It is raining. This is a land where it is always raining. The only variable is what sort of rain it is. Right now it isn’t a gentle Spring or Summer shower that cleanses and revitalizes everything it touches. Right now it isn’t a mist that barely even counts as rain and only forms drops as it accumulates on objects. Right now the rain comes down in buckets, in sheets. The force of it cuts rivulets in the soil as the water seeks the lowest ground. Standing in this is a woman.

It is hard to tell whether she is beautiful or not. It is dark out. Only brief flashes of lightning illuminate her occasionally. Her hair is all matted around her face, but she doesn’t take her hand to brush it back. Water runs down the chestnut strands and across her face beginning its futile journey to the center of the earth. The salmon t-shirt she put on this morning is drenched and clings to her like a second skin. Same with the short denim shorts she paired with it. No shoes hinder her toes’ desire to feel the mud between them.

The expression on her face is a motley congregation of joy and freedom and confusion and fear. She looks at the ground near her feet, squinting against the darkness. Her head traces an arc as she looks from the outside of the left foot, around the front of her toes to the outside of her right foot. She looks over her shoulders, first right and then left. She dares not move. She gently bites her lip as she thinks about what to do next.

She uses the lightning to scan her environment further away. In the distance she makes out a blurry figure. She tries to call to it for help, but every time she does, the thunder drowns her out. After several such attempts, her face feels a new sensation to compete with the cold rain. Her tears aren’t cold. They are warm. She keeps looking near her feet. Her head tracing the same arc over and over again, first one way and then the other. It gets faster and faster and starts to be a little jagged as silent tears turn to sobs.

The woman doesn’t notice the figure move closer to her. It is a man. He wonders what she is doing. What is she looking for so intently? He looks where she is looking. In a flash of lightning, slightly behind her he sees something shiny. The light makes it practically glow. The woman has dropped her glasses. She dares not move for fear of stepping on them, but if she doesn’t move she will not find them.

The man uses the lightning to find his way safely to the woman’s treasure. She still doesn’t notice him. He bends down to pick them up. They are all muddy. The rain quickly washes them clean. He taps the woman on the shoulder. She is startled, but turns around slowly. When she does, he puts the gold frames back where they belong. Her face is wet and they slide down a bit. She smiles as he adjusts them for her. He returns the smile.

He notices she is shivering. Her attention no longer consumed with her task, she feels the cold. Her hands rub her arms to generate some heat. He has plenty to spare. He opens his arms and makes the slightest motion with his head during the next flash of lightning. She does not refuse his invitation.

She is a perfect fit, not too big or too small. Her head is just the right height and size to rest comfortably on his shoulder. As her head finds the appropriate place, his arms find theirs as he closes his embrace to shield out the cold. A sigh of contentment can be felt, even if not heard over the rain, coming from both the man and the woman. His embrace tightens a bit. Then it is broken. The woman looks at him, her eyes wide with confusion.

That confusion melts as she does when his right hand comes up to caress her left check. Her eyes close and another sigh escapes her.

“Please don’t,” the man says.

The woman pulls away slightly as her confusion returns.

“I want to look at your eyes,” he lets her know. “They are very beautiful. The color the sky much be behind all those clouds.”

She can no longer feel the cold of the rain. His words warm her more than any physical embrace could. She looks into his eyes as he looks into hers. To smile would take away from what they are both absorbed by. Even smiling with those eyes would be distracting. His are the color of the life giving earth at her feet. Earth and sky. Gaea and Uranus. Geb and Nut. Nammu and An. The sacred union from which all life springs.

He is content to just soar in those eyes, climbing higher and higher to reach the sun that is blocked by the clouds. His fingertips trace the line of her jaw connecting him to her. This is not enough for the woman. She wants to feel the mud between her toes. She wants to reach down and pick up clumps of it and smear it all over her body.

She waits for a flash of lightning to make her move, but it doesn’t come quick enough for her. She doesn’t need the light to find what she wants. Her mouth covers his in an instant. This startles the man. Her arms go around his neck so she can pull herself closer to him. She loses her footing in the wet mud and begins to slip. His arm goes around her waist to help her steady herself. She starts to say thank you, but her mouth is unable to form the words. It has more important things to do. It is already doing them. One taste of her sweetness and the man needs more.

His arms hold her tightly against him. She is grateful for this because she probably couldn’t stand otherwise. Her body starts to tremble.

“Are you cold?” he asks looking at her with concern.

She shakes her head.

“You’re shaking,” he says rubbing his hands along her arms to warm her up.

“Excited,” she says taking one of his hands in both of hers.

She brings is up to her mouth. Her tongue traces a very light circle on his inner wrist. Then it travels across his palm to the tip of his longest finger. She opens her mouth and brings it into her mouth up to the top knuckle. Her tongue dances around it. This sends shivers through the man that he’s not sure he wants. He pulls out his finger, but the woman is having too much fun to notice his discomfort. She sucks to bring the finger in more. He pulls it out again. This time she lightly scrapes her teeth along it. Just before it reaches the end, she increases her suction. It’s a game. He lets her play.

The taste and texture of this small appendage is thoroughly explored. When she is finished, a slight push of the tongue lets him know she wants another. Then another when she has finished with that one. Each finger receives the same devoted attention. Lips, teeth, tongue all take their turn in the dance aided by just the right about of suction to keep things moving in the direction she wants.

