I would like to sniff her sexy sweaty sneakers and socks. Then lick her smelly sweaty pussy! 😋 

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

To be continued.

I have to tell as many people as I can about the night I've had, but first, a little background...
I've been married barely a year now. I met my now wife when she was a freshman and I was a senior but we didn't start dating until her senior year, rushing to get married when she graduated. Our wedding night was proof enough that I was her first and things couldn't have been better.
Except I'm a guy who's had... Experience. Sometimes I want things she hasn't experienced yet.
Well, that changed last week. She was already in the shower and I was getting ready to join her. Let me paint you a picture: Long red hair, reaching her hips. A toned, pale, slender body with freckles that stop just above her 36 C cup tits. Petite, pink nipples that become rock hard at a moments notice. Long, luscious legs on a 5'11" body weighing barely 130lb and an ass you can GRAB!

Anyway, she's in the shower. We'd recently had a fight over something stupid, how much I spend on games and beer. In the end we both apologized, but out of nowhere she says "I love you so much, you know that, right?"

I answer "Sure" but she seems to be on a roll. "No, really. I'd do anything for you. You'd just have to ask and I'd do it because its you."

...Oh really?

I decide to question her. Like what? I could ask for a threesome and it wouldn't matter if I wanted another guy or another girl? I could set up a webcam and let someone watch us screw? I could ask her to become a cam girl?

Every question is answered with "Yes". An apprehensive yes, but still a yes. My mind comprehend this. I start planning. I have to test this.

I call my friends, organize a get together for tonight, Friday, Dec 13th, 2013. Just the guys, three in total and I make four. I tell the to bring drinks and plan on a wild night and they do, from Crown Royal to Nat. Ice to Coors and everything in between. I tell them to pretend its July 4th and they deliver.
Once they get there, however, it's just me and the wife waiting and they ask me what the fuck is going on. I tell them to shut up and drink and I turn on the TV. Happy Gilmore is playing for some reason. Fuck it, it's all good.

I make sure the wife is matching my friends, drink for drink, waiting for the inevitable. Then it happens. The iPod is out, the tit pics are found and they all think they're being discreet about it. I've held back from drinking so far, making me the only sober one here but I don't care. The payoff will be worth it. My wife notices the pictures and starts to look uncomfortable so I lean in close and whisper in her ear.

"Honey, I don't really want to see other women naked, I want to see you. Why don't you strip for us?"

The reaction is immediate. Shock, confusion, but I keep my cool. If I break now, it'll all fall apart. I have to keep it together.

"Please? You're the only one I ever want to see naked and if the guys see what you look like, I think they'll understand why. Please, honey? This is something I really want."

I felt like I held my breath for a year after I finished speaking. Her eyes felt like they were burning into mine, Happy Gilmore just rediscovered his Happy Place, my friends were focused on a picture of Gianna Michaels.

Finally, I get a response. A flash of memory, a drunken smile and a cheeky grin.

"If that's what you want, babe."

She's up, standing in front of the TV. No one notices until she lifts her Baby Doll Fear Factory tee over her head and let's it drop to the floor and then ALL eyes are on her. I swear, even Adam Sandler is watching. She's wearing a tight fitting pair of denim jeans that show off her ass, but she's unzipping those now, too, clumsily slipping off her sneakers to take her pants of entirely. Now she's standing in front of us in her red lace bra and panties and white socks that just cover her ankles. She reaches back and looks at me. I nod. She unhooks her bra, slipping it off.

My friends look at me, eyes wide, disbelieving and preparing for the worst.

I nod.

It's on.

They're off the couch now, running they're hands over her body. I can't blame them that they focus almost exclusively on her chest. Her nipples are being pinched, tweaked, kissed and sucked. I can see her starting to breathe harder, hear her start to whimper. I find myself imagining what this pretty pink nipples would look like if I asked her to pierce them.

One of my friends, Jeremy, hooks his fingers under my wife's panties and slips them down to her ankles. I've never asked or wanted her to shave her pussy, I prefer the benefits of a natural redhead.
He slips his hand between her legs and starts massaging her pussy. I know she's wet, I can by looking at how she reacts and moans at his touch. Her legs open slightly and I see him extend two fingers. They both look at me.

I nod.

He slips his fingers inside her pussy and she moans louder than she has yet tonight. My other friends, Aaron and Rick, now have their dicks out and are tugging themselves furiously while they lick, suck and kiss my wife's tits. Jeremy is frantically trying to work his fly with one hand.

Suddenly Rick takes some control and puts a hand on her head, pushing her down. My wife, Alicia, finds herself on her hands and knees, Jeremy has moved to position himself behind her so he can still finger her pussy. Rick is on his knees too, his cock is inches from Sarah's face. Aaron doesn't want to be left out and follows Rick's lead. Jeremy moves his face closer toward Sarah's pussy. They all look at me.

I nod.

Sarah wraps her lips around Rick's shaft. Not long after, Jeremy buries his face in her pussy and she moans onto Rick's cock and he moans in pleasure. Supporting herself with her left hand, Sarah wraps her right hand around Aaron's cock. I can't help but admit that my friends are well enough endowed, between 6 and 8 inches for the three of them.
This is how things continue for a while, Sarah sucking cock and being eaten out, each of my friends switching out and taking a turn. Finally, the true moment arrives. Aaron pulls back from licking Sarah's pussy and kneels behind her, pressing his cock against her pussy. She feels it and stops, taking Jeremy's cock out of her mouth. They all look at me.

I beckon Sarah towards me with a single finger. She crawls forward on her hands and knees, worried. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, guiding her lips to the head and pushing her mouth down over my shaft. She gets the idea and starts sucking.
I beckon my friends forward with the same finger. They come forward and Aaron positions himself at the entrance to Sarah's pussy once again.

I nod.

He slides his cock into her pussy. Sarah moans and I feel it on my cock. I'm so hard at this point I don't know how long I'll last, but Sarah's attention is elsewhere. The blowjob is good, but then again having a mouth wrapped around your pole is never a bad thing. But it isn't enough to tip me over. She's mostly moaning while Aaron slams into her from behind. He doesn't last long and I knew he wouldn't. My wife is tight and has a natural talent for milking a cock with her pussy. He thrusts as deep as he can into my wife's pussy, cumming hard. Rick is next. He doesn't last long either. Neither does Jeremy.

