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My Wife, The Softcore Pornstar Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 

My Wife, the Softcore Pornstar

The fact that my wife, Candy, was born with a stripper's name should tell you what you need to know about her parents, upbringing, etc... but the short version is my wife is a high school dropout who worked as a stripper from the day she could work until we married when she was 20. She's curvy and hot with natural 34D tits, nice legs, and an other-worldly ass, and she has a seductive girl-next-door quality to her that belies the bombshell underneath when you meet her out in public.

To say we struggled with money for the last 4 years since getting together is an understatement. My job is a little better than her jobs at starbucks and subway, but not a lot better... and the fact is we're not savers and our junky car (we share) is fucking always setting us back right when we start to catch up.

After borrowing money from both our parents to replace the transmission in the money-pit-on-wheels, we knew we had to somehow catch up, and that's when her "friend" Reese from her strip club days contacted her to see if she was interested in a lucrative side-hustle. Always needing money, she met up with him and another of his associates at the strip club to hear about the gig.

Reese explained that he had been making a lot of money in niche porn. My wife got up to leave on the spot, but he grabbed her by her hand and asked her to please listen to him for just a few minutes.

"It's not PORN porn," he said. "It's softcore. Like, we don't show anything... we don't even really fuck... we just make it look real. There's a ton of guys out there that love the tease... that miss the cable porn or the 80s and 90s or whatever... I can't explain it, but our subscriber base is strong and growing all the time. So we're desperate for new talent... and my god... they'd do backflips if we had someone with -your looks- in a few videos."

"And it isn't like Andy has a problem with you being naked for other people... You were stripping the entire time you were dating! This is being naked with other people... just... with more spice!" Jordan, Reese's co-club-owner said to her.

"Please just let me show you an example before you say no?" Reese asked.

Candy was still standing as if to leave, but she said, "okay... fine. What is it you're really asking me to do?"

Reese clicked a video on his laptop, which began playing on the 75" TV on the wall of his office. An attractive Asian girl was kissing what was supposed to be her boyfriend before he pulled her dress to her midriff, exposing her beautiful C cup tits and then pushing her to her knees in front of him. She took out his cock... Candy remarked that she was already not so sure I would be open to such intimate contact with someone else.

"Keep an open mind, Candy... the money is outstanding for the work." Jordan replied.

The camera angle focused on the Asian girl's mouth... she formed a perfect-looking "dick-sucking 'O'" with her mouth as the guy stroked his hard cock centimeters away from her bottom lip. Then the camera cut to behind her and a bit to the side in a three-quarters view as the guy put two hands behind her head and began moving his hips back and forth in front of her. The appearance was... fairly effective, in Candy's mind... it looked like the guy was fucking the Asian girl in her mouth--although you couldn't actually see his cock disappearing in and out of her mouth or anything.

"And he's not really fucking her mouth?" Candy asked, in confirmation.

"Camera angles and editing." Jordan replied.

Another man entered the frame and the Asian girl acted surprised--but her boyfriend kept grip on her ponytail, holding her until the new guy dropped his pants, revealing a long, hard cock, and then a clever camera pan blocked it with her head as the speakers filled with cock-sucking slurps and gags.

Candy raised her eyebrows again at Jordan, who then stopped the video and said, "How about this for proof..."

He double clicked a video titled "S13-BJ-ALT-ANGLE" and shot from overhead, you could see the Asian girl holding the guy's dick to the side of her face, covering it with her hair, or directly under her chin... he was barely half-erect for most of the clip... Reese showed her two more--this time with the guys taking turns "fucking" the girl, with the main obscured clip, and then the alt angle showing what was really happening.

"Ughhhhhhhh okayyyyyyy..." Candy groaned admitting they had convinced her of how the product was made. "So what's the pay like?"

"You could make... $300-$500 for an hour of work." Reese said. "Sometimes -more- for certain scene types."

Jesus fuck, she thought... she could barely make $500 in a week at Starbucks before taxes... $500 for a single simulated sex scene seemed too good to be true. They could see those very thoughts written across her face as she thought it out, so they took the opportunity to push a little harder.

"You were telling Reese about your latest car repairs when you came in... imagine being able to pay off your parents in just 5 or 6 quick scenes? Then what? You guys could actually pay down your credit cards which I'm sure are maxed out... maybe take a vacation? What do you think?" Jordan asked her.

Candy said, "I don't know... I'd really have to talk this over with my husband before committing to anything."

"Of course you should. This only works if you're both on board, of course." Reese said to her.

"Let me ask you something... would Andy like to see you in a simulated sex scene? How about rough sex... or your boss at the office making you put out for a raise? What would he be into?" Jordan followed.

Candy thought and couldn't decide how real she should be with them... she knew I'd probably love -anything- like this as we had even talked about something in this vein when we were drunk once. And she knew I liked rough sex... forced sex fantasies... anything taboo at all. We both did. I wasn't some puritan lamenting the loss of her virginity...

"Maybe something like the office blackmail? Idk... why?" She asked.

Let's shoot 5 minutes of a scene right now--just for you to show him what we mean... and we'll leave him with a tease... and then... if he's into it, you're in the easy money... bigtime." Reese replied.

Candy was extremely hesitant... they sensed her reluctance and said, "Literally nothing will happen... this is your best and only shot to make some fast money. And you know -you're- okay with it. Only question is your husband... show him what it means and what he can look forward to."

Reese took his camera and said, "Just ad lib... this isn't for the website or anything. I'll move around and keep the angles... Mitchell will come stand in for our male talent."

Mitchell was one of the bouncers at the bar. Dressed in an all-black suit and black tie, he looked like Kingpin, towering over Candy's diminutive frame.

"Just play like he's your boss, and you're late for work... for the third time this week... and you really need the job." Reese said. "And action!"

Mitchell gruffly said, "Goddamnit Sara, this is the third time you're late this week. And by a whole hour! You made me scramble to stretch other people's schedules... I'm gonna have to pay Lilly overtime this week and you know I -hate- paying overtime... You're not leaving me any choices here!"

"Oh.... Please mr... Smith... I need this job, or I can't pay my rent!" Candy said, stumbling over her lines and the fact that she was being filmed as a test to become a softcore porn model...

"I know you don't want to personally pay for everyone else's overtime... you're just not leaving me any choices here. I'm going to have to let you go!" Mitchell said.

"Oh god, no, Mr. Smith! Anything but that! Isn't there some way I can make it up to you?" She asked non-suggestively.

"I'm sorry, Sara, but... I don't think there's anything you can do..." He said pausing for several moments before adding, "...unless...."

"Unless what? Just tell me what I need to do! I'll do anything. Anything to keep my job!" Candy begged, in character.

"For one," Mitchell said, stepping in behind her and pushing her towards the desk, positioning her between the desk and his hulking frame, "...You can turn and face away from me."

He spun her to face the desk, and lifted her arms over her head before reaching around her where he began unbuttoning her blouse.

"M--Mr. Smith!!" She nervously exclaimed. The nervousness may have appeared to casual observers as just decent acting, but Candy was internally freaking out as she allowed another man to strip her... on camera!

But Mitchell wasted no time with her blouse, popping all five buttons open in a moment, before pulling her blouse down her back and off her arms, leaving her in only her bra and a skirt. Reese was positioned on the other side of the desk, facing Candy and Jordan, and he made sure to take wonderful pictures of Candy's gorgeous bra-framed melons before Mitchell unclasped her bra, and pulled that off of her too.

Reese zoomed in on Candy's beautiful, huge, slightly-tanned tits, noting she was obviously tanning topless, and then focused on Mitchell's hands wondering all over Candy's chest, before filling both of his giant hands with her giant tits and playing with her nipples...

"Oh God, Mr. Smith! I'm... I'm married!" Candy said, in character, but also reflecting her current real-life position.

"Now turn around and let me see those tits!" Mitchell commanded as he turned her around to face him with his own hands.

"OH FUCK!" Candy exclaimed as Mitchell pulled her chest to his mouth and began licking, sucking, and nibbling on her nipples. "That's.... that's not simulated, that's for sure!"

Reese pulled his camera away for a moment and said, "There has to be a little contact... you've seen stuff on HBO right? Let's keep rolling okay? I promise he'll love what you show him."

