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He told her to get her sexy ass up on her knees and face the headboard, which she did instantly because his fiddling between her legs had really made her ready to have sex again. He wasted no time moving in behind me, having her put her knees up on the pillows and pushing her legs open to where he had total access to her. He did not work his cock into her slow and gentle this time, she felt him rub his fat cock head up and down her slit a few times to lube it up then he plunged his cock into her to its full length in one strong, forceful stroke.

This hard entry forced all the air from her lungs and she flopped her head down on the mattress to catch her breath, while he had grabbed her hips in his strong hands and began fucking her hard and deep. It seemed like only seconds had elapsed when she began to feel ‘that tingle’ winding tighter and tighter inside her belly. He was telling her what a fine little sweet babe she was, how he always loved banging them young, how her young pussy felt so good on his cock, and so on.

This nasty talk combined with his wild, powerful fucking, made her explode like a small bomb. Even while she was still trashing beneath him, reveling in her climax, she felt it as he shoved one, and then another thumb, up her ass. She forced herself up from the mattress and mewed at this new and wonderful feeling he was giving her. His powerful cock was pounding in and out of her and now he was stroking his two thumbs in to her ass with the same tempo as his cock. She felt another orgasm coming and yelled that she loved it in her ass when the world dimmed out again.

She almost fainted. She collapsed onto the mattress again and was powerless as this latest orgasm rocked her again and again. She became aware that He was leaning over her still slamming her pussy with his big cock, laughing and calling her a total nympho cock LovePeddler. As the room began to come back into focus, he slipped his thumbs from her ass, then he pulled his cock from her pussy. She felt his cock press against her puckered ass and felt him pressing it into her. She felt the pressure and knew that he was forcing her ass to fold way into me; the pressure was becoming uncomfortable when there was a subtle pop and his cock slid inside her.

He let out a groan and said her ass was even tighter than her fucking cunt and that he was going to break her in good. He shoved what felt like a foot of his cock into me, making her squeal and squirm on his cock. He said that she had a nasty hot ass and that he was going to ream her out good, as he stroked even more of his huge cock into her. It was hard to breath as he would drive into her and she soon found herself breathing in cadence with his fucking, inhaling on the outstroke and exhaling on his in stroke.




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Henrietta sat through class. Rome this, Rome that. This emperor did this, this emperor did that. She heard about the debauchery of Tiberius which caught her attention. Her teacher Rita noticed the class perk up when she mentioned Tiberius' madness.

“Yes, some of these emperors got really perverted at points. Tiberius was said to rape boys, girls, men, women, make them his play thing for a while and then have them cast off the cliffs of his ocean side villa.... Altogether, not a good date (laughter). It seems like many of the emperors descended into sexual perversity, as their power grew. There is a lot of emotional power plays in sexuality, and....well...that's for a different class...anyway....” and she continued.

That's interesting. Maybe I'll read about those guys later...hmm.....I hope Alfred doesn't throw me off a cliff....(she smiled)....raping me wouldn't be terrible though...I wonder if Tiberius was hot?.....

“Alright, that's class for today. Turn in your homework and I'll give you back your midterms....some of you did great, some of you, well, I may have to toss you over a cliff.....(brief nervous laughter amongst the students)....well, maybe not that, but I'll have to talk with some of you later.” Rita said, her eyes very serious with the last point. She also looked straight at Henrietta.

“Ohhh, something tells me your screwed Henrietta.....” a friend told her as they all stood up.

“Um, I am so screwed.”


* * *

Henrietta waited till the others left to minimize her humiliation, and she walked up to Rita.
Rita was an attractive vivacious woman in her late 20s. She had large D cup breasts that every guy in the school masturbated about. She had a large, round ass woman of her ethnic heritage were famous for, and big soft lips. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.

“What happened with that midterm Henrietta? It was pretty bad.”

“Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and...”

“Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining home works, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework.”

Henrietta was feeling sick in her stomach. “Um, yeah, about that....well....”

“You didn't do your homework? Henrietta...uh....just give me what you have.” Rita had her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The homework was not that difficult. It basically just showed you had read the book.

“Um....well.....again, about that, …....................well...”

“What do you have? ….......Anything?” Rita was annoyed, and speaking sharply and in an abrupt manner. Henrietta felt like crying. She shook her head slightly.

“Nothing at all.” Rita said matter-of-factly. “Alright. I don't see how you can pass this class.

“No! Please Ms. Lawal! My mom....my dad is hurt so bad, and mom is paying for this school and working so hard, putting in over-time all the time, and....oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Lawal. Pleassssse...” Henrietta begged.