I know that her pussy is dripping with cum by now and I can see her legs starting to shake. I reach in between the couch cushions, I'd planed for this. I pull out a small, bullet vibrator and hand it to Sarah. She knows what to do. I grab her head and take control.

It's the way that she moans when she cums that sends me over the edge. She can't hold herself up and she falls forward, deep throating my cock in the process. I'm not worried, though. This part is normal, we've done it hundreds of times before. I cum in the back of her throat and she swallows, just like always. Sarah's ways been a squirter, so I don't work about the mess on the wooden floor. We have paper towels.

I finally look around for my fiends. NOW they think to pull their phones out!
Sarah looks up at me and moans in satisfaction. I find myself thinking about the buy chick at work who always irate with me. Then again, her sister is pretty cute too. I think pussy is the next item on her menu.

Someone help me find a video. It's a POV amateur video of a guy using his cellphone to record his GF giving him a BJ. She was wearing like a hollister tshirt and sneakers. Anyone seen a vid like that?

I'm looking for a video of two lesbian teen girl: one mistress forced the other one tho smell their sneakers then to lick her ass and pussy. The slave girl is blonde and gym dressed.

I've seen it a long time ago online, but I'm unlucky to find it again.

Thanks!

Who is a lover of girls in nylon, stockings and pantyhose too?
I love smelly nylon feet and teens in pantyhose with sneakers.

What did you love on woman, girls in pantyhose?

I wrote a KotH fan fic years ago then forgot about it. Just added a part 2. Enjoy!

Nights in Arlen
A KotH sex story
By: null

It was about 9:30 PM on a Tuesday night in Arlen, TX. Luanne Platter and her friend Jaime are sat on Jaime’s 2nd floor apartment balcony. Not a big place at all but Jaime kept it clean and welcoming. Hot but with a nice breeze blowing, the two of them are in shorts and sneakers. Luanne decided on a black bra and white tank top for her visit. Jaime’s was the last place on earth where Luanne felt comfortable and somewhat normal. Jaime has on a hoody but her D breasts are not easily stashed away.

“It’s getting late Jaime… I have to go soon” said Luanne as she tapped out another cigarette from her friends pack, her 3rd that hour.
“Do you want to go to Sugarfoots tomorrow? I’ll give you a ride. I definitely saw a ‘help wanted’ sign. They would hire you in a second!” said Jaime, Luanne’s friend of a few years. Not as pretty as Luanne but built the same way and on par mentally.
“I don’t know. I guess. I hate waiting tables. It’s like being a servant. You have to be happy when you’re really not.”
Luanne was visibly troubled and her friend was getting worried. Luanne had been broken up with Lucky for two months. Even before her and Lucky hit the rough patch that led to their parting ways her attitude had been different. Not the happy, blissfully clueless, piece of southern thickness those who know her have come to expect and love. These last few months she’s always seemed preoccupied and when questioned dismissive and distant.
“Luanne, what’s wrong? You’re not being Luanne. Are you still hung up on Lucky?” asked Jaime.
“I don’t want to talk about it, Jaime.”
Jaime grew worried and decided to change the subject.
“So do you want to go to Luke’s Saturday night? He and his friends are crazy! We need to just wear next to nothing, go there, and show off. Then leave early. They’ll be so about us then we’ll just leave!” Jaime envisioned their victory and laughed. Her chest bouncing as she didn’t have any support on.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Luanne responded, blankly, as she finished another of her friend’s cigarettes.
Jaime was sure a wild night of flirting and showing off followed by an abrupt departure would be just what Luanne needed to get her back on the right track. She felt accomplished already. In the way that she and Luanne’s type often do as they envision their future through rose colored glasses.
“Alright, I gotta go. So you can give me a ride tomorrow?” asked Luanne, with a curious increase in vocal energy that Jaime could not explain.
“Anytime, just call. I’m off all day.”
Luanne made eye contact with Jaime for the first time in 15 minutes.
“You’re the best” said Luanne.
Jaime felt sad at that moment. It confused her as this small compliment should have lit her up. It didn’t and it was the way Luanne said it. As if it meant something more than a simple thank you. She stood up and squeezed Luanne tight. Their breasts each flowing outward as they tried to escape the pressure of the embrace.
“I love you girl… you know that right?” asked Jaime.
“Yea, I love you too Jaime. Mind if I take a cig for my walk home?”
“Take them. I have a carton in the fridge.”
“Thanks” Luanne responded, relieved. She squeezed back to equal Jaime’s embrace.

