10 comments/ 80658 views/ 61 favorites An Empty Hole By: gber1 "its not working out im breaking up w/ u" The last text he got from his girlfriend that Friday was heavy. It sank, like the hull of a battered battleship, drifting towards the bottomless, cold abyss of his heart. The teen took it hard, harder than most. His emotions flared, rapidly responding to the sinking ship. He tried as much as he could to stop the watering of his eyes, trying to blink away his feelings. There were not a lot of things that didn't affect the male. He was notorious, ever since he was a toddler, for his ever-constant flow of sensitivity to the most minor things. His parents were always there to cradle him, tell him it'd be all better, or to punish his wrong doing and send him deeper down. He was a shy looking boy, reclusive to even his closest friends. He began reflecting on how she made him laugh, the time he spent kissing her, and touching her. How she made him leave his room and peeled him off of his computer, away from his games and into the world. And how much he wished she would just let him play his video games in peace. His eyes leaked onto his pant leg, wetting a small drop of tear into the fabric of his dark blue jeans. He hated the feeling of weakness; it caused him unlimited grief with his peers. The more he thought about it, the worse it got. The teen decided to shove his mind into the internet. He checked his Facebook, if for nothing else then to distract himself. Various pictures floated down his feed, minutes past. His girlfriend posted a picture. "Chilllliiinnggg with my man!!!!" Her petite, round face was pressed up against the cheek of an athletic senior, who looked very pleased with himself. They both smiled brightly, and it was receiving likes from a crowd of internet lurkers, and various other high school girls leaving comments "Ooomg! You're dating him? That's amazing! I'm so happy for you!" He closed that tab, staring emptily at his computer screen as he pondered his next move. His door echoed with the sound of knuckles rasping against the wood. "Hey. Can I come in?" A familiar feminine voice questioned. "Not now, Mum." He didn't have the tact to hide his emotions, and didn't appreciate affection from his mother. The door opened intrusively, his average sized red-haired mother walked into the room, resting her hand on the knob of the door and slouched slightly against it. She titled her head, an expression of curiosity and worry streaked in her eyes and the way her eyebrows formed. "Honey, are you okay?" The male turned his attention back to his computer screen; a small curtain of raven colored hair covered his eyes from sight. "I'm fine." "Good." She announced, firmly, continuing almost immediately. "She was a slut anyway. Why don't you find a nicer girl on that OkValentine website or something? I think you'd be better off with a more mature girl." He hung his head in shame. "It's OkayCupid, Mum." "Well, whatever." She threw her hands at her son, and began to close his door as she made an exit. "Just try to get out of the house, a bit more. Don't shack up in here just because some stupid high school girl made the biggest mistake of her life." He sighed in relief as the lock of his door clicked, and his door was closed. She was a colorful one, and managed to succeed in making him feel a bit better about himself. He couldn't help but at least google the streamlined dating website. The simple design poked his curious coding side, and the male learned to appreciate it for what it tried to accomplish. But what did he really want? To replace his girlfriend? Not exactly. He felt inadequate, almost empty. As if he had temporarily lost his way, his motivation. Something was missing, and it was unique. He didn't know if it would be replaceable. The teen needed a hole to be filled; he just didn't know which one. For the sake of 'oh well, fuck it', the male signed himself up onto the website and filled out a basic profile. Thankfully, he just narrowly made the age requirement for the site, his eighteenth birthday was just a few weeks ago. He listed his height, five feet and ten inches, and a slim one hundred and twenty pounds. Through several prompts, he uploaded a picture of the black haired, petite looking face he carried. His skin was slightly pale and clear of common blemishes and pimples that covered the face of his teen peers, his cheek bones were angled femininely, giving off a girlish look. His eyes were large, brown orbs of gooey emotion. He was a much softer, smaller looking male, probably equal to any girl that was his age. His hair dangled below his eyebrows, slightly blocking his eye sight in this instance, and his hair was touching the middle of his neck in soft locks. The background was a dark room, mostly everything past his outline not visible. He read it over, several times, and decided that it was good enough. He pushed himself away from his desk, and walked out of his room, several small tasks on his mind. How he had spent such a long time away from his computer, the male will never know. He walked into his room several hours later, after a few detours and delayed events. The male plopped down into his computer chair, sighing gleefully, as he was now ready to begin a night long trek into Horde territory with his guild. As he shook his mouse, the screen blinked alive, and showed his OkCupid page that he had temporarily forgotten he had made. "bigmama24 has sent you a message. You should reply to her!" At first, he thought the name was signaling that it was a larger girl, but as he examined the picture next to the name, he noticed she was of a normal weight. He checked the message that she sent. "Hey, I saw your profile, and you look really cute. I'd love to get to know you. Here's my number, if you want to talk to me. I'll be up all night, so don't be afraid to give me a call ;)" He was surprised that someone that was quite attractive was already messaging him. After a few instant messages to his guild members, telling them to start without him, he was nervously staring at his phone. The male was afraid to mess this up, not be interesting enough, or stumble over his words clumsily. He was already racking his mind as to what to say. After a half hour of deliberation, he simply pressed the