http://www.starletblog.com solo girls girl nubiles free nubile pictures sexy nubile teens fresh teen virgins Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:28:28 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1.2 en http://www.starletblog.com/shirt-sale/ http://www.starletblog.com/shirt-sale/#comments Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:28:28 +0000 Administrator nubile teen nubile pussy hot haley solo teen http://www.starletblog.com/shirt-sale/ On the end of the pendant was a tiny paddle - the Select sign for people who have a special interest in bondage and discipline. An involuntary shudder went through me when I saw it. I hadn't seen one in years. "That's a rather attractive necklace you're wearing," I said to her in as normally conversational a tone as I could muster. She looked up in surprise. "Thank you," she replied. "It's got a very special significance to me". My mind raced. Should I venture another step? "Yes, I know". I had decided. But should I continue? The decision was made for me. "How do you know what significance a necklace might have to me," she asked in an even, level tone. "We've never met." Here goes. "It looks like a Select necklace," I replied. "Indeed it is," she said. "And do you know what special significance THIS Select necklace has?" "It's the sign of dominance", I answered. I lowered my eyes, as I was expected to do when a contact of this type was made. "And do you know what it means when you tell me of your knowledge of this necklace?" she questioned. "Yes, mistress. It means that I now belong to you. You have the right to order me to do your bidding, and to punish me at your whim. I am obliged to obey you, and I accept this obligation willingly." "That is correct," she answered. My new mistress made a quick note on a small piece of paper and handed it to me. "Be at this address tomorrow night at 9PM. I want you to be wearing only shoes, a shirt, and pants - nothing else. As soon as you enter my house, and I close the door, you will remove all of your clothing. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," I murmured, and quickly left. I don't remember anything that happened between then and 9PM the next night. I was consumed by thoughts of what would happen when I arrived at her home. At exactly 9PM, I knocked at her door. It opened, and I saw her already walking into another room. "Follow me - quickly" were her only words. I disrobed as she had ordered, and turned the corner into the next room. Four other people sat there in the room - staring at me as I entered. Three of them were women between 25 and 40, and one was a man of about 40. "Tell us your name and why you are here," said my mistress. I glanced at the four others, embarrassment welling up inside me. "I am here to be obedient to my mistress, and to accept whatever discipline she desires to use upon me," I answered. "The correct answer," she replied. "Kneel. Crawl to each of the women and kiss her feet." I did so hurriedly. Kissing the feet of each of the women made me feel submissive to each of them; exactly what my mistress wanted, I thought. When I arrived at my mistress I began to kiss her feet. I did not - could not - stop until I heard her voice. "Stop," she said. "I want you to remove my panties without using your hands." Thinking quickly, I begin to use my teeth and my tongue to loosen and lower the thin, brief panties. "Kiss," she ordered. As I crawled around her, I kissed her everywhere as the panties lowered themselves slowly.....slowly........... Suddenly she stopped me. "That's MUCH to slow. You must be trained to work more quickly on my orders," she hissed. I knew what was next. "Go to the cabinet and open the drawer. Bring me the contents." As I crawled past the last of the three women, she sharply struck me with her open hand on my buttocks. "That's only the beginning, you know...", she smiled. The cabinet drawer contained two paddles. They were the largest paddles I had every seen, but I knew exactly what they had been designed for. Taking them in my teeth, I returned to my mistress and waited for her to take them. She did. "Get over to the coffee table, and bend over it," she ordered. "And I don't want to hear a sound out of you, do you hear me?" "Yes, mistress" I answered. I took the position she had ordered. One of the three women in front of whom I was positioned began to coat my buttocks with a lotion of some sort. After several seconds, my bottom began to get warm. "Just to make the skin a little more sensitive," she laughed. I gritted my teeth, waiting for the discipline to begin. And begin it did. My mistress had handed each of the two other women one of the paddles and given them instructions to alternately strike my buttocks with slow, even strokes. When the first few were lightly applied, I began to feel relieved; perhaps this would not be as painful as I had imagined. But I was mistakened. Slowly the pace and force quickened. I could feel the blows being applied harder.....harder.....almost to the point beyond which I could not stand it. They continued.....I stifled a cry, knowing that if I were to make a sound, the discipline would just be doubled. I tried to take my mind off of the fiery redness, but it was no use. Finally it was over. "Rise, and thank your trainers," my mistress said. I stood, awkwardly in front of the women. "Thank you," I said to each. "Thank you for giving me the discipline I deserved." "You're welcome," they replied, almost in unison. "It was our pleasure." ]]> http://www.starletblog.com/shirt-sale/feed/ http://www.starletblog.com/teen-chick-at-a-party/ http://www.starletblog.com/teen-chick-at-a-party/#comments Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:59:16 +0000 Administrator nubile teen nubile pussy nubile tits nubile anal dream kelly solo teen pussy http://www.starletblog.com/teen-chick-at-a-party/ Linda ushered Kate into a back room, where Torre was waiting. Linda suggested that Kate have a glass of wine and relax for before getting undressed. Torre was there to help her and to be her "go-fer". "You can back out any time." Linda said. "Few people know that this is all for you. If you do, we'll just have a good swinging party like we planned." Kate nodded and thanked Linda, and watched her close the door behind her. She and Torre looked at each other. Kate's short blonde hair made her look cute and sexy, while Torre's long, dark tresses and the contours of her face, made her look like a sexy bombshell. "Do you know?" Kate asked, pouring some red wine. "Yes." Torre replied. "It's a hot fantasy if you ask me." Kate sat down and thought about it, and the more she did, the more she wanted to do it. Her clit began to tingle at the idea, and her pussy became damp, wetting her panties slightly. She asked Torre how many men and women were at the party, and was satisfied that there were enough men to complete her scenario properly. Twenty six men were enough to insure success. Kate stood and began to undress, removing her sweater and bra. Torre watched, and she commented on Kate's slim beauty. Especially her breasts. Kate's breasts weren't large, but they were firm, round white mounds of soft flesh that shook pleasantly when she moved. Torre especially liked Kate's full, dark-pink nipples which contrasted to her fair skin. Kate's jeans went next, along with her panties. Torre smiled when she saw Kate's light bush, just a shade or two darker than her golden blonde hair. Kate picked up her wine glass and sat back down in the chair, dangling one leg over the thickly padded arm. "Should I tell Linda you're ready?" Torre asked. "Not yet." Kate said, "I need to psyche up a little more." Torre looked at Kate's naked body, feeling her own response to her closeness. "Maybe I can help." She said. Kate looked at Torre, and watched as the sexy brunette, still in her street clothes knelt before her. Kate had seldom had anyone so willing to lick her. At 26, Kate had experienced many lovers, but none who ignited her most passionate fires. Kate just watched as Torre leaned forward, pausing to look up at her, searching for either approval or rejection. Seeing neither, Torre pressed her lips against Kate's labia, her tongue drawing a line up the blonde pussy. "Ohhhh!" Kate sighed. "That's so good!" Torre felt Kate's wetness, her anticipation of her wildest fantasy about to come true. The short-haired blonde was already aroused, and her body sensitive. Torre licked and sucked, lovingly running her tongue around Kate's small clit. Torre felt her own body getting highly aroused, and she knew why. Kate's sexuality was derived from the oppo-site end of the spectrum from Torre. While Torre looked like a woman who would be a wanton, lusty animal in bed, Kate's wholesome, all-american looks made her look sweet and innocent. To see her naked, legs spread with a woman tonguing her clit was highly erotic. Kate's hips began moving in a slow, rhythmic rocking motion. Torre kept up her tongue lashing, even reaching up to pull on the blonde's sexy nipples. Kate's tits looked firm, but they were soft and warm, and Torre wished she could take her home for hours of mutual pleasure. Kate's hips moved faster, and her face was flushed. Torre stopped, knowing that Kate wanted to be hot, not limp and tired, for her fantasy. "I'll tell Linda you're ready." Torre said quietly. Kate nodded her agreement. After Torre found her and whispered to her that Kate was ready, Linda gathered everyone inside. She stepped into the middle of the room and asked for everyone's attention. She thanked everyone for coming, and a voice in the back said "Not yet!", getting laughter around the room. Linda waited for it to die down and continued, explaining that one of the reasons for the party was their monthly swinging group, and another reason was that a very special friend wanted her fantasy fulfilled. A low murmur went through the crowd and people looked around, trying to spot the guest of honor. "Her name is Kate," Linda said, "and her fantasy requires that we all continue our party like this was just a friendly cocktail party, with a few minor differences." People were interested now, and Linda outlined some of the plan to them, telling them how Kate expected them to react to her and how they shouldn't notice her state of undress. Everyone agreed to join in the fun, and Linda called for several individual men to join her in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Torre had returned to Kate, who was now toying with her blonde pussy, keeping herself very aroused. Torre explained that Linda would come back for her in a few minutes, and that they'd best get Kate ready. Torre opened a drawer and began dressing Kate in her costume. The leather straps crossed her breasts, and fastened in the back. Torre made sure to tighten them so that they held Kate's smallish breasts up high, and pointing straight out. Kate fastened the wide leather wristlets and put on the choker too. Torre fastened a leather strap around Kate's waist, and another that went between her legs and over her hips. These two were buckled together, then cinched. Kate felt the straps over her ass spread her cheeks, and the leather pressing tightly against her pussy. The straps spread apart from between her legs, and being tight, they caused Kate's clit to be exposed, pressed out between the straps along with some of her soft flesh. It felt absolutely wicked and won- derful to Kate. Lastly, Torre placed a pair of small clips on the ends of Kate's breasts, pinching her nipples. A small chain tied them toget-her with the chain curving downward nicely. Torre looked her over, her own pussy releasing its juices. Torre decided that Kate needed something else. She reached into her purse and removed a pair of earrings with long, dangling silver pieces. She removed Kate's small studs and replaced them with the dangling ones. Torre then re-brushed Kate's hair, giving her hair the look of a woman who'd been less than innocent recently. Kate looked in the mirror, and her hands ran over the straps as well as her body. She'd never looked this hot in all her life, nor imagined how good the restraints would feel. Her face was flushed, and with Torre's help, she looked as if she'd already had sex. Kate turned and kissed Torre, squarely on the lips, and then thanked her for her help. Torre was thinking of a longer kiss when Linda knocked and inter-rupted. Kate followed Linda out, and Torre followed Kate. The party looked like any normal party, with people milling in all the main rooms of the house. Linda took Kate right into the living room, Kate's breasts shimmying in her leather harness. All eyes looked at her as she entered the room, and then, just as quickly, returned to their prior subjects. Kate felt her nervous excitement again. Linda brought Kate up to a trio who were standing by the fireplace talking. She intro-duced Kate, and each person to Kate. Kate was so nervous she couldn't remember anyone's name, and she smiled as she would at any other party. One of the two men asked Kate what she thought of a recent movie, and she began to get involved in their conversation. Kate could feel her pussy's cream warming her, knowing that she was getting quick, furtive glances from the others in the room. Several women joined their circle and listened to the conversation. Someone was saying that Tom Cruise was going to be over the hill in a few years. That's when Torre came by, carrying a tray of wine glasses. She served Kate first, and Kate took her special glass. Without looking at it further, Kate pretended to listen as she brought it to her lips. The eyes on the women widened while they watched, and one of the men across from her noticed too. Kate touched the glass to her lips and tasted. It was salty, and just slight-ly bitter. She sipped a large sip of the sperm from the glass and held it about waist level, licking her lips absentmindedly. One of the women, an attractive brunette about Kate's age, stepped over to her and began asking her about wearing her hair short. The woman's hair was long but braided and pulled back up to the crown of her head. She looked good with her hair tight against her head, and Kate told her so. While the woman talked about how men liked her long hair and how difficult it was to manage, Kate sipped from her glass, letting it wash up over her upper lip slightly so she could lick it off. The woman kept getting distracted by that, but continued talking after a pause, as if nothing had happened. A few minutes later, Kate excused herself and moved over to another group of people. The conver-sation here was livelier, with people talking about their favorite sex-ual positions. A short, cheerful looking redhead said that