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Part 0 – Prelude Sarah sat down clumsily onto the couch. She’d only had a drink or two, but her head was spinning, people around her continued to chat and laugh amiably, yet she was struggling to make out the words. Her focus was slipping, and she slumped forward groggily, resting her head in her hands as her vision started to blur. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, a girl with a concerned expression seemed to be asking her something. Sarah dimly remembered meeting her earlier in the party, Jessie or Jessica perhaps. A senior year Med. Student, probably recognized the symptoms. Her words were indistinct, but Jessica seemed to be asking if she needed any help. Nodding gratefully, Sarah leaned on her for support and let herself be led outside, inwardly thanking her for the assistance. If her drink had been spiked God knows what could have happened tonight. The last thing she remembered, as her head swam and vision darkened, was climbing into a cab hoping to sleep it off. A slight shiver of cold woke her up. Her head was pounding, but she seemed to be in bed at least. Someone’s bed. It felt strange and unfamiliar. Still half-asleep, too sluggish to move, nevertheless blinking wearily she forced herself to look around the room, trying to work out where she was. Maybe Jessica hadn’t known which dorm she lived in, so she’d let her crash at her place? The room was dimly lit with only a small pair of windows near the ceiling for ambient light. Perhaps a basement? It was clean though, immaculate even, with a faint chemical smell still lingering in the air. Surprisingly warm too, although there was a slight breeze, probably AC or ventilation. The chilled air occasionally washing over her causing a flurry of goosebumps. Her mind then snapped awake, she was completely naked! Looking around she couldn’t see her clothes, where they in the wash, had she thrown up? Feeling increasingly self-conscious she leaned over to find the covers but met with resistance. Her limbs were tied! Panic rising, Sarah tested her movement but there seemed to be tight restraints around her wrists and ankles, with a further band running just below her breasts. Arms pinned near her sides, she couldn’t even cover herself for modesty. The bed seemed unnatural too. Fairly narrow at waist height, with smooth, white sheets that were slightly slick. Rubber of some sort? She’d clearly been tied a while as her sweat had made the surface slippery and warm. Her mind reeling she thought about calling for help, but then her captors had prepared this room well. She was hesitant to let them know she’d awoken, at least until she’d formed a plan. If she could slip even one hand out she’d stand a much better chance of escaping – or of defending herself… Ignoring the pain, she pulled as hard as she could against the binds, feeling the leather edges dig into her skin. They were soft and padded, even comfortable, but unyielding. Sarah cried out in frustration but then froze. Her voice was amplified by the still quiet of the room – and it hadn’t gone unnoticed. Footsteps from above. Heart racing, she realized she was about to meet her captors. Part 1 – Examination At first, she was relieved when Jessica came down the stairs, but her plea for help caught in her throat as three other girls joined her. Noting her hesitance, Jessica stepped forwards to properly introduce herself. “Good morning Sarah, I hope your head has recovered from last night’s… events”. Her tone was pleasant, but formal. “I think we’d already met briefly, but I’m in medical school and we have upcoming exams. As I’m sure you know, the best way to pass exams is to practice, and what better way to practice than on real human patients. I hope you can understand the need to refine our skills, but then I suppose we didn’t give you much choice in the matter. You can cry for help if you like, but the room is soundproof. I suggest you save your voice, you may need it later.” Sarah didn’t know how to respond. She was scared, of course she was, but also indignant that someone would have the audacity to restrain her, hold her against her will, simply to pass an exam?! Trying to muster a forceful voice, “will you let me the fuck out of here,” she demanded. Her efforts doing nothing for her still-aching head. Sadly the dramatic effect was dampened slightly be the chest restraint holding her firmly in place, and the vulnerability of her position. She was glad though to let anger assuage her nerves, even if momentarily. Jessica however merely smiled, clearly expecting an outburst but paying it no heed. From her confidence, Sarah suspected this wasn’t the first time they’d had live practice subjects. Continuing, Jessica introduced the other members; Ashley, Erica, and Kim. Whereas Jessica had a slightly clinical appearance – light build, pale skin but dark raven hair and steel-blue eyes, Ashley looked a little less conventional. Plump but not heavy, she had tattoos going up her arms and a tinge of colour in her auburn hair suggested it had recently been dyed. As she was introduced, Ashley placed a warm hand on Sarah’s inner thigh, causing her to involuntarily recoil. She suddenly felt very aware of just how exposed she was. Next Erica, European perhaps. She had olive skin with her hair in a tight plait, she wore close-fitting, diminutive clothing to show off an athletic frame, evidently confident in her appearance. Last was Kim, an Asian girl with long dark hair and delicate features. She merely nodded slightly as Jessica mentioned her name, busying herself preparing trays of some sort by the side of the room. With introductions over, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. The four girls ignored Sarah as they stripped down to their underwear, changing into disposable medical attire. Each donned a surgical mask and Sarah started to feel truly afraid. Whereas before the casual clothing belied the jeopardy of her situation, now the girls looked serious. They looked threatening. As Jessica walked back over she met her eyes, but saw no trace of sympathy there. She was a test subject and nothing more. With a last flourish, the girls snapped on tight latex gloves, and moved to surround her. Evidently in charge, Jessica was closest standing immediately to her left. “We’ll be performing a number of procedures today. We’ve all been trained of course, so you should trust that you’re in safe hands. It’ll be easier for everyone if you don’t try to fight or struggle. We wouldn’t want any mishaps. Normally we’d be performing these procedures under anaesthetic, local or general, but sadly as students our resources are more limited. Today, we’ll have Kim acting as your ‘anaesthesiologist’.” With that, Kim moved behind Sarah and climbed up onto the bed, shuffling forwards and lifting Sarah’s head onto her lap. It was almost comfortable, warm, firm thighs supporting her and the rhythmic sound of Kim’s breathing relaxing her slightly. Abruptly though a gloved pair of hands clamped over her mouth and nose, sealing her airways. She tried to fight, but Kim just tightened her grip, cool hands keeping her head pressed down and locked in place. Wrist and ankle restraints holding taught against her efforts. As if to highlight Sarah’s helplessness, Jessica lightly stroked her forehead whilst she struggled, making soft, soothing shushing sounds. “We need silence to work. If you protest or yell we’ll have to put you under for a short while. As we can’t do that chemically, we have to resort to the next best thing – unconsciousness. Understand ?” Jessica then nodded to Kim, who shifted her hands slightly, releasing her obstruction on Sarah’s nose. Chest heaving, Sarah tried to catch her breath as best she could. She wanted desperately to open her mouth, take in huge lungfuls of air, but she remained forcefully gagged by Kim’s gloved hands. It was slowly dawning on her that she had little choice but to endure whatever Jessica and the others had planned. The next 40 minutes were more humiliating than terrifying. Kim kept Sarah firmly muzzled whilst probing hands explored her body, a medical check-up of sorts. Some parts were slightly uncomfortable, Erica performed a stimulus test pushing sharp pins into various areas of her body, to gauge feeling and reaction. Ashley seemed to be enjoying things a little too much, at one point pushing two lubricated fingers deeply into Sarah’s pussy and gleefully watching her evident discomfort. Sarah looked to the others for help as the invasive probing continued, but if they thought it inappropriate they didn’t show it. They just continued with their own examinations. Jessica painfully squeezing and kneading Sarah’s breasts as she claimed to check for lumps. Part 2 – Ashley That ordeal over, Jessica moved back to Sarah’s side as Ashley went off to collect something from a tray. Fearing the worst, she tried to close her legs out of some futile attempt at protection, but the restraints offered no give. Jessica’s assertive voice snapped her back into focus. “We’ve performed an external check, but next we want to conduct some common internal procedures. We’ll first be examining your stomach for any issues with a small camera. It may be a little uncomfortable initially, but compliance will make things go smoothly. As we’ll be working in your mouth you may be tempted to bite us. Do remember that you’re restrained, and we have some very painful implements at our disposal.” Sarah then felt Kim release her grip and so quickly tried to protest, but immediately felt gloved fingers probing her mouth. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but Jessica lightly pinched her nose, rapidly leaving her desperate for breath. Relenting, she gasped in air and without hesitation Kim pushed her fingers inside, one hand holding the roof of her mouth, the other pulling her jaw down painfully. She was trapped and could only watch as Ashley joined her on the bed. She climbed onto Sarah’s chest, her weight pinning her further, relishing the frightened, desperate look in her eyes. Placing one hand on Sarah’s forehead, Ashley then pushed two fingers into her mouth to depress her tongue. They felt slightly wet and with horror Sarah realized she hadn’t changed gloves since the earlier examination – she was tasting herself as she was violated. Thankfully that didn’t last long, but then some kind of tube was pushed into her mouth and against the back of her throat. She felt like she was choking, panicked eyes darted around, but again Jessica just started shushing her and started lightly massaging her neck. Kim’s relentless grip kept her secure but with an aching jaw, and she could only watch with tears in her eyes as her throat convulsed against the intruder. Growing frustrated, Ashley leaned in close until she was inches away, lowering the mask. Like a rabbit in headlights, Sarah froze caught in her gaze. She didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t what happened next. Ashley spat a large drop of saliva directly into her mouth and with revulsion she felt it slowly trickle down towards her throat, eyes wide with shock. That caused her to involuntarily swallow and finally the camera slid down. Immediately, her throat tried to close up again but met with this new foreign object. Gag reflex, flaring, all thought went out of Sarah’s mind as panic truly set in. A slight look of consternation flashed across Jessica’s face, and she glanced at Erica – “go help our patient relax”. Sarah was barely aware when Erica left her side, she was too focused on her struggles, tears now flowing freely. Even in the midst of panic however she couldn’t help but register a pair of fingers softly pushing inside her. Whereas Ashley had been crude and invasive, these felt gentle as they lazily massaged the roof of her pussy. Despite herself, she felt a growing wetness as Erica’s thumb now rested on her clit, applying slight pressure as she stroked. It might have been the adrenaline, but the delicate, measured touches quickly heightened her arousal. She found herself wishing they’d move faster, give her some release, but Erica kept up the same leisurely pace. Sarah suddenly realized Ashley was watching her intently and awareness flooded back. As did the shame and discomfort. She could feel a slight damp patch against the back of her head, where it rested against Kim’s crotch, and felt Ashley’s weight shifting as she unconsciously rocked her hips. They were all getting off on her torture. Glancing over, Jessica seemed to be the only one maintaining composure, but then she noticed her breathing was shallower and one hand was resting inside her pants. Jessica was masturbating watching Sarah struggle. Embarrassment crashed over her but at that moment, Erica finally gave her the relief she’d been craving. She tried to arch her back, but Ashley’s weight kept her pinned, and the tube invading her throat suppressed pleasured cries. Apparently though that was the cue they were waiting for as she then felt the camera being pulled back out, and Kim’s grip relaxed. As she closed her mouth Erica pushed her two gloved fingers inside. “Lick”. Too tired to resist, Sarah cleaned her own juices off the gloves, just grateful for the chance to relax her painful jaw. Enjoying the moment’s respite, despite her captivity, Sarah tried to steady her ragged breathing. Jessica’s hand started stroking her forehead, glove still slightly wet from playing with herself earlier. “I suppose the pretence is up, this isn’t entirely exam prep. They say you should study what you enjoy, well we all really enjoy medical care.” Ashley gave a short laugh at this. “Now I’m afraid the next procedure will require a slightly different position, but we don’t want you trying to escape now – so we’ll have to put you under for a short while. Count backwards from 10 for me…” Confused and still slightly dazed from the previous procedure, Sarah looked quizzically at Jessica, but then Kim’s hands shifted sealing off her airways. Realization struck. Despite her exhaustion she tried to scream, to fight, but as ever the bonds were too strong, and her efforts were futile. Ashley was now brazenly masturbating as she sat on her chest, getting off on her desperation. Chest aching she met Jessica’s eyes, but she just shushed her. “It’ll be over soon.” A flood of wet warmth let her know she’d lost bladder control, but she was past caring. Her vision closed into darkness as she slipped into unconsciousness, praying for this ordeal to end. Part 3 – Erica Sarah woke in darkness, blindfolded, and immediately coughed. Her throat felt raw from its earlier violation. Still naked, it seemed someone had cleaned her down at least. She was now resting on her knees, feet dangling over the end of the bed with restraints around her ankles. Her arms though had been pulled tight so that she was facing down, ass in the air exposed. She didn’t like what that suggested. A rustle behind her caused a sudden jolt. She’d thought she was alone. A sharp bare-handed smack across her ass caused her to cry out, more out of surprise than pain. It continued though, and she felt her skin growing hot and red under the relentless beating. They toyed with her, sometimes a soft stroke would cause her to flinch, other times a slap would leave her burning. Then lips. For a second she enjoyed the soft warmth as a tongue danced across her reddened skin, until teeth started to bite causing Sarah to cry out from pain. Whoever her assaulter was though, they stayed quiet and anonymous. Just slowly working over their helpless victim. This seemed to last an eternity, each bite so forceful Sarah thought it must be drawing blood. She could only sob into her blindfold. However, as it went on the bites slowly shifted to soft kisses. Starting at her feet, a gentle mouth sucked on each toe, tongue circling, then slowly moving up her legs until she felt warm breath against her asshole. She clenched involuntarily as the tongue started to probe, pushing slightly against her ass. At first, she resisted, but her assailant was patient. She just lazily circled before returning to push once more, a little more firmly each time, until Sarah finally yielded. More than that, she started pushing her ass against the women’s face, it felt too good. After the onslaught of pain, a pleasurable touch proved irresistible. The tongue was then replaced by two probing fingers that started stretching her. It initially felt tight, but she slowly relaxed into it as they worked their way inside. Soon joined by a third finger, Sarah realized she was being prepared for something, but at that moment she couldn’t care. She found herself wanting more. Her pussy left untouched was slick with juices as she visibly responded to the touch, wanting her ass stretched and filled circumstances be damned. The fingers retreated causing a moment's disappointment, but then something cold and solid pressed against her. A metal plug? It was notably larger than anything she’d previously experienced but with a slight twinge of shame, she realized she wanted it. Whoever was working her ass had done their job well. The pressure against her asshole increased as it was pushed against her, but finally her ass relented and it slipped inside. It felt incredible as it nestled into her, a reassuring heft asserting its presence and keeping her stretched. With that, the unknown assailant left the room. A few moments later the whole group returned, and the blindfold was lifted. Sarah tried to work out who she’d been left with but whoever it was, they were giving nothing away. Her previous enjoyment shifted to shame, as she felt someone’s gloved finger mockingly run along her soaked pussy. Jessica again moved into view, and Sarah strained her neck to meet her gaze. “For the next procedure, we want to test pain thresholds.” Sarah paled at this. “Normally we’d ask you to simply tell us when your threshold is breached, but I suspect you might yield too soon. As such, we’ll be testing you against an aversive stimulus. Ashley, if you’ll do the honours.” To Sarah’s horror, Kim passed a clear glass bowl to Ashley as she dropped her pants, and then proceeded to fill it with a straw-yellow stream of piss. It was then placed directly in front of her. Jessica barely reacted as this was carried out, remaining as dispassionate as ever. To Sarah’s incredulity, she then asked, “will you drink it?” “ Will I fuck ” was the incredulous reply, but before Sarah could protest further she felt an uncomfortable throb inside her ass. With her usual clinical demeanour, Jessica started to explain… “The plug in your ass is wired up electrically. Erica here will be controlling the strength. Don’t worry, however it may feel it won’t be doing permanent damage, but I assure you that it won’t be enjoyable. We’ll be slowly ramping up the intensity as we go along, but there’s an easy way to stop it. Drink the contents of that bowl. As soon as you do so, we’ll know your threshold has been reached and the procedure will stop. Understand ?” Before Sarah could reply the stimulation started. She couldn’t believe she’d welcomed this plug earlier as it started to grow warm, throbbing inside her. A sudden impulse caused her ass to cramp painfully around the plug, which now felt impossibly large. A few seconds later another impulse, then another. As they slowly become more frequent, the plug seemed to be getting hotter, burning even. Desperately she tried clenching or relaxing muscles, trying to force it out, but it remained resolutely embedded inside her ass. Looking around, she realized they were barely paying attention. Erica was tweaking dials and jotting down measurements. Jessica flicking through a paper of some sort whilst Ashley played with her phone. Only Kim watched her, but if she felt any sympathy it wasn’t showing in her eyes. The intensity was relentless now. It had blurred into a rhythmic sensation as if she was being pounded in the ass by some inhuman machine. Tears dripping down her face once more, she took a tentative sip of the pale liquid. Immediately, the intensity dropped. Still agonizing, but even that small moment of relief was palpable. As the sensations started to resume, Sarah steeled herself and began drinking from the bowl. It was still warm, and the smell was off-putting, but it didn’t taste as bad as she feared. Drinking with increasing eagerness as the stimulation slowed, she was almost lapping it up by the time it stopped entirely. Just wanting it to be over. As Erica pulled the plug out, Sarah was astounded at how… normal her ass felt. A little stretched, but a few moments earlier she could have sworn it was roasting. It made the previous sensations feel unreal, had they really been so bad? Sarah now looked at the empty bowl with revulsion, appalled at what she’d done. Sensing her distaste, Ashley wandered over and started stroking her back, telling her what a good girl she was. It should have been humiliating, but she welcomed the touch. Craved it. It felt strangely reassuring, comforting even after the cold indifference they’d all previously shown. However, before she could relax Kim stepped forward and placed a firm hand on the back of her head, the other over her mouth. This procedure was over, time for the next one. This time Sarah didn’t even have the strength to struggle. Her chest strained for breath, she couldn’t help that, but she just tried to focus on the soft stroking across her back. It didn’t seem to help much, but mercifully she soon found herself growing faint as unconsciousness beckoned once more. Part 4 – Kim This time, it was a delicate touch that roused Sarah to awareness. She found herself tied spread-eagle, limbs taught and already feeling a little strained. Feeling a soft kiss just above her elbow, she craned her neck to look up and realized she was alone with Kim. Noticing the movement, the slim Asian girl moved back to Sarah’s side. Her medical garbs were discarded on the floor, and she now only wore a matching pair of light pink cotton underwear, almost innocent in appearance, although the latex gloves remained. A subtle damp spot between Kim’s legs suggested she’d been enjoying Sarah’s predicament a little more than her quiet disposition let on – this was definitely not just ‘exam prep’! Placing a cool hand on Sarah’s forehead, she pushed gently holding her head down, using the other, she quickly placed some kind of mask over Sarah’s mouth and secured it tightly. At first quizzical, Sarah was about to ask what the hell she was doing, but her breath caught in her throat. Starting to hyperventilate, she noticed the mask was connected to some kind of tube and breathing bag. Try as she might, she could only draw a narrow stream of air. Her heart rate increased rapidly, exploding in her chest, she looked desperately to Kim, but she remained a silent observer. She’d placed her hand lightly on