call button without thinking about it, and put it to his ear. A ringing began, and soon ended. A short pause, then a very girlish, "Hello?" Broke the silence. The two started a slightly lengthy conversation, and awhile later the woman paused, and giggled slightly. "I'm a little hot right now..." She slowly rubbed her free hand against her clothed breast, smiling as she listened to the boy breath. "Okay..." He wasn't sure if she was speaking literally or figuratively, so he waited for her follow-up. "Are you hungry?" She questioned, seemingly out of nowhere, and with no direction. "Um..." He chuckled for a moment. "Kind of... why?" "Because, I was wondering if you would like to get something to eat with me." She finished off the sentence quickly, after hesitating on a few words. "Right now? I... don't have a car." He was unsure of this. "I can come pick you up soon. I can pay too; it's just that I'm a bit lonely. My work takes up a lot of my time." She bit her lip, hopeful that she could sway him. "Alright then. I'll text you my address." "Great!" She said her farewells, and hung up the phone. The teen immediately raced to take a shower, not knowing how much time he would have. If he had to guess, she was only so eager to meet him, so soon, because she was looking for something similar to a one night stand. He wasn't about to walk unprepared into a great situation. Even if he was wrong, it would be nice to talk to someone in person, and maybe forget about his ex. He waited eagerly, sitting down at his computer and staring blankly at its screen, holding his phone in his hand, waiting for the feeling of a vibration. The male got excited, perhaps he was just a horn-dog that took the entire conversation wrong, but it felt like he was going to have a fun night. His pants grew slightly, making room for his mounting thoughts and dominating heat that filled his loins. The teen took a quick look at his private computer files, almost gaining a full e- Vrrrm. The vibrate. He glanced at the phone between his legs, seeing a small bulge in his blue jeans and a message. "I'm outside." He fought with his feelings, allowing his eagerness to deflate before he replied. Hopping out of the seat, he walked through his empty hallway and living room, leaving the house at eleven o'clock at night without a single care in the world. He closed the door behind him, spotting a black, luxury looking car, smoke slowly drifting out of the exhaust. The male swiftly approached the car, and the passenger door opened for him. He caught a look at a softly tanned arm, as he glanced at the driver. It was a beautiful, striking, light blonde woman dressed in a silky crimson dress, just barely reaching her knees. It was firm, tight around her chest, showing off the size of her breasts. She had a big, devious looking smirk on her face, the kind you'd see on someone who just had a sick fantasy fulfilled. "Hey!" The male said, as he sat down in the seat next to her, closing the door and forcing the cabin of the car into darkness, the glow of the dashboard flashing on her chest. "Wow, you're adorable." She looked back to the road, a now satisfied look on her face. "Your picture doesn't do you justice." He softly blushed. "Thanks. You look great." And really dressed up. "Thanks. I just got back from a big gig with my boss. He likes to strut around eye candy while he does his business." She pulled away from his house, driving down the road steadily. "I see." He observed silently. "My names' Sam, by the way." He realized that they never exchanged names. "That's such a cute name." She smiled again. She peeled a hand away from the steering wheel momentarily, picking up a soft drink from the cup holder, handing it to the male. "Here, I got you a drink." He grabbed the bottom of the cold drink. "Oh, thanks." His hand felt the wetness, from the condensation. It had been sitting there the entire car ride over here, maybe longer. Sam wrapped his lips around the straw, pulling the liquid into his mouth. It tasted like an unidentifiable cola, but good, in some ways. It had an odd, burning aftertaste and a strong smell. He took just a few swigs, surprisingly thirsty, before setting it down. "I'm sorry I took so long getting here, I got lost. I think everything's closed now. I could make you something at my place." She flung her hand up off the steering wheel once her second sentence ended, emphasizing emotion. She seemed moderately distressed. "That's fine, whatever works." This even further pushed the notion that she was looking for some intimate time. He could only assume. The car ride was long, maybe an hour or close to it, and mostly spent in silence as she fiddled with her GPS and paid attention to the signs, getting on and off the freeway, taking back roads and various mess ups. Eventually, he didn't even have a clue where they were going or how far they went. Over the course of the drive, Sam drank almost the entire drink, his mouth suspiciously dry. "Okay, we're here! Finally, heh." She parked in the driveway of a brown, second-story house with a comfortable amount of lawn space, mostly by itself on a corner. The two left the car, approaching the house which already had several lights on and an unlocked door. The woman opened the door for herself, and held it open for her companion. They were greeted to a respectably sized kitchen, which took the entire back of the house in space, and led into the living room, which took up the rest of the space, except for a small single bathroom that was fashioned under the stairs. "I forgot to mention that my roommate's home, Sam. She's very nice though, I hope you don't mind." Her high heels clicked as they walked across the tile. For a moment, all his hopes were crushed. For a moment, until his head began spinning with ideas. Almost on cue, a black skinned female, wearing a rainbow colored headband/hat in her braided hair, a black bra with a small hole in between the laces that held the cups firmly against her breasts, and a pair of shorts, which ended at her mid-thigh walked into the living room from the stairs. The size of her chest and the design of her underwear made it seem as though her jiggling jugs could burst out from their entrapment at any moment. Sam's head started spinning, his head began pounding. He placed a hand on the counter. "Sam, this is my roommate. This is my date; I brought him here because everything else was closed." She seemed disinterested. "Ah, I see." A light accent rolled off of her tongue, as she indifferently flaunted in her half nudity. Once she saw that Sam was beginning to show difficulty walking, she smiled. The crimsoned colored woman looked to the male. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, fine, just dizzy..." The dark skinned female walked over to him. "You don't look well. Here, come sit." She placed one hand on his arm, and the other on his backside, wrapping her fingers around the soft, clothed cheek as she led him to the light orange couch in the living room. He went without a fight, sitting down lightly on the couch, resting his back into the comfort of the cloth. The crimson dressed woman sat down next to him, the other female at his other side. Sam was going insane. His body flustered swiftly, causing his head to rush with adrenaline, his body to sweat. His groin was on fire, and his aroused loins poked noticeably. He closed his eyes, as the headache passed and clouds began covering his mind, disabling any motor function he might have. A wave of pleasure filled his body. "Ooooh..." He moaned out. He could hear the black skinned female speak. "It seems our sickly boy's a little excited." He felt a smooth hand from the blondes' side of the couch touch his crotch, and a nipple pressing into his arm. The teen couldn't talk, he couldn't move. His eyes remained closed as various shapes flashed, intricate designs floated in front of his eyes. A nose brushed the top of his ear, the hairs of his neck stood as lips touched his ear. "Are you horny, Sammy?" Sam didn't reply, as his mind sent him down another spiral of confusion, pain and pleasure, distorting everything he was thinking. Nothing was clear, in the haze he found himself in. He felt the light pressure of his pants loosen, as his button was unbuttoned, and his zipper unzipped. His member took every inch it was given, pushing desperately against the cloth of his underwear. Suddenly, his shirt was ripped off, revealing his small figure. Long nails slowly trailed down his chest, rubbing his nipple back and forth, tweaking it like a loose bolt. "Did you take yours, yet, dear?" An accented voice questioned. "Right before I left to pick him up." "Perfect..." The flaps on his underwear split, and his shaft slipped out, throbbing wildly. The nipple pressing into his shoulder disappeared, and a soft hand firmly gripped the revealed member. Sam gasped at the slightly cold fingers. He felt the fingers slowly stroke him. "You're a big boy, Sammy. I bet you play with this all day..." The back of his jeans were invaded by a hand, slowly pushing his pants down his entire crack. The hand softly rubbed his soft cheeks, before a finger pressed against his back door. "What a juicy ass..." The accented voice 'hmm'ed satisfactorily. His mind came to him, and he opened his eyes, first seeing a white hand stroking him freely. And he felt a finger crawl into his ass, slowly worming its way into his hole. It circled the odd muscle, pushing deeper easily. It was slick with some type of liquid he couldn't identify. He looked over to the blonde, seeing her breasts pulled out of her dress, with no bra underneath. Her nipples stared at him, perking softly, a beautiful sight for the teen. He couldn't catch anything below that before she smirked at him, diving her mouth towards his hips, bending over him from where she sat, and breathing hotly on his cut tip. Her tongue licked his crown lightly, pre-cum leaking him his tip. Another spiral came, and he closed his eyes again, the finger invader retreated. He heard a lewd sound, that didn't seem to come from either woman. A loud creaking sound came, and he felt the crimson dressed blonde sit between his legs, her attention retreated from his groin as her hands swiftly pulled his underwear and jeans to his ankles. Two fingers rubbed his anus graciously, covering his butt in a slick substance that made her fingers penetrate much easier. The male didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't going to fight it. Not yet. A curt tongue licked him, before a set of cherry lips swallowed him whole. Fingers tickled the underside of his sack. His normal sized shaft was completely in her throat, covered in saliva. He moaned, blushed, and felt the two fingers push the chunk of oily liquid a little bit deeper, coating his insides. "Mmm, you're so nice and tight." The accented female complimented, as various sounds came from the throat of his passionate meat gurgler. It was not the night had had planned, at all, but he was enjoying it. A deep breath came as the sweet warm lips abandoned his shaft. He felt the position of the female at his legs shift, to a stand. He felt a hand grab a clump of his hair, and pull him up to a standing position by his shaggy hair. "Ow! Damn!" He exclaimed, as his eyes snapped open. The blonde was smirking deviously, her eyes staring at him with a death glare. "Nice and ready to get fucked, boy?" She looked behind her, and then swiftly sat down, bringing the boy roughly down to her. She was sitting on her ass, in the middle of the living room, as she pulled the boy down to all fours. His face was a few inches from her spread legs, as her dress hid her undergarments. Another headache came, and his eyes shut furiously as he groaned. His knees and palms pressed into the carpet, and he felt a silky clothe fall on his back. He didn't know what it was, but it was small enough to be a thong. His eyes burst open again, as two white hands pulled the red silky dress in front of him to the hips of the owner, revealing a pair of black silky panties hiding a very fleshy package. As the hands pulled aside the pathetic amount of cloth that covered the female's genitals, he witnessed a veiny, monstrous horror throb to full attention. Hair covered the base of the fleshy hole-destroyer, and a musky scent of semen covered his senses. The pink head twitched with excitement. "What... the fuck?" The beholder chuckled softly, as he tried to back up, tried to move away. He felt two hands grab each of his cheeks, and knees press into the back of his knees, pinning entire backside in