Candy tried to get back in character and asked, "M--Mr. Smith... is... is this necessary to keep my job?"

"This is just the start, Sara!" Mitchell said before reaching for his own belt, pulling it completely from his pants and then using it to around her throat like a thick leather leash. "Get on your knees. You know what I want!"

Candy was pushed to her knees by the hulking bouncer who dropped his pants and underpants in front of her, showing his fairly huge dick to her as he pulled her close to it by the belt around her neck. He stroked his big dick inches in front of her face as Reese moved in close for tighter shots, and she flinched a few times when Mitchell shook his cock at her, accidentally hitting her in the forehead, cheeks, and mouth.

Reese explained in the moment that such incidental contact was useful for giving the illusion that other contact was actually taking place, and that they could edit anything that might seem too openly sexual--but that she would need to really touch his cock with her lips (to a point), hands, and tits, before any simulated BJ. She was nervous but said to "just edit anything bad" and they continued.

With the green light given, Mitchell took to rubbing his cock across her lips, at one point, dragging his cock sideways through her open mouth--as if her mouth was a hotdog bun. With her lips on the top and bottom of his thick, hard cock, Reese had Candy pump his cock--effectively jacking him off as she held his dick in her mouth.

Reese then told her to face him directly, and allow him to rest his cock on her bottom lip with her mouth open--making it look like he was pushing into her mouth for the start of the BJ, so he could get the "right up to the moment" establishing shot before moving behind her for the fake BJ, telling her they'd probably need several takes to make sure they get it 'perfect.'

"Suck my fucking cock!" Mitchell commanded as he rubbed the bulbous head of his fully erect cock across her open lips, before settling it on her bottom lip and slowly pushing it forward until it just touched the bottom of her top lip. At the angle Reese was shooting, you could see that with her mouth that wide open, almost an inch and a half to two inches of his dick was actually in her oral cavity--just not fully wrapped by her lips--so she wasn't technically sucking his cock yet. They got it right on the first take, but Reese still made them try a couple more times so he could film it from different angles--and it was on the third and fourth try where Mitchell accidentally pushed a little too far forward, causing Candy to jump backwards as she felt him on her tongue and in her mouth.

"Oh god oh god! Cut that!" She begged.

"Of course we'll edit this so you can get a yes from your husband!" Reese assured her.

"Oh thank you! Sorry! I know it was an accident!" Candy stammered.

On the fourth try, Mitchell went a little far in again, and Reese asked her to just hold it for a moment to see if he could find the perfect angle to make it look like it was "in" without showing it--but her lips were completely closed around Mitchell's dick, with two inches of it buried inside.

"Almost.... Just---just a little bit more... this looks like it will work... just a bit more here..." Reese said, straining, as he moved himself and the camera ever so slightly behind her until he got the shot he wanted.

"Okay, now give me your hands." Reese told her as he poured copious amounts of lube into her palms.

"The trick on this part... is you've got this hand fully wrapped around the shaft of his cock right here, right? And you wrap your other hand around the head of his cock here, right? And you bring them both to your mouth--which you leave open like he's actually inside... and I'm going to try to get a little direct footage of it so that it looks like he's facefucking you--but he's really just fucking your hands, okay?" Reese instructed.

Candy was nervous but said she'd give it a try, and Mitchell began slowly sliding his well lubed, rock hard cock in and out of her hands, as he held her by the back of her head.

"See how that works?" Reese asked her. Candy nodded and said "Mm-hmm?" and so Reese asked them to get into it for the scene.

Mitchell began really pounding her hands with his dick from that point forward, taking long, dramatic strokes that almost took his cock completely out of her outermost hand before pushing about 5 inches in until he got to the back of her other hand.

"You guys, this is great... you're a natural!" Reese said, telling here how perfect the illusion was and suggesting they keep experimenting with the scene since it was so hot and she was already doing it so well.

What Reese was really watching was Candy's expression--as he could see her eyes widen in shock every few strokes, when it was obvious Mitchell's dick had gone all the way into her mouth, briefly, and that she was... to a point... giving him a blowjob. She tried to hide it... but there in all of its 4k glory, was video of Mitchell's thick, hard shaft plunging in and out of her clinched fists--sometimes stopping several inches short of bottoming out against his pelvis, but sometimes going all the way to the last inch or two.

"Candy, let's try something else... and this one we can edit... but I want to see you hold him against your face and stick out your tongue, and just run his cock from his balls to the tip down your open mouth like that. You're not sucking his cock, just touching the outside of it kinda like the handjob you're giving him here." Reese suggested.

Candy looked apprehensive, but did as asked, saying first, "I am not sure this one should make the edit, but let's try it."

Reese got her to lick the length of Mitchell's hard cock up and down fully three or four times in a row before having her use her lips a bit like before but licking his cock and pumping it. He realized there was some kind of bright line in Candy's mind that as long as she wasn't engulfing the shaft of Mitchell's cock from the tip downward, she'd use her hands and mouth on it in almost any other way, and at this point she was giving him a full mouthjob without sucking the head of his cock.

In a test of her bright line, he asked her to "hide the head of his cock in your mouth and just pump the length of the shaft a few times."

"Oh come on, Reese!" Candy laughed--but she did it! On her hands and knees, she had Mitchell's huge, hard dick suspended between her mouth and his pelvis--even letting him push in and out in tiny little strokes of no more than an inch or so before Reese encouraged her to pump it with her right hand but keep it held in her mouth.

"No way this makes the edit!" Candy said as she went even further, sliding her tongue over her bottom lip under his shaft while pumping it.

"No, but it's great test footage anyway!" Reese suggested. "And since he's in already?"

Candy rolled her eyes, but knew what Reese wanted to see. What -everyone- wanted to see. For the next 60 seconds, Candy gave her best, most complete blowjob to Mitchell... her head bobbing up and down, his shaft enveloped by her beautiful mouth, her perfect dick-sucking-lips stretching completely around it, being pulled in and out by the friction of his shaft sliding to the back of her throat and back to her lips again and again.

"Now let's move on or I'm outta here!" She said as she pulled off of Mitchell's cock with an audible pop, indicating she was sucking him hard.

"Fine, fine... that was truly fantastic. I'm telling you you're a natural at this... you're going to make a ton of money!" Jordan said.

Mitchell pulled Candy to her feet and pushed her over the desk before flipping her skirt up on her back and saying for the camera, "Now I'm gonna fuck that sweet, desperate little pussy of yours!"

Again Reese got behind and off to the side to get some tight shots of Mitchell rubbing his huge, lubed cock up and down Candy's beautiful pussy--but this time there was no attempt to "get more" than required. Once Reese took his establishing shots of Mitchell lining up his target, he walked to the other side of the desk and pointed his camera up at their faces, telling them to act like she was taking that huge dick for the first time. Mitchell had leaned in and showed her what he was going to do in terms of pushing his dick down between her legs, but not in her pussy, and that trust and great acting made everything work for everyone.

"Oh my fucking god!" Candy exclaimed as Mitchell growled, "Take this big dick in your right cunt, Sara!"

He purposefully slapped his hips and pelvis against her ass to make that "she's obviously being fucked" smack-smack-smack sound, and Candy play-acted as if she was getting completely plowed by him. They only took a couple minutes of footage before Reese said, "Now here's the hook for your husband..."

With that, he moved back behind Candy and filmed a tight shot of her ass as Mitchell poured lube from a tiny bottle across the beautiful, tightly clinched rosebud between her two perfectly round ass cheeks, saying "Now you're gonna take it up the ass, bitch!"

"Oh my god, Mr Smith!!! NOOOOO!" Candy begged.

Mitchell rubbed his hard cock up and down Candy's puckered back door... finally, with her completely immobilized and breathing heavily in fear of actually being penetrated by Mitchell's giant, hard dick, he lodged the head of his stiff erection in the deep recess of her back door. He held it there while Reese filmed, narrating how he was going to fuck her ass hard, and only then would she earn her job back, and he applied just a bit of pressure against her back door so it would stretch and begin to just show signs of letting him inside.

Candy just assumed they were going the oral sex route again, seeing how far they could push it, but Reese cut it off and moved in front of her and said, "Now sell it to me."

Mitchell pushed his cock down between her legs and grabbed a fistful of her hair and grunted loudly as he lunged forward. Candy screamed like her life depended on it, and Reese told them it was amazing--and to shoot it again. And again. And a fourth time.