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As Luanne walked home one thought, and one thought alone, was dominating her. She literally had to shake her head once in an attempt to push it away. The wind was calmer now. It was summer so kids were out playing hide and go seek. She saw a young boy find and start chasing a younger girl. The young girl was laughing uncontrollably as the boy tackled her onto the grass. Luanne was struck with a profound feeling of nostalgia. As she watched her steps she reminisced on her summer nights as a young girl running from boys. She tossed a cigarette butt into a drain. She crossed her arms under her breasts and her cleavage grew. The good memories of summers past were distorted then gone, replaced by a knot in her stomach. She had begun to hate her body. She hated that her breasts were so big. At one time they were such a source of confidence and pride. Now they disgusted her. As she thought about this she almost wanted to uncross her arms as she could not even stand indirectly touching them. She hated her golden blonde hair. A feature all of her girlfriends constantly said they wished they could have. “You can fucking have it” she thought. Anymore she just wore it in a lazy pony-tail. She hated her thick, round, protruding ass. Something most girls would hate but she loved once upon a time. An asset guys in her area were most keen on. She knew what she had and she flaunted it. Now, it was most decidedly a hate filled relationship. With her chest she could cover up, which she did when she was anywhere but at Jaime’s. But with her ass there was nothing she could do. All of her clothes were what they were. Short, tight, or revealing. In most cases all of the above. As she thought about her wardrobe she began to hate the girl she used to be. This caused her to tear up a little as the thought of hating ones younger and more innocent self is tremendously complicated and confusing. Luanne would never think on that sort of ‘meta’ level but she did know what she felt and it was weird. As she turned down the alley behind Rainy Street her steady pace was significantly slowed as her eyes met the yellow walls of the Hill residence off in the distance. Red truck parked in the driveway. For a second all thoughts and feelings were absent as if she were a deer in headlights. Slowly a feeling of dread surrounded her. She had been down this alley hundreds of times. If she had any talent in her hands she could draw it from memory. That said, for the past few months it has felt absolutely alien to her. She tightened the cross under her pale, ample boobs and began the final trek home. She was sick to her stomach now. She felt sweat beginning to accrue on her forehead. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were clenched. This all became apparent at once as she landed her first step on the driveway.
“Luanne!”
She felt as if she was hit on the back of her head as all the feeling of the past minute was instantly gone.
“Luanne look!”
She turned and looked towards the sound of her name. Bobby and Joseph were running toward her. Bobby was holding something in his hands.
“Bobby, what?” Luanne called out half in a daze having come from the mind state she was in.
“It’s a frog we found down by the Johnsons pond. Look how big it is!” Bobby cried.
Bobby and Joseph arrived at where Luanne was standing sweating and dirty. In Bobby’s hands was a rather massive green frog.
“Bobby that’s gross” Luanne said half aware.
“Do you think Dad will let it in the house?”
Luanne felt a quick jolt of electricity shoot from her head to her toes when Bobby mentioned him.
“I don’t know Bobby. Maybe you should let Joseph keep it tonight and find out in the morning. He might be sleeping” Said Luanne with ulterior motives for keeping him unbothered if at all possible.
Suddenly aware that he’s been mentioned by Luanne Joseph’s gaze was broken away from her thick round ass.
“Yea, my dad won’t care!” he stammered trying not to lose the image of Luanne’s deeply defined ass crack and underwear lines in her tight red cotton shorts.
“OK, Joseph. We can keep it at your house. But if my dad says it’s OK he’s moving in tomorrow! Now come on your mom got us hot pockets for the sleep over!” Bobby cried.
They both ran off towards Dale’s house. Joseph clumsily looking back at Luanne then disappearing behind his dads minivan. Luanne felt sick again as a result of seeing the dead insect on Dales truck. “He’s gross” she thought as she considered the type of guy who would have that on his truck. Then she turned and walked towards the sliding glass doors. Now sick to her stomach for another reason.

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The light were on but nobody was in the kitchen. The thought had occurred to her to rip one final cigarette before she went in but at this point was numb and plus Aunt Peggy didn’t want her sneaking cigarettes in the back yard anymore. The numbness was slightly lessened at the thought of Aunt Peggy. Basically Luanne’s mom now she felt close to her but more on a friendship level. She thought Aunt Peggy was one of the most intelligent people in the world even though most of the world thought, while friendly in her own way, she was an over confident windbag. Suddenly Luanne became aware she was standing at the sliding glass door looking into the house but unable to open the door. She was temporarily frozen in time as she neither wanted to go in nor continue to stand there looking like a weirdo. As she began to raise her hand to the door the light went off in the kitchen. Luanne stood there with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds. Then she slowly opened it. There was no risk of creaking or grinding as he kept everything in perfect working order. This thought caused knot to return. She slowly closed the door behind her and locked it. As she walked to the doorway to the living room she could hear Aunt Peggy talking to herself. Something about “fixing something when he should be in bed”. The acute awareness that often goes with sneaking around suddenly fell out of her. Numbness was all that was left. He was awake. In the garage. The sweat returned to her forehead. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk to Aunt Peggy in this state so she waited in the dark kitchen until she heard Aunt Peggy in her bedrooms bathroom then slipped into her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned against it. No lock on the door. There used to be one until a few months ago. She started crying quietly. She sat down on her bed and took her shoes off. She had white ankle socks on with pink paws dotted throughout. She peeled off her red shorts and dropped them into her hamper. The white cotton underwear matched her socks. She slipped on Jaime’s Arlen High sweatpants and got under her covers. She felt exhausted from the mental anguish of the past hour. Foolishly she held onto a single hope as she always did at this moment. Laying on her side in her room in his house she hazily stared at the clock on her night stand. Cigarette smoke and winterfresh gum on her breath. The clock read 10:32 PM…

>Part 2<

There was a tap at the window. Luanne cast a hazy look towards the sound.
“Luanne!”
She had not gained focus yet as she slowly rolled to a seated position and rubbed her eyes.
“Luanne! It’s Lucky! Come to the window.”
The voice of her ex-boyfriend somehow filled her with joy. She walked over to the window.
“Luanne… I’m an idiot. I nearly lost the best thing in my life. And for what? A bunch of losers? I need you back, Luanne. Will you come away with me?”

Luanne was filled with warmth and hope. She climbed out the window and into Lucky’s outstretched arms. He ran with her to his 4x4 and shut the door. Luanne was absolutely beaming. She was about to crank up the radio when she noticed the display looked weird. It looked like a digital clock. Slowly but deliberately her dream faded and she returned to reality. She had been looking at her clock. 11:17 PM…

As the hope and joy of her dream melted away it was replaced by the cold dread of her dark bedroom. As her mind made the transition she leaned up. There was light coming from underneath the door way. He was still awake. Luanne sat frozen. Listening for any sound. She thought she could hear something but then realized it was her own heartbeat. Pounding in her chest.

“Calm down, Luanne” she thought to herself. “He just forgot to turn off the light.” She could hope.

As she continued to sit there in silence a lack of any sound had a calming effect. Was she in the clear? The second she allowed her anxiety to relent she heard the garage door open. A cold pall was cast over her. Her only reaction was to silently lay back down and curl up. Her pounding heart the singular focus. As it began to echo in her ears all fell silent when she heard her door open. No sound. No feeling. Only the black of her eyelids. It felt like hours to Luanne before she heard her door close. As she listened to him walk to her bedside the chill turned to the feeling of insects crawling up her back. It was all she could do to not physically brush away the feeling he had draped upon her. Heart pounding again.
He stood at her bedside for a full minute. Looking at his prize. The line of her ample body causing his manhood to press against his jeans. He took one final swig from his Alamo can and put it on her bed table. Luanne heard the jangle of his belt as he removed his pants. As ants on her back were now biting her the knowledge of what was about to happen nearly drove her to vomit. She swallowed hard as he slunk under her blanket and pressed his throbbing dick against her. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and began to grind into her large ass. It was at this time that the cold sweat came and all feeling was gone. If Luanne had a mind she would understand that this was a defense mechanism to help her cope with the extreme nature of her predicament. But alas, she does not. However, what was undeniable was the feeling of nothingness that washed over her. He was now holding her hips as he pressed his penis in-between her legs as best as he could while still clothed. He liked the pressure. After a few minutes, another pressure was too much to bear. He removed his boxers. Slid her sweat pants down to her knees and placed his throttled member in-between the soft upper part of her thick thighs. He could feel the involuntary wetness develop through her white cotton panties as he started to dry hump her. Luanne could smell the mixture of his constant bad breath and stale Alamo beer creep down her face as he began to lick her neck and ear. She began to tear up as his hands moved across her stomach to her breasts. He began to fondle her breasts over the bra. As he kneaded her breasts he began to moan in her ear.