place. The hands of the blonde swiftly grabbed his hair, pulling his head roughly toward her meat mountain. She pinned his hands with her legs, pressing firmly into the knuckles, preventing movement. He groaned out in pain again, feeling a thick log resting in the crack of his cheeks, and a fleshy sack press against the skin above his anus. As the pink head neared his mouth, he closed it, refusing entry. The head tried to force its way in, instead pressing into his cheek and smearing it with pre-cum. The hotness of the tool melted his skin, as his erection still throbbed with uncontrollable lust. "The longer you make me wait, the harder I'm gonna be!" The blonde screeched, eager to finally claim her prize after sucking his dirty little dick. Sam felt a thick beast press into the star of his back door, the pressure eventually collapsing his resistance. "Oooh, yes! Nice, warm, tight ass!" The black cock punched deep into his rectum, eventually her hips coming to meet his cheeks, her nuts resting nicely below his penetrated hole, and her hair tickling the skin between his ass. An Empty Hole He groaned loudly, desperately saying. "Fuck! Sto-"The momentary break of defenses allowed her tip to slip into his hot, wet mouth, and his sentence was cut off. She kept both of her hands deep in his long hair; thrusting her hips and pulling his head down, making his eyes water instantly, as her cock pressed hard into his throat. Another wave came, and he closed his eyes, a single tear dripping on the skin near her length. "Finally, his mouth is useful." The blonde happily announced, as her companion grunted, pistoning her hips in and out of his fresh hole, her sack slapping gladly against his skin. Her hands molested his cheeks, squeezing and slapping freely. The accented female spoke loudly. "I love this ass!" Thrusting her cock from the tip to the base, the wet lube making her back door sex audible and lewd sounding. The blonde shoved his sweet, wet lips to the base of her cock, which stuck from out her crimson dress nicely. The two females continued their assault mercilessly, and the light skinned female felt every grunt and sound of displeasure as vibrations to her fuck stick. She and her roommate groaned with ecstasy as the boy took both of their massive erections. "Do you like your meal, Sammy? I made it just for you." He replied with a loud, 'Mmmmm'. "Oh, I love it when you groan on my cock!" His back door lover slapped herself wildly into his backside. His ass grew red, as her thick black meat pistoned into his ass, over and over. "I'm sure he loves it. He makes the cutest noises. "She slapped his ass again, eliciting a strong sound from his muffled mouth. Her savage fuck slowly winded down, as she temporarily removed herself from his ravaged holed, standing up straight before squatting down, positioning her head to the star of his rectum once more, and pressing herself into the wet hole until her sack rested perfectly against his ass. Her tip pushed gently against his prostrate, causing pre-cum to cover his stomach once the thrusts started again. As the boys back arched down from where his ass was in the air, and with the new position the dark skinned female was in, the blonde could watch the merciless pounding of the teens' ass. This raised her arousal, spiking her speed and making her grip on his long hair tighter, as her eyes glossed over the boys' lips. How her monstrous shaft left them, and her veiny length shined with saliva as she reentered. The blonde slammed her hips into his cheeks, her entire cock swallowed by his mouth, her tip tickling his tonsils as the shaft convulsed. "Oooh, yes, dessert!" She exclaimed, as she peeled one hand away from his head. The dark skinned woman grabbed each of his wrists, pulling his arms up into the air and began using them as leverage as she continued her lewd sounding fuck. Her semen coated his throat, as it violently shot out of her fuck stick. He began coughing and gagging, pulling his head away from the stinking pubes, and semen began dribbling onto his chin. The boy completely removed the shaft from his mouth, and cum began shooting onto his cheeks, as his mouth breathed heavily catching oxygen as much as it could. Several flashes blinded his eyes, as he groaned and moaned while his rump was punished. He heard the blonde leave her position, and saw several more flashes as the dark skinned girl moaned loudly, and a thick liquid began leaking out of his abused hole. He felt her dark meat slowly leave, and his arms were let go of, making his body collapse, but his ass remained pinned up in the air. It throbbed and ached, pulsating with blood and pain, as various liquids leaked out of his gaping hole. "Wonderful pictures. These'll do nicely." "I haven't had a fuck like that in years." "Well, let's take him upstairs. I doubt any of our Viagra is going to run out soon." He felt his body be lifted up, and he drifted in and out of consciousness. His eyes closed, and blackness consumed him. As the sun cracked the eyes open, he instantly felt a slack, raw jaw, and a pulsating ass. He was laying naked between two beautiful women, who each were turned to him, their morning wood noticeable just by the amount of heat under the blanket. Each of them rustled in the sheets, making the average sounds of a perky wake up. He couldn't even remember the rest of the night; only feel the aches that it had brought. He moved to get out of the bed, and a hand firmly pressed itself on his chest. "We're not done with you, boy." An Empty House Lover. Mistress. Adulteress. It’s what I am now, although I hate two of those words and all the other ones I won’t even mention here. I broke my marriage vows nearly a year ago, as my lover broke his. We weren’t bad people and we weren’t in bad marriages. It’s just that there was something seriously lacking in both our sex lives with our spouses and although we’d each tried for years to deal with the issues within the sanctioned bonds of our marriages our respective spouses had shown no interest in changing. We’d both wearied of the chase, as it were, and had begun to look elsewhere for satisfaction. We’d found each other through the internet, the pick-up joint of the new millenium. I had posted my profile on a site for married women looking for an outside