http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com Adult blog related to horny legal teens with pink pussies and wet clits. Girls who are into fetish and perverted nude teens are also here. Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:32:02 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.2 en http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-sex-slave-auction http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-sex-slave-auction#comments Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:32:02 +0000 Administrator Group Sex & Orgies teens teen xxx bdsm teen xxx handjob teen xxx group teen xxx http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-sex-slave-auction Kelly finished her computer work, put on her coat, and headed for the door. "At last", she said to herself, "home to relax and unwind". What she meant was home to play with herself. She reached her apartment, and proceeded to enter it. As she walked in, she noticed all the lights were out. As she fumbled around in the dark, she felt a strong hand grab her from behind and cover her mouth. After a few moments of struggling, she passed out. The next time she woke up, she found herself chained by her neck to a wall. Both of her ankles were tied together, and she had a ball gag in her mouth. Looking around the room, she could only wonder in silence what had happened to her. She soon would know as two men entered the room. "The dealer was right" she heard one of the men say while the other came over to her and fondled her tits. Kelly tried to pull away, and was smacked across her mouth for her trouble. "Stupid bitch" is what she heard from a familiar voice. "You always did want things when you wanted them, now, you are going somewhere and will do anything and everything you are told!". Standing in front of her was her boss and lover Martin. She tried to get close to him, but he just pushed her away and smacked her face. He then pulled her by her hair across the room to the feet of the two men. "Have her cleaned up and ready for auction tonight!" she heard him say. Martin looked down at her and smiled. "I am going to sell you pretty young body bitch". "Hopefully, someone will buy you for your pussy, otherwise, you will be working like a common slave". He laughed as tears rolled down Kelly's face. Kelly found herself being stripped and washed by two other women who were playing with her as they prepared her. Each time she resisted one of their actions, she was whipped across her ass. She finally just stood there and let them work on her. She was now dressed in a black bra with small black panties. Around her waist was a gold chain with her name engraved on it. She was also wearing her familiar black stockings. Her ankles and wrists were chained together, and she was wearing four inch spiked heels. Her hair was teased up high, and she was very made up. Martin came into the room and eyed her. He walked over to her, and placed a collar and leash around her neck. "Now we will see what you are worth". He lead her out of the room and down the hall to a room where several men & women were waiting. She saw other young girls like herself there, many of them already bought. She saw two girls that could not have been older than twenty chained together. It appeared they were bought by an older man who wanted young pussy. All of the girls were dressed like herself. Slowly each girl was brought around the room by their leashes, and were grabbed and pawed by the potential buyers. Most were men, some were women, and it looked like they were from all over the world. Kelly tried to resist the buyers advances, and was hit each time she tried. She just closed her eyes and hoped it was a dream. Her hopes were shattered with the words, ]]> http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-sex-slave-auction/feed/ http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-hardcore-weekend http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-hardcore-weekend#comments Tue, 09 Sep 2008 15:01:01 +0000 Administrator teens teen xxx movies teen xxx blowjob teen xxx asian teen xxx big cocks teen xxx http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-hardcore-weekend She had on a pair of short blue jean cut offs that had slits cut almost all the way up the side. These things barely covered her sweet ass. She had on a string bikini top that just covered her nipples and made her tits look bigger than I remembered from last week plus she was bare foot. Best of all she had her nice long hair down. As soon as the door was shut, we locked in a embrace and a long hot kiss. Our tongues probed each other and the heat was intense. She started to rub my crotch and I instantly got a hard-on. I broke our kiss and began to kiss her neck working my way down between her mounds of beauty. I had my hands on her ass giving her butt a gentle squeeze. My cock was hard as a rock now and I knew things were going to get wild. We broke our bear hug and I told her I was glad to see her again. She looked down at me and said,"I can tell." I asked if she had the stuff for her car. I wanted to get the light work out of the way so I could leave more time to play. I got the stuff and went outside. She said she would fix the dinner for me that I never had the other day. Sounded like a plan and I left for the outside. I quickly finished the job and headed back inside. I was ringing wet with sweat because it was so hot out. I stopped by my car and got my overnight bag that I brought with me. When I came in I heard some activity in the kitchen. I asked how dinner was coming and she told me that by the time I took a quick shower it would be ready. As I walked to the bathroom I thought it was a little strange that she had on a short bath robe and her hair was up. Then I thought she must have taken a shower while I was out and thought nothing more of it. I quickly finished my shower and was ready to find out what the night was to bring. As I was drying off I heard her say come and get it. I was ready for that.I stuck my head out of the bathroom as I finished drying off and she said come on. I told her I needed to put something on real quick and she said come as you are. I came into the other room with nothing but a towel and sat down at the table. She still had her robe on. The lights were down low and the room was dimly lit with candle light. She went over and put on some dance music. She started to dance around the table in a very sexy way. First she came up behind me and reached over my shoulders and rubbed my chest. Then she danced some more. While she danced she loosened her robe but didn't open it up yet. Then she let it hang free as she had her back to me. When she turned around she opened it up and showed me what she had on under it. It was a bright orange g-string bikini that stood out boldly against her tan. She let her robe fall to the floor and continued her sexy dance. She came over in front of me and put one foot up on the table. That wide stance of hers gave me a great beaver shot. Her legs were long and smooth. She leaned forward and shook those beautiful breasts of hers in my face. She reached up and undid her hair and it cascaded down in front of me. She then danced around me tickling me with that long hair of hers. When she turned her back to me and shook her ass in my face I reached up and untied her top. She reached up and cupped her breasts and danced away from me. Then she took her hands down and with them removed her top. As the music finished she turned around with nothing on but her g-string. She then sat down across from me. Her hair covered her breasts but I could see her hard nipples sticking through her hair. My cock was so stiff it pulsated with every beat of my heart. It glistened with the clear fluid that came from it in anticipation of what was to come. I could barely eat. The site of my nearly naked dinner partner made it hard to think of food. After we finished a quick dinner she said she wanted desert. "Some pie would be nice," she said. "Banana," I replied. "Yes," and with that she got up and walked over to me. I slid my chair back from the table and spread my legs. She got down on her knees in front of me a put my cock in her mouth. That warm wet mouth of hers felt like pure heaven. She sucked on my cock slowly. Licking it up and down and fondling my balls so carefully. Her long hair tickled my balls and belly. She took my dick out of her mouth and started to stroke it. She then started to lick my balls and first put one in her mouth then the other. By now I was on the edge. I was about to blow a wade big enough to fill a bucket. She put the head of my dick in her mouth and continued to stroke it with one hand and played with my balls with the other. My head was back and my eyes were closed. I could feel the force building up within me. As I was about to come I opened my eyes and leaned forward. I reached down and pulled her hair back from around her face so I could see her taking my cock in. Then I exploded. She wrapped her mouth around my dick and took it all in. I came with such force that I thrust my butt up off the chair. She sucked and swallowed,sucked and swallowed until she had milked me dry. She licked that dick of mine clean. I could hardly breath. She licked her lips like a cat that just finished a saucer of milk. I asked how she liked that banana. She said it was nice and creamy and it stood up well under pressure. Now it was my turn. I reached under her arms and brought her to her feet. Then we changed places. Her g-string was soaked. I first started by tickling her toes. Then I gently stroked her soft legs and gently scratched the inside of her thighs with my finger nails. I worked my way up that soft and supple body of hers slowly and lightly caressing it. When I reached her breasts I blew on her nipples and they became hard. Then I put them between my thumb and index finger and oh so gently rolled them back and forth. She was squirming in the chair now and her moans of pasion were low and steady. I then sucked on one nipple then the other. Back and forth in a relentless fashion. I reached up and cupped her breasts together and licked up and down the slit between them. Her ass was squirming about on the chair and her g-string looked like somebody had put water on it. I new it was time to release some of the tension inside this lady. I slide down between her legs and massaged her pussy through the wet material with my nose. I was taking in what fine aroma with every stroke. I reached up and pulled that little thing to one side and started to stroke that sweet slit of hers with all my delight. Her moans were quickening and she couldn't sit still. I licked in a steady slow rhythm that was driving her wild. Faster and faster my tongue went. Her head tossed about wildly. My tongue darted in and out of her pussy. I spread her legs even wider so I could bury my head deeper into her pussy. I reached up and parted her pussy lips. I licked the inside of that beautiful snatch. First one side then the other. Finally her legs came shut around my head and she put her hands on the back of my head. I could hardly breath. My head bobbed up and down. My tongue was licking with all its might. Her breathing was fast and hard. All of a sudden her legs clamped down around me and she pushed my head harder into her pussy and came with such force I couldn't believe it. Every muscle was tight and she heaved about wildly. It seemed to last for a long time. She finally released the death grip she had on me so I could catch my breath. I continued to stroke and lick her thighs. Boy she has a nice pair of legs. Then I stood up and we kissed long and deep. You could still taste the passion on our lips. She asked how I liked my pie. "I told her the crust was flaky and smooth, and the filling was sweet and juicy. Just how I like it." We then got up and cleared the table. It felt so sexy with the two of us walking about with nothing on. After we cleared the table we went into the living room and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on so I suggested I get a movie I brought. I had brought a real hot porn flick with me to fill the dead space. I put the movie on and when I turned around she was on the floor totally nude. She was on her stomach with her legs apart. The movie started and she watched it like she was taking notes. I came around behind her and got on my knees between her legs. I started to massage her legs and ass. From time to time I would brush my fingers across her still wet pussy. The action on the movie was getting hotter and hotter. So was I. My cock was getting hard again as I continued my massage. I leaned forward to give her a kiss and when I did my cock went between the cheeks of her ass. I continued to kiss her and stroked my dick between those soft buns. The guy on the movie was screwing the chick from behind now so I thought that wasn't a bad idea. I reached down and put my hands on her waist and pulled her ass up into the air. Then I guided my dick into that lovely wet tunnel of hers and started to stroke. We both watched the movie as I pumped away in a slow steady motion. Our moans were blending in with those of the movie. As the couple on the movie started to pump faster and faster so did we. I reached up and fondled her tits and pounded deeper and deeper. I was getting close now so I reared back and grabbed her by the hips. I drove my dick home hard and deep. She was coming again and the tight grip her pussy had on me was too much. I came deep and hard inside her. We fell to the floor and watched as the guy in the movie blew his load all over the back of the gal. She looked at me and said what else do you have in mind. "I'm not sure yet. I