“I love you, Luanne” he stammered out as he continued his assault.

The mixture of precum and pussy juice had become audible with his thrusts. Sensing he was close he slowed down. He ran his hands over her stomach back to her thighs. He rubbed them over then moved one hand down to her pussy. The fact that the whole area was moist filled his entire being with excitement and a warped sense of connection to Luanne. “She is enjoying this” he thought to himself. He gently pushed her to the side as he removed her sweatpants and panties. As he laid back down beside her flat on his back he took a deep whiff of the mess she had made in her panties. The unmistakable smell filled him with carnal lust. He adjusted so that he was sitting with his back to the head board and she was sat in-between his legs facing away.

“Luanne? Luanne… are you awake?” he whispered.
Luanne began to cry. The soft whimpers driving Hank Hill to near sexual insanity. He gathered himself.
“Luanne… hold your arms up.” A request that was always made and never followed.

He removed her shirt unassisted and pulled her towards him so that she was sitting on top of his engorged member. Driving it into her mattress. Softly he draped his hands over the top of her breasts and moved up and down over her bra. Hank liked the last little barrier. Soon it was more than he could take. He pushed her forward slightly and unclasped her bra. He moved the straps off her shoulders but was careful not to let it fall off the front. In one fluid motion, he moved his hands from the top of her breasts down. The bra fell to her lap and he fondled her heavy breasts. His fingers rising one by one as he dragged them over her large puffy nipples. Her whimpers became quiet crying. After a few minutes of groping her chest and kissing her neck one of his hands came up to wipe her tears. Her whole face was covered. This made Hank insatiable. He gently twisted her head to the side and began licking the tears from her cheek. Moved to the other side and cleaned that as well. The stink of his drying saliva altering Luanne’s perception. The salty taste in his mouth was the limit. He pushed her slightly forward at the hips and his dick popped straight up. He spun her around so that she was facing him, put her lifeless arms over his shoulders, and pulled her into him. Her chubby pussy lips were now wrapped around the base of his shaft. The heat from it surprised him. He began to involuntarily grind into her. Luanne was looking down, eyes closed, sobbing. Tears dripping from the bottom of her chin onto her breasts. He placed his hands on the side of her face and pulled up. Her eyes would not meet his.

“Luanne? Uncle Hank loves you. You know that, right?”
Luanne answered with question with more quiet crying.
“Luanne? I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you. You’ll let me love you, right?”

He did not wait for an answer as his putrid tongue was thrust into her mouth. He began to grunt has his tongue made love to her throat. He had now moved his hands down to her ass cheeks so he could slide her dripping wet cunt up and down his shaft.

“Oh god, Luanne” he stammered as he began to feast on her neck and chin.

It was in this moment that awareness clumsily returned to her. It had never gone this far before. Never this intense. Luanne bravely ventured a quick a look into his eyes and he was not there. They were lifeless. Like a dolls eyes. She had to do something. She had to make a decision. To save the one shred of dignity she had left…

As he was mindlessly grinding her and the pace quickened she whispered, “…Uncle Hank?”

The sound of her whisper somehow shattered through him as he looked up at her.

“Uncle Hank…” she whimpered as she gulped down the putrid mix of his saliva and hers, face breaking out because of all his bacteria.
“…I’ll love you back if you’ll let me, Uncle Hank.”
The statement threw Hank Hill’s mentality for a loop. As he searched for words he noticed her arms slightly tighten behind his neck. It was all he could do to speak.
“How do you want to love me, Luanne?” he asked as he slowly began to grind again.
“Like this…” and with that she began to slowly counter his gyrations.

At this point Luanne stopped crying. Any thought aside from the void caused from being molested by her uncle was a light in the darkness.
Effecting an innocent Texas twang as best she could she asked, “Can we ‘jus rub ‘em together? As she softly but assuredly began to pick up the pace. All in the hope that agreeable vulnerability would calm his carnal lust.

Normally, this is not how Hank Hill operates He needs absolute control. Absolute dominance. But the magnitude of her request had pierced him. Had he finally broken her? These “sessions” have been escalating and getting dangerous. If she had succumbed to him, he had to play his hand right so he didn’t upset the delicate balance.

“Yes, baby. We can.” He answered as he slid down flat on his back.

Luanne wiped her nose with her arm, leaned forward over her uncle so that her heavy breasts were hanging down over him, and began working her hips. Slowly grinding her cunt up and down the length of her uncle’s big dick. Hank Hill had left himself again. Only this time he was in a haze of infatuation. Secure in the fact that he had broken her. She was his. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. Pulled her down slightly and began to suck on her puffy nipples. Popping them as he released her large areolas. As he was tonguing her breasts the sickness returned to Luanne. As with any trauma, being present in the moment invites the pain to come rushing in. She had to end this quickly. She began to roll her wide hips and press down into her uncle’s rock hard erection. Suddenly he stopped sucking her breasts. She cast a quick glance at her uncle and his eyes were closed. He began to gyrate into her deliberately. He grabbed her large warm ass cheeks with his hands and pressed her into him even harder.

Her uncle breathlessly spoke, “Oh baby. Keep loving me.”
His ass was now rising off the bed as his pelvis lifted her with each thrust. So much so that she had fallen forward and they were chest to chest.
“Oh Luanne… oh, God! I’m cumming baby!” he choked out as four ropes of her uncles hot cum forced its way in-between them.

Involuntarily, Luanne rose up off him and the cum began to drop down her stomach. As it began to reach the top of her pussy she cupped in with her hand. She looked at her uncle. His eyes were closed and he had a tired smile on his face. She stayed straddling him. Afraid to move. She silently moved her hand up her stomach to get the rest of her uncle’s sperm off her body and into her hand then wiped it into the comforter. As she did that he looked up at her.