her favorite position was on her knees, and everyone laughed. They said hello to Kate, casually, as if her nakedness wasn't uncommon. While the redhead was talking again, Kate raised her glass and drank down the last of the creamy white mixture in a smooth gulp. The redhead lost her train of thought and stared. Kate licked her lips and someone else picked up the conversation. The redhead kept glancing back up at Kate, making her feel hot. Torre arrived again, offering a tray of wine to everyone. Several people took glasses, and Kate didn't see one for her. Just as Torre moved to her, a single glass appeared on the tray, and Kate took it, laughing at someone's joke. Without looking she sipped and then drained about half the glass. The blonde standing next to a well built man, cleared her throat, staring at Kate's hand. Kate pretended to misinterpret the stare, and showed the blonde the rings that covered the first three fingers. She held her hand out, still holding the glass of thick cum. The blonde stared down, and then said that the rings were nice. Linda came up and told Kate there was someone she should meet and led her into the den. People were sitting and standing around the room. Linda led Kate to a couple sitting on a sofa. Linda introduced them and Ken and Wanda. Wanda was a small, thin, young girl of 18, and Ken was a handsome man of about 30. From Kate's position, each time Wanda leaned over, Kate could see down the girl's front, clear to her navel. Wanda had small breasts with large pink nipples that were already hard. Ken told Kate that they and another couple, Mike and Barbara had been discussing favorite sexual acts when she arrived. Kate asked him what his was, and Ken replied that it was anal sex. Kate felt her body give a twinge, and she asked Wanda, who also liked anal sex. Barbara said hers was eating pussy or sucking cock, then asked Kate what hers was. Kate smiled, and toasted Barbara with her glass. "Drinking cum." Kate said evenly. "Lots of cum." Then Kate drained the glass. Barbara's hips rocked upwards slightly. "That's sexy." Wanda said, and Kate looked back down at her. Wanda was leaning forward, reaching for a cigarette on the table. She was leaning right past Kate's leg, looking up at her. Kate turned the glass upside down, a pearlescent drop forming and running down the inside of the glass. Wanda watched, frozen in place. The drop grew on the edge of the glass, hanging right over Wanda's open cleavage. Just as the drop formed and sagged, Kate moved the glass, holding it over her own nipple and letting the creamy stuff drip against her areaola and run down over the clamp. Wanda sat back and breathed again, then lit her cigarette. Torre came by and asked if Kate would like another, taking the empty glass from her. Kate noticed now for the first time that Torre was wearing a maid's outfit, and that it was indecently short, showing her ass well, and pushing the brunette's tits together in the low cut front. A loud, staccato laugh filled the air, and Kate looked around, seeing that it was a busty young woman wearing a slinky dress that exposed a lot of her. "That's Ellie." Wanda spat the name out. "The biggest titted slut you'll ever meet." "Oh?" Kate replied. "Why's that?" Wanda made a face. "She'll fuck anything with a dick." Wanda commented, blowing out bluish smoke. "And she's happiest when she has three or four at once." "Sounds like she has fun to me." Kate said. Torre came back a moment later, and on her tray were two glasses, filled with Kate's drink. Kate reached for one, just getting her hand on it, when Torre let the tray slip. The second glass spilled and its contents splashed against Kate's chest, the glass landing on the tray. Kate stepped back involuntarily, holding her arms away from her body, and looking down at her chest. Thick white sperm, still warm, ran down her small breasts, pooled and trickled down over her leather straps and down towards her thighs. "OH! I'm so sorry!" Torre exclaimed. "Let me help you." Like the clumsy waitress, Torre began brushing Kate's chest, rubbing the warm creamy sperm over her tits and down her front. Kate stepped back. "Stop it!" Kate yelled. "Stand still." Torre protested, then pulled on one the nipple clamps. Kate felt a twinge deep in her very wet pussy, and her clit was screaming at her. "Oww!" Kate said, even though it had been more pleasure than pain. "You stupid slut!" Torre looked shocked, then slapped Kate, but not too hard. Kate looked at her, then splashed the contents of her glass into Torre's face and tits, the thick white cream dripping from the brunette's face onto her cleavage. "You fucking bitch!" Torre said and grabbed Kate's arm. Kate tossed the glass down to the sofa, spilling the last dribbles against Wanda's lap. The two women began to struggle, and the sound of tearing fabric filled the air. Kate and Torre grabbed each other, and Torre's clothes were ripping and falling away. The two fell to the floor, struggling on the carpet. It was Kate on top first, then Torre, both women's breasts bouncing and shaking. Kate and Torre struggled as a crowd gathered, and then Torre got the upper hand, getting a hold of a short thong attached to Kate's choker. She put her hand on it, pinning Kate's head and shoulders to the floor. Kate's legs were locked around Torre's waist, and the brunette's naked pussy brushed against Kate's clit. "Now lick it off you cum-drinking slut!" Torre commanded, then lowered her wet tits to Kate's face. Sperm covered Torre's lower face, and it was dripping from her nipples onto Kate's lips. Kate reached out with her tongue and licked one nipple. "C'mon! I said lick it all off!" Torre commanded her again, then she pulled Kate's face between her breasts. The short-haired blonde began licking, her face getting wet with the creamy stuff. She finished each breast, licking it thoroughly. "Now my face too!" Torre commanded, and again Kate began licking. This time, Torre got her long kiss, tasting the sperm on Kate's tongue, and feeling Kate's desperately hot tongue licking back lustily. Linda appeared, holding a pair of glasses, one of which Torre took from her. Torre sat up, using her knee to keep Kate's "leash" against the ground. Leaning back, Torre poured the wine-glass full of still warm sperm over her clit, and down her slit. "Lick it off bitch." Torre panted. "Lick my cunt!" Kate licked, tasting Torre's wetness first. It was sweeter, and less salty than the male counterpart. Then she tasted the thick sperm and began lapping it off Torre's labia and clit. "That's it." Torre said. "Get it all, even inside." Kate stuck her tongue into Torre's entrance, tasting the sweet cream that Torre was making. Kate licked and sucked, until Torre's pussy was cleaned off, but Kate's face was soaked with the girl's wetness. "Now, this'll teach you." Torre said. She took the other glass from Linda and poured it over Kate's exposed clit, leaving half of it in the glass. Kate moaned loudly. Torre drank the other half, then leaned over Kate, kissing her wetly and using her lips to spread it over the short-haired blonde's face. Torre got up and walked off, out of the room. Kate lay there, sperm on her face and clit, looking at people standing around her. She could see women holding their breasts, or touching themselves, and several men had large bulges. One man, standing near Kate's head, unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard cock and began stroking it. Kate watched, fascinated. He knelt down on one knee and pressed it against her lips. Kate opened her mouth just in time to receive his gusher of thick cum, some of running down her cheek. People moved off, talking in subdued tones. Several couples were more openly touching each other now. The man moved away too, and Kate hadn't even seen his face! Kate got up and the redhead came over to her. "Quite a show." She said to Kate. Kate blushed. Here she was, almost naked, with cum on her face, tits and clit, talking to a woman who was fully dressed. Kate noticed the young woman's nipples pressed against her blouse. "I need to clean up." Kate said quietly. "Nonsense." The redhead said, and then she stepped forward, licking the side of Kate's chin. "You look fine." The redhead moved close, then she touched Kate's clit. Electric shocks went through her as the redhead quietly massaged Kate. She felt a hand pull gently on her right nipple clamp. "I'd love to lick it all off of you, you know." Kate sighed softly, her knees getting weak. The redhead kneeled, and she licked around Kate's engorged clit, making Kate shudder and moan. Several people looked on, and when Kate opened her eyes again, Barbara was sucking Mike's thick cock, watching Kate and the redhead while she fingered her pussy. Kate looked over and saw Wanda, sitting alone, with her dress up over her lap, and her fingers busily teasing her clit. She wondered where Ken was, when she felt hands on her hips from behind. Ken spoke, telling her that she was too hot to resist. The redhead moved back, stripping off her clothes to reveal a firm, tight body, with full round breasts that formed cones on her chest. Her triangle was a deep reddish orange. Kate felt herself being bent over and Ken's cock sliding against her opening. His cock became wet quickly since Kate's juices now coated her inner thighs. "You're SO wet! So hot!" Ken breathed. The redhead, whose name Kate didn't know, removed the clamps from Kate's nipples and began sucking them. Kate felt her body twist inside out, her hips swaying. Ken's cock probed her anus, sliding against it and pressing lightly. Kate moaned again. Kate felt her knees giving, and Ken helped her to the floor. Kneeling on all fours, Kate felt him resume probing her anal entrance. Kate had done this only once before, but she was too horny to worry about it now. The redhead moved around and began licking Wanda's pussy, showing her ass to Kate, who thought she looked beautifully sexy. Barbara came over to Kate and kissed her, filling her mouth with Mike's fresh, hot sperm. Barbara's tongue swirled it around in Kate's mouth, and then Barbara licked Kate's face with her cum covered tongue. Kate was tasting it, feeling it when Ken's cock began to press harder at her asshole. Kate arched her back, then leaned back, stretching her anus until Ken's cock slipped in. Ken held it for a moment, then pushed his entire eight and a half inches deep into her asshole. "OOhhhhhh Godddd!" Kate moaned. Out of nowhere, Torre appeared, and she crawled under Kate. Torre began licking Kate's blonde cunt, fingering her while Ken pumped her asshole. Kate began to shudder, her orgasm, pent up for so long, threat-ened to arrive quickly. Torre proved to be expert, keeping Kate on the edge, denying her release. Kate bucked harder and harder at the cock invading her asshole, squeezing it and trying to milk it into her butt. Wanda knelt next to Kate, pulling on Kate's left tit. "You want his hot cum in your asshole, don't you?" "YES!" Kate hissed. "I want to see him fill your creamy white butt full of cum." Wanda hissed back. "Just like he does when he butt-fucks me." Kate moaned again. The shaft pumping in and out of her asshole along with Torre's fingers, made Kate incredibly horny, and she wanted to come, to scream with pleasure. But Torre had been well briefed by Linda, and Kate had a long way to go yet. Ken's cock kept pumping, and a pair of thirtyish men knelt in front of Kate. They were jerking their cocks in their fists, and Kate watched them. She knew what they wanted to do, and she wanted them to do it. "Oooh!" Wanda said, "They're gonna shoot their jism all over your face! Would you like that?" "Uh-huh!" Kate moaned, feeling Ken's cock now making deliberate, deep strokes in her asshole. The first man leaned forward, and Kate took his cock into her mouth. His thick cum spurted and she let it fill her mouth before she swallowed it. The second man slid closer and Wanda lifted Kate up, then squeezed her left tit hard, pulling on the nipple. Kate felt the man's hot sperm wash over her tit and Wanda's hand. Another gush and he came on her mouth, coating her lips with his white jism. Wanda leaned down and kissed Kate, licking his jism off her lips. During their kiss, Ken groaned and shoved his cock deep into Kate's tight asshole. His sperm gushed out, filling Kate's butt with a creamy warmth. Kate shuddered, and Torre tried to milk Ken's cock from inside Kate's cunt, pressing her fingers against the cock through the wall. Kate began rocking and jutting her hips, wanting to cum now. Ken slowly pulled out of Kate's asshole, leaving her with a very fucked feeling. Wanda got up and walked of with Ken, and Torre got up and told Kate not to go away. No sooner had Torre stood, than Kate felt her pussy being invaded. Kate didn't even look, but she let the thick tool slide into her pussy. A few strokes told her that it wasn't a real cock, and just as she began to look, a man knelt next to her, pushing his cock into her mouth. Kate felt the dildo slide into her asshole and groaned. The cock in her mouth tasted of pussy, and Kate knew that the man would come quickly. Indeed he did. This guy gushed into her mouth, sending long hot streams splashing against her cheeks. He pulled out and let the rest spurt onto her now sperm drenched face. Kate held his cock and smeared his cum over her lips. Another man slid his legs under her, and Kate felt his cock push up against her cunt. With a dildo in her ass, a cuntfull of cock would certainly bring her off. His cock turned out to be thick, with a huge head that stretched her pussy. Kate felt him pushing against her anal wall, right through her cunt. It felt like she had a horse's cock in her cunt. She hoped he came like one. When the cock and dildo began moving in alternating strokes, Kate lost track of everything, except the feelings cramming into her brain. As Kate floated, every so often she'd blink her eyes open, her brain taking a snapshot of the room around her. Blink. There was the redhead, riding a cock and sperm soaking her face. Blink. There was Linda, sucking a tit while someone fucked her from behind. Blink. Two girls, a pair of tan brunettes, one with her fingers in the other's wide open cunt. Blink. A big titted woman sucking two guys while a gal sucks her tits. Kate's mind filled with the images of others fucking, and she knew she'd started it, and that they were watching her. Torre returned, with a glass of cum, and she poured it over Kate's breasts, then began to lick it off. Kate grabbed Torre's head and pressed the brunette's face against her, feeling the slippery wetness. Kate felt the man's cock shoot powerful streams of his sperm inside her cunt, and she shuddered