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My life took a serious turnaround when my husband died. My daughter Amber and I were left alone in our…

After everyone left the house, I quickly closed the door and pulled up the shades. I pulled a chair over…

It was a normal day at Thompson High. The sun was shining and Mindy Denson was sitting on the steps in front of the school’s main entrance with her friends. The sun gleamed off her shiny blonde hair as she took a bite of her apple. “So what are you going to do for your birthday?” her friend Julie asked. Mindy thought about it for a moment before replying. “I think Will is taking me out to dinner.” Her friends rolled their eyes. “So your going to fuck,” Heather stated matter-of-factly. “Heather!” Mindy returned. “Don’t be so crude. We’ve only done it a few times, and it’s none of your business anyways.” The girls began to laugh. Mindy turned her attention back to her apple, but her attention was soon taken by something else. In the parking lot across the street three guys were getting into a car. Mindy knew them as members of the school football team. “I heard Kyle wants to go out with you,” Julie stated between sips of her apple juice. “I doubt it. He’s a senior and he can have any girl he wants. Why would he want to go out with a eighteen year old?” “Oh come on, you’ll be nineteen tomorrow. And you have to admit it would be pretty cool to date Kyle.” “I love Will, and besides its also our one year anniversary tomorrow.” The girls left it at that and soon changed to topic of conversation to lipstick. Mindy sat back and finished her apple thinking of the special time her and her boyfriend would share the following evening. The day wore on and soon school was out. Julie had cheerleading practice so Mindy had to walk home alone. As she strolled along the sidewalk a car pulled up beside her. At first she thought it was just some pervert so she kept on walking, but she froze when she heard the voice of Kyle Johnson call out to her. “Hey need a ride!” “Uh, sure,” Mindy stammered. “Get in then,” he said leaning over to open the passenger door. Mindy got in and fastened her seat belt, feeling very uncomfortable. Kyle soon broke the tension with some light conversation and before she knew it they were parked outside her house. Kyle looked at her, and Mindy looked down acting shy. “Thanks for the ride,” she said and started to get out. “Wait,” he said. She stopped and turned to look at him. “There’s going to be a party tonight at the college, want to come?” Mindy thought about it for a moment, then answered. “I guess I could go for a little while.” Kyle smiled. “I’ll pick you up at eight then.” Mindy smiled back. “Okay.” Right away Mindy began to get ready picking a cute little blue skirt to wear. She felt guilty about going but reasoned that it wouldn’t hurt anyone if Will didn’t find out. Kyle picked her up a little late and they left for the college. When they got there Kyle introduced her to two of his friends. Their names were Tom and Mark and they immediately offered Mindy a drink. Mindy couldn’t remember much after that except waking the next morning with a huge headache. When she pulled herself from bed when was still wearing her skirt but her panties were gone! She figured she must have taken them off last night and put them somewhere, but couldn’t remember where. She had a shower and a bowl of fruit loops, then the doorbell rang. “Who could that be?” she wondered. She set the cereal down on the table and headed for the door. She peaked through the peep hole and saw no one. “Hello,” she said opening the door. Nobody there. She was just about to close the door when she noticed an envelope on the doorstep. “What’s this?” she asked herself. She picked up the letter and went back inside. Grabbing a butterknife she opened the envelope and pulled out the contents.She almost fainted. Inside was a polaroid of her with some guy’s penis in her mouth. Her eyes were half opened and the dick was shoved so far into her mouth the guys balls were mashed against her chin. Turning over the picture she noticed some writing on the back. If you don’t want copies of this picture all over school come to 3180 Green Ave. at 3 pm. P.S. You are one hot little slut! Mindy was in tears. Her whole reputation would be destroyed and Will would find out. Will would hate her. She was hysterical. She would have to do what the letter said. She had no other choice. Mindy took some time to regroup before walking to the bus stop. She realized someone must have slipped something into her drink to make her pass out like that. She took the bus across town and then walked to the correct adress.She was shaking as she walked up the steps to the house. She only had to knock once before the door opened. “Kyle!” “Hi babe.” She started to cry. “Why are you doing this? “sexKyle led her into the house and closed the door. When she entered the living room she saw Mark and Tom sitting on the sofa. “Have a seat,” Tom offered. Mindy remained standing. “Fine, suit yourself. Anyway, here’s the deal. If you don’t want to be known as the town whore you’ll do what we tell you. Everything!!” Mindy was confused. “what do you want