And step-dad steps in

I was lying on my bed and D was behind me kissing the back of my neck. I pushed him away. But he won’t stop. I punched him with my elbow to back off but he kissed my hair instead. So I stood up, irritated, and went to the bathroom next to my room. Lloyd was there washing some clothes. And he held up my panties, his whisper echoed to the tiles, you left this by the sink. Then I heard Lloyd’s voice changed to my step-dad’s.

“You left this by the sink. Daisy, wake up.”

And I opened my eyes and saw my step-dad sitting by my bed, holding my stiff panties up. Dried traces of cum made it stiff and white in some parts. It was obviously what Lloyd used to wipe his cum off himself.

Who was here this afternoon he asked. But I didn’t reply and took my panties off his hand. Go away!

But he didn’t go anywhere. Instead, he grabbed my arm and threatened me. If I ever catch you and Lloyd, I’m going to…

What? What will you do?

That was my first time I answered him back! And it felt good. But what he said next startled me.

Nobody can ever have you!

His grip became tighter and he placed his other hand on my leg, letting it slide to my inner thighs. But before he could reach further, I kicked it off and timely, my mom called his name out. She shouted from the kitchen and he immediately let go of me. He replied by shouting back that he’s in my room. Mom called me too, saying the dinner is getting cold.

I laid there terrified as he stood up and looked at me whispering that he’s not done with me. My eyes fell to his hips. I saw he had a boner and I looked up back to his eyes. He knew that I saw it. And he smiled with the thought that I looked at it. He then went out my room, gently closing the door saying that I was lucky mom didn’t saw my panties.

What a creep! He knew my mom won’t believe me if I told her what just happened and what he just said. She would think I was just covering up for what I have done. She loved him too much to believe such a thing. Step-dad knew how to shut me up. And that made me scared.

I called Lloyd but he was cold. He asked about the man in the tinted truck and who he was. I explained that he was the painter who fixed the roof of our house last weekend, but he doesn’t believe me. I asked him to pick me up at school tomorrow and that my dad knew he was with me earlier. Without having the chance to explain my side and tell him what my step dad just did, he kept on talking and cutting me, saying that if he ever catches me with anyone else, he wouldn’t know what he could do. Then, leave me then and there. So I better not do anything behind him nor even think of doing anything. He said that he had sacrificed a lot for me and he kept on talking and talking and talking. He always does that. He wanted me to cry. And he was successful. I was on the palm of his hands.

Does he really know me more than what I expect? And who would I run to if he really left me? What will I do with my step dad, now that he laid clear his intentions? What will I do with D? Now that I still do not know his real name, how can I stop him if he does something to expose me? This is way too much for me to handle!

Why don’t they just all go away and leave me alone!



I went to the bathroom and sunk to the tub. I skipped dinner and just laid there under the bubbles. I cleansed my body gently with a liquid soap and felt my soft skin slither with the water. I wish I can cleanse my soul this easy.

Then, as my hand roamed my legs, I couldn’t resist but slide a finger in my pussy. I held myself tight and rubbed my nipples and closed my eyes. I fingered myself gently. Slowly thumping the water to my skin and feeling my pussy walls getting wet inside. I slid another finger in and rubbed myself while opening my legs wide. This is where Lloyd has been this afternoon. This is where D wants to be again. And this is where step-dad wants to be in. Increasing the pace, I suddenly felt a tremble in my pussy as my cum softly gushed thru mixing with the water and bubbles.

My last moan echoed in the bathroom. Then I knew. I just have a body made for fucking love...

Satisfy the Stalker

I know I'm such a bitch for not writing soon what came next after my one night stand with that Mexican boy who painted and fixed the roof of my house. So after a few blogthings, here you go... the continuation of Princess Slut...


I was going to meet Lloyd after school at a nearby grocery store. As I was standing by the gutter, a small pickup truck with heavy tainted windows stopped in front of me. A low voiced man breathing heavily, whispered, asking if I need a lift. The voice sounded familiar but I was creeped-out so I moved back. No thanks, I don’t. But the truck didn’t go away. So I just stood there waiting.