“I can't say you did work you didn't Henrietta. It’s not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but don't push this off on me. The responsibility is on you.” Rita looked straight at her.

“Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just isn't my thing. It's interesting when you talk about it, but the book is sooooo boring, and I try so hard to concentrate, but I just can't...please Ms. Lawal, let me finish the homework, I'll do it, I promise.”

Rita looked at Henrietta. There was something about the fear in the eyes, something in her desperate voice. She was a very pretty girl. It was like Rita had an instinct inside, a huntress instinct...deep inside she felt this girl was easy prey.

There were rumors about Ms. Lawal at school. No boyfriend. The over-all martial demeanor. “She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.




Nothing Goes for Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

Cool.

"I hear things." I said glibly.

"I don't want to get raped, you know."

"Oh, step Mom, don't be silly, it's all the rage."

"Okay, Sweetie, if you think I can pull it off ... I'll do it. I'll give those young girls a run for their money."

The door bell rang and I went down to answer it.

"Hi, I'm Glen, is Esther ready?"

Dear Diary,

A little hard to describe the exploring we have been doing, C and I. We've had a couple days of giggling together, but I guess he wouldn't like me describing it in that girlish term. He gets more masculine every day, more grown up. I'm so proud of him. And Deborah said a funny thing to me. I guess you don't have many secrets from a perfect sister who you shared a room with all during childhood and adolescence. Even without words, she seems to know what I am thinking, what I am feeling. It's a little eerie.

As usual, she was urging me with her regular plea that I "need to get laid." C came into the room and she stopped on that subject, thank heavens. But when he left she asked if C was sexually active yet. "I'd hate to think he was going through the awful thing I went through when that jerk Allan Courtney took my cherry. I hate the thought of it. It ruined me for a long time, sexually. Even now I think of it and cringe. It's a shame that we can't know more the first time."

Actually, I hadn't gone far and I stood in the hallway eavesdropping on the conversation.

"I should seduce dear sweet Prince, you know, and teach him right! Or ... or ... one of us should."

"Deborah! For heaven's sake!" My step Mom half laughed and half chided her sister.

"Well, it's true. In this day and age?! It's barbaric letting them just fool around until he shoves hi penis into some poor girl and makes a mess of it for both of them. Or don't boys have bad first times? They must. At least sensitive ones like our Prince."

I heard my step Mom laugh nervously. "But incest?"

"Well, why not, really? I mean the old wives tales have been disproved for years. Yet we pretend that it doesn't happen and that the baby will have two heads. It's just not true. And it would do more good than harm no matter what you think."

"Oh well. We can't do that."

"Aha, you said 'we' though." Deborah laughed wickedly.

My step Mom changed the subject and I went on down the hall.

It came up again a few days later, quite by surprise. About once a month we had a "date" for a "Hanging-out Saturday" in which we did whatever came to our mind together, mostly nothing that involved work.

She was in the laundry room when I finished breakfast and called out for her.

"Come in here, you can help me fold!" she called.

And so we stood folding clothes and discussing what we would do on our day off.

"Here, honey, let me show you. Fold one cup into the other, and the straps into the cup too." she instructed. As usual my face was slightly red being instructed on how to fold her lacy bra. "Now doesn't that look neater?" I caught the mischievous note in her voice and returned the smile.

I held up a pair of pink panties and said, "Now is there a special fold for these too?"

"Yes, like this." she laughed. "Now don't you want my underwear to be pretty and neat? And here's a pair that are getting a little worn, so I'm putting them aside for you." she giggled as she ran her finger along the tiny trim of lace in the leg of a lavender full panty that was silky and soft from many washings. She nudged my arm. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't tease you like that, should I?"

"I'm getting used to it, step Mom."

She was wearing tight blue jeans that morning and I remember thinking that even in jeans she could be my fantasy woman. The jeans were always new looking and looked as if tailored perfectly to her curves. The front buttoned at the top of that nice little bulge of tummy and she never needed a belt, they were that tight. Almost painted on. The perfect blue denim tummy was sensual enough to make me gasp, but it swept smoothly into a picture perfect pubic mound.

And the mound lead into a split of pussy lips sculpted by the denim into beckoning guides for my eyes. They look soft and touchable and I dreamt about them sometimes. Her firm thighs are bound into taut curves like the Greek statues I ogled at the museum. She turned and I had a view of her perfect bottom cupped by the jeans and held beautifully firm and inviting. She turned and caught my eyes on her bottom.