suggested we stop the movie and save the rest for latter. It was getting late so we moved into the bedroom. We took the VCR in with us and hooked it up to the TV. We got cleaned up and ready for bed. She put on a sexy red teddy that made me want to jump her bone again. She turned back on the movie and watched it as we played with each other. I always liked that movie. We finally fell asleep. The next morning I thought I was dreaming until I opened my eyes. There was my sex kitten sucking wildly on my dick trying to wake me up. No doubt she had my dick awake. The site of her in that red teddy and that long hair with her sweet mouth wrapped around my dick was just the way I like to get up in the morning. I was able to lean forward enough to pull off her top. I love to look at those breasts of hers. Then I managed to turn her around so I had that beautiful ass of hers at my face. I took the bottoms off and exposed that sweet pussy of hers. She didn't miss a stroke as she sucked on my cock. I buried my face in that lovely pussy of hers and started to lick with all my might. Her expert cock sucking was getting to be to much for me and I blew my first load of the day deep and hard down her throat. She sucked on it until it was just a limp noodle. I continued my assault on her lovely snatch. Licking with a feverish pitch. She was a straddle of me upright now. Her hair and tits bounced free in the air. As I tongued that pussy of hers I could see her playing with her tits. She was tossing about wildly now and I knew she was getting close. She came with a wild reaction and fell on the bed beside me. Now that is the best part of waking up. We both fell back to sleep. A few hours latter we got up and paraded around the apartment in our birthday suits while we ate breakfast. We decided to hang around the pool all day and just do nothing. It was a bright sunny day just perfect for doing nothing. I had to leave for awhile but guaranteed her I would be back that afternoon ready for what ever the day and night brought. I got back to her place about mid afternoon. She was down by the pool. She had on a very sexy bikini that showed off her body real well. I sat down in the lounge beside her and she asked if I wanted her to put some lotion on me. I said sure. I laid down on my stomach which turned out to be a good idea. I had on a pair of speedos so I know if I got excited it would easily show. Well I was right I got excited by her soft hands rubbing in the suntan lotion. She just laughed. Lucky for me by this time in the afternoon most everybody had left the pool. There was just one other couple and some gal reading a book. When it looked like no one was looking I made a dash for the water. The cold water reduced the size of things for me. Then my flat tire lady got in the water with me. We swam around and chased each other for a while. We finally stopped on the side of the pool away from everybody. The gal reading the book had left and just the other couple was around now. They were busy playing there own games. My lady came over to me and we stood there in about 5 feet of water. We talked and hugged for a while. Then I felt her hand on my crotch. She started rubbing my cock through my suit and the results were instant. I stood there and tried to look natural but it was getting very difficult. I warned her that somebody else might come and that they would see us. With that she stuck her hand under my suit and pulled them down to just below my balls and started to stroke my cock even harder. I was getting real close so I broke loose and swam for the deep end. She followed and I could feel her tugging at my suit. I thought I was going to loose it. I managed to get away and get my suit back up. As we caught our breath we noticed the last couple leaving. They were in a tight lip lock with there hands all over each other. No doubt what they were off to do. We got out of the pool and went over to the jacuzzi. The warm water and bubbles felt relaxing. The water covered us up to our shoulders and tickled every part of my body. Then I felt those hands of hers go for my cock again. She pulled my suit down to about my knees and started to rub my cock with slow steady strokes. I was hard as a rock. I thought why not so I reached over and pulled down her bottoms and rubbed her pussy. The bubbling water around my dick felt great. I pulled her bottoms the rest of the way off and set her down on my waiting cock. The danger of getting caught made things just that more exciting. Plus the water made the fit that much tighter. The warm water shooting around my ass and balls had me in a hot rage. I had my hands on her ass and was pumping like no tomorrow. It didn't take long and I filled my lady up with my love cream. I know somebody had to have heard us. We put our suits back on and went up to her apartment. When we got inside I drew up a bubble bath for my lady and cleaned her up real good then I jumped in with her. We spent the rest of the night running around the apartment nude fondling each other and fucking and sucking when we could. Needless to say I slept good that night. ]]> http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-hardcore-weekend/feed/ http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-domination-and-submission http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-domination-and-submission#comments Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:24:20 +0000 Administrator Group Sex & Orgies bdsm teen xxx uniform fetish teen xxx asian teen xxx Sweet Cherrys http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-domination-and-submission From behind the wooden door I could hear the rhythmic thumping of feet on a staircase. Through the opaque glass of the door I could see a female shape moving towards me. A sudden guilty image of my girlfriend passed through my mind. I loved my girlfriend but she was not interested in anything other than the normal, pedestrian sex that we're familiar with. The lock on the door retracted with a metallic scrape and a smile greeted my frightened and wet visage. "Hello" she grinned "You must be Jon". I returned her smile nervously. "Yes" I answered pathetically. She was definitely attractive. She was not classicly good looking but well formed and pretty. I felt a warm surge of shame as I thought how I must appear. My long hair was wet and straggly and the cold weather would not have flattered my proud nose, either! Kelly did not seem to notice and she ushered me inside. She led me by my hand up to her bedroom and sat me down on the bed. I just sat there at first, watching her as I began to relax. She retrieved a towel from the bathroom and started to rub my hair dry. I could smell her scent as she stood over me. "You're a bit nervous aren't you" she said softly. "Yes," I swallowed. Her left breast brushed against my cheek as she dried my hair, "I'm sorry, Kelly. You know I haven't done this before". "Don't worry" she answered "I like you". My arousal at her and the promise of what was to come was rapidly overcoming my diminishing nerves. As she finished off my hair, I swept a glance across her bedside table. There was a tube of lubricant, a silk headscarf, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. Tentatively, I raised a hand and stroked her back. Kelly stopped rubbing my hair and dropped the towel to the floor. She rested her hands on my shoul- ders and looked at me with her warm, brown eyes. I felt the chemistry race in my pulse as we leant forward to kiss oh so softly. I felt her soft lips embrace mine with delicious feminine warmth. Suddenly, she squeezed me hard in her arms. I returned the embrace, nibbling and licking her ear as she fell forward to land on top of me on the bed. Her hands ran down my chest and stopped above my belt where she grasped a handful of my teeshirt and pulled it out from my jeans. I glided my hands down over her soft buttocks to the edge of her knee length skirt and hoisted up the hem as I retraced my downward stroke back up her silken thighs. She filled my mouth with her writhing tongue and I felt my erect penis pressing painfully hard against the zip of my fly. I grasped her wrists and pulled her hands out from under my teeshirt. I grabbed the handcuffs and slapped them round her wrists but not too tight as to hurt her. I stood up and placed her manacled arms over my head so her hands were chained behind me. I made her stand there, locked into a steel embrace as I teased her erect nipples with my fingertips. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as the pleasurable sensation trembled up her spine. I unzipped my fly and let my jeans fall around me knees. "Suck me!" I rasped. She compliantly knelt down, arms now around my ass. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue touched the hot, round head of my circumsized cock. I inhaled sharply at the sweet tingle her kiss gave me. Kelly leant forward and took half my now throbbing cock in her mouth. Oh God, her warm, moist mouth felt so good! She sucked on my phallus, hard enough to make me tense. I could feel my climax rising and I didn't want it to be over so quickly. I wanted her so badly I ached. I gently withdrew my wet penis from it's oral sanctuary and lifted her to her feet. I pulled her arms back from behind me and slid off her skirt as I stepped out of my jeans (she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt). I guided her over to the bed and lay her down on her front. I undid the handcuffs and took them off her. Little red tramlines ran around her wrists. I picked up the silk scarf and tied one round her right wrist, threaded it through the banisters of her wooden headboard and tied the other end to her left wrist. Then, as she lay there breathing into her pillow, I put the blindfold on her and I pulled it down over her eyes. I reached up under her rumpled blouse and ran my fingers down her back to her ass, where I stroked around the circumference of her buttocks. Then I reached down and glided my hand up her thighs. In anticipation, she parted her legs for me. "No!" I scolded, rewarding her impatience with a moderate slap across her butt. "Not until I say!" Kelly whimpered as I traced a teasing knife-edge around her wet sex with my fingertip. Then I grabbed her behind the knees and pushed her legs up and out, so she was in the squatting position but still lying down. The sight of her little pink anus and inviting pussy was too much. I had to reward her for such perfection. I buried my face amidst her splayed upper thighs and, very slowly, ran my tongue from her clitoris up though the entrance to her vagina and around her anus. The tip of my tongue skirted the edge of her butt-hole and I retraced my moist path, this time licking her more firmly. I paused over her clitty and massaged it with all the gentleness I could, to make her squirm. And squirm she did, pushing back against my face. As soon as she did so I pulled away. "No!" I scolded again, slapping her inner thigh. "You will take only that which I freely give!" I smiled inwardly. I was seriously enjoying this and dominating this fine woman was turning me on like I couldn't *believe!* "Beg forgiveness" I commanded, reaching for the tube of lubricant. At the sound of movement on the table, she craned her neck round to see what I was doing but she could see nothing through the blindfold. "I said beg forgiveness" I repeated, feigning anger "Or I shall gag you!" "Forgive me!" she gasped. I opened the tube-o-lube and squirted a little onto my finger. "Good" I praised "you shall be rewarded!" I kissed her on the buttocks and ran my tongue down between the cleft of her cheeks to her asshole. There, I licked her anus, thoroughly enjoying the groans of pleasure she made. Next, I smeared the lubricant around her moist anus and, with saintly gentleness, guided my greased finger into her rectum. Kelly gasped and ground he ass out and onto my finger. Inwardly I winced as I knew how fragile the rectal tissues were and, dominance aside, I didn't want to inflict any real damage to this lovely nymph. I didn't scold her for that! My fixation with women's anuses had me so turned on that I felt I could orgasm on command! With my index finger nestled snugly in her ass I moved up and sank my engorged cock into her soaking vaginal orifice. I was beyond the point of no return and I thrust into her as I slowly frigged her anus with my finger. She, in her ecstasy, was straining against her bonds. Her resistance was driving me wild! I came with unashamed vigor as I pumped my load into her and, to help her reach climax, I lay on top of her, reaching around with my free hand to masturbate her clitoris. The combination of clitoral and anal stimulation was too much and she orgasmed, the contraction of her vagina around my cock nearly bringing me off a second time! ]]> http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-domination-and-submission/feed/ http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/sexy-maid-in-control http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/sexy-maid-in-control#comments Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:54:46 +0000 Administrator asian teen xxx interracial teen xxx Pom Pom Porno Teen Factory Teens For Cash http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/sexy-maid-in-control "Where's Pat?" he asked. "She's sick today, sir. I'm her niece, Lois. She asked me to fill in for her. I hope you don't mind?" "No, I don't mind. I have to stay here while you work though, please try not to disturb me." he said. He was thinking that he would really like was to fuck her instead of working. It was a good thing he was behind the desk. His cock was hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants. "I