The rain is still pouring down. They both can barely feel it. With his free hand he pries the back of her t-shirt away from her lower back. The shirt clings to her and he can feel the contours of her back through it, but he wants more. Skin to skin contact. He finds it under her shirt. Her back is so smooth and soft. Everything a woman should be. There is no bra to hinder the path his hand makes as he counts her vertebrae. Again, just as a woman should be.

He wants both hands for his exploration, so he takes her plaything away. She doesn’t object as it joins his other hand. Her narrow shoulders, the ribs that jut out from the well counted vertebrae, the small of her back, all of it receives the same attention she had shown him earlier. Her eyes are closed. Her head tries to stay upright, but waves of pleasure keep rolling it around. Finally she just gives into them. He watches her chest rise and fall as her sighs turn to moans.

One finger traces the bottom of her ribs around to the front. It is met with no resistance. On the contrary. Her eyes open. With lips slightly parted and breath she is having trouble catching, she lets him know what she wants. Their mouths meet once more. Her graceful fingers glide along his wet arms. Her touch grows more firm as she feels his strong muscles move under his skin. Her hands encircle his arm. They are too small to reach all the way around, but that isn’t required here. Just touch is. Tactile sensation. The more the better.

Clothes are a hindrance to this. His hands keep moving under her shirt, on her back, on her stomach, occasionally even lightly brushing the edge of her breasts. Her small t-shirt clings to his hands as he does this. It makes things more difficult, but he dare not remove it. She fumbles to find her way under his shirt. His mouth gently probes the sensitive spot where neck meets body.

Her eyes open once again. An unasked question passes between them. It is answered with a slight nod from her head. The return to kissing again. His hands come outside of her shirt. They hold the bottom hem, one hand at each side. Slowly he lifts them to reveal her ivory flesh. She goes to do the same to him, but he lets her know not yet. It is too much of an interruption for him to bear right now.

He bends slightly to examine her breasts more closely. He looks at them both before deciding which one he wants to start with. The left one wins, but the right will not be forlorn long. She can feel his breath on her breast. His tongue deftly flicks her pert nipple making it even harder. The right reacts similarly as it is rolled between his finger and thumb. He takes the left into his mouth. His suction is as strong as hers was earlier. Moans turn to near screams. He brings her closer and closer to the edge.

The right breast is left alone as his hand has other things it must do. He unbuttons her shorts and they fall to the ground. She steps out of them. His hand finds a new kind of wetness. It isn’t cold, but warm. It is warm and soft. His hand probes her delicate folds until he finds what he wants. She practically explodes as soon as he touches it. She does scream. She can’t hold it back any more. The rain and even the thunder cannot drown her out. When she stops screaming, he removes both his mouth and his hand from their respective locations. He brings his finger to his mouth to taste her sweetness. He licks off every drop. The sight of this turns her on even more.

She quickly removes his shirt. His shorts offer a bit more difficulty. He helps her unbutton them and get them over his now throbbing erection. She wants a taste, but so does he. He wraps his arms around her and brings her tightly against him. Their mouths probe each other. Their chests meet. They can feel each other’s heartbeats which start to beat in unison, even skipping a beat together. Arms wrap around backs and continue moving up and down, necks to buttocks. Feet explore lower regions. Pure tactile sensation has been achieved.

Almost. Their eyes open and meet once more. Another unspoken question passes before them. No nod is required. Her eyes say it all. With a few adjustments of the hips, pure tactile sensation, outside and inside is achieved. Her internal warm is in direct contrast to the cold rain that covers them both. Covers all of them, but those parts that are pressed against their counterpart, protected from the rain, both sharing the other’s warmth and generating more of it. The man will add more of his own warmth to everything in a little while.

They continue to kiss. Their hands continue to roam. Everything is in perfect synchronization, a complex dance that both know in their souls. The movement of his hips are reflected in the movement of her hips. Neither leads or is lead by anything other than the tiniest signals that would be unperceptible to anyone who watched. The tightening of walls of her vagina, the hardening of his cock. These let them know what was going on and what was about to happen. As spasms are felt throughout her entire body, originating inside and spreading outward, he lets his own join them.

She clings to him, barely able to breathe, let alone move. She opens her eyes and looks at him. She doesn’t have the energy for a full smile, but the one she attempts means even more. His hand cups her face as he brings his lips to hers very gently. He brushes the wet hair away from her face and tucks it behind her ears.

They stay like that, the rain streaming down their naked bodies for a while, neither wanting to move or break the silence. The woman doesn’t even sigh now. She just regains the strength to be able to give him a real smile. He kisses that smile. First it is very lightly. It grows in intensity as he picks her up.

He carries her to a cabin she didn’t know was even there. He lays her down in front of a fire. He notices that the fire causes her skin to glisten. His finger traces the beads of water on her skin like it’s some big connect-the-dot game. This sends shivers through her. He looks around. Then he stands up and goes over to a nearby chair. Sitting on it is a towel. He comes back and brings the towel. Then he sits next to her recumbent form. He goes to erase his imaginary lines. Her hand comes up to stop him.

“But, you’re all wet still,” he says. “I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“The fire will dry us,” she says stretching like a kitty cat. To complete the picture, she begins to purr. “I don’t want anything between us. Not even a towel.”

The man takes her glasses and dries them with the towel. Then he replaces them on her face. He tosses the towel in the direction of the chair. It falls short of its mark, but no matter. It isn’t important. He has what is important right next to him. He returns his attention to her and notices she isn’t wearing her glasses. His puzzled look asks the question before his mouth can.