The guy opened the door so I peeked in. It was dark inside and I wasn’t able to see who he was. Then, he asked me to hop in. I didn’t know who owns such a vehicle, so I walked away. He slammed the door and started to drive slowly. I walked faster, but the truck moved with my pace. I was so nervous I didn’t know what to do!

Then by the corner of the street, I saw Lloyd. Why are you so late! I screamed. As Lloyd walked to me, the truck speeds away. Who was that? I don’t know! Lloyd saw that I was nervous and offered to bring me home.

I need to call if somebody’s home first. The last thing I need is a stalker following me and the only person who can accompany me safely home is the only person not allowed to set foot in the house.

Are they still mad about the concert? Lloyd asked. Who wouldn’t!?

Nobody’s picking up the phone so we went to my house quickly. I was hungry all weekend for Lloyd, and I knew he was too. So, soon as we closed the front door, we immediately kissed. He placed his hand under my blouse and roamed my boobs and nipples. We were standing by the door and he pressed me to the wall. His cock was so hard it was penetrating to my skirt. I giggled as he moved his hips like he was fucking me already and whispered that I’m thirsty. And I wasn’t only pertaining to drinking. I was thirsty for him.

I let go of his hug when I saw by the front lawn that the same pick up truck was parked in front of my house. I did not tell Lloyd but I just grabbed his hand and lead him to the kitchen. I got lost in thought as I saw he had that mischievously sexy grin that gives hints of a dirty thought. So I asked what’s in his mind. He answered by grabbing my hips and lifting me to the counter. I sat uncomfortably high but soon as he opened my legs I knew what he wanted.

Lloyd is a tall mid-built guy but his tool is way too big and he was way too naughty to handle it. He stood in front of me and grabbed me by the neck and we kissed again. He instantly removed his belt and unzipped his trousers and opened my legs wider. I never realized that the counter’s height is perfect for a bull’s-eye until that moment. So, he raised my skirt and immediately pulled my panties off and slammed his huge cock in me. I moaned with perfect pleasure as his deep penetration made my pussy ache with delight.

He unbuttoned my blouse and licked my nipples while pumping me, then sucked my boobs vigorously. With every thump I moan and moaned. Whispering his name to his ear and running my fingernails to his back.

While he was busy with my nipples, I noticed by the kitchen window a shadow passing by. I felt a bit uneasy thinking it might be my mom or worse, my dad! But by the distance I thought I saw the Mexican painter who fixed our roof last week. I looked again and he was gone.

Lloyd pulled my hair so he could kiss my neck. Then I held Lloyd’s head and kissed his lips wet with his saliva from slopping my nipples and neck. I couldn’t control it anymore as I tilted my back arching to his cock. I clung to his hips making his notch deeper. He knew I was almost cumming and he squeezed my boobs and pulled me down the counter. Without removing his tool from my cunt, he moved me sideways then made my legs turn like a helicopter so I could bend to the counter. He took me from behind. My pussy becomes tighter this way, he said. And he was groaning and moaning with desire. This pose made him more excited and I felt his crotch grow bigger and stiffer inside me.

He held my boobs, squeezed them and used them as a grip for him to take me faster and harder. His cock seamlessly slides in and out my pussy. And as if his doggy style wasn’t enough, he raised his foot to the counter to make him hook in deeper. He fucked me with all his might. Oohh….

Then he came! His cum dripped all over my legs, while I hear him moan satisfyingly softer and gasping for air. He spanked my ass and gave me one last quick pump and let go. I noticed my skirt was wet with his cum too so I removed it. With the rest of my clothes still on, he left me standing wet and went to the sink to wash himself.

Then I glanced to the window and saw the shadow again. His face was clear now and indeed, it was the Mexican painter! There he was behind the bushes. I wasn’t expecting to see him that soon. But I got irritated by the thought that he watched us. He winked to me and ran away.

The naughty thought of a threesome came to mind. This would be my first in case it did happen. But no, Lloyd was too jealous and selfish to share me to anyone. That even a guy staring at me at the mall would end up with a broken jaw.