“You’ve made your uncle very happy, Luanne.”

And with that he leaned off her bed. Bent down and put on his jeans. The reality of watching him put on his jeans. The hairy legs and the jangle of the buckle was too much for Luanne. The vomit rushed up her throat and into her mouth. She clenched her lips as tight as she could. Mercifully, her uncle did not look back and silently left her room. Luanne stayed motionless on her knees on the bed. Nose and eyes running from the acidic vomit that had filled her mouth. She listened as she heard the familiar sounds of his “after session” bathroom sounds. As she heard the click of their bedroom door she rushed to the window, threw it open, and let the vomit shoot out of her mouth. Two more rushes after that. When she was done she dropped to her knees and openly wept in the corner of her room. The confusion of what had happened. The absolute disgust at what she did to avoid worse. The panging dread at what she would have to do in the future. All this mental anguish was cascading over her and breaking her soul.

After a few minutes, she got up from the floor. She put on her sweatpants. “Jaime” she thought hazily as the tears rolled down her face. Slunk to the bathroom and showered. Slunk back to her bedroom. Ripped all the blankets and pillows off her bed then laid down in her towel.

As she regained focus she saw the can of Alamo on her night stand. She smashed if off and saw her clock.

12:31 AM.

To be continued.

does anyone have pics or vids of girls taking off ugg boots? (or sneakers even?)

Erotic Fiction... FFM
Written by PlayNbluezz

Sandra, Logan, Don

A Night To Remember..

Hot breath hit my ear over the throb of the pulsing music, piercing through my pot induced fuzziness. I felt long hair sway against my arm and a hand gently pull me closer. "We're so fucking high," whispered her voice, "We just want someone to come away from here and give it to us."

I gulped, swaying in surprise, and took a closer look at the girl propositioning me. She was alluringly sexy and instantly filled me with lust. I could see another girl a few feet away smiling suggestively at me. I brushed back her dark brown hair and put my mouth next to her ear which was studded with a blue stone. "I would love to. Let's go."

She turned, her pleated skirt twirling, and led me through the pulsing crowds of dancers moving together in a blur. She was slender, fresh and sleek. Her girlfriend seemed about the same age with medium length dark hair and tight red lips.

"He said yes?" She asked, and the girl replied with a nod.

"Come with us!" She yelled over the heavy bass, her hand urging me forward.

We left the open air party and walked through the trees in the moonlit night, all breathing heavily and wearing excited smiles.

"What's your name?" The one girl asked.

"Don." I replied.

"I'm Logan and she's Sandra, my best friend."

"I'm so fuckin' horny Logan." Sandra said taking my hand and giving a little skip. "And you are so fucking sexy!" She grinned at me. Logan laughed and put her arm around us both, leading us deeper.

"Should we stop here?" Logan asked pausing. "The ground looks soft." She bent down in her orange overalls and sneakers and ran her hand over the ground. "Mmm, it's all mossy." I noticed she had a slight english accent.

"Where are you both from?" I asked.

"Canada," said Sandra, "and she's from Manchester." She rubbed her hand through Logan's hair and licked her full lips at me. She had an elegant face and an innocent, yet slutty look in her eyes. Her breasts appeared quite small through her loose red top, in comparison with Logan's whose swelled out the sides of her overalls.

I felt Sandra's hand rub me through my pants, feeling the contours of my semi-hard cock. "Oh yeah." She gasped looking into my eyes. I could hear the beat of the Rave far off in the distance, glowing like a bushfire. Ming snuck in beside us and pushed our two bodies together until we began to kiss.

I felt Sandra's hot tongue push into my mouth bringing with it a spurt of saliva while her hand squeezed my bum. "Fuck that looks hot." Said Logan holding my other cheek. "You two french kissing like that is making me wet. Let me come in." She pushed our heads aside and began licking at our interlocked mouths until we opened up and let her squirm in. All three of us explored each others tongues, occasionally sucking on an earlobe or licking a cheek, our lusty moans intensifying.

I explored the soft asses of the girls, squeezing them and holding the cracks between them, enjoying their different shapes. I couldn't believe how I'd ended up with two girls who were so undeniably sexy. I made a mental note to memorize every detail for future masturbation material.

"Logan," Sandra said. "Will you pull the beads out of my ass soon. I need that so badly."

"Soon sweet Sandra. First I want to suck on Don's cock. Look at it. It's fucking hard as rock!" She rubbed the bulge in my pants firmly, giving me another quick lick across the mouth. "Isn't that fucking gorgeous."

"Mmm." Sandra replied taking her turn, then opening the fly on my pants and reaching inside. I felt her cool fingers slide around the shaft before she pulled it out into the cool air. Logan groaned and dropped to her knees taking the swollen head into her wet mouth and gripping the shaft. I opened two buttons of Sandra's shirt and put my hand inside to rub her swollen nipples. She shuddered, sucking in air. I wondered about the 'beads' she was talking about. Why did she have beads in her ass. Logan's tongue licked gently at the eye of my cock before she sucked it into her mouth and bumped it against her tonsils.

"That's so nice." Sandra said kissing me again. "I'm absolutely soaked. Feel me." She lifted her pleated skirt so I could just make out the outline of her panties in the moonlight. I touched her mound then cupped her pussy feeling the squishy wetness inside and the slick patch of cotton.

"You are so wet," I groaned. "I really want to taste you."

"Mmm. Please, I want you to. I want you to stick your tongue in me. Would you put it in my pussy and in my ass?" She asked mischievously. I gulped, nodding, and pulled aside her panties to finger her hairless slit.

Logan slid my cock out of her mouth. "Lie down here Don. The ground is soft like a mattress, and pretty dry."

"Not for long." Sandra laughed. "I think I need to pee."

"Just hold on for a bit." Logan said as I lay down upon my back. I was starting to feel very excited. "Do you like girl pee?" Logan asked me with a pout.

"Hey?" I answered with a smile, resting on my elbows and watching as Sandra lifted off her top and threw it aside. Her breasts were pale and pinched with little brown nipples. "Do I like girl pee?" I understood the question, but wondered what she meant.