“Don’t need them now,” she tells him. “Not like they were doing much good outside anyway. Hard enough to see through that rain without glasses. With them, pretty much impossible.”

He has to agree with her as he takes off his own. He can see well enough without them. He can tell the fire is doing a nice job drying her off. She isn’t glistening so much now. The amber flames dance across her body making her glow. He looks at her. The fire isn’t the only thing making her glow. He’s never seen someone so beautiful before.

He lies down next to her. She rolls over so that her body can cover his as well as her slender physique will allow without her being actually on top of him. Her head finds its place again. Her hand rests on his chest. She can feel the beating of his heart. Her fingers lightly tap out its rhythm. The sound of life.

Her eyes close. He doesn’t mind this time. The rise and fall of her chest let him know that she is relaxed and drifting off to sleep. He gently kisses her forehead. Then he reaches behind him. There is a couch there with a blanket on it. It is barely within reach. Barely. He has to stretch, but he does retrieve the desired object. He spreads it over them both. It isn’t between them, but between them and the world.

The rain still falls outside. Thunder is heard and lightning is seen. Rivulets are carved into the earth attempting their futile journey. Inside a new journey begins. This one is not futile. Body to body. Heart to heart. Soul to soul. Nothing is more important or productive than the journey to the center of another human being. They both fall asleep to meet again in their dreams where the journey to the center can continue.

What would you do if you had the chance to be invisible? Would you mess with people’s minds? Or would you mess with them physically? Or even…sexually? Well, here’s my story about what I did with one week of unparalleled freedom.

I was 17 years old at the time, a mere 3 months from graduating from high school. Now, I had never been a bad looking guy, yet somehow I had trouble with girls. I never got past 2nd base with a girl, and I was getting really anxious for something more. Now I had my chance.

I woke up one morning, and to my surprise I couldn’t see myself. I looked down and there was nothing there, not a trace of me. At first I was a bit weirded out, but given an hour or two I calmed down and realized that this was an awesome gift. Now I could do all the things I’d always wanted and would never get caught.
First things first, I wanted an awesome ride. So I casually walked down to the nearest Porsche dealership, and while a salesman was about to take a customer for a test drive, I stole the 911 Turbo and took off. I’d never felt such freedom, it was an amazing experience. I came to school late and sauntered through the halls. What was I going to do with my newfound powers? Hmmm…

I spotted Mark Grayson, the biggest asshole in school. He was standing in with some really hot girls, charming and wonderful to them as always. I decided to maybe…mess with him a bit. First, I flicked his ears. He spazzed out and flailed around, ready to pummel whoever did that. When he saw no one, he turned back to his conversation. I suppressed a laugh, and decided to go further. I dropped to my knees and pantsed him. The girls broke out into hysterical laughter, all pointing at his small penis while he desperately tried to pull his shorts back up. He ran off to the bathroom, yelling and practically crying.

Ahhh, so fun, so fun. As the girls walked off to class, I had an idea. I came up behind of one them, Jenny, a hot blonde cheerleader with huge tits and a perfect ass. First I pinched her ass. She turned around, but saw no one behind her. She shrugged it off and continued walking. Then I came up behind her, pressed myself to her, and grabbed her boobs from behind. I quickly let go as she quickly darted around, a look of pure disgust on her face, her arms raised and mouth open. Her friends came to her side.

“What’s the matter?” they asked.
“I…someone…” she stuttered as she saw no one was there. I tried hard not to laugh. I loved the power, the sense of invincibility.

Her anger turned to frustration, and she quickly walked off to class, her friends trailing behind. I sauntered the halls, tripping people, pinching girls’ asses, occasionally groping a nice set of tits or two, and overall causing a lot of confusion and hilarious accusations. I soon became bored with it all, and decided to fuck with someone while they were in class.

I entered into Mr. Marshall’s English class. Mr. Marshall had his back turned to the class, writing something on the board. I quickly scoped out everyone in the room. To my delight, Jenny was sitting in the back row, between Mark and one of her other girlfriends, Anna. Anna was another cheerleader, with brown hair, big titties, and a great body.

I couldn’t decide which one of the two girls I wanted to fuck with first. I stood in front of each of them, examining their positions and their apparel. Jenny was scantily clad in a midriff-baring Hollister t-shirt, and tight blue jeans. Her legs were crossed, and she was writing something in her notebook. Anna was sexily dressed in a low-cut Abercrombie shirt that showed off her nice cleavage, and a mini-skirt. Her legs were crossed as well, as she didn’t want anyone to see between. It wasn’t gonna keep me from seeing.

I got down on my knees and crawled under her desk. I pried her legs apart, instantly making her jump in her seat. She tried to put them back together, but I held them apart, then stuck my head under her skirt and pulled aside her panties with my teeth. I began tonguing her pussy playfully. She now practically screamed and writhed all over the place. The entire class was staring at her, and Mr. Marshall asked, “Anna? What’s wrong?”

She was now jumping and trying to feel under her desk for what was going on as I stuck my tongue deep in her snatch. I squeezed her legs and stroked her thighs. She was now breathing heavily and unable to speak.