As we were fixing ourselves, the doorbell rang. So I rushed Lloyd out of the back door and kissed him goodbye. Call me when you get home, I whispered. Then I went to the front door, while hurriedly wore my skirt back. I left my panties by the sink but I’ll get that later.

He stood there waiting for me to let him in. With his long black mexican hair and tight muscles, I wanted to, but I was just tired and seeing his truck in front of my house made me feel awkward. At the side of the lawn I saw Lloyd sneaking out and when he saw the truck, he looked back at me. I knew he recognized it so I spoke loudly making sure he heard me, that my mom is not yet home and she will pay for the roof tomorrow.

The Mexican guy just looked at me and said that’s not why he’s here. But I repeated what I said and said goodbye. Then closed the door to his face. I didn’t felt nervous of him standing there and not leaving me alone, but of what might happen if Lloyd found out who he really was and that he screwed more than just the nails to the roof.

I stood by the door and waited for the truck to drive away. And soon as I heard it leave, my heartbeat felt faster. But I was struck when I saw a piece of paper by my feet and read it.

“I need you princess. It’s my turn to pick you up at school tomorrow. - D”

I weakly ran to my room and jumped to my bed. D… so now I call you D? What is your real name? What am I gonna do?

Will I let him have his turn?

Princess Slut

Sometimes in mid-afternoons and lazy Saturdays, I just stare into the blankness of the day and imagine myself being fucked. I close my eyes and I see my ass up in the air, a huge juicy cock slamming me, my body shaking with every thump and the bed creaking with the waves of our movements. I am a big moaner and my ohhhs and ahhhs echo to the room. Fuck me! Fuck me deep and quick! That’s what I’d always wanted to say.

But then again, fantasies are always better when reality steps in and fate takes it course. And I remember one lazy Sunday when I was still with Lloyd. I was left at home to keep an eye on the man hired to fix and paint our roof. And this hunk has ended up not only screwing holes from the wooden planks of our house, but also, one wet and open hole ready for the taking.

It was a hot hot summer and I was grounded for sneaking out of the house a few weeks back to watch a rock concert with Lloyd. Now everybody was at the beach enjoying the sun and the waves, the sand and the cute boys in swimming trunks, except for me.

I wasn’t in a great mood, so soon as the hired guy came, I snobbishly lead him to the backyard so he can do his thing. Not bad looking, I thought. A pale dark skinned man, with a slightly long hair, and rusty looking. In my estimates, he was in his late 20’s or early 30’s. But without a word, I just went to my room.

I lay on bed slept for a while and woke up with an aching sensation. So I tried to satisfy myself with my fingers. I thought of the steamy night at the concert with Lloyd and made me yearn for his body, his legs, his arms all over me, and his cock sliding to my ass. But the pumps and banging on the roof made me lose my concentration. I tried to finger myself in rhythm with the hammer, but it was not working. I ended up sweaty and more longing, more hungry.

Then, the hammering halted. I tried to continue fingering myself but its not working. I need something bigger. So I stopped. Gosh! How I would like to go to the beach for my favorite hobby - boy hunting! Well, I have an idea. Hobbies can also be done at home, right?

So I fixed up a pitcher of lemonade with chunks of ice cubes, and added a special ingredient – half a bottle of vodka. I’m sure, step dad won’t mind if I borrow some from his wine cabinet.

I went to the garden wearing only a yellow laced tank top and yellow satin shorts, with no bra and no panties. I noticed that I didn’t need to rub my nipples for them to stick out. The thought of being alone with a sweaty sexy muscled man in the house was enough to make them poke visible.

I placed the pitcher and two glasses to the porch table and looked up the roof to search for him. He saw me and yelled hey princessa! Is that drink for me? The sun was beaming too bright and all I saw was the contours of his body, and his muscles, gleaming by the light, his face was so radiant that I almost didn’t see his gorgeous smile until he went down the ladder.

Princessa? I asked giggling. He said yes, princess in American. He was a heavy muscled Mexican with a pair of cute black eyes. I almost felt my pussy wet when he removed his shirt right in front of me. Ohh! Great abs, I said. Do you work out? He said he used to do a lot of heavy lifting in Meh-hi-co. And he just grinned and said how silly I am for a 14 year old. I replied that I’m 18 and old enough to know things, although that’s actually 2 years older than my actual age. He asked what kind of stuff I know. But I just leaned forward making sure my ass raised high enough for him to notice, and handed him the glass and asked if he really wants to know.