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Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.

“What happened with that midterm Henrietta? It was pretty bad.”

“Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and...”

“Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining home works, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework.”

Henrietta was feeling sick in her stomach. “Um, yeah, about that....well....”

“You didn't do your homework? Henrietta...uh....just give me what you have.” Rita had her eyebrows raised in disbelief. The homework was not that difficult. It basically just showed you had read the book.

“Um....well.....again, about that, …....................well...”

“What do you have? ….......Anything?” Rita was annoyed, and speaking sharply and in an abrupt manner. Henrietta felt like crying. She shook her head slightly.

“Nothing at all.” Rita said matter-of-factly. “Alright. I don't see how you can pass this class.

“No! Please Ms. Lawal! My mom....my dad is hurt so bad, and mom is paying for this school and working so hard, putting in over-time all the time, and....oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Lawal. Pleassssse...” Henrietta begged.

“I can't say you did work you didn't Henrietta. It’s not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but don't push this off on me. The responsibility is on you.” Rita looked straight at her.

“Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just isn't my thing. It's interesting when you talk about it, but the book is sooooo boring, and I try so hard to concentrate, but I just can't...please Ms. Lawal, let me finish the homework, I'll do it, I promise.”

Rita looked at Henrietta. There was something about the fear in the eyes, something in her desperate voice. She was a very pretty girl. It was like Rita had an instinct inside, a huntress instinct...deep inside she felt this girl was easy prey.


There were rumors about Ms. Lawal at school. No boyfriend. The over-all martial demeanor. “She's a dyke” was a common whisper as she walked by in the halls. But there was no proof. She had been caught, apparently, looking at certain girls' backsides when they wore tight jeans, or at their chests when they wore low-cut tops...either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected.

Rita hadn't broken her look at Henrietta. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Henrietta had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect.

Rita put her had out, and lightly brushed away the tears. “Hey, its okay. We'll figure something out. How about this? I'll give you more time on your homework (Henrietta looked up hopefully), and a couple times a week you come by my place and I'll talk about the material with you.”
Henrietta didn't know what to say, this was the kindest she'd ever seen Ms. Lawal.....

“Thank you! Thank you soooo much. Oh my gosh. I will definitely learn this stuff Ms. Lawal, there is no...”

Rita stiffened up again. “Don't miss any meetings with me. Don't complain about the work. Do what I say. Everything. And I won't fail you. Understand?”

“Yes, yes...thank you, you are the best!” Henrietta exclaimed, as she picked up her bags and started for the door.

“Just do the work. I'll email you my address. Come by on Thursday night.”

“Okay! Thannkk youuu!” Henrietta's voice trailed off as the door closed behind her.

“See you then Henrietta” Rita said quietly, to herself. Why are you doing this? Rita sat in thought, and looked up at a poster that showed the emperors of Rome. She looked at Tiberius.



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She gripped his hips and clung unto him as the wave of pleasure swept over her. Now, he started pounding faster.

He suddenly stiffened his body, growled and gripped her alike. He had his climax and he released everything inside her. She was on pill, so there was nothing to fear.

They remained still on the bed for some time until she stood to go and clean up. They soon slept in each other’s arms. Some hours later, he woke her up to re-enact the amorous action. He slipped from her and rolled onto his back pulling her onto his chest.

She looked up into his twinkling eyes and gently kissed his chest as he petted her head like a puppy. His hand moved to the top of her head and he applied gentle but firm pressure, forcing her down towards his crotch.

She knew what he wanted immediately so she twisted around and slid her face down to his groin. His cock was still a beautiful sight, lying there across his thigh, coated with streaks of his sperm.

Suzanne held herself up on her right elbow and lifted his cock to her mouth with her left hand; the smell was that of pure unadulterated sex. She inhaled it like it was a drug and when she placed that cum oozing cock into her mouth, she just knew that this was where she belonged. His cock continued to thump in her mouth even though it was only half erect. Its heat and taste were overpowering, his thick sperm mixed with her juices was truly nectar to her and she found herself sucking his tool with wild abandon.

She did not know if she was sucking him right, but his moans told her that she was doing it ok.

Since she had twisted around to stay on the bed, he had easy access to her ready pussy and had begun to slip his fingers in and out of her, making her squirm with pleasure.

As he played with her; he kept telling her what good a babe she was, how tight she was, and how he loved her cock-sucking. This talk made her feel so good. It made her feel like she was desirable and with somebody who appreciated her.