won't bother you sir" she said as she started to clean the room. There was a large wall to wall book case directly in front of his desk. With a smile, he said "there is a lot of dust on the bookcase. Please make sure you clean all of the books. You can use the ladder to reach the top." He knew she would have stretch to reach the top shelf. He started to look forward to seeing her ass as she stretched out while cleaning. Her dress was too short to cover her while she was up there. She moved to the bookcase. As she walked, he noticed how slim her legs were. It looked like she used them a lot. "You have very nice legs. Do you run?" "No, sir, I lift weights for exercise. I do a couple of different things for my legs. My favorite type of exercise is squatting with weights on my shoulders. This helps me keep my legs in shape. I'm glad you think they're nice." She knew how great her legs looked. She also thought of how good squatting was for her. Especially if there was a hot cock for her to squat down on. Should she tell him that? No, she thought. He was not paying her to tell him what she liked. He was paying her and he wanted her to clean the bookcase, not fuck him. She started cleaning the middle shelves first. He was not working now. His hand was under the desk, rubbing his cock as he watched her. He wondered what she was wearing under her dress. He thought of the stories he had read of French Maids as he was growing up. Was she wearing panties? Did she have a garter belt on? She was wearing white stockings. He hoped they were not panty hose. He imagined they would be stockings, attached to a garter. He hoped for thin white silk panties, thin enough that he would be able to see the outline of her pussy. Looking up, he noticed that she was cleaning some of the higher shelves now. As she reached up, her dress moved up exposing her ass. She was wearing a garter belt. Underneath it was a pair of panties that left most of her ass uncovered. The site of her almost made his cum as he let out a slow moan. He quickly coughed and moved some papers on his desk to cover his sounds. He wondered if she heard him. Since she kept on working, he didn't think so. She knew what she was doing. She had dressed to capture his attention. She was sure she had heard him moan just now. What man wouldn't if he was looking at her ass. Each time she lifted her arms, she felt the cheeks of her ass being exposed. The panties she had on barely covered her. They disappeared between the crack of her ass and did not reappear again until they came to her pussy. Right now they were very wet in front. She knew he was hard. His hand had been under the desk ever since she entered the room. There was a mirror in the corner. He did not know that she could see him in it. She had seen him looking at her as she lifted her arms. She saw him shift in his seat. She imagined how hard his cock had gotten while looking at her. She had to find a way to get him up from the desk. She wanted to see the bulge in his pants. "Sir, I'm ready to clean the top shelves now. Could you hold the ladder for me? I'm afraid it might fall.". She was also afraid that he might not get up since his cock was so hard. "I'm kind of busy right now, can you wait a few minutes? I have to finish this letter." Shit, he thought, I can't let her see me this way. "Will you please go get me a cup of coffee" he asked. That would get her out of the room. "I should be done by the time you get back." Damn, she thought as she left the room. She was getting very horny thinking of him. While she was waiting for the water to boil, she lifted her dress and slid her hand down inside her panties. She was very wet. The feeling of the wet silk cooling on the top of her hand and the heat from her wet pussy felt very good. She slid a finger down across her clit and buried it in her cunt. She leaned back against the wall and lifted her leg to a chair to allow her finger to slide deeper into her. She closed her eyes and imagined him fucking her as her finger slid in and out of her hot cunt. She was almost ready to cum when the coffee pot began to whistle, forcing her to stop. If she did not turn it off, someone else might come in and find her like this. She wouldn't mind if it was him, but she didn't know who else was in the house. Thank god she left the room, he thought as he got up. He had to undo his pants to move his cock around. Looking at her had made him so hard that his cock had become jammed in the folds of his pants. He walked around the room, breathing slowly, trying to will his cock to get soft. Just as it started to get a little softer, she came back into the room. "Here is your coffee, sir. There is sugar and cream on the tray." She thought of what type of cream she would like right now. "Is there anything else I can get for you?". "No he said, nervously picking up the coffee. You can go on cleaning." Looking at the bulge of his cock, she knew exactly what she wanted to clean. "Will you hold the ladder while I do the top shelves?" she asked. There was no way he could evade me now, she thought. "Ok" he said. "But the ladder slants out too far. I will have to stand in front of it while you are on it." Moving to the ladder, he placed himself between it and the bookcase. He held it as she started to climb. He thought she would only go up two or three steps, placing her stomach directly in front of his face. He was pleasantly surprised when she kept climbing until her pussy was directly in front of him. As she reached up, her dress rose up to expose her pussy to him. He could see that she was very wet. She was so close to his face that he could smell the sweet fragrance of her pussy. He had trouble holding the ladder steady as his cock created a tent in the crouch of his pants. He had to fuck this woman. She looked down and saw what was happening to him. "Are you all right sir?", she asked him. "Is there anything I can do for you?", she asked, knowing the answer. She moved her pussy closer to his face as she asked, "would you like to taste my pussy?". "Yes", he responded. He could think of nothing else to say. "Don't move until I tell you to" she told him. "If you do everything I say, you can fuck me. If you do not, I will leave and you will have to take care of your hardon in your own way. Is that understood?" "I will do whatever you tell me if you will let me fuck you." he said. While he stood there, looking at her pussy, she reached down and pulled her panties up, forcing them between the lips of her pussy. With her hand, she slowly stroked the piece of silk hidden within the soft folds, parting them each time her fingers moved up and down. She was so wet, the juices seemed to be dripping out of her cunt. "Take your cock out of your pants, and play with it." she told him. She warned him not to cum as he started to unzip his pant and take his cock in his hand. She looked down as him as he slowly stroked the hot shaft of meat. She watched the head as it disappeared each time his hand moved the loose skin over it. She wondered how long he could keep it up before he came. Watching him, made her wetter. Her finger found it's way behind the folds of her panties and into her pussy. She was finger fucking herself right in front of his face. She made sure her finger was covered with her cunt juice. Taking it out of her, she placed it in front of him. "Would you like to taste it?" she asked, offering her finger to him. "Please" he whispered as he opened his mouth to accept her finger. Closing his lips around it, he tasted the sweet juice from her pussy. He moved his mouth back and forth, taking her finger in and then releasing it. He timed the movements to the stroking of his cock. He was losing it, forgetting where he was. His hand was moving faster and faster on his cock, pumping it, making it bigger. He continued to suck on her finger as he jacked himself off. She was not stopping him.. She had not planned to let him cum. She was going to stop him before he lost control. But watching him was turning her on more. While he was sucking on her finger, she moved her other hand to her pussy, burying two fingers within her. She rested against the ladder, fucking herself as she watched him. She was so hot. She knew it would not take long to get herself off. Watching him would only make her cum faster. She hoped she would be able to outlast him. Looking down on him, she could see that the head of his cock was pulsing with each stroke of his hand. There were already small drops of cum clinging to the small slit. His breathing was becoming fast and erratic as his hand pumped his shaft faster and faster. "I'm CUMMING" he screamed as the white liquid squirted out of his cock, pushed by the uncontrolled contractions within his body. She wished she had been in a position to take him in her mouth as he came. She wanted to taste his cum. The site of him cumming was all she needed to drive her past the point of no return. Her finger was moving faster now, burying themselves deep in her hot cunt with each stroke. She grabbed the ladder to keep from falling just as her body was rocked by an orgasm. It took a moment for her to recover. She knew she was just starting. He had not moved from under the ladder. He stood there looking at her pussy which was dripping with her cum. He had let go of his cock, which was still semi-hard. "Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?". He responded, "No, you didn't. I came, so I thought I was done.". She screamed at him, "Your not done, until I say so. I want to see that thing hard again. Keeping stroking it until I tell you to stop. You better not cum again unless I tell you to." She was satisfied as he took his cum covered cock in his hand and slowly started to stroke it. She watched it get harder. Thinking of how it would feel inside her caused her to shiver. "Come over to this side of the ladder." she told him. "And don't you stop jacking off." As he moved, he said "if I don't stop, I'm going to cum again. I can't control myself. Please let me stop for just a few seconds." He didn't like being told what to do, but he found this woman exciting and he knew he would not stop unless she told him to. She wanted his cock in her mouth the next time he came. "You can stop moving your hand, but don't let go. I want you to keep your cock hard for me." She slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them without getting off the ladder. Then, she lifted her right leg up one rung on the ladder to create enough room for what she had in mind. "Put your head up here, in front of my pussy." The ladder was wide enough to allow him to rest against it. He was able to slide his head up between her legs, stopping with his mouth directly in front of her pussy. Her cunt was wet, glistening with her juice. Her scent overwhelmed him. If he had still been stroking his cock, he would have cum, just smelling her pussy. He was so close to cumming, he squeezed his cock hard to make sure he didn't. "Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked him. "Would you like to fuck me with your tongue, make me cum on your face?" As he said "yes", she moved her hips forward, pinning him against the ladder, placing her pussy directly over his mouth. "Fuck me." she told him. "Use your tongue to get me off." Her pussy completely covered his mouth. He could only breath through his nose. Each breath filled him with the smell of her, made it harder to control his cock. Even thought she told him not to, he wasn't sure he could keep himself from cumming. His cock was so hard, straining for release. He realized that his hand was stroking it again, involuntarily, bringing him closer to the moment when his cum would shoot from his hot shaft. She knew how close he was to cumming but really didn't care. The fact that he was trying to fight it was what was important to her. He was the type of man who thought he was always in control. She controlled him now. The mirrors in the room allowed her to see the proof of his manhood. His cock was very hard. She could see it twitching in his hands. She saw how red it had gotten when he squeezed it, trying not to cum. That he was fighting the pleasures his body craved, the pleasure her body was giving to him, was important to her. If she was right, he would cum again, soon. She knew how good her pussy smelled, how good it tasted. No man could control himself with her pussy so close to his face. She stopped thinking of him and concentrated on how her body felt as she felt his tongue parting the lips of her pussy, finding it's way inside her body. She spread her legs as far as she could to allow him deeper access to her. "Move your tongue faster, make me cum." she told him. Her command made him work faster. Her pussy was completely covering his mouth. He could only breath through his nose. This caused him to take quicker, shorter breaths as his tongue darted in and out of her pussy. His hot breath fell directly on her clit, exciting her even more. She started moving her hips slightly, not enough to release him, just enough to let his mouth slide up and down her pussy. Her movements caused his nose to slide between the soft folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit each time it did. She had to time herself, allowing him to breath. The feeling of her clit sliding under his nose was unique. It was pressed down, only to expand again into the opening of his nose. It was just like fucking him. She liked this. His tongue had not stopped moving. She was so wet that her juice was flowing out of her, directly into his mouth. She felt it each time as he stopped to swallow. Each time he did so, his lips closed, creating a suction on her pussy. She was close to cumming now. She