Mr. Marshall became incredibly worried and rushed to her side, afraid she was having a medical problem. I was now eating her out furiously, almost getting her to climax. Then, just as Mr. Marshall was about to help her out of her seat, she tensed, her pussy began throbbing, and she screamed insanely loud. The entire class was taken aback. I pulled myself out of her pussy and stood over her. She was now panting, unable to cross her legs, gripping the desk and staring down between her legs.

I chuckled, then leaned over and gently kissed her lips. She jumped back, darting her eyes in every direction, completely freaked out. I was getting a real kick out of this. Hmm, what would happen if I just…

I reached for her tits and tore off her shirt. She screamed and covered herself up, crying and falling out of her seat. The entire class erupted into shouts, laughter, with fingers pointing and mouths to the floor. She ran out of the room, crying and screaming. I just laughed and walked out.

The next day, I had even more fun. At lunch, Jenny stood in line with a crowd of geeks behind her. I came up and squeezed her tits hard, then backed away. She flipped around, glaring at the geeks with her mouth wide open. The geek in front, a tall skinny kid with bad acne and thick glasses, just smiled his retainer smile. She became furious. She slugged him right in the face, then kicked him as hard as she could in the balls.

He grabbed his groin, yelping and dropping to his knees. She then kneed him in the face, dropping him to the ground. He cried like a baby, curled up in the fetal position, nursing his damaged groin and bloody nose.

Campus security saw the whole thing, and grabbed Jenny. She began screaming about how he groped her, so she had to kick him in the nuts. I laughed hysterically. I came up to her again, and again fondled her big titties. I massaged them and squeezed them, and she went wide-eyed and screamed. Security was taken aback by her. She flailed out and knocked my hands away, then covered up her boobs, looking around in every direction.

Ahhh, the joys of power while invisible.

That night I followed Jenny to her house. She was shaken up, so she decided to take a shower and calm down. I quietly followed her upstairs to her bathroom. I sat on the counter and watched her undress, grinning from ear to ear. First she removed her shirt, revealing her huge boobs in a white bra. She stared at herself in the mirror, unaware she was really staring at me. She then slid off her skirt, showing off her beautiful legs and ass in a thong. She twisted the knobs for the shower and let it heat up. She unhooked her bra and tossed it on the ground. My mouth dropped, I had never seen such beautiful hooters before. Then she slipped off her thong, showing her shaved, gorgeous pink pussy. She got into the shower and drew the curtain.

I hopped off the counter and pulled some invisible duct tape out of my pocket. I stripped naked, then quietly slipped into the shower with her. First, I took a piece of tape and secured it over her mouth. She wigged out, flailing everywhere. I grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides. Then I pressed myself to her and whispered, “Just relax. You’ll enjoy this.”

Her eyes widened with fear. I turned her around and began kissing down her neck. She wasn’t sure what to do, she was paralyzed with fear. I kissed down her neck to her tits. I began licking and kissing and sucking her nipples, then nibbled. I shoved my face between them and rubbed it around, then suckled her nipples a bit more. She now began to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. I kissed down her flat stomach to her pussy, then licked and fingered it. She now became totally relaxed and let me do whatever I wanted. I kissed back up her body and took the tape off her mouth. I kissed passionately, and she loved it. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around me, and feeling something there locked on. She now kissed me back, sure that this wasn’t a dream. She began feeling my body with her hands, down to my throbbing hard-on. She figured out its shape and size by feel, and apparently was not disappointed.

As we kissed, I reached down and grabbed her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me and slid down onto my cock. We began bouncing up and down, her pussy throbbing around my dick. I sucked her tits, as they were right at my face level. We bounced and throbbed and fucked, all the while moaning in pure pleasure. She opened her eyes and could make out my form under the streaming water. She smiled and closed her eyes again.

I pumped her harder, faster. She began panting, moaning louder and louder. Then it hit me. With my face buried in her massive tits, my hands gripping her voluptuous ass, I tensed up then blew a huge load of invisible cum into her hot throbbing pussy. She climaxed as well, screaming and scratching my invisible back. We settled down, I let her off of me, then I got out of the shower and dried myself off. She slid down to her ass in the tub, breathing heavily. I looked at her and smiled, then walked out of the bathroom and out of the house.

Over the next few days, I came to her house and fucked her silly in all sorts of ways. In her bed, in her car, in the kitchen, on the sofa, in the pool, on the stairs, doggy style, missionary, anal, titty fucking, blowjobs, you name it we did it. She loved every second of it.

Then came the day that I turned visible again. I went to Jenny’s house and told her the whole story. She just smiled and then fucked my brains out on the living room floor. I guess I got past 2nd base, huh?

