From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Short Stories (collection, everything) Date: 24 Feb 1996 22:10:29 GMT Fifties Fetish I often see myself as a helpless young girl who has been kidnapped by a group of young hoods back in the fifties. I am taken to a garage by three or four boys who make me kneel down on the hard, dusty floor while my hands are tied behind my back. Then I am undressed, slowly, by all of my abductors. The first one begins playing with my blouse, while I gaze up at him helplessly. He sticks his hand down the opening of my blouse and squeezes my nipples experimentally. Suddenly, he rips my whole blouse open, making me gasp in surprise. My nipples are standing up under the material of my bra and he sees this. Smirking, he starts to pinch them through the material of my bra making me cry out. Then, another boy lifts up my skirt and digs his nails into my inner thighs. A third boy is undoing his fly in front of my face while I tremble and sigh, excitedly. The second "abductor" has hand inside my panties and he's rubbing my feverish clit with fast, excited movements. Next thing I know, I'm being forced forward by two of the hoods, so that I fall with my ass sticking up, my hands still behind my back and my sore knees supporting my whole body. My legs are spread, violently, from behind, while someone else tears my panties off with a sudden careless motion. I can feel hands running up and down my thighs, settling on my wet, hungry cunt and then moving away. As I kneel forward, I succumb to the tremors of ecstatic pleasure that are coursing through my legs and my body. The boy who has been standing in front of me, jerking off on my face forces my mouth open with his fingers and shoves an enormous, thick penis into my mouth, while I feel someone else's hands exploring the insides of my pussy. My muscles tighten around his fingers and my mouth begins to work up and down on the cock. I begin sucking in and out, going down on it as far as my throat will let me, snaking my eager little tongue around and around the erect member in circles. His hands are holding on to the sides of my cheeks and he begins to thrust into me, controlling the movements of my mouth so they suit his pleasure. It feels incredible to have this huge, throbbing pole shoving its way into my mouth, while I get finger fucked from behind. I'm making these little whimpering smothered noises while he fucks my mouth and I feel something thicker and warmer pushing its way into my pussy. Lunging his cock deep into the cavity of my throat he comments on my elasticity, exhorting the boy to fuck me without mercy since I'm "just a slut" and I "probably deserve it." When I feel the gigantic, thick member splitting my insides in two, I start to explode. My cunt is tightening around his cock, and my mouth is full of throbbing meat... it's utter bliss. The cock in my mouth seems to fill me up completely and come out the other end. Soon both cocks are pounding and pushing and filling me up. My wet pussy is contracting orgasmically around the cock that's pounding me from behind and my mouth is getting hungry for the taste of sperm. Sensing my need, the boy in front of me lets forth with a huge gush of sweet cum and grasps my ears firmly in his hand splashing his love juices all over the back of my mouth as he fucks me violently. My open mouth becomes a vessel for yet another cock, while I continue to get pumped from behind. When the second load of cum has been deposited in my willing mouth, I feel myself being grabbed by the waist from behind and fucked violently, while my unseen lover runs his fingers over my breasts, rubbing my nipples with the palms of his hands and plunging himself deeper and deeper into my pulsating hole. When I feel my orgasm building up, he starts pumping fast and hard, slapping my bare ass with his free hand and calling me vile, filthy names. We cum together, he riding my wet, throbbing pussy while I wriggle up against his cock, trying to get as much of him inside me as possible. Kissing Cousins The first time I made it with my cousin, Marla, I was seventeen years old. We were on an "overnighter" at her place and her folks were downstairs watching TV. We spent the whole night in her cramped single bed, doing 69. She licked my throbbing pussy to perfection until I had come at least four times and I explored her own sweet stuff for the rest of the night. I should add that Marla tits that look almost fake, they're so perfect. And I'm a 5'2" brunette with a super-sensational body that never quits. As you may have noted, Marla is the less energetic in our coupling. I could eat and lick her sticky cunt for the whole night - until I fall asleep on her crotch, in fact. Her tongue, on the other hand, does get tired - not that her technique has ever tired out. Marla eats my pussy better than any man. And that, unfortunately, includes my husband, Paul. Marla and I are both married now, in our late twenties. We look as sensational as we did when we were teenagers. Our husbands are both friends and we go on these double vacations together. Last summer, Carl and Paul decided to go fishing. We were staying in a cottage in the Adirondacks and, as soon as we saw the guys getting out their fishing rods, we gave each other the "evil eye." Marla knew just what was on my mind: we hadn't slept together for weeks - maybe months - and we were HORNY. We locked the cabin door behind the men (to "keep intruders