MasukHe promptly got onto his back on the floor. My labia glistened with my pussy juice as I hovered over him. He propped his dick up in the air ready for me to plunge it deep inside my pussy. As I lowered myself onto it I felt the walls of my vagina stretch to accommodate his meat. It took a few bounces before I could swallow the whole thing, but I managed it in the end as my pussy lips wrapped around it hungrily. He reached up and started to play with my breasts as I rode him, rubbing my nipples gently and lightly tapping them. The connection between my nips and my pussy felt like surges of electricity running through my veins as he toyed with them. I fell forward, resting my hands on his beastly chest as I continued to ride him, my breasts pressing onto his body. I could feel his warm breath on myface as he whispered dirty words into my ears. My pussy juices were in full flow, seeping down his shaft and over his balls as my labia worked at his pole. He flipped me over with almost no warning, seemingly having been possessed by some perverted, sexual poltergeist. My back hit the floor as he held my hips up, positioned my crotch in front of his as he aligned his cock with my pussy once again. He slid in inside and began to drag my body forward on to his dick as he fucked me hard. I groaned loudly as my breathing increased in pace; our bodies thrusting against each other like a fleshy machine going into overdrive. We crashed together repeatedly with beads of sweat dripping from his nipples onto my chest. I wrapped my hands around his body and clung onto his huge, broad shoulders as he pounded me on the floor. He slowed down and came to a stop as we both caught our breath. It was a welcome break after our intense sex session, but it wasn’t over yet. My pussy was still aching for more and his cock was even harder now that it was covered in my juices. He jerked it, rapidly stroking his hand up and down the shaft as I bent over on my knees. He moved behind me and got ready to fuck me some more. Using his thumbs, he gripped my ass cheeks and spread them open for a good look at my anus. He slid his cock inside my pussy, splitting me nearly in two as it ploughed its way to my cervix and back out again. While he continued to thrust his cock into my pussy, he spat on his thumb and began to massage it over my anus. No doubt the sight of my tight, pink hole had peaked his curiosity. With a gentle push he wiggled it inside, parting the soft wrinkles of my anus as his thumb disappeared inside my rim. He pushed it further in until his whole digit was buried deep in my ass, hooking onto me as he fucked me from behind. The strange sensation of being penetrated both vaginally and anally at the same time was reallyturning me on. I could only imagine how good it would feel if I had a whole extra dick to take in my ass. Alas, I had to make do with a thumb – a rather large thumb at that. I reached down between my legs and played with my clitoris, circling my fingers around it as I built myself closer to an orgasm. I was moaning noticeably, barely able to control myself as I was stimulated from three separate places. Within a matter of seconds I felt a surge of tickling, sexual energy as it swelled over my body. I wanted to watch as he came, so I made him switch positions one final time. I rolled on to my back again and he slipped his giant dick inside me as he started to thrust his hips against my body. I propped myself up on my elbows. My head began swimming as I watched his beautiful cock penetrate me, pumping in and out. He threw my legs up over his shoulders and brought one of my recently painted toes to his lips. He gently licked and sucked my middle toe as his cock head pushed against my cervix in a rhythmic dance of passion. The sensation of his warm wet mouth on my toes and his pumping rod deep inside me soon put me over the edge. My stomach muscled tensed up and my pussy began snapping wildly around the base of his love muscle. As I creamed his cock with my sweet love juices, his balls tightened and his face contorted slightly. He pulled his massive penis out of me, grabbed it with his fist and pumped it slowly. Soon huge streams of white hot cum shot violently out of his cock. He covered my tight flat stomach and big tits with his man fluid. I watched his eyes as they burned with desire while he climaxed all over my torso. The romantic and erotic session ended with Bruno and I taking a whirlpool bath together in my master bathroom. I looked at him through the steam in the room and told him that he now belonged to me and he need not be lonely any longer.
I was twenty-four years old, and I worked at the public pool. My work attire consisted of navy-blue swimming trunks, a navy-blue shirt with my name, Ethan Brown, printed in white on the left side of it, a navy-blue cap and flip-flops. I was not a lifeguard. My duties ranged from emptying the trashcans, mowing the lawns, and cleaning the bathrooms, to unlocking the entrance gate in the mornings and locking up at night. Two lifeguards worked in shifts. William Green was an arrogant nineteen-year-old with a sculpted body. The other lifeguard was Mia Thompson.Mia was a tall, curvy babe in her early twenties. When she was on duty, her long dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing the sharp features of her pretty face. Her friendly eyes scanned the pool, taking in the activity around her with a calm and watchful gaze. When she walked around the pool, her hips swayed gently, drawing attention from many admiring onlookers. She was a good swimmer with strong and toned arms.