Then, Reese said, "I'd like to try something", causing Candy to reply, "Oh god, here we go."

"No no, it's not 'hey let him fuck you in the ass we'll edit it.' I actually don't want your husband to see any of the anal. I want him to -want- to see the anal. You told me earlier that's top-tier fantasy porn for him / you right?"

"Absolutely." Candy replied.

"Cool... so no, we're not going to show him Mitchell's cock up your ass, or 5 minutes of him pounding you from behind and you moaning about how it hurts or whatever... that's what we want him to want you to finish someday. But earlier we agreed touching with hands was okay... with your permission, I'd like to get a few moments of Mitchell just rubbing your back door with his fingers to show him lubing you up before anal. Is that okay?"

Candy thought about it briefly and agreed.

And for the longest time, that's what he did... drizzled a little lube, and rubbed his fingers around her back door and over it... pressing slightly to the point of getting Candy to say out loud, "careful there or you'll actually get me interested in anal haha!"

And that's when Mitchel began pushing a single finger into her from behind. Just to the fingertip at first, but then two the second knuckle... and then all the way to his palm. He took his time... let her get used to it as she breathed deeply... Reese had him say some of the same things over and over so when he cut any of it into the video it would be consistent with him telling Sara (Candy) that he was going to fuck her in the ass.

Then he started moving it in and out of her asshole slowly but smoothly, causing Candy to moan "Oh.... Goddddddd.... Easssssssy!"

Mitchell switched to his thumb, finger banging Candy's back door with it while hiding his cock between her pussy lips, making it look like he was fucking her pussy and thumbing her ass at the same time.

"I'm not going to let you fuck me in the ass for real, okay?" Candy insisted.

"He's not going to really buttfuck you, Candy--we told you that part already!" Reese replied.

"But aren't you trying to get him to push it in--even just the tip?" Candy asked.

"That would just be like... for me... not for the video... if you actually did it." Reese said.

"Oh god, you really do want him to stick it in... then what, fuck a little bit? Then fuck a lot? No way!" Candy exclaimed.

"Just one still photo... with just the head inside?" Reese begged.

"OH my god, you're ridiculous!" Candy replied.

She was seriously considering allowing him to do it, but she really worried they would try for more.

"You won't try for more, right? Just the head inside?" She asked in clarification.

Reese and Mitchell smiled at each other. Jordan was beside himself with joy, which he tried to cover by keeping his hand over his mouth. They didn't answer... she was talking herself into it.

"OH God, I swear you better not show anyone!" Candy said, shaking her fist at them but bending over the desk again. "Get it before I chicken out... I hate anal!"

Mitchell did exactly as negotiated... he finger banged her ass a bit more to make sure it was well lubed and ready to receive -more- and then he stroked his cock and slowly pushed against her until after about a minute or so, her back door gave way and he was inside her--if only just.

Reese took dozens of photos of Mitchell posed grabbing her hair and fake growling--they even got her to wince and act like it was killing her--then they asked if she'd do it one more time from a different position and again she agreed--letting them put her on her back with her legs spread wide, her pussy up, and Mitchell's long cock pushing into her asshole from the bottom as he stood between her legs at the edge of the desk. In this position they got her with Mitchell's meaty hands on her tits and again wrapped around her throat. And as much as the guys wanted to keep going, they knew they couldn't push their luck or they'd lose their model for good.

Mitchell leaned over to kiss Candy to thank her for taking the few "faux anal" / "posed anal" shots, but during the act of leaning in to kiss her, his forward motion slowly advanced his cock into Candy's well-lubed, but still unwilling back door... but because he took his time, inch after inch slid up her ass as he said sweet things about how beautiful she looked during the shoot until he was basically balls deep in her ass and she was smiling but taking long, deep breaths listening to his compliments.

As he stood up, he made sure to keep his cock completely buried to the hilt in her ass as Reese took the pics Mitchell had just set up.

"Good girl." Mitchell said to Candy as she wagged her finger at him but jokingly said, "You fucker!"

As he leaned back in again, he slid his cock in and out of her ass just an inch or two--bottoming out again and again without causing her grief by long-stroking her ass as he kissed her again and again. She knew Reese was shooting... she knew he'd keep these shots private... she thought he would, anyway... and the fact that Mitchell was hurting her, but not nearly as much as she feared... she just let it happen. He then leaned back and held her throat and told her to fight him a bit as he clearly--and by the moment, more and more forcefully fucked her ass as she lay on her back choking and instinctively gripping his arm to pull it off her throat. Finally he leaned his torso back so Reese could get in and shoot his cock sliding from the tip to his balls in and out of her back door as her pussy splayed open for the camera, before pulling out.

"You know the cumshots are real although some are staged, right?" Jordan asked as Mitchell reluctantly pulled out of her ass.

"Oh... really?" Candy asked, again sounding unsure of how that might affect her participation.

"Let's at least shoot it and then we'll show you a couple of ways we can work it in or leave it out of the thing you show your husband. Pretty sure he'd love to see a good money shot--I think we show the beginning and fade to black as the second hook after the anal non-anal." Jordan replied.

Candy rolled her eyes and asked, "I guess this is the typical 'money shot?'" even as she got down on her knees in front of Mitchell who was already stroking himself to get off.

"Obviously don't like, film this, but I'd like to speed things along" Candy said as she took Mitchell's huge cock in her mouth again, working it in counter-corkscrew motions with both hands as she slid up and down his shaft like lightning.

"Holy fuck!" Mitchell exclaimed as she pressed the gas pedal on his orgasm, taking him from a cold start to needing to cum in just a few minutes.

Reese filmed the whole thing, of course, telling Candy he'd need to keep the camera going so as not to miss the actual cumshot which could come at any moment.

But it did not come immediately... and before anyone knew it, they had five solid minutes of Candy giving the best, most explicit blowjob that they could have ever dreamed when things began that afternoon. But Mitchell kept going... seemingly unable to cum, causing Reese and Jordan to suggest changing positions or even having Candy give "even more help" which was code for them wanting her to fuck him to get him to cum--but she persisted.

And after almost fifteen solid minutes of her most intense cocksucking, Mitchell was ready to blow. Reese made sure everyone was positioned where needed and he had Candy double fisting Mitchell's long, hard cock right above her face and wide open waiting mouth.

Mitchell didn't so much cum as erupt! His orgasm lasted all of ninety seconds, which may not sound like much until you realize he was cumming and cumming and cumming until he had nothing left to give poor Candy, who was absolutely drenched and who had swallowed more cum in a single pop shot than she had all times prior combined.

And Reese got it all... perfectly. Even the few times where Mitchell stuck his cock into her mouth to clean him off.

When they were done, Candy and Mitchell showered together and came back to the office. Reese told her to swing back by the office in a few hours and he'd give her two preview videos to show her husband to ask his permission one very conservative and one a bit more... out there. She could choose what to show.

A Sexy Summer Short

 

 

 

 

 

 NTRODUCTION: If you've read any of my other stories, most of the women I describe remain consistent:

• Sherri - my current wife of over 20 years
• Tara - girlfriend from grad school who was open to anything, and I mean anything, in bed
• Jess - the nice girl that I screwed over (both physically and emotionally)
• Kat - college girlfriend who cheated on me

Other women passed through my life at times, some for more time, some for less. But there was one time-period that was more active than others. It was in the early 90's - the summer after Kat broke up with me. I made the decision that for that one summer there would be no relationships, no falling in love, just dating around and enjoying myself - and enjoying as many willing women as possible.

This is the first story of that summer. If it's well-received, maybe this can be a series of "Sexy Summer Shorts" that continues in the future.

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I was 22 and working in the accounting department of a local hotel getting some experience before leaving for graduate school in the fall. One of my co-workers, Elaine, mentioned that she wanted to introduce me to her little sister, Heather. Elaine was older than me and engaged but knew me well enough that she felt comfortable with me asking out her 18-year-old sister.

I called Heather, we chatted and picked a night to go out later that week. Heather still lived with her mom but was heading to college in the fall. So, for the first time in a few years, I had to do the awkward "meet the parent" when picking up a girl for a date. When Heather came down the stairs, I was psyched. Where her sister Elaine was sort of a frumpy, plain, brunette, Heather was the exact opposite.