me to do?” “You will be our little sex slave.” Mindy’s eyes widened. “No! I have a boyfriend.” “Don’t worry, he won’t find out as long as you cooperate. Got it?” Her head dropped in shame. “Y..Yes.” “Good. Now go and change into this.” Tom handed her a bag and she disappeared into the bathroom. Mindy was fighting the urge to cry as she opened the bag. Inside was a little mini skirt, some white thigh high stockings and a leather collar. At first she considered running from the house, but then realized that her life would be over if anyone should see that picture. She then made a promise to herself that she would never tell anyone about what she was about to do. She finished getting dressed and walked back out into the living room. The three guys whistled as she walked out covering her bare breasts. “Let’s see those tits slut!! Mark commanded. Reluctantly she removed her hands letting the guys get a good look at her perfect firm nineteen year old chest. As they were checking her out she noticed a video camera set up beside the sofa. “What is that doing here?” she asked. Mark walked over and grabbed her hair. “Don’t ask questions bitch. just do what we say. Understand?” “Yes.” Before she could say anything else Mark pulled her face to his as shoved his tongue into her mouth. At first Mindy tried to resist, but soon realized that it wouldn’t be a good idea. She was now resigned to the fact that she would have to do anything these guys said. All three guys sat on the couch and Tom turned on the camera. “Let’s see what you got you little slut,” Kyle said. “Pull up that skirt.” Mindy pulled up the skirt revealing her newly shaved pussy. She had shaved it for her night with Will, but now it belonged to the three guys in front of her. “Play with it, whore!” Mindy reached down and ran her finger up her slit, rubbing her little clit. “Shove it in.” Mindy spread her legs wider and slipped a finger into her pussy. She had to admit that it was turning her on being told what to do. “Now get on your hands and knees!” She dropped to all fours with her ass facing the guys. Tom grabbed the camera and stuck it in her face. “Read this,” he commanded, referring to a piece of paper he held in front of him. Mindy swallowed her pride and began to speak into the camera, reading off the paper. “My name is Mindy and I am a horny little slut. I love getting used and fucked. I want cocks in my pussy, mouth and ass. I love to drink cum and suck dicks. I am a nasty little whore.” The three guys were snickering as she read the profanity. Mindy’s face was beat red. Well at least no one else would see the video. Tom then went around to the back of Mindy with the camera. “Let’s see that ass bitch!” Mindy reached back and flipped the skirt up over her hips exposing her firm teenage ass to her captors. “Oh yeah, that’s nice,” Mark exclaimed. “Now stick a finger in!” Mindy looked upset. “What? No please….” Her pleading was cut off as Mark’s hand smacked her ass hard. “Do it you dirty little slut!” With that she reached back and placed a finger between her ass cheeks, pressing it up against her virgin hole. Slowly she began to push it in untill her little finger was buried up to the knuckle in her own butt. “Fuck, I think I’m going to cum right now!” Kyle said stroking his bulge through his pants. Tom set down the camera and ripped Mindy’s skirt from her hips. “Lets get started then!” “Get over here,” he said harshly. Mindy crawled over to Tom, who immediately commanded her to take his pants off. Gingerly she undid his belt and unzipped his pants sliding them down his legs, along with his underwear. His fully erect dick was now staring the girl right in the face, the tip glistening with precum. Violently he grabbed her hair. “Tell me what you want to do slut!!” “I want to s..suck your d..dick.” “And why do you want to do that?” “Because I’m a cocksucking little whore.” The guys were shocked at her answer, but were very pleased that she was playing along. “Do it then, whore!” Mindy took the hard dick in her hand and slid it into her mouth. She did not have much experience in blowjobs so she did not know quite what to do. She sucked it gently, moving about half into her mouth. Suddenly Tom tightened the grip on her hair and pulled out. Then she felt her arm get wrenched behind her back. She let out a small cry as she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs lock around her small wrists. Tom then slammed his cock back into her pretty little mouth, shoving it all the way down her throat. Mindy began to gag and Tom pulled out, only to shove it back in. Meanwhile, she felt hands rubbing her tits, and invading her pussy. First she felt one, then two, then three fingers work their way up her tight little cunt. “Yeah baby!” Tom said as he continued fucking her face. “I’m going to cum in your fucking face!” After a few more thrusts he moaned and released a huge load of warm jism into her mouth. Mindy began to choke, and Tom pulled away. “Swallow it all whore!!” With one large gulp, Mindy let the bitter liquid run down her throat. As she was recovering fron her face fucking, Mark laid down on the floor in front of her. “My turn,” he said with a smile. Kyle undid