was enjoying the feeling of his tongue inside her. It was just long enough to reach inside her pussy and touch one of the most sensitive locations in her body. He could not believe what she was doing. She was moving her body, completely covering his face. He had to time his breathing to her. He felt her clit sliding across his nose. Each time he breathed, he was completely overcome with the scent of her cunt. It was like inhaling pure sex. The juice from her cunt was flowing directly into his mouth. She tasted very good. His body, needing release was quivering, completely out of his control. His hand started stroking his cock, pumping it each time his tongue entered her pussy. The feeling started in his groin, a tingling that spread across his balls as the twitching of his cock increased. He had no control now, he was going to cum no matter what he did. He stroked himself faster, speeding up the flow of cum from his balls, causing his body to jerk violently as the white hot cum erupted from the end of his cock, arching up and away from his body. He was not conscious of what his tongue was doing while his body was in the grip of his own orgasm. He was brought back to reality as her pussy was crushed against his face and a flood of hot, sweet juice was released into his mouth. She felt the movement of his body. She knew he had lost control of his ability to keep from cumming. She watched him as his hand started moving up and down his cock. She hoped his hand felt as good for him as his tongue did within her. She knew how close he was to cumming. His hand was moving faster now, pushing the skin of his cock up over the head, burying it in it's own warmth. It would not be much longer before she would replace his hand with her own hot lips. His tongue was moving faster now, ramming itself deeper into her pussy, matching the movements of his hand. She was on the verge of cumming now. She had to fight the demands her body was making. She had to hold off until he came. When she thought she would lose to the needs of her own body, she felt him tense as a stream of cum shot from his cock. His hand kept stroking his cock, pumping the white liquid from his body. This was what she was waiting for, actually, what her body was waiting for. Her own orgasm had started from all parts of her body, building and concentrating all the feelings of pleasure at one point near her pussy. The orgasm was intense and swift as she crushed her pussy against his mouth, against his still moving tongue, releasing her cum to him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. After the orgasms stopped and her breathing had returned to normal, she lifted her pussy from his face and stepped down to the floor. "Don't move" she told him. "I have a surprise for you." She reached up and undid the buttons on his shirt, kissing his chest as she did so. She had him lean forward so she could remove the shirt. Next, she removed his pants, exposing the full length of his cock to her. Reaching into the small pockets on her dress, she removed four straps. Using these, she tied his hands and feet to the ladder. Making sure he was comfortable, she knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hands. It was soft now and covered with his cum. She gently squeezed the soft flesh between her fingers, stroking it lightly as she did. His cock started to respond to her hands, twitching in them as she felt it starting to grow for her. She placed the tip of it against her lips and slid her tongue out to meet it. Turning her head sideways, she slid her tongue along the entire length of his shaft and under his balls. By now, he was very hard. Cupping his balls, she took each one in her mouth, sucking on them very gently. This caused him to let out a very soft moan, confirming the pleasure she was giving him. She moved her mouth back up the hot shaft while she continued to play with his balls. Even though he had just cum, his cock was jumping up and down each time her lips touched it. She was sure that he was very close to cumming again. This time, she would have his cock in her mouth when the cock juice squirted from him. She would play with him as long as she could, prolonging the pleasure he was feeling. She felt how wet her pussy was as she reached down to play with herself. She only needed one hand to play with his cock. Parting her lips, she took only part of his cockhead in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and slipped it between the small slit at the end. She could taste the cum that was still in him from the previous orgasms. She thought of how good he would taste when he came in her mouth this time. She moved her lips down, over the smooth ridge at the base of his cockhead, sucking hard as she did so. Her sucking caused his cock to grow harder in her mouth. She could feel the veins pumping the make him harder for her. Her fingers were on her pussy now. She was moving them back and forth across the entire length of her pussy, starting at her clit, slipping in between the pink folds of skin leading to the hot receptive hole between her legs. She buried her fingers deep inside her cunt, wishing there was a way she could prolong the feeling of something sliding into her. When she could go no further, she started to slide them out, putting pressure against the top of the rippling walls as she did so. She continued to move her hand as her fingers came out of her pussy, tracing back up along the folds of her pussy lips until she felt the hardness of her clit. She spread her fingers slightly, allowing it to slide between them. She couldn't decide what felt better, something rubbing her clit or, sliding in and out of her pussy. She was glad she did not have to settle for one or the other. Right now, she thought, she could have both as she slid her hand forward to repeat the process again. She would continue to do this until he came. She knew from past experiences that the taste of his cum, filling her mouth, would make her cum again. She returned her attention to his cock. He was so close to cumming that he was trying to fuck her mouth. She bid down gently, causing him to stop. She was in control, she would make him cum when she was ready, not before. His cock tasted so good in her mouth. She moved her head forward slowly, taking his entire length in her mouth. She was glad she had learned how to let a cock slide down her throat without causing her to gag. She knew how great the tightness of her throat felt on his cock. She could feel the head as it throbbed in the back of her mouth. Opening her mouth further, she extended her tongue and licked down between his balls. As she started to let him slide out of her mouth, she used her lips to grasp the loose skin that surrounded him, pulling it up over the head on his cock as he slid out of her mouth. She did not let the entire length of his cock slide past her lips. She stopped moving just as she felt the thickness of it's head start to slide between her lips. When she felt this, she released the hold her lips had on his cock skin. She felt this slide out, across her lips as his cock stayed within her mouth. She continued sucking him this way, sometimes moving very fast, sometimes very slow. He was breathing faster now and trying to control the movement of his cock as she fucked him with her mouth. He was very close to cumming. She could feel the contraction within his body each time his entire cock was in her mouth and her lips were against his body. She had been finger fucking her self and was ready to cum. She had one surprise left for him. She knew he would cum when he felt what she was going to do to him. Reaching down to her pussy she covered her other hand with her cunt juice, making sure her fingers were very slippery. She reached up and rubbed his balls, letting her fingers slide behind them, toward the cheeks of his ass. She firmly rubbed the skin behind his balls, knowing that his cum would soon follow this path as it shot from him. Her fingers found the hole she was looking for. As she pressed her finger against him, she felt his prick move violently in her mouth. Knowing he was very close to cumming, she pressed her finger hard against his ass, sliding it entire length inside his body as his ass tightened around it. She started moving in and out of him, timing her movements to both her lips on his cock and the fingers fucking her pussy. She felt him cumming even before the cum entered her mouth. She felt it with her fingers as it traveled along the inside of his body, following the trail along the underside of his cock and squirting out of him, filling her mouth. As she fought to keep his cock in her mouth, while swallowing his cum, she kept fucking him with her fingers. This seemed to make him cum again, as if he were having a multiple orgasm. She didn't care what it was, as long as she could feel him in her mouth. Her fingers had not stopped playing with her pussy. She was waiting only for him to finish before she allowed her pussy to contract tightly around her fingers as the flood gates of her body opened, releasing her own juices as she was overcome with an orgasm of her own. When her body stopped shaking, she stood up and released him. "I hope you enjoyed that sir" she said as she picked up her panties and retrieved the straps she had used to bind him. "I liked it very much, especially the surprise ending." he responded as he walked to the desk and picked up an envelope containing $500.00. Giving it to her, he asked, "Can you come as a teacher next week?" "Should I bring a ruler for bad boys?" she asked as she walked out the door. ]]> http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/sexy-maid-in-control/feed/ http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/revolving-teen http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/revolving-teen#comments Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:12:05 +0000 Administrator bizarre teen xxx teens teen xxx bbw teen xxx interracial teen xxx Fresh Teens http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/revolving-teen One weekend, I found out that Amanda's bottled-up emotions took a toll on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results. Teaching junior high, I was familiar with teens going through their rebellious stage. It was a fact of life for me, and I did everything I could to make the teenager's angst as painless as possible, while still teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Elizabeth. Elizabeth was 18 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on that Spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with Elizabeth and her family. Part of the phase Elizabeth was going through was in selecting "wild" boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other unsavory things. Just before final exams in the Spring, Elizabeth ran away from home. For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry and broke, and spent several nights with Amanda and me. We helped her get through exams and finally talked her into returning home. About a week after Elizabeth left, I got a call from her boyfriend. He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had done with his "old lady." In a near panic, I tried to assure him that nothing had happened between Elizabeth and me and that my wife had been with us the entire time. I don't think he listened to me at all. Several weeks passed. School let out for the Summer and Amanda and I prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth of July and couldn't wait to leave as soon as Amanda's summer school class dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch and piled into the car to hit the road. I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked very much like a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious about what he would do to us if I didn't do exactly as he ordered. He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road and into a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van parked there and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put our hands behind our backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape on our mouths and blindfolded our eyes with black cloth. They pushed us into the van and tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours, before stopping the car and pulling us out. When they removed the blindfolds, all I could tell was that we were in a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting around in the process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us down on an old schoolbus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed. He further secured us by running a long chain through our arms and padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat. Amanda and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly what to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Elizabeth's boyfriend and I was very sorry I didn't call the police after his threatening phonecall. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both. When the two bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to be the members of some kind of motorcycle gang. There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker gear, the men's ages ran from the mid-20's, up into the late 40's or even 50's. Two of the girls looked very young, maybe 15 to 17, and the other two were into their 40's. The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as "Bronk." My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed, Elizabeth's "old man." He was quite proud of his kidnapping and explained to the others that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked his "Lizzie." "What's the slut's name?" Bronk asked another biker, rifling Amanda's purse. "Her name is Amanda." It was Elizabeth - Lizzie. She was walking into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a denim sleeveless jacket. Bronk put his arm around Lizzie's waist and glared down at me, "Hell man, I told you you would be hearing from me. I wasn't about to forget that you fucked my old lady." (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking my head!) "I'm not sure yet what I'll do with you, yet, but one thing's for sure - I'm going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I turn her loose." With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in the shoulder. I saw stars. He unlocked the chain and grabbed Amanda. His friend wrapped the chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the padlock. Bronk pulled Amanda to the center of the garage's open floor, holding her in front of his friends. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he slapped her across the face and she stood still. "This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?" he asked, loudly. "Fuck it!" shouted one of the men. "Any damn thing we want," said one particularly large, bearded man who looked strong enough to live up to his words. He was older than the rest of the other men and had "OTTO" tattooed on his bare arm. Bronk began to strip Amanda of her clothes, but stopped when given a better idea by one of the women. "Make her strip for us!" an older, fat bitch shouted. "Hell, yeah...take 'em off, little whore. Show us your naked slut body," ordered Bronk as he moved away from Amanda, leaving her standing in the center of the floor, trembling from fear. Amanda did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit, blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her long, brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of the whole group. Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her that she made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on her naked body. Not surprisingly, it met with the men's approval. At thirty-three, Amanda had a terrific body. She was 5'7" and weighed about 120 pounds. I knew her bra size was 36-C and I guessed her other measurements at about a 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips. Her legs were long and very shapely, and her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag - and on her, it looked sexy. "Whooo-eee! Look at those titties!" "Who'd a guessed a bod like that was hidin' under all them clothes?" One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Amanda to strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Amanda her tits. They were mammoth and sagged almost to her navel. "These are tits, bitch...those little nubs of yours ain't even big enough to see!" he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others. He pushed his woman up to Amanda and took Amanda's hands and placed them on the woman's breasts as he continued to taunt her. "Feel these tits, slut. See how her nipples get hard and long? She loves pussy just as much as the guys here do, and so do the rest of the women. You like pussy? You better...cause you're gonna be staring at a lot of it while you're here!" "Enough of this bullshit talk! I want to fuck the bitch!" hissed Bronk, pulling Amanda away from the now excited, half-naked woman and pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the garage. He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that her ass was exposed and pushed out toward him. Reaching down to a drain pan nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my wife's ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole. Then roughly, and with no compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and shoved it up Amanda's ass and began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of the old car. We all could hear Amanda scream through the duct tape on her mouth. I felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down, afraid I'd kill myself getting sick while gagged. In a very short time, Bronk shot his load up Amanda's ass and another biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked tits and stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife. I watched as they took turns with Amanda, fucking her up the ass or in her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again. She cried and whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance, realizing, I'm sure, that it was fruitless to do so. But, to my sheer and utter amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads into her, she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass back on the thick dicks that pushed themselves into her holes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded their cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut. When the men had all spent themselves, some of them having fucked Amanda three times, the women took over and pushed Amanda into the back seat of the old car, ripped the tape off her mouth, and took their turns with her. They rubbed their naked tits over her oily skin and pressed their pussies into her mouth until they came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her turn. As they were waiting their turn with Amanda, they joked about her technique. "She loves it! It was her first pussy and what she lacked in style, she made up for in enthusiasm. There's no doubt that she likes it." "Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that I thought it was going to come out my throat!" leered another woman. When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of sight and earshot, leaving just Bronk and Lizzie in the garage with us. Bronk pulled Amanda out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door of the car. Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket pocket, removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Amanda's arm. Before he walked away he instructed Lizzie to clean the oil off of her body. Lizzie had taken her turn with Amanda, too, and there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it. She was gentle in washing the oil from Amanda's naked body, and I could tell that Amanda was even now responding to the touch of the pretty, fifteen-year-old's hands on her body. When Bronk came back to our part of the garage, he found Lizzie kissing Amanda deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight. "You like the little whore, do you Lizzie? Good, we'll keep her around for a while, then. Here, give her some of this," he sneered, handing Lizzie a half full vodka bottle. Lizzie held the bottle to Amanda's lips and when Amanda balked at drinking from it, Bronk grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head while Lizzie poured it into her mouth. She gagged on the first mouthful, but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at a time to keep her from gagging. At first I thought they were going to pour the rest of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls, sharing those between themselves. Still, I knew that they had given her enough to make her very drunk, if not sick. I hoped she could hold it. It didn't take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug he used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had to chuckle at Amanda. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Bronk and Lizzie loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and he sent Lizzie to get the others to see the little slut in her drunk condition. She was babbling away when Lizzie returned with several of the others. "Shit...I like...I like to fuck! Michael...tha's my husband, over there, he doesn't think I like it so much...but I LOVE IT! My hole doesn't hardly...shit...my hole doesn't like...sometimes, my hole doesn't like to be fuckin' empty! No sir!" She stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 16 walked up to Amanda and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the car door. "Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I don't care!" I'd never seen Amanda like this, and, in addition to it being amusing, it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly before, but in this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty. She was saying words I wasn't sure she had even heard before. Soon, there was another woman, older, playing with Amanda's tits and kissing her deeply on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from her. A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Amanda, looking to see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Amanda's hole. They encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the big breasted woman, who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Amanda's mouth, Amanda encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with more and more of her hand. I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell. "It's in!" shouted one of the men. "She got the whole fuckin' thing in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's cunt like a stallion's dick!" Amanda was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued to plunge her fist in and out of Amanda's dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Amanda's pussy. One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl's arm in his hand and began to help her fuck Amanda by pushing her arm upward and pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using. By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they watched Amanda being fisted. They didn't go un-noticed by the "new" Amanda, and she blurted out her appreciation. "Look at all the cocks!" she moaned, drunkenly. "Damn, I love a good hard cock!" Bronk untied the ropes holding Amanda to the car door, and pushing the other women away from the babbling Amanda, pushed her to her knees on the floor. "You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over here and get you some. The boy's will be glad to feed you!" The teenager who had been fisting Amanda was watching with passion still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon Lizzie was helping her. In the meantime, Amanda had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting comments. "Come and get it slut!" "Here little pussy...here little pussy." "Hurry up bitch, I need your fuckin mouth!" In her drunken state, Amanda made her wobbly way across the floor, and she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big dicks as if she had been starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who then shoved his meat into her mouth. This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her mouth until they had emptied their balls. She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious they entertained themselves by pissing on her body, both the men and the women. Several of the men stood over her at one time and poured their yellow streams of piss all over her nakedness at once. The women squatted over her one at a time and poured most of their waste onto her face and hair. When they were done, Bronk handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post and left her there, lying in a pool of piss in the floor. When she came to, Amanda tried her best to crawl out of the stench in which she found herself, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a few feet in any direction, because of the handcuff on her ankle. I felt for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do. Unable to leave the seat I was chained to, I was sitting in my own mess. Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Amanda soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at Amanda, fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on. Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Lizzie bending over Amanda and gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency. I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home. We weren't rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new "slut" to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the slut's old man watch the whole thing. When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze, urine and sex. Lizzie, or someone, had covered Amanda with a blanket and I was relieved to see that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting position on the old bus seat. Bronk was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his friendly, cheerful self. "Well, you fuckin' bastard, did you like the way we used your old lady-whore last night? I hope so, you turdfaced shit, cause you ain't seen nothin', yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and we're all set for a 3-day party! We're gonna let you stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body. When he had finished greeting me, Bronk moved over to Amanda and woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and fucking her. When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes, Lizzie walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Amanda swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I wouldn't want either of them giving me any of their pills. Bronk opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods. When Amanda was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the short flight of steps into the garage. They sat on the floor around Amanda or pulled up milk crates, as if they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what they were there for, and exactly what Bronk had promised them. He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Amanda's head up by her hair, spoke to the group. "Our little whore was a good fuck last night, wasn't she, gang?" The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure with Amanda's performance of the previous evening. "Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna show us how she can dance." Looking down at Amanda, he spit out his instructions to her. "You will dance for us, you little pile of shit, and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar...you understand?" Amanda nodded. "I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you. If you don't, we'll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it." Bronk moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the camcorder and yelled to Amanda, "Ok, bitch, do your thing!" Amanda began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man's dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement. I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants. As her back bent further and further backward, Amanda began to move her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her right hand and patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her audience. Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit. Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her legs opened wider and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled. Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them. I was surprised at the professionalism of Amanda's dancing. I didn't know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her. I would love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a natural. In the middle of her performance, Amanda suddenly stopped and stayed in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way, she began to insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And soon she was coming in front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers. Lizzie walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Amanda gladly took and began working up into her wet fuckhole. She was either extremely hot, or the pills that Lizzie had given her were really having some effect on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock, seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that filled the room. One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied it, she moved behind Amanda and pulled the dildo from her cunt. In its place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt slowly, inserting more of it as Amanda's hips began to move, indicating her acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt. Pretty soon, Amanda was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into Amanda, stretching her fuckhole wider and wider as she fed more and more of the tapered neck into her. She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when, suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure. When her orgasm was over, Amanda fell to the floor on her belly, and Lizzie moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She had another glass of wine and more pills, and Amanda took them submissively. Encouraged by Bronk to continue dancing, "or else," Amanda resumed her dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly. Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Amanda would always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body. Suddenly, the music stopped, and Bronk announced, "Fun time for the little slut!" Bronk stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and tied Amanda to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes. I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only, today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried about Amanda's survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch. Knowing that the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat into her cunt, Bronk had re-arranged the lights and camera. Amanda began to moan softly. Lizzie walked up to Amanda, just as Bronk had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Amanda a shot from a hypodermic needle. Amanda was already so hot she couldn't think straight, but somehow they weren't satisfied with her current level of sluttishness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more insatiable. I didn't even know such drugs existed, but I was watching their result. I don't know what was in the shots that they gave Amanda, but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut. Only moments after they had administered the shot, she began to beg for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again. Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body, some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard cocks, while others plowed into her cunt. Amanda was never a passive participant. Whenever one of the men would withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin all over again until another dick had replaced it. She began begging to be untied so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well, and smiling at her hot words and desire to please, Bronk untied her hands and allowed her her wish. As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use them to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her body. She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long period of time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was taking the dicks from other men in her holes. Eventually, Bronk decided her legs didn't need to be tied either, and freed them from their bonds. Once they were free, the men began to hold her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they fucked her. They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole and began filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her over and over again. "Yes, my ASS!" Amanda cried out. "Fuck me in my ASS! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my whole body! More, more, more!" she yelled. Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men continued to fuck Amanda until they had worn themselves completely out. They had not even come close to wearing Amanda out, and when they had tired of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car seat rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her holes. As I looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming from her ass and cunt and puddling on the seat until it ran down the sides and began to puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor. Lizzie then appeared and gave Amanda yet another shot. This time it was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot had been administered, Amanda grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still lying spreadeagled on the old car seat, completely naked, the cum still leaking from her holes. Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Amanda and me. I wondered just how long they would continue to use Amanda and what would happen when they finally tired of us. I was sore from being tied in the same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from my bonds. I was hungry and dehydrated. The constant exposure to Amanda's extreme treatment had been extremely painful for me. Yet, on several occasions, I had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my pants were soaked from my own cum, as well as piss. Exhausted, I still couldn't sleep. Amanda awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were still alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts. Also, my mouth was still taped and Amanda looked like she needed more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living. Amanda looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. "I need a cock, Michael! God, I need a cock so bad!" When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely oblivious to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me free. The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Amanda's right hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving for it, and it was a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued to work up and down my shaft. Amanda's obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it was capable of feeling. She was quite a fuck - probably the best fuck I had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to move, I'm sure. And some of it was due to the constant performance over the last 30-some hours. But, above all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never fucked me before, and there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I had never experienced before. I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me, as if she would not allow my member to wither and die within her. Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more. She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees, writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. I also wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even remotely cared. I didn't think so. The door opened to the garage and Lizzie walked in, clad only in a pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see Amanda free of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me. "How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little. How do you like what our special little brew of `Ecstasy' does for your wife? When I was 14 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me for days and I think I fucked every biker in the state! And, it still wasn't enough!" When she walked close enough to Amanda, Amanda reached out for her body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my lap. Her mouth covered Lizzie's left tit as she sucked the pretty young girl's nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. Her right hand flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside, roughly, as she quickly inserted two fingers into her hole. Lizzie giggled, but quickly responded to Amanda's attentions and held my wife's head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her chest as she let her hips move in circles in response to Amanda's fingers which were stretching and twisting inside her fuckhole. Occasionally, Amanda would remove her mouth from Lizzie's breast and slide her wet fingers from her hole and place them in her mouth, hungrily sucking on the juice that covered them, then she would plunge them back into Lizzie's cunt and begin sucking on the other breast. "You've had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!" yelled Lizzie, and she pulled Amanda off of me roughly and pushed her to the floor in front of me. Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me, Lizzie tossed it to Amanda. "Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy bitch, if you still need fucking. I want some cock for myself!" She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my lap, working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto mine. I almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Bronk walking back in and seeing us like this! Off in her own world, Amanda still needed fucking, and she took the oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in front of Lizzie with her legs open wide. She now enjoyed masturbating while others watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck anything or anyone, especially as long as Lizzie was staring at her so lewdly. It made Lizzie especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking herself in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as she watched her. Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at her nipples as her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller of dick. Some of the others came wandering in as Lizzie continued to fuck me, and began to stand around Amanda, laughing and cheering her on as she worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes glued on the now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap. The oil spout grew thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and Amanda now had the total length of the spout inserted in her hole and was lewdly grinding her hips up against it as she held it tightly in both hands. "She's fucking a goddamn oil spout!" one of the women laughed. "Look at the hot little slut go!" another yelled. They were beginning to rub their own pussies and the men were beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the pretty brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock. "Hell, she'll fuck anything! Give her a hammer!" yelled out one of the men. Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and tearing the oil spout from Amanda's tight grip, replaced it with the big hammer. She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up into her cunt and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the cheering crowd. Before long, she had most of the hammer handle inserted in her hole and was grinding her hips crazily as she performed for her audience. One of the men knelt by Amanda's head and began jerking off, his cock just inches from her mouth. Amanda tried valiantly to raise her head and take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased her, pulling it away as his hand continued stroking it wildly. Suddenly he tensed and began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her face and hair. Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating the first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with his own load of hot white cum. When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of hot fuck juice into Amanda's face and they had replaced the hammer in her cunt with practically every tool in the garage as they watched her plunge them all hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything they would allow her to use. When Amanda finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself, she passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt and rubbed their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it until they had cum and then making room for the next. When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Lizzie's cunt, I fell back weakly against the old bus seat. Lizzie was still hot and took the men who had shot their cum into Amanda's face to the center of the big room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt and mouth. Soon, the garage was filled with people drinking and smoking and fucking and sucking. As I watched, Lizzie must have been gang-banged by no less than 20 men, and was still going strong before I grew too tired to watch. Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and the party wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew where. Before she left, Lizzie gave Amanda yet another shot and gave me one as well. The shot left me nearly senseless and the only thing I remember happening prior to my passing out was watching an extremely large black man with an equally large cock screw a very willing Amanda in all her holes before pissing on her face and leaving her lying in the concrete floor. Bronk was filming it all. I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I did know that Amanda was no longer in the garage with me, and I think I spent the rest of the time alone. I don't remember if I was fed or given anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again. The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our car with Amanda beside me. The car clock said it was just after 3a.m., but I had no idea what day. We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road. Amanda was still unconscious, but I saw that there was something on her left breast. When I focused and looked, I saw that it was a new and very sore looking tatoo. Beautifully scripted in red and blue and yellow were the words "Prime Slut." As I dressed Amanda in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had left in the car, I saw the second tatoo. It was on the left cheek of my wife's ass and in block letters said "this ass well fucked by the RAMROD M.C." I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when I realized we were now free I started the car and drove us home, quickly. At home, I managed to help Amanda into the bedroom, and I collapsed beside her on the bed. Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Amanda slept on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours. She remembered a lot, and I filled in what I could. She said that after I was drugged, they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the "property" of the club president for the rest of the time. They had held us captive from Friday afternoon until Thursday morning. Amanda was sore all over, but healed quickly. We talked about it and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget. We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn't go to the police because of the video Bronk shot of Amanda. It would ruin our careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn't the issue, but the image of propriety was. We had great difficulty talking, when we were together. Vacation was tense and we didn't enjoy it at all. We tried to resume our daily routines, but Amanda was tense and restless and irritable. Maybe I was, too. I found that Bourbon relaxed me. Finally, in the Fall, Amanda stayed home from school one day and she was gone when I got home. The following weekend, she showed up sitting behind Otto, on the back of a Harley, dressed like a real biker slut. She quickly packed a small bag, got back on the bike, wrapped her arms around the huge, filthy biker and that was the last I ever saw or heard of her. And, what of Lizzie? Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped us, she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became `Elizabeth,' again, went to an Ivy league college and married a Med student. She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday. I was invited and went to the church, just to see it with my own two eyes. She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in her life. ]]> http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/revolving-teen/feed/ http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/strip-dancer http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/strip-dancer#comments Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:58:35 +0000 Administrator teens teen xxx ethnic teen xxx uniform fetish teen xxx bbw teen xxx interracial teen xxx http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/strip-dancer Her breasts swayed free from any encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as she righted herself. She grabbed the corset, and donned it, pulling tightly on the drawstrings. Her breasts seemed to swell as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them up and in. A white dress- easily removable, was just what she needed to complete the outfit. Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside. She sighed, and felt a slight dejection. There was noone, really, who seemed to get her in the mood. But, that had happened before, and it would happen again. It appeared as if she would have to make the best of it as usual. Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy, even if she did clear over $300 a night. The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once more, and she heard the DJ announce her name. She walked out of the dressing room, and into the club. She had managed that walk- the one that she knew would drive the men crazy- and it made her feel good to know that men were looking at HER. She walked out on the stage, to a thumping beat. Good. Something to really move to. She started twirling around on the lighted table, feeling the men's eyes on her body like physical hands. She was being made love to in every one of these men's minds, and she loved it. It made her feel unbelievanbly sexy to be the object of so many men's desires. In her perverse fantasies, a select group of four or five men would come up on stage and take her, right then and there. She twirled around, and saw him. He was there, sitting right at the table, plucking out dollar bills from his pocket. She hadn't even taken off one piece of clothing, and yet he was ready. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, his presence was that commanding. Even so, there was a show to do. She reminded herself, one must remain detached. You are their fantasies, that's all. The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and her garter belt. Soon, it had left her body completely, and she kicked it aside with a slight gesture of her foot. Instantly, she felt better. There was someone worthing dancing to, and he would PAY. As she moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and more comfortable with the dance. She went over to one side of the table, opposite of where he was sitting. She ground her crotch into the young man's face, humping the air. She could see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his face, and then smiled. He slid the dollar underneath the corset, afraid to put it inside the G-string. She stood up, and bent over, her ass inviting a dollar bill from the young man's companion. She looked straight ahead at the man at the other end of the table, and watched as he stared back at her, eyes crinkled as he smiled sardonically. How cocky he is, she thought. We'll see how he lasts. She moved up and into the center of the table, and did a complete split, her back to him. She knew that her ass could hold anyone's attention, and she was right. As she spread herself on the cold table top, she felt better. Her legs splayed apart, where she usually liked them, and only a small piece of fabric between her most private place, and him. She rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a perfect view down the corset. She opened her legs wide open, leaving her core open to the other side of the table. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she crawled towards him, her back arching and her chest heaving. She stood up just in front of him, and undid the corset ties. The silk fabric fell away, and her exposed breasts tightened and smoothed. All the while, she gyrated her hips towards him. She bent her knees, and lay on her side in front of him. She lifted a leg, and brought the high heel down behind the other one, allowing ample room for him to insert his dollar. He raised the dollar, and with his other hand, pulled the G- string away from her body. He wedged the dollar lower into her crotch. When she looked at him, it happened. He smiled, and opened his mouth. His tongue came out and flicked at her. She gaped. His tongue was at least six inches long! She started at him for a long time, unable to believe what she had just seen. It was the first time she had ever been shocked like that at work, and she had seen a lot. More importantly, she felt something that scared her. Something inside of her wanted that tongue, and wanted it NOW. Immediately, she felt her juices flowing, and realized that she had to get off the stage, or otherwise it might prove embarrassing. Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and walk calmly down the stairs into the dressing room. On her way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to have the man come into the room after her. He protested at first, but her pleading look finally made him give in. She went into her dressing room, and heard a knock on the door. She told whoever it was to come in, and sure enough, he was there. She waved him in. "Follow me," she said. He follwed her into a closet, where they kept the outfits which the ladies wore. In the closet, there was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg beside her. "If you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well use it." He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands on his head, and guided it down to her pulsing core. Her G- string was already soaked, and the thin fabric running up and through her crotch was making her even hotter. He knelt down and kissed her through the tiny fabric. He grabbed her ass with his hands, and positioned her on the edge of the shelf. He pulled at the G-string with one hand, and by lifting her off the shelf was able to remove the flimsy piece of material. She pulled at his hair, to get going. He flicked his tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as large as she had thought. The first thing he did was smile at her completely shaved nakedness. With such a small piece of costume, it made sense, but still it made life a lot easier. He ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, never touching it, but simply running circles over and around. She raised her other leg onto the shelf, and thrust her pelvis into his mouth. With one long lick, he licked the back of her love canal, the small portion of skin between her ass and pussy, up through her slit, and rested on her clit. She almost screamed, but caught herself just in time. Her legs, however, couldn't remain poised on the shelf. They slid down into a perfect split on the shelf, and she leaned back into the wall. Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened her lips wider, and spread them apart. He ran his tongue up one lip, and down the other, pausing in the middle, encircling her clit. As he did, she shuddered. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she came; it never was. Grinding her groin in men's faces had long prepared her for this. Then he did it. He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy. The extra area touched all of her parts, and her eyes fluttered open in ecstasy. He looked up at her, and when she looked down on him, he showed her his tongue in full length. She watched as he rolled it, and then returned his attention to her hole. In one thrust, he forced it inside of her. It was too much. She gasped as it reached inside of her. It was so damn long! Somehow, he managed to make licking motions inside of her, and she lost all control. She was coming violently, grabbing his head and pushing it into her, making his tongue go as far as it could. He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more lapping motions. He caressed places inside her body she didn't even know existed. She felt her muscles groping and pulling at his tongue, stretching it inside of her. He rotated his tongue around her inner walls, licking violently. Her orgasm was soon followed by another, just as powerful. His tongue had explored her just as deeply as it would have had it been a dick, and she collapsed after her second orgasms finally subsided. He wasn't finished, however. He started licking her up and down her slit, caressing her now full, pouty lower lips. He flicked the tip of his enormous tongue at her clit, making it protrude slightly from her inner folds. Then, he closed his lips around it, and sucked gently. She gasped once more, and even cried out when he started to run his tongue over it inside his mouth. She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over the shelf edge now. He finished playing with her clit, and started running his tongue around her muscles leading to her hole. Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of her hole, every once and a while deliving completely inside, teasing her. Each thrust was met by an equally urgent push by her hips. He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused on her tight asshole. He ran his tongue gently over it, and ran back up to her clit, then back down. She worried briefly about what he was doing, but reminded herself that being a dancer required her to be clean- everywhere. Besides, he was definitely enjoying himself, and she definitely didn't want him to stop. He carressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, until she relaxed. By prying her muscles with the tip of his tongue, he was able to inch his way in. Her eyes shot open, as she had never felt this before. This was something new! Her ass muscles automatically tried to close, but each time his tongue provided pleasurable resistance. Soon, she was able to control her muscles somewhat, constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing, drawing him in and pulling him out. He thrust his tongue in and out of her this way, concentrating on her entrance, knowing that it was definately the most sensitive. As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely aware of a completely alien sensation. Deep within her, where she could not tell, she felt the beginnings of something powerful. She reached down between her legs with both hands. With one hand, she played with his hair. With the other, she ran her fingers over her clit. She massaged her clit with one finger, and thrust three others into her whole. But still, his tongue explored her ass, and still she felt the coming onslaught of something unfamiliar. Deep inside her, it came. It rocked her whole entire body. At the same time, her whisking fingers caused another orgasm, but it was two different sensations. She had heard about anal orgasms, but never believed it possible. Now, she was experiencing one of her own, and making a clitoral orgasm at the same time! Her eyes rolled back into her head as her entire lower body seemed as if it wer about to explode. He continued thrusting his tongue in and out of her body, while she fingered herself into oblivion. All at once, she came. Her own fingers were being sucked into her slit by her grabbing and pulsating pussy, and she felt her muscles twitch and grab at his tongue. Every feeling seemed to feed upon itself. The orgasms never seemed to go away. Her moans were quite loud, now, but she didn't care. She was lost among a sexual experience she hadn't even dreamed of. Fatigued, she fell asleep. She did not know when, but she did not remember her body slowing down. When she awoke, he was gone, but she was left with the vague sensations which lingered between her legs. ]]> http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/strip-dancer/feed/ http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-weekend-bondage http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-weekend-bondage#comments Thu, 19 Jun 2008 11:25:52 +0000 Administrator teens teen xxx bdsm teen xxx hardcore teen xxx handjob teen xxx http://teen-xxx-porn-sex.com/teen-weekend-bondage Well, after listening to such an outpouring of emotion, it was kind of hard for me to keep my mind on my work and not to think about and sympathize with Erica's problems. So finally, after work, I drove her home. She was noticably silent through the whole ride. She asked me in, and I accepted, though saying that I could only stay a few minutes. Once inside, she hugged me, clung to me. In a friendly sort of way I returned the hug. I assumed she just wanted someone's shoulder to cry on. As her lips slowly drifted towards mine, though, I gently pushed her away, saying sorry and reminding her that I was married. She then told me "but I love you..." Thoughts started rushing through my head, was she saying this only because of her recent trauma? is she mistaking gratitude and intimacy for love? I couldn't say. I decided to try to scare her away. I told her "I love my wife very much, and I can't bring myself to having an affair behind her back. But perhaps if you'd like to join us..." Well, she did stop and look at me strangely, but then that look melted back into that look of longing and infatuation, as she bowed her head and said "yes, whatever would make you happy." This answer caught me unexpectedly. I tried again to scare her away by warning her "You might not like what we do. I like to tie up and 'do S&M' to my Lola. I enjoy abusing and hurting helpless victims. You can still back away now, I'm giving you this chance... unless you wouldn't mind being tied up and having intense pain inflicted on you." Again that look of disbelief flashed across her face. In her typically stoic reaction, she looked down, and after another moment of silence she said "I didn't know you were the type." "We all have thoughts locked within us that would shame hell," I told her, "and I can't change who I am." She admitted to me that she's never been, well, tied up before, and that she was interested, "only because I trust you so much." Exasperated, I rationalized it out to myself that I shouldn't feel guilty then, that it wasn't like I was sneaking around or anything, so I gave in and said "Fine, I will pick you up from work on friday, and you will not see the outside world again until monday, when I drive you back to work. While you are in my house you may not disobey any of my orders. That's the way I run my household. Understood?" I guess it was as surprising for me to see her getting excited about this as it was for her to find out a little about my private life, but I could see her excitement was cheering her up. "Since you've never done this before, I'll go a bit easier on you." I felt good for her, and strangely happy about myself as we said "good-bye," "see you tomorrow at work," and "thank-you for the ride." On my way back home, I was thinking how lucky things were turning out the way they were. As so happened, a couple of days ago Lola, who I guess was bottling up a lot of emotion about Erica, exploded at me, accusing me of secretly loving Erica over her. This was surprising to me because I trusted her enough to tell her about almost anything, including those things that may have seemed almost questionable. If anything I thought she would trust me back. "Who, Bill (my name in this story), sneaking around?," I hear her say in my mind, "Impossible! He tells me >everything!< " I guess I was wrong, and the shouting match escalated and we began calling each other names. Horrible names. I finally shouted that obviously, since we both had so much to hate about each other, we should sit right down here at the table and write down everything about each other that we hate. She more than agreed, in fact stormed out and came back with a stack of loose-leafs and a fist full of pens and yelled back "Alright, start writing!" After about an hour of furiously writing, looking up to glare at each other, then bending down again of more furious writing, she yelled out at me (a little less energetically this time) "Finished?!?" I looked at her and said "No!!" and kept writing. She snapped out "Slowpoke!" and bent down to write some more. I then snapped back "I'm finished. Let's trade." The atmosphere totally changed in the next few seconds, as she looked at my sheets and immediately flung them aside, then threw herself at me, trying to get at her comments in my hands as I twisted as best I could away from her. "No fair!," she called out, "no fair! no fair!", for on the sheets I gave her, I covered them with writing, repeating the words 'I LOVE YOU' over and over. After a few minutes we sat down on the couch and cuddled next to each other. After what seemed like an hour later, she whispered out in a soft, almost teary voice, "I love you, too." A while later, she whispered "I'm sorry. What you just did just showed me how much you love me, and how I don't have to worry about losing you after all. Please give me back my comments! You know I didn't mean anything I wrote on them." I told her "I know you didn't mean anything, but the passion with which you wrote them shows through. I'm going to keep them as a token of your love." Then, with a mock-stern face, I said "I'm afraid, though, that I'm going to have to punish you next weekend for not trusting me before." She looked up at me with wide eyes, then put her head back down on my shoulder as I stroked her's. We had great sex that night. That was monday, and the day I talked to Erica was a couple of days later. Originally I thought that I was going to have a lot of fun thinking of things to do with Lola, but now I had to get busy getting the dungeon ready for both Lola and Erica. This was an interesting time for me, for I was thinking of harsher- than-usual things to do with Lola while at the same time thinking about how to go about it easy with Erica. Erica's situation was especially hard because, though Lola and I started out gently with each other too, over the years we've grown used to progressively higher and higher intensity. Actually, what I told Erica about me and Lola was only half-truths: I'm not always the dominant, we often switch around. I also don't enjoy punishing Lola per se, most of the joy comes from the knowledge that Lola is enjoying what I do to her, and also the knowledge that part of her joy comes from the fact that I am the one doing these things and am happy as well. It's a never-ending growing process. Usually Lola isn't this submissive, though. The bondage games we play really don't involve "tops" and "bottoms" per se, more like "equals, but trying to double-cross and take advantage." For instance, sometimes one of us spontaneously playfully attacks the other and tries to tie that person down. Of course, it's not guaranteed that the initiator will win, we have an agreement that whoever says the magic word is to give up until the other finishes tying and says "You're free to struggle" (or something). Physically we're pretty much evenly matched, though I'm stronger, she's about a couple of inches taller than me and knows how to use leverage. We both also trained in the martial arts so we can more or less control ourselves and have more fun at it, not to mention being more flexible for the winner to tie and watch! We break rules all the time, though. Like once I tied her in a hogtie, her legs tied at the knees and ankles, her hands behind and against the small of her back, with about 2' of rope running from her wrists to her ankles, and without saying she was free to struggle, I proceeded to mercilessly tickle her. (this is one of my GIF pictures) Of course she got me back the next week! Sometimes, though, I'd say "I have a surprise for you next week," and she'd >know< I had bondage plans for her but would have to wait a week, excited, while I kept the door to the basement locked to work on my plans. Sometimes, though, I'd kept the basement open, so that she could walk down at her leisure and not know what all the stuff was for. This would get her fertile imagination going, which would keep her excited in a different way until the weekend (sometimes, too, she'd make plans of her own how to turn the tables on me). And then some times we'd trick each other, but we'd never do the same thing twice. The variety is one of the reasons why I remain happily loyal to Lola! So today the friday came. I guess Erica had some pretty bizzare (or maybe pretty standard) ideas what S&M was all about, for she wore leather boots, gloves, and jacket, fishnet stockings underneath a tight skirt, and a beige sweater that was a bit tight. A messy hairdo that vaguely resembled a heavy metal star's... And the makeup, ugh, pretty thick! I tried to aviod her all day, it was very embarrassing to be even >seen< with her! I guess I exagerated a bit when I told her S&M, we're actually quite vanilla about bondage. After a long day at work, I told her I appreciated her trying to get into the mood for the weekend, but the makeup would scare Lola, and to please go to the bathroom to wash the stuff off. I sensed a bit of hurt, but she complied. Afterwards I drove her back to my house. Before getting out of the car, I had Erica take off her jacket and turn so that her back was towards me. I then handcuffed her gloved hands behind her and draped the jacket back on her shoulders. Then I attached the keys to the handcuffs to a 3' long string loop and loosely hung it around her neck. I can sense Erica stiffening with anticipation. Then I lead her to the front door. I rang the doorbell, then unlocked the door. The doorbell was to alert Lola I was home. As I came in, I saw Lola, totally nude, in the foyer kneeling, back on her heels, knees wide, back slightly arched and hands behind her neck, elbows wide. I can tell she had been looking forward to this weekend, but I can also tell she was surprised by the guest by her sudden change in facial expression as she quickly sat back on her bottom and tried to cover herself as best she could with her legs and arms. I closed the door behind me and told her "Lola, this is Erica. Instead of having an affair with her, I have brought her home to be our playmate. She will share in and be a part of your punishment this weekend." Lola's mouth stayed hung open in disbelief as I told Erica "Lola will get you ready for me. Do as she says." Then I told Lola to stand up. Grabbing her hand with one hand, and Erica's handcuff key in the other, I brought them together and said "prepare her. I want you two waiting for me in the usual position downstairs. Leave her clothes with me." We had a devil of a time trying to get Erica's boots off (no shoes permitted in our house), then Lola led Erica into the bathroom by the key necklace. * * * The night begins. My two lovely slaves-for-the-weekend, Erica the taller brunette, and Lola the more petit blonde, await downstairs for me in the basement. I can see Lola has groomed Erica well, her hair is now nice, smooth, silky and straight. Erica has on nothing but a collar, about 4 inches in front tapering to about 2.5 inches in back, to keep her head straight. A small D-ring protrudes from both the front and the back of the collar, for more flexibility