Katt was 15 with short black hair C-Cup breasts and firm ass, Kara was 14 with long black hair small A-cup breasts and a round ass. Katt and Kara were incestous sisters they don’t remember when or how it all started they’ve always enjoyed exploring each others bodies however that aside they still have time for boys in there lives. Now they live with only there father Mike who was 42 with a nice build ad an 8″ dick he also has an incestous relationship with the Katt and Kara giving them “special” kisses every night there lives were in perfect harmony until Darren 14 with a somewhat girlish figure and a small 4″ dick came to live with them for 2 months.
When Darren first got to the house Mike and Katt were in the bedroom making love so Kara who was peacefully tanning on the porch was the only one who heard it so she got up not even noticing that all she was wearing was a thong considering she hated the tan lines a top would leave so Kara opened the door to see Darren one of her cousins standing at the front door so she just acted normally asking him why he was here when she noticed he was looking at her face he was staring a little lower looking down Kara noticed she was topless and quickly using one arm to cover herself then using the other to lift his head and tell him “I’m up here buddy, now why are you here” so Darren explained he would be here for 2 months. So Kara let him in and brought him to the spare room and told him to unpack while she got her father who she easily found fucking her sister in the ass so she broke them up by piniching her dads balls once they stopped Kara explained everything about Darren to them who didn’t believe her by what she was wearing until they heard someone downstairs and they quickly threw there clothes on as fast as they could as Kara threw on a t-shirt and Katt put her clothes back on following her father downstairs to Darren where then preceeded to talk about whats new and Mike decided that considering how long he was staying and he was family so he decided to let him share a room with the girls. Mike then told the girls to go grab Darrens stuff and bring it to there room as he gave Darren the tour. after everything was moved and the tour had made it to the girls room Darren was amazed it was huge it must have been built to be a living room or something because even with 2 people living in it looking from side to side he saw 2 twin beds separated by a nightstand, dressers, and a desk on the floor there were matts in one corner of the room and clothes all over.
Katt made a bed out of the the mats while Kara picked up some of the clothes. After Darren was settled in with his bed, Katt,Kara, and Darren went out to get a good look round town and show Darren wqhat there was way out here in the counrty but on there way to town the girls were amazed every animal they passed wether it was a stray dos, fox, or a deer they all scared Darren and not just make him uneasy were talking full on scared hiding behind the girls for protection. The girls noticed this instantly and thought about having some fun so they took a bit of a scenic route passed blue valley which was infamously known around here for always having big black bears living there and as soon as Darren saw this he pissed his pants and started to cry out hes going to die as he ran awayit didn’t take the girls to long catachup to him where they then walked him back homebut when they got there the girls walked him up to there room and lied him down on his bed. This is when he first noticed the girls being lovinglyas they took his shoes and then his pants and boxers saying that since he had wet himself he smelled of piss and they weren’t putting up with that. When his dick was exposed he immediately tried to cover it but Katt forced his hands away saying he’s still covered in piss as she gently began to wipe up the mess with what appeared to be a baby wipe making sure to get all of the piss off of his dick as Katt began to stroke it she became furious when she noticed just how small it was fully erect stroking as hard and fast as she could just then Kara came back in the room with what looked to be this giant colorful bag which was put down next to him. He didn’t even notice she was gone and didn’t know when she left as soon as Kara sat down he couldn’t take it any longer and he cummed this made Katt even more mad shes sitting there cleaning him and he has the nerve to have a small dick and then while shes trying to overlook that he goes and makes another mess she couldn’t take it Katt got up and left the room as Kara reached into the bag and picked up a fresh wipe cleaning Darren just as thouroughly as her sister but stopping every now and then to tickle him. When she was finished she told him to lift his legsso he did feeling some type cusion as he came back down unsure of what it was Kara then parted his legs a little thenreached between them grabbing the other end of the cusioned material and bringing it up to then connect it at the sides he sat up to see what it was and looked down and he saw a diaper he instantly tryed to take it off but Kara stopped him holding his hands she couldn’t feed him like this so she called Katt who arrived in seconds and was instructed to feed him so she grabbed one of the bottles out of the bag and tried to feed him but he refused and kept struggling so Katt took matters into her own hands forcing him over her lap ripping the diaper off and spanked him as hard as she could as he screamed and wailed when she stopped she noticed that she ripped the diaper when she pulled it off and grabbed another from the bag and began putting it on him as she said “you really should cooperate as long as you act like a baby you’ll be treated like a baby. But babies do grow up you know. Besides didn’t you notice when we went out it was almost a 10-minute walk to get to other houses no one will come.” “Your father” he interupted after hearing that she lfted his legs again before connecting the diaper to give him one last spank saying “who do you think Kara got the bag from he won’t help you. After hearing that Darren stopped struggling and would do anything to get out of the diaper so he accepted the bottle and Kara played games with him until he fell asleep. Kara and Katt using this time to celebrate there new baby by having some fun themselves taking off each others clothes sucking on nipples and rubbing clits after they each had an orgasm and slowly fell asleep.

I grew up as a military brat moving around airforce bases all over the world. My favourite memories are from Heidelburg AFB in Germany. I can remember all the fun we american kids use to have with the German kids everyday after school in a small German neighborhood just outside the gates of the base.

The German kids were a few years older than my friends and I but that never made a difference. We were foreigners and the Germans were fascinated with us and us with them especially the oldest boy Marky who was about 16. Marky was tall well built and was on the rugby team at his school. His chissled jaw, bulging baskett and huge hands kept me up at night dreaming of the day I would get the nerve to entice him to grope me or anything sexual to fulfill my lust for him. All us kids jumped on Marky and rough housed with him and he would chase us, pin us down, make us eat grass and tickle us into hysterics. We could never get enough.

One day it was just Marky and I taking a walk along the ditches where we would catch crawdads, snakes and sometimes fish. He kicked one of my feet trying to trip me but was unsuccessful. I thought to myself, it´s now or never. I said outloud look a snake! When he whipped his head around I went right for that huge baskett between his legs and squeezed it as hard as I could. I felt his cock jerk almost to errection in my hand. He almost caught my arm but I was able to yank loose and started running towards an old workshead we kids use to hangout at. He was chasing me and getting closer yelling to me with a thick German accent “I´m gonna get you good for that, you know you can´t get away from me.”