one of the cuffs and Mindy pulled herself over to Mark’s crotch swallowing up his cock. As she sucked him, Kyle positioned himself behind her. “Ready to get fucked whore?” With no further warning he slide his dick into Mindy’s moist channel. Mindy gasped as Kyle entered her, but Mark just pulled her face back down to his throbbing cock. Kyle gripped her hips and began thrusting into the young girl. Mindy could feel his balls slapping against her as his cock worked its way in and out of her most precious region. Mark was enjoying her mouth and wanted more. “Lick my balls!” Mindy did as she was told, dropping her head to run her tongue over Mark’s shaved sack. He moaned as her soft lips parted and covered his balls in wet kisses and licks. Mark pulled his knees to his chest. “Lower,” he muttered. Midy dropped lower running her pink little tongue over Mark’s taint, as Kyle’s thrusts increased. “Lower,” Mark commanded again, and then Mindy got it. He wanted her to lick his ass! She was instantly disgusted but did not want to upset these guys. And so she stuck her tongue out and touched it to the rim of Mark’s asshole. He began to moan and Kyle increased the pace.He was slamming Mindy’s pussy forcing her face hard into Mark’s ass. Her tongue was pressed hard up against his butt hole, and with each of Kyle’s thrust’s her little pink tongue slipped a little farther up his asshole. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tom holding the camera getting a close up of her licking Mark’s ass. Mindy was starting to have second thoughts about the whole deal. If this video ever got out it would be way worse than the pictures. But now she was stuck and there was nothing she could do about it.tight junior pussy photoSuddenly Kyle shoved his cock in hard and fired a load of hot cum into Mindy’s tight little pussy as Mark was pulling her hair trying to get every bit of her tongue up his greedy asshole. A small stream of cum ran from her pussy as Kyle removed his wet dick from her body. Mark let go of her hair and got. Mindy looked up at the three guys and wondered what was next. After all it couldn’t get much worse. Tom then laid on the floor. “Get on my dick bitch.” Mindy crawled over his body and lowered herself down onto his waiting prick. Tom’s cock was huge and filled her up completely. His hands grabbed her ass as he began to immediately thrust his hips upward into her young body. “That ass is looking pretty good,” Mindy heard Mark say. “Oh no,” she thought to herself as she felt two spit covered fingers work their way into her tight little ass. Soon the fingers were removed and a fully erect cock was pressing at her back door. “Please, not that,” she pleaded. Mark just laughed and proceded to dab the head of his dick against her virgin asshole. “Beg for it slut!” Mindy leaned forward onto Tom’s body and gritted her teeth. “Please fuck my ass. I want your cock shoved up my asshole!” Mark pushed forward and her tight anal ring began to expand around the invading cock. Mindy bit her lip in pain as her muscular hole opened and Mark’s dick slid inside. Soon she was filled with cock and both men began fucking her. Then she felt something strange. She was going to cum! She had never had an orgasm before, and when it began to overtake her she moaned uncontrollably. “The little slut is actually coming,” Kyle exclaimed, walking over to the threesome. “You hot little cunt,” he said wagging his dick in front of her face. “Suck on this.” He slapped her in the face a couple times with his cock before shoving it past her cute little lips. Mindy felt like such a slut, and tried to take her mind off the gang bang she was receiving. She tried to think of the nice time she and Will would have, and the presents he would give her for her birthday, but she was torn back to reality as the three cocks pumped in and out of her small body. Her jaw was sore and her ass was on fire. She could taste her own juices on Kyle’s dick as she sucked him, allowing his cock to slide freely in and out of her pretty young face. Kyle managed to mutter something about coming, before pulling his dick from her mouth. He gave it a few strokes and fired stream after stream of hot cum onto her face. The first shot hit her in the eye, and when she tried to turn away Her head was pulled violently back to accept the rest of the jism, which splashed off her lips and cheek. Mark and Tom then came together filling her completely with cum. Tom soon stopped and pulled out, but Mark kept pumping away until his dick went soft. he then pulled out and offered it to Mindy. “Clean me up whore!” Mindy reluctantly obeyed, licking the flaccid cock, getting the last traces of cum from it. “Good,” Mark said. “Now you can clean up yourself.” Picking up the camera he brought it right up to her. “Do it! Eat the cum from your ass!” Mindy reached back and felt Mark’s cum dribbling from her butt. With two fingers she scooped up some of the fluid and brought it to her mouth licking it off. The guys cheered as she repeated the process, each time dipping a little deeper into her freshly fucked asshole. When she had finished, the guys were hornier than ever. Tom pushed her back onto the floor and stood