He said I was perfect. I said he was too. But he corrected that he meant I was in perfect timing as he was done with his task. Yeah right. I asked pardon for my unfriendly greeting earlier and this drink is kind of a peace offering and reward for a job well done.

But soon as I said the word “job” my eyes fell down to his pants and imagined how huge he must be. I would love to inspect it with my hand or better, my mouth, and do some “jobs”. I knew he saw my glance while he was drinking, coz his eyes rolled to the corner of the glass and he smiled.

I asked if he would like to take a shower and added “with me” softly as he placed the glass to the table. He laughed and asked if I really didn’t mind. So to cut the story short, we went into the house and soon as he stepped out of the shower, I handed him a towel and he grabbed my ass. I held his hand to squeeze my ass harder, and looked him in the eyes. He asked if I was sure of what I was asking. And I whispered that I am sure he is asking for the same thing. But I was so nervous and cold, am I really gonna go for it? Maybe sensing it, he whispered back that he promise he’ll be gentle.

In the bath, with the water still dripping to the tub, he kissed my neck and my shoulders wildly and I moaned and let it echo to the bathroom and in his head. I grabbed his huge cock and saw how he was nicely cut with a shaft so long and head so huge like a serpent ready to bite! He was even bigger than Lloyd!

He kissed my lips and I let him taste my tongue as well. The vodka still lingers in our mouths as he carried my ass and I wrapped my legs to his hips. I was rubbing my pussy to his belly, trying to slide down to feel his cock and his stares became serious… longing… He carried me to my room and I kicked the door lock behind us. He threw me softly to my bed and opened my legs wide so he could take me. I wanted him to kiss my pussy first but we were both fired up that I let him slam me right then and there. He took me first in one long slow stroke then confessed that he saw me fingering myself. I blushed and stopped. He said he finds it sexy and revealing. And I was beautiful like an ángel hermoso. He kissed my left nipple and rubbed the other with his fingers. Then took me slow again. But I was so wet and he was so huge that I can’t help but move my hips faster than his pace.

Whoa! Slow down princess! But I kissed his lips again to make him stop talking. And that was the signal that I mean business. So he rammed his cock in me faster, rubbing his head to my pussy walls. Oh I felt his tool grabbing me from the inside as our juices flicker and slide. It all went so slippery and he was taking me faster and faster until I moaned…. and moaned…. and our bodies collide with every second. His hands were squeezing my boobs and I hear him finally moan. His head tilted back, I knew he was about to cum and I was about to explode too! He suddenly slipped out his huge tool, threading a slight pain to my pussy and came! He came shooting his semen on my belly and my boobs! I almost tasted his cum and it smelled so fine! I giggled and rubbed his cum all over my nipples and skin.

“Oh you taste so fine princess,” he said and fell beside me on my bed. Did you cum? He asked, aww what a gentleman I thought. I touched my aching pussy and felt my juices all over. “Yes I did”. And it was the last three words I remember saying.

When I woke up, the sun was down. I was alone in my room and naked under the blanket. I knew he left the house already. Maybe left my life for good too. But as I stretched and rolled to my side, I saw three small white daises beside me. It was the daisies from our backyard. What a sweet stranger! And I knew I’d see him again. Maybe even sooner than I think.

Step-Daddy’s Little Girl (Part II)

Cumming Home

I always lock the door of my room when I sleep. But that night from the party, my mind was still floating with Eddy, his mysterious ways that seemed so new to me, drawing me more to him, letting him linger in my head, that I recklessly forgot to lock my door.

There I was sleeping, a pillow in between my arms and legs, my back facing the door, and half naked. I lost track of time when I dreamed that step-dad was in my room. He went in discreetly, picked up my clothes from the floor and looked at them; investigating. He then placed them on the chair next to my bed walked towards my lamp, turned the lights out and closed the door.