He began running his sperm lubed fingers from her pussy over her asshole, first drawing little circles around it, then later probing them into the hole itself.

This was a whole new feeling, not uncomfortable, but different in a nasty way, made even more so because it was a man slipping his finger in and out of her little butt hole. It seemed like only minutes until his cock had swollen to its big full size again.

She removed her left hand and just let it bob in front of her face while she licked and sucked it from end to end.

He told her to get her sexy ass up on her knees and face the headboard, which she did instantly because his fiddling between her legs had really made her ready to have sex again. He wasted no time moving in behind me, having her put her knees up on the pillows and pushing her legs open to where he had total access to her.

He did not work his cock into her slow and gentle this time, she felt him rub his fat cock head up and down her slit a few times to lube it up then he plunged his cock into her to its full length in one strong, forceful stroke.



Trapped: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

Then, he rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, sending tinges of sensation all over her body. Again, he cupped her boobs. His hand pressed her back until she was lying on the bed on her back.

His hands kneaded on her breasts and nipples, adding to the sensational effect. Satisfied about how far he had gone, he stood up to remove his own clothing. His cock was already alive and throbbing. She took time to study it. It was a big and virile one. It looked neater and trimmer, compared to those other ones she had experienced with.

He sat on the bed and gestured her to suck his cock, guiding her mouth to his manhood. The taste of his precum was indescribable. The feel of the hard, smooth, pulsing cock in her mouth produced moans from him. He gripped her head and gently bleeped her mouth. At this point, she did ache for him to put his cock in her dripping vagina. It was as if he was reading her mind, for he soon removed his cock from her mouth and spread her legs.

“Hey, I want you to guide this inside you,” he said, barely above a whisper.

Her right hand reached out to grasp his throbbing cock. She put his cock-head right against her vulva and into the waiting hole. The waves of pleasure started lapping over her. His cock thrust back and forth, gently. She remembered her first time of sex with Sunny and could see that this experience was the exact opposite of that one. She felt a growing tingle in the deepest part of her belly as it was building up with every thrust of Enobong’s cock. her body started moving on its own in unison with his action. She folded her legs on his hips. She could feel herself drifting in the cloud of passion.

Some minutes later, she felt his balls press themselves tight against her ass and he moaned in pleasure. He changed strokes and began pulling his cock almost all the way out and then plunging it back inside. This gave her a climax. She gripped his hips and clung unto him as the wave of pleasure swept over her. Now, he started pounding faster. He suddenly stiffened his body, growled and gripped her alike. He had his climax and he released everything inside her. She was on pill, so there was nothing to fear.



Trapped: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

Chapter Seven

Biola was sitting at her desk. Her mind drifted towards the previous evening's events. She had gone home from work to her injured husband Michael. His leg and arm were broken. It was difficult for him to move. Other complications had developed, and kept developing. He was moody, on pain killers, and though he had always been tough to get along with, he was practically unbearable.

He had told her he wanted some sexual attention, pretty bluntly, and, being a good wife, Biola attempted to oblige. Again. Again, it failed. She stroked it, even tried to suck it.. Nothing. Her thoughts had embarrassed her. It looks so small. Even puny. Her disheveled, unshaven husband looked down towards her. He had a forest of pubic hair around his soft, lifeless member. Didn't smell too great either.
“Damn meds” Michael muttered. “Don't worry honey, I'll be taking care of you soon enough.”
She thought back to earlier sexual acts with her husband, It was fun early on I guess....I just, I wonder what Alfred feels like inside........no.......don't think about that. Life will be back to normal soon enough. Do I have any hickeys on my boobs? I don't think so..... “Hey, would you, um, like to play with my boobs maybe?”
“Nah Mick, its not the same. If I can't cum what's the point?”
Alfred loves my boobs. He could play with them all day I'm sure. I orgasm just from him playing with them. He's a pig to force me like he does, but god, at least I get some attention somewhere.
And so, the night had passed. In bed, at last, she was ready for some rest. Hopefully her husband wouldn't.... “hey,” Michael piped up, “Bleep, can you get me some water hon. Its such a pain to get up.”
Up she got, some water she brought back, Michael guzzled it down and lay in bed.
Now he's going to have to get up in the middle of the night to pee, always an ordeal, and...ugh..... “Life will be back to normal soon enough”....what if normal sucks?
It had been an interesting evening. Biola was sitting at her desk. She didn't like being forced to perform for Alfred, but she wasn't looking forward to her life with Michael either.