She was shorter than me with a lean body highlighted by a pair of skinny jeans. She was wearing a crop top that showed a hint of a toned stomach with a belly ring. Her breasts were small and perky, slightly bouncing under her top. Heather had long blond hair that fell to mid-back and her makeup looked light and natural which set off her bright green eyes. She was naturally attractive, and her entire vibe was that she was the type of summer girl the Beach Boys would have written and sung about decades earlier.

We left her house and went on a very typical first date. Dinner, coffee, then a walk around a local outdoor shopping center. Because she was under 21, neither of us drank on the date and she was definitely younger and at a different point in life. She was still basking in the memory of her senior year in high school and excited about leaving for college. Fortunately, we had similar tastes in music, movies and TV so despite the differences, we got along pretty well. Heather had a curfew from her mother of midnight, and we made it back in plenty of time. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and we planned a second date.

I was still working and dating other girls while Heather was spending time with family, friends and most likely guys at the same time. But we seemed to like each other enough that we would get together at least once if not twice a week.

As we continued to go out, the kisses moved to her mouth, then got more aggressive. We made out at the movie theater and in my car. When I had a day off, we went to the beach, and I got to see her in a bikini for the first time. Her body had all the advantages that youth brings, nothing sagging, everything pert and tight. At one point, we were both in the water, sort of playing and bouncing in the waves, when Heather swam over and wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist.

As we started kissing, I could feel myself starting to swell in my bathing suit. I tried to shift so that Heather wouldn't be able to feel my erection, but she tightened her legs even more.

"Nope. I want to feel you." She said into my ear. Our kisses got deeper as the waves bounced her thinly covered crotch against my swollen unit. Heather used her legs to tighten her grip and began to breathe against my neck. Her pelvis was grinding against me, and her breaths got shorter and more frequent. I had my hands on her ass, gripping her naked cheeks under her bathing suit bottom.

All of a sudden, I heard Heather start to whimper and her whole body seized around me. I felt her hips buck once...then twice...then her whole body went limp.

"Fuck that felt good." She spoke. Heather let loose her grip and kicked away from me in the water. I could tell that she was readjusting her bikini underwater as it had gotten a little twisted from our activity.

Swimming back, she climbed up on to my back and kissed my neck and face.

"Sorry you're so hard. If you can wait, I'll help you out when we get out of here."

The rest of the day was fun, but uncomfortable for me. It felt like my dick would never fully deflate and I spent a copious amount of time trying to hide it from everyone on the beach. Plus, my groin was aching from a classic case of blue balls. Later in the afternoon, we left the beach, grabbed dinner at a nearby seafood shack and hopped in the car to bring Heather home.

As we neared her house, she told me to turn down a street a bit earlier than usual. The street led to an office park that was obviously closed for the weekend. Heather directed me to the back of the parking lot and down a second hidden driveway. This led us to an old empty lot that looked like it used to be used for overflow parking. I guided the car into a corner as Heather adjusted her position and leaned over the console to my seat.

Heather reached up and gripped the sides of my shorts, guiding them down and over my hips. My sore, flaccid dick started to come to attention as she took it in her mouth and began swirling her tongue up and down its length. As my cock grew in her mouth, Heather worked her way up so that her lips were around the sensitive skin at the head, licking and sucking before plunging back down the entire length.

I had never really talked to Heather about how sexually experienced she was, but she definitely had some natural talents when it came to giving head. She took my dick from her mouth and started licking up and down my shaft like a summer popsicle. Her tongue traced every inch of skin and the engorged veins that throbbing up my length. Heather was able to take one of her hands and started to stroke me while she returned to swallowing my dick.

After all the teasing that day, I knew I wouldn't last long, and I felt my explosion building. I had my hand resting on the back of Heather's head as I felt the cum begin to boil.

"Heather, I'm gonna cum" I warned.

Heather backed off my cock, keeping just the head in her mouth as I shot my load. I felt her mouth fill with my seed and heard her gag slightly. As I still dripped out the remnants of my orgasm, Heather sat up quickly and grabbed her empty soda cup from the holder in the car. Prying off the top, she spit my load into the cup and used a napkin to wipe off her lips and chin.

Smiling up at me, she said, "Swallowing is gross, but hope that made up for today a bit." I drove her home and we made plans for later that week.

On our next date, we met up on a Saturday morning and decided to spend the day at my place. That summer, I was renting a house in the suburbs with two roommates. The house was owned by my buddy Jim's uncle who had moved out years ago but rented it to whatever family or friends needed it at any given time. It was technically three floors, so we each had some space. Mac was in the converted basement which was the largest space. Jim was on the middle floor with the kitchen and most of the living area. I was in a converted attic which gave me room for a sitting area, TV, bed and my own small bathroom with a shower.

The two best parts of the house were that it had an inground pool in the backyard and the converted attic/loft that acted as my bedroom. There was a grill by the pool and an outdoor staircase that ran from the patio all the way up to a door to my loft. During colder months, I could enter my room through the house, but in summer, I usually just opened the gate, walked by the pool and ran up the exterior steps to my room.

Anyway, we spent the day by the pool with my housemates and a random collection of friends. That day, Heather was in a different, but equally revealing bikini. She was matched, however, by some of the other female guests and girlfriends who gathered around that day. For the guys, there was a collection of boobs and booties of all shapes and sizes on display all afternoon. Admittedly, while some of the girls were older and bustier, I was still mesmerized by the young, lean shape of Heather.

We all swam, smooched and relaxed enjoying the summer day. Both Jim and Mac alternated between sneaking glances at Heather's body and giving me different versions of thumbs-up when she wasn't looking, which earned Mac some smacks from his girlfriend. Some of the group disbursed and left while the remaining folks all grilled some food and had some drinks (yes, I gave booze to an underage girl) as we lounged into the evening.

Once the sun when down, Heather and I mutually decided to head up to my loft before I had to drive her home later that night. As soon as we got into the room, we fell on to the small sofa I had in one part of the room, by the door. Heather still had on her bikini and had pulled on a pair of Daisy Duke denim shorts. I sat on the couch and Heather straddled me, as we started making out.

My hands moved up under her top and I started cupping her small tits and playing with her hardening nipples. With our mouths locked together, Heather was grinding her pelvis on my bathing suit-covered crotch. I was able to reach behind her and undo the straps on her top releasing her breasts. I grabbed her by her back and pulled her toward me. I started sucking on her small tits and licking her nipples, switching back and forth. Her tits were small enough that I could cover them with my entire hand and take most of them into my mouth at any given time. I could feel Heather's small nipples tightening and perking up as I added suction. Meanwhile, she seemed to have found a way to get the seam on her denim shorts to rub against her covered pussy and she was pushing herself closer and closer to an orgasm. The scent of her pussy started to fill the warm room as her breaths got faster.

Suddenly, I felt Heather's body seize up against me as she bit down on my shoulder through my shirt in the throes of her orgasm. She groaned and continued to grind her pussy against me as she rode a small second wave. We were both sweaty from our activity and the hot, humid summer air. We locked our sweat covered lips together again before Heather said, "Get a condom and let's move to the bed."

We separated ourselves from the couch and I went into the adjoining bathroom to grab some condoms before returning to the bedroom. Heather was completely naked, laying on top of the sheets. Her body was lean and tight, and her boobs didn't fall to the sides at all, despite laying on her back, staying pert and upright on her chest. She had her knees bent with her feet planted on the mattress so I could see the folds of her wet, glistening pussy. At her crotch, she had a light blonde patch of fuzz that was visible but well-trimmed.

Seeing her fully naked in the light for the first time I was entranced with her distinct tan lines. Her skin was bronzed from the summer sun, but her tits and pelvis showed just how pale and almost translucent her natural skin tones were. There were some thin, slightly lighter strips on her shoulders and on her hips from when different bathing suits had been worn throughout the summer. Even now, close to 30 years later, I openly admit I love the look of tan lines on a woman and Heather is partially responsible for that.

As I walked toward her, condoms in hand, a thought flashed into my mind:

"Uh, Heather, we've never talked about this, but are you a .... Uh...". Fortunately, she saved me from continuing with a laugh.

"No. I'm not a virgin. I've been having sex since my junior year with my old boyfriend."

