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The Crush

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on February 28, 2014 by Ethan

I had known Leigh since elementary school, and I had a huge crush on her for just as long. It was her eyes. They were mesmerizing. Those kind of eyes that you can get lost in forever. As we moved into our teenage years, she continued to be one of my classmates, but I was always too shy to ask her out. Finally, I got up the courage to ask her on one date, but I was not smooth enough to make any moves.

We went to different colleges. However, we saw each other occasionally. One weekend, my roommate and I went to her campus to see some old high school friends. She ended up drinking with us, but I was still too naive to do anything. I remember telling my buddy in a drunken stupor that I was going to fuck her. That was just the whiskey talking. I was not going to do anything. That was before my experience with Kim.

The years passed. Leigh got married. I started the sexual adventures that have been chronicled in this blog. Honestly, I never thought about Leigh. Then, I heard that she was divorced and had moved back to town. Still, no effort was made to contact her. She was a crush from the past, and I had moved on. That changed when I met some friends for drinks and discovered that she had been invited, too.

Leigh was starting over and wanted to get out on the town. I talked about some of the fun things that I knew about and how I would be happy to take her out one night. She thought that would be great but wanted me to understand that it was not a date. We were just two old friends having a good time.

That was fine with me. I was not going to push it. We were not kids anymore, and I was not lusting after her.

We hit the usual spots, and Leigh had a good time. We talked about the old days, and I showed her how to get back into the circuit. The night lasted longer than we realized, and, eventually, it was time to go home. We walked to my car and got in. As I put the key in the ignition, things took a turn for the better.

Leigh leaned in, kissed me, and said that she had been wanting to do that all night. That was awesome, but her next move was surprising. She undid my pants and pulled out my cock. Before I knew it, she had it all in her mouth. My eyes went into the back of my head as Leigh gave one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.Car Job

It was cool outside and hot inside, which made the windows fog up. That was a good thing because people were walking by the car the entire time. As she took all of my cock into her mouth, I tried to fondle Leigh’s pussy or at least get my hands to her breasts. That did not work. I could only grip the steering wheel. She sucked, and I gripped. Finally, I could not take anymore and came deep into her throat.

“Do you think you can get that back up by the time we get to my house?”

“Absolutely.”

I drove to Leigh’s house with visions of fucking in my head. When we arrived, I was not disappointed. As soon as we walked into the door, I had her clothes off. She still had a good body, but her breasts were outstanding. They were huge and her nipples were hard. Dark and round. They were sticking out farther than any I had ever seen. They were just waiting to be bitten and sucked.

We made it to her bed, and I did everything to Leigh that my adolescent mind has fantasized about. We used every position in the book. We were all over the bed as I pounded her from behind. I was smothered by her breasts as she got on top. However, the best part was when I got her into the missionary position. Usually, I like something more exotic. This time was different.

In the missionary position, I could stare into her mesmerizing eyes. In the missionary position, I could watch her breasts move up and down with my thrusts. I could look at them as they fell slightly to her side. In the missionary position, I could hook my arms under her legs to go deeper. I could change speeds. I could watch her mouth as she said that she had not been fucked like that in years. In the missionary position, I could watch her cum. In the missionary position, I could drive deep within her and pour my cum inside of her.

I could all of that just like I had imagined all those years before.

I got up the next morning and kiss Leigh goodbye. We never went out again, and we never had sex again. I knew what it was. I was someone comfortable and familiar. I was someone she considered safe that could help her make the transition from marriage to single life. I was her bridge.

As I drove home, I called my old college roommate. I remembered that old drunken declaration and had to tell him that I finally did it.

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The Deluge

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , , on February 24, 2014 by Ethan

The weather report was horrible. Storms were descending upon the city, but there was no way I was going to miss the concert. Crystal had other ideas. She was worried about the wind and the rain. She was also worried about flooding. At the last minute, she said that she was not going to go. I was not mad, but I was not going to the concert alone.

I called a few friends, but none were available. Then, I remembered Laynie, a young woman at work who had mentioned how much she would like to go to the concert. She was a sight to behold. Red hair. Green eyes. She was barely old enough to drink but thought she knew the ways of the world. I called and asked her to the concert. Her excitement could be felt through the phone.

When I picked Laynie up, I could not believe it. High heels. Low cut shirt. Tight jeans. Her ass was the right size. Plenty to hold on to. Once we were in the car, she made her intentions clear. She was only going because she was dying to see this performer. It was not a date, and I should not expect anything to happen. I agreed but had no intentions of letting it go that easily.