All of the sudden I felt his massive hand on my shoulder grabbing hold of my shirt and tugging at it to slow me down. I struggled like a dog trying to get free from a leash giggling and screaming “ok you win, you win Marky, it was just a joke!”. At that moment I felt his arm wrap around my torso and his other hand come between my legs cupping my dick and balls and hoist me up in mid air. My cock jumped so fast it ached. My heart was pounding out of my chest I could hardly breathe. I was in complete exstacy and never wanted this moment to end. I twisted my head and looked into his big blue eyes giggling and said “ok Marky, please put me down now, you got me”. He looked at me with this sly half grin started chewing his gum, shook his head and said “not a chance!”

He carried me with his hand still craddling my crotch squeezing and groping me along the way so by the time we reached the shead I had a raging hardon and my underwear was saturated with precum. When he finally put me down he didn´t turn me loose. He reached around with both hands squeezing my balls and stroking my dick really hard yanking them up and down punching and spanking my groin with intermittant tickling and jabs to my ribs. During my giggling fits I begged him to stop to no avail so I reached behind me and grabbed his baskett for the second time and felt his huge rock hard cock in my hand. He said “auhh you little shit! Now I´m gonna get you reeeeal good with my rubber gloves!”

He dragged me over to the back end of the shed and opened up a work cabinet where inside hung some old tools and a huge pair of elbow long thick black rubber gloves. He took some white silk rope hanging on the wall and started tieing my hands to a vice at the end of the work table. I was getting a little nervous until he asked me if the rope was tied to tight. I said no but what are you going to do you´re scaring me. He said don´t be scared, I´m not gonna hurt you. But you´ve been a bad boy and I´m gonna milk ya real good to punish you! Then I knew exactly what he was gonna do and what the rubber gloves were for. I said very unconvincingly, “Marky no please don´t, oh come on you´re not really going to are you?” Sill chewing his gum he just grinned and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down around my ankles along with my underwear. I continued to giggle and plead as he brought the gloves over to me and made me breathe in to them and smell the rubber. The whoppling sound from the gloves made me so horny and more precum oozed from my cock and the way he handled and squeezed the gloves rubbing them on my balls and staring me directly in my eyes with that sinister grin and gum smacking, I knew he was enjoying it as much as I was.

He proceeded to pull the gloves over his huge hands and stretch them up to his dry buised elbows to a snap then clinched his fists to make sure they were tight. Then he took out a can of motor grease and lubed up the gloves and approached me. He grabbed my dick and balls at the same time stroking them and getting them all greased up and started massaging and kneading my balls and glidding his smooth gloved hand up and down my cock. My mouth was watering and I couldn´t help but stand on my toes and my hole body was shaking. He tossed his hair out of his eyes looked at me and said “I know you like that rubber don´t you boy”. In that momment I heaved and fought to keep from yelling as my feet went cold and I felt the nerves in my scalp pulling downward and first I squirted several huge cum drops that went in his face on his chest and over his shoulder then pumped out a small pool of cum that dripped off the rubber onto the dirt floor.

After he was sure he had squeezed every last drop of cum from my balls and milked it from my cock, he dropped his jeans and mixed more grease with my cum on the gloves and began beating off squeezing his balls and in literally just seconds squirted all over me panting and moaning.

This by far was the best orgasm I´ve ever had in my life. I often reflect back on it when jacking off. Needless to say I love the feel of rubber and have owned rubber gloves and underwear since I was old enough to get them. But now I´m the one milking the dudes!

A few years back I got a job working at a senior citizen’s center. The pay was good, the work was easy, and I got a chance to check out all the senior ass hanging around. As a young man I had already developed a voracious taste for older women, the older the better. The aging grannies walking around were no exception- full, fat asses that hadn’t had any good attention in years. I can’t tell you how many times I had to run to the bathroom to stroke my aching cock, the images of big, sagging tits, and juicy granny asses on my mind the whole time. Every now and again one of the these prime ladies would jokingly flirt with me, not knowing the dirty things I would do to her if I had the chance. I wonder if they knew that I was walking around with a raging hardon. Needless to say, I had a great job!

Every Thursday the center held a dance to raise funds. Seniors from all over would attend. A live band was brought in, and all the ladies got dolled up- I mean, really dolled up. I would damn near blow serious loads in my pants as I watched the elderly ladies gyrating around to the music in low cut dresses and tight pantsuits. I couldn’t keep my eyes off all the ass in the room. Even though some of these women were old enough to be my grandma, I wanted to grab one and fuck the shit out of her!! By the time the dance ended I would find myself in the bathroom stroking away and wishing for some elderly pussy. So was my fate until the day I met Edie.
Edie showed up to the dance one day, and boy was she a looker! She was tall, a little chunky, and had really long, curvy legs. She wore a long skirt that hid what looked to be a nice, round ass that swayed back and forth when she walked. Her tits were just as nice, full and round, and I occasionally got a glimpse of some nice cleavage when she passed. I knew that I needed to have this statuesque beauty. I was totally turned on by her, in spite of the cane she used when she walked or the blond wig she wore to cover her thinning hair.
One Thursday I worked up the nerve to ask Edie if she wanted to dance. Much to my surprise, she agreed.