over her face, facing her feet. Then Mindy looked in horror as he reached down and spread his ass cheeks and lowered himself down to her face. His butt hole was pressed against her mouth and there was nothing she could do about it. She stuck out her tongue and began snaking it up his ass, as he played with her tits. Soon she felt another cock enter her pussy and begin pounding away. “Lick my ass you dirty whore,” Tom yelled as Mindy continued tongue-fucking his butt hole. When he had had enough of that, he stood up and brought Mindy over to the couch laying her on her stomach with her head over the edge. Soon he was plunging into her pussy, as Kyle and Mark started to shove their dicks into her mouth at the same time. Smack! Tom’s hand came down on her ass hard. Mindy groaned in pain as she alternated between cocks in her mouth. Soon Tom pulled out of her cunt and dove into her tight little ass, reaming the teen’s butt. This went on for quite a while, with Tom alternating between pussy and ass, and Mindy alternating between the cocks in her mouth. Then with one final smack, Tom unloaded deep into her ass. The other two followed suit, shooting it all over her face and hair. The guys all got dressed and then turned the camera on Mindy for one final shot. “Tell us what you are!” “I..I am a dirty little whore. I’m an ass licking cunt, and I love to suck cock and get butt fucked. I eat cum from my own ass. I’m a fucking slut!” Mindy was given bus fare to get home, which she did promptly. She showered and got ready for her date with Will. They went out and had a good time, Mindy trying to forget the day’s events. When Will tried to put the moves on at the end of the night Mindy refused saying she wasn’t feeling well. The next day Will received a copy of a tape in the mail. Mindy never heard from him again. The End DamonX For comments or requests for stories please comment.

During Christmas break 2019 my sister came down with her best friend Kelly. They were staying for a few days…

It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment by myself… on the toilet, or in the shower. I would reach down and touch myself between my legs while I felt the warm golden pee streaming out from my pussy…But before I go into all that, I suppose you should know a little about me. I’m nineteen years old, and have always been curious and experimental about sex from the first time I touched myself at age xxx teen (but that’s another story….). I’ve known I was bisexual since I was a teenager, also. I’m 5’5”, 125 lbs., with light blonde hair and big dark brown eyes. My body would best be described as voluptuous or curvaceous, something like a Vargas girl… I have 34c tits and big, luscious hips. I’ve been with a few girls and a few guys, but I was a virgin until I was eighteen. With my boyfriend, I’ve experimented with threesomes with both other women and other men, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and whatever other fantasies we’ve had.Anyways, I started experimenting with my own pee after I read a few Internet stories about watersports. I would always orgasm quickly and without any penetration at all when I masturbated while I was peeing. I did it first on the toilet, and later started skipping my pee before my shower so I could indulge myself under the stream of water, fingering my tiny clit while I watched and felt the golden piss streaming down my legs.I felt a little ashamed about it, but I figured it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone, so I kept doing it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend about it at first. We live together, and although we are both really open to each other’s fantasies, I felt like this was somehow “nastier,” and kept my private piss adventures to myself, mostly while he was out of the house.One night, while he was out, I was feeling particularly aroused and I had to pee. I was also feeling a little nastier than usual… I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom with me. It took forever for me to pee into the glass, I was so nervous. What I was doing felt so nasty and dirty. And sexy. My clit was on fire and I finally made myself pee into the cup. I came spontaneously just then, so I let myself enjoy the surprise orgasm and then went to the glass in my hand.I wanted to taste my hot golden piss in my mouth and feel it running down my throat. I sipped gingerly from the glass at first. It was salty and warm, and it tasted good. I drank a little more. The hot body-flavor of my own piss was making me so horny. I started to rub my pussy while I gulped thirstily from the glass, instantly exploding into orgasm.About a week later, I was playng with myself through my panties on my bed. I had to pee, but what I was doing to my pussy felt too good to stop. Before long, I was close to coming but also desperately trying to hold back my pee. A few drops leaked through… I ran to the toilet so I wouldn’t soak the bed, but I left my little pink cotton panties on while the pee flowed through them. Afterwards, I was still horny but not close to coming anymore, so I took off the panties and played with them, sniffing my own pussy-smell on them and rubbing the pissy wetness over my face and tits. I rubbed my piss-soaked panties on my pussy, then lifted the soppy mess to my face to smell my pussy juice and my pee on my panties while I played with my clit.xxx storiesShortly after this, while my boyfriend and I were having sex, he asked if I wanted to pee on him. Out of the blue. I still hadn’t told him about nasty little secret. But all of a sudden, he had guessed it. Too bad that it was so unexpected and I was too nervous to be able to even squeeze a drop out. I sat down in the tub, frustrated and horny as hell….My boyfriend stood above me, and put his dick near my mouth. I obliged, cradling his balls with one hand while I licked, kissed, and sucked him. Suddenly, he pulled back.