out" we told them) and settled into out usual monkey business. Only there was a catch. Marla's husband is heavily into dildos: he doesn't get fucked by them, but he loves to fuck Marla's pussy with a dildo until she comes, quivering and shaking all over the bed. I should point out that, while Carl is very good at playing with props, and Marla is very receptive to all kinds of pleasure, there is one area in which he's definitely not too proficient. he has an enormous dick but he can't keep a hard-on for more than three minutes without coming! (Now what kind of a husband is that, I ask you? Paul, at least, can keep up a good, steady, hour long humping. It's just a question of getting him in the mood... which isn't often.) As I lay on my back, rubbing my clitoris feverishly and feeling my swollen pussy lips getting wetter and hungrier for Marla's tongue, she pulled a thick, black vinyl dildo out of a little suitcase and started lubricating it with her own pussy juices. Then she shoved it, hard and fast, into my cunt, making me moan and scream with delight. It felt incredible. I was experiencing all the pleasure of having a gigantic, ten inch prick inside my snatch as well as the obvious benefits of having a gentle, considerate female lover who is sensitive and smart as well as sensual... Marla made me come and come with the dildo. I came so much I collapsed on the bed, waking up to find Marla tidying up the "remains" of our afternoon sport while our men pounded hysterically on the cabin door. When everything was back in its place, Marla opened the door. Our husbands were kind of puzzled but I really think that they believed us when we informed them that we'd both been napping. Nipping is more like it, but I honestly don't think Paul or Carl would believe that girls could do such dirty things together. Since that occasion, I have had ample opportunity (which I have used) to return Marla's favor. Now, we love to get it on with "Carl's" dildo, and she gets a very special kick out of knowing that Carl is fucking her with the cock that has been inside her "kissin' cousin's" cunt. Marital Bliss My wife has an identical twin sister who is just incredible. Her name is Marnie and Trixie, my beloved lady, loves to get it on with the two of us. Trixie and Marnie both wear their hair long, and full to their asses and they both possess the most dynamic, stacked figures this sides of the state line. Everywhere they've ever gone together men fell out of their car windows trying to get a closer look. At 5'7" they're both impressive, with their stupendously curved asses and their long, shapely legs. To make matters worse, both gals like to dress up in similar clothes so I've had some experiences that were pretty confusing, to say the least, in my time. One day, I came home from work to find what I just assumed was my wife, sitting on the living room couch wearing her bath-robe and a pair of white, high heeled slippers with little pom-pom puffs on the toes. She was reading a magazine and exposing most of her bare cleavage while she read. When she opened her mouth and her robe, I realized that this was not my wife, but her sister, up to some kind of prank. Now, at this point, let me interject that I'd never made it with either her sister or the pair of them and I had no idea that I was ever going to. Marnie, however, had other ideas. She undid the robe, exposing a golden, honey colored bush of pubic hair that made me gasp. She was as identically attractive as Trixie, in every way and I had to find out what her pussy tasted like. I fell onto the floor, in front of her and started probing her moist, pink cunt with my tongue. To my delight and surprise, Marnie tasted just like Trixie, only a little better because she was a novelty! Marnie began to grind her cunt against my tongue, so that I could feel her excited, horny bud getting hard and swollen with each successive lick. Moaning and sighing she began to run her fingers through my hair with frenzied strokes and pulled my face closer to her pussy. "Lick my lips," she whispered, directing my eager-to-please tongue downward. I licked up and down the sides of her lips and savored her sticky, nutty aroma, while she gasped and heaved against my face. When she came, I slurped up all her juicy offerings like a grateful pet and ran my tongue around the entrance of her pussy for good measure. Who should come in the door, minutes later, but my gorgeous wife, Trixie, carrying a bottle of champagne and a - you guessed it - a new vibrator! "I thought we should make a party of it," she announced. I was truly surprised because I expected her to be mad at us! As it turned out, the two temptresses had planned the whole occasion together, behind my back, and I was the butt of the joke. We partied in the bedroom all night and I watched Marnie getting Trixie off with her tongue, while Trixie went down on me. Then I fucked Marnie while she played with the vibrator against her clit and came pulsating all over my happy, but hard cock. Trixie loves to watch me fucking her sister and her sister loves to eat her out, so you can imagine the obvious gymnastics that transpire when Marnie comes over to visit. I was even thinking, the other day, of moving Marnie into the house, but I doubt if Trixie is that liberated or that generous... `til next time, I plan to be a very happy husband. True Love My brother and I have been lovers for the past six years. He's 22 now and I'm three years