Half asleep I dreamt he was standing next to my bed, looking at my back, eyes rolling from my hair down to my toes, as I heard him unzip his trousers. A slight clink buzzed in the room as his metal belt hit the wooden floor. I was not scared but I was uneasy. I pretended to move involuntarily and got the blanket I am lying on to cover my naked back.

I heard a slight moan and smelled an echoing lull of liquor, more intoxicating than beer. I crossed my legs under the blanket and squeezed my pussy tight for a second or two then let go, and tightened it once more and released again. I repeated this until I heard myself breathing deep each time. I was perspiring as I felt the fire build up in me. I hear the moan once again, this time making me almost reach my ecstasy. I bit my lip preventing myself from moaning back as mixtures of flashbacks come to my mind. I see Eddy masturbating in front of me, I see my step dad doing the same behind me, I see myself fingering in front of Lloyd, and the stranger looking at Kevin and me in the movie house. I see the strangers I met in the subway, in the bus all making me cum in a discreet but exhilarating way. Then I exploded! My juices oozed out of my panties wetting my inner legs. I catch my breath, carefully controlling my panting, closing my eyes tight and pretending to sleep.

I woke up in the morning light beaming to my face. I felt cold beneath my blanket and as I looked in, I was shocked to see that my bra is missing. Although I was wearing my panties, it still made my heart race with the thought of what happened last night. Was it all a dream? Was he really in my room? Did I really do what I did? Or worse, did we do more than what I remember? I only had one thing sure though, Eddy. Yes, Eddy…

I took a long shower thinking of all the things that happened the night before, striving, forcing myself to remember every detail as possible. I scrubbed my body so long and hard to make sure all the scent goes away. But I can still smell Eddy’s cum lingering in the bathroom. Or was it only his cum that I smell? The thought gave me the shivers.

At breakfast I didn’t saw my step-dad on his favorite chair. He was not even in the kitchen. According to Mom, he was up all night looking for me that he ended up drinking with his friends. Mom was so furious with me for sneaking up on them, especially her. The moment I heard her say that, my heart pounded. I feel I betrayed my mom. Not by sneaking to a party, but thinking of her husband masturbating behind me. But I didn’t want that! But then again, I didn’t make him stop, to the point of gratifying myself as well. I was debating in my head that I even do not know if it was true or not.

I barely touched my food as I lost appetite. I was hearing my mom speaking, but the words didn’t get to me. I saw her lips move but I didn’t understand what she was saying. I felt that I would faint. I felt dizzy and all cold inside. I was in the brink of blacking out when a cup of coffee was placed in front of me. It was him! He gave me coffee and whispered that we both should promise Mom not to do that again.

I was all pale. Do what? Did we do something? Together? And what did Mom knew? What was he talking about? Think Daisy! Think!

A knock woke me out of my senses. I was still in the shower, staring blankly to the wall as cold water slide down my body. It was Mom knocking on the door. She said she will go to work now and Dad will come along. She said she will talk to me tonight, so I better not go to any party again. She knocked on my bathroom door again. Daisy! Are you hearing me?

Yes Mom. I won’t go anywhere tonight.

Then she left. And I heard the car drive away.

After the shower, I went back to sleep. I need to sleep this all off.

Discovering the Art of Masturbation

Since my last post was from the early parts of my life, and I am as much as I’d like to stay chronological, let me tell you the time I was starting to discover my body and the pleasures brought by discovering it.

It was around the time I was 12 when I first got the taste of how to reach orgasm on my own. I noticed how my pussy throbs every time I see a steamy scene from a movie. Sometimes just by kissing passionately, but always occurs when the kissing becomes a bed scene. My mom often covers my eyes when a sexy scene comes up, but this doesn’t always happen. And when I chance upon seeing it completely it steams up a sensation in me. Strangely I feel like my pussy moves on its own, opening and closing like a heartbeat. Sometimes it moves so fast my cunt gets moist.