“What?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He was still holding onto his cock, pointing it at me kind of. “What?” I asked again.A stream of piss started coming out of his dick, and I knew automatically what he wanted. Or maybe what I wanted… I leaned back and watched his pee hit my body, splashing on my titties and streaming down between my legs. I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly dripping pussy hole. He put his cock into my mouth and made me drink his pee; I swallowed it down willingly. I came while he was pissing into my mouth. Afterwards, he jacked off onto my tits and pussy. After he left the room, I brought myself to another orgasm, smearing his piss and cum all over myself.We started playing this secret little game together more, but as much as I wanted to pee on him, as horny as the idea made me, I could never make myself do it.One night, he was licking my pussy, and I had to pee. I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom, but he said “No. You’re going to pee for me.”He began teasing my clit faster with his tongue, knowing it only made the urge to go greater. He shoved a finger into my pussy and started fingering my gspot mercilessly. My pussy started dripping juice, but I still just couldn’t let myself go. He got ready to put his cock inside me, and just as the tip entered me, I lost it. The piss exploded from my body and my hot little pussy exploded into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My boyfriend took a minute to dip his head down between my legs and lick up some of the piss with his tongue, and started to fuck me hard while he kissed me, the taste of my hot body juices on his mouth.I’ve still never drank another woman’s piss, although just thinking about it is enough to make me need to “go south.” I imagine myself licking the soft, wet folds of a woman’s pussy, rubbing my face around in a nice hairy snatch (or shaved…), feeling the warm piss running out of her body into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, and down my body, into the soft, wet folds of my own pussy…Well! I think I’m ready for a shower, if you know what I mean….PinkCandy

I need to put my mind at ease, somehow, yet my current situation seems to prohibit any kind of mercy.…

It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of the gift exchange where simple, no gifts over $10, and all gifts could not be sex-specific. However, since most of my co-workers are women, most of the gifts were feminine. After the gifts where picked, and all said and done, I ended up with some bath and body shower set. Everyone poked and made fun, but I said fuck it and kept my gift. On the way home from work I was trying to decide what I could do with my new found “Body Wash.” I thought of maybe a re-gift, or maybe just giving it to my sister of something. I decided on the latter. When I arrived home I went inside and tossed my keys on the table. I looked around and noticed no one was home. I figured everyone was out Xmas shopping, and decided to grab some dinner. After I was done eating, my sister came strolling through the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I said. “Nothing much, you?” she replied. “Same.” About that time she walked over to the table and picked up the shower kit. “You forget to wrap one of my gifts?!” she said excitedly. “Uh, no.” “Well then who is it for?” I turned around, and saw what she was talking about. “Oh that? I was planing on giving it to mom.” “What!” she exclaimed. “Why did you want it?” She gave me this open jawed look, like I had just slapped her face. “You know I love this kinda of stuff! Come on! Is it for me or not?” she said put her hands to her hip. I smiled and thought about what I could make her do for it. The thought of her doing dishes or cleaning the house in general entered my mind, but then I started thinking about her on her knees sucking my cock. Yes, there she was making long strokes with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, licking the end of my… “Hello! Are you here?” my sister said interrupting my fantasy. “Yeah I am here, I was just thinking.” “About what?” “Well, since you seem so eager to have this shower crap I was thinking of what I could get you to do for it.” “Oh! Please I really want it, and besides what are you going to use it for? You going to jerk off with it in the shower?” After she said it, she put her hand to her mouth thinking she went to far. I eased her fear and smiled at