She knelt down beside me taking hold of my cock again and warming my neck with her breath. "We both like to pee over each other when we fuck. We like to slurp up each other's pee and drink it down." She said with a nasty look in her eye.

"Whoa. I've never done anything like that before." I said honesty, but my cock felt like a slab of concrete at the thought of watching these two empty their bladders all over me.

"That's okay Don. We understand." Sandra said dropping her skirt and peeling down her panties.

"No, I would love it. The idea of it is delicious. I want you to do it."

Standing naked Sandra giggled. "I know Don, I'm just kidding. I could tell just from the look you gave me on the dance floor."

Logan stood up and unfastened her overalls, her eyes fixed on my cock, as Sandra stood over me and lowered her bald pussy towards my face. I licked my lips in anticipation and then it landed on me, sopping wet and sloppy with juices. The aroma and the flavor of her pussy was like champagne and strawberries. I could feel the recently shaved stubble on her mound but around her lips felt soft and smooth. She was sitting on my face firmly and I wondered if she was going to let me breathe, then she lifted up. "Look, look," she said pointing at Logan as her overalls dropped to the ground and her white shirt lifted over her head. "She is just pure sex."

Her breasts were full and voluptuous, bouncing slightly as she slid her g-string off and tossed it onto my chest, then stood over me, opening herself invitingly. "You like this?" She asked, then turned her back and leaned forward pulling apart her cheeks. I couldn't see much but the erotic poses she formed were enough.

"Sit here." I said gesturing her forwards before Sandra smothered me with wet folds again. I pushed my tongue as far as I could inside her tasting an stronger tang and licking the interior walls. I felt her shift forward, sliding her rose bud over my mouth so I licked and probed at it, feeling a strange piece of string hanging out of her. I wondered if it had anything to do with the beads.

Then I felt Logan's hand holding my cock and the head was brushed against slippery lips. She rubbed it back and forth then slowly slid it right up into her. I groaned into Sandra's ass making her lift up again. "Are you okay under there?" She asked as Logan slid up and down, her pussy squelching around the base of my cock. "Pee on him Sandra." Logan suggested

"Yes." Whispered Sandra adjusting herself above me. I looked into her darkened pussy, waiting for the stream, feeling the Ecstasy rushing through my veins and the hot warmth of Logan's body firmly embedded on my cock. Then it came, hot, steaming girl pee, straight from Sandra's beautiful bald pussy into my mouth. It poured out the sides before I accepted the watery, yet slightly astringent flavor, opening my throat and gulping down her warm pee. It tasted wonderful, a delicious sexual elixir from a lascivious young lady.

It made a hissing sound as it poured from her, covering my face and soaking my shirt. I lifted my mouth up to enclose her, sucking on her as she pissed, licking at her armhole, feeling it clenching on my tongue. Logan was moaning and moving up and down on me more rapidly. "Fuck, that feels So good." Sandra groaned as her pee subsided and finally stopped. I sucked hard hoping for a few extra drops and pulling her labia into my mouth, then stretching it out and releasing it. "Oh, oh fuck!" She groaned. "I want to fuck that cock Logan. Let me on there."

I felt her slide off me, leaving me slimy with her lubricant before Sandra sat down, pushing my cock up inside her then bouncing up and down on it. I couldn't believe it, but somehow the Ecstasy was helping me control my urge to come. Usually I would be fighting off the orgasm, but even in these extremely erotic conditions, it was under my complete control.

Logan stood over me pushing her pelvis forward for Sandra to lick at her pussy so I started touching her bare bottom, squeezing and running a wet finger up and down her crack. I pushed it into her hot pussy and felt the probe of Sandra's tongue, then I moved it higher to circle Logan's little rose bud. I sucked my finger again and then pushed the tip inside, feeling her anal muscles contract.

"Oh Sandra, oh baby, he's put his finger in my ass. Oh fuck that's nice Don. Give me more, go deeper. Stroke my belly from the inside," Logan groaned, gasping and releasing small mews like a cat being pampered. I slowly fed my finger all the way inside her, feeling her silky anal walls squeezing and milking me.

"Logan, piss in my mouth. I need more of you. I want to drink you and taste all of you. Piss on us both, come on Don," Sandra said pausing between licks and pulling me into a sitting position, leaving me buried inside her to the hilt, face to face while Logan stood between us, slightly squatting and gyrating her hips.

"Here it comes. OH..." Logan squealed a little as the first spurt of piss shot out, splashing both of us.

"More, more," I said. "Piss on us Logan, Let it out." I rubbed her thighs to encourage her and she let it go. Sandra and I fought for position beneath her squirting pussy, both trying to drink as much of her as we could and rubbing our tongues together in the process. Pee was in my eyes and up my nose but I kept slurping at it like a bubble fountain, taking a big gulp and letting more course down my face. I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulled them apart and shoved my tongue as far into her rose bud as I could as more pee rained down on us.

"Sandra, where's your red vibrator?" Logan groaned.

"In my bag, just there." She said riding up and down and pointing to the shadows of garments, licking piss off her lips. "Can you take my beads out soon. I want to come while you do it. I want to dribble it onto Don's face while you suck on my rosebud Logan."

"Oh yes." I said licking the pee from Sandra's face. "I want to fuck both your asses." I was becoming a sexual deviant all in one night. Logan held the transparent red vibrator up between us and switched it on. It let out a low hum.

"Maybe I'll put it in your asshole Don." Logan said fondling Sandra's' hard nipples and running her hand down her back. I felt her fingertips graze my balls and rub juices around Sandra's' full pussy. She smeared them all over my balls and I felt her run some down my crack onto my asshole. "You like that Don?"

"Yeah." I said giving into the sensations.

"Come on Sandra, get your ass up so I can pull those fucking beads out. They've been up there for hours." Logan slapped Sandra hard on the bottom.

"Ow! That hurts you bitch." Sandra said making Logan chuckle.

"I love it when you call me a bitch, slut." She said laughing harder and slapping her again. Sandra slid off my cock and turned on top of me into a sixty-nine position, only slightly forward. Logan came beside her and held the vibrator onto her pussy. "Don, would you do the honours." She said pointing at the string in Sandra's ass. I felt Sandra close her lips around my cock and suckle me gently, her finger creeping into my asshole.