older. I'll never forget the first time I caught him masturbating. I was supposed to be at cheerleader practice, but hadn't been feeling too well, so I came home early. The stereo was on really loud and that's probably why Dave didn't hear me walk past his partially open bedroom door. His school books were sprawled all over the bed, but I could see that instead of doing his math, he was studying a magazine that he was holding very close to his eyes. The magazine was called something like Ram Rod, and there were two naked men on the cover playing with each other's cocks. I was shocked. I wasn't that clued in on my brother's sex - a homo. While one hand held the book steady, the other was toying with his own member. As stunned as I was, I couldn't take my eyes off that throbbing piece of meat between his legs. As he pulled harder and harder on his cock, I started to get more excited with each passing minute. I knew that if I didn't rush back to my room and pull my skirt up and start playing with myself, chances are I would come right in the doorway, only a few feet from my brother. Both of us were certain to be embarrassed if this were to happen. On my tippy toes, I sneaked down the hall to my own room and closed the door behind me. I literally jumped on the bed and threw my clothes off, I was so excited about what I had seen. On one hand, I was upset that my own brother could get off on such fag material, while, on the other, I pictured him sucking on a big, hard cock, and fucking some other dude up the ass. Several days went by and I tried to forget what I had seen. It wasn't till I saw Dave doing his exercises in a brief pair of swim trunks that I positively knew that I had to have him, even if it did mean committing incest. I walked over to Dave, and since it was a hot day, I offered to towel off his body. Throwing hesitation to the wind, I lubricated my finger in my mouth and slipped it up his ass. "I can't believe you're a sissy with the equipment you have here." I sort of nodded in the general direction of the bulge in his trunks. "I guess it's just that I don't have any girlfriends," he confessed, after I confronted him with the fact that I had seen him looking at the queer magazine. "Suppose I were to be your girlfriend, would you stop looking at those awful magazines?" At first, Dave didn't know how to take my offer. He just couldn't believe I was serious. He changed his mind, however, when I offered to get down on my knees in front of him and suck his cock until he came. Dave took me up on my offer. I told him to stand up so I could pull down his briefs. As I pulled them down slowly, his prick jumped out stiff as a rock. I pushed him down to the ground and slowly ran my tongue around the head of his erect penis. I licked a strait line from his winking asshole to the tip of the head. Slowly I inched my mouth down the length of his pole, savoring the taste of it. I rolled my tongue around his head as I went down further. Dave was moaning from the bottom of his soul. I wanted him inside me, NOW. I stood up and removed my mini-skirt, (I did not wear any panties, just for the occasion.) I stood over his stiff cock, and he begged me for relief. I eased down on him, feeling his head part my lips and push its way further into me until it was all the way in. It was delicious, I could feel the throbbing of his stiff piece. I removed my top so he could play with my nipples. We were moaning and groaning together as we began to peak. I was riding him up and down, faster and faster, and he was pinching and squeezing my hard breasts. My muscles began contracting and releasing as I began to come. He let go of his load of semen and I had the best orgasm of my life! I could feel the liquid run out of me as I fell down onto his strong chest. We've been lovers ever since. Some folks think we're absolutely perverted, but love is love, even if Dave happens to be so closely related. The Great Outdoors My wife is a stunning creature as far as I'm concerned. Wanda is 5'2" in her bare feet and she has shoulder length blonde hair, a near perfect set of knockers and legs that are a knockout. At the beach in the summer she has just about every guy who isn't queer gaping at her. You can actually see the bulges in their swim suits. The reason I mention the shore, is because Wanda and I are lovers of the great outdoors. The truth is, every opportunity we get we head for the mountains to get away from it all. Wanda works for a large publishing house where the pressure is always on, and I am an accountant and have to look over columns and columns of figures all day long. There is something extra special about making love on the sand or in the grass. To know that you can be caught at any moment, is a particular turnon. Several times, Wanda and I have looked up expecting to see only the sky. Instead of the heavens and the clouds we will see a strange face peering down at us. Instead of getting up we just go on doing what we were doing before we were discovered. Both Wanda and I admit to being exhibitionists and it doesn't worry us or cramp our style knowing that we aren't alone. On the beach one day, we had wandered off to what was a secluded spot. Amidst the dunes we shed our swim suits and began to hug and pet like newlyweds. Wanda tells me she particularly likes to feel the sand scrape against her ass as I fuck her in as they would go. I was applying a good deal of force as I was especially horny that day - maybe