"Well, in that case, what's your pleasure?" Yeah, I heard the cheesiness, but fortunately Heather ignored it.

"I want you on top of me. My puss is so fucking wet right now. I want to feel you inside of me." She spread her legs even more as she spoke, inviting me over.

I rolled the condom over my rigid cock and laid between her legs. I'm just about 6 feet tall and what I've always described as "perfectly average" in the dick department. Despite the fact that her pussy was dripping from her recent orgasms, the head of my cock felt immediate resistance as I tried to push in.

Heather let out a groan and was shifting and rotating her hips to try to help me press forward. I pulled back slightly and instead ran the length of my cock up along her slit, spreading some of her natural lubricant over myself. As I worked my way back down, I would put the tip of my cock slightly inside her, lubing it up more, as well.

Heather's clit was already sensitive and the motion of me rubbing against it was pushing her toward another orgasm. Realizing she was getting closer; I moved my dick back to her opening and readied myself for another attempt.

This time, I was able slide about half of my length into her pussy. Heather clamped her calves around my thighs, and I felt her fingernails dig into my chest. She let out a deep groan, then a full-fledged scream as she had her third orgasm within 15 minutes. (With only 50% of my dick penetrating in total!)

This time, I didn't give her any time to recover as I started thrusting in and out of her more aggressively. Her pussy was like a vice around my cock, the benefits of youth, I guess. It was soft, warm and flowing with juices though. Any guilt I felt about fucking someone 4 years my junior was quickly dispelled the longer I stayed inside her. With every thrust, I felt her pussy walls grip my cock, seemingly trying to milk it of its cum.

Within minutes, she achieved her goal as I felt my balls start to constrict and fill the condom with a load of sticky cum. I was covered in sweat and started to collapse on top of her, before realizing that I would crush her under my weight. I bridged up on my elbows, letting her breathe while she ran her hands over my back.

Not wanting any accidents, I slipped out of her, making sure the condom didn't lose any of its contents. I threw it out and returned to the bed where Heather was still recovering.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Just after 10."

"Awesome. So, we have time for more! Can you go down and grab me a drink. I'm dying right now."

I threw some clothes back on and went back down the stairs to the pool, cooler, my roommates and a couple of remaining guests. By the smirks on their faces, it was pretty obvious that they knew what was going on. Being the mature 22-year-old that I was, I gave what I thought was the most appropriate response, a solid middle finger to all of them as I grabbed some drinks from the cooler.

They all laughed and as I turned to go back upstairs, my roommate Jim said, "Nice Shadow Puppets, by the way." Laughter filled the air as I turned back.

"What are you talking about?" Now, laughter erupted as John nodded up to my room.

"Check your lights next time .... Shadow puppets." I followed his gaze and realized that the couch we started fooling around on was up against the window of my room. Basically, we had given them a partial show through the closed blinds.

"You guys all suck" I said, which started yet another round of laughs as I climbed the stairs. When I got up to the room, Heather was sitting up in the bed (which at least confirmed our activities on the bed couldn't be seen from downstairs.)

"Oh no ... do they know we were fooling around up here?" Heather was blushing with embarrassment. "Were they laughing at me? What did they say?" I noticed she was trying to cover herself with the sheets as she spoke.

Despite Heather's flirtatiousness and aggressiveness at times, she was still only 18 and worried about being judged by a large group. I decided to spare her any further embarrassment, knowing that my idiot friends would never say anything about the "shadow puppets" to her, directly. They were jerks, but they weren't assholes.

I handed Heather a wine cooler and sat down next to her on the bed. "Yeah, I think they figured out what we're up to, but that's normal around here. We've all given each other crap when we bring a girl home. But they were mostly just giving me shit about why I wasn't gone longer!"

My white lie seemed to calm Heather down and we both drank the cold beverages as we lingered in the bed. Heather threw one leg over my hips and was laying on my shoulder. The distinct difference in temperature was actually erotic. Her cold hand, lips and breath from her drink felt great against my hot sweaty skin. My cock started stirring again and Heather felt it happening. We took a couple more sips and put our drinks back down before rolling toward each other to start kissing again. My bare cock pressed against her wet folds and for just a second I started to slip inside her.

Heather pulled back with a panicked, "Jay, we can't!"

"I know! Sorry. I literally slipped in! Let me grab a condom."

As I slipped into my second condom of the night, I saw Heather scrambling in the bed. When I looked over, she had positioned herself on her hands and knees, with her tan line-patterned ass up in the air.

"I've never done it like this, and I want to try."

I started moving toward her but then took a brief detour to turn off the main lights in the room. I turned on one lamp that gave the room a darker, sexier glow.

As I climbed up behind her, Heather asked, "Why did you turn off all the lights."

"A few reasons" I stammered. "First, it might help keep it cooler in here. Next, if I look at you bent over like that in full light, I won't last long. Finally, it's just sexier."

Heather seemed to accept my answer and wiggled her ass at me, "Well, then get over here and stick that dick back in me."

I did as she instructed and kneeled on the bed behind her. I shifted her legs a bit and told her to lean down on her elbows and pull a pillow under her head. While she did that, I reached down and grabbed my cock directing it into her pussy. This time, there was no resistance as she had opened up from our previous activities. Once I was comfortably in, I grabbed her hips and pushed forward.

"Unnnnnggghhhhh....holy fuck, Jason, that feels incredible." Heather again swirled her hips making circular motions around my embedded cock. I pulled back and thrusted again. Another groan escaped Heather's lips.

"Fuck, that's good. You feel so fucking deep. Do it harder...but not too much yet."

I started a slow but steady rhythm thrusting in and out of Heather's pussy. My fingers were digging into her hips where I had a solid grip on her thin frame. The room was filled with the scent of her arousal, and I could feel her juices dripping off my condom-covered cock onto my balls. Heather had her arms buried under the pillow with her head on top. She was grunting and moaning as I fucked her from behind. Thanks to the condom and our previous round of fucking, I was able to last much longer the second time.

Kerry and Sara Go to the Movies

 

 

 

 

 

Sara leaned forward. "So, are you doing anything after class?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought about it," said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara.

Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sara. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads. Sara played volleyball for the college team. Kerry ran track and specialized in the 100-meter dash.

"Wanna go see a movie?" Sara said, her heart pounding. She'd been trying to get her nerve up to ask that question all semester. Spring was here, and there were only three more weeks of school. It was now or never.

"Sure, that would be great," Kerry said.

The professor walked into the room and started to lecture. Sara opened her book and began taking notes, as did Kerry and most of the other students. Sara could barely concentrate. Kerry had agreed so quickly. Did she think of the movie as a romantic date or a friend date? Sara forced her mind to think about the professor's lecture on asexual reproduction. She didn't dare let herself dream of sharing her deepest secret with Kerry. It was a secret she'd never told anyone outside her family.

Class ended. Outside the building Kerry and Sara paused. Sara's shoulder-length hair glistened reddish gold in the afternoon sun. "You have beautiful hair," Kerry said. She touched her own short, straight, dark hair. "Is it naturally curly?"

Sara's heart began to beat harder again. "It's always been like this," she said. "I tried straightening it once. Didn't take. But I love the color of yours, and the way you cut it. It looks so . . . boyish." She could hardly bring herself to look Kerry in the eyes as she spoke.

"Oh, thank you," said Kerry. "So what movie did you want to see? I probably need to go back to the dorm and change first."

Change? Sara thought. Changing was what you did before a real date. "Yes, let's change before we go. Then we can decide what movie to see."

They both lived in the same dorm, McCormac Hall. The walk took only five minutes. Sara's room was on the third floor, and she knew Kerry's was on the fifth because several times, when Kerry was on the elevator, Sara had ridden all the way to the top, just to spend a few more seconds being close to her.

"Meet you back here in ten minutes?" Kerry asked when they reached the lobby.

"Okay."

In her room, Sara could barely decide what to wear. She didn't want too look too flirty, but being too casual could be a mistake, too. She settled on a pair of fairly short blue jean shorts and a tank top with a button up shirt as a cover-up. Taking off the shirt would show off her cleavage and thighs and butt if the time seemed right. Under the shorts she wore full-cut cotton panties with a simple lace waistband. She stood with her back to the full-length mirror, lifted up the shirt, and bent forward while looking over her shoulder. The white line of the panties just barely peeked out under her shorts. Perfect.