Now was my chance to get my arms around her. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor, leaving her cane behind. I wrapped my arms around her and we glided across the dance floor. Her tits pressed against my chest, feeling full and heavy. I caressed her lower back, squeezing her body hard against mine. It was then that I started to get hard, my prick standing at attention. At first I was embarrassed and hoped that she wouldn’t notice, but it was unavoidable. As our bodies bumped together to the music, my giant bulge pushed against her abdomen. She looked at me surprised at first, then she smiled. Who knows what she was thinking having a young man’s hard cock pushed rudely against her!
Our weekly dances continued for some time, and Edie and I became more familiar with each other. She told me about her kids and grandkids, and how she had lost her husband some time back. When she told me her age (seventy-five!) it blew me away. I couldn’t believe that a woman her age made me so horny. She would sometimes wear pantsuits that would show off her incredible ass and tits. All the men would approach her, but she saved her dances for me.
Week after week went by, and the same ritual played itself out. I couldn’t wait to gyrate my swollen pecker against Edie’s soft body and feel her full tits pressed against me, and then running to the bathroom to stroke myself off, the whole time thinking about Edie’s nice ass.
All things have to come to an end eventually, and I received a transfer to another facility. I knew that I had to do something in order to continue seeing Edie. There was no way I was going to spend my days stroking off wad after wad without being able to touch her. So on my last Thursday at work, I told Edie I was leaving, and I asked her for her phone number. She immediately offered it to me, and a smile came across my face. Who knew what was in store for me???
I called Edie that Saturday and had a pleasant conversation. I was surprised when she suggested that I come over sometime. I told her that I wasn’t busy and that I wouldn’t mind coming over that night. She said fine and that I should come by around eight. I set out to get ready-just like a nervous kid on his prom night. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but the raging hard on between my legs had other ideas!

When I got to Edie’s that night she was wearing black pants that showed off her ass nicely. Her full rounded granny ass strained against the fabric of her pants, giving me a good view of her panties. She wore a whit blouse cut low, her cleavage jiggling as she moved around the room, offering me a seat.
Edie offered me a drink and disappeared, giving me a chance to look around the room. I looked at a picture of her when she was much younger—this was definitely a beautiful woman, dark brown eyes and a pretty smile. Her husband must have been all over her, her ass and tits probably much firmer back then.

Edie returned with a couple of beers and some whiskey. We had a few drinks, and started to feel more comfortable with each other. As the night went on, I started to think more and more about making a move on her., but wasn’t sure how this seventy-five year old would respond. So I suggested we dance. Edie put some music on, and I took her hand-just like old times. As we moved around her living room I could smell her sweet perfume lightly sprayed on her neck. I got hard thinking about how she had put on perfume to see me, and my wood became evident as it once again pushed against her. She smiled but didn’t say anything. Finally, I had all I could take. I planted my lips against hers and kissed her gently. She responded with some soft kisses of her own. I then let my hands slide down the small of her back and let them come to rest on her soft behind. Giving her ass a nice, firm squeeze, I continued to kiss her. Sensing no resistance, I decided the time was right and suggested we go upstairs to bed. She said yes right away, and, still shocked at my luck, I followed her upstairs to her bedroom.

Once there, she told me to take off my clothes and get in bed, she definitely didn’t want to waste any time. She disappeared into another part of the house to change. After a few minutes she returned wearing a sexy silk camisole, a lacy black bra, and a pair of sexy black “granny” panties. Before she climbed into bed with me I caught a glimpse of her body. Her tits were a s full and round as I had imagined them, they strained at the fabric of her bra, begging to be set free. Her panties covered a set of full hips where a pair of nice, thick legs ended. Her ass was a nice round shape, not bad for a woman in her seventies. Edie climbed into bed with me and moved closer, her hand reaching down to stroke my now enormous cock. She smiled and raved about how hard, long, and thick it was. We started to make out and pet heavily, my hands roamed all over her body. I reached down and rubbed her pussy through her panties, and I could feel her getting very wet. Unhooking the clasps of her bra was no problem as her breasts popped out, one by one. I took each one in my mouth and sucked her hard nipples as my hand worked her cunt into a moist lather.
I slid her lacy panties down and stood back to take a good look. Her fat pussy lips were moist and swollen; her hard clit peeked out from underneath her hood, throbbing with excitement. She had a small mound of pubic hair, not too thick, and her pussy smelled really good, nice and musky, ready for some cock. Putting my hands under her knees I pushed her legs up and open and buried my face in her snatch.
Edie moaned softly as if this was the first time she had a tongue in her pussy. I licked her fat pussy lips, talking each one in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on them. I stuck my tongue up her twat as far a s I could and licked all around. She tasted sweet, no indication of her age, she tasted like a sweet little 18 year old. I took her entire swollen clit in my mouth and flickered it all around with the tip of my tongue. Edie continued to moan loudly, I could tell she was completely enjoying herself. I flicked at her clit, biting it gently with my lips and sucking on it. I wondered how many other men had been in my position before, licking this tasty pussy.