fling – I never was one to beat around the bush – and he had found me within the first month. We’d corresponded for six months via email, exchanging photographs and learning as much as we could about each other before finally setting a date to meet about half way between our homes. That first time had been intense. We had both managed to get away overnight, which we had agreed would be more comfortable. I arrived at the hotel first and was wet with anticipation long before he ever got there. From the time he walked through the door of the room to the time I was impaled on his impressive cock was under ten minutes and we’d fucked and sucked each other as many times as we could in the twenty hours or so we were together. In between we had managed a few showers, three meals and a lot of talking about ourselves, our marriages and our childhoods, filling in the blanks leftover from our correspondence. The four plus hour distance between us was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it kept us from being stupid and just getting together any old time, which is a sure formula for getting caught. A curse because we both had huge sexual appetites and demanding schedules which made arranging a meeting hours from home extremely difficult. Since that first time we’d manage to meet twice more before today, once at a convention I was attending when he was able to get away and join me, once nearer my house on some trumped-up trip of his. This time we were meeting dangerously close to his home. We had discovered, as the saying goes, that beggars can’t be choosers and we had to take the opportunities presented. My work had taken me to the city nearest his house and I had emailed and asked if there was any place we could be alone for a few hours on Saturday before I had to head home. My business had actually concluded on Friday, but my husband didn’t know that. My lover replied that it might mean taking a friend into his confidence but he was sure he could work something out. ******************************** I waited, as agreed, in the restaurant parking lot for him to pick me up. As I climb into the blue club van he’d rented for the day and drop my bag on the floor in front of the seat I ask where we were going. “A friend’s house, they’re away for the weekend,” he answers. “Happy to see me?” I ask, eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants. He just grins. The van is warm and I wriggle out of my winter coat. Beneath it I am wearing a black button-down shirt, a long black jersey skirt and my favorite sexy black boots with the metal toe and heel pieces. “I hope it’s not far,” I say, “I’m horny as hell.” “About twenty minutes, if you can stand to wait that long,” he replies, his sly grin returning. I’m in a mood to play. As he concentrates on guiding the van onto the highway he notices me moving around in the seat of the van. I reach over and drop something in his lap. As soon as he gets the van up to speed with traffic he picks the object up. It’s my panties, and they’re soaking wet. I reach a hand under my skirt and slide a finger inside my cunt, then pull it out and run it over his lips. “Lick it off,” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. He does, with as much concentration as he can spare from the road. He glances at me briefly and seeing my smile he understands that this is a game. He nods for me to continue. I trust that he’ll recognize what to do from our email fantasy exchange, which is how we keep from going crazy during the long months when we can’t get together. I reach to the seat controls and push the back of the seat down as far as it will go. I lie back and move my right hand under my skirt, stroking my sex slowly. My eyes are closed and I am breathing heavily. After about five minutes I look up at him. “Nope, can’t wait” I say and reach for my bag. From inside it I retrieve the vibrator he bought me as a gift for our first rendezvous, twist it on and hike up my skirt so he can watch as I slide it easily all the way inside my hot wetness. The van rides fairly high off the road but I pray no big rig is pulling along side us, as exposed as I am. I’m too aroused to want to stop, though, and with one hand controlling the movement of the vibrator and two fingers of the other hand circling my clit I come hard after less than a minute. “Bitch,” he says, as I catch my breath and make myself more presentable. I retrieve my panties from his lap, intentionally brushing the hardness beneath his fly, and use the dry part to clean off the vibrator before stuffing both back in my bag. “I’m not a bitch, I’m a tease,” I reply in a saucy tone. “You’re both,” he responds. “You can take your time getting there now,” I say, with an innocent smile. Finally, we arrive at the house. He unlocks the door and holds it for me. I head for the living room and start to explore it, ignoring him. After a minute he comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me and fondles my breasts roughly through my shirt. I am braless, which I know turns him on. I feel his hard cock press against my ass. Suddenly, he grabs both my arms and draws them behind my back. Holding both my wrists in one of his big hands he guides me to the end of a large sofa, bends me over the arm and lifts my skirt. He slaps my bare ass hard and I cry out in surprise. He slaps it again, and a third time, then a fourth each time eliciting a small cry from me. I hear the rasp of his zipper as he frees his cock. He rubs it between my legs lubricating it with my own juices and slams it into my cunt. He pumps into me hard, forcing my hips into the arm of the couch. Very soon I hear him groan and I feel his cock spurt inside me. When he is done, he slides out of me and pulls me off the sofa. He spins me around and releases my wrists. Now he wraps his fingers in my hair and forces me to my knees in front of his deflating cock. “Clean it off with your tongue, bitch,” he commands. I get to work, starting at the base and licking our combined juices from him with my warm tongue. Before I am done he is stiff again. The guy has the recovery time of a teenager, which is one of the things I love about him. With his fingers still in my hair he has one hand free. He uses it to guide the tip of his cock to my lips. Tilting my head back so I look into his eyes, he says “Suck it. Take it all the way to the back of your throat.” I resist. He pulls my hair and jams the head of his cock against my teeth. I open my mouth and take it in all the way to my throat. I feel his balls against my chin. I suck and slide my tongue along the shaft, then slide him most of the way back out so I can breathe. He thrusts back in slowly, controlling speed and depth with the hand in my hair, until he can’t take it any more. He comes in my mouth and I try to take it all but a little escapes out the corner of my lips. When I’ve swallowed the rest, he scoops the drip from my face with his finger and feeds it to me before releasing my hair. I look up at him and we both start to giggle as he helps me to my feet. “That was the best yet,” he says, kissing me passionately. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I reply, kissing him back and mussing his hair. We reek of sex and I’m surprised he still has energy to stand. He suggests a shower and we head upstairs to the master suite. In the bathroom we find a huge custom tiled shower and a pile of thick towels. There’s a note on top of them from his friend. “Enjoy, you lucky dog.” it reads. We both grin, then strip. He turns on the water and we step in as soon at it is hot. The shower has jets at several heights and from a number of locations and we play with them a while trying to figure out what feels best. We soap each other up and down then he washes my hair, massaging my scalp with firm, gentle fingers. Afterward we towel off and climb into the king size bed. I feel the warmth of arousal return to my groin but he looks like he’s ready for a nap. “Not fair,” I complain. “You’ve come twice and you haven’t gotten me off yet.” “Well if you hadn’t given me that little display in the van it might have gone differently for you,” is his reply. “I need to rest a while before I’m ready to go again.” I reach over the edge of the bed and retrieve the vibrator from my bag. “Fine,” I say, handing it to him. The least he can do is get me warmed up. For the next half hour he teases me with the vibrator, alternating between my clit and my cunt and taking me to the brink of orgasm several times without allowing me over the edge. Finally I beg him to let me come. He pulls the vibrator out of my cunt and rolls onto me. I feel his cock stiff and ready against my dripping pussy and I gasp. He rests just the head of it against my lips and I spread my legs wider for better access. He presses into me with agonizing slowness. It feels so incredibly good after the silicone toy, warmer, harder and alive. A low moan starts deep in my throat as he strokes back out of me with equal slowness. “Faster,” I pant, “fuck me harder.” He does. It takes just a few more strokes and I am bucking under him and crying out in relief and ecstasy. He stops, still inside me, and waits for me to catch my breath. “Tell me when to start again,” He says, readjusting his weight. After a little while, I whisper “Now.” He starts thrusting again slowly. It takes a few minutes but I feel another climax starting to build inside me. I can feel his excitement growing as well, his cock swelling and thickening a bit more, the increased urgency of his thrusts. He wants me to come again first, so he slows a little to improve his control. My hips are meeting his with thrusts of my own now and soon I cry out as the wave overtakes me. He isn’t far behind and in another minute his sweet cock is once again filling me with his hot fluid. Six hours later, both of us spent but happy, he drops me back at my car. As I start for home, he heads back to his friend’s house to finish the laundry and write him a thank-you note. Each time we have met it has made us hungrier for the next time. This is no exception. An Empty House You show up at the address you were given. Doubts are creeping into your mind. There are no lights on, and it looks like no one is home. Maybe this was a joke? Maybe you wrote the address down wrong... "I never should have done this" you say out loud to yourself. Was it a mistake? His post got you so aroused, and you'd never had a man treat you that way. Was it really so bad to take a chance for once? "You're just being paranoid." Your own reassurance helps. You walk up to the door and give a knock, awaiting an answer. And, nothing. You wait at the door, and begin to get anxious. The doorbell is your next attempt, but again, you are greeted with silence. You even try calling the number that was left for you, but it just goes to voicemail. "The number three, one, three..." "This is stupid." You knock again, harder, out of frustration. The door moves slightly back and you almost jump back from surprise. It was slightly open. Was it always like that? Why would the door be open? Your curiosity is getting the better of you. You've come this far already. You creep the door open slightly. "HELLO?" Silence again greets you. No one is there... but why would someone leave their door open at night? Maybe your date for the evening is in trouble. Or maybe... you did come here for sex, when it comes down to it. Maybe he planned something romantic? Candlelight in the bedroom or something. It's a stupid idea, you tell yourself, and yet you're moving forward... "IS ANYONE HERE?... ARE YOU OK?" You edge through the doorway. Your heart is racing... 'I'm being so dumb' you think to yourself. 'What am I doing?' And yet, you're through the door. 