Kerry was waiting in the lobby when Sara stepped off the elevator. She wore a suede jacket over a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off her perfect butt. Sara felt a tingling in her panties when she saw her.

"Those shorts really look nice on you. They show off your legs," Kerry said.

"Thanks. I love those jeans, too." Sara decided to drop a hint, so she added, "They really make your butt look fine."

"I heard that new movie about aliens is good," Sara said as they walked outside.

"Really? You like that sort of thing?" Kerry asked. "I was thinking it might be fun to see the remake of Romeo and Juliet. It's romantic, you know."

Sara could barely believe her luck. This beautiful girl wanted to see a romantic movie with her. Was she trying to tell her something?

"Should we drive to the theater or walk?" Kerry asked.

"I could use the exercise. Let's walk," Sara said.

The theater was fifteen minutes away. The walk took them through the park, past children's playground equipment and a rock garden and some large, ancient oaks. By the time they got their popcorn and found seats, the previews were almost over. They whispered about the characters when the movie started. Sara pointed out the guy playing the Romeo. "Isn't he cute? He reminds me of my brother's best friend," she said.

"I guess he's cute, but he's not my type," Kerry said.

"Really? Who is your type?"

"Juliet is my type. I hope that doesn't bother you."

Sara felt for Kerry's hand in the dark. She wondered if Kerry would feel how fast her heart was beating. She could barely keep her fingers from trembling.

"Bother me? Why do you think I asked you out?"

She found Kerry's hand and laid hers on it. Kerry squeezed her hand and placed it on Sara's bare thigh. "Just checking," she said. Sara felt her nipples harden at the touch of Kerry's hand on her leg.

Kerry's hand gradually drifted up Sara's thigh as the movie went on. By the time it was over, Sara knew her panties were so wet they must be making a spot on her shorts.

After the movie they walked slowly back toward the dorm. They held hands. Kerry paused in the park, in front of the largest oak, and pulled Sara toward her. "I hope there aren't any bears in the woods," Kerry said. "I'm terrified of bears."

"Me, too," said Sara. "And scorpions."

She kissed Sara's lips and put her hands on Sara's butt. At first their lips brushed together as light as feathers; soon Sara opened her lips and invited Kerry's tongue in her mouth. Kerry put her hands under the shirt and rubbed Sara's butt. "You have the nicest ass I've ever seen," she whispered.

"Not as nice as yours," Sara said. She could hardly believe how quickly things were moving. "Do you know low long I've dreamed of kissing you?"

"As long as I dreamed of doing this?" Kerry said, and put her left hand on Sara's breast. Her right hand moved to the zipper of Sara's shorts and pulled it down.

"Should we go back to the dorm?" Sara asked. She could hear children playing on the swing set in the late summer dusk. No one could see her and Kerry now, but if anyone walked around the rock garden, they might be spotted.

"Okay, let's go."

The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Sara tried to decide if she should share her other secret with Kerry. She didn't want to scare her away. On the other hand, if anyone had told her this morning that by this evening, Kerry would be fondling her breast and thrusting her tongue in her mouth, Sara would not have believed it.

They held hands the whole time, even when they walked through the lobby. Sara caught Amy's eye as she walked past the desk. Amy winked when she saw Kerry and Sara holding hands.

"Whose room are we going to?" Kerry asked.

"My roommate won't be in," said Sara. "She went home for the weekend."

"Mine hardly ever leaves the room," said Kerry. "Let's go to your room."

As soon as the door was closed, Sara removed her button up shirt and Kerry took off her jacket. Sara lifted Kerry's T-shirt over her head. She wore a lacy white bra. "Let me help you with that," Sara said, even though she could see it hooked in front. Kerry's nipples were pink rose-colored buds surrounded by honey-colored areolas. Sara kissed them slowly, one at a time.

Kerry unbuttoned Sara's shorts and pulled them halfway down her thighs. They moved together toward Sara's bed. Sara lay down and lifted her legs. Kerry pulled the shorts off and dropped them to the floor. She lay down by Sara and said, "I love your panties. There's something so soft and comforting about a full pair of cotton panties."

"I'm glad you like them. I have a large collection, from silk thongs to boy-short panties, but these are my favorites, too. What kind of panties are you wearing?"

"Why don't you help me off with these jeans, and you can see?"

Without another word, Sara unbuttoned and unzipped Kerry's jeans. Incredibly, Kerry was wearing the same panties!

"You are so gorgeous," Sara said, putting her hand on Kerry's moist panties between her legs.

Just then, Sara felt the urge to poop. It was probably the effect of the popcorn and soda at the movies. Still, she hadn't gone for a couple of days, so she thought it would be a firm poop. She took a deep breath and said, "I like these panties for lots of reasons."

"Like what?"

"One reason is that you can wear short shorts and show off your panties. It's fun to tease the boys. And the girls," she added, kissing Kerry's lip and nibbling her tongue softly.

"That's a good reason. Any others?"

Was Kerry's question headed the way she hoped? Sara wondered. "Well, there is one other reason," she said slowly.

"What's that?"

"You might think it's gross."

"Why not try me?"

Sara knew this was her chance. If she didn't tell now, she might never be able to. "Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm in public and there's no restroom, or the restroom is locked or dirty, or sometimes when I'm in bed and really lazy, I like to, you know, go in my panties."

There. She'd said it. Sara held her breath to see how Kerry would react.

"Go? You mean pee your panties? We all have little accidents," said Kerry.

"I know. But I mean accidentally on purpose. And. . . ."

"Really? I've never peed myself on purpose. Not since I was little, anyway. Is it fun?" She sucked on Sara's left nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good," Sara moaned. "Yes, peeing yourself is one of the greatest feelings in the world. The warm pee floods your panties, and you're all wet, and you can rub your pussy and almost instantly be off to the most delightful orgasm. It's almost as good as. . . ." She hesitated.

"As what? Out with it. If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret."

"Okay, you first."

"Once," Kerry said, "when he was nineteen and I was eighteen, I sucked my brother's cock. He dared me to do it and let his best friend watch. I said I would if his friend would jack off while I did it."

"And did he?"

"Are you kidding? The little pervert had his cock out before I could even pull down my brother's tighty-whities."

"So how was it?"

"It was okay. No big deal. I learned that boys' cum tastes like pee. Salty. Now it's your turn."

"Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm really horny, and when I need to do number two, I like to just go in my panties. I like to poop the whole load in my panties and feel it squeezing out between my ass cheeks right against the panties. As a matter of fact. . . ."

"Yes?" Sara could hear the excitement in Kerry's voice. It was dark outside now. The only light in the room came from the streetlight outside and the small lamp on the desk.

"As it happens, I need to go right now." Sara was almost whispering. She quivered with excitement at the thought of lying in bed and pooping her panties with this beautiful girl.

"Go? You mean poop?"

"Yes."

Kerry slid her fingers under the waistband of Sara's panties. She put her fingers against Sara's throbbing pussy. She leaned close and whispered in Sara's ear, "I want you to poop for me, you dirty girl. I want you to fill your panties. I want to feel your pretty white panties as you poop." Kerry's tongue parted Sara's lips as she finished speaking.

Sara opened her mouth wide. Her tongue found Kerry's. She explored Kerry's mouth with her tongue as Kerry's fingers explored her pussy. Sara put both of her hands inside Kerry's panties and caressed her luscious ass. Sara parted Kerry's ass and found her anus with her right hand. Sara caressed the rosebud of Kerry's ass and relaxed her own muscles.

Sara felt the turd begin to spread her ass cheeks. Sara could tell it was perfectly firm. She moaned in ecstasy, her mouth full of Kerry's tongue. Kerry massaged Sara's ass, her hands running over Sara's white panties. Sara could feel Kerry pressing the panties against her ass. She tightened her muscles a little to prolong the pleasure as far as possible.

Sara could resist no longer. She felt the poop slide out against the panties. Kerry gasped. Their mouths parted. "You're doing it. Sara, you're pooping. You're doing a poo in your panties!"

Sara felt the turd spreading her ass cheeks and pushing against her panties. Kerry held her hands over Sara's ass and the pressure felt wonderful. Sara pushed and groaned and felt another lump of poo emerge from her anus. As she pooped her panties, she squeezed her finger into Kerry's anus.