at the sensation. He pulled out shortly and left Kate with someone still pumping a dildo, slowly, up her asshole. Kate looked around, and saw who it was. A young, well built brunette was fucking her ass, with a dildo strapped on her pussy. Moaning filled the air, as did the musky fragrances of people. Kate was so horny, and she'd thought she was going to come with the last man, but she didn't. The redhead came back over, smiling and wiping the sperm off her chin. She kissed Kate, and Kate tasted the rich flavor of cum on the girl's tongue. They kissed for a long time, breaking just as the dildo girl slid out of Kate's asshole. "Are you ready?" The redhead asked. Kate nodded, ready for anything now. Torre and the redhead had Kate stand up, and Kate felt her asshole twinge from the fucking she'd taken. Both Torre and the redhead led her to a barren coffee table and made her lay down. The redhead stood alongside her and lifted her legs wide and high. Torre squatted almost over Kate's face, holding Kate's hands to her thighs. "It's time!" Linda announced, and people began gathering around. Mostly, the men were standing close to Kate, and women standing behind them. "Let's do it!" Linda said from behind a man with a long cock. The women reached around and began jacking each man's cock. Kate looked around her and watched, her pussy cream flowing down her ass freely. Kate felt lightheaded, and her heart pounded. Several minutes went by and Linda's voice came from behind the man with the long cock. "C'mon studs! Soak her with your sperm!" Linda panted. "She wants a hot sperm-bath." The redhead chipped in. "Drown her in your jism. Soak this hot slut in cum!" Torre moaned, her pussy dripping onto Kate's face. A man down my Kate's leg came first, his cum landing on her thigh and stomach. He leaned forward, holding his cock and the girl's hand that pumped it, and shot twice more onto Kate's spread cunt. The warm cream landed just next to her clit, and Kate rocked her hips, trying to make it touch her button. Another creamy splat landed on her left tit, and her side. Then another landed on her neck, from a man near her shoulder. It started raining cum, the thick, warm drops landing all over her. The big cock that Linda pumped spurted a thick stream against Torre's cunt, the hot, thick cum dripping against Kate's face. They all started drifting away, slowly, leaving Kate unsatisfied, but wet with their cum. Torre held Kate's hands telling her not to move yet. Two men approached, with huge cocks. One stood behind Torre, rubbing his thick cock against her cuntlips. The other stood below Kate's ass, jerking himself off. Kate watched this massive cock sliding against Torre's cuntlips, getting shiny from the girl's flowing juices. Torre moaned, and her hips shook, making the last drops of cum in her bush drip onto Kate's upper lip. Kate could see Torre's clit peeking out, hard, pink, glistening. She arched her head and licked it, and Torre shuddered hard, lowering her cunt to Kate's lips. Kate was sucking the cunt when her own cunt spasmed at the huge, invading cock. It was stretching her wide, wider that she thought she could stand. The, with a light snap, it went inside her, and filled her sopping cunt completely. He moved in long, slow strokes, making Kate writhe under him. Torre got off of Kate, and Kate tried to suck the other huge cock. The head was massive, and she barely got it in her mouth. The man was stroking his cock up to her lips, and Kate ran her tongue around the head. Torre leaned over to the man, and said, just loud enough for Kate to hear. "Fill this cuntlicking slut's mouth full of your jism." Kate felt her pussy contract hard, but only slightly because of the huge cock inside her. Then the cock in her mouth throbbed, and she felt the first rush of his jism. The thick, hot stuff poured into her mouth, and it felt like he was shooting a gallon. It leaked out of her mouth, and down her cheeks. Her tongue was covered with it, swimming in a pool of sperm, and it was all in her mouth. Kate swallowed the warm cream, and then again. The man pulled back and stroked his cock, a last spurt splashing on her chin. Kate was licking that huge cockhead, when she felt the surging throb inside her cunt. The second man pulled out and pressed his cock to her clit. "YES! CUM ON MY CLIT!" Kate shouted. "Shoot your sperm on my CLIT!" The man came, just as his brother had, shooting what seemed to be a gallon of thick, hot sperm, this time all of it covering Kate's hard, swollen clit. The warm flood against her clit, the sensation of it running down her cuntlips, and the splatting of sperm on her tits from a third man who was watching brought Kate to the edge. The man squirted again, making Kate feel like she was being washed with a cum-squirting hose. "Yesss! Cummmmmmm!" Kate moaned. Another gush on her clit. "I'm cummmmmmmmmminnng!" Kate cried, her body spasming completely. Kate's body jerked and shuddered, especially since Torre was lapping every drop of sperm from her cunt and clit. Kate came again, her cunt bearing down on Torre's fingers, her back arching. When Torre had finished, she crawled up and kissed Kate, laying on top of her sperm covered body. Kate floated, feeling only Torre's skin against hers, the slippery wetness on her body, and the warm, glowing sensation of complete release. She drifted... The dimming of lights woke her, and Kate looked around. Linda was at the door, turning off the lights. Linda's naked form glistened in the remaining light. Torre stirred too, and looked up at Linda. "I was going to let you two sleep there, you looked so comfort-able." Linda said. Kate and Torre got off the hard coffee table and stretched. Kate's body was sticky from the dried sperm, as was Torre's. Torre put her arms around Kate and kissed her again. Linda showed them to a spare bedroom, and the two girls crawled in. Once under the covers, Kate now turned to Torre and she kissed her. In their warm bed, they felt their sticky, sperm covered bodies, and licked each other's nipples. As Torre ate Kate, she looked up at the sweet face of her lover, and paused, three fingers deep in Kate's cunt. Kate looked down at Torre, and saw the girl's slick face glistening wetly. Torre smiled and whispered. "Soak my face with your cunt." Kate gasped, and arched her hips, and Torre sucked her clit. Kate moaned and bucked her twat against Torre's slick face, shaking the bed roughly. Her cunt spasmed over and over, and Torre noisily sucked her juices up, rubbing her face all over Kate's sopping wet cunt. Afterwards, Kate embraced Torre, kissing her over and over. Finally, she looked at the brunette in the dim light. "How did you know?" Kate asked. "How did you know just what to say?" "Because," Torre said softly, kissing Kate's neck. "Because I'm just like you, and you're the hottest cum soaked slut I've ever met." Kate and Torre kissed again. "Now," Torre said, "I want to soak your face with my cunt." And she did. For the next six years. ]]> http://www.starletblog.com/teen-chick-at-a-party/feed/ http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage-2/ http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage-2/#comments Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:18:54 +0000 Administrator nubile blonde banging becky ravin riley solo teen sex http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage-2/ Then my friend passed by and said he had to leave, but would be back in a few hours to pick me up. From then on everything kind of got fuzzy. The next thing I can remember was being lead, or carried was more like it, down to the basement. It seemed to be laid out like a movie studio with several cameras, lights and other stuff. Everything seemed to be focus toward one corner, with a four- poster bed! How strange! It was soon after that I discovered that I was to be a principal in a porn flick. Now I am no innocent, but I hadn't agreed to be any part of this. Well, when I see that things are inevitable, I think, maybe I should relax and enjoy it. It was a clean nice place. All of the participants, both male and female, had seemed nice. I was impressed with the looks of both the men and women. As I said, they were all, well, beautiful! They matched me up with this gorgeous hunk, Sam. He seemed nice enough. In fact, under different circumstances I might have sort looked forward to this. The apparent story line, if you could call it that, was that there was to be a fucking contest. There were going to be four couples who would screw one right after the other, then the winning team would be picked. Everyone changed into some sexy and very skimpy robes, no underwear. I was still in no condition to fight the superior man power so I could not really prevent them from taking my clothes off. They did try to do it gently, however. The set was simple, but strange. The room was fairly large, but it had to be to accommodate the four couples, the director, cameraman and a few and sundry others. There was the silk- sheeted bed with many pillows, but no covers, and some chairs lined up in front of it. In the corner behind the bed was a steel post with several rings on it. I could only guess what that was for. They started filming at the directors command. Then at an unintelligible command, the door flew open and couple of guys brought in this giant. He must have been nearly seven feet tall and solidly built, but he was obviously a little freakish as his struggles were very uncoordinated. They tied him to the pole. One of the girls, apparently on clue rushed over to him and really felt him up before the camera. Either that guy was a good actor or he was really embarrassed. He fought to loose himself harder when she went over then when he was brought it. His face was beet red, but it wasn't all from exertion, the growing bulge in his pants attested to that. The director motioned to Sam to get ready, we were apparently first. A couple of the gals came over to me and carried me to the bed. I tried as hard as I could to struggle, as I still wasn't exactly sure what was going on. I really did try to get free, but they were amazingly strong and knew how to hold me so I couldn't really do anything. They stripped off my clothes and tied me spread-eagle on the bed. Sam came over to the bed and leaned over. "OK, Babe, here we go." He leered as he slowly parted his robe. A huge pulsing cock stood right out and stared me right in the face. As I said. I am no novice, but it was the biggest I had seen. It must have been eight inches long and about an inch and a half across. "This could have been fun," I thought, but I sure wished they would have let us prepare properly. Sam practically dove on me. With Sam's full weight on me I struggled to free myself. Most of the struggling was to get my face away from his awful leer. After a few real mushy kisses he slipped his hands down my side and groped for my nipples. Surprisingly, the were upright and hard. During all of this I had forgotten the audience, but then I was preoccupied with other things. Sam was surprisingly gentle I noted with relief. In fact his touch was nice and warm and really nice when he bent down and took my whole areola into his mouth. That was something that I always enjoyed, but none of my men-friends seemed to like. He rolled his tongue all around really getting to all the erotic places. He went from one to the other like a child trying to decide between a vanilla or chocolate ice cream cone. He really couldn't seem to make up his mind and I sure didn't care if he ever did. When I thought I would scream in ecstasy, which, no doubt, would have delighted the director, he yelled to Sam, "Get on with it, we don't have all day!" Sam obediently slid down until be had his head between my out stretched legs. With a few quick stabs with his tongue he found my erect clit and taught it a thing or two. Boy, was this great. After many (it seemed) delicious minutes feeling his expertness raise me to dizzying heights, I involuntarily arched my back. As I did, my heart stopped, well, not really, but it sure did a double-take. They had that poor guy in the corner, complete naked. He had this a monstrous cock just hanging there at half staff. His eyes had about bulged out of their sockets staring at us. But I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful penis, magnificent or stupendous, were more appropriate words. Already it was over a foot long and easily two inched across. Sam looked like a piker compared to him. My, my, who was going to get him, but at that moment the director again yelled for Sam to hurry up. Sam then came back up and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips as he grabbed by buttocks in his hands. He was kind of kneeling over me with his erect dick throbbing above my cunt. My efforts at struggling to free myself had sort of subsided, now my laboring was more to assist progress. I desperately wanted to reach around Sam with my arms and legs and bring him into me, but I was still tied. He grabbed his pulsing stanchion, successfully fighting its periodic jerks, and pointed it towards my welcoming hot box. He just probed around the entrance for a few moments, flicking my clit every time it jerked up. Then he forced it lower and found the hot moist path to my very soul. He forced it in a fraction and stopped. I jerked myself and lodged it another several inches. Then, for no apparent reason, the director yelled, "That's it, Sam! Alice, finish him off!" I felt the bed rock as one of the other girls hopped on next to me. She slid herself under Sam and grabbed his erect rod. Sam was off in an instant. They clinched right next to me and as the camera came in close we could all watch as Sam's vein- studded cock quickly found Alice's drenched cunt. In veritable slow motion, his magnificent penis sunk from view into the shaven crevice. Oh, how I wanted that, but I was high and dry (well, not quite literally). The juices flowed as they began that age- old rhythm called fucking by some and love-making by others. To them it was the former, but it sure looked like fun. Alice must have been hot to trot already as she was really working herself into a frenzy. The camera came in real close to show the course of the sturdy dick as it sunk deep into Alice's cunt and then emerged nearly all of the way. Sam sure had a long stroke. It was hard to bear, knowing that could have been me taking that cock in me. But now the slushing was being done by another. Nonetheless, I was rising nearly as fast as she was. "Hurry, I am almost cumming, please hurry." No faked script for this gal, nor for Sam as his breathing became labored and the grunts of their efforts very audible. With one final splendid thrust