When night comes I think about the scene I saw from the movie and relive it in my head. Again, the same throbbing sensation awakens and since the lights are out and I am under my blankets, I am free to move my hips and cross my legs tight enough to squeeze it. Soon I discovered that doing this in a jabbing manner as my legs tightens and lets go then repeating the procedure over and over increases the excitement. The heat encircles in me and I soon find my pace gradually becoming faster. As my hips move to the tempo, I feel my growing boobs shaking. To prevent from shaking the bed too much I hold on to my breasts only to realize that holing it makes my nipples grow stiff. Over time I learned that rubbing my nipples at the same beat adds more exhilaration. Then wetness builds up in me to the point that I couldn’t hold on to it and I explode! It felt almost like pissing but only in a very very small amount. I always hear my heart pounding so loud and hard after this that I fear somebody might hear it. Then I stay still for a few minutes as I swallow a big gulp of saliva stuck in my mouth. I guess this shows that while I was in limbo all my other senses stops.

For a few years after that I have this secret ritual before going to sleep. If I wasn’t able to watch a movie I make up a story in my mind. I have always felt guilty after that scenario, but I was so gratified that even if I prayed that I won’t do it again, I still do.

There was a time that I wasn’t able to do this for days, I think even weeks. I always stay up because of homework and I always fall asleep right away. One weekend I woke up with the urge of finally doing it again. I was aching to feel that sensation but whatever I think or imagine, it’s not waking up my senses. I was squeezing my pussy with my legs but I feel some sort of emptiness. So I stood out of bed and went straight to the videotapes of my mom. Where is that James Bond movie that has an erotic bed scene? I roamed around the house and saw that I was alone. So it seems.

I run through the videotapes again and I saw the one I was looking for. I hurriedly knelled on the couch and removed my panties, and since I just woke up, I was still wearing an over sized shirt. It felt cold under that shirt with nothing beneath. I sat eagerly upright and played the movie. I forwarded, searching for the scene and when it was familiarly near, I crossed my legs and started squeezing my pussy again. My cunt felt all moist soon as I hear the girl moaning and I would silently like to moan too, but I was preventing myself from making any sound. I was almost til my climax as my head felt like spinning and my eyes glued to the scene of two people fucking in the dark. I closed my eyes and replayed the moans in my head as I slowly felt my cum was all coming out of my pussy wetting my inner thighs. As I opened my eyes catching my breath, I hugged the square pillow behind me.

But just as I was getting comfy with my position, “Boo!” Angelo, my brother’s friend jumped behind the couch where I was seated! He was five years older than me and I was so shocked that I ran to my room as he was laughing trying so hard to conceal my panties inside my fist. My brother showed up from the garage and asked Angelo what happened. I didn’t care to listen to his reply as I locked my door and never knew if he saw or felt or knew what I just did.

After that day I swore I would never do that again. But I guess, time heals pains and embarrassments that until now, I confess that masturbating is one of my guilty passions.

Trick or Treat

Victim: A nosey horny neighbor.

She was alone in the house. It was a Holloween night. The kids were noisy on the streets and she was having a slight fever and headache. She was not scared of the dark or of being alone. But she was scared of the neighbor who keeps on peeping on their windows. He was twice her age, medium built, quite handsome except for his unshaved mustache, and she was observing him for the whole sem. The more she stayed home the more the man stayed indoors. She went to the kitchen to grab something to drink and he was there on the opposite side of the house, in his own kitchen too, pretending not to look. But she knew so she closed the lights pretended to leave but hid by the kitchen door. She slowly looked to the man’s house and he was gone. So she went upstairs to take a bath. She took a dip into her tub and felt better as she rubbed herself under the bubbles. She was thinking of the man who was looking at her. She imagined him looking this very minute. Her fingers now sliding faster in her pussy as her moans echo in the bathroom. She closed her eyes as she moaned loudly, rubbing her nipples and pussy, forgetting that the windows were open. She heard a branch of a tree cracking outside. She abruptly stood up and leaned over the window. She just saw the tree connecting her house to the neighbor’s. And nobody was there. Or that’s what she thought. Her pussy was still aching and she wanted to continue. But she thought of that neighbor again. Wishing that he leave her alone but wanting his body on top of her, his tongue inside of her. Suddenly she heard the doorbell downstairs. She grabbed her towels and robe. Wiping her dripping hair she opened the door. And there he was.