"Oh, that feels good," said Kerry. "Push harder."

Sara didn't know if Kerry meant for her to push her finger farther into Kerry's bumhole or to push more poop into her panties, but she did both. Sara felt an amazing third large turd burst into her well-filled panties.

As the last of her poo squeezed out into her panties, Sara felt a powerful orgasm beginning. A thousand angels were singing in her pussy and ass, their voices now reaching a crescendo. Just as Sara's orgasm peeked, Kerry took her hands off Sara's ass and thrust them into her own panties. She rubbed furiously at her pussy.

"I'm coming!" Kerry cried out. "I'm coming, and I need to poo!"

Sara hadn't imagined things could get any better. But just as her orgasm began to subside, she felt a warm, firm turd pushing against her finger where she had been massaging Kerry's asshole. She pulled out her finger and snugged Kerry's panties against her cheeks. "Yes, oh, Kerry, I want to feel you poo your panties. Make a big load in your white panties for me!"

Kerry gasped with pleasure. She began to shudder with her own orgasm. Her breath against Sara's neck was hot. Sara ran her hands over Kerry's panties and felt them began to bulge with poo. Just as hers had been, Kerry's poo was the perfect firmness for filling panties.

Too weak from their mutual orgasm to move, they lay still for several minutes.

Sara thrust her tongue in Kerry's ear and breathed deeply her warm, girly smell. "Are you sure you never pooped your panties before? You're so good at it, I'd have guessed you were an old hand at panty-pooping."

"Until tonight, I was a panty-pooping virgin. I'm glad I lost my panty-poo virginity with you. There are three weeks of school left. Just think how much we can poop in three weeks. We'd better go panty shopping tomorrow."

"I agree," Sara said, and sighed. They drifted off to sleep, still lying in each other's arms, naked except for their white, poop-filled panties.

The Jogging Girl

 

 

 

 

 

I started running during my lunch breaks when the pandemic hit and I began working from home indefinitely. I hate running. But I like the fresh air and, yes, I like staying in shape. Vanity as it is, I go every weekday at least for a mile and half, minimum. Nothing fancy.

I saw her also out for a jog within the first, say, month of my new habit and she caught my eye and never let it go. She lived in the neighborhood but I didn't know where. But I'd see her, first once a week then slowly we kept crossing paths every day. Luckily, I also lived right around the corner from a dirty dive bar, so some nights, most nights, I would go have a few beers and watch whatever drivel they were playing on TV.

What luck. On a random Thursday night around nine o'clock, my jogging girl came in alone and sat at the other end of the bar. Separating us were a handful of drunken regulars. We kept making eye contact as she sipped her cocktail. Never seen anyone have anything other than stale beer at that place but I figured, 'good for her. She must be new to the neighborhood.' Soon, she left, but not before giving me a come hither-esque look. So I followed her outside but she was gone. I went back in and finished my drink then went home and jerked off a massive load thinking about all the nasty shit I wished so badly I could do with the phantom jogging girl.

The next day, during lunch, I went for a short, quick run and saw her about a quarter mile ahead of me (maybe less), coming my way on the opposite side of the street. I planned to keep my head straight and go for it, but then she crossed the street and was now approaching me, rapidly. Just before we could truly see each other's faces, she peeled off down a side alley, and as she does, she waved for me to join her. It was bright out. Too bright for what I really want to do with her.

She was probably five foot five and slim, built like a former track star. He blonde hair seems to almost reflect the sunlight. Her short running shorts accent her big ass and muscular thighs. Not fat ass, not fat thighs, but big, and powerful. She was sweating but not in a way that signified stress or exhaustion. As I approached her in the alley, I was breathing hard, my cock hardening in my running shorts. I could see her eyes were ice blue.

"We don't need to know each other's names, do we?" she asked, not breathing heavy at all.

"I suppose we don't," I answered, noticing her tiny tits strapped into her running bra. "But, nice to finally meet you, all the same. I see you all the time. You were at the bar--"

"Look, I get exactly one hour a day during which my boyfriend, who dragged me to this fucking city, thinks I am out running to stay in shape for him. I hate it here and I hate him. So, I figured, I see you out at the same time."

"But you were at the bar alone last night..." I asked, suspicious.

"He was at bible study. He doesn't 'need' me there, so every Thursday, I get an extra hour, too. How grand."

"So, are you saying what I think you might be saying?"

"You're cute and this is the only way I'll feel like I have control over myself. I guess, to some degree, I want to be used, to, like, make someone who appreciates me feel good. You might be a stranger, but, still, this will help me keep plausible deniability."

Putting the pieces together, I add, "If you and I never know each other's names, it isn't an affair. It is just you being free with your body. Is that right?" It was sort of weird, but I saw the thin logic.

"We'll have to go to your place. And you'll have to wear a condom, no matter what."

I leaned in to kiss her. She put a hand up to wave it off. "Oh, and," she started, "No kissing."

She ran off and as expected, her tight ass jiggle ever so slightly as she left me in the blazing July heat.

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The next day.

Of course I went for my run, at the exactly same time as always, looking for the phantom jogging girl. I ran a mile, then two, then nearing mile three, there she was, in the alley connecting my street to the main road. She is leaning against the brick building as if she had been waiting for hours. I approached and, winded, looked her deep in her eyes to see what was next.

"Hiya," I said, sucking wind.

"I only have 20 more minutes before I need to be back." She looked at her smart watch and looks up and down the alley.

"Where do you live?"

"In the area. Let's go in." She knew exactly which building entrance was mine and as we went up the two flights of stairs, I was behind her, imagining how cute she looks farting in public among others.

I unlocked and opened my apartment door and as we went in, she led by taking off her shorts and panties. But not her running shoes. "Might as well save the time. Get a condom."

She went to my couch and bent over the arm of it, facing the bay window that leads to the main road.

I got a condom from my bed stand and came back out naked from the waist down, matching her.

"I'll only need a few minutes, so maybe I can get a better idea of your body...?" I asked, trailing off as I bent to my knees behind her.

A note about this: She had the tiniest holes I have ever seen, before and since. I wondered if her boyfriend ever even fucked her. Clearly he never touched her asshole, which, seeing as he was a religious man, makes sense. But for a cute as she was, and for a prim and bossy as she seemed, she was not prepared for this at all. First off, she had clearly just taken a thick shit and not really bothered to clean up. Her pussy was hairy, and sort of unkempt, which made her sweaty holes smell even more ripe. All to say, she was perfect for me at that time in my life, when no one seemed to care.

She must not have realized what I was doing because it took her a little too long to object to me having my face down in that region.

"Hey!" she snapped, half turning around. "What are you doing?"

"I am tasting you... I want to know how you taste. If we aren't going ot kiss or know each other's names, then why not really get....filthy."

Suspicious, she asked, "What do you mean, 'filthy'?"

I pushed my nose and rub it against her dirty poop hole and sniff in deeply. "I love that smell."

"Wait, what?"

I sniff again, "This is what turns me on. This hole specifically."

"Ew, what? That is where I poop from... that is exit only."

I stood and immediately slid my thick, long cock into her tight pussy and held it all the way up. She squealed softly and I leaned close and said, "You get what you want, I will get what I want."

She reached back and grabbed my head and I began fucking her from behind, slowly, methodically, and she nodded the whole time, as if to say, 'anything you want. This feels right.'

I filled the condom right after she came all over my cock. Like, a lot of her flowing around.

"Wow." She said, putting on her shorts over her shoes. "That was better than I imagined."

"I have some ideas for tomorrow. Just come here instead of going 'jogging,' OK?"

She nodded again, flushed and spent-looking. "Deal. See you then."

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At noon sharp the next day, a Saturday no less, I looked out the window and saw her standing on the sidewalk looking around, as if waiting for a bus. It was hot, I could feel it seep in through the paned glass. I went down and peeked my head out the front building door and said, "Hey there, cutie."

She walked toward me and as we got closer she said, "None of that."

Again, I stared at her barely covered ass as it swayed and sashayed up the stairs and as we entered my apartment she turned and swiped off her shirt exposing her bra-less, pert tits. I'd say, 34B, but I could be wrong. I never found out.

"Now the shorts," I said, and she stared me in the eyes, almost with fire, and wriggled off her shorts. No panties.