her. “Well you know that doesn’t sound to bad! I think I might go do that right now,” I said marching down the hall to the bathroom. “No don’t!” “Why not? It was your idea.” “Please I really want it!” she said, practically on her knees. Again the vision of her sucking me off entered my head. I starred down at her lips letting my gaze go down to her chest where to very firm B cup sized tits moved up and down. It was getting to be too much. My face flustered and my dick pushed at my jeans. The thought of jerking off in the shower was weighing on my mind, but then I decided to be bold. “If you want it so badly sis, why don’t you join me?” I said. She didn’t answer at first, she just looked at me mouth closed, as if she was pondering the act in her mind. She looked down at my crotch seeing my very visible hard-on. She looked back at me and her face grew red. “I… don’t…” she said mumbled under her breath. “What?! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” She looked at me again and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay I will, but no touching,” she said pointing a finger at my bulge. “Okay, lets go then.”shower sex storiesWith that we both stepped into the bathroom together and locked the door. We then very awkwardly began taking off our clothes. My sister turned to the side, facing the full-length mirror. While I stood in front of the shower facing my sister. I went first, removing my belt, followed by socks and my shirt. My sister-followed suit first removing her shoes then her socks. I stood for a moment drinking in my lil’ sister with my eyes. Yes we have seen each other naked, but not to this degree. As I was starring at her, she removed her shirt of her head, followed by her jeans. She looked over at me and smiled. “What are you waiting for? Start the water and get naked!” my sister said moving her hands behind her back. I agreed and opened the shower curtain, and began running the water until it was warm. I turned around and saw my lil’ sister bending over and removing her panty’s. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that this was not a dream. I finished taking my clothes off and check the water, it was warm enough. I turned to tell my sister, but she was right behind me. “Is it ready?” she asked sweetly. “Yup, go ahead and get in.” She obeyed and climbed into the shower. This was the first time I was treated to a full, close-up view of my sister. I climbed in behind her and began rinsing my body. But I had to get very close to my sister just to get enough water. As I got closer my dick, which was ready to go, bumped against her ass checks. “Hey. I said no touching,” my sister said while pushing me back. “Sorry, I am just really turned on.” She smiled and reached for the body wash. She opened the cap and began filling her hand with it. She motioned for me to take some and I put my hand out, trying not to stick my dick in her ass again. After she squeezed a very generous hand full into my hand, she put the bottle down and began run the soapy mixture on her body starting at her stomach and working outward in a circle. The sent of Camille filled the air as we soaped up our bodies. I pumped my dick and watched my lil’ sister as soaped up her legs, her chest, and her ass checks. She turned around looked down at my ” activities.” “Well I bet your dick has never felt like this,” she said soaping up her arms. “Almost never, I have some lotion in my room, it doesn’t smell as good but it’s the same effect.” She laughed and motioned for me to switch places with her. I stepped into the main spray of the shower and began washing away the body wash. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, as I did I felt my sister’s tits press into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “Wow! You really held out. I thought for sure you where going to fondle my tits, or at the least come on me,” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my waist. “Well I must admit..” I tried to finish but she put a finger to my lip. She then reached down and began stroking my dick. I groaned as she pulled on my very hard dick, all the while rubbing her legs against mine. I reached around felt her ass. She giggled and turned me around. “You like?” she said pulling at both her nipples. “Hell yeah!” With that I moved my hands to her tits. She let out a short scream. I stopped and looked down to see that my dick had just passed below her pussy, but close enough to touch her lips. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Do it!” she said, flashing me a smile. I didn’t hesitate. I took my dick and guided into her tight pussy. I plunged again and again into her most taboo pussy, as she wrapped a leg around me moaning over and over. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, and just when she was about to protest I and pumped my dick and shot stream after stream of cum onto her tits, and stomach. I looked down at my dick, squeezing out the last few drops. My sister then got onto her knees and cleaned off my dick. Hope you enjoyed, as always pics and comments welcome.

Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration…

Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END