'Fuck it. This IS the address. He invited me over. I'm being spontaneous.' You edge slightly further into the living room, listening for any signs of activity. "DID YOU WANT ME TO COME IN?" You wait for a reply, anything, to assure you that you didn't just break into a stranger's house that you're- "Yep." The voice is a low growl, coming from almost behind you, and scaring the living shit out of you. You jump back, but he's too fast for you, and if only it wasn't so dark. Your eyes didn't adjust yet, and he's already on you, behind you, his hand over your mouth before you can scream. Your shout is muffled into his palm. You try to squirm away, to fight, but he's already pushed you against a wall with his body. You try to fight, to push away from the wall with your arms. Something cold locks around your wrist as you do, something metallic. Your arm is yanked behind you, and his other hand moves away from your mouth to grab your free arm. You go to scream, but he shoves against you hard into the wall, and the air is knocked out of you as you hear another click, another restriction of your only free arm. His hand is already over your mouth again as you struggle to move your arms. The effort is useless; you know your hands are handcuffed together behind you. His free hand probes under your skirt, the one he told you... no, all but ordered you to wear. Your torso moves with a jerk and you feel your panties rip free. Instantly, you feel fabric being shoved into your mouth, and tape shoved over your lips. You can taste your fluids on what were your best pair of panties... were you wet? You realize your pussy is all but soaked. "That should make you a little easier to fuck the way I want to," he whispers into your ear. His hand has moved around your neck, and your air supply cuts in half. "Be a good fuck and maybe you won't get hurt so bad." He grabs you by your handcuffed wrists and all but throws you down the hallway, shoving you into the bedroom. A bed awaits, and you're thrown onto it without hesitation. your skirt has flipped up in the process, exposing your bare ass to your attacker. Before you can adjust, he is on top of you, sitting on your legs, and you can feel his cock grinding your ass through his pants. You hear him unzip, and you know he is going to fuck you. He presses the head of his cock against your pussy, and you feel it offer no resistance. 'Why am I so fucking wet?' you wonder. His hand is in your hair, and your head is pulled back, hard. At the same instant, you feel his cock penetrate you, balls deep. This is it. You're being fucked against your will. You shudder. This shouldn't feel so fucking good. He starts to pound your pussy, and you know he doesn't care what you want. His cock thrusts in and out of you, feeling deeper each time, rough and without care. He is violating your pussy and all you can do is squirm in vain. You feel his thumb probe your asshole. "No! Don't! I've never had anything up there!" you shout. Yet all that comes through the gag is a series of "mmfh!" You feel his fingers enter your ass while he keeps fucking you. He must have had lube nearby; there is little resistance. It feels so weird, so wrong, but you get further aroused because you know he is taking what he wants, using your body as he pleases. His cock comes out of your pussy, and his fingers are replaced by his manhood. He begins to fuck your once-virgin asshole with the same force, yanking your head back by your hair. You wish he would fuck your pussy aga-- 'Wait, why do I want him to fuck my pussy so badly? God, it was so fucking good...' You feel him pull out of your asshole, and you slightly miss the sensation. He grabs your, throwing you around so you're on your back, and pushes his hips between your legs. You begin to struggle away, and he slaps you twice across the face. Then, a hand is around your neck, choking you, and you look into his eyes and see his lust. "Are you ready for some cum in your pussy, toy?" You shake your head no. You came over here wanting rough sex, but this is more than you thought would happen. You didn't even realize he was bare! His only response is a laugh as he slides his cock into your pussy. He begins thrusting again, and despite yourself, your body is aching to cum. You realize it now, now that you fully see you're entirely in his control. The only chances you get to breathe are when he removes his hand to slap you again across the face, and the pain is mixing with pleasure. You know he's going to cum in you any moment now, and you don't care anymore. You just want to cum too. His cock hardens even more, and he lets out a groan. You feel him start to pulse in you, and it sets you off. Your orgasm washes over you, hard, and the whole time you keep telling yourself, 'I'm a dirty fucking slut, I'm a dirty fucking slut.' You've never had a man cum in you. and you love every second of it. You've never had an orgasm like this. As it fades, you open your eyes again and see him looking at you with a devilish smile. He rips the tape off your mouth and pulls out your panties. "Well?" Your reply: "Can we do it again tomorrow, Master? An Empty House & A Full Pussy by BrettJ and Mithragoddess (c) 2005 Heather Adamson was totally pissed at her friends. Totally. She'd wanted to go out, have some pizza, shoot the breeze - maybe even pick up a hot guy. She and Dennis had broken up a few weeks ago. She was horny. Dennis had a big, veiny, meaty cock and he knew how to use it. But since he'd gone off to college, he figured he'd chase the hot college co-eds. The hot little 18-year old had recently started fucking and become addicted to it. A lot of her friends had been screwing boys - and some, girls - for a while, but Heather wanted quality over quantity. Her friend Vickie had become quite the little slut, fucking cheerleaders and football players alike, but Heather wanted Dennis. And she got him. She wasn't the hottest girl in school - that was Vickie and her cheerleader buds - but her curvy, round body, her bouncy little ass, her stunning green eyes and flaming red hair did get Dennis' cock into her horny pussy. Over and over again. God, she loved fucking the selfish bastard! And now he was gone. All her friends had wanted to do was go to a bar and get plastered though, and Heather wasn't into it. She said goodbye to Vickie, Nancie and Brittney and went home. She rubbed her wet pussy in the car as she drove home. She was glad Mom and Dad were away and Bryan was out with his idiot girlfriend. She planned to go home, grab one of her 3 sex-toys - her vibe, her dildo or the "egg" - and get her rocks off. She'd start with a nice, slow finger-fuck in the shower and make herself cum, over and over and over again. Bryan's idiot girlfriend. How her jock of a brother, a good-looking, friendly guy of 21, got stuck with a fucking bitch like Kari was beyond her. If she was a single girl, she'd give it to Bryan in a second. Her brother was a nice guy too, he treated girls with respect. Bryan was tall and muscular, even better built than Dennis. While Dennis had been stocky, solid, like a football player, Bryan was tall and sleek, like