Sarah’s chest, apparently monitoring her heartbeat as Sarah strained for air. Realizing there would be no respite, Sarah frantically tried to control her breathing, fighting the most basic of survival instincts. Slowly it steadied, the panic subsided and relief washed over her as she found a rhythmic pace. Each breath a little less than she’d like, but sufficient at least to keep her from asphyxiating. Apparently satisfied, Kim resumed her soft kisses. Starting at Sarah’s wrists, she slowly worked down her body. Each time, her lips rested gently for a moment, there was perhaps a soft fluttering tongue or slight nibble, but never to the point of pain, and then she moved on. The slight wetness where her mouth had lingered felt cool against the air, leaving traces across Sarah’s body. It was if territory was being marked, she was a treat for Kim to sample and enjoy. As the kisses went lower, Sarah found herself yearning for that warm mouth to meet her aching pussy. Despite herself, she tried pushing her body, her hips towards Kim’s lingering lips, but each time Kim deftly avoided the temptation, instead savouring the warmth of Sarah’s inner thighs. Skirting but never meeting the one area Sarah craved most. Her breathing growing heavier, Sarah noticed waves of lightheadedness as the breathing tube fought her laboured breaths. A quick glance from Kim suggested this was the desired effect. A final, taunting kiss directly over Sarah’s clit caused a burst of pleasure, but that fleeting touch was not enough. A grunt of disappointment conveyed Sarah’s frustration. She felt betrayed by her body, it’s need for that release, but craved it nonetheless. As Sarah regulated her breathing, trying to ignore the yearning below, she caught Kim donning her surgical mask once more. A nervous shudder washed over her. Kim returned with something that glinted in the limited light, something sharp. Sarah watched with mounting horror as Kim’s delicate gloved fingers started massaging her breasts, her nipples, until they responded growing firm. She tried to recoil, to pull her body away in direct contrast to earlier movements, but the bonds remained tight. Leaning in, Kim pushed a thick-gauge needle directly through Sarah’s exposed nipple. She moved slowly, deliberately, as if to savour the sensations it elicited. In response, Sarah tried to draw in a sharp-intake of breath, but was met with the usual resistance. Coherent thoughts escaped her, and she could only clench her eyes shut as if to block out the pain. After the needle penetrated, Kim quickly inserted a ring into Sarah’s raw, exquisitely sensitive nipple. A quick tug yielded a pained response, the expected reaction, so Kim moved over to the other nipple. Despite knowing what to expect, the pain was just as exquisite as it was the first time. Sarah caught no sympathy in Kim’s eyes though, just a look of intense concentration. Her sole focus this white-hot moment of pain. Once both rings were in Kim could no longer restrain herself. She left Sarah to her quiet suffering and quickly pushed gloved fingers inside her own soaked pussy, masturbating furiously. She climaxed in a matter of moments. Then indelicately wiping off her wet gloved hand on Sarah’s stomach, she finally removed the breathing apparatus, so Sarah could regain a brief moment of composure. Moving off to the side, Kim swapped over her gloves and put the medical attire back on, restoring an air of professionalism. She then started collecting something from one of the trays. Between ragged breaths, Sarah heard the light clinking of something metal. This might not be over. At that moment, whether timed or coincidental, the others returned. Ashley caught the glistening damp sheen on Sarah’s pussy and smirked slightly. If Jessica noticed though, she paid it no attention. “Good you’re awake. Kim here needed to practice needle insertion, although it seems as though she may have started in our absence. I hope you found it enjoyable as there’s plenty more to come. You don’t need to be awake for this, but it’ll be more entertaining if you are.” Sarah nervously glanced across and saw Kim still silently sorting something, presumably needles. “We won’t be drawing blood, deliberately at least, so you don’t have to worry about that, but it can be a little painful.” With a light flick on one of Sarah’s new nipple rings, Jessica continued – “well, I suppose you’ve just found that out. As Kim was supposed to be our anaesthesiologist today, Erica has kindly volunteered to step in while she’s working. She hasn’t had the opportunity to enjoy herself yet.” Taking her cue, Erica walked over and Sarah started breathing in deeply, expecting the worst. However, it seemed Erica had a different idea for keeping her quiet. Dropping her pants, she hopped onto the table and quickly locked Sarah’s head between her athletic thighs. Sarah’s surprised expression was almost comical, she suddenly found her mouth pressed deeply into Erica’s pussy. This was not standard medical practice! Breathing was difficult though she could just about get air in through her nose, but that forced her to inhale the warm musk of Erica’s arousal. She was almost thankful for her earlier practice with the breathing tube; the thought of smothering underneath someone’s pussy left her aghast. A sudden sharp stab in her arm suggested Kim had resumed her task, inserting another needle, but Sarah’s cry of pain was lost, reverberating into Erica’s pussy. Erica in turn clearly relished the feeling as she tightened her thighs, grabbed the back of Sarah’s head and started grinding roughly, spreading her juices over Sarah’s mouth and nose. At first the friction was painful, with slight stubble from Erica’s shaved pussy irritating her face. Each jab though caused another cry, and another burst of arousal, and soon her face was well lubricated. It was humiliating, but she had no choice but to endure. As Erica reached climax, she bent forwards accidentally cutting off Sarah’s air. A warm squirt of liquid suddenly filled her mouth and she found herself choking as Erica rode out her orgasm. Even the sharp pangs of pain couldn’t distract her from the distress. Thankfully, as Erica’s waves of pleasure subsided she stepped off, and cool air hit Sarah’s face as she took deep, gasping breaths. Her relief was short-lived, however, as Ashley walked over next. At first Sarah was confused when Ashley removed her mask, and cowered slightly as she leaned in close, her face inches away. Then she started licking. Tongue exploring freely, Ashley shamelessly cleaned up the juices Erica had left smeared over Sarah’s face. It seemed as though she was deliberately trying to cause discomfort; Sarah had to quickly shut her eyes as Ashley’s tongue probed indiscriminately over her eyelids. It felt violating, objectifying. If she tried to look away, Ashley wordlessly grabbed her head to keep her in place without pausing her efforts. For the finale, she gently traced Sarah’s outer ear and briefly probed inside, returning with a quick nibble on her earlobe. Job complete, Ashley then climbed up onto the table as Erica had done, this time though sitting facing forwards. Sarah found her vision obstructed by Ashley’s expectant ass. With horror, it dawned on her who had been working her earlier, and what might be required next. Sure enough, Ashley simply said, “you know what to do” as she relaxed her stance, crushing Sarah’s face between her cheeks, resting her asshole against Sarah’s mouth. Initially, Sarah tried to refuse, but in response Ashley gave her newfound nipple rings a playful tug. The pain was intense. Hesitantly then, she started running her tongue around Ashley’s rim. She could taste her sweat as she licked but apparently even this wasn’t enough, Ashley pulled harder on the rings and paling, Sarah worried they might even rip out. Reluctantly, she pushed her tongue into Ashley’s asshole itself. Immediately, the pain subsided; Ashley was right, she knew what she had to do. Sarah had never rimmed anyone before, let alone a woman, she found Ashley’s asshole surprisingly firm and her tongue quickly grew tired. Ashley though gave her no choice. The slightest pause and the tug on her nipples resumed, and with it, the agony. All the while, she could feel Kim working mercilessly over her body, each time a soft pair of fingers would delicately push down followed by eye-watering pain. She’d grown to resent Kim’s cool touch. Sarah’s protests though were of course muffled by the warm ass enveloping her face. This went on for a great deal longer than Sarah anticipated as Ashley wasn’t trying to get off, she was just enjoying the sensations. It wasn’t until Kim had pierced every limb of her body, in multiple, painfully inventive ways, that the torment ended. Then Ashley reluctantly climbed off, letting Sarah gasp in the cool, fresh air as she recovered. Sadly though, there was one last ordeal to go. Part 5 – Jessica Kim discarded her gloves, now flecked with faint traces of blood from the piercings, and took her place on the bed as before – nestling right up to Sarah’s head, so it could rest in her lap. Sarah noticed Kim’s face was slightly flushed – she definitely enjoyed that particular role. Taking a deep breath in anticipation, Sarah tensed, but for now Kim’s hands just covered her mouth leaving her free to breathe. Her soft skin almost felt nice in comparison to the gloves, warm but a little damp from perspiration. She was muffled all the same though. Warily, Sarah watched as this time Jessica climbed onto the bed, sitting just below her stomach. “One last procedure, and then it’s all over. You’ve been such a good patient. Now unlike the other girls, I’m hoping for a surgical residency, so unfortunately for you, I really must practice my stitching. Perhaps it’ll make for a nice little memento for you though.” With that, Ashley and Erica both came forwards and pressed their hands down on Sarah’s shoulders. She could barely move before, but now she was virtually immobile. Kim tightened her grip almost painfully, Sarah was going nowhere. They clearly knew what was about to happen, and that it would be unpleasant. Sarah could only watch with frightened eyes as Jessica threaded some kind of needle. Then she held it right up to her face, in front of her eyes. For a second, Sarah even contemplated that she was about to be blinded, but thankfully it was simply an intimidation tactic. It worked though. She tensed as Jessica trailed the sharp point of the needle back down her skin, leaving a faint red line in response. Done toying with her, Jessica gently brushed some invisible specs off Sarah’s stomach, the warm gloved thumb eliciting a slight flinch. She tightened her thighs around Sarah’s waist as if about to ride some squirming beast. Then she pushed the needle into Sarah’s skin. The reaction was immediate. Kim’s needles had been bad, but they were infrequent and sharp, intended to pierce. This one was thicker, intended to sew. It moved in a relentless pattern across the sensitive skin on her stomach. Darting eyes met Ashley and Erica, but they just pushed down harder on her shoulders, painfully now, the unnatural posture straining her muscles. She looked up at Kim who’s soft, slender hands were gagging her pained cries, but in response Kim just brushed her thumb lightly across Sarah’s nose – as if in warning that her air supply was not guaranteed. Last, she dared glance at Jessica, whose brow was furrowed in intense concentration. The ‘medical procedures’ she’d been subjected to previously were questionable at best, but this task at least was being taken seriously. A source of little comfort for Sarah who could only respond in muffled pained whimpers. The stitching was immaculate, with just millimetres between each insertion. That made for a lot of insertions. Occasionally a frown would cross Jessica’s face, and she’d stop to unpick a loop or two, either oblivious to the discomfort this caused, or indifferent to it. The process seemed to take hours, with constant jabbing pains as the needle weaved in an out, leaving a trail of black surgical thread in its wake. Each tight dark coil contrasted brilliantly against Sarah’s pale skin, flanked by hints of red irritation. Eventually though, she finished, and ran a playful finger along the newly traced message emblazoned across Sarah’s inflamed stomach. ‘Patient #027’. A nonde*********** ID to mark her out as just one more victim. Looking satisfied with her work, Jessica climbed forwards letting her full weight rest on Sarah’s body, the shifting pressure causing the stitching to ache painfully and her recently acquired nipple rings to throb. Now the worst was over, Ashley and Erica released their holds and Sarah’s shoulders cried in relief. Instinctively she tried to draw in and stretch, but the remaining restraints had little give. As if to help though, the girls started gently massaging her arms, with controlled, practised movements. Kim lowered her hands from Sarah’s mouth allowing her to finally breathe freely. Such a small glimpse of freedom now felt divine. It was a strange moment. Sarah averted her eyes from Jessica’s gaze, who was watching her intently, mask now discarded. Pinned under Jessica’s slight weight, she couldn’t help but feel the steady movements of her breathing, and unconsciously found herself matching it. As tension left, the exhaustion finally hit her, and she let her muscles relax. Her head sank slightly into Kim’s lap, and she yielded to the warmth and comfort it offered. Her fight was gone. Sensing this, Jessica leaned in for a deep kiss and Sarah knew better than to resist. Couldn’t resist. She caught faint traces of a pleasant perfume underneath the dominant tones of antiseptic and latex. At first, she just endured it, she’d never been into women, but as it went on her distaste weakened. The warmth of Jessica’s breath, her soft lips, tongue tentatively exploring her mouth… the sensations overwhelmed her. Closing her eyes, she relented. Her tongue sought out Jessica’s and danced with it, tasting her, submitting to her. She could feel Jessica’s hips pressing into her as she gave in to arousal and for the first time Sarah wanted to respond to the advances. Her head was swimming, perhaps simply endorphins from the pain, but in that brief moment she would have given up everything. And then it was over. Jessica pulled back smiling faintly, leaving a faint string of saliva clinging between them. Sarah found herself licking her lips unconsciously, as if searching for her taste. As the room drifted back into focus, Erica passed a drink over and Jessica pressed it lightly to Sarah’s lips. Unthinking, she swallowed it down. Whatever was in it, it worked quickly – in a few minutes she felt herself growing heavy, drowsy. There was a brief moment of panic as she wondered what she’d just taken, but it melted as Jessica started stroking her head. Her gaze now softer compared to the cold, clinical demeanour she’d presented previously. As Sarah drifted off, she heard an affectionate “goodnight sweetie” from Jessica, as gentle sponges started cleaning her down. It was over. Part 6 – Epilogue Waking up a few hours later, this time in warmth, in her own bed, she almost wondered if it had all been some surreal dream. A sharp twinge from the stitching below reminded her of the sordid truth. Looking across to her monitor she flushed as a looping cropped video apparently showed her straining eagerly to eat out Ashley’s ass, a note pinned underneath: “ I do hate to do this but as I’m sure you’ll think of going to the police about this incident, we have multiple copies of the video now playing and will happily send them to friends and family. The choice is yours. The stitching will dissolve in a few days, but I hope you enjoy it until then. A memento from our fateful encounter. You were a delightful patient to work with – please get in touch if you’d like to volunteer for any future procedures xx ” Sarah shivered, conflicted. Rubbing her wrists where the restraints had held she coiled up. As she tried to drift into a restless sleep her thoughts couldn’t help but linger on that last, sensuous kiss.
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PLEASE NOTE: This is a complete work of fiction. The author does not take responsibility for any similarities in reality relating to this story at all. Onyx Blessing Chapter 1 I was walking about downtown one day when I came across this odd store. It had scented candles, incense, masks, clay figures, earrings, and so on. The floor was like an old hut. Planks of wood laid across, with matching wooden shelves. As I browsed through the the various oddities, I noticed this necklace. It was a polished onyx rock with a hole drilled through the top, and a black leather strand going though it. I knew I wanted it. I took it up to the register, and paid only ten dollars for it. She looked at me as she placed it in the bag, “I’m sure you’ll find this amusing,” then placed the receipt in the paper bag and handed it to me. Being a 13 year old boy, I threw on the necklace, and tossed the bag. I started to walk home getting closer to the local high school. A good short cut to make the trip shorter. I was walking through the small forest that led up to the school from the back. While I was on my trot I seen these two girls, probably seniors in high school looking hot as hell, sharing a joint. They both looked to be about 16 or 17 years old. One being blonde and the other, brunette. The blonde girl had long wavy hair, was about 5’6”, wearing a dark green baby t-shirt that was tight, showing off her C-cup breasts, and a white mini-skirt putting her gorgeous legs on display. The brunette girl had medium length straight hair, about 5’7”, dressed in a dark purple tank top that made her B-cups shine, and short enough to put the bottom of her tight belly on exhibit. She also wore a black mini-skirt, similar to the blonde but had more of a tan. I began thinking how beautiful they were and how sweet it would be if they seduced me, and smoked my cock after they were done their joint. Just then the blonde waved me over. I finally made it there, when they began the introductions. “Hi I’m Megan, and my friend here is Jessica,” the blonde spoke as she extended her hand, which was nicely manicured. I began shaking her hand, then Jessica’s, “I’m Randy, what are you two doing all the way out here?” “Oh we just were blowing on a joint and hoping to find a random cute guy to blow on instead,” Jessica shot in. We all laughed while both girls placed a hand on my shoulders, then I thought maybe these girls are for real. Maybe they are going to actually suck on my cock. Megan continued on, “So how about it? Are you going to let these two sexy sweethearts treat that cock of yours like a tootsie pop, or are we going to have to force it out of you?” As she was speaking the both of them were rubbing my shoulders, back, and when Megan was done asking, Jessica squeezed my ass and asked, “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to find how many licks it takes to get to the center?” After that statement is wasn’t like I really had a choice anymore. Jessica was undoing my fly, and Megan swooped in right after reaching for my cock. It didn’t take her long to find it either as I immediately thought about being large enough for these sex kittens. When she completed her mission and exposed my shaft, both their mouths gaped in awe. I must have hung at least six and a half inches soft. “This is bigger than any I’ve seen, and I mean bigger,” Megan barely managed to get out. Then Jessica finally added, “It’s beautiful! I absolutely have to taste it!” and in no time my cock was rising while both beauties started to kiss and lick on their new toy. I must of stretched out to 10 inches by this point hitting full mast. The girls seemed enthralled with my size. Suddenly they started gliding their open sucking lips together up and down the full length they so earnestly worked for. Looking me in the eye the whole time. Then they blew my mind when Megan’s lips moved to the tip of my head moving her head back and forth taking more and more of my fuckstick with each bob. At the same time Jessica sat beneath me and began licking and sucking on my balls. She wasn’t shy to take them both in her mouth at the same time either. This was all so much for me, considering I’ve only slept with one girl three times now, that I erupted a massive load unto her awaiting mouth. While all this was happening I was bravely thinking, “best thing you ever tasted isn’t it?” I think Megan came with my full load in her mouth. Moaning and humming licking up anything that might of escaped her lips. She immediately, and almost breathlessly spoke to Jessica, “You have to taste this. Milk his juice into your mouth Jess. It is the best thing you’ll ever try. But let me clean up my mess first.” And with that Megan began taking all of me into her mouth cleaning off any cum left behind while pulling me back to my stiff disposition. Jessica released my balls from her oral prison and positioned herself on her knees right in front of me. All the while, Megan resumed what Jessica continued to do while Megan was taking all my glory. “I am so going to enjoy this,” Jessica let out as she lurched at my cock with her hungry lips. Jessica was more eager than Megan. She had taken much more of me into her mouth than her friend in much less time. Viscously pistoning her head along my cock and wiggling her tongue when possible. Relentlessly feeding toward her main goal, and with that she was rewarded. I shot an equally large load into her mouth as well. Jessica’s reaction, not too different from Megan’s, licking for every drop that may have escaped while what seemed like an orgasm. Both girls rose up, running their hands on my sides as they did. “My god Megan! You were right. That did taste great.” The two then got themselves in order, “Well I hope we see you around again. Who knows how many times a day I could drink from that,” jutted out Megan. “I second that,” then Jessica went to her purse and pulled out and pen and paper and started writing. She handed me the paper. I looked down and saw two phone numbers. She wrote down both their numbers. “Don’t worry I didn’t forget about you,” she glanced at Megan then back to me, “gives us a call whenever you think that beast could use a good taming.” And they both began to walk away swaying their hips so seductively. Alright, now that was weird I thought to myself. I just thought about those two sucking on stick from the one they were smoking and it happened. I though about them thinking my cum was the best thing they ever tasted and it happened. This was odd. There was no way that could be coincidence. No such a thing could happen to me normally. At this point I needed further research.... More to come if you enjoy, and some feedback would be nice. You can email me.