he dove into the hot pussy with his all and collapsed in Alice's arms. Only the gentle rhythmic pulsing of their hips continued as the cum began flowing out of Alice and into the bed. The camera caught everything. In just a short time, on cue from the director, they both extracted themselves from the entanglement of arms and legs, etc., and got up. I was agonizingly close to cumming myself, but there was nothing to get me quite across the edge. As he pulled his still erect and dripping dick out with a delightful squishy noise, the ever-present director yelled, "Next!" I struggled to break free so I could grab that still stiff rod for myself or escape, I didn't know which, but to no avail. I still didn't know what the hell was going on. However, in my squirmings I did notice, with fascination, that the guy in the corner had a most magnificent hard-on now. It was a full three inches across, 16 inches long bundle of veins and arteries, poised for action. It shimmered in the glaring light. Oooh, what I would give for a little of that. My attention was diverted by the next couple, George and Gloria, hopping on the bed. George was another one of these wonderfully-hung studs, with a big and hard cock ready for action. Gloria, a lovely girl, had already lathered herself with K-Y, as she hunkered over into the all-fours position. The George grabbed his big red cock in both hands, the way I would have if I had been able, and tried to find the appropriate orifice. The director yelled, "Not the ass, do it the regular way." She was trying to look nonchalant, but could not quite cover up the excitement of what was to come. The camera could not see her face, but I could and relished as the pretty face became beautiful as the big moment arrived. I did not need to watch the progress of George's probing to know where he was. All I had to do was watch Gloria's face. First a pained expression, then a smile, then a start, then the eyes closed for an instant and a beatific smile crept over her face. He had found home. She had a catch in her breath as I noticed George give an involuntary jerk with his hips. They were mated. Gloria's eyes rolled up into their sockets as George slowly immersed his stallion penis into her juicy cunt. But she recoiled as he sought to remove it. She reached back with both hands to steady it in place. She wasn't going to let this one get away like I did. George clutched at her pendulous breasts that were hanging just a few inches from my face, allowing her free rein with his dick. She was all over it, touching and feeling the total expanse of it. As I scrunched over to get a better view of the rear entry action I again noticed the poor guy in the corner. He was still bug-eyed at the actions going before him, but he was also being fawned over by another one of the girls. Judy had squatted down in front of him gently caressing his immensely swollen prick. She appeared to be tracing each of the severely distended veins from his pubic hair to the now-glistening head. Although his eyes never left George and Gloria, he definitely knew that Judy was there. He was desperately trying to extricate himself from his lashings, whether to escape or join the action, I could not tell. His struggles were heroic. If I was Judy, I would hop right on that cock and you would never see it again. About that time I heard the simultaneous gasps of orgasm escape the nearby couple. I wrenched my eyes away from the lovely corner scene to see Gloria flop head first onto the bed, dragging a still-buried George along with her. His penis must have been unmercifully wrenched, but he never flinched. Again the steady trickle of bodily fluids escaping between the two flowed over the bed. Some even made its way to me as in my own ecstacy I attempted to slide into it. Again my struggle to join the couple were thwarted by my tethers. But the director continued to bark his orders. He told one of the girls to help Noah, apparently, that was the guy in the corner. Alice sidled over to him and took his mighty staff, pulled it down as far as she could and let it go. It sprung up in a mighty arc and oscillated for some time. She then ran her hands delicately around the various nooks and crannies and then bend down to follow the traces with her tongue. Noah's eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a tremendous groan. I couldn't believe it, but his gigantic dork had grown some more, not so much longer as bigger around. Alice could just barely get both hands around it, but it was nearly impossible for her to control it as it jerked around in response to his struggles and its own actions, I guess. I was brought back to reality (?) by another couple climbing onto the bed. "My god," I thought, "I can't take anymore of this. Here I am ready and willing and able, but they don't even know it." Greg lay down next to me, as Judy smilingly whispered to me, "Eat your heart out." Greg's cock, as expected, was raring to go, all nine inches of it. This would be interesting as Judy didn't look a day over 14 or an inch over 4-10. She didn't appear to be unversed, however. Grabbing Greg's thingus, she opened her mouth and swallowed nearly half his shaft. She began moving up and down covering his member totally with her saliva. Greg moaned, indicating that it didn't feel half bad. I sure didn't know how it felt to him, but it felt good to me just to watch. But how much more could I take? Deeper and deeper Judy urged Greg's dick. He grimaced as he apparently felt his cock crash into the back of her throat, but Judy seemed to enjoy it. She kept banging her throat harder and harder. The thrill was overtaking him as he grunted, "I am ready to explode." As the pressure mounted she began to rub his balls softly, almost as if she didn't believe him. With a deep groan he began to flood her juicy little mouth with gobs of his hot cum. Each spurt packed with incredible power. She swallowed loudly, agreeing with the taste. "Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm," she kept moaning. But it was too much for her as the viscous seminal fluid began to flow out of her mouth. Greg's cock was super slippery as his own sperm covered the full length of the shaft. Judy took the cock out of her mouth, a thick string of cum still connected the hard, pulsating head to her lower lip. "That was so good," she gurgled with her mouth still full. His cock was still straight up in the air and it looked even longer and thicker as it gleamed. There was a puddle of it on the bed. Judy carefully scooped up some of the thick stuff in her hands and inserted it in her already slippery juice box. She then positioned herself over Greg and placed his plum- sized head against her genital lips. "God, it's so big," she said as she maneuvered the cream-covered rod to somehow get it in. Then with a long grunt as if she was having a BM she forced the rock-hard head in. "Ooooh, maaaaa gooood!!!" she gasped as she began to move up and down very slowly. Her eyes closed in delight as she just sort of rocked gently up and down, steadily working his cock deeper. "Oh, yeah, I love it," she said. She started really moving up and down as the last of his steel-hard shaft was absorbed in her sweet box. Biting her upper lip, she groaned, "Ooooooooooo yeah, this is what I needed." "Let me fuck you, just like that," she said as she began to pick up speed. "Don't move. Oh, it feels incredible." Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened as she continued to hammer away at his swelling swollen shaft. Alternating from a quick succession of quick strokes and slow long strokes his facial expression showed he obviously had another eruption coming on. Coming up on one of her long strokes she pulled his cock out of her love box just enough to maintain his head just outside as she began to rub the slippery knob back and forth between her labia and over her pink little clit. Then she slowly put it back into her succulent cunt. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let herself slip over Greg's bloated, towering penis. Then she stopped. After a few seconds she began to gyrate her hips. Slowly she added the in and out strokes again. "Uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh," she moaned with each inward stroke. "Oh, god, Oh, god. Oh, yes. I feel it. Oh, fuck, me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpered between each forceful thrust. He surely was about to explode in her. I wondered how much longer they could last, as I had just about had it, myself. Then, "I'm coming," he cried. "Oh, yeah," she replied, "Come baby, flood me with your love." Those words were apparently what did it. He exploded inside of her. "Ooooooo, give it all to me. Empty yourself inside of me. It feels so hot and slippery," she cried. "I want you to go even deeper inside of me." His balls quivered with each burst. "Oh, god, I think I'm coming," she erupted, "Oh yes, I'm coming, oh, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me, please fuck me." But he was finished. She screamed as she drew closer to her blissful pinnacle as she continued to thrust on him. "AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH GOD!, OH YES!, AH, AH, AH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her love box spasmed around his still jerking penis and her juices flowed. "Oh yes, oh, that felt so incredibly delicious." They both collapsed, along with me, for I had been rigid as Greg's cock, myself. After a few minutes we all sort of recovered. What next. Anything else would be anti-climactic (pardon the pun). Greg and Judy slowly and reluctantly disjoined and got up. Judy gave me a reassuring smile and patted my shoulder. The real word gradually came back to me. I could vaguely see the director and camera men and a few of the "stars" still sitting there rapt. The only noise was the bed creaking as Greg finally got off, the whirring of the camera, a cough in the back somewhere and a low, very low moan. The last was odd, I had never heard anything like it, it was almost unearthly. But one thing you had to say about it, it was mournful. Although still in a sexual "high" and virtually starving for relief, I could not help, but try to find the source, as if I didn't know already. There it was, that poor guy in the corner. He was slumped over being totally supported by his bindings. Well, he wasn't totally slumped over, his magnificent cock was flaming red and standing straight out throbbing up and down about two inches at a time. One of the girls was still hanging around his neck with one hand and stroking his immense penis with the other. It must have been a full eighteen inches now, the size was amazing. It was four inches across if it was an inch. Even from where I lay, all trussed up, too, I could see that he was in agony, not unlike mine, come to think of it. How could they do it? Totally fascinated by the scene, I barely heard the director tell all of the women to leave. This was accomplished not without protest. I expected them to release me and let me go, too, but either they forgot or had other things in mind. Then I looked down at myself. There I was all pink and white, stretched out on the bed. My tennis ball-sized breasts each crowned with a little pink nipple, proudly erect. My smooth white legs, my inner thighs, gently curved to meet at, what felt like my very soul, my crotch, where the silky pubic hairs nestled all around my passionately rising mons. The virginal labia swollen like never before and my clitoris, although hidden from my view, was stoutly erect, hungering for human contact. And the moistness oozing out of my vagina, down my crack to mingle with the other bodily secretions already present. I desperately wanted to close my legs so I was not so exposed, yet I really wanted to put my hands down there and ease the, seemingly, unquenchable fire in my clitoris. I actually even hoped that they would allow one of those magnificent men to cover me and relieve me of my frustrations. But, I guess it was not to be for they came over and untied me. Then, as someone draped a sheet over me, I was told to just lie there and relax for a little bit. I rolled over, oblivious to the observers and placed my hand on my mons. With a trembling finger I sought my little bud. At last, if no one else was going to do it I would. My hand darted from my clit to my oozing vagina. The crack, long off limits to my probing hands, felt moist, warm and inviting. "Mmmm... That feels good!" I moaned softly. But my concentration was cut short by a loud roar. I started, and looked up. They had freed the Noah! He tore loose from the remainder of his bindings like they were mere threads. One of his hands, a enormous beefy thing grabbed his own tool, the other he flung up to his face. The he looked down at himself, as if in disbelief. Could it be he had never seen himself erect before? I decided not to stay around and see. I then knew what was the next activity! I was off of the bed in a flash heading for the door, but this guy was quick as well as big. He ran after me, clearing the bed, as I looked back in horror, in a single leap. With one of his beefy hands he had me by the shoulder. His other arm wrapped itself around my middle and I was off of the ground. My 92 pounds didn't faze him one bit. It one swift, flowing motion he threw me back on the bed. I was so stunned that I lay there for a brief instant as he towered over me. He let out another horrendous roar, but it didn't seem appropriate with his sad, melancholy eyes. He didn't seem to know what to do then, but I couldn't take my eyes off of his. They were so pleading. Slowly, very slowly, I sat up, never blinking. I had two choices, run or stay. Something deep down told me to run, but my actions were dictated by the condition of my body, not logic. As I sat up, I slowly reached out to touch this magnificent stallion cock. Only then did I take my eyes off of his eyes and look down to what I had, or rather tried to have, in my hand. Not only was it too large for me to really hold with one hand, but it was alive! This was the Staff of Life, truly. It was unquestionably a giant, a flaming red giant. The shaft was laced with gigantic veins wandering this way and that, seemingly without purpose, but I knew better. Not only did the entire cock jerk up and down on a regular basis, but each vein that studded the jumbo shaft seemed to throb like an idling race car. I brought the other hand up to try to quell its independent spirit. If this was to be mine, I must have some semblance of control. With all of my strength I seemed to be able to hold him to small twitches. But its strength amazed and fascinated me. I proceeded to trace its enormous expanse with my