because of the heat - and felt like I could fuck all afternoon. With the heat beating down on my back I plowed my ole' lady into the sand. I even imagined the hot, white substance getting into her tight crack and making her feel uncomfortable. From the way she was thrashing about on the sand, it was obvious that the effect she was undergoing was rather a rough one. Suddenly, over my shoulder I heard a rustling. I was aware of eyes spying on us and I was about ready to stop fucking and see who it was that interrupted us. However, Wanda pulled my face down to hers and whispered in my ears for me to go on, to pay no mind to our uninvited visitor. "If he wants to watch, that's his business. Maybe he'll get off on it!" You can imagine my surprise when I let go my stream of semen and looked behind me. What we thought was a lone man was in reality three well built life guards. Two of them were real studs, while the third was a lovely young lady. Sex outdoors is terrific, especially when you're being watched. Intimate Improvisation I'm a thirty-six year old television, film, and stage director. I've noticed (and experienced) in the past five years that there has been sharp rise of, shall I say, fraternization between directors and actors, especially actresses. The myth of the casting couch has always been overstated, and in the 1960's, what with the women's movement, sexual activity between male directors and actresses was at an all-time low. Lately, however, it's been on the rise. I've had a number of sexual encounters lately which I think prove my point. I remember one incident which occurred while I was casting a stage play in Chicago. This blonde actress, about 5'9", with tits so ripe you just wanted to pare and suck them dry, came in for an audition. She read from the script, but honestly, I wasn't even listening. As she walked about the stage during the reading, her tits bounced freely, wildly, beneath her thin, cotton sweater. I could see the outline of her nipple as it enlarged and retracted underneath. Though her voice was soft, there was something unusually provocative about it. "I had her do some improvisation," I said, "pretend you're on the telephone and you're about to tell your boyfriend that he no longer pleases you, that you're in need of new excitement, a new turn on." Very slowly, as if planned, she lowered her hand to the crack in her bluejeans. Rubbing harder against her crotch, she began saying tentatively: "All I want, Roger, is for someone to make love to me with the passion I deserve." She listened silently, pretending to hear his response. She spoke again, with more certainty. "I don't feel you inside me often enough. I think maybe you don't care. There are so many times when I open my mouth at night and want you inside me, but I'm afraid to ask for fear you'll turn away." My hard-on was practically pushing its way through my pants because we both knew she was turning me on as well as doing her improvisation. Needless to say, I gave her the part. About a week into rehearsals, I asked her to stay late one night. I mentioned that she was very good at improvisation, and maybe we could do some among ourselves to see if it would be a good idea for the entire cast. We remained there for three hours. She sat right next to me, casually letting me feel the warm smoothness of her tit against my elbow. I suggested we do the same improv she did for the audition. She began by telling me the same general thing: how I don't pay enough attention to her, etc. I responded by telling her I thought she was cold. Even though it was only an improvised scene, I believe she took what I said a bit personally, as if to say, how would you know? Moving closer, she pressed her firm tit against me. Immediately, her knife-like, pointy nipples extended. As her small pricks of desire pressed into my arm, she whispered to me that many people have called her many things, but never cold. She unbuttoned her blouse, taking about twenty seconds between each button. Each opening revealed a little more of her swelled breasts. By the fourth button, my eyes began to delight in the creamy area surrounding each nipple. It was a rich, light brown color, spotted by several tiny goose bumps. Then she let her blouse fall to the floor. Huge tits, bigger and plumper than I imagined, with very long, smooth pink nipples. Standing up, she let her swaying mammaries fall over my head, then fall lower and scraped across my cheeks and mouth. I began sucking in all the tit I could. My hand instinctively reached for the crease in her jeans. Using her left hand, she helped me pop the button, and both out hands lowered the zipper. For a moment I was fixated on her thick patch of slightly moist pubic hair. We both took off the rest of our clothes. "I think you'll find," she whispered, "I'm not cold." As I lay on the floor, she bent over and furiously rimmed my cock. At the same time, I jammed my teeth into her wet pussy, invading her snatch with my tongue like a hungry animal. Suddenly, she jumped up, placed her watering, sticky pussy over my cock and humped like an urban cowboy. Fucking up and down, she began bellowing and yahooing. Her mouth began dripping with saliva, which flung over half the room. There's something about this decade that's bringing raw sex out of these actresses I encounter. Maybe they're totally liberated to do whatever they feel. That's all right by me. As I say, directing isn't what you do, but how you do it.