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For me this is not so much a story as it is a memoire of events that have, are, and will continue to take place as long as im alive. Well I suppose an introduction is in order. My name is Richard and my story starts many years ago when I was just 10 years old. The child of two soldiers i never spent more than a year in any givin location. friends were sparse and i learned to make do on my own. I was the kid no one saw. You know the one. not a geek, not a jock, no sect to be catagorized in just a boy. at the time I was 5'9 (tall for my age) and 110 lbs. (yes pretty thin) blonde hair and blue eyes. eyes so blue you'd swear they mirrord the open waters of the ocean. calm yet fierce. and that was and still is my personality. in fact i live my life by these morals. Protect those who cannot protect themselves. and strive to live in love and peace. But as a human i fail (and frequently i might add) which is how these memoires come into play. I dont know how the "power" came to be. but i have an idea. My father always had a way with women. he could never explain it. either to me or himself (at least that is what he says) but i believe its genetic. I never wanted to be my father. but thats for later. for now let me just stick to the introduction. we can always follow that rabbit trail later. There i sat in class one morning. the smell of instatutionalsm burning a hole in my mind. I sat looking about the classroom deep in thoughts that carried me far away from the desk i was currently occupying. I was a brilliant kid. I wont say genius. modesy wont allow it. but i never recieved less than an a even though i skipped more days out of a year than i attended just out of boredom. I love the pursuit of knowledge but school was so slow. so there i sat lost in my own mind. when out of nowhere came the noise. "RICHARD!!!! Pay attention. Do you really think you will pass just staring off into space? Perhaps you believe that you should be teaching this class?" I looked up quickly to see my teacher Miss Morris along with the entire class staring at me. what was i to say? it had to be witty the embarrasment of being called out was to great for me. i always hated the eyes of the world upon me and this wasnt helping matters any. "well if you insist then i guess these kids deserve to hear the lesson from someone who actually knows the material" i quickly replied. the classroom abruptly gasped. i knew i had overstepped the line but if she wanted to give me attention then i certainly wasnt going to use it blushing. "you think your so smart dont you Richard. well then why dont you make yourself comfortable down at the administrator's office. ill be sure to let her know that your coming for an interview and not a referral this time." the class looked to me some wanting a smart retort to keep the charade going. (apparently i wasnt the only bored one) others cursing me for slowing down the learning process (damn nerds) but all focused on me (damn i hate attention). "finally a change in scenery then". i replied as i gathered up my materials and headed for the door." I'll be sure to give my regards to the staff when i see them for you miss morris. " not as good as i could've done but effective as some of the kids snickered to themselves as i showed myself out the door. I remember leaving and instead of going to the office i decided instead to skip class and hit the library (mostly because i knew my next trip to the office would cost me three days suspesion and as much as i would enjoy that vacation i didnt want to be grounded over the weekend). there i sat alone in the library my thoughts trailing off into nothingness again when i began to ponder the idea of control not so much over other people as over oneself. could it be done. could i train myself, my body, my mind to control the thoughts and desires over my own mind? I began to reasone that if i could accomplish this then the next step would be finding a way to transfer (if you will) these thougths to another person thus controlling not there body but there very thought patterns. "fiction" i thought to myself as i tried to stiffle a laugh. "something only crazy people try to persue. why would i want to control another? there could never be true love in that". none the less the curse got to me. (sidenote: curse- a family curse it affects all offspring of my father. wherein all his seed are unexplainably drawn to, and desire sex. worse than any addiction this very act drives us from the moment we know what it is. ) there across the room sat a beautiful woman. Miss Clark, our school librarian. She was not a supermodel but to me her features were to die for. long black hair. green eyes. a tall woman standing 5'10 weighing, i would guess 140 lbs. pouty lips and slender lips. one word stunning. I had known her for awhile as this wasnt close to my first time in the library. oh the 30 year old beauty made my heart jump. i remember thinking "if there was ever a time to ""test"" your theory this would make one hell of a prize. but how, how would i do it? what should i think about? what should i try to project to her?" i decided on an approach. i closed my eyes and concentrated. i tried to envision the room, as it was, in my mind. the tables, chairs, and books. all in detail. it was extreamly difficult giving me a headache just trying to visualize every detail but it finally was finished. i held the picture in my mind and began to focus. focus myself on leaving my body. on moving over the space to the desk of our librarian. there she was engulfed in the same book shed been reading since my last visit here. now to get into her mind. invision myself in her thoughts. in her memories. in here subconcoius. and then i recieved a shock! a voice.....a distant faint voice... what was it saying? i couldnt make it out.....concentrate. concentrate harder...... there it is . its ...its her!!! its her.... she's reading the book to herself.. that must be it! im hearing the sound of her voice reading the book in her head!! it was as if i was reading the book over her shoulder!!! but how? this cant be happening!! and like that it was gone. i opened my eyes to see her still reading oblivious to my condition sweating, panting in my chair. what the hell just happened i thought to myself... thats not possible!!!! thats not fucking possible!! my own mind was struggling to review and sort the information it had just witnessed. by all accounts this is fiction. reading thoughts is not possible. i am imagining things this is not real. but another voice spoke up in my head. "oh its very true. you were in her mind. try again. you can do it. you can do more if you wish" i started shaking even more afraid of not the action but the consequences of the possibilities that lay before me if that second voice was true. i searched for a reason and found none. i was mesmorized by the sight of this woman. though i had never been with a woman if i could i wanted to. for the time the conseguences vanished and lust took over.. i did want her. i wanted to use her all i could. thats all that mattered. besides i reasoned i need to make sure that voice was telling the truth. excited by the new possibilty i closed my eyes again. concentrating. harder .....harder... there it was. the vision just as i left it..her alone deep in her book....there her voice transmitting the words she read to her brain. "now what" i thought to myself. again the voice showed up. "tell her she wants. tell her what she needs. make her concious your playground. just give the commands. the desires of your heart." ok. i thought to myself as i decided to imprint my desires into her head..... being a novice i had no idea exactly what to say. so i kept the suggestions simple.."the young man across the room from you is making you horny. there would be nothing that would make you happier than pleasing him. go to him. find out what he wants. do all he desires" with that i opened my eyes only to notice her still deep in her book. with a sigh i resigned that yes i was temporarily going insane and no i couldnt control others. but i couldnt help but admire the eye candy as i sat there alone. and thats when it dawned on me. she was no longer engrossed in her book. she was eyeing my weirdly. as i looked back at her. i watches as she left her seat and came right over to me. i fidgeted in my seat. my mind raced one half thought i was caught skipping the other that my suggestions worked. if my heart had beat any faster it would have exploded in anticipation. when she reached my seat she was calm and pollite. a sweet smile coming from her luscious lips. "hi. may i sit next to you?" "what?" i responded not exactly sure what to do. "may i sit? i was watching you from my desk and i thought i needed to come over and talk to you." she was blushing now which really threw me through aloop. "sure i guess, what did you want to talk to me about?" "well to be honest its actually kinda weird. i just thought to myself ..there is the cutest boy ive ever seen and i just need to meet him. so what is your name?" i managed to stutter out Richard and sat quietly waiting to see what the hell would happen next i was dazed and my world spinning at the events unfolding right in front of me. "well richard come with me i have something to show you seeing as how you love to read." why did she think that i thought to myself as she lead me to the back office where all the supplies were kept. when we got back there she sat up on a desk and looked me square in the eye. "Richard how old are you?" "ten ma'am" feeling somewhat polite in my dazed state. "and what do you think of women?' she asked. "i think there weird. except for you i think your beautiful. if you dont mind me saying. but why do you ask?" she payed no attention to my question and simply said "you think im beautiful? what about me makes you think that?" this was it. if i was right then i was going to get whatever i wanted here and now. should i go for it? HELL YES I SHOULD. i would be out of my mind not to. "well your lips for one. they're so full. so vibrant. and your body. its one that belongs only to the greek goddesses ive read about" "you sure do know how to make a woman blush, Richard. tell me, have you ever kissed a woman before?" "no ma'am" i replied. with that she hopped off the desk and stood in front of me face to face. closing her eyes she leaaned in. my eyes shut as our lips met. her tongue slowly carressed my lips teasing them to open to her touch. i accepted and soon we were locked in a warm embrace our tongue circling each others ignighting in passion as the tips met. as the kiss broke she stood back admiring me and asked "what else about me pleases you?" i was going for broke if this wasnt real i was going to find out real quick because i had to have every part of this woman. "well to be completely honest. i am infatuated with the idea of seeing you completely naked." she smiled as she slowly started to undress. her blouse the first item to hit the floor soon followed by her bra. her tits were amazing. i knew nothing of sizes at the time. but from my knowledge now i would have to say 36d a perfect size the areolas a tan color and the nipples the size of pencil erasers. my cock was already standing on end. i didnt know what to do. i gazed in a trance as this beautiful woman continued to strip taking off her skirt and finally her panties. there in front of me was heaven. the form of a godess here for my taking. her pussy was neatly shaven no bumps no hair. the two folds swollen and moist. i couldnt help but stare as this was the first "live" naked woman i had ever seen. i knew she recognized this and was already prepared. "do you like what you see?' she asked with a broad smile on her face." i didnt speak knowing full well i was in control that this was my day i just walked up to her and dropped to my kness in front of this godess among women. there i inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her womanhood. guiding her back up against the table i used to hands to open the flesh between her legs. i brought my tongue in for my first taste of a woman. her juices were so sweet. my tongue worked to gather it all up. i wanted all of it and i wanted it then. she squirmed on the desk letting out a series of moans shaking as i lapped up everything her pussy would give me. i explored all of her using my tongue everywhere i wanted to know what made a woman gasp..what would make her cum. what would leave her speechless and begging for more. i knew i had used suggestion to get this far but i didnt want to just use that. i want feeling emotion. thats when i discovered the clit. she jumped as my tongue made first contact and her first orgasm wasnt far aff as i practiced the motions for what would make her squirm and moan the most. a rush of fluid came over my face as she was sent into a series of orgasms. i couldnt get it all and had a good amount running down my chin as she pulled me back up to her. "ive never come that hard in my life"she said in a pant. " now its my turn" with that she tore my clothes off leaving me naked in front of her. dropping to her kness she engulfed my whole cock in her mouth and looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes almost as if pleading for me to give her the same token of gratitude she had given me. as i tilted my head back i lost myself in the pleasure she was bringing me. feelings i never had before swept over my body and my cock grew even harder as i could feel a build up of pressure in my balls. "oh your making me feel weird miss clark. i feel like im going to explode!" she stopped only for a moment to look up at me and with the eyes of a needy girl and said " oh yes. please. i need it. i need you to explode. please give it to me." and with that she went back to sucking on me even harder than she had. my eyes rolled to the back of my head that i felt the warmth inside me. instinctivly i pulled her head to my stomach forcing my cock to the back of her throat. she let out a moan obviously enjoying me taking control. the vibrations from her mouth sent me over the edge and i shot my cum right down her throat. she moaned as my seamen found its way to her tummy. she moaned and licked like a hungry dog at my shaft desperatly trying to get all she could. finding no cum left she looked up to me from her knees and said "please, more" i was speechless. i grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet for just a moment as i laid her back onto the desk behind her. she spread her legs to give me a fuller view of her pussy. my mouth drooled at the idea of eating her again. but she wanted something else. as my cock had not even gone down since my orgasmn she pulled me to her guiding my cock her her entrance. i could feel the heat from her hole as my dick slide up and down her slit obsorbing her wetness. her juices had already begun running down her legs as she grabbed my manhood and slowly guided it into her. the feeling was surreal a warm, wet, velvet feeling filled my brain as i sank deeper and deeper into her. she let out a gasp as i came to the ending of her hole. either i was much bigger than others or she was a virgin i thought. for i still had more to give. but i relented and started to pull back out. bliss was all i felt as i picked up a steady rythme. she bucked and screamed and clawed at me as i brought her to orgasm after orgasm. throwing her hips at my cock desiring more and more of me her words rang in my ears and i fuck this woman for all she was worth. "please richard, fuck me, fuuuuucccckkkkkk meeeeeeeee!!!!!! i need this. God do i need this. make me come again. please fuck me as hard as you want. Her mouth was wide open her lips glistening with water. her eyes tightly shut as she grapsed for a concept of reality as this boy fucked her like she had never been fucked before. her tits bounced and her pussy pulsated tightening around me like a fist milking me for everything i had. the warmth, the wetness it was all too much. "im about to explode again" i yelled. "yes cum for me!!!! COME INSIDE ME. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!. i want to feel it. feel it rush through my pussy. please Richard come inside me. here words filled me with lust my cock could no longer hold out as i released all of me into her. filling her womb with my seed. i pulled out of her unsure of what to do now. but she didnt miss a beat. leaping up she dropped back down in front of me going to work at cleaning my dick with her mouth. the moaning she made from the apparent pleasure this was bring her was making me feel like i was going to cum again. my cock grew ultasensitive and i had to pull her back. she was like a mad woman trying to suck the life right out of my cock. sitting back she smiled at me as i struggled to get dressed realizing we could get caught if we didnt clean up soon. when i finished dressing she still sat naked in front of me as if in the hope i wouuld unzip one more time to give her her oral fix. but i had nothing left to give at least i didnt think i did. instead i asked if perhaps she thought she should also get dressed and suggested that maybe i could come by her place sometime where we would have a little more time and space to "play" she was all for it and quickly wrote down her information after she had finished dressing. i decided i needed to go home for the day. that after this i needed serious time to think. walking out the back office door i turned "good bye for now miss clark" "please" she said still panting and a bit flushed from our time together "please call me Erika" With that i walked out the office and library. thinking to myself on the long trip home " this could become very interesting. very interesting indeed." to be continued??? first memoir ever ... like it ? tell me ill write more.
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I sat back in the lawn chair, soaking in the sun. Another lazy summer day. I was home alone, as usual, and it was noon, nearing the hottest part of the day. I relaxed and let the sun sink in. All the work was done. House was clean, lawn mowd, and I'd finally gotten my junker to roar to life. I nicknamed it the Phantom. Cause sometimes it was alive, and other times it was dead. It had been a week since May had surprised me with a quick garage-fuck, and I still hadn't stopped thinking about it. As it turns out, May was moving into a nearby house about ten miles away. She'd given me her name and a promise to come and visit me soon. Thank God I was the only one home. That reminded me, my cousin was coming to visit that week. My annoying, short, nosy cousin who never left me alone. She was a pain, which was probably why her parents were unloading her for two weeks. How would I survive? I quickly switched my thoughts back to May. She was out of this world for sure, but what did she want with me? I was tan, thin, and had a handsome face. My hair was a curly brown/blonde, and I grew unruly sideburns that my mother complained about constantly. I laughed to myself, "It's because of the horsecock." July 12. Three Days Later I watched through the window as my dad pulled up in front of the house in his pickup. He stopped, and my cousin got out. As she got closer, my mouth went dry. She was nearly as tall as I, even though she was fifteen. Her hair was long and wavy, a mix of blonde and brown like my own, and fell to her waste. She was thin and curvy, puberty taking hold in a big way. Her breasts were easliy B-cup, and on their way to C. Her face was full of laughter, the picture of vibrant beauty. She was wearing a tight tank top and painted-on lowrider jeans. She was hott, no way around it. I snapped out of it and chided myself. That's sick, get a grip. I couldn't believe I was checking my cousin out! Suddenly I had an image of me at a chalkboard, writing. "I will not see my cousin in a lewd manner, I will not see my cousin in a lewd manner, I will not see my cousin in a lewd manner. . . . . . " A thousand times. My first hint of arousal gone as I laughed at the metal picture, I gave her a hug, greeted her warmly, and left, shouting to my dad about going out w/ my friends. The afternoon sun was still hot, and I was glad I'd chosen the wife beater. My "Phantom" choked into life, and I sped off down the gravel road. It was now night time, and May was with me, walking through the woods. It was easy to get her to come out, and with the bright moon and my knowledge of the land all around, we were having a good time, talking quietly. "So, what did you think when I jumped you?" She asked, her light country accent audible. I laughed. "I felt like the luckiest guy in the world." I slipped my hand in hers. She squeezed my hand and asked, "Wanna get lucky again?" Before I even had time to answer, she sat on the wet grass below us and pulled me down with her. Here it was dark and I could barely see her. She pulled me down on top of her so I was laying between her open thighs. We began to kiss and I immediately got hard, poking through my shorts and against her crotch. She broke off the kiss and I assumed she was looking into my eyes, "Wanna taste?" She asked in a sultry voice. I could barely wait. I slid down her body, nuzzling her breasts through her halter-top and eventually squirming my down to her thin white skirt. I hiked it up over her hips and smelled the sharp tangy scent of her crotch, wet with desire. I began to lick her through her soaked panties and she started to moan. She loved making noise, that much I knew. I pressed my tongue harder against her until her hips began to buck. I pulled her panties to the side and immediately buried two fingers inside her wet quim. I pumped them in and out as she squirmed and I took her clit into my mouth, sucking lightly and flicking it with my tongue. "Oh, oh, God! Fuck me honey. . . . . . .uhhhhh!!" She screamed inside her throat, gasping for breath. As she recovered from her short orgasm, I fumbled with my pants to get them open, rolling off of her. She did something I couldn't be sure of untill I looked closely. She was bent over on her hands and knees. And from the moaning she was emitting, she was rubbing her cunt. I positioned myself at her pink opening and felt the heat and wetness beckon me to come inside. I hesitated. "Now, Seth. Do me. . . . . . . .oh!! Yes!!" I thrust all of my thick dick inside her, clutching her her hips hard. The moonlight sprinkled through the trees and played shadows on her bare ass. She was coming in a matter of second, arching her back and screwing her cunt up against me. I continued to fuck her in a steady rhythm when she reached behind her ass and grabbed my dick, pulling it out. I almost died. She turned her head to look at me and said quietly, "Do you want to try something new?" Her breath was ragged and her body was burning up. Sweat slicked her thighs and ass. What wouldn't I try with her? "Yeah." I answered. She moved my slick hard dick up till it rested against her tight asshole. "I love it there." She whispered. I closed my eyes, said my thankyou's to God and flexed my hips forward, peircing her deliciously tight ass with my hard tool. It was so tight, I knew she had to be in pain, but she began to groan like it was the most pleasurable thing ever done to her. I pushed my entire length inside her butt and pulled out just as slowly, spit a big glob of spit onto my hand. I lubed up my shaft and stuck it back inside her, recieving another moan for my efforts. Now i reached around her quivering thigh and slipped my wet fingers down over her clit. She cried out in ecstasy as I rubbed it hard, now letting all my strength loose, pounding her ass like a piledriver. She came just before I did, screaming loudly, "Oh My God I'm CUUUUUMMMMINNNNGGG!!! OH. . . .OH. . . . OH. . . .uhhhhh!!" she shrieked, moaning as fast as she could suck in breath. I let out a guttural groan as I began to shoot my cum inside her sweet ass, filling her up with the slick white sperm. We walked back to her house on shaky legs. We kissed passionately goodbye and she sneaked up the back steps of her home. I looked after her retreating figure with confusion. Did I feel something else amidst the burning embers of lust? Somthing that was a little more special? Who knew? And I was beat. I went home. I awoke with the sun in my eyes, shining through my smudged bedroom window. It was nine. My parents were long gone to work. I smiled and remembered the night before, wishing May was there to wake me up properly. As I envisioned what took place the night before, my dick began to rise. I threw off my blanket and pulled my boxers down, letting my hard dick spring free. Not wasting anytime, I spit in my hand, got it slick, and began to jack off, imagining that it was May's hand, not my own. I put my left arm behind my head and shut my eyes, remembering her sweet-tasting pussy and tight asshole. I became more excited as my rhythm grew quicker, bringing me closer to orgasm with every stroke. I was almost there when I heard a noise. It sounded like someone clearing their throat! My eyes snapped open and I suddenly remembered my cousin, now staying with us. She stood there in the doorway, midriff shirt and silky pajamas clinging to her curvy body. She was watching my cock with an odd look on her face. She moved her eyes to me and ignored my outraged expression, asking, "Need some help?" ************Be Sure to catch the twice as long continuation-" Summer Fun:Chapter Three"-!!!!********
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For me this is not so much a story as it is a memoire of events that have, are, and will continue to take place as long as im alive. Well I suppose an introduction is in order. My name is Richard and my story starts many years ago when I was just 10 years old. The child of two soldiers i never spent more than a year in any givin location. friends were sparse and i learned to make do on my own. I was the kid no one saw. You know the one. not a geek, not a jock, no sect to be catagorized in just a boy. at the time I was 5'9 (tall for my age) and 110 lbs. (yes pretty thin) blonde hair and blue eyes. eyes so blue you'd swear they mirrord the open waters of the ocean. calm yet fierce. and that was and still is my personality. in fact i live my life by these morals. Protect those who cannot protect themselves. and strive to live in love and peace. But as a human i fail (and frequently i might add) which is how these memoires come into play. I dont know how the "power" came to be. but i have an idea. My father always had a way with women. he could never explain it. either to me or himself (at least that is what he says) but i believe its genetic. I never wanted to be my father. but thats for later. for now let me just stick to the introduction. we can always follow that rabbit trail later. There i sat in class one morning. the smell of instatutionalsm burning a hole in my mind. I sat looking about the classroom deep in thoughts that carried me far away from the desk i was currently occupying. I was a brilliant kid. I wont say genius. modesy wont allow it. but i never recieved less than an a even though i skipped more days out of a year than i attended just out of boredom. I love the pursuit of knowledge but school was so slow. so there i sat lost in my own mind. when out of nowhere came the noise. "RICHARD!!!! Pay attention. Do you really think you will pass just staring off into space? Perhaps you believe that you should be teaching this class?" I looked up quickly to see my teacher Miss Morris along with the entire class staring at me. what was i to say? it had to be witty the embarrasment of being called out was to great for me. i always hated the eyes of the world upon me and this wasnt helping matters any. "well if you insist then i guess these kids deserve to hear the lesson from someone who actually knows the material" i quickly replied. the classroom abruptly gasped. i knew i had overstepped the line but if she wanted to give me attention then i certainly wasnt going to use it blushing. "you think your so smart dont you Richard. well then why dont you make yourself comfortable down at the administrator's office. ill be sure to let her know that your coming for an interview and not a referral this time." the class looked to me some wanting a smart retort to keep the charade going. (apparently i wasnt the only bored one) others cursing me for slowing down the learning process (damn nerds) but all focused on me (damn i hate attention). "finally a change in scenery then". i replied as i gathered up my materials and headed for the door." I'll be sure to give my regards to the staff when i see them for you miss morris. " not as good as i could've done but effective as some of the kids snickered to themselves as i showed myself out the door. I remember leaving and instead of going to the office i decided instead to skip class and hit the library (mostly because i knew my next trip to the office would cost me three days suspesion and as much as i would enjoy that vacation i didnt want to be grounded over the weekend). there i sat alone in the library my thoughts trailing off into nothingness again when i began to ponder the idea of control not so much over other people as over oneself. could it be done. could i train myself, my body, my mind to control the thoughts and desires over my own mind? I began to reasone that if i could accomplish this then the next step would be finding a way to transfer (if you will) these thougths to another person thus controlling not there body but there very thought patterns. "fiction" i thought to myself as i tried to stiffle a laugh. "something only crazy people try to persue. why would i want to control another? there could never be true love in that". none the less the curse got to me. (sidenote: curse- a family curse it affects all offspring of my father. wherein all his seed are unexplainably drawn to, and desire sex. worse than any addiction this very act drives us from the moment we know what it is. ) there across the room sat a beautiful woman. Miss Clark, our school librarian. She was not a supermodel but to me her features were to die for. long black hair. green eyes. a tall woman standing 5'10 weighing, i would guess 140 lbs. pouty lips and slender lips. one word stunning. I had known her for awhile as this wasnt close to my first time in the library. oh the 30 year old beauty made my heart jump. i remember thinking "if there was ever a time to ""test"" your theory this would make one hell of a prize. but how, how would i do it? what should i think about? what should i try to project to her?" i decided on an approach. i closed my eyes and concentrated. i tried to envision the room, as it was, in my mind. the tables, chairs, and books. all in detail. it was extreamly difficult giving me a headache just trying to visualize every detail but it finally was finished. i held the picture in my mind and began to focus. focus myself on leaving my body. on moving over the space to the desk of our librarian. there she was engulfed in the same book shed been reading since my last visit here. now to get into her mind. invision myself in her thoughts. in her memories. in here subconcoius. and then i recieved a shock! a voice.....a distant faint voice... what was it saying? i couldnt make it out.....concentrate. concentrate harder...... there it is . its ...its her!!! its her.... she's reading the book to herself.. that must be it! im hearing the sound of her voice reading the book in her head!! it was as if i was reading the book over her shoulder!!! but how? this cant be happening!! and like that it was gone. i opened my eyes to see her still reading oblivious to my condition sweating, panting in my chair. what the hell just happened i thought to myself... thats not possible!!!! thats not fucking possible!! my own mind was struggling to review and sort the information it had just witnessed. by all accounts this is fiction. reading thoughts is not possible. i am imagining things this is not real. but another voice spoke up in my head. "oh its very true. you were in her mind. try again. you can do it. you can do more if you wish" i started shaking even more afraid of not the action but the consequences of the possibilities that lay before me if that second voice was true. i searched for a reason and found none. i was mesmorized by the sight of this woman. though i had never been with a woman if i could i wanted to. for the time the conseguences vanished and lust took over.. i did want her. i wanted to use her all i could. thats all that mattered. besides i reasoned i need to make sure that voice was telling the truth. excited by the new possibilty i closed my eyes again. concentrating. harder .....harder... there it was. the vision just as i left it..her alone deep in her book....there her voice transmitting the words she read to her brain. "now what" i thought to myself. again the voice showed up. "tell her she wants. tell her what she needs. make her concious your playground. just give the commands. the desires of your heart." ok. i thought to myself as i decided to imprint my desires into her head..... being a novice i had no idea exactly what to say. so i kept the suggestions simple.."the young man across the room from you is making you horny. there would be nothing that would make you happier than pleasing him. go to him. find out what he wants. do all he desires" with that i opened my eyes only to notice her still deep in her book. with a sigh i resigned that yes i was temporarily going insane and no i couldnt control others. but i couldnt help but admire the eye candy as i sat there alone. and thats when it dawned on me. she was no longer engrossed in her book. she was eyeing my weirdly. as i looked back at her. i watches as she left her seat and came right over to me. i fidgeted in my seat. my mind raced one half thought i was caught skipping the other that my suggestions worked. if my heart had beat any faster it would have exploded in anticipation. when she reached my seat she was calm and pollite. a sweet smile coming from her luscious lips. "hi. may i sit next to you?" "what?" i responded not exactly sure what to do. "may i sit? i was watching you from my desk and i thought i needed to come over and talk to you." she was blushing now which really threw me through aloop. "sure i guess, what did you want to talk to me about?" "well to be honest its actually kinda weird. i just thought to myself ..there is the cutest boy ive ever seen and i just need to meet him. so what is your name?" i managed to stutter out Richard and sat quietly waiting to see what the hell would happen next i was dazed and my world spinning at the events unfolding right in front of me. "well richard come with me i have something to show you seeing as how you love to read." why did she think that i thought to myself as she lead me to the back office where all the supplies were kept. when we got back there she sat up on a desk and looked me square in the eye. "Richard how old are you?" "ten ma'am" feeling somewhat polite in my dazed state. "and what do you think of women?' she asked. "i think there weird. except for you i think your beautiful. if you dont mind me saying. but why do you ask?" she payed no attention to my question and simply said "you think im beautiful? what about me makes you think that?" this was it. if i was right then i was going to get whatever i wanted here and now. should i go for it? HELL YES I SHOULD. i would be out of my mind not to. "well your lips for one. they're so full. so vibrant. and your body. its one that belongs only to the greek goddesses ive read about" "you sure do know how to make a woman blush, Richard. tell me, have you ever kissed a woman before?" "no ma'am" i replied. with that she hopped off the desk and stood in front of me face to face. closing her eyes she leaaned in. my eyes shut as our lips met. her tongue slowly carressed my lips teasing them to open to her touch. i accepted and soon we were locked in a warm embrace our tongue circling each others ignighting in passion as the tips met. as the kiss broke she stood back admiring me and asked "what else about me pleases you?" i was going for broke if this wasnt real i was going to find out real quick because i had to have every part of this woman. "well to be completely honest. i am infatuated with the idea of seeing you completely naked." she smiled as she slowly started to undress. her blouse the first item to hit the floor soon followed by her bra. her tits were amazing. i knew nothing of sizes at the time. but from my knowledge now i would have to say 36d a perfect size the areolas a tan color and the nipples the size of pencil erasers. my cock was already standing on end. i didnt know what to do. i gazed in a trance as this beautiful woman continued to strip taking off her skirt and finally her panties. there in front of me was heaven. the form of a godess here for my taking. her pussy was neatly shaven no bumps no hair. the two folds swollen and moist. i couldnt help but stare as this was the first "live" naked woman i had ever seen. i knew she recognized this and was already prepared. "do you like what you see?' she asked with a broad smile on her face." i didnt speak knowing full well i was in control that this was my day i just walked up to her and dropped to my kness in front of this godess among women. there i inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her womanhood. guiding her back up against the table i used to hands to open the flesh between her legs. i brought my tongue in for my first taste of a woman. her juices were so sweet. my tongue worked to gather it all up. i wanted all of it and i wanted it then. she squirmed on the desk letting out a series of moans shaking as i lapped up everything her pussy would give me. i explored all of her using my tongue everywhere i wanted to know what made a woman gasp..what would make her cum. what would leave her speechless and begging for more. i knew i had used suggestion to get this far but i didnt want to just use that. i want feeling emotion. thats when i discovered the clit. she jumped as my tongue made first contact and her first orgasm wasnt far aff as i practiced the motions for what would make her squirm and moan the most. a rush of fluid came over my face as she was sent into a series of orgasms. i couldnt get it all and had a good amount running down my chin as she pulled me back up to her. "ive never come that hard in my life"she said in a pant. " now its my turn" with that she tore my clothes off leaving me naked in front of her. dropping to her kness she engulfed my whole cock in her mouth and looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes almost as if pleading for me to give her the same token of gratitude she had given me. as i tilted my head back i lost myself in the pleasure she was bringing me. feelings i never had before swept over my body and my cock grew even harder as i could feel a build up of pressure in my balls. "oh your making me feel weird miss clark. i feel like im going to explode!" she stopped only for a moment to look up at me and with the eyes of a needy girl and said " oh yes. please. i need it. i need you to explode. please give it to me." and with that she went back to sucking on me even harder than she had. my eyes rolled to the back of my head that i felt the warmth inside me. instinctivly i pulled her head to my stomach forcing my cock to the back of her throat. she let out a moan obviously enjoying me taking control. the vibrations from her mouth sent me over the edge and i shot my cum right down her throat. she moaned as my seamen found its way to her tummy. she moaned and licked like a hungry dog at my shaft desperatly trying to get all she could. finding no cum left she looked up to me from her knees and said "please, more" i was speechless. i grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet for just a moment as i laid her back onto the desk behind her. she spread her legs to give me a fuller view of her pussy. my mouth drooled at the idea of eating her again. but she wanted something else. as my cock had not even gone down since my orgasmn she pulled me to her guiding my cock her her entrance. i could feel the heat from her hole as my dick slide up and down her slit obsorbing her wetness. her juices had already begun running down her legs as she grabbed my manhood and slowly guided it into her. the feeling was surreal a warm, wet, velvet feeling filled my brain as i sank deeper and deeper into her. she let out a gasp as i came to the ending of her hole. either i was much bigger than others or she was a virgin i thought. for i still had more to give. but i relented and started to pull back out. bliss was all i felt as i picked up a steady rythme. she bucked and screamed and clawed at me as i brought her to orgasm after orgasm. throwing her hips at my cock desiring more and more of me her words rang in my ears and i fuck this woman for all she was worth. "please richard, fuck me, fuuuuucccckkkkkk meeeeeeeee!!!!!! i need this. God do i need this. make me come again. please fuck me as hard as you want. Her mouth was wide open her lips glistening with water. her eyes tightly shut as she grapsed for a concept of reality as this boy fucked her like she had never been fucked before. her tits bounced and her pussy pulsated tightening around me like a fist milking me for everything i had. the warmth, the wetness it was all too much. "im about to explode again" i yelled. "yes cum for me!!!! COME INSIDE ME. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!. i want to feel it. feel it rush through my pussy. please Richard come inside me. here words filled me with lust my cock could no longer hold out as i released all of me into her. filling her womb with my seed. i pulled out of her unsure of what to do now. but she didnt miss a beat. leaping up she dropped back down in front of me going to work at cleaning my dick with her mouth. the moaning she made from the apparent pleasure this was bring her was making me feel like i was going to cum again. my cock grew ultasensitive and i had to pull her back. she was like a mad woman trying to suck the life right out of my cock. sitting back she smiled at me as i struggled to get dressed realizing we could get caught if we didnt clean up soon. when i finished dressing she still sat naked in front of me as if in the hope i wouuld unzip one more time to give her her oral fix. but i had nothing left to give at least i didnt think i did. instead i asked if perhaps she thought she should also get dressed and suggested that maybe i could come by her place sometime where we would have a little more time and space to "play" she was all for it and quickly wrote down her information after she had finished dressing. i decided i needed to go home for the day. that after this i needed serious time to think. walking out the back office door i turned "good bye for now miss clark" "please" she said still panting and a bit flushed from our time together "please call me Erika" With that i walked out the office and library. thinking to myself on the long trip home " this could become very interesting. very interesting indeed." to be continued??? first memoir ever ... like it ? tell me ill write more.
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Chapter 1 “Oh honey, go and say hello to the new neighbours!” My mother cooed whilst handling the warm double-chocolate cookies from the oven. You wouldn’t think her and my dad fucked each night like rabbits, my wall was covered in chipped paint from them screwing into each other hard into the wall, pounding each other senseless, even sounding out the grunts and moans to prove it. “Yeah sure mum, you want be to take those cookies to them?” “Oh what a wonderful idea! Here, take this plate with them on. They can keep it.” She pecked me on the cheek and motioned me forward out of the door and into the stale summer air. Ah, gooood ol’ Florida. I didn't bother putting any shoes on since it was literally the next house over, and the side walk was warm on my bare skin. The house next to ours was a large one, with a porch, a middle building and two wings attached to either side, all painted a pristine white, but it was small enough to not be considered a mansion. Ours was a simple yet modest modern ranch house, with a trimmed lawn that was green all year round. As I entered the gates, I spotted a couple of rental vans and hired moving men lifting an assortment of home items. Some fancy looking leather sofas could be seen being lifted into the large double doors into the house. I spotted a guy around my age, the only one not in uniform, actually, he wasn’t really in anything. Just some shorts. His muscles flexed under the sheen of sweat on his tan skin from helping with the heavy lifting, he was broad, with a large sculptured chest and a six pack to match his physique. He had light brown wavy hair and brown eyes to match. As I approached he spotted me, and flashed me a smile full of pearl-white teeth. I suddenly felt self conscious in my short-shorts, a thin tank top (with no bra) and my c-cup breasts. But I was pretty proud of them, they were a handful with bright pink nipples that practically turned into diamonds when I’m super horny, and they were firm and sat high on my chest, so I didn't wear a bra all that often. But I wish I had, that guy was doing things to me... “Hey, uuuh, I guess you just moved in?” “Yeah, we haven’t been introduced yet have we? I’m Shane.” He held out his hand after rubbing the sweat off on his shorts. I gave him mine, balancing the plate of cookies with my other. His hand practically enveloped mine. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hazel.” I gestured to the plate of cookies once he released my hand. “My mum made you these, double chocolate chip.” He gave me a sultry smile and gestured for me to follow him. “Come on, I’ll put these in the kitchen and give you a grand tour.” The inside was empty as we passed the rooms, but were slowly filling up with furniture that looked like something straight out of a home magazine. The kitchen had been fashioned in a black and white colour scheme, with a large grey American style fridge, dishwasher, garbage disposal and an array of electronics that blended, diced, chopped and even wrapped food. Shane placed the plate on the marble counter top and casually leaned against it. He stood in silence, looking me up and down, as if he were sizing me up. I wasn’t very big, with a slight frame standing at 5’4” with dark brown hair, brown eyes and naturally tanned skin, since my mothers side of the family were Portuguese. “This place is amazing” I finally said, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me. “Yeah my dad got an awesome deal on this place. Say, where’s that accent of yours from?” His eyebrows raised in question. “I’m originally from England. My dad had to move because of work blah blah blah. So we’re here now I guess.” I spared him the long, boring and quite frankly cliché story. “How about you?” “Dad got a promotion so we upgraded from the state of Louisiana. Blah blah blah.” We both laughed at our incredibly boring stories. “So what high school are you enrolling in?” I asked him. I could feel myself become increasingly attracted to him so I distracted myself by enquiring where he would be studying. “James West High, I’ll be starting twelfth grade.” He seemed thoroughly bored by the conversation but it was keeping my sanity in-tact. “Cool. Me too, maybe we’ll have some classes together.” I got a little excited at the prospect of seeing him down the halls every day. “I hope so. Now, how about that tour?” I nodded, a little uneasy about where we might end up. He stood up straight, his abs clenching, which had the effect of me silently groaning to myself. “This way m’lady.” Such a gentleman. He ended up showing me the rooms that were already set up, which consisted of the games room, study, garage (which had fancy sports car in it), indoor swimming pool, private gym and his room, which we were heading to in that point of time. “And this, my good lady, is my humble abode.” Shane made a dramatic scene of bowing and letting me walk past him and into his room. Which happened to be surprisingly tidy apart from a few empty and flattened boxes. He had the colour scheme of brown and blue walls, adorned with shelves filled with the typical guy stuff; trophies, video games, class note books and photos of his guy friends. “It’s not much but I’m planning to re-do it.” He followed in behind me and lay down on his bed, (brown covers) and placed his hands behind his head. I took this as a cue to snoop around. Immediately going to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, I found that it was full of action, horror and thriller movies. I heard the bed groaning behind me, but thought nothing of it. Not until I felt hot breath on my neck. My heart rate picked up speed as his hands reached around me and picked something from the shelf, his hand skimming my breast and making my breath hitch slightly. “You like movies?” I heard a smirk in his voice. “Y-yeah I guess. I mean, I watch them I guess.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. Shane retreated his hand, but only to put it low on my waist. I tried to retreat but as soon as I got out of his grip, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall. He pressed his body to mine, his head craned so he could put his neck into my shoulder. “What are you doing?” I gasped as he moved his hands down my side, but repositioned them so I couldn't get away. “Shh it’s okay, you’ll love it.” Trying to deter him, I asked; “What about your dad?” “Don’t worry babe, he’s in New York.” I should have been curious as to why his father was so far away, but I was too focused on preventing the inevitable. He was a good 6’4” and towered over me. His one hand could hold both my wrists above my head like they were a doll’s. Which gave him a good view of my up-lifting chest. Before I had a chance to protest, he mashed his lips to mine. My mouth was instantly aching from the effort of denying his tongue full entry. I was wearing down and before long, my lips parted and he moaned as he skimmed along my teeth and explored my mouth. He released my hands and I pounded on his chest, begging for him to release me, but he responded by going under the thin material of my tank top and rubbing his hands around my stomach. I instantly froze, like a deer caught in headlights, as the contact shocked me. His touch went higher and higher, until he could feel the bottom of my tits. He took the opportunity of my stillness and grabbed my breasts, each one filled the palm of his hand, and he delicately started to massage them. Since there was no room for my hands to begin pushing his chest away, I opted for wiggling my body free which only aroused Shane further, as a bulge suddenly appeared and pressed against my groin. He started to pinch my nipple, making me wince and gently cry out out in pain. Despite my obvious distress, he persisted on playing roughly with my nipples, twisting them, rubbing them and even lowering his mouth to them, making me gasp in surprise. “See, you’re rock hard.” I was too in shock to reply. I could only shake my head no. He returned his head to my neck and started to caress it, biting and nipping. I wondered where his hands were until I felt them undo the zip on my shorts. Eyes growing wide, I struggled and resisted, terrified of what would follow, but to no avail. Once he loosened my shorts, his hand found its way down and over my panties, cupping my mound. He began to rub slowly up and down, a ghost of a touch that sent tremors through my body. Shane started to go deeper, sending the material into my folds and making them wet with lust. “No. Stop. You...Can’t do this.” I whispered hoarsely. He only replied with deeper and longer kisses. He tried to get his finger deeper into me, but the material prevented him entrance. So he moved my panties aside and as he invaded me, I grew stiff and rigid. Shane’s knee moved in-between my legs, spreading them wider so his finger could go deeper into my pussy. He went further in me than anybody had before, the tightness made me visibly flinch. “Jeez, you’re so tight.” He moaned against my neck. I began to produce tears that had started to well up, hazing my vision. Whilst his hand probed me, his other one snaked up my top and resumed groping my tit. I was growing weak and gave up my attempts of escape, instead leaning over his well-built shoulder. I felt his large finger hit my Hymen, it didn’t hurt but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. I tightened my grip on his skin and tried to dislodge his assaulting hand. “You’re a virgin? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you” He raised his head to meet my eyes and removed his hands. I sighed in relief, thinking he would stop. But instead he lifted me up by my waist and made me tuck my legs around his back, carrying me over to his queen-sized bed. He laid me down on my back and spread his body over mine. He sat up on his knees and raised my shirt over my head, leaving me with just my shorts, which quickly followed after. I was too defeated to battle him off. Considering he was sat on me, he seemed to remove his pants and boxers smoothly, leaving us both naked. When I saw his dick, my eyes bulged. It must have been a good 8 inches long and as thick as my fist. “Nonononono it’s too big!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, it will fit perfectly.” He smiled at me and I turned my head away to avoid looking at him. Shane laid beside me and entwined our legs, moving his hand between them to get to my freshly shaven mound and re-entered my pussy, this time stretching it out with two fingers. “You’re mine now, I’m your first and nobody touches you but me, understood?” I nodded slowly, still avoiding his gaze. He fondled me for a good ten minutes until Shane shifted his weight to sit on my legs again, his dick was visibly hardening with each moment that passed, standing straight up so it was against his stomach, touching his abs. Even though he was straddling me, he managed to keep his fingers in me, keeping a slow and steady pace that rendered me breathless. I was boiling hot and it felt like I was burning up. Shane caught me staring at his cock, and laughed. “Don’t worry Hazel, you’ll get it soon enough.” “Why? Why me?” I said, barely audible. “Why not? A totally hot girl that lives next door and is available any time I want? I had to have you.” I should have been happy I guess since a guy was actually interested in me, but I was terrified. Not because of what he was doing, but because I was starting to like it. I could feel my juices leak onto the bed and could only just manage see Shane’s fingers glisten with them. My nipples were standing to a point and Shane knew it too. “Bet you never had a guy do this to you. Huh” He smirked. “I’m gunna be the first one to enter you baby, and you’ll never forget it.” He leant forward so his head was over mine, his hair hanging over his eyes. Taking his fingers out of me, he used them to guide his monster into me. I felt the tip at my entrance as he slowly pushed into my stretched pussy, holding himself up with his arms that were on either side of me. Groaning, he closed his eyes in pleasure as more and more of his inches were lost inside of me. I could feel my untouched walls tighten and clamp around him, getting used to his length. Suddenly, he hit my cherry and stopped for a minute and before I could brace myself, rammed into it, causing an intense pain to shoot along my spine, making me cry out. He kept inside of me unmoving until the pain subsided and I nodded at him to carry on. He began slowly, arching his back over me and placing his head beside my shoulder as he set up a steady rhythm. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they rose into the air and crossed over his back, opening myself up to him fully. He kept his pace until his full length was in me, his base hitting against me, as he sped up and rocked his hips into my pelvis. Shane took one of his hands and moved it between our bodies, and started to rub my clit, sending sparks all around my body. My back lifted up and my mouth shaped into a silent ‘o’ sound. My whole body racked and spasmed as an orgasm flooded through me. The most intense feeling took over and my pussy clamped down hard on Shane’s dick, making him lose control as his rhythm became erratic and his breathing laboured. “Unghh, I’m.. going to...cum!” He slammed into me full force, making the bed shake and smash against the wall, much like my parent’s nightly encounters. I felt another orgasm take over and as it did, Shane let loose a roar as he spilled his seed inside me. (Luckily my mother made me take the pill before summer vacation). He pumped at least 8 ropes into me, never ceasing to thrust into me. When we both finished, he passionately kissed me until my lips were bruised. He then flipped us over so I was laying on his chest. Shane still inside me, my eyes grew heavy from the struggling and fucking, and I fell asleep with his chin resting on my head. The sun was streaming in from the windows and flittering in through the curtains when I awoke. It had almost set and I was suddenly awake as I thought about my mother and father. I eased Shane out of me, sore and a little bruised from the pounding he gave me. I went into the adjoining bathroom and cleaned myself up the best I could, removing the dried cum and blood from between my legs. I didn’t want to get a shower for a fear of waking Shane up or my parents getting suspicious. So I crept back into the room, got dressed quietly and skulked out the front door, hopefully never going back. I entered my front door, expecting a lecture, but instead found my parents cuddling on the couch, their eyes never leaving the television. “Did they like the cookies honey?” My mother called. “Yeah, sorry I got back so late, I was hanging out with them.” I didn’t tell my mother who ‘they’ were, or that a guy just took my virginity. And I hoped she would such accept it. I ran upstairs and had a shower, fully wiping away all the grime left over. Once I stopped the water flow, I could hear my parents whispering furiously, but I thought nothing of it and went to bed.
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I knew that I was in trouble when I finally called her.. Her voice was cold and sharp drawing me in and making me listen to her short snaps. Her words made me still and they cut against my ear like a sharp blade. I am careful not to speed to her house, getting pulled over now is just about the worst thing that could happen. Being tardy is what got me into this dilemma in the first place. I knew I was in for a big punishment tonight after standing her up for dinner. I promised to take her somewhere nice but I got side tracked with my friends and totally forgot. until I got in my car and saw my phone. Her missed calls. Her unanswered texts. It all came back to me. We were going to have a nice night out on the town. Something that we don't get to do very often. We both go to school full time and have jobs on top of that. Its winter break and we both finally have a little more time. I cursed myself for being so forgetful. I knew that she will have gotten all dressed up. She was so excited for tonight. But now I know that tonight, though still amazing will be hard to get through. She will make sure of that. When I pull up to her house i can see her silhouette through the curtains moving about in her kitchen. When I get closer to the door I can hear the music she is playing. Some kind of crazy bass dropping songs that she likes to dance to when she is alone. Sometimes I will spy on her and its strange how she loses herself. Dancing with no rhyme or reason and for no one but herself to watch her. I allow myself to look at her through the window for a moment while she goes about the kitchen like a real life Tasmanian devil. I unlock the door and step into her home. I see a dark purple dress on the couch and a pair of tights close by and a pair of heels. It must have been what she was wearing tonight I had never seen the dress before.. She would have looked lovely wearing that tonight but now I might never get that privilege of seeing her in such a stunning outfit. I walk around the corner so she can see me. She stops in her tracks and stops her music. I can feel her gaze on me. She controls me and I have no choice but to listen to her. My mistress, my Goddess, my owner. She walks over to me her bare feet tapping the tile while she walks. She is wearing baggy red sweats and a tight old T shirt. The sight of her is still amazing and I feel myself getting hard. Just the sight of her and all the things she has in store for me tonight makes my blood rush a little faster. She sees my eyes wandering and then I see her icy gaze. I love to look my master in her eyes. She is so God damn sexy! “What the fuck are you looking at bitch?! You have lost that privilege.” She snaps. My eyes dart quickly to the floor and I nod my head. “I'm so sorry mistress. I lost track of time. Please Amanda, let me look at you.” I whimper. It gives way to my demeanor being strong and muscular I can easily take her down if I wanted but I am putty in her hands. I am her slave. “How dare you call me by my name. You have lost that privilege as well.” She says. Her words as sharp as a blade once again. She knows exactly how to turn me on. She throws something at me. “Put in on whore.” Its my collar. The new one she got me not to long ago. Sharp spikes all around. I size it up and fasten it around my neck as whisper I'm sorry mistress over and over and over. She links my collar to a chain and starts leading me down the hallway to her bedroom. I keep my eyes down and follow her feet. However instead of going to her room as I predicted she takes a left turn into her master bathroom. She chained me to the curtain rod and demanded me to strip. I did as she said I took off my jacket and jeans. As I took off my boxers I dared to look at her to see if she was looking at how huge my dick had gotten. She was turned around taking off her makeup in the mirror. I can't take off my shirt without taking off my collar. Shit. She won't care. “Whats the hold up I said strip. Don't you want to obey your master?” She says not even glancing in my direction through the mirror. “I can't take off my shirt without taking off the collar mistress. What do you want me to do master?” I knew it was a stupid thing to say as it rolls off my tongue I wish I could take it back. She spins on her heel and looks straight at me making me gasp. Her eyes staring at me so intensely and her hands on her hips. She is a woman that knows how to take control. “That sound like a personal problem to me. I want one not the other” She crosses her arms. “Figure it out.” I figure it out quickly. She loves my arms. My strength and my inability to use it on her. I could turn my entire body into muscle and it would render me useless when I was with her. My submissive behavior would get the better of me. I know what she wants and I make sure not to look upset that I'm ripping apart my new shirt. She can see my naked body in front of her and I see a small smile creep onto her face. Now shower. Call for me when you're finished. With that she leaves the bathroom and disappears around the door. I start the shower and step in using the body wash and shampoo she keeps for me here. My mind is buzzing with my thoughts about her and my cock is hard as can be but I don't dare touch it. She will know. When I lather up my body i'm careful not to linger at my crotch or slip a finger into my ass. I rinse off and turn off the water. There is no towel. I call out for her “Mistress…” I expect to hear her footsteps right away. Coming to fetch me but after a long silence I call to her again. A little louder and I can hear the thick layer or desperation that accompanies it. She knows that I am desperate. desperate for her touch for her hands to trace the outline if my abs. I am desperate for her hand to travel down my body past my abs and to my hard dick but I know that this is not a romantic evening she has planned for me. Not any more that is. “I heard you the first time slut.” She is right outside the bathroom door. I wish I could see her. I want to see her so badly. “Put this on.” She says and her arm curves around the corner and tosses me a torn up piece of fabric. I recognize it immediately. I was right I'll never get to see her in that amazing dress. “Use it as a blindfold” she instructs. I hold it in my hands for a moment before i tie it behind my head. Not a minute later I hear her footsteps patting the tile floor of the bathroom. My breath is hot and gets heavy. There is something about being blindfolded. It makes me crazy. I have no idea what to expect or what's going to happen. It really brings me into the moment. The here and now. I listen closer and I know she is taking the chain down from the curtain rod. I jump as she makes her first contact with me of the night. A hand to my ass a loud *smack* echos through the bathroom. My cheek stings. Again her hand comes down on my ass. My other cheek burns now too and I know i deserve this. My breath is staggered and i bend over for her. “Thank you master. Thank you master.” Six more slaps. Three for each cheek. Six more thank yous. Each one meaning more than the last. When I brace myself for more I don't feel the sharp sting on my ass again but instead i had her feet moving again and when she yanks on my chain I almost fall on my face. She leads me into her room I feel the familiar carpet under my feet and then she pushes me against a wall. She stands on her toes to kiss my neck and her hands are on my waist. My cock is at attention waiting for something that I know will not happen for some time. She kisses down my arm as she pushes it against the wall and then i feel her tighten something around my wrist. My leather cuffs. They are tight but don't scratch and bruise me like the old cuffs we had. Once I realize what she has done she is already on the other side of my body strapping in my other wrist with another cuff. They have been taken apart in the middle and drilled into the wall. There is little give in my restrains i realize when I struggle lightly against them. Her hands leave my body and I whimper. I want nothing more than her touch. “Whats the matter slut?” Do you want to touch me or something? You think you deserve that?” She demands my answers but my answers will never be enough. My words that beg for forgiveness but she will not give it to me. “Please forgive me master I am so sorry. It wont happen again. Ill be a good boy Ill be a good sex toy. Ill be your fuck doll. Please my goddess forgive me. I beg you. Please please touch me again. Please make me your bitch. I want you to play with your toy. I'm a good toy master. Please play with me! I'm sorry for being a bad boy. Ill be better. Ill listen. I'm begging you master!” I'm panting when I feel a hand on my chest. Its cold against my skin and i melt for her. I smile as she touches me but it fades as she speaks. “I waited for you. Tonight was supposed to be special and you forgot about it. About me.” She let me know how hurt she was by my negligence and my heart is torn. Her hand disappeared from my chest and is replaced by something colder than her hand that makes me flinch. It melts on my skin and runs down my body. Its cold and I try to back away from it but she presses it harder into my chest sending the cold deeper into my body. She runs the ice against my chest and then down my abs. The ice is even colder now as it melts to the more sensitive parts of my body. My muscles tighten and then she grips the ice in her fist letting the chill drops plop onto my erection. I moan loudly for her. “Do you want me to grab your dick with my ice cold hand?” “Yes Mistress! Please please grab my dick. I want you. I need you to.” I can already feel her fingers grabbing a hold of it but its only in my imagination in reality it does not happen. instead I feel a slight sting as she decides instead to slap my dick around a little then in a quick motion i feel something in my ass it stings a little from the sudden entry but its one of my smaller but plugs so my ass adjusts quickly and I let out a deep moan and relax a few of my muscles. My body still dripping from the showed allowed her to get it in so easily. I wanted more. “You're going to be a good slut tonight and you're gonna take it like the whore you are.” Her words are cold again and the guard she had let down only moments before was back up. She had plans for tonight and wasn't going to let her hurt feelings get in the way of it. I nod frantically. “Yes yes mistress. You can do whatever you like to me. I'm your slut, your little fuck doll. I'm only here to pleasure you my goddess.” I scramble for my words as she moves the ice back up my torso and along my arms. She unhooks the first restraint and as she shifts to take off the next restraint i feel her him brush the tip of my dick and I make a mistake. I move my hand to put it on her hip. As soon as I feel her smooth skin I just as quickly feel a slap against my arm and she grabs my collar and throws me on the bed. I am only more aroused now. Knowing she is either naked or at the very least not wearing a top and low cut jeans. I don't think she was wearing pants. I felt her knees when she was kissing my neck but she had used her elbows to keep us from touching too much. She pulls up my hips and I am forced back into the moment. My head is buried in her mountain of pillows and my ass is in the air. I had her turn on a vibrator. She puts it on my skin. Its freezing! Did she just stick everything in the freezer tonight or something?! I Let my body relax against the cold and she creeps the cold steel vibrator closer to my ass. “What do you want whore?” She demands “I want that freezing vibrator in my ass! I want it so bad. Please put it inside me mistress.” but to my surprise she instead takes the cool vibrator away and snatches the plug out of me and its almost instantly replaced by something strange and foreign. It squirts a warm liquid inside of me. “what is that mistress?” I ask after my ass is dripping from whatever she just filled me with. “wouldn't you like to know slut” she taunts me and starts moving it in and out of my ass. I feel the ridges on the side and it makes me smile a little. “A turkey baster?” I ask. She doesn't answer me with words and instead pulls it out and replaces it with another frozen dildo. “Ahhhh” i scream. Its a larger dildo and she immediately starts to fuck me with it. after a few pounds it starts to warm up and feel better. all the temperatures that are involved tonight makes me feel amazing. she has the little vibrator again and as she plays with it next to my ass i feel a little lube on it. She slides it in slowly letting me adjust to the new toy inside me. It hurts but all I can say is thank you mistress. She flips me over and I gasp. I didn't realize how hard it was to breath underneath all her pillows and my head crumpled in with her blankets. I'm panting with a vibrator and dildo shoved in ass. I love the feeling. And then I love something even more. Her hand creeping up my thigh. I moan and let her know how much I'm enjoying this. “If i suck your dick are you going to cum?” She asks. I know she loves to suck my cock and she is very good at it too. I want it so bad but right now I can't make her a promise I don't know I can keep. “I don't know mistress” I answer her truthfully and her hand disappears from me again. “No don't go mistress. I'm sorry. I wont I wont cum I promise. Ill be good please suck my dick. Please I won't cum. Ill do whatever your want. I feel a pinch on my nipple and it stays Then again on my other nipple. I feel her hands behind my head and my blindfold falls. I almost lose myself when i see her naked before me. round breasts, full ass and curvy hips. I gaze at her and my jaw must have dropped because she shoves a dildo in my mouth. “Suck bitch” She says and moves the dildo in my mouth. I suck on in ferociously like I want her to do to my dick. “Good boy” She says as she bites her lower lip. “Is that how you would like me to suck on your cock?” I nod my head and gran though the dildo in my mouth. She keeps the dildo in my mouth and starts to pull out the toys in my mouth letting a few more drops of the warm liquid from earlier drip out. It looks like soapy dish water. “You're going to cum with an empty ass.” She knows how much i love having something in my ass when I cum. It feels so good and now that she has stretched it out it feels even more empty. I want her to put more inside of me. I frown and put but then her hand touches my thigh again and I ignore my emptiness for a moment. She pulls the dildo out from my mouth and I watch her slide it gently into her pussy and she gets on her knees pulling her legs together so she won't squeeze it out of her tight warm pussy. I love it so much when she allows me to be inside her. She feels so amazing. I know what she wants now. “Please mistress. Will you suck my cock. Please let me cum in your mouth. Please master suck me off. I want to cum so so bad. Please!!” I can't contain it much longer with or without her lips engulfing my cock. She knows it too and she can't resist the satisfaction of her work. She goes down on my cock. It always feels amazing. I want my toys in my ass but I am being punished. I let her lips take me away and I grab the sheets and moan loudly as I fil up her mouth with my cum. “Oh Fuck” I moan and my body goes limp. Suddenly she is on top of me and she puts her lips to mine and spits my cum into my mouth. She plugs my nose and covers my mouth. “Swallow” She says and I obey. She takes the dildo out of her pussy and it shimmers with her juices and she puts in in my ass. I smile at her and she smiles back. One of my favorite sites. She moves in in and out of me slowly. With her laying next to me and the sensation in my ass again it doesn't take long for me to get another erection. She finds one of my toys that stays in place that was about the same size as the dildo she just had in me and lets me put it in my ass. She pulls my legs together and climbs on top of me. This must have been what she was planning in the first place. A romantic evening. but then the teasing starts again and she flashes me a wicked smile. She would graze the tip with her lips but never let any part of me slip inside of her. “I don't know if I can forgive you for forgetting about me tonight.” “You know how sorry I am please forgive me my goddess” After that it was basically word vomit. I couldn't hold back I told her about how much i needed her and how much she means to me. That I would be nothing without her and I begged and begged her to for her to forgive me over and over again. I was whimpering and begging for her to stop teasing me. It felt like a lifetime but she finally let herself down on me. She moved slowly and then picked up pace laying her hands on my chest. I hold her hips as she bounces on me and I feel the toy in my ass. This moment is so perfect and I know I need permission to cum. I almost forget and I ask only seconds before exploding. She manages to say yes between her groans and as she feels me cum inside of her she smiles and climbs off of me, she flops on her back to catch her breath and she smiles at me and i turn to look at her. “Thank you so very much mistress.” “You're welcome Chris, my slave.” She talks to me sweetly now and pulls the toy out of me. We cuddle and sleep together and I know that she has forgiven me. The next day is her day. She has me all to herself. No distractions. Ill make her know that I'm sorry. Ill buy her a new dress and take her to a fancy dinner for two. She is my world and I know i can't let her fall by the wayside any longer. I need my master. Without her I am nothing. The Endish
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PLEASE NOTE: This is a complete work of fiction. The author does not take responsibility for any similarities in reality relating to this story at all. Onyx Blessing Chapter 1 I was walking about downtown one day when I came across this odd store. It had scented candles, incense, masks, clay figures, earrings, and so on. The floor was like an old hut. Planks of wood laid across, with matching wooden shelves. As I browsed through the the various oddities, I noticed this necklace. It was a polished onyx rock with a hole drilled through the top, and a black leather strand going though it. I knew I wanted it. I took it up to the register, and paid only ten dollars for it. She looked at me as she placed it in the bag, “I’m sure you’ll find this amusing,” then placed the receipt in the paper bag and handed it to me. Being a 13 year old boy, I threw on the necklace, and tossed the bag. I started to walk home getting closer to the local high school. A good short cut to make the trip shorter. I was walking through the small forest that led up to the school from the back. While I was on my trot I seen these two girls, probably seniors in high school looking hot as hell, sharing a joint. They both looked to be about 16 or 17 years old. One being blonde and the other, brunette. The blonde girl had long wavy hair, was about 5’6”, wearing a dark green baby t-shirt that was tight, showing off her C-cup breasts, and a white mini-skirt putting her gorgeous legs on display. The brunette girl had medium length straight hair, about 5’7”, dressed in a dark purple tank top that made her B-cups shine, and short enough to put the bottom of her tight belly on exhibit. She also wore a black mini-skirt, similar to the blonde but had more of a tan. I began thinking how beautiful they were and how sweet it would be if they seduced me, and smoked my cock after they were done their joint. Just then the blonde waved me over. I finally made it there, when they began the introductions. “Hi I’m Megan, and my friend here is Jessica,” the blonde spoke as she extended her hand, which was nicely manicured. I began shaking her hand, then Jessica’s, “I’m Randy, what are you two doing all the way out here?” “Oh we just were blowing on a joint and hoping to find a random cute guy to blow on instead,” Jessica shot in. We all laughed while both girls placed a hand on my shoulders, then I thought maybe these girls are for real. Maybe they are going to actually suck on my cock. Megan continued on, “So how about it? Are you going to let these two sexy sweethearts treat that cock of yours like a tootsie pop, or are we going to have to force it out of you?” As she was speaking the both of them were rubbing my shoulders, back, and when Megan was done asking, Jessica squeezed my ass and asked, “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to find how many licks it takes to get to the center?” After that statement is wasn’t like I really had a choice anymore. Jessica was undoing my fly, and Megan swooped in right after reaching for my cock. It didn’t take her long to find it either as I immediately thought about being large enough for these sex kittens. When she completed her mission and exposed my shaft, both their mouths gaped in awe. I must have hung at least six and a half inches soft. “This is bigger than any I’ve seen, and I mean bigger,” Megan barely managed to get out. Then Jessica finally added, “It’s beautiful! I absolutely have to taste it!” and in no time my cock was rising while both beauties started to kiss and lick on their new toy. I must of stretched out to 10 inches by this point hitting full mast. The girls seemed enthralled with my size. Suddenly they started gliding their open sucking lips together up and down the full length they so earnestly worked for. Looking me in the eye the whole time. Then they blew my mind when Megan’s lips moved to the tip of my head moving her head back and forth taking more and more of my fuckstick with each bob. At the same time Jessica sat beneath me and began licking and sucking on my balls. She wasn’t shy to take them both in her mouth at the same time either. This was all so much for me, considering I’ve only slept with one girl three times now, that I erupted a massive load unto her awaiting mouth. While all this was happening I was bravely thinking, “best thing you ever tasted isn’t it?” I think Megan came with my full load in her mouth. Moaning and humming licking up anything that might of escaped her lips. She immediately, and almost breathlessly spoke to Jessica, “You have to taste this. Milk his juice into your mouth Jess. It is the best thing you’ll ever try. But let me clean up my mess first.” And with that Megan began taking all of me into her mouth cleaning off any cum left behind while pulling me back to my stiff disposition. Jessica released my balls from her oral prison and positioned herself on her knees right in front of me. All the while, Megan resumed what Jessica continued to do while Megan was taking all my glory. “I am so going to enjoy this,” Jessica let out as she lurched at my cock with her hungry lips. Jessica was more eager than Megan. She had taken much more of me into her mouth than her friend in much less time. Viscously pistoning her head along my cock and wiggling her tongue when possible. Relentlessly feeding toward her main goal, and with that she was rewarded. I shot an equally large load into her mouth as well. Jessica’s reaction, not too different from Megan’s, licking for every drop that may have escaped while what seemed like an orgasm. Both girls rose up, running their hands on my sides as they did. “My god Megan! You were right. That did taste great.” The two then got themselves in order, “Well I hope we see you around again. Who knows how many times a day I could drink from that,” jutted out Megan. “I second that,” then Jessica went to her purse and pulled out and pen and paper and started writing. She handed me the paper. I looked down and saw two phone numbers. She wrote down both their numbers. “Don’t worry I didn’t forget about you,” she glanced at Megan then back to me, “gives us a call whenever you think that beast could use a good taming.” And they both began to walk away swaying their hips so seductively. Alright, now that was weird I thought to myself. I just thought about those two sucking on stick from the one they were smoking and it happened. I though about them thinking my cum was the best thing they ever tasted and it happened. This was odd. There was no way that could be coincidence. No such a thing could happen to me normally. At this point I needed further research.... More to come if you enjoy, and some feedback would be nice. You can email me.
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All right everyone, here's my story. It isn't gross, it wasn't about the sex. But there was this one other guy this year i've been dying to be around all year. (I am a Junior, he a Senior). But this was different. He was 18, a Filipino boy been all around the world; Canada, US, UAE, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Philippines, and Italy. I turned 18 about 3 months before school let out by the way. He was a Bass in our choir class and an absolutly amazing dresser...(damn asians...)and he was incredibly hot. I always wanted to know what it would be like to suck him off one day... He was dark skinned, dark haired, topaz eyes, and was about 5'6". I was an average white guy, fairly tanned, dark brown and light brown eyes, topped off with a height of 5'9.5" Oh yeah, the story. So he graduated. He moved to San Diego. But he came out to visit me one day. It was great. We played Brawl, Mario Kart Wii, and various other games, (which i mostly kicked his ass in), and I soon got bored of it. I asked him if he wanted to go to the park since it was about 3:30 in the afternoon. Being as bored as he was, we started walking down. He wore this tight black T and jeans and it was making my mind run in circles. So on our way down, there was this drain pipe under the street, about 20' in width and height. So i said "Oh Mickey! Gotta show you something cool!" "What is it?" "Just really cool writing i found, c'mon!" We went down there, and i show him. He was actually impressed, but then i said something to sort of change the mood to something more... sensual... "Hey Mickey! Truth or Dare?" "Haha... umm dare!" "I dare you to go strip off your shirt and walk around!" Hesitant at first, he took it off and started walking around. He came back for his shirt, where i replied... "Nope. Keep it off. Rest of the game." "Ughh fine. Truth or Dare?" "This is boring. How about Dare or Double Dare?" "Alright, Dare or Double Dare?" "Double Dare." "I dare you to....haha take off your jeans!" Instantly hoping I was wearing nice boxers, I did. Thankfully, they were the best I owned. "Dare or Double Dare Mickey?" "Dare!" "I dare you to kiss me! Mickey afraid?" He then surprised me and said, "Nope." Then he kissed me on the check. "Wow. Mickey's a fag!", I joked. "Dare or Double Dare Dan Dan?" "Dare." "I dare you to...uhh... take off your shirt now!" "Wow Mickey, original much?" I then proceeded and took off my shirt. "Dare or DD? "DD" "I dare you to strip naked!" He took off his jeans, and socks and shoes. "Missing anything Mickey?" "What?! Underwear too?" "Yup, thats NAKED" "Do I have to?" "No, but it ruins the game a little, you know, DARE" "Your such a fag, you just wanna sneak a peek at my meat! haha" "Hurry up and ask me Dare or DD!" He then stripped. This shocked me. I've never seen a fully naked guy since looking online at porn, or from when i was younger. He was amazing. Tan everywhere! He had pretty big balls(size of eggs!!!) and a 4" dick...which was hard! I couldn't stop staring. So i did our normal gay "jokes". I went up to him and started massaging his pecs. He started laughing and i picked him up. "Dude! Not when I'm nude! This is too far!" "Oh c'mon, its' not like I'm going to...suck you off." "Yeah i guess you're right." "Pssh. Mickey, you're getting sucked." "WHAT!" I then proceeded down to where his little dick laid. I started massaging his dick and balls, and saw him start to falter to my actioins. "You like this huh!" "Uhhh...." So I went down and started sucking his dick, pumping it when i could. When he was finally horny(I beat him to it), he was a full 8 inches. I was absolutely amazed. I first licked his balls and all around his eggs before going up to his massive pole. He was saying to me... "This is gay... I'm gay!" "No, you're just getting a blowjob", i managed to say. He then put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down onto his dick, making me start stuffing his pole down my throat. It was amazing. I was in total ecstasy. After massaging his balls and stuffing his pole for about 10 minutes, he came. I got a total of 14 squirts in my mouth, to the point of it almost dripping out of my mouth. (Of course, i never let that happen ;D ) Then after that, he decided he wanted more of me. He went down to put his cock in his mouth. I then took my dominance. "Oh no, you don't do that." "Why not?" "I'll show you why..." I was rock hard this entire time. So I lifted the 115 pound guy up so he was holding on to me. I put his back against the dirty wall and then proceeded to fit my dick into his tight hole. It was nothing I've ever felt before. He was moaning and I was sturggling to not orgasm on the spot. After 10 more minutes of fucking, I came into his tight hole. Seeing as we were both virgins, we did not use a condom. He was sweating up a storm the whole time, which made it even hotter for me. After this, he said he had to go back to his Aunt's house. But he told me on our way home that... "Dude, that was amazing, but you're the only one i'll ever do this with." "Fine with me!" "Maybe next time I'll give you the same treatment!" Now i just have to wait until i come back home from a vacation with my best friend. I'm not gay, but damn Mickey was fine! Hopefully I'll see more of him this summer....maybe this time we'll actually do truth! Nah! Dare!
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This is my first story and i have to admit i dont have good punctiation but my grammer is correct and spelling this is one of my fantasys in life but always to scared to write about it heres how it would would go. My name is Paul Biggs and im sixteen with emo style black hair bangs hanging down my face and i tower above people at six foot two,i also have a quite muscular body and dress goth it was the last day in middle school for me i had failed a year so here i am sitting in class doing nothing since the last week is nothing but movies and social time. Chp.1 I had alot of friends my age in class we sat around talking in Mrs.Denhams math class when the female coach,Ms.Baldwin knocks and walks in looking at Mrs.Denham i could already feel my dick rising just looking at her she was about five foot eight with short dyke like black hair but somehow she makes it look amazing her tits arnt big but like before her frame makes them look good or atleast to me and a subtle ass that seems like it would be firm but flexable."Mrs.Denham could i use Paul for awhile i need to move some stuff around my office" she asked her voice light and almost inviting. "Of course if he wants to go he is free to" Mrs.Denham said with a laugh. I merely shrugged and thanked myself for not letting mydick grow too much or would have had a problem i didnt bring my booksack this day or the past week so i just got up with a friendly smile and followed her. We walked all across campus to get to the Gym, i noticed she was swaying her ass more than she ever did but of course in a way it would only be noticed by someone staring right at it. We walked in the side entrance which may seem confusing because our Gym had four entrances. She stopped right when we got inside the dimly lit six foot hallway that contained the door to the girls lockerroom then the door to the main Gym. the light was bright enough to illuminate the hallway and i looked over to her as to why we stopped she grinned and it was something i had never saw and it made my dick twitch. "Paul i need your help and i want to get straight to the point i see how you look at me all year and heard about how you would give anything for this" she said in a seductive voice that yould would imagine from a pornstar as i blushed in embarassment which wasent like me she grabbed my hand and placed it on her left tit and pushed back into the girls lockerroom with my hand still on her chest she turned us around and locked the door behind her then a though came to me that this locker room was completly soundproof a grenade could go off in here and you would never know it sound wise. "but Mrs.Baldwin....." i ask but at the same time im screaming at myself why even ask i feel like i should but then i feel her hand touch my now throbbing dick and before she says anything her eyes go wide at the feel. At sixteen im by no means small ive had some of my girlfreinds say i should do porn one day. There was lust in her eyes i could see as she dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans and letting them fall she grabbed my cock and hung the almost nine inch that was as thick as my wrist hang right in her face. "God damn paul i heard the rumors from some of the girls you were big but....".she started stroking it which sent chills up my body in a way i was numb to nothing but my dick and decided that it was time to get the show started i put my hand on the back of her head "hahah yeh i know i bet you can't take this huge dick in your mouth" i grinned as she blushed and looked playfully mad. "Ooohh ill show you Mr." She started licking down the throbbing shaft which felt amazing as she started sucking on the head it was no surprise i started moaning under my breath but i actually heard her moaning then as i looked down i saw her hand moving fast between her legs on her mesh shorts i grinned and pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled her up taking off my shirt and hers. "Your a horny bitch for my dick arn't you trying to rub your clit sucking on this big rod?" i said in a voice of authority she looked almost ashamed but grinned and pressed her lips to mine then i noticed something felt stupid for not seeing before i had her shirt still in my hand yet her tits were exposed no bra and my dick twitched her right nipple was peirced and she winked. "Theres more surprises than that" she said happily and walked over to the big table in the middle of the room used for game planning and such and got on her hands and knees with her ass facing me i walked over and she wiggled her sweet ass and removed her shorts to reveal no panties and spread her legs and i saw one she was soaked and two her clit was periced aswell i grinned heavily and picked her up easily getting under my after removing the rest of my cloths and shoved my dick to her lips. "You horny naughty bitch take that dick in your throat or i wont lick your horny pussy" i said in a playful voice that was still commanding she moaned and bent her head to look at me between her legs. "Ohhhh yes talk to me like that call me your dirty cunt im all yours now all i want is this huge cock please lick that soaked pussy" she moaned immediantly shoving my dick down her throat and gagging i moaned harder and started flicking my tongue over her clit feeling the warm metal of the ring through her clit which made her moan hard as her mouth was deep on my dick it sent vibrations like id never felt down my shaft so i started sucking on her clit moving my hand up to finger her i could barely force two fingers in damn she was too fucking tight she started stroking my cock sucking harder and harder as i kept tonging her clit and in just a moment more i felt her pussy squeeze my fingers and she screamed still sucking as her hot honey flooded from her pussy i licked it all around as it soaked my chin and lips and went right back to licking her clit which made her moan almost exhaustedly but i knew she was still full of energy after awhile more of sucking my cock i felt my balls tighen up and i released the biggest load ever from me in her mouth she actually swollowed a good amount i must have shot atleast eight full thick ropes of cum deep into her mouth i felt it drip down my shaft but she was quick and deffinitly did not want to waste she licked my shaft up and down getting all the cum and collapsed then getting right back upturning around face to face "That was the best pussy licking ive ever had" she said grinning and started rocking her pussy lips across my still rock hard cock moaning slightly. "That was an amazing dick fuck i know you loved sucking that huge dick you little cunt" i said with a smile but still kept it commanding and her face showed she loved it. "Please lef me ride this big dick i need something to stretch me out to my limits" she moaned rubbing her periced clit on my cock head. i lifted her up some and pointed my cock up to her outer lips and she braced herself with her knees and i layed back as i watched her squirm slowly sinking on my cock she started screaming and cursing that i loved i grabbed her ass and used the leverage on her to shove the rest of my cock inside her that i was rewarded with her pussy squeezing me hard and a delicious scream of pure pleasure from her lips she started rising up and down impaleing herself on my dick screaming "OH YES FUCK ME FUCK THIS HORNY CUNT GAHHHH SO FUCKING DEEP UHHHHH YES" i had never imagined her screaming about this but i was enjoying it highly i met our hips in the middle and after what seemed like forever she squeezed my dick hard and it got even hotter as more honey slid down my cock and i didnt noticed my own orgasm building but i felt a huge amount of cum shoot deep in her pussy and my first though was amazing but then i started to worry about pregnancy as i stopped cumming she saw the concern on my face and bent down dick still lodged in her and grinned. "Don't worry im on the pill.....and glad i am thats enough cum in here" she wiggeled her pussy around on my dick "to give me triplets" she laughed hard and so did i but my heard sank as i heard a key turn in the lock of the door and it open i bent my head to look at the door and see Mrs.Denham grinning then back at Ms.Baldwin panicked but she kissed me and looked up at my math teacher grinned and said. "Come on in Vanessa it was way more amazing than we ever could imagine" Please give me critisesm i would love it this is my first story of couse and i want rating and comments and the such ~Paul
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I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around you. I nuzzle my nose into your hair and breathe deep of your aroma. I find your earlobe and gently nibble on it. You lean back into me and let out a soft sigh. As I continue to nibble on your earlobe I start to gently caress your body with my hands. I move down from your ear to your neck nibbling and kissing. You grab my hands and place them upon your breast. Your breathing becomes faster and shallower. I continue to caress your breast as I move my kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder. You start to grind your hips into my groin. You can feel the hardness there and continue to rotate your hips. I find the buttons on your blouse and start to unbutton them, slowly, one at a time. Your sighs and moans continue. I open the front of your blouse giving me my first glance at your bra covered tits. I continue to caress them; I can feel your nipples hardening under the palms of my hands. I slide my hands up under the bottom of your bra and lift it up and over your large tits. They bounce as they are released from their confines. You pull away from me and turn towards me. You remove your blouse and then your bra. With one swift movement you grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it up and over my head. You move into my arms where our mouths and tongues find each other. You are like an animal on fire with passion. I return the passion with my own. Your breasts are pressed against my chest and I can feel your hard nipples stabbing into my chest. Our mouths part and I pull back to gaze into your eyes. I can see the fire and the passion burning within them. I lift your breast and lower my head down to one. I suck the nipple into my mouth and flick the hard nub that I find with my tongue. Your sighs and moans continue as I move from breast to breast. Your chest is heaving making it hard to catch your nipple, but I always manage to succeed. I reach down to unfasten your pants; you pull away, slowly unfastening your pants. Your kick your shoes off and wiggle your hips as you pull your pants down over them. I lick my lips at the anticipation of kissing my way down to your hidden treasures. With your pants removed you move back into me and reach down to unfasten my belt. You stop to rub the hardness that you find. Now, it’s my turn to groan and moan. You get my jeans unfastened and then I hear the sound of my zipper as you pull it down. Unfortunately, I have to stop you so that I can sit down to remove my shoes. After having done so, you move back to me and grab my pant legs, pulling them off and leaving me sitting in just my underpants. You come back to me; grab my hands, helping me to stand. You kiss me while inserting your fingers into the waistband of my underpants and push them down. As I step out of them; you push me back on to the edge of the bed. You climb up on me, straddling my hips. I can feel the wetness soaking through your panties as you rub against my cock. I grab your arms and pull you off to the side, reversing our roles. I tell you that this is about you and not me and that I’m sure that I will have my time later. I bend down to kiss you and you wrap your arms around me. You whisper into my ear that you are mine and to take you in any way I want. I start kissing you, moving down your neck and then your shoulders. I make my way down to your luscious tits, taking my time with each. I gently bite your nipples sending shivers through out your body. I move down across your belly to your pubic mound. I slip my fingers into the waistband of your panties and pull them down as I continue to kiss my way down your thigh and leg. I remove your panties and then start to kiss my way back up your other leg. As I get closer to your pussy, the aroma meets me causing my dick to get even harder. Your pussy is dripping wet and you shiver as I place the first of many kisses upon the lips of your treasure chest. I kiss and lick your outer lips, being careful not to touch your clit. Your juices continue to flow as I stick my tongue into your pussy as far as it will reach. I move down and start to lick up from the bottom of your pussy all the way to the top where I finally flick your clit with my tongue. You moan with pleasure as I continue to lick and suck the juices out of your pussy. I insert a finger into your vaginal cavern. You are so hot I want to just shove my cock into you, but I refrain and continue my oral assault upon you. Your sighs and moans become louder and you start to squirm around. I insert a second finger into you. Your vaginal walls close in around my fingers, sucking them deeper into you. As my oral assault upon your clit continues you finally reach down, grabbing my head, pulling my mouth hard into your pussy. Your orgasm overcomes you and you flood my mouth and face with your juices. Your back arches up off the bed; you stiffen as your orgasm hits its peak. I release your clit and bury my tongue into your pussy as your orgasm starts to fade. Your body trembles like little bolts of electricity running through your body each time my tongue licks up the juices that are still running from your pussy. I know I should stop to let you catch your breath, but I want to savor your cum and not let any of it get away from me. Finally you can’t stand anymore and push my head away. My face and mouth are soaked from your orgasm. I kiss my way back up your belly, place a kiss on each of your nipples and then kiss you fully on the mouth, letting you taste your own juices. Our tongues dance for a while then you push me over and pin me down. You tell me that I’m bad, but that you can be bad too and that it’s now my turn. You slide down my body until you are face to face with my throbbing cock. You grasp it pushing down against my belly. You spread my legs out placing yourself between them. You pull the skin tight, pulling my balls up. You lick your lips then go down, licking your way up the seam of my sack between my balls. When you reach the base of my dick, you stop and start over, running your tongue up the seam again. As you listen to my moans you finally continue up the shaft of my throbbing dick. You stop at the head and give it a soft kiss. Then you wrap your lips around the shaft and swallow my cock deep into your throat. I moan out in pleasure, but you come back up letting my cock slip from your mouth. You look up at me and I see an evil grin come across your face. You tell me that it is now your turn to be bad and you slide up my body until your pussy is sitting on my dick. You rub back and forth a few times then you lift yourself up and lower yourself back down impelling yourself on my cock. The smile on your face widens as you start to slowly rock back and forth. I moan loudly as the heat from your pussy soaks into my dick. The walls of your pussy wrap themselves around my shaft and your vaginal muscles begin to work their magic on me. I lay still, not having to move because your pussy is doing all the work. The velvety softness of your pussy is overwhelming and I know that I will not be able to last long. I groan with pleasure as your pussy continues its assault on my cock. As I reach the point of no return I raise my hips to meet your downward thrust. My cock throbs and I unleash my cum into your pussy as my orgasm overcomes me. Your vaginal muscles continue to milk every last drop out of me. As my throbbing subsides you settle down, relaxing the muscles that hold my dick within you. As my cock deflates and slips out of you, you look me in the eyes and that evil grin appears again as you tell me that now it’s your turn to be bad. With that you start to slide your pussy up over my chest and settle down with your pussy over my mouth. You tell me that it is now my turn and you lower your pussy to my mouth. I now know what you are up to, but I do not fight you. I surprise you by grabbing a hold of your hips and burying my tongue into your pussy. I continue to lick and suck our combined juices from your pussy. You try to pull away, but I won’t let you. I keep licking and sucking until you reach another orgasm and flood my face and mouth once more with your juices which washes all my cum out. As your orgasm subsides, you slip off my face and slide down into the bed next to me. You look at my face and see my evil grin shining in our juices. You tell me that was not fair, kiss me once more and snuggle into me where we both drift off into slumber filled with dreams of our next encounter.
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The warmth of my blankets make it close to imposible for me to leave the comfort of freshly cleaned sheets. I could seriously stay in this state of perfection for whole days before wanting to leave. "Ahhhhh," Ryan lets out an exaderated moan. He does this every morning before he slumps out of bed. "Lexaaaa, wake up," he says with a grunt before throwing one of his pillows with his head barely lifted from our bed. In reaction I lift my torso from my personal heaven, reach to Ryan's side of bed and pull the sheets from his body. Hot damn he is sexy. Ryan is made up of slate gray eyes, a strong jaw, and a body that could make a woman cry. He is all mine. "Harsh." "Whatever," I sputter "time to get up either way." I walk to the conjoined bathroom and look in the mirror. I am taller than average hight, but still not big enough to be considerd tall. I am curvy, pretty much average in the in the chest, and have imposibly blue eyes. "What's for breakfast?" Ryan asks me while leaning down wraping his arms around my waist, and settiling his chin onto the crease of my collar bone. "Why dont we hav-" "pancakes?" "Sure," I reply. It doesnt take me long to get dressed and put a smudge of mascara on, my eyelashes are already black and my skin is clear enough for me to forget about coverup. I end up making eggs and toast instead of pancakes due to lack of flour. It was after breakfast that it was time to change into somehing other than sweats and a loose tee. "Come help me," I shouted into the bedroom where Ryan was putting on the average jeans and tee. His tee latched tightly to his muscles making me swell. "My new perfume was put too high in the cupboard. "It can't be that high," Ryan shouted back at me. "Well, it is." Ryan obeyed my command and walked into the bathroom. "why do you even need perfume?" "because, I like to smell like-" I paused and squinted at the bottle Ryan passed to me. "Pink sugar" "is that even a thing?" he asked. "I don't know but it smells good," I said popping open the cap and whirling the scent under his nose. "I still like the way you smell way better," Ryan bent over me. He set his hands on either side of the counter around me forcing me to rather be pressed against the counter or embrased into his chest. I chose the obvious. He had a thick aroma of pine and earth. He's totally ripped and has abs of steel, but I still feel the most comftorble pressed against him. "hmm?" I looked down to confirm that was I was feeling pressed against my torso was what I thought it to be. Mmhm. I was right. He was horny, and honestly so was I. "I love you," Ryan whisperes in to my ear. ryans handfrom the bathroomcounter and snugged them aroung my hips. Ryan leaned closer to me and pressed his lips hard against mine. I think I hear him moan my name as our tongues slide against eachother. He makes me so hot. He hand slides from my hips down to my ass. 'More,' I think to myself. More. Ryan isn't like the other men I've been with. he doesn't treat me like a delicate flower, he's rough, and I love it. His hand grasps my ass making me whine inbetween plesurefull kisses. "To the bed?" he asks me. "Mhhm," I reply with a horny break in my voice. I follow Ryan to the bed. I guess Ryan must have taken his pants of on the way because when he sits down he's in his boxer breifs. I sit facing him against his lap grinding my ass ontop his throbing dick. At this point I am soaking wet, and want him so bad I could cry. He latched his fingers around the waist of my leggings pulling them off of my body, then off came my shirt. I am even more wet then I thought. I am litterally dripping with exciment. I part my legs enough so that I can set my eyes on Ryans buldge. I want it. Ryan leans back as if giving me permission to unveil his throbbing cock. Mmm. It's huge. I cant wait any longer I want him inside of me. I crave him. I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft. I moan as I press my lips against his dick. Ryan lets out a low moan. "Mmmm," I whine as I think Ryan has finaly tanken my desperation into account. He leans forward and grabs my ass. Hard. "Mmmmm," I moan louder and rub my throbbing pussy against his bare dick. Ryan pushes the lace from my underwear to the side exposing my clit to his finger tips. "oh my god," I moan so heavy that Ryan has to support me from falling over. He flips me onto my back effortlessly. He's standing on the floor now, leaning above me. He rubs his thick hard dick against wet clit. "Ryan, stop teasing," I insist of him to stop. I need him now. "Haha," he laughs. His half smile teases me even more and tugs at my heart. "yes!" I scream as he enters me. He's moaning almost as much as me at this point. He slowly tugs his erection in and out of me. I know I have a tight pussy, and if we go any faster right now he will undoubtebly cum. We reprosition so he can place his hands are by my shoulders as he pumps. he brings his knees up onto the bed and I just- "Oh my god baby!" I whine "keep moving yours hips like tha- Oh my god, yes!" now Im the one on the verge of coming. My legs wrap aroung his waist as he pounds me harder. He sets me off again as he twists his hips one last time before he presses his pelvis hard against me. A wave of pur pleasure washes over me making me howl in passion. Ryan lets his chest fall against mine. We both came and it was amazing. "I love you Ryan."
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I remember my first time I was with a man.. I was 22 and my g.f. and I had just broke up the day before. That was thursday so friday I had a shitty day at work and nothing seemed to go right,when I got a 2 way from Lee he is a friend of my ex's and he was wanting to know what had happened. So after explaining to him thaty I was at work and couldnt talk about it now he said (why dont we meat at the "L" for a beer and talk about it after work). I agreed and 4:30 couldnt come quick enough. Not that I was wanting to see him I figured he was just going to try to talk me into going back out with her any ways...But I really wanted to get drunk and find some pussy. Plus that bar is really cool with lots of good music and food . Plus the women are pretty as hell alot of the times. So any ways we met and did some bull shitting and checking out women. Wich for some reason they always seem to flock all over him??? Lee is a rather broad built black man who was 33 at the time and about 6' 3" tall . Not really all that much to look at but he has a rugged appearance about like me. I am white with a dark complection 5' 7" 205 muscular pounds with dark bro hair and eyes with tattoo's all over my arms and back and a 7 inch cock. I dont know exactly how fat my cock is but my ex used to wrap a dollar bill around it and only the edges touched.She would say it was going to be her money maker and teas me saying she was going to put me on the corner for all the rich people to have fun with. Women have always said it was real fat. But I have always thought they were full of shit. But the nite wore on and then it was closing time and it was just me and him out in the parking lot talking next to our vehicals. Well he said. I think I am too shit faced to drive ........"gimme a lift home"?? I said sure and took him to his house wich was about 6 miles from the bar. When we get there he cant find the keys to get into his house when he got a call from Jim the bar tender. Who was real good friends with Lee. He told him he had his keys and does he want to come and get them since he left them on the bar and lee looked at me...I told him not to worry about it I didnt feel like taking my chances to drive clear over ther to get his keys and told him he could crash at my place. He told him to put them into his car under the drivers seat and he would get them tomorrow When we get to my house I showed him were the spare blankets were since he was going to be on my couch. I headed for the shower and when I came out of the shower he was pissing in the tiolet with his back to me. He said I'm sorry but with all the beer I couldnt hold it no longer. Then he asked you dont mind if I get in after you do-do you? Well playing football in school I wasnt afraid to be naked around another man. I said no go ahead and went to get him a towell. When I returned he was already naked turning the shower on and I didnt think much about it. with my towell around my waist I went to my room and dried off and laid down. I must of fell right to sleep because when I woke up I was still on top of my blankets and I was recieving a wonderful head job. I didnt think nothing about it at first. I thought it must be Tabby from down stairs. She was the reason my g.f. broke up with me...For some reason women dont take it too good when they wake up to another woman sucking thier mans dick. Wich she snuck in to my appartment to do alot. It wasnt hard for her she had a key to get my mail and feed my pirahnas since my work always puts me out of town at the worst moments possible. But for some reason this felt sooo much better. I felt like I was about to cum when I reached down to grab her head so I could jam it down her throught when I felt really short nappy hair!!! I opened my eyes and saw Lee and about shit ! I screamed and hollared W.T.F. and fell out of bed trying to crawl away from him. When I hit the floor I screamed for him to get the fuck out because I wasnt a fucking fag. But after I was done he had the nerve to ask me if it felt good?!?!...... I then about shit I got up off of the floor and dove for him grabbing for him I was so mad that I was going to kill him. When I landed on him he rolled me over so I was in a 69 position with him and him over me and he started to suck on my cock again...Wich I might add was sill as hard as ever. his super fat cock was laying on my chin and his ball were over my eyes when I looked up. It seems like all of the fight just left me and all I could say is I'm not gay man. He stopped long enough to say I know. Now I have seen some black cocks in the locker room at the gym from time to time and even seen some back in school but never have I ever wanted to suck one or even look at one. But for some reason when I opened my mouth was I shocked!!!! I loved the taste of his cock and I started to suck on it the way I liked Tabby to suck on mine. he started to moan and then I pushed him off of me . He looked like I brooke his heart when I told him to lay down on his back. He jumped at the chance thinking I was done with him he was now happy to find out he was wrong. I saw his member as he rolled over and was very impressed. at the base of it he was as thick as my wrist and the head was twice the size of mine......I slowly crawled up to his cock and told him "if you tell any one I will kill you" and his 9 inch monster stared to dissappear in my mouth. Now he must of enjoyed it because he started to buck against my mouth gagging the fuck out of me but I kept going down on him and the next thing I knew he was blasting into my hungry mouth. I thought I was going to choke from all of the cum he was shooting into it when I let off I had a mouth full and he was still shooting... CLear up on his chest and face. When he was done I asked him how it was. He told me that no one gives head better than a "STRAIT MAN" and laughed. With that I looked down at my own cock and saw a huge puddle of pre cum on my sheet and said I hope we arent done because there is no way I can sleep with the biggest hard on of my life. He said no and then he asked me to fuck him. I thought about it for a minute...."would that make me gey if I fucked him in his ass?" Then I thought and said out loud fuck it. well I know I always liked Tabby to finger fuck me when I was getting head but only one finger and she always made sure to suck on my ass first to lube it up. I remember the first time she did that I about punched her. But I will tell you that one later. So anyways I sat down on the bed inbetween his legs and lifted his legs up and put his knees on my sholders with his lower legs going down my back. I lifted his ass with my hands and started to lick the little pucker that was twitching when my tounge hit it. Feeling his balls on top of my nose I felt like I was in heaven. The noises he made was incredible. I was in total controll as I ate his wonderfull tasting asshole I knew I was good because I had eaten out alot of womens asses. The taste was nothing different but the smell was alot different. I could smell the musk of his balls on my nose the smell of his nut on my face and my own as well. It was so fucking great I might really be able to get into this shit I thought. Then I heard something I had never expected to hear from him as he then asked me to fuck his little asshole. When I pulled my tounge from his ass it was winking in approval at me. I then got up on my knees and saw my puddle was even larger. He sat up really quickly taking my cock in his hand he said he was going to lick some of the precum off of it first. He went down a couple of times and then he deep throughted me. No woman has ever been able to do that to me. Then as fast as he started he stopped and layed back down on his back. I thought I was going to cry when he stopped but I saw him lifting his legs up and grabbing them just behind the knees and I snapped back to reality. I walked up to him on my knees and slowly pointed my cock at his puckered ass hole and slowly pushed in it. I felt it slowly work its way through the first ring then it stopped and he was tighter then hell. I looked at him as he grabbed my hips pulling on me. Then my cock slid all the way in to the hilt. He screamed and I moaned a low loud moan. I just stayed like that for like 2 minutes savoring the feeling then I slowly started to rock my hips back and forth. I looked into his eyes and he was staring rite through me in pure lust it was beutiful. I have only untill this point in my life saw a woman make a face of pure dispare but he did at that moment. He started to shake all over and the next thing I knew I felt his ass spasming out of controll I looked down to see was shooting another load and I lost it. I stared to ram his ass as hard as I could feeling him cum had just sent me over the edge. I was getting ready to release when he asked me to stop and shoot it in his mouth I pulled my cock out of his ass with a slippery wet squishing noise and looked at it and was supprised to not see any shit on it. I had always had shit on my cock when fucking a woman in her ass. He jumpend onto his hands and knees and I fell to my back then he grabbed my tool with his left hand and started to cuck on my cock when he stopped only for a second he put 2 fingers in his mouth and got them all wet then he placed my cock back in his mouth and started to suck my cock again I was on the edge when he pushed hard on my ass and shoved his fingers all of the way in untill his hand was against me . He started to fuck me like crazy with his long ass digits when with his free fingers and tumb grabbed my ever tightining sack and squeezed now I thought I had came before but I was in pure bliss as he drank spurt after spurt of my cock. I must have shot at least ten spruts of cum untill it felt so good it actually hurt a little and I made him stop. I was afraid if he didnt my ass would sink clear through the bed and floor and fall in to Tabby's bed room. As I finished cumming I heard a cough from behind us and it was Tabby standing there. I was shocked at first untill I saw she was standing there with a wicked smile on her face. Naked as the day she was born her hand inbetween her spread legs rubbing a thousand miles an hour. She was sweating as bad as we were and she asked us why didnt I come and get her.....Apparently he beat her to the head job earlier. She siad she had seen the whole thing and didnt want to interrupt us fearing we would have stopped. but now she had some thing else in mind................I hopped you all like the story it is all true and if you did like it I have plenty more to tell......
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I get to the front door as your close friend is walking out. She has a devilish grin and says, "enjoy your dessert!!". I questionably say, "Thanks". I enter the house, it's really quiet. I call your name, but there’s no answer. I walk to the family room, and your not there, check the kitchen and still no you. I walk into the dining room and to my surprise there you are............. Naked, your arms tied above your head to the table legs, your butt is at the edge of the other end of the table, and your ankles are also tied to the table legs. At closer inspection, there is what appears to be marshmallow cream on your breasts with a peanut on top. You have strawberry sauce down the center of your torso to your belly button, in which appears to be a chocolate sauce, and from there is a caramel sauce leading to your "good part" covered in cool whip. You have something in your mouth, so you do not speak. I look and there is a note at your side, it reads, "Happy Birthday lover, I got you something sweat to eat, please follow the directions below: 1. You must start at my breasts, and clean them before moving on. 2. Upon cleaning my entire body with your mouth and tongue, you are to make love to me, not releasing me, if you need some help getting started you can take the gag out of my mouth for some encouragement, but I doubt you will need that. 3. After you cum deep inside me you are to kiss my private area and lick me clean. 4. After you clean me, you are to remove the restraints on my ankles, help me slide my head to the end of the table so it can hang off the edge, keeping my hands tied, you are to remove my gag and place your member in my mouth for a proper cleaning. 5. Whatever else you can think of, I'm yours!!!" I remove my shirt, as I know this is going to get a little messy. I lean over toward you, my tongue extended and place it on your side just below your outstretched arm. You jump as you didn't expect that. Without removing my tongue, I slowly lick up toward your nipple, your breast moves slightly due to the pressure from my tongue. I stop short of your nipple and move back down to your side, moving over slightly, I repeat this process, licking upward, but stopping short of your nipple. This marshmallow cream is sticky stuff and I decide there is no way to make your breasts "perfectly" clean, as I am not that patient. I return to said starting point, move over alittle more and repeat, I press down hard letting my tongue really press into your breast. You let out a slight moan as you excitement builds. After about 20 licks around your breast, I see that all that is left is your nipple covering. I lean over it and flick the peanut off of you into my mouth and quickly chew it. Next I lean forward, mouth open wide to go around your nipple and take in the marshmallow cream. I clamp down on your breast with suction from my mouth. You jump again. My tongue starts to flick and go to work on the cream. Not letting go with the suction, I lick and flick all over your nipple, pressing down on it as I lick, sucking it up onto my mouth, and flicking over the tip of it, as you softly moan and arch your back, rasing your breast to my face. I let go of my suction with the sound of a "pop". I stand there admiring my work, and your gorgeous body. I walk around to the other side of the table to repeat this assault on your other breast. Again, I have you moaning and arching your back by the time I get to cleaning your nipple off. I stand, stretching my back due to the poor posture of leaning over you for soo long. Satisfied with the cleaning of your breasts I move on............ The thin line of strawberry sauce come up way easy, as I lick from the center of your breasts down to your belly button. The pool of chocolate sauce is overflowing from your belly button due to your breathing. I lean down and clamp my mouth around it, and slurp of the fluid. I then stick my tongue out circling around your belly button, then dive it into it to be sure that it is clean. This turns you on some more as you are breathing alittle heavier. I start on the caramel sauce, this is alittle more stickier and requires more pressure. I decide to go to the end of the table between your spread legs, to continue with the caramel. Restarting at your belly button, I press down hard with my tongue to be sure to get most of the sauce as I go. When I get to the "good part", you instinctively raise your body off the table to meet my face, but I tell you to slow down, I need to get the rest of the caramel. I retrace the caramel path from your belly button to the end. Have I told you before that I love cool whip? Not cause of where it is spread, but that certainly doesn't make me like it any less....... I pull one of the chairs up so I can get more comfortable for my feast. I start as far out as possible and gently lick the cool whip, it's melting due to your hotness, so it comes off real easy, but your friend put this layer on extra thick, which is fine by me. As I get to bare skin, I apply pressure with my tongue to clean you better and you jump with excitement. I lick the cool whip, leaving a vertical path at your opening, you are breathing quite heavy in anticipation of what’s next. I decide just to dive right in, pushing my whole face into the cool whip, mouth open, tongue extended, licking and nibbling and sucking in the cool whip. I pull one of your lips away from your body with the suction of my mouth, as you moan. Then I quickly stick my tongue into you to be sure there is no cool whip there, I lick up and down your lips raising my head as I get closer to your clit. There is a small layer of slightly melted cool whip around it, and that must be removed to expose it. I push my open mouth down around the area, sucking in like I am drinking a milk shake, your flesh pulls away from your body into my mouth and you moan some more. I extend my tongue to touch your clit and you jump. I flatten in over your clit, smothering it, and slowly lick at it. Slowly at first, sucking on it, and flicking over it and around it. Your breathing gets heavier as I know you are getting closer to a climax. I increase the speed and the pressure, as you raise your hips up into my face. My pace quickens, as does the suction, your breathing loudly now, and almost thrashing around as you reach that point, with one last big effort, I lock onto your clit as your whole body shakes as you have a massive explosion. Your almost convulsing as you do, your hips off the table as much as you can, my face buried and attached to you. You move your head side to side, moaning as you do, as you cum, but being tied down, you can't move very far.................. I slowing start to loosen my suction as you begin to calm down. I give you little pecks of kisses all around that area, as your breathing gets closer to a normal pace. Needless to say, after that show, I am fully erect and ready to move onto step 3 of the night, so no extra encouragement will be needed. I stand and unclasp my jeans, shimming them down along with my boxer/briefs in one fell swoop. I step up to the table, take my member in my hand and playfully smack it's hardness down onto your exposed, moist part. You jump. I take my member and slowly rub it up and down your opening, your lips spread inviting me in. I pull away and smack it down onto you, and again you jump and sigh in frustration. You want me inside of you!! I again rub my guy around your moist lips and slowly insert the tip, just barely the tip and hold it there. You squirm and try to move to take me in, but you cannot move enough, and I quickly pull out. Again you sigh. I take my member and rub up and down again, this time as your lips part I insert past the head, you moan as you think you are getting what you want, and I quickly with drawl. You move your body, as best you can in frustration, I look into your eyes, you cannot speak, but your eyes are desperately telling me to make love to you. I take my guy and quickly with no warning insert inside of you, past your lips, all the way in. You jump in surprise and let out a big moan. I slowly withdraw, not all the way, leaving my head inside of you and quickly slam forward again. This motion is met with a grunt from you as the table shakes. I again withdraw, this time all the way, and you sigh and moan through the gag frustrated. I insert again, to the hilt, and quickly withdraw partially and slam back in. I slowly withdraw and re-insert, damn you are hot I think to myself. I am beginning to build to a steady rythym as I piston in and out of your Netherlands. With my right hand, I reach down and gently pinch your clit, as you moan. I gently massage it in between my finger and thumb. My pace quickens as does the pressure on your clit, you are moaning and begin to loose control of your body. With my free hand, I reach up and gently pinch your left nipple, then I bear down harder on it and your clit as I start to sweat from the pistoning in and out of your beautiful body. I am ready to cum, so with one last thrust, I impale myself into you, holding it there, as I play with your clit and nipple as you cum as well. My member is throbbing as it pumps my seed deep inside of you, as again you shake and thrash your head from side to side. I stay inside of you as we both calm down catching our breath, and I start to lose the stiffness. I slowly pull out as you try to protest, but you are unable to other than make some inaudible noises. I sit down quickly admiring your intimate area, as I press my face into your wetness. You jump, as I take a long drawn out swipe with my tongue all the way to the top at your clit. I drag my tongue back down slowly, as your lips stay open, inviting me in. I swirl my tongue from side to side, as I stick more of it into your depths. You try to moan through the gag, but you can't. My tongue is stretched as far as it can, my face pressed firmly between your legs, as I lick and make love to your tunnel with my tongue. Your wetness combined with my fluid has an intoxicating scent and taste, as I hungrily lick, slurp and eat our fluids. Your breathing begins to get more deliberate as your excitement builds, I begin to move my whole head, as I try to get deeper inside of you, as I continue to lick you, pushing my face with more pressure into you. My tongue is buried deep inside of you, moving around, playfully licking. I take both hands and reach up around the outside of your thighs and touch your breasts. In this position, I squeeze my arms tight against your legs, actually pulling your thighs close to my head, almost squishing my ears as I hold you tight and close to me. With my fingers, I playfully tweak and pinch your nipples. I grab hold of your whole boob and squeeze, then return to your nipples. Meanwhile, you are breathing heavier, as my tongue assault continues on your most private parts. You are moving your hips up and down on my face, as best you can, me squeezing your legs to my head and playing with your boobs proves to me too much, you tense up, not moving a muscle as you moan in the gag, letting go of the biggest orgasm of the day. I bear down hard on your nipples with pressure between my finger and thumb, sending pain signals to your brain but the pleasure signals from down below over ride them, and you moan as you cum and continue to cum. You are breathing heavy, trying to catch your breathe, as I release the pressure on your nipples, but my tongue is still inside of you, just gently licking up and down as you calm down. Your breathing is almost normal, as I pull my face away, our eyes meet lovingly and you roll your eyes back, as you cannot believe how incredible that was. Seeing you cum like that, and me being the one to cause you to cum like that has my member hard again, and is still in need of the promised cleaning. Per instruction #5, I untie your legs, and you straighten them out to get the blood flow back into your feet. I stand and gently put my hands under your armpits and pull you forward on the table, so your head is hanging off the edge as requested. You help, shimming along the way. I stand at the head of the table, with my member poised right at your mouth. I remove the gag, and you open your mouth for me to enter you. With your head hanging down, I enter your mouth, you tongue rubs across my member. Your lips clamp down onto me, as I slowly withdraw, you are tasting yourself for the first time. The smell is intoxicating, as you think about the flavors, how they got there and where they are from. I slowly and gently piston in and out of your opened, "O" shaped mouth. I look down and see your boobs, inviting my hands to come play with them. I love boobs!. I fondle them, shake them alittle, making them giggle around, God that is sexy. Almost forgot, as I make love in your mouth, my excitement builds, playing with your boobs helps with that as well. I know your not big on tasting semen, but in this situation, the way I see it, you have no choice, so I continue moving myself in and out of your mouth. It feels so good, warm and wet, and playing with your boobs just starts to send me over the edge, I am moving faster, then at the moment of release, I stop inside your mouth, as my member throbs and empties it’s load in your mouth. I hold it there for a moment as I catch my breathe. I withdraw completely and help pull you back up so your head is resting on the table. I lean down to kiss you, my face still damp from your wetness, as we kiss we open our mouths, and to my surprise, I find a salty film still in your mouth, as you held it there to share with me. I hungrily tongue wrestle with you savoring the flavor and getting turned on knowing I deposited that in your mouth and now you are sharing it with me. As I smash my face into yours, I slowing guide my hand down your belly to your warm spot. I press down firmly at your clit, and move my hand side to side quickly, as we make out. You attempt to protest, but with my other hand, I hold your face close to mine. As I quickly rub across your clit, you are able to move cause your legs are free, your feet are on the table and you push your torso up to meet my hand. You are going to cum again, I can feel it, so I continue the steady rythym, till french kissing you all the while. You start to shake, your torso still raised in the air, humping my hand as I rub, you begin to cum, you turn your head away from my kiss and scream, "Oooooohhh Gooooooddddd...........Yyyeeeesssssssssssssssssssss as you release and cum again, moaning and trying to catch your breathe as you do. This one doesn’t last as long, and you slowly lower your torso back to the table, and let out the biggest sigh.........."That was incredible, you’re incredible" you say in between your heavy breaths. All steps for my birthday are complete, well sorta, you are mine for what ever else I want, so I untie your arms, and help you to your feet. I wrap my arms around you, hugging your nakedness close to my body. I take you by the hand and lead you upstairs and start the shower. I inform you that I will now clean, with soap this time, your sweaty, sticky, sexy body and you are to just stand there as I do.
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I knew that I was in trouble when I finally called her.. Her voice was cold and sharp drawing me in and making me listen to her short snaps. Her words made me still and they cut against my ear like a sharp blade. I am careful not to speed to her house, getting pulled over now is just about the worst thing that could happen. Being tardy is what got me into this dilemma in the first place. I knew I was in for a big punishment tonight after standing her up for dinner. I promised to take her somewhere nice but I got side tracked with my friends and totally forgot. until I got in my car and saw my phone. Her missed calls. Her unanswered texts. It all came back to me. We were going to have a nice night out on the town. Something that we don't get to do very often. We both go to school full time and have jobs on top of that. Its winter break and we both finally have a little more time. I cursed myself for being so forgetful. I knew that she will have gotten all dressed up. She was so excited for tonight. But now I know that tonight, though still amazing will be hard to get through. She will make sure of that. When I pull up to her house i can see her silhouette through the curtains moving about in her kitchen. When I get closer to the door I can hear the music she is playing. Some kind of crazy bass dropping songs that she likes to dance to when she is alone. Sometimes I will spy on her and its strange how she loses herself. Dancing with no rhyme or reason and for no one but herself to watch her. I allow myself to look at her through the window for a moment while she goes about the kitchen like a real life Tasmanian devil. I unlock the door and step into her home. I see a dark purple dress on the couch and a pair of tights close by and a pair of heels. It must have been what she was wearing tonight I had never seen the dress before.. She would have looked lovely wearing that tonight but now I might never get that privilege of seeing her in such a stunning outfit. I walk around the corner so she can see me. She stops in her tracks and stops her music. I can feel her gaze on me. She controls me and I have no choice but to listen to her. My mistress, my Goddess, my owner. She walks over to me her bare feet tapping the tile while she walks. She is wearing baggy red sweats and a tight old T shirt. The sight of her is still amazing and I feel myself getting hard. Just the sight of her and all the things she has in store for me tonight makes my blood rush a little faster. She sees my eyes wandering and then I see her icy gaze. I love to look my master in her eyes. She is so God damn sexy! “What the fuck are you looking at bitch?! You have lost that privilege.” She snaps. My eyes dart quickly to the floor and I nod my head. “I'm so sorry mistress. I lost track of time. Please Amanda, let me look at you.” I whimper. It gives way to my demeanor being strong and muscular I can easily take her down if I wanted but I am putty in her hands. I am her slave. “How dare you call me by my name. You have lost that privilege as well.” She says. Her words as sharp as a blade once again. She knows exactly how to turn me on. She throws something at me. “Put in on whore.” Its my collar. The new one she got me not to long ago. Sharp spikes all around. I size it up and fasten it around my neck as whisper I'm sorry mistress over and over and over. She links my collar to a chain and starts leading me down the hallway to her bedroom. I keep my eyes down and follow her feet. However instead of going to her room as I predicted she takes a left turn into her master bathroom. She chained me to the curtain rod and demanded me to strip. I did as she said I took off my jacket and jeans. As I took off my boxers I dared to look at her to see if she was looking at how huge my dick had gotten. She was turned around taking off her makeup in the mirror. I can't take off my shirt without taking off my collar. Shit. She won't care. “Whats the hold up I said strip. Don't you want to obey your master?” She says not even glancing in my direction through the mirror. “I can't take off my shirt without taking off the collar mistress. What do you want me to do master?” I knew it was a stupid thing to say as it rolls off my tongue I wish I could take it back. She spins on her heel and looks straight at me making me gasp. Her eyes staring at me so intensely and her hands on her hips. She is a woman that knows how to take control. “That sound like a personal problem to me. I want one not the other” She crosses her arms. “Figure it out.” I figure it out quickly. She loves my arms. My strength and my inability to use it on her. I could turn my entire body into muscle and it would render me useless when I was with her. My submissive behavior would get the better of me. I know what she wants and I make sure not to look upset that I'm ripping apart my new shirt. She can see my naked body in front of her and I see a small smile creep onto her face. Now shower. Call for me when you're finished. With that she leaves the bathroom and disappears around the door. I start the shower and step in using the body wash and shampoo she keeps for me here. My mind is buzzing with my thoughts about her and my cock is hard as can be but I don't dare touch it. She will know. When I lather up my body i'm careful not to linger at my crotch or slip a finger into my ass. I rinse off and turn off the water. There is no towel. I call out for her “Mistress…” I expect to hear her footsteps right away. Coming to fetch me but after a long silence I call to her again. A little louder and I can hear the thick layer or desperation that accompanies it. She knows that I am desperate. desperate for her touch for her hands to trace the outline if my abs. I am desperate for her hand to travel down my body past my abs and to my hard dick but I know that this is not a romantic evening she has planned for me. Not any more that is. “I heard you the first time slut.” She is right outside the bathroom door. I wish I could see her. I want to see her so badly. “Put this on.” She says and her arm curves around the corner and tosses me a torn up piece of fabric. I recognize it immediately. I was right I'll never get to see her in that amazing dress. “Use it as a blindfold” she instructs. I hold it in my hands for a moment before i tie it behind my head. Not a minute later I hear her footsteps patting the tile floor of the bathroom. My breath is hot and gets heavy. There is something about being blindfolded. It makes me crazy. I have no idea what to expect or what's going to happen. It really brings me into the moment. The here and now. I listen closer and I know she is taking the chain down from the curtain rod. I jump as she makes her first contact with me of the night. A hand to my ass a loud *smack* echos through the bathroom. My cheek stings. Again her hand comes down on my ass. My other cheek burns now too and I know i deserve this. My breath is staggered and i bend over for her. “Thank you master. Thank you master.” Six more slaps. Three for each cheek. Six more thank yous. Each one meaning more than the last. When I brace myself for more I don't feel the sharp sting on my ass again but instead i had her feet moving again and when she yanks on my chain I almost fall on my face. She leads me into her room I feel the familiar carpet under my feet and then she pushes me against a wall. She stands on her toes to kiss my neck and her hands are on my waist. My cock is at attention waiting for something that I know will not happen for some time. She kisses down my arm as she pushes it against the wall and then i feel her tighten something around my wrist. My leather cuffs. They are tight but don't scratch and bruise me like the old cuffs we had. Once I realize what she has done she is already on the other side of my body strapping in my other wrist with another cuff. They have been taken apart in the middle and drilled into the wall. There is little give in my restrains i realize when I struggle lightly against them. Her hands leave my body and I whimper. I want nothing more than her touch. “Whats the matter slut?” Do you want to touch me or something? You think you deserve that?” She demands my answers but my answers will never be enough. My words that beg for forgiveness but she will not give it to me. “Please forgive me master I am so sorry. It wont happen again. Ill be a good boy Ill be a good sex toy. Ill be your fuck doll. Please my goddess forgive me. I beg you. Please please touch me again. Please make me your bitch. I want you to play with your toy. I'm a good toy master. Please play with me! I'm sorry for being a bad boy. Ill be better. Ill listen. I'm begging you master!” I'm panting when I feel a hand on my chest. Its cold against my skin and i melt for her. I smile as she touches me but it fades as she speaks. “I waited for you. Tonight was supposed to be special and you forgot about it. About me.” She let me know how hurt she was by my negligence and my heart is torn. Her hand disappeared from my chest and is replaced by something colder than her hand that makes me flinch. It melts on my skin and runs down my body. Its cold and I try to back away from it but she presses it harder into my chest sending the cold deeper into my body. She runs the ice against my chest and then down my abs. The ice is even colder now as it melts to the more sensitive parts of my body. My muscles tighten and then she grips the ice in her fist letting the chill drops plop onto my erection. I moan loudly for her. “Do you want me to grab your dick with my ice cold hand?” “Yes Mistress! Please please grab my dick. I want you. I need you to.” I can already feel her fingers grabbing a hold of it but its only in my imagination in reality it does not happen. instead I feel a slight sting as she decides instead to slap my dick around a little then in a quick motion i feel something in my ass it stings a little from the sudden entry but its one of my smaller but plugs so my ass adjusts quickly and I let out a deep moan and relax a few of my muscles. My body still dripping from the showed allowed her to get it in so easily. I wanted more. “You're going to be a good slut tonight and you're gonna take it like the whore you are.” Her words are cold again and the guard she had let down only moments before was back up. She had plans for tonight and wasn't going to let her hurt feelings get in the way of it. I nod frantically. “Yes yes mistress. You can do whatever you like to me. I'm your slut, your little fuck doll. I'm only here to pleasure you my goddess.” I scramble for my words as she moves the ice back up my torso and along my arms. She unhooks the first restraint and as she shifts to take off the next restraint i feel her him brush the tip of my dick and I make a mistake. I move my hand to put it on her hip. As soon as I feel her smooth skin I just as quickly feel a slap against my arm and she grabs my collar and throws me on the bed. I am only more aroused now. Knowing she is either naked or at the very least not wearing a top and low cut jeans. I don't