fingers, forgetting that this was not a dismembered member. After thoroughly memorizing the shaft I hesitated and crept towards the tremendous glans. Although the shaft had been virtually as hard as a piece of steel, the glans, so rosy and shinning before me, was just firm, soft and firm. I could gentle squeeze it and it would yield a little. The one eye appeared to tear just for me as it stared at me. As I finished tracing the glans around I decided to check out the loosely hanging testicles. They hung nearly six inches below the ever-present and attentive dick, in a soft loose bag of skin. I had never felt balls before, so it was a puzzle when I had trouble grasping them. They felt like tennis balls made of gelatin. They were pliable and soft, yet turgid. I must have spent a long time just playing with the enormous equipment presented to me before I remembered that they were part of a real live person. I looked up. Staring down at me were two large sad eyes. Then the eyes rolled back into his head, he released a low moan of ecstacy and leaned over me. He gentle, but firmly, laid me back on the bed and began to trace my whole body with his huge rough hands. It was just too much for me. Not only could I not stand those scratchy hands, but I need no preliminaries. I was ready! I think he was, too. I reached up and put my hands around his neck. He paused. I whispered, "Fuck me, you big horse!" He did not seem to understand my request, but he did get on the bed, down on all fours over me. The bed protested, but stayed up. The scene must have seemed ludicrous. This giant, dark, hairy ox-of-a-man on all fours covering this petit blonde virginal-looking girl. I extracted my legs from between his and reached up to get them around his waste. At the same time I pulled myself up by my arms to hug him around the neck (I sure didn't want to get kissed by him). He still didn't know what to do, but he was shaking like a leaf. The moans and groans spewed from his lips like water over a dam. Of course, I was shaking a bit myself, but I wasn't going to let this moment get away. Then he seemed to remember what he had seen, for the continued to hold his stance and reach down with one hand to again grasp his unbelievable staff. He started trying to waggle it around to find a place to put it, but I could see I was going to have to help a little. I pulled myself up higher with my legs until I just felt the touch of his hot and, by now, sweaty penis. The instant I touched him, he froze. Then he got up on his knees with me trailing along. He sort of stood there on his knees, moaning and sweating. The with his free hand, the other one was trying to control the antics of his gigantic, flailing stanchion, he reached around my back and pulled me closer to him. I could then feel that he had begun rocking his hips, slowly, yes, definitely making actual fucking strokes, but he was missing the point as I kind of sitting on top of his dick. The motions were graciously received by me as my clitoris was being royally stimulated. This was better than riding a horse. Gradually, his motions became heavier and more intense. He was working up a great lather pumping with his muscular haunches supporting that majestic and imposing rod. I wasn't sure, but what he didn't think that this was all there was to it, but I didn't think I wanted to be masturbated with that splendid gorgeous penis right there! As I tried to talk Noah into waiting, I did what I could to back away from his steadily stroking penis. His motions were not really under his own control, but he obviously thought I was trying to get away, as he gripped be harder, almost too hard. But, thank goodness, nature took its course and his pelvic thrusts became longer and longer. Just at the right moment I pushed mightily away from him and dropped a fraction of an inch. That was a mistake, as his return thrust caught me full. He actually tried to stuff all eighteen inches of that four inch monster in my tight little vagina at one time. Needless to say it didn't fit. I cried out in sheer terror, thinking he was going to rip me in two. Whether it was that or the fact the very tip of him stupendous penis had found home, I don't know. He was transfixed. He stopped, looked down at us, looked up, grunted and removed his steadying hand. Very gentle he reached both hands back to my gracefully rounded, pure white bottom and held each buttock in his palm. His rock-hard cock, lodged against my involuntarily tightly closed vagina, sent bolts of electricity shooting through me. This was it. I moaned loudly and thrust my hips towards this dauntless scepter to hasten his entrance. Now the man knew instinctively the time had come for some serious work. He rotated his hips so that his penis kind of slid around my labia. My juices had never stopped flowing, thank goodness, so this was the perfect opportunity to lubricate his glans for the mad charge ahead. Again he placed his rigid cock's head on the now yearning opening. My continued thrusting gradually forced the tip of his head to disappear inside my virginal cunt. There was a momentary twinge of pain, but that was more than offset by a marvelous full feeling. "A real man, at last, a real man," I thought. Not one of those wimpy little geeks. This is what woman was made for. Now the man began to move again. With some hesitation or trepidation, I didn't know, nor care, I could feel his hips move a short ways in, then out. But I moved with him. He was firmly lodged, but it was going to take some effort to proceed further. I had serious doubts how long he was going to last, as he had been putting up with a pretty suggestive show for a very long time. Personally, I had cum several time, but I was more than ready for more. Would he be? His moans became more pronounced as the determined humping of his haunches increased in intensity. Still no progress, but the stimulation I was getting was heading me for another climax anyway. His pelvic stabs had begun as strokes, maybe, a few inches long, but as he appeared to gather courage and confidence they grew longer and slower. Slowly I felt his magnificent dick creep in deeper by a fraction of an inch. Then more. But before his thrusts could bear much more fruit he seemed to lose control. His strokes approached six, then eight or ten inches or maybe more. All I could do was ride with them. I didn't think I could have taken it if I had been on the bed. Then with an unearthly moan he came. The initial shot of semen seemed to penetrate my very soul, a hot searing flood of cum followed. Was this his first time? I wondered. Everything about this guy was superlative. He just kept cumming and cumming. I reached down to feel his balls to see if I could detect the end, but they were just as full as before. Maybe I couldn't tell that way. Although I took his out-pouring with great pleasure, I had hoped for more, I wanted another climax from this stud of the first water. Oh, ye of little faith. After his momentous flood I expected his to pull out and leave the way guys do, but he apparently wasn't through with me. He leaned over and gently laid me down on the bed, still enlodged and still hard as steel. With a grunt of satisfaction he began his ministerings to me again. The stallion wanted to take me for another ride! With utter elation I grasped him around the neck again, re- clutched his full loins and waited for the onslaught. Again he started gently, with his short strokes. I tried to extract him on his up stroke so he would have momentum on his down, to no avail, I was stuck and just rode with him as he went up. The frustration at only being able to invade a few inches sent the man into a frenzy. His still pulsing penis was poised to fully penetrate my body. His horse-stabs grew longer. Then a wondrous thing happened. He moved in me again. The added lubrication of his cum, assisted us where my meager oilings would not suffice. His pelvic motions definitely were bearing fruit. As he poured his whole being into each monstrous stab, I slowly, juicily and with obvious relish, absorbed more and more of the incredible staff. His plunges had met my involuntary resistance. Mentally, I tried to open as wide as possible, I wanted his whole being inside of me. After an amazingly short time; however, the resistance lessened. It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-inch stroke that did the trick. We both emitted muffled cries when his immense penis finally thrust home. Together we froze in seemingly amazement. I just had time to catch my breath when he began again. This time I didn't have to ride with him, I could go "against" him. He filled me to the hilt. His flailing thrusts were rewarded with the delicious, lubricated sliding of his gorgeous vein-studded, flaming penis in my creamy pink vagina. Although my delicate pink clitoris was seemingly waiving in the breeze of his motions, I could care less. Once again this superb stallion-of-a-man found renewed energy. Giving a cry of pleasure and he redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic, scintillating penis slipped deeper into me, I arched my back and groaned, "My god!" Over and over he drove his glorious penis deeper into me and with each stroke both of us grunted in unison. As his strokes approached ten inches in length the penetration by his spectacular organ was very nearly complete. And then, with a huge flash, the world exploded. With one magnificent plunge the man came with a heart-wrenching shriek. My response was not muffled this time. As he struggled to unload his wad into me my whole body stiffened and once again I went into a spasmodic orgasm. His testicles boiled up and erupted their contents inside of me until I could practically taste it. I never had a chance to wonder where it all came from, and surely didn't care, as long as I was the recipient. All I know is that his hot sticky semen continued to spew and spurt inside of me for what seemed like eternity. Now all we had to do was wait for the jury to count the ballots, for Noah and I had already voted. ]]> http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage-2/feed/ http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage/ http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage/#comments Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:18:48 +0000 Administrator Uncategorized http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage/ Then my friend passed by and said he had to leave, but would be back in a few hours to pick me up. From then on everything kind of got fuzzy. The next thing I can remember was being lead, or carried was more like it, down to the basement. It seemed to be laid out like a movie studio with several cameras, lights and other stuff. Everything seemed to be focus toward one corner, with a four- poster bed! How strange! It was soon after that I discovered that I was to be a principal in a porn flick. Now I am no innocent, but I hadn't agreed to be any part of this. Well, when I see that things are inevitable, I think, maybe I should relax and enjoy it. It was a clean nice place. All of the participants, both male and female, had seemed nice. I was impressed with the looks of both the men and women. As I said, they were all, well, beautiful! They matched me up with this gorgeous hunk, Sam. He seemed nice enough. In fact, under different circumstances I might have sort looked forward to this. The apparent story line, if you could call it that, was that there was to be a fucking contest. There were going to be four couples who would screw one right after the other, then the winning team would be picked. Everyone changed into some sexy and very skimpy robes, no underwear. I was still in no condition to fight the superior man power so I could not really prevent them from taking my clothes off. They did try to do it gently, however. The set was simple, but strange. The room was fairly large, but it had to be to accommodate the four couples, the director, cameraman and a few and sundry others. There was the silk- sheeted bed with many pillows, but no covers, and some chairs lined up in front of it. In the corner behind the bed was a steel post with several rings on it. I could only guess what that was for. They started filming at the directors command. Then at an unintelligible command, the door flew open and couple of guys brought in this giant. He must have been nearly seven feet tall and solidly built, but he was obviously a little freakish as his struggles were very uncoordinated. They tied him to the pole. One of the girls, apparently on clue rushed over to him and really felt him up before the camera. Either that guy was a good actor or he was really embarrassed. He fought to loose himself harder when she went over then when he was brought it. His face was beet red, but it wasn't all from exertion, the growing bulge in his pants attested to that. The director motioned to Sam to get ready, we were apparently first. A couple of the gals came over to me and carried me to the bed. I tried as hard as I could to struggle, as I still wasn't exactly sure what was going on. I really did try to get free, but they were amazingly strong and knew how to hold me so I couldn't really do anything. They stripped off my clothes and tied me spread-eagle on the bed. Sam came over to the bed and leaned over. "OK, Babe, here we go." He leered as he slowly parted his robe. A huge pulsing cock stood right out and stared me right in the face. As I said. I am no novice, but it was the biggest I had seen. It must have been eight inches long and about an inch and a half across. "This could have been fun," I thought, but I sure wished they would have let us prepare properly. Sam practically dove on me. With Sam's full weight on me I struggled to free myself. Most of the struggling was to get my face away from his awful leer. After a few real mushy kisses he slipped his hands down my side and groped for my nipples. Surprisingly, the were upright and hard. During all of this I had forgotten the audience, but then I was preoccupied with other things. Sam was surprisingly gentle I noted with relief. In fact his touch was nice and warm and really nice when he bent down and took my whole areola into his mouth. That was something that I always enjoyed, but none of my men-friends seemed to like. He rolled his tongue all around really getting to all the erotic places. He went from one to the other like a child trying to decide between a vanilla or chocolate ice cream cone. He really couldn't seem to make up his mind and I sure didn't care if he ever did. When I thought I would scream in ecstasy, which, no doubt, would have delighted the director, he yelled to Sam, "Get on with it, we don't have all day!" Sam