I rubbed her bottom and circled her rosebud with my finger, then held the string and slowly pulled it forwards. Sandra immediately started groaning deeply, her body shuddering. I met some resistance, pulled a little harder and watched her rosebud open gradually as a small bead slid out on the string. Sandra squealed a little and drove her finger further into my ass. I felt a strange pressure there I had never felt before. It sent spasms into my cock.

"Oh god, Don, there's so much leaking out of your cock. It tastes sweet and nasty..." She trailed off into a groan as another bead popped out and this time her bud pouted slightly. The buzzing of the vibrator intensified and so did Sandra's moans.

"Pull Don!" Said Logan. "She's going off!" I pulled another bead out of her as her body quaked and juices squirted from her pussy onto my face. It was a thicker, more viscous liquid with a richer tang than her pee. I lapped it up, pulling the last bead out, and sticking my tongue into her bud. She continued to shake as Logan gently pushed my head aside and sucked on her bud as well, enjoying the last moments of Sandra's' orgasm.

"Yes suck my ass you filthy little slut," said Sandra pulling her finger out of mine. "Sit on this cock and you fuck her hard Don." She lifted her leg and shifted off me as I sat up and helped Logan into a doggy position in front of us. I ducked down and licked at her, finding she was still very wet. I licked at her rosebud a little causing her to arch her back and open it up for me.

"Come on Don. I need to be fucked. Stick it in my asshole, or my cunt. Anywhere. Just fuck me. You get under me and suck my clit while he does it." I took hold of her hips and rubbed my cock up and down her slit, then pushed it in. Sandra slid underneath her and Logan dipped her head between Sandra's spread legs. With my thumb I tested her rosebud and found her to be very relaxed. I pushed the other thumb in and pulled apart the muscle. I was surprised how wide it opened up.

"Yes, that's it. Open me wide and fuck my ass. Shove that fucking dildo in me Sandra. Get it on full." Logan said with her cockney accent. I trembled with lust and fed my cock deeply into her ass until it was completely engulfed and then, ignoring Sandra feeding on her clitoris, I started pounding into her with all my strength. Little fart sounds were squeezed out but I just pounded harder slapping her on the cheeks a few times for good measure.

"Come on bitch!" I yelled thrusting for all I was worth.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Logan hissed, grunting and whimpering. "Oh fuck, I'm almost there. Suck harder Sandra!" I slapped her again and again, feeling the sperm threatening to explode from my balls but fighting back the urge. "Oh, oh, oh! Yes, that's it!" Logan gurgled, her body going into fits of shudders and her bud clenching around my cock.

As she settled down I removed my twitching cock from her dark passage with a sucking sound and rubbed it a few times. I felt Sandra's' head under me, curling her tongue around my balls. Logan turned around and knelt beside Sandra, then went down to my cock. She sucked it into her mouth and pumped the shaft. I groaned, leaning back to allow her greater access and running my fingers through her black hair. Sandra slid slowly out and kissed me tenderly, letting me taste all the juices spread over her face, her hot breath warming my neck as Logan sucked me.

"Stick it in my ass." She whispered, kissing down my neck and slowly turning around. Logan sat up and moved beside me, still stroking my cock as Sandra moved into position.

"Let me get her ready." Logan said touching Sandra's' bud and pushing her finger in. "Oh, she's so hot in there. You're going to love it. Oh." I watched her finger sink in up to the knuckle. I bent forward and licked around it, feeling the crinkly rim of her rosebud on the tip of my tongue. Logan withdrew, then pushed another finger in before twisting them inside her. Sandra whimpered and lifted her ass higher.

"Okay, let me in." I said brushing Logan aside and rubbing my cock against Sandra's' pussy.

"I'm going to piss on you two again." Logan announced as I slid my cock into Sandra's' ass. She stood over us, facing me and releasing another stream of piss all over us. I licked at her pee-hole while pounding Sandra's' tender bud.

"Ow, oh, that's hurting. Don, ouch!"

"Don't stop." Logan said as I hesitated. "She loves it. Ahh." She aimed her spray onto my chest, bending her knees slightly. "I'm going to finger your asshole Don. Are you ready for that?" She asked as her pee subsided.

"Yes." I groaned already feeling my orgasm bubbling to the surface. Logan crawled around me and began licking at my asshole with her warm tongue. I paused to let her, then pumped slowly in and out of Sandra. I felt a finger push gently into me, sliding deeply until it brushed the sensitive part inside me. My orgasm seemed to drop down and build to a greater force as she stroked it, and then I exploded.

It was as if the dam walls burst and spurt after mighty spurt of semen spewed out of my cock into Sandra's asshole, squirting out the sides and dribbling down my legs as Logans finger twisted and rubbed deep inside my asshole. "Fuck yeah." Sandra said, pushing hard against me.

The orgasm seemed to go on for at least a minute until the spasms stopped. I stayed deep in Sandra's' anal passage for a few more delicious moments and then carefully slid out. Logan slipped her finger from my ass and came around to lick at the come dripping from Sandra's swollen rosebud.

Together we cleaned her out and then shared the come between the two of us before Sandra came around for a three-way rainbow kiss. We licked and dribbled into each other's mouths for a while and then sat back, all wet and sweaty.

"That was fucking great." Sandra said standing slowly up. "That was the best fuck I've had in my life."

"Yeah. Don, you are wonderful with us. We should all swap numbers and do this shit again." Logan said gathering up her clothes. She held up two pairs of dirty panties. "Would you like to hang onto these until you see us again Don?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Mmm. I want to sniff them while I jerk off to the memory of you both." I replied, again noticing the throb of the dance music. "Hey, let's head back to the party."

PlayNbluezz

One day this weird chic IM'd me on a site called Meetme. She was married and pregnant. Everything was friendly and cool. Then I had a dream she bent over my bed. So I told her. Next thing you know, she sent me this pic showing off her hard nipples.

So I began a long tried process of softening her up and getting her ready to start posing. She was quick to send me nudes, I think before I even asked. I thought maybe I could get a few panty shots. Or a tit.

She got naked right away, wearing her man's dog tags too... Who was deployed.

But then she wanted to tease me. So I told her I'd buy some cheap gifts. I had extra money, so I bought her a sweatshirt and then sneakers and she got all sorts of naked. To me it was worth it, since I had extra money. I just wanted to see someone's pregnant wife get naked and whore herself out to me.