"Turn around." I commanded this action and in it, I also brought my cock out. She did as she was told and looked over her shoulder as I inspected from a few feet away her tight ass.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked. She seemed annoyed, or maybe nervous. After yesterday, I couldn't believe she would be anything other than excited, since I gave her all she said she wanted. Now I wanted more, if I could get it consensually.

"Why did you not like it when I sniffed your ass?"

She paused, scoffed, and said, "Because I have a pussy. Why are guys so weird about girls' buttholes?"

Her question was nearly my answer. "Because of how forbidden it seems, because it seems like you don't want to show it off."

"Why would we? We literally empty our guts from that hole. You like that idea? hunh? You like knowing we, even cute, clean girls, poop?" she laughed. "Bet not."

"In fact," I started, "I not only like knowing you poop, I like knowing you fart, and even more than that, I like knowing you hate that I know you do it."

"Oh my god this was a mistake." She kind of leaned to one side, weighing a silent option.

"No way. This is the best situation for both of us."

She paused and then said, curiously, "How so?"

"First, you get to finally be free with your body. Something your boyfriend seems to not really like. Second, we had a good fuck yesterday. no denying that. And three, I am likely to fuck you the way you want if you let me have the dirty stuff. That is three wins across the board."

She hesitated, deep in thought, and then said, "So wait, you, like, want to smell my farts?"

Stroking my cock slowly, I said, "For starters, yes."

"You want to watch me poop??" she asked, a bit more alarmed.

"If you are willing."

"Um," she said, "I mean, no guy has ever even thought I farted...or for that matter, pooped. Hm."

"Bend over," I demanded. And to my surprise, she did, and as she did, she spread her own ass wide, letting me see the hole she poops from expand. She lifted her left leg slightly and let out the tiniest, squeak of a fart.

"Oh my god..." She said. "Like, this is fucked."

I stood behind her and let her aroma fill my lungs as I teased my now be-condomed cock against her pussy hole and taint.

"No one likes your farts, do they?" I asked, breaking her pussy hole's threshold.

"I have never farted in front of anyone. Ever. Not family, not friends. Certainly not Luke."

"Does Luke fuck you like this though?" As the question left my mouth, my cock drove up into her pussy from behind and I began jackhammering her for about 20 seconds, and she yelped and panted and huffed and moaned.

"No, fuck. Fuck, no." was all I could hear.

"Does he make you cum this hard?" Presumptive, sure. But I was really going for it. I thought maybe, just maybe, she'd cum soon if I said that.

And wow, as I said that, her pussy clenched up and she started gyrating and yelling into my couch pillow.

I came immediately, hard. The cum spilled out of the condom but nowhere near her pussy hole. Phew.

She melted onto my couch. "Did you fuck me becuase of my fart?"

"That is what got me hard, but I fucked you because you are so hot. And because we both know this is wrong, but only one of us will regret it. I needed this, too, you know."

She kind of laughed. "Yeah..." she trailed away.

Then, still naked, sweaty and spent, she lifted her leg like a gymnast posing and let out a long fart that rumbled through my small apartment. She giggled and I came over, smelling it, and then crouched down and slid another condom on before fucking her missionary on my couch. A stranger whose farts were electrifying, was there letting me make her cum on a random Saturday.

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I didn't see her at all the next week till Thursday night at the bar around the corner. I had been there listlessly watching the baseball game and she walked in alone, sat at her same seat as the week before. She made eye contact with me and waved, sheepishly.

I walked over and sat next to her. Before I could say anything, she launched in, "I told him everything."

"Everything?" I asked, sipping my beer a little more intently.

"Look," she said, "It was so fun, what we did those two days, but the guilt was getting to me. I didn't tell him it was with you."

"Thanks for that." Like I cared. But still, nice enough gesture. "Is he mad?"

"He said he will forgive me soon for the transgression, and then asked if we were married would that have helped me not wander from him."

"And?"

"Listen," she said, sort of scared seeming, "He is going away to pray on it till Saturday. I figure, why not, like, why not one more night?"

I paid our tab and before I knew it, I was balls deep in her tiny pussy, under the sheets of my bed, in a full make out.

I humped her gently and asked, "I thought you said no kissing."

"I will never see you again when I leave here tomorrow."

I flipped her on her knees and said, "then let's really go for it."

"Please," she said, almost begging, "Please, go for it."

I spit on my rubbered cock then spit on her warm anus and then pushed into her ass as she yelled.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck," she groaned as I slid in then out.

I grunted like a beast and drove back up, imagining pushing her poop back into her guts.

"Feels..." she panted, "Weird, um, uh, but good. Like I am pooping."

I kept going at her shitter, not hard but rhythmically.

Then she popped up onto her hands from her elbows and said, "Wait wait wait." She shimmied off my cock and rolled off my bed and as she made her way to my bathroom, she stopped and squatted a bit and unloaded a thick python of a turd. I stayed on my bed as I watched, my cock slimy.

"Oh my god," she said, mortified. Her turd coiled at her feet. She covered her face and turned around. "I cannot believe this. I had no idea... I didn't know I had to go... I have never done anal."

I got off the bed and went to her and kissed he deeply, her poop on the floor between us.

"Shh. shh," I offered. "It is OK. Here, feel," I took her hand and placed it on my even harder-than-ever cock.

"I am so embarrassed," she said, barely able to look me in the eye. "I could cry."

"We will either never see each other again, or you'll stay forever."

I hugged her and wished for that moment to never end. I didn't really know it, but I was so lonely. I was so lost. In the few times I had seen her, I finally had felt a connection. Was it based on absolute insanity? Yes. But does that de-value it? I really don't know. But I can say that for the rest of that night, we kissed, and we laughed, and we made love, and we fucked. I explained the problems I was having and she told me it was all going to be OK and I believed her.

"I just want to actually be seen by someone." she offered after we'd both cum with each other. "No one sees me. It never feels that way. That was different with you."

"I do see you."

"I can't believe you smelled my farts and watched me literally poop on your floor." She rolled her eyes and laughed and I knew I'd never carry her the rest of the way toward what she needed. "And you still want to be with me."

In the morning, we woke hungover and sweaty. She hadn't showered and offered for me to clean her shit hole any way I pleased.

I put her on her stomach and a rainstorm started. I spread her ass wide and began licking her wrinkled anus, tasting her insides, and falling in love with her in all the worst ways.

"Mm," she said when I was done. "That felt good." She let out a low, bassy fart and wafted it with my covers. "That felt even better." She didn't giggle but instead turned o and stuck her ass out against my cock.

"Go on," she teased. "Get in there."

"Out of condoms..." I said, despondently, really.

She pushed again. "I don't care. Get in there. You deserve it."

I slid in somewhat effortlessly and she felt better now than ever. "Why do I deserve it?"

She moaned and reached back to grab my head erotically. "Because of that hole, you'll need to clean up my poop off your floor." She smiled in a way that I could feel on my cock. The playfulness. It was almost a lack of hope.

"I wish I could watch you poop every day," I said as I fucked her ass. "I'll probably wait till you're gone, cum on it then clean it up."

"You're so sick," was all the said as I brought her to orgasm with my hand on her clit. "You're the worst. You're everything I needed."

She soon got up and dressed and gave me a nod. "OK, well. Catch you on whatever flip side."

She left, and I did exactly as I promised leaving her turd there for a while as I remembered that my kink, my fetish, wasn't productive but still fun for me. She seemed like she was merely vacationing with me.

And she was.

I never saw her again, and what is even weirder is that about a month later, I was sitting at the same bar I'd courted her in and struck up a conversation with a guy I'd never seen before. He was bigger than me, but seemed bleary-eyed at such an early hour. I finally found out her name when he told me his story about his fiancee who cheated on him and then disappeared.

"I was a bad partner," he admitted, "But after she confessed, I found forgiveness. You know, like God taught me. But then she said she was into all this, well, all this weird stuff... I don't want to get into it. But yeah, no idea where she went. But I just know I couldn't give her what she wanted."

Knowing that I could have, knowing I saw her and worshipped her, that is what sunk me. That is still one of the worst days of my life.

I wonder if she thinks of me.

To her, I wasn't real. She found another living ghost, with all the trappings of an anonymous soul. She wanted more, and I wanted her.