obediently slid down until be had his head between my out stretched legs. With a few quick stabs with his tongue he found my erect clit and taught it a thing or two. Boy, was this great. After many (it seemed) delicious minutes feeling his expertness raise me to dizzying heights, I involuntarily arched my back. As I did, my heart stopped, well, not really, but it sure did a double-take. They had that poor guy in the corner, complete naked. He had this a monstrous cock just hanging there at half staff. His eyes had about bulged out of their sockets staring at us. But I couldn't take my eyes off the beautiful penis, magnificent or stupendous, were more appropriate words. Already it was over a foot long and easily two inched across. Sam looked like a piker compared to him. My, my, who was going to get him, but at that moment the director again yelled for Sam to hurry up. Sam then came back up and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips as he grabbed by buttocks in his hands. He was kind of kneeling over me with his erect dick throbbing above my cunt. My efforts at struggling to free myself had sort of subsided, now my laboring was more to assist progress. I desperately wanted to reach around Sam with my arms and legs and bring him into me, but I was still tied. He grabbed his pulsing stanchion, successfully fighting its periodic jerks, and pointed it towards my welcoming hot box. He just probed around the entrance for a few moments, flicking my clit every time it jerked up. Then he forced it lower and found the hot moist path to my very soul. He forced it in a fraction and stopped. I jerked myself and lodged it another several inches. Then, for no apparent reason, the director yelled, "That's it, Sam! Alice, finish him off!" I felt the bed rock as one of the other girls hopped on next to me. She slid herself under Sam and grabbed his erect rod. Sam was off in an instant. They clinched right next to me and as the camera came in close we could all watch as Sam's vein- studded cock quickly found Alice's drenched cunt. In veritable slow motion, his magnificent penis sunk from view into the shaven crevice. Oh, how I wanted that, but I was high and dry (well, not quite literally). The juices flowed as they began that age- old rhythm called fucking by some and love-making by others. To them it was the former, but it sure looked like fun. Alice must have been hot to trot already as she was really working herself into a frenzy. The camera came in real close to show the course of the sturdy dick as it sunk deep into Alice's cunt and then emerged nearly all of the way. Sam sure had a long stroke. It was hard to bear, knowing that could have been me taking that cock in me. But now the slushing was being done by another. Nonetheless, I was rising nearly as fast as she was. "Hurry, I am almost cumming, please hurry." No faked script for this gal, nor for Sam as his breathing became labored and the grunts of their efforts very audible. With one final splendid thrust he dove into the hot pussy with his all and collapsed in Alice's arms. Only the gentle rhythmic pulsing of their hips continued as the cum began flowing out of Alice and into the bed. The camera caught everything. In just a short time, on cue from the director, they both extracted themselves from the entanglement of arms and legs, etc., and got up. I was agonizingly close to cumming myself, but there was nothing to get me quite across the edge. As he pulled his still erect and dripping dick out with a delightful squishy noise, the ever-present director yelled, "Next!" I struggled to break free so I could grab that still stiff rod for myself or escape, I didn't know which, but to no avail. I still didn't know what the hell was going on. However, in my squirmings I did notice, with fascination, that the guy in the corner had a most magnificent hard-on now. It was a full three inches across, 16 inches long bundle of veins and arteries, poised for action. It shimmered in the glaring light. Oooh, what I would give for a little of that. My attention was diverted by the next couple, George and Gloria, hopping on the bed. George was another one of these wonderfully-hung studs, with a big and hard cock ready for action. Gloria, a lovely girl, had already lathered herself with K-Y, as she hunkered over into the all-fours position. The George grabbed his big red cock in both hands, the way I would have if I had been able, and tried to find the appropriate orifice. The director yelled, "Not the ass, do it the regular way." She was trying to look nonchalant, but could not quite cover up the excitement of what was to come. The camera could not see her face, but I could and relished as the pretty face became beautiful as the big moment arrived. I did not need to watch the progress of George's probing to know where he was. All I had to do was watch Gloria's face. First a pained expression, then a smile, then a start, then the eyes closed for an instant and a beatific smile crept over her face. He had found home. She had a catch in her breath as I noticed George give an involuntary jerk with his hips. They were mated. Gloria's eyes rolled up into their sockets as George slowly immersed his stallion penis into her juicy cunt. But she recoiled as he sought to remove it. She reached back with both hands to steady it in place. She wasn't going to let this one get away like I did. George clutched at her pendulous breasts that were hanging just a few inches from my face, allowing her free rein with his dick. She was all over it, touching and feeling the total expanse of it. As I scrunched over to get a better view of the rear entry action I again noticed the poor guy in the corner. He was still bug-eyed at the actions going before him, but he was also being fawned over by another one of the girls. Judy had squatted down in front of him gently caressing his immensely swollen prick. She appeared to be tracing each of the severely distended veins from his pubic hair to the now-glistening head. Although his eyes never left George and Gloria, he definitely knew that Judy was there. He was desperately trying to extricate himself from his lashings, whether to escape or join the action, I could not tell. His struggles were heroic. If I was Judy, I would hop right on that cock and you would never see it again. About that time I heard the simultaneous gasps of orgasm escape the nearby couple. I wrenched my eyes away from the lovely corner scene to see Gloria flop head first onto the bed, dragging a still-buried George along with her. His penis must have been unmercifully wrenched, but he never flinched. Again the steady trickle of bodily fluids escaping between the two flowed over the bed. Some even made its way to me as in my own ecstacy I attempted to slide into it. Again my struggle to join the couple were thwarted by my tethers. But the director continued to bark his orders. He told one of the girls to help Noah, apparently, that was the guy in the corner. Alice sidled over to him and took his mighty staff, pulled it down as far as she could and let it go. It sprung up in a mighty arc and oscillated for some time. She then ran her hands delicately around the various nooks and crannies and then bend down to follow the traces with her tongue. Noah's eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a tremendous groan. I couldn't believe it, but his gigantic dork had grown some more, not so much longer as bigger around. Alice could just barely get both hands around it, but it was nearly impossible for her to control it as it jerked around in response to his struggles and its own actions, I guess. I was brought back to reality (?) by another couple climbing onto the bed. "My god," I thought, "I can't take anymore of this. Here I am ready and willing and able, but they don't even know it." Greg lay down next to me, as Judy smilingly whispered to me, "Eat your heart out." Greg's cock, as expected, was raring to go, all nine inches of it. This would be interesting as Judy didn't look a day over 14 or an inch over 4-10. She didn't appear to be unversed, however. Grabbing Greg's thingus, she opened her mouth and swallowed nearly half his shaft. She began moving up and down covering his member totally with her saliva. Greg moaned, indicating that it didn't feel half bad. I sure didn't know how it felt to him, but it felt good to me just to watch. But how much more could I take? Deeper and deeper Judy urged Greg's dick. He grimaced as he apparently felt his cock crash into the back of her throat, but Judy seemed to enjoy it. She kept banging her throat harder and harder. The thrill was overtaking him as he grunted, "I am ready to explode." As the pressure mounted she began to rub his balls softly, almost as if she didn't believe him. With a deep groan he began to flood her juicy little mouth with gobs of his hot cum. Each spurt packed with incredible power. She swallowed loudly, agreeing with the taste. "Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm," she kept moaning. But it was too much for her as the viscous seminal fluid began to flow out of her mouth. Greg's cock was super slippery as his own sperm covered the full length of the shaft. Judy took the cock out of her mouth, a thick string of cum still connected the hard, pulsating head to her lower lip. "That was so good," she gurgled with her mouth still full. His cock was still straight up in the air and it looked even longer and thicker as it gleamed. There was a puddle of it on the bed. Judy carefully scooped up some of the thick stuff in her hands and inserted it in her already slippery juice box. She then positioned herself over Greg and placed his plum- sized head against her genital lips. "God, it's so big," she said as she maneuvered the cream-covered rod to somehow get it in. Then with a long grunt as if she was having a BM she forced the rock-hard head in. "Ooooh, maaaaa gooood!!!" she gasped as she began to move up and down very slowly. Her eyes closed in delight as she just sort of rocked gently up and down, steadily working his cock deeper. "Oh, yeah, I love it," she said. She started really moving up and down as the last of his steel-hard shaft was absorbed in her sweet box. Biting her upper lip, she groaned, "Ooooooooooo yeah, this is what I needed." "Let me fuck you, just like that," she said as she began to pick up speed. "Don't move. Oh, it feels incredible." Her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened as she continued to hammer away at his swelling swollen shaft. Alternating from a quick succession of quick strokes and slow long strokes his facial expression showed he obviously had another eruption coming on. Coming up on one of her long strokes she pulled his cock out of her love box just enough to maintain his head just outside as she began to rub the slippery knob back and forth between her labia and over her pink little clit. Then she slowly put it back into her succulent cunt. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let herself slip over Greg's bloated, towering penis. Then she stopped. After a few seconds she began to gyrate her hips. Slowly she added the in and out strokes again. "Uh, uh, uh ,uh, uh, oooh, uh, uh," she moaned with each inward stroke. "Oh, god, Oh, god. Oh, yes. I feel it. Oh, fuck, me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpered between each forceful thrust. He surely was about to explode in her. I wondered how much longer they could last, as I had just about had it, myself. Then, "I'm coming," he cried. "Oh, yeah," she replied, "Come baby, flood me with your love." Those words were apparently what did it. He exploded inside of her. "Ooooooo, give it all to me. Empty yourself inside of me. It feels so hot and slippery," she cried. "I want you to go even deeper inside of me." His balls quivered with each burst. "Oh, god, I think I'm coming," she erupted, "Oh yes, I'm coming, oh, oh, yes, oh, please don't stop, please don't stop, fuck me, please fuck me." But he was finished. She screamed as she drew closer to her blissful pinnacle as she continued to thrust on him. "AAAAH, OOOOOH!, OH GOD!, OH GOD!, OH YES!, AH, AH, AH, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her love box spasmed around his still jerking penis and her juices flowed. "Oh yes, oh, that felt so incredibly delicious." They both collapsed, along with me, for I had been rigid as Greg's cock, myself. After a few minutes we all sort of recovered. What next. Anything else would be anti-climactic (pardon the pun). Greg and Judy slowly and reluctantly disjoined and got up. Judy gave me a reassuring smile and patted my shoulder. The real word gradually came back to me. I could vaguely see the director and camera men and a few of the "stars" still sitting there rapt. The only noise was the bed creaking as Greg finally got off, the whirring of the camera, a cough in the back somewhere and a low, very low moan. The last was odd, I had never heard anything like it, it was almost unearthly. But one thing you had to say about it, it was mournful. Although still in a sexual "high" and virtually starving for relief, I could not help, but try to find the source, as if I didn't know already. There it was, that poor guy in the corner. He was slumped over being totally supported by his bindings. Well, he wasn't totally slumped over, his magnificent cock was flaming red and standing straight out throbbing up and down about two inches at a time. One of the girls was still hanging around his neck with one hand and stroking his immense penis with the other. It must have been a full eighteen inches now, the size was amazing. It was four inches across if it was an inch. Even from where I lay, all trussed up, too, I could see that he was in agony, not unlike mine, come to think of it. How could they do it? Totally fascinated by the scene, I barely heard the director tell all of the women to leave. This was accomplished not without protest. I expected them to release me and let me go, too, but either they forgot or had other things in mind. Then I looked down at myself. There I was all pink and white, stretched out on the bed. My tennis ball-sized breasts each crowned with a little pink nipple, proudly erect. My smooth white legs, my inner thighs, gently curved to meet at, what felt like my very soul, my crotch, where the silky pubic hairs nestled all around my passionately rising mons. The virginal labia swollen like never before and my clitoris, although hidden from my view, was stoutly erect, hungering for human contact. And the moistness oozing out of my vagina, down my crack to mingle with the other bodily secretions already present. I desperately wanted to close my legs so I was not so exposed, yet