To end the story, I never banged her. I checked timestamps and even got her to pose with the cheap gifts so I know she was real.

Here is the funny part. To finally get videos, she wanted me to send her a carton of cigarettes... While pregnant. So I didn't want to send a preggo chick cigarettes. So I told her they were in the mail and she sent 3 videos... Lol. She was pissed 2 weeks later.

And that ended my fun with someone's pregnant fiancé. She got her ring around the time she was posing for me. And if I were to tell you what happened with her and where she is today, you'd be surprised....

Well, where do I begin... First of all, this is the first time I'm here. I actually found the site trying to Google what other people might have done in similar situations...

I'm a 30+ guy. I have a girlfriend and a nice job. Above my office is a flat where a family with 2 daughters lives. The oldest is barely 17 now and it wasn't until last year that I've noticed her at all. She was just a cute kid all these years, but then she just boomed over night. Or at least, that's how it seemed to me.

I never really officially met her, no one introduced us, but we bumped into each other entering the building a couple of times, exchanged a few words but that was all. Truth be told, all of our interactions together couldn't have lasted more then one minute.

One day I noticed she liked the Facebook page of a private company I work at. Naturally, I went to check her profile out and while most of the photos were locked, there were several left open. Needless to say, this was the first time I realized she was absolutely totally hot. She's super short, like reaaaaally petite, but has probably the most amazing bubble-butt I've ever seen in any woman or girl in my life. I honestly think that because she's so tiny, her ass looks even better on those proportions. Also, she's a real beauty, extremely long chestnut hair, blue eyes, perfect smile. She is just ridiculously pretty and very, very sexy. Those few photos on FB were mostly just her, taking selfies in the mirror, but it was obvious they were sexual in nature and that she was definitively showing off.

I also read through the comments, where kids from her school were basically openly saying "they'd hit that", "her ass is magnificent", "best ass in the town" and so on. Her replies indicated she didn't mind this at all. In fact, she loved the attention! The same day I sent her a friend request, hoping to see more of the locked photos.

And then... Nothing. She never responded to my request, days went by, weeks went by, and I soon forgot all about it. Until one day a bell ranged. I was alone at the office that day and imagine my surprise when I saw her standing at the door. She forgot her keyes and asked me if she could wait for her mom to come home from work. So I sat her down, gave her a juice and started chatting. It was winter now, so I really didn't get to look at her all that well, but I immediately remembered those few photos from FB. And just like that, I blabbed out "So, why haven't you added me on Facebook?" instantly feeling like a total moron. I mean, here's this hot teen, why the fuck should she be adding me onto her friends list.

She looked confused and said she had no idea I have sent her the request, because she gets like 5 requests a day. In fact, she pulled out her cellphone and showed me that there are like 300 pending friend requests. So we chatted a bit about this and that, I found out she's into sports, she openly bragged about how flexible her body was and we also just talked bullshit about weather and about how the snow needs to be cleaned from the driveway... The same day she added me to her friend list and I couldn't wait to check her photos out.

Just as I expected, there were dozens of extremely sexy poses and probably more then half of the photos had her glorious butt in display. I could not believe how hot she was, it was just puzzling to me how I didn't notice any of this before. Every once in a while I'd check her Facebook, watched the new photos, but kept my distance. She also used this site where kids apparently open up profiles and other kids get to ask them what ever they want anonymously. Reading the questions and her replies, I realized it was all about her beauty, her ass and about sex. Seriously, I think like 90% of the questions were about those three things. It was obvious to me she wasn't really that innocent especially considering all the sexy self-shots on her Facebook profile.

This went on for a while until one day I tried Googling her name. A few clicks later and I found a forum full of her photos grabbed from FB and a lot of young horny guys bragging about how they fucked her or were going to fuck her or how she's a slut and all the stuff young male kids love to say about girls they can't have. Well, I figured why not turn this to my advantage and be a good guy. So I wrote her a message saying "a friend sent me a link and I found this very rude forum full of your private photos". She replied that she had heard about it, I gave her the link and soon she was telling me all about how her schoolfriends love to gossip her and how these bad boys are constantly spreading lies and rumors about her. She was very honest so we kept talking about it. She was clearly embarrassed that I saw all those comments, some of which were really nasty, so she finally fessed up and admitted to me she hasn't even had sex yet. She had a boyfriend but was scared to do it.

And that was it. After that day we would frequently chat about love, gossip, teen years, relationships and she was also full of very intelligent questions about sex, protection, risks and so on. As time went on, these conversations were getting more and more focused on sex itself. She admitted she frequently masturbated, she loved watching porn and she always hinted how she had a lot of naughty photos. We'd play these little chat games at least every couple of days. Finally I just asked her to send me some of the photos. Instead of photos, she asked me how exactly old I was. I remembered that I had removed my birth date from FB profile so I told her to guess, hoping she'd give me less then I had. Now, I'm an ok looking guy, I actually dress very "freshman year" like, baggy pants, t-shirts with funny prints, Chuck Taylor's or VANS sneakers etc. I'm not fat or anything, but she obviously had me figured out and guessed my age with 1 year less then was I actually am. Still, the next day she sent me a photo where she's laying on the bed, wearing only a short sport top and thongs. Needless to say, it drove me crazy. I kept staring at that photo not knowing what to make of it. She swore to me she never showed this photo to anyone else, but I had a feeling that wasn't really true. Still, our chats were getting very steamy, it was mostly me showering her with compliments and she sending me various sexy photos.

Several times I invited her to come over to the office for a drink, but every time she'd apologize or simply go offline and not show up at all. Finally, she told me she really enjoyed my attention but that she felt it wasn't really appropriate for us to hang out in person. She said something along the lines that we should hook up in few years, once she's older. I understood things were getting kinda uncomfortable for her, especially since our conversations were very tense and by that time the photos she was sending me were borderline soft porn, with her touching her nice firm boobs and grabbing her ass or just posing in doggy style etc. So I just figured she loved teasing but that there was never going to be anything else.

I cooled off a bit, our chats were less and less frequent, I saw that she started posting photos of her and this boy kissing, so I just loosened up and went on with my everyday life. I also spent a lot of time working outside of the office, so we didn't really see each other for at least 6 months at all. Also, I have several coworkers in the office and my boss, I was alone in the office very rarely and there wasn't really a chance for anything anyway.