“Trick or treat!” His kids yelled as their eyes met. She didn’t notice that two kids were standing in between them. She grabbed some candies on the table next to the door and looked at him as she placed some on their baskets. She saw dirt on his trousers’ knees and refrained from asking where he got it. He smiled as the kids ran away. He stood there and she looked at him with wondering eyes. He asked if he can borrow something to remove the dirt from his pants. She saw how he tried to canvass her body beneath her thin robe and felt her nipples erecting through the satin cloth. But she was hypnotized by his hot stares and soft low voice, so she let him in. She mentioned that she just saw him before she went to take a bath but she knew to herself that this man has a naughty intention. They seemed to have locked themselves out of the house he said.

And at the sound of the door closing, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her close to him. The towel she was holding fell to the floor. She felt his cock hardly piercing to her bathrobe wanting to ram her from behind. She faintly tried to get away from his hands but she was too weak. She stood there leaning to the man as he grabbed her breasts squeezing them softly. She felt weaker as he removed her bathrobe and kissed her neck and back. She stood there naked and the man touching her all over, sliding his hands to her nipples, her hips and legs. She arched her hips towards him and rubbed her ass to his now fully erect dick. She whispered to go upstairs but he was so hungry for her he wanted to take her right on the stairs. So she sat on the steps and opened her legs. She pushed his head between her legs. He looked at her serious eyes as he slowly let out his tongue and licked her soft cunt. She moaned as she held tightly on the wooden steps. He wanted to take her now but she told him not to stop. The man continued to lick her and suck her pussy as her hot juices was building up inside. He opened his zippers letting out his pink cock as he begged for her to let him fuck her. She shoved his head to her pussy again, he liked her fast and without saying a word she came into his mouth. He was stunned as her cum squirted to his lips, mustache and chin. She looked at the clock and it was 10:00 pm. He crawled on top of her and she left her legs open wide, still looking at the clock. As he let his cock gradually enter her very tight wet pussy, only halfway in, the doorbell rang. And he was alarmed as she pushed him away. Let’s ignore them please, as he whispered begging to continue. That’s my parents and they have come to visit me. She pointed at the kitchen door and the man looked at her with puppy eyes as she whispered in a commanding tone “go”. So he ran to the back door while pulling his trousers back on and left. She stood up wore her robe and opened the door for her parents. Sorry I’m dripping, let me just go upstairs to change she said as they all went in.

She went back to the bathroom to have a quick shower knowing that the man was there in his room looking at her through their windows. She smiled as she soaped her satisfied pussy. The next day Uhaul came to pick up her stuff as she moves back to her parents for the fall break.

Exhibitionist

That last subway ride reminded me of my first boyfriend, Kevin. He was 11 years older than me and I was barely starting my teenage years then. I was quite popular for having a college boyfriend. But whatever we did was only between us. Or so I thought.

He loves to fondle me in the dark. He loved it when I suck his finger after he kisses me. It made him kiss me more torridly. We were fond of watching movies and he was always bringing me to the movie house. And it was always dark, and his hands were always never settled. But because I was a minor, we can’t easily go and watch the rated ones. So he bought me clothes and gave me jewelry. I learned to wear make up in an early age and I thought my friends how to. Kevin treated me like a princess, and gave me whatever I want. Even things that I thought I don’t want until I actually had them. All those gifts of course should always have something in return. So I do whatever he tells me to.