a basketball player. He was fair too, like their Mom, and when he tanned - mmmmm!! Stop it!, she admonished herself. Bryan was going to make some lucky girl a great boyfriend, she just wished it wasn't idiot Kari. She'd even given a stray thought once to pawning Kari off on Dennis and finding Bryan a nice, but naughty, little toy. Heather was nearly home now, her fingers still toying with her pussy through her thong as she drove. She was glad she hadn't fallen for Dennis, beyond being a great fuck, he wasn't much. She wanted to find a new guy soon though, to fill her itchy pussy. Heather couldn't get over the changes in her personality. In the last little while, she'd gone from being quiet about sex to wanting to be fucked all the time. She gave her wet little pussy one last rub and pulled into the driveway of her home. She ran into the house, dropping her clothes in piles as she did so, kicking off her heels. Aside from the tiny thong she'd worn, anticipating getting a guy's attention by shaking her ass, she was totally naked. She went into the bathroom, wanting to shower. Heather ached to finger her hot little cunt in the shower as the water ran in rivulets over her naked body. She wished her parents had a shower massager, Vickie said they were terrific fun. She walked into the upstairs bathroom and was stopped dead in her tracks. Bryan was standing there, buck-naked with a very large, hard cock. "Sis! Migod, I thought you weren't coming home for hours!" "All my idiot friends wanted to do is get drunk, so I came home. I thought you were going out with Kari tonight." "We were out," Bryan said, barely disguising the anger in her voice. "And after dinner, when I suggested we come home and have some fun, 'cause Mom and Dad were away, the bitch got all uptight and made me take her home. Man, I have had it with her!" Still almost-naked, Heather sauntered over to her brother, hips swaying provocatively. "Mmm, too bad, brother dear! Kari doesn't know what she's missing!" She grabbed at his big cock and pulled his lips to hers in a deep kiss. Bryan pulled away, but only half-heartedly. From his bobbing cock, Heather knew she'd gotten to him. "Sis, are you out of your mind?!" Heather leaned in towards him again, and ran her fingernails over his muscular chest. "No. This may be the sanest thing I've done lately. We are best of friends, we were both dating idiots and we are both horny! Why the fuck not do each other - who's going to know?" "But you're my sister!" "Again - who's going to know?" He smiled at her and Heather knew she had him. He pulled her curvaceous body to his and ran his hands down to her trimmed, fiery-red bush. Bryan stroked her pussy and she let out a low moan of approval. "Oh Heather, you're so wet baby!" Bryan moaned as he stroked her pussy lips. "I want to get wetter bro," she purred at him softly. "I want to fuck in the shower, care to get a little cleaner?" She wiggled her gorgeous ass at him as she stepped out of the panties and pulled the shower curtain aside. Bryan followed her, almost robotically, into the steaming water. He stood before his horny sister, proud and magnificent, his cock still hard and erect. Heather lathered him all over, teasing his flesh unmercifully, wanting to save the passion and make it last. His cock ached for her attentions, but Heather raked her nails over his firm flesh, stroking him and cooing words of endearment at her loving sibling. He, in turn, played with her soft, fat tits, fondling them, loving them as he had often thought of doing. His sister's curvy, lush body had been in his mind often, he jerked off thinking of her, but never thought he'd possess the fiery, horny bitch. She was out of reach, the rules of society making it wrong. At this moment, he didn't give a shit. He was horny, she was horny, they both needed this. A hot, blistering, crazy fuck. The incestuous duo romped in the shower, lathering, kissing and licking. He buried his face in his sister's pussy, enjoying the musky, heady aroma of her. She licked and sucked at his cock, but held off letting him cum in her mouth. Bryan grew more urgent in his lusts, rubbing against Heather, rubbing his cock against the lips of her pussy. Finally, neither of them could stand it any more. She nodded her head and Bryan inserted his throbbing prick inside her, with force and lust. As he pounded in and out of his sister's tight pussy, Heather met him back, moving her buttocks as he fucked her, doggy-style. Her wet hair was plastered against her back, almost dark red now, she looked so sexy to him. How the fuck had he kept from screwing her before?, he wondered. Heather was wondering pretty much the same thing. As his hard dick moved in and out of her tight pussy, all thoughts of Dennis were moving out of her mind. Her brother's talented fucking made Dennis seem like an amateur. Bryan would fuck her hard, slam it in, then slow down a while, play with her body, roll her against him and teasingly fuck her. "Oh fuck, oh God, Bryan, baby, you're so fucking good, keep fucking me, don't ever stop fucking me!" Heather yelled as his cock continued its erotic ministrations. The rhythm was no longer anything but savage as her brother pounded her hungry, wet cunt. She took every inch of his manhood and begged for more. She tightened her pussy around it as she'd learned to do, and he kept giving her more. The water was getting cold now, and neither of them seemed to care. His hard cock pistoned in and out of Heather's heated pussy, both of them were making enough noise to wake the dead. In and out, harder and faster, Bryan pumped his amazing cock inside of his sister's pussy walls. Bryan yelled out that he was about to cum, and Heather did something she'd never done for Dennis. She took her brother's pulsating cock in her mouth and gulped it down her throat, letting his hot, sticky cum coat her tonsils. They dried each other off, squeezing, fondling, enjoying the closeness. Both of them knew this wouldn't be the last time they would fuck -- it was just too good, it felt so right. With their parents away, they had more opportunities -- and they intended to make the most of them. As a matter of fact, Heather thought, I know a way we can fuck even if they are around. She started smiling, knowing her plan would work.