It rained a little on the way, but it had stopped by the time we parked. Some of her friends had rented a hotel room and wanted us to stop by for drinks. The entire room had been turned into a giant bar. They had everything anyone could want. In fact, they were loaded when we arrived and immediately offered up shots. Laynie would only take a shot if I did. I do not usually do shots but knew that she needed to be loosened up.

She had a few more drinks while I pretended to have a few. Then, we headed to dinner in the private club of the arena. It was perfect. It was quiet, and we were away from the crowd. I could start working on her refusal to end the night in an embrace. I ordered a bottle of wine and began to soften her stance.

I asked if she had a boyfriend. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Slowly, the conversation got more personal. She asked about my sexual adventures. I told her a few things but did not want to spook her. I asked about hers. She told a few stories that I thought might be true. Others I was not as sure about. In short, I got her into a sexual frame of mind.

After getting more drinks, we made it to the seats. The performer entered the arena and started the show. This is where things get a little fuzzy. Perhaps, I had one too many drinks, as well. I know that I placed my hand on her knee. Then, I started rubbing her thigh. Eventually, I made my way to the crotch of her jeans. Laynie did not stop me, and I could tell why. She was totally soaked.

I leaned in to kiss her, and Laynie opened her lips slightly to take in my tongue. This continued throughout the concert. We were not listening to the music, and we were not listening to the performer as he continuously reported the weather outside. It was getting rough. He was warning people in the crowd that they should leave if they felt it necessary. No one left.

As the show ended, I could not get Laynie home fast enough. My cock was hard, and I did not want her out of the mood. We walked to the car through the rain. People on the street were talking about the storm, and I could tell that it had been worse than it was then.

As I drove her home, Laynie was squirming. It was not the downpour that we were driving through.Rain

I knew what she wanted, but she could not convince herself. She kept saying that the night was fun, but we had gone too far. Nothing else was going to happen. We would see about that.

I pulled into the driveway and got out to open her door. The rain had stopped for a while. I walked her to her backdoor.

“You are not coming in.”

“I know. I am walking you to the door because it is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

As she reached to unlock the door, I turned her around and kissed her goodnight. I pulled her close to me so she could feel the bulge in my pants. Laynie moaned as I darted my tongue into her mouth and moved my hands to her breasts. Being young, her skin was smooth and her breasts were perky. Her nipples were erect as my hands kneaded them. I knew she was going to give in.

I was never going to get into her house, but I did not have to. I pressed Laynie against the car and unfastened her jeans. Soon, her jeans were around her ankles. Her white thong covered just enough for her not to be nude. She fumbled with my jeans until I helped her get my cock out. That is when she slid down the car until she was kneeling in front of me. She took my cock into her mouth as much as she could, but I could tell that she wasn’t that experienced.

I pulled her up and pulled her panties down. Now, it was my turn to kneel as I pulled Laynie’s jeans and panties away. Then, I turned her around. She had told me at dinner that she had always wanted her boyfriend to lick her asshole, but he would not do it. I had no such reservations. I spread her cheeks and gave her hole and ran my tongue across it. Layne gave out a  squeal and a whimper.

Then, I stood up. I bent Laynie over the car and entered her from behind. That was something else her boyfriend would not do. Obviously, he was not experienced, either. How could a guy have an ass like that at his disposal and not want to fuck his girlfriend from behind?

I eased into her, but I did not have to. Her pussy was dripping wet. It was running down her thighs and finding its way onto my balls. I stroked her slowly as she laid her head on the car. I was determined to make her cum. It took some time, but she finally exploded. Then, it was my turn. I pulled out a came all over her ass.

When we were finished, Laynie was shocked. She had never envisioned having sex with someone old enough to be her father. She had never had sex outside. She had never had an orgasm like that. In fact, she was convinced that it was the first time it had ever happened. What she thought were orgasms really were not.

We cleaned up with a towel that I kept in the car. I kissed her goodnight and drove away. As I did, the rain began to pour like I had never seen. It rained all night, and the city suffered a flood. However, no matter how much it rained it never got as wet as Laynie’s pussy.

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The Shift

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on October 8, 2012 by Ethan

Crystal, who I had the pleasure of taking on the burial mound, was my longest lasting and most obedient submissive. She did not have a perfect body, but she was beautiful in my eyes because she gave herself over completely. Crystal would do anything that my imagination could conjure.