I really wanted to put my hands down there and ease the, seemingly, unquenchable fire in my clitoris. I actually even hoped that they would allow one of those magnificent men to cover me and relieve me of my frustrations. But, I guess it was not to be for they came over and untied me. Then, as someone draped a sheet over me, I was told to just lie there and relax for a little bit. I rolled over, oblivious to the observers and placed my hand on my mons. With a trembling finger I sought my little bud. At last, if no one else was going to do it I would. My hand darted from my clit to my oozing vagina. The crack, long off limits to my probing hands, felt moist, warm and inviting. "Mmmm... That feels good!" I moaned softly. But my concentration was cut short by a loud roar. I started, and looked up. They had freed the Noah! He tore loose from the remainder of his bindings like they were mere threads. One of his hands, a enormous beefy thing grabbed his own tool, the other he flung up to his face. The he looked down at himself, as if in disbelief. Could it be he had never seen himself erect before? I decided not to stay around and see. I then knew what was the next activity! I was off of the bed in a flash heading for the door, but this guy was quick as well as big. He ran after me, clearing the bed, as I looked back in horror, in a single leap. With one of his beefy hands he had me by the shoulder. His other arm wrapped itself around my middle and I was off of the ground. My 92 pounds didn't faze him one bit. It one swift, flowing motion he threw me back on the bed. I was so stunned that I lay there for a brief instant as he towered over me. He let out another horrendous roar, but it didn't seem appropriate with his sad, melancholy eyes. He didn't seem to know what to do then, but I couldn't take my eyes off of his. They were so pleading. Slowly, very slowly, I sat up, never blinking. I had two choices, run or stay. Something deep down told me to run, but my actions were dictated by the condition of my body, not logic. As I sat up, I slowly reached out to touch this magnificent stallion cock. Only then did I take my eyes off of his eyes and look down to what I had, or rather tried to have, in my hand. Not only was it too large for me to really hold with one hand, but it was alive! This was the Staff of Life, truly. It was unquestionably a giant, a flaming red giant. The shaft was laced with gigantic veins wandering this way and that, seemingly without purpose, but I knew better. Not only did the entire cock jerk up and down on a regular basis, but each vein that studded the jumbo shaft seemed to throb like an idling race car. I brought the other hand up to try to quell its independent spirit. If this was to be mine, I must have some semblance of control. With all of my strength I seemed to be able to hold him to small twitches. But its strength amazed and fascinated me. I proceeded to trace its enormous expanse with my fingers, forgetting that this was not a dismembered member. After thoroughly memorizing the shaft I hesitated and crept towards the tremendous glans. Although the shaft had been virtually as hard as a piece of steel, the glans, so rosy and shinning before me, was just firm, soft and firm. I could gentle squeeze it and it would yield a little. The one eye appeared to tear just for me as it stared at me. As I finished tracing the glans around I decided to check out the loosely hanging testicles. They hung nearly six inches below the ever-present and attentive dick, in a soft loose bag of skin. I had never felt balls before, so it was a puzzle when I had trouble grasping them. They felt like tennis balls made of gelatin. They were pliable and soft, yet turgid. I must have spent a long time just playing with the enormous equipment presented to me before I remembered that they were part of a real live person. I looked up. Staring down at me were two large sad eyes. Then the eyes rolled back into his head, he released a low moan of ecstacy and leaned over me. He gentle, but firmly, laid me back on the bed and began to trace my whole body with his huge rough hands. It was just too much for me. Not only could I not stand those scratchy hands, but I need no preliminaries. I was ready! I think he was, too. I reached up and put my hands around his neck. He paused. I whispered, "Fuck me, you big horse!" He did not seem to understand my request, but he did get on the bed, down on all fours over me. The bed protested, but stayed up. The scene must have seemed ludicrous. This giant, dark, hairy ox-of-a-man on all fours covering this petit blonde virginal-looking girl. I extracted my legs from between his and reached up to get them around his waste. At the same time I pulled myself up by my arms to hug him around the neck (I sure didn't want to get kissed by him). He still didn't know what to do, but he was shaking like a leaf. The moans and groans spewed from his lips like water over a dam. Of course, I was shaking a bit myself, but I wasn't going to let this moment get away. Then he seemed to remember what he had seen, for the continued to hold his stance and reach down with one hand to again grasp his unbelievable staff. He started trying to waggle it around to find a place to put it, but I could see I was going to have to help a little. I pulled myself up higher with my legs until I just felt the touch of his hot and, by now, sweaty penis. The instant I touched him, he froze. Then he got up on his knees with me trailing along. He sort of stood there on his knees, moaning and sweating. The with his free hand, the other one was trying to control the antics of his gigantic, flailing stanchion, he reached around my back and pulled me closer to him. I could then feel that he had begun rocking his hips, slowly, yes, definitely making actual fucking strokes, but he was missing the point as I kind of sitting on top of his dick. The motions were graciously received by me as my clitoris was being royally stimulated. This was better than riding a horse. Gradually, his motions became heavier and more intense. He was working up a great lather pumping with his muscular haunches supporting that majestic and imposing rod. I wasn't sure, but what he didn't think that this was all there was to it, but I didn't think I wanted to be masturbated with that splendid gorgeous penis right there! As I tried to talk Noah into waiting, I did what I could to back away from his steadily stroking penis. His motions were not really under his own control, but he obviously thought I was trying to get away, as he gripped be harder, almost too hard. But, thank goodness, nature took its course and his pelvic thrusts became longer and longer. Just at the right moment I pushed mightily away from him and dropped a fraction of an inch. That was a mistake, as his return thrust caught me full. He actually tried to stuff all eighteen inches of that four inch monster in my tight little vagina at one time. Needless to say it didn't fit. I cried out in sheer terror, thinking he was going to rip me in two. Whether it was that or the fact the very tip of him stupendous penis had found home, I don't know. He was transfixed. He stopped, looked down at us, looked up, grunted and removed his steadying hand. Very gentle he reached both hands back to my gracefully rounded, pure white bottom and held each buttock in his palm. His rock-hard cock, lodged against my involuntarily tightly closed vagina, sent bolts of electricity shooting through me. This was it. I moaned loudly and thrust my hips towards this dauntless scepter to hasten his entrance. Now the man knew instinctively the time had come for some serious work. He rotated his hips so that his penis kind of slid around my labia. My juices had never stopped flowing, thank goodness, so this was the perfect opportunity to lubricate his glans for the mad charge ahead. Again he placed his rigid cock's head on the now yearning opening. My continued thrusting gradually forced the tip of his head to disappear inside my virginal cunt. There was a momentary twinge of pain, but that was more than offset by a marvelous full feeling. "A real man, at last, a real man," I thought. Not one of those wimpy little geeks. This is what woman was made for. Now the man began to move again. With some hesitation or trepidation, I didn't know, nor care, I could feel his hips move a short ways in, then out. But I moved with him. He was firmly lodged, but it was going to take some effort to proceed further. I had serious doubts how long he was going to last, as he had been putting up with a pretty suggestive show for a very long time. Personally, I had cum several time, but I was more than ready for more. Would he be? His moans became more pronounced as the determined humping of his haunches increased in intensity. Still no progress, but the stimulation I was getting was heading me for another climax anyway. His pelvic stabs had begun as strokes, maybe, a few inches long, but as he appeared to gather courage and confidence they grew longer and slower. Slowly I felt his magnificent dick creep in deeper by a fraction of an inch. Then more. But before his thrusts could bear much more fruit he seemed to lose control. His strokes approached six, then eight or ten inches or maybe more. All I could do was ride with them. I didn't think I could have taken it if I had been on the bed. Then with an unearthly moan he came. The initial shot of semen seemed to penetrate my very soul, a hot searing flood of cum followed. Was this his first time? I wondered. Everything about this guy was superlative. He just kept cumming and cumming. I reached down to feel his balls to see if I could detect the end, but they were just as full as before. Maybe I couldn't tell that way. Although I took his out-pouring with great pleasure, I had hoped for more, I wanted another climax from this stud of the first water. Oh, ye of little faith. After his momentous flood I expected his to pull out and leave the way guys do, but he apparently wasn't through with me. He leaned over and gently laid me down on the bed, still enlodged and still hard as steel. With a grunt of satisfaction he began his ministerings to me again. The stallion wanted to take me for another ride! With utter elation I grasped him around the neck again, re- clutched his full loins and waited for the onslaught. Again he started gently, with his short strokes. I tried to extract him on his up stroke so he would have momentum on his down, to no avail, I was stuck and just rode with him as he went up. The frustration at only being able to invade a few inches sent the man into a frenzy. His still pulsing penis was poised to fully penetrate my body. His horse-stabs grew longer. Then a wondrous thing happened. He moved in me again. The added lubrication of his cum, assisted us where my meager oilings would not suffice. His pelvic motions definitely were bearing fruit. As he poured his whole being into each monstrous stab, I slowly, juicily and with obvious relish, absorbed more and more of the incredible staff. His plunges had met my involuntary resistance. Mentally, I tried to open as wide as possible, I wanted his whole being inside of me. After an amazingly short time; however, the resistance lessened. It was the final lunge at the end of a superb foot-inch stroke that did the trick. We both emitted muffled cries when his immense penis finally thrust home. Together we froze in seemingly amazement. I just had time to catch my breath when he began again. This time I didn't have to ride with him, I could go "against" him. He filled me to the hilt. His flailing thrusts were rewarded with the delicious, lubricated sliding of his gorgeous vein-studded, flaming penis in my creamy pink vagina. Although my delicate pink clitoris was seemingly waiving in the breeze of his motions, I could care less. Once again this superb stallion-of-a-man found renewed energy. Giving a cry of pleasure and he redoubled his efforts. As the fantastic, scintillating penis slipped deeper into me, I arched my back and groaned, "My god!" Over and over he drove his glorious penis deeper into me and with each stroke both of us grunted in unison. As his strokes approached ten inches in length the penetration by his spectacular organ was very nearly complete. And then, with a huge flash, the world exploded. With one magnificent plunge the man came with a heart-wrenching shriek. My response was not muffled this time. As he struggled to unload his wad into me my whole body stiffened and once again I went into a spasmodic orgasm. His testicles boiled up and erupted their contents inside of me until I could practically taste it. I never had a chance to wonder where it all came from, and surely didn't care, as long as I was the recipient. All I know is that his hot sticky semen continued to spew and spurt inside of me for what seemed like eternity. Now all we had to do was wait for the jury to count the ballots, for Noah and I had already voted. ]]> http://www.starletblog.com/late-teen-in-love-with-bondage/feed/ http://www.starletblog.com/sex-at-work/ http://www.starletblog.com/sex-at-work/#comments Sat, 02 Aug 2008 16:29:12 +0000 Administrator nubile teen nubile nude nubile tits dream kelly solo teen sex http://www.starletblog.com/sex-at-work/ Afterwards, we visited a small night spot and danced a bit, then decided to return to the hotel. It was still early, only about 8:00 when we walked down the hall towards our rooms. Julie had overdone her drinking and I was helping her down the hall. She wasn't drunk, but she was just a little tipsy, laughing and giggling as we entered her room. She used the bathroom, while I entered my room through the connecting door, and called the front desk to check for any messages (just in case the boss checked up on us). Having no messages, I kicked off my shoes to get comfortable, and returned to Julie's room. Julie was looking out the window, and as I came into the room, she waved me over excitedly. "Take a look over there!" She whispered, as if she would be overheard. I followed her finger and saw another hotel. The window she'd pointed out clearly showed another couple, on their bed, in the midst of some pretty steamy action. We couldn't see a lot of detail, other than they were both quite naked, and he was on top of her, and her legs were around his hips. Their motions were a primitive, erotic rhythm; something very specific. "Hmmm. Looks like they're having fun." I said quietly. I could feel my prick swelling, being so near Julie and watching her intent interest in the other couple. Julie is attractive, single, 25, about five foot five, chestnut hair, pale blue eyes, and a nice figure of 34C-20-33. We'd been working as a