“Before?” Claire dropped her hands back in her lap.Lila slid her hands down and started rubbing herself as she faced Claire.Tara climbed on the couch and pushed Max back. “You’re not giving the orders here, pretty boy. We’re taking that virginity like she should have a long time ago.”“Is this really happening?” Claire squeaked.“Yes.” Max breathed the word out. Lila wasn’t sure if he was saying it to them or himself.Tara crawled across the couch on her hands and knees before lowering her face into his lap. He was so sprung that she didn’t even have to hold his cock up to get it into her mouth. She did have to relax her jaw and throat to swallow most of his fat, virgin cock.His eyes rolled back in his head and Lila expected him to shoot off down Tara’s throat at any moment. He wasn’t acting anymore. His head was back on the sofa and he had no idea Claire was even in the room anymore.Lila figured she better get in on it quick before he was done.Claire whispered. “Max.”The sound
After Lila led him into the room, Max sat down on the sofa and looked around the space. He wore blue slacks, brown loafers, and had a deep tan. His hair looked wet from all the product holding the curls in a wavy place. He looked good, but seeing him in person dressed in his conservative clothes made her believe he actually was a virgin.Lila started to have doubts about the plan.“Where is Claire?” he asked.“Tara is bringing her up.”“Where is everyone else?”Lila swallowed and then said, “That is part of the surprise.”“You guys didn’t do much decorating.”Lila put her hands on her hips and heaved out her chest as she stood over him. “I’m part of the decorations, Max.”He looked up at her. Lila could tell he was having trouble keeping his eyes off her tits. This was going to be easier than she thought. Lila pulled her skirt up past her knees.“What are you doing?” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence.“Claire has a surprise for you. And Tara and I are part of it.”“What do
Claire paused from endlessly stirring her salad. “What do you mean?”Tara and Lila exchanged another look. Tara’s eyes were the ones that were wide now.Tara swallowed and cleared her throat. “Ugh … no offense. I was just playing.”“That’s okay,” Claire said. “I just don’t get it.”Tara looked to Lila for help, but Lila shrugged. As far as Lila was concerned, Tara had dug this hole for herself and Lila was curious to see how her friend dug her way out.“I’m just saying.” Tara rolled her head around her shoulders and scratched at her neck. “He seems like quite the hunk. He must leave you breathless after a night … of, ugh, passion. You know what I mean?”“Oh,” Claire said. She flushed and fanned herself with one hand as she mixed her salad faster. Just take a bite already, Lila thought. Claire finally continued. “Oh, ugh, yeah … I mean, no. We are both …”“Both what?” Lila was curious now.Claire leaned forward and whispered at the table. “We’re virgins. We’re saving ourselves for the
Lila Harper took out her time card and stared at the machine. It was a big, grey box hanging on the wall by extra heavy bolts. She knew when she slid the card into the slot that it would give one, awful clang. It was a metal on metal sound that made her teeth hurt.She worked in an office, but the owner was old and did not like to change. His family ran the company for him, but all the children, nephews, nieces, and now grandchildren let him have his way so that one day they could have his money. This stupid, arcane punchcard machine was a symbol of everything she hated about how this office was run.Lila sighed and whispered to herself. “It is just a machine. Not a symbol.”She slid her card into the slot and listened to the metal clank. It seemed louder today than usual and her teeth hurt more. Maybe it was dying along with the old man. She dropped her card in the rack that was probably older than her too and kept walking.Lila was young, blond and fresh out of college. She tried to
If I hesitated, it wasn’t because of any reluctance on my part. I wanted Mason just as much as he wanted me. But we needed to find somewhere we weren’t likely to be interrupted, and even in my clubbing prime I’d never been a fan of having sex in the toilets. Too cramped, too insanitary and downright inconsiderate of all the people who needed the cubicle you’d taken out of commission while you fucked. Then it came to me. ‘You said the manager’s talking to Ethan?’ When he nodded, I continued, ‘So that means his office is going to be empty. Let’s go find it.’ The office was at the far end of the corridor, past the green room. From the half-open door came the sound of laughter and chatting, and I hoped no one glanced out and saw Mason and me passing by, rather than joining them as we were supposed to. Mason tried the office door and found it unlocked. The room, when we slipped inside, was barely big enough to contain its selection of mismatched furniture: the club manager’s desk, a bat