One time as we were watching a movie he slid his hands through my knees. I was a bit taken aback as he was just fond of touching my arms neck and boobs while we kiss before. My rule was simple, no touching below the belt. And so I reminded him. But the movie was so boring his attention was fully to me. He whispered that since I said no touching below the belt, he will remove my belt and will remove his as well. He was kissing my neck which he knows weakens me so much that I have to give in. So I let him remove mine and I watched as he removed his. He kissed me torridly on my lips and let me taste his tongue. He sucked my tongue out as well and let me move it as our tongues rub in our mouths. He loved that and kissed my ears and said he will let me experience how it feels to have his tongue below my belt. The mere thought excited me as his fingers move in under my skirt slowly reaching in for my panties. Suddenly, he stopped and with closed eyes, I wanted him not to. He cleared his throat and sat up straight. I asked why, in a yearning soft voice. He said that the man seated in front of us was looking. So I sat straight as well and the man looked back at the screen. After a few minutes he kissed me again and started his way to my legs. I looked at the man in front of us he was not looking so I let Kevin raise my skirt. I closed my eyes as he stopped kissing me but his hand was now inside my panties. He first ran his finger on my cut. Then he slowly slid it in. I gave a short moan and saw the eyes of the man in front of us looking in between the seats. I didn’t tell Kevin coz I enjoyed the moment so much I lost contact with words. He slowly rubbed me inside and I felt my pussy get wet and a bit sticky. Kevin kissed me again as he sucked my tongue he let his other hand stroke inside my shirt and reached for my boobs and nipple. I felt my hips arch for him as he went deeper and he moaned to my ear as I opened my legs wider. Hearing his moan made me feel more wet inside. Now his hand was going faster rubbing my pussy walls as I tighten it. I looked again at the man in front of us and his eyes were almost closing. I knew he was masturbating as his chair was a bit shaking. So I let my tongue out and licked Kevin’s neck while I look at the eyes peeping at us. Kevin slowly grabbed my hand and led me to his trousers. I didn’t hesitate to grab him. It was the first time I will hold it and I can’t wait to feel how hard it was. I was about to go inside his briefs when the chair in front of us creaked loudly. Kevin stopped and lowered my skirt to cover my legs. He sat straight and looked at the man frowning. He told me that we should change seats. So we stood up and went to the other side of the movie room. I was right. He was masturbating; Kevin claimed he saw his cock out of his zippers.

We left soon as the movie was over and he apologized if he ever made me embarrassed or even hurt me. I said it didn’t hurt, nor embarrassed me. But I didn’t tell Kevin that the thought of somebody watching us made it more pleasurable.

The satisfying Lloyd break-up

I was a loyal girlfriend. Men ask me out, especially guys from school but I always give a snout back or a raised eyebrow at them. Snobbish and hard to reach was the image I had. But soon as I am with Lloyd, the whole world evaporates and I fall on my knees and worship him and his huge cock. I was willing to do anything and sacrifice everything for him. But he refuses. He just likes to fuck. He just likes to ram me and make my big boobs shake on his command. He holds on to them and clings to them while thrusting me deep until he reached the deepest walls of my cunt to make me moan hard and scream. One time he fucked me so hard and so long I got sick the next day.

And two days after that, my fever worsened and I had coughs and a running nose. He never visited me at home and he only called twice. A week passed and I got better. I was so angry at the thought of not hearing from him I declared we were off the day I went back to school. I told the guys I broke up with him but he didn’t know yet.

This gave Wilbert the chance to come up to me and try to comfort me. I didn’t take him seriously as I was still drawn to the wonderment of Lloyd’s estrangement. Another week past and no word from him. I felt the ache to touch him. And I want him to touch me back so bad that I made love to myself every night. I was alone with my own fingers and a strange satisfaction came to me.

I fingered myself in a way Lloyd never did. I slowly slid one finger in, sliding in circles and hooking up once its fully in me. I roam my pussy in circles slowly until I reach the back walls of my upper cunt. It was a new sensation. I then realized that this was the G-spot they have been talking about. I rubbed myself slowly then increasing the pace it made me slightly moan. And this moan is different from the moans I let out with Lloyd. This is a different level of consciousness. I was in limbo and my head spins so fast I almost felt I was floating. Then I came. The length of those electric waves came cumin and cumin down my panties that it made my bed wet. It was more exhilarating than being fucked for hours by Lloyd. I fell asleep immediately with a new found realization.

The next day I had the courage to call up Lloyd. I never asked why he didn’t bother to call or visit me. There was no time for that. I first tried to tease him that I was thinking of him ever night but I then said that I told the guys at school that I broke up with him and he didn’t knew yet. Instead of pursuing for me, he just said “Great! Then I can go out with other girls.” I wasn’t really shocked by his response, but it disgusted me that I hang up the phone. No calls after that. But I was happy and satisfied with myself. And my fingers.