* * * *
Alfred was waiting for his appointment, today, with Kole and his wife. Naomi? He never could remember her name. He had an idea of what he was hoping would happen, but he was going to have to improvise depending on how the situation unfolded. What he was thinking of was kind of hardcore...but...it probably wasn't going to happen. It was just a fantasy anyway. What was it about himself that made him fantasize about such things? Well, thinking about it made him want to jerk off. Good thing he had Biola so he didn't have to do that anymore.
Biola would have to wait though, they should be here any minute.


* * *

Henrietta sat through class. Rome this, Rome that. This emperor did this, this emperor did that. She heard about the debauchery of Tiberius which caught her attention. Her teacher Rita noticed the class perk up when she mentioned Tiberius' madness.
“Yes, some of these emperors got really perverted at points. Tiberius was said to rape boys, girls, men, women, make them his play thing for a while and then have them cast off the cliffs of his ocean side villa.... Altogether, not a good date (laughter). It seems like many of the emperors descended into sexual perversity, as their power grew. There is a lot of emotional power plays in sexuality, and....well...that's for a different class...anyway....” and she continued.
That's interesting. Maybe I'll read about those guys later...hmm.....I hope Alfred doesn't throw me off a cliff....(she smiled)....raping me wouldn't be terrible though...I wonder if Tiberius was hot?.....
“Alright, that's class for today. Turn in your homework and I'll give you back your midterms....some of you did great, some of you, well, I may have to toss you over a cliff.....(brief nervous laughter amongst the students)....well, maybe not that, but I'll have to talk with some of you later.” Rita said, her eyes very serious with the last point. She also looked straight at Henrietta.
“Ohhh, something tells me your screwed Henrietta.....” a friend told her as they all stood up.
“Um, I am so screwed.”

* * *
Henrietta waited till the others left to minimize her humiliation, and she walked up to Rita.
Rita was an attractive vivacious woman in her late 20s. She had large D cup breasts that every guy in the school masturbated about. She had a large, round ass woman of her ethnic heritage were famous for, and big soft lips. Her eyes were sharp, intelligent, and dark brown. But there was a certain coldness and harshness about her that scared everyone, even other members of the faculty.
“What happened with that midterm Henrietta? It was pretty bad.”
“Well, I've been working a lot, and just a lot of stuff going on at home, and...”
“Yes, I see, okay. Well, you have to do very well on the final, and on all the remaining home works, to even think of passing this class, and this class is required for graduation. This is very serious. Let me see your homework.”




Nothing goes for nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

The second tie, again slowly.

The third.

She shrugged her shoulders and her breasts swayed in the soft slings of her see-through bra cups. The robe parted and she pointed one toe in the model's pose.

I snapped the shutter and then focused for another photo of the tall, leggy figure that was my beautiful 35 year old step Mom. The panties were snug under the pantyhose and the matching bra looked like it was made for the robe whose lace trimmed halves draped over nicely nubile nipples quite visible, quite beautiful.

"Great!" I gasped.

She smiled and strode back to her bedroom, the gossamer robe flowing behind her. I slumped into a chair. The first photo shoot with a beautiful model was a smash, I thought. Personally and as a picture taker, a smash, I thought ruefully, knowing I had made mistakes. But the vision of my step Mom posing in her underwear is one of the prettiest visions that my mind can conjure as I get younger. Delicious.

I went back to her room and knocked on the open door before entering.

"Come" I heard her murmur over a hairpin clenched between her teeth.

"You could go braless, step Mom." I grinned mischievously.

"Eeeeeek!" she laughed. "You really think... ?"

She turned sideways and stared at the mirror. The blouse was frilly and silky. It was a Christmas party. She looked back at me, quizzically.

I nodded my face crimson.

"Turn around."

She took off the blouse and I when I turned back the bra was draped over the vanity. I always liked seeing her bra fresh from her body, still shaped like her breast.

Carefully, she examined the image in the mirror standing first one way then the other and pressing the blouse under the shape of her breasts.

"I don't know, Prince." she said skeptically. "Do I look awful and saggy?"

I shook my head with my eyes wide open staring at her boobs, a silly grin on my face.

"Oh my God, do I have the nerve? And what do you know about going braless, young man?" she giggled at this.

"I hear things." I said glibly.

"I don't want to get raped, you know."

"Oh, step Mom, don't be silly, it's all the rage."

"Okay, Sweetie, if you think I can pull it off ... I'll do it. I'll give those young girls a run for their money."

The door bell rang and I went down to answer it.




Taboo: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/taboo/43472