After about an hour of giving her pussy a good tongue lashing Edie grabbed the back of my head, shoving it hard against her pussy. She let out a loud moan and came all over my face. Her cum flowed like a faucet, running down the inside of her legs and into the crack of her pink asshole. I continued to circle my tongue all around her slit as she came, doing my best to drink down as much of her love juice as I could. When I finally came up for air I noticed that she had tears in her eyes, apparently she had come really hard, and she left a giant wet spot on the mattress. By now my cock had grown tired of waiting. I stopped to suck on her tits for a little while, and then positioned myself between her legs. I pushed my cockhead against her opening and slowly pushed it in.
I can still remember how soft and wet she was. Her pussy was smooth as silk, and warm. It felt so goddam good to be fucking this elderly nymph. I thrusted into her slowly, giving her constant, steady, deep and firm strokes. Edie put her hands on my ass cheeks and squeezed, a moan coming from deep inside her throat. Her pussy was remarkably tight, swallowing my dick as it slid in and out of her.

I could feel her getting wetter and wetter by the moment as I pushed my cock in as far as it would go.

I had to be gentle on her elderly pussy. She wasn’t able to take a solid, hard fucking anymore. She needed some tenderness from a cock, and I was able to provide it for her. I could feel her cum flowing out again as she had a solid orgasm. I continued my thrusting as cum poured out from her, moistening my pubes and cock.

Usually I can last for a good while when the fucking is as gentle as this—but her pussy was too soft, sending me into a dizzying state of ecstasy. I was lost in every inch of her warm snatch. Finally I shot a giant load deep in her snatch, and we both lie there motionless unable to move.
Edie then shocked the shit out of me when she asked if I was ready to go again. What a horny bitch I scored on.!! She reached down and touched my dick, delighted that it was still rock hard after filling her snatch with cum. She then went down and stuck my dick in her mouth, sucking me to a solid erection. It was amazing to be having such an old woman sucking so feverishly on my pecker. Once I was hard again I got back into position and fucked her to orgasm. This dirty little scene played itself over and over again. I was amazed by the stamina that this elderly woman possessed. We fucked until the break of dawn, with my new lover cumming over and over.

Edie and I continued to get together after that, both of us knowing that there was no real relationship to be had except for a good friendship with some good old-fashioned fucking.

My husband and I have been married for almost four years now. The thing he liked the best about me was the fact that I was a little bit of a freak, but still the nice girl that he could take home to his mother. We have always had a very honest relationship, and from the beginning, he knew two things about me…I like to submit to a more dominant man, and I liked to be punished.

I was a young supervisor at work, in a line where I probably should have been a male. All of my employees were male, and had the muscular build to do the job needed. Of course I started in on the fantasies from almost the very beginning. Don’t even ask how one of my guys and I even started talking about sex, I don’t remember. He was sure to tell me from the beginning that he had an open relationship with his girlfriend, and that he would be more than willing to show me how open he could be. Thoughts racing to all of the things I would like him to show me, I still played it off as innocent flirting since I was a married woman, and few of the people I had met around our rinky dink town were into what I was.

My guy and I kept up our banter and teasing, while I grew more and more hot and bothered. I thought I was hiding the attraction from him pretty well, but I was in for a surprise. He was talking about tying me up one day so that he could be the boss. I shot back that even hog tied he could never be no match for me. He smacked my ass and told me that he could make me laugh, cry and scream for his mercy, while begging him to do more. The look in his eyes told me that my reaction was not what he expected. From then on I knew that it was only a matter of time before my fantasy would come true.
After being very sexually frustrated for a couple of weeks, finally I made the move. About five minutes after the hubbie left for work, I was dialing my guy, telling him that someone should really make me pay for having such nasty thoughts about one of my employees. His knock at the door ten minutes later told me he was only to ready to help me with that.

We shared some very passionate kissed immediately after the door was closed behind him. He drew back, and asked me how long I had been thinking about fucking him. Just about since the first time I had seen him without his shirt on, truth be told. Next thing I know, he was sitting on the couch, I was laying across his lap with my bare pussy making puddles. He asked me to tell him all of the details about what I wanted from him. I admitted that I wanted him to spank my ass so hard that the only way he could fuck me was from behind because I could no longer sit or lay on my back. I almost regretted my forwardness, but he did give me fair warning, so I could never say that it wasn’t my choice. But after I gave my consent, it was no longer in my hands. He spanked me lightly for a little while, getting my frustrated. I wanted him to tear into me! He started going harder, and harder, telling me what a dirty little slut I was, fucking the help while my husband was off working. And I did feel so slutty, which made me wetter even yet. He slipped a long finger deep into my pussy, straining at the walls, stretching me to my limits. He spanked and thumped my tiny little clit until streams of my cum flowed over his hands. He spread my ass cheeks, and stared in on my tight little asshole. And yes, by this time, I was begging for his mercy while demanding that he not stop.

Now, I am a small woman, and have grown used to being with my husband, who, I hate to say, came no where near the length or width of this guy. But by this time, I would not have hesitated to take him into any hole of my body! And of course, he knew that, probably better than even I did. He asked me how my ass felt, and how did I want him to fuck me. My ass cheeks were wonderfully swollen and sore, and I begged him to fuck me from behind. But that was clearly not in him plan. He threw me to the floor, ginding my tender ass into the carpet. In one giant plunge, he was to the tilt inside me. I was gasping for breath within a few minutes. He pinced my nipples so hard, I thought they would never go back to normal. He slapped my breast so hard, they were already bruising by the time he had fucked me through. I had never felt so humiliated or satisfied in my whole life. And it was the perfect timing that my husband was going on a long fishing trip with his buddies so that the bruises will be goin before he even sees them. But who knows, maybe we will tell him. He might have the same reaction my guy’s girlfriend did and join in….but that would be a different story!