team for seven months, flirting a little, and getting to know each other well. Julie had a boyfriend until three months ago, and we'd gone out to dinner only once in those three months. She knew my interest in her wasn't completely business. I turned down the lights in the room, and we sat by the window. Julie lit a cigarette, and offered me the pack. I lit one, and we watched the "show" the other couple was giving us. They were a floor below us, and we had a good view of their activities. About halfway through our cigarettes, the woman turned over and knelt, taking her man doggy-style. I heard Julie take a deep breath, and she oooh'd when the girl sat up. The girl had very large breasts, D cups for sure, and 36 or 38 inches. Her tits flopped against the bed as her man slammed her from behind. I looked over at Julie, and she looked at me. Now was the time. "I want you." I said in a low, breathy voice. Julie motioned me to stay seated, then indicated for me to be silent, using the age-old finger to the lips signal. Julie began to slowly unbutton her blouse, her eyes were fixed on the couple in the other room. I watched Julie's fingers slowly unfasten each small button, exposing more of her body with each movement. I glanced over at the other couple, seeing that the girl was now flat on the bed, her big tits visible at her sides, while her man was still pounding her from behind. Julie's hand stopped at her waist, and she slid the blouse aside, running her fingers over her bra. Almost without effort, the front hook parted and her breasts came free. They were full, soft, and, I knew, warm. Julie slowly slipped out of her blouse and bra, still watching the other couple. She sat there, topless, cupping her firm tits and rolling her nipples in her fingers, giving me a hellva hard-on. "Oh yes!" Julie breathed quietly, still staring out the window. I looked and the man had withdrawn, and was now spreading the girl's ass, working his cock into her nether hole. This was obvious from their positioning as well as her reaction. Julie's hand slid down and unzipped her skirt, and she slid out of it as well, sitting down in only her pantyhose and underwear. As the other couple began to work back into their rhythm, Julie began to slide her fingers under her panties, one hand still pinching a nipple. My cigarette had burned out in the ashtray, and Julie's had done the same, falling onto the table unnoticed. The couple in the window were glistening with sweat, and I could see a bare sheen forming on Julie's chest between her marvelous breasts. Her breathing was deeper, heavier now, and she kept her eyes on the performers. Julie's musky scent filled the room, and I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the discomfort of my aching cock which strained against my slacks. The other couple were near to orgasm, frantically fucking hard. Julie's hand seemed to vibrate over her clit, and she was half aware of her surroundings as she too neared her nirvana. Sudden motions became jerky, then stopped in the other window, the couple slowly collapsing onto the bed, signalling their orgasm. Julie was in a light trance, her head back slightly, lips parted, breathing heavy, and her fingers blurred over her clit. Suddenly, Julie arched forward, then she slid down in her chair, obviously having her own orgasm. She panted quietly for a few minutes, and I reached over, lighting a cigarette for her. Julie didn't blush, or cover up. She accepted the cigarette, and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke across the table. She looked over at me, just a I lit another smoke. "You didn't get off?" Julie asked me. I shook my head. "I enjoyed watching you though." I said. "Highly erotic, and better than any fantasy." Now Julie blushed a little. I could see her tan lines, faint but decernable, showing around her tits. Julie wore small suits judging from her tan. I looked out the window for a long moment, and was about to suggest that we adjourn to bed, together. A light went on in the hotel room directly across from us, and standing in the room was a very lovely, quite naked blonde, with perhaps the most luscious body I'd seen in years. She was joined quickly by another girl, who wasn't quite naked, still wearing her garterbelt and stockings. The girls embraced and kissed. "Hmmm. This looks intriguing." I said, indicating for Julie where to look. Julie looked, and I half expected her to make a comment about the lesbian scene we were watching, either positive or negative. Hearing none, I glanced at her, and she was watching intently again. The girls were kissing and both running their hands over each other. We had quite a nice seat, although a bit far away for my tastes. I wasted no time, unzipping my slacks and undressing as the girls made their way to the bed. Julie glanced over my way several times, the table interrupting her view. I now sat in my chair, wearing nothing, stroking my very erect cock as I watched the two girls. Julie propped her feet up on the airconditioning unit and began to stroke herself lightly. We watched as one girl, lying on her back, let the other lick her pussy. They were enjoying each other fully, when a well built man entered the room, towelling himself off from a shower. He looked at the girls and watched too, his thick cock standing quickly. I had an idea then, and hoped Julie was as horny as I was, and would go along with me. I stood up, and Julie looked directly at my crotch. Without saying a word, I walked around and stood next to her, indicating for her to stand. Julie did, and I knelt, removing her pantyhose and panties, letting my hands glide down her lovely, warm legs. Julie sighed as my face brushed against her thigh when she stepped out of the last of her clothes. I rose and turned her around, and pointed to the windows. The first couple had covered up and weren't doing much but the other window was full of activity. The man was now kneeling over one girl who sucked his cock, and the other girl was sucking the first one's nipples. With the lights off in our room, our skin took on the brownish-gray cast of night mixed with city lights. I stepped behind Julie, pressing my rigid cock between the cheeks of her ass, and I reached around, cupping her full breasts and bringing her closer to me. Julie sighed softly, and I nibbled her neck. "Watch them." I whispered. We moved closer to the glass, and Julie put her hands against the cool metal frames. I squeezed her breasts, feeling their weight, and then rolled both her nipples in my fingers. Julie pressed back against me, her breathing becoming deeper, more urgent. I reminded her to watch our friends in the other room. Both the other women were now sucking the man's cock, and the blonde was squeezing the tits of the other woman. I slid my cock up and down between Julie's cheeks, running my hands over her belly and thighs, touching her lean, beautiful body all over. Julie's hand roamed my thighs too, and her fingers raked the cheeks of my ass gently. I leaned back and slipped my hard, eight inch cock between her legs, sliding against her already wet labia. Julie moaned softly and leaned back against me. "Look at what they're doing now!" I whispered. The trio had changed around, and the blonde, with fairly large breasts, was giving the man a good tit-fuck. The brunette had her face deep between the blonde's legs. Julie was watching, but her hips were rocking back against me with such an erotic movement, that I knew I had to enter her soon, or risk coming on the glass! My hands moved to Julie's hips, and I steadied her as I moved the head of my cock to her entrance. "Wait." Julie breathed. I couldn't beleive this! We were both hot enough to set fire to the hotel, and she wanted to wait! The head of my cock was just at her entrance, her steamy heat warming the head, floating around my balls, driving me crazy. I looked over at the trio, and the man was now feeding the blonde his huge cock, about half of it in her mouth. Julie thrust back, taking me fully within her drenched pussy all at once. She caught me off guard, and we both moaned as her buttocks met my loins. I pulled her even tighter to me, my hands sliding down to stroke and tease her swollent clit. "Oh baby! Yes! I'm going to cum!" Julie panted as we slowly began to pump our bodies together. My fingers on her clit were going to make her come, and I slowed down, teasing, keeping her excited. "Oh, look, look!" Julie cried, and I looked at the trio. The man had moved, and was now jerking off by both girls who were kissing fiercely. Julie began to move quickly, thrusting back hard to meet my equally hard forward surges. Our bodies were urgently trying to catch up, and my hands found her tits, warm and bouncing. The man in the other room was coming, and the girls were both sharing his cock and cum. Julie was madly fucking me now, and I slammed into her hard and fast. The girls kissed and I felt the first squeeze of Julie's fast approaching orgasm. The brunette crawled up and sat on the blonde's face, rocking furiously over her mouth. Julie was moaning and tossing her head back and forth. "She's gonna cum too!" I panted to Julie. "Watch. She's cumming!" The brunette shuddered and arched, then fell onto her companion's body. We were watching, and fucking hard. Julie's cunt gripped me tight, and her body stiffened, my arms encircling her to hold her up. "Fuck! Cum!!" Julie cried out. Julie was almost bouncing on my cock, her ass pressed hard against me. Her cunt gripping me over and over. I felt a familiar surge rising deep from within. My cock was buried deep in her fiery cunt, my cum rising like a gusher towards her flaming depths. "Don't...move." I panted. Julie tried to remain still, and a second or two later, I came with a long, thick stream of cum pouring into her hot cunt. Then another. I shuddered as each spurt sent my sperm flooding into her sopped cunt. Over and over until I felt as though all my strength had just flowed out my cock. We collaped into Julie's chair, with Julie sitting on my lap, my cock still buried deep inside her. I held Julie against me, nuzzling the back of her neck, lightly hugging her to me. Our breathing slowed down, and we were finally able to talk again. "That was fantastic." I said softly, kissing her back. "Hmmm. Thank you. I loved it too." she replied dreamily. We looked over and watched the trio continue their fuck, and my cock stirred again, still inside of Julie. The blonde was sucking the guy, and the other gal was fucking her from behind with what looked like a strap on dildo. We cheered them on, getting a little bit lewd with our suggestions. The blonde came and the three of them relaxed, giving Julie and I a break. Julie needed to visit the powder room, and she stood up, kissing me softly on the lips before she walked off. When she returned, she indicated the open door between the rooms. "Your place or mine?" she said, standing by the door. We both laughed. "Yours." I said, pulling her onto the bed. We kissed and began again, this time, wondering if someone was able to see us, and perhaps they'd get the same ideas we had. ]]> http://www.starletblog.com/sex-at-work/feed/ http://www.starletblog.com/bondage-delights/ http://www.starletblog.com/bondage-delights/#comments Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:09:00 +0000 Administrator nubile pussy sara sexton dream kelly solo teen pussy http://www.starletblog.com/bondage-delights/ A visitor would have thought nothing of the scene. An ordinary looking businessman in a faceless hotel room. A few papers spread across the desktop, and a small overnight case against the wall. A look at his facial expressions would lead one to think he was just a bored man, waiting for a business appointment who was running late. A peek inside his mind, however, would have shown a completely different story. He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling a pillow out from beneath the cheap hotel bedspread he lay back, clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her. Then she stood quietly. For minutes they stayed this way. Neither moving, the only sound being her increasingly deep breathing. Finally, he lowered his gaze, taking in the picture of the woman who had come to serve him. She was not a tall woman. Dressed in a camel overcoat to protect her from the weather there was little to be seen. Her hair was a mixture of light highlights, and deep dusky brown closer to her head. Tiny gold hoops hung from her ears. He could see her lips were firmly set, devoid of emotion or interest. Her eyes were firmly set to the wall above his head, motionless. Finally, he broke the silence with a single word. 'Disrobe', he said with a voice that was not a request, but a command. He watched as she looked about her. Standing in the doorway there was nothing close to her to place her clothes on. He knew she could feel his eyes boring into her now. She knew she must obey. Slowly, she unbuttoned the expensive overcoat and opened it. Sliding it off her shoulders she let it fall to the floor. She wore a dark blue silk blouse, with a brightly colored scarf at her neck. A grey wool skirt fell just above her knees. Brightly polished leather boots extended from her small feet up under her skirt. Her hands went to her neck, and untied the scarf. As she pulled it away, and dropped it to the floor baring her neck. Around it he could see the thin black satin collar she wore. At the base of her throat, attached to the collar, was an ivory cameo. To the casual observer this was a nice, Victorian, touch. On closer examination this carving was a couple intertwined in the passions of lovemaking. Carefully, she unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to fall open as she moved down the long row of tiny buttons. As she reached the bottom, and shrugged the blouse to the floor he could see the glimmer from the tiny gold ring in each nipple. As he watched, her nipples became completely erect. He could see the motion of the rings with each move she made. Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor. As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy her master's every wish. He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm breasts, across her soft, yet not quite perfect, stomach. Following the line of her body his eyes rested upon her bare mons. Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself well. Not a trace of hair remained. Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until they entered the tall leather boots. 'She will do' was his only thought. He turned his attention away from her, leaving her standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched the television back on, and tuned in a c