In fact, she harbored darker fantasies that even I had. Once, I made her describe her deepest and darkest secret. The one that she dared tell no one else. Crystal said that she had the most intense orgasms when she fantasized about being tied up and being fucked to death.

Many of the tales that will appear on this blog involve my adventures with Crystal, and this is one of my favorites.

We went to the city for dinner and a concert, and I had told Crystal exactly what I wanted her to wear. There had to be the high heels that were almost impossible to walk in. There also had to be the short skirt. However, I absolutely required that she not wear any panties because I didn’t want anything to get in the way if I suddenly decided that she should masturbate at the dinner table or at the concert.

We had a nice dinner, and the show was awesome. At least, it was awesome until I ran my hand between Crystal’s thighs and found that she had not followed orders. I didn’t say anything at the concert, but Crystal knew that there would be ramifications. When the show was over, we walked to the car and got in.

“Take off those panties.”

“Yes, sir.”

Crystal slipped them off and handed them to me. I immediately rolled down the window and threw them into the parking lot.

“Those were my favorite ones.”

“Then, you shouldn’t have worn them.”

I pulled onto the street and eventually made my way to the interstate. That’s when the conversation continued.

“Take off your clothes.”

Crystal sighed and did as I asked. She knew that sighing always made me mad and also knew that it would lead to more punishment. It was an attempt to test my limits, and I knew it. When she was completely nude, Crystal spread her legs and began to finger herself.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”

“That’s what you were going to say. I know what your plan is. You are going to turn on the inside light and make me masturbate while the truckers watch.”

I knew that’s what she wanted, so that was never my intent.

“Nope. Open the console and look inside.”

She opened it and had a surprised look on her face.

“You brought the clit clamp?”

The clit clamp was our favorite toy. It was a small clamp with beads hanging from it. It would be placed on the clit and prevent blood from flowing to it. I loved putting it at the maximum level while I fucked her. It caused a great deal of pain, but when I released it blood would flow and her orgasms would be explosive.

“I told you not to wear the panties. Now, put the clamp on your clit.”

She did as I said and moaned as she tightened it.

“It’s not tight enough. Push it down all the way.”

Crystal did as I said.

“You are going to wear it until we pull into the garage. You will not touch your pussy until we pull into the garage. Now, lay your seat back and put your hands over your head.”

She rode home just like that. Crystal would squirm from the discomfort. Sometimes she would squeeze her legs together in an attempt to rub herself in some way. When she did, I would make her spread her legs as wide as possible.

After a 45 minute drive, we made it to my garage.

“You can take off the clamp, but only if you do what I say.”

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“Let’s just say that you will be satisfied.”

“Yes, sir. What do I have to do?

“I am going to take my clothes off and get in the backseat. When I am ready. You will straddle the console and impale yourself on the gear shift.”

Crystal gasped and looked at it.

“It’s too big. I can’t do that.”

“You can, and you will. I know how wet your pussy gets with the clamp. You are going to face me and fuck yourself with the gear shift while I jack off.”

She kept protesting, but I knew she wanted to do it because she had mentioned it as a fantasy. Crystal positioned herself over the stick and slid down slowly. She grimaced at first but moaned with pleasure once it was in.

“Good. Now, slide up and down and fuck my car.”

She starting moving up and down. Slow at first. Then, she was moving faster. She was going all the way down and taking it all in.

“When you are ready, you can remove the clamp and rub your clit.”

She pulled it off immediately and screamed as the blood rushed in. I could almost see it swell with her lips spread so far apart. As the blood flowed, her fingers worked her clit furiously. Crystal was riding the shifter faster.

I was going crazy in the backseat as I stroked my cock. It was harder than I could ever imagine. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This girl was fucking my gear shift. My hand moved faster and faster until I came all over myself. It shot out so far that it hit me in the face.

When Crystal saw this, she came like crazy. Everything was flowing out. Her fingers were wet. The console was wet. Everything was wet.

When it was over, she carefully lifted herself from that stick and it slid out. The thing was white and glistening from her cum. She collapsed into the passenger seat and gently rubbed her pussy.

“God, it is so sore. I can’t believe that entire thing was inside of me.”

“You were a good girl and did a good job.”

“Yes, sir. Do you still want to fuck me now that my pussy is all stretched out?”

“Absolutely. I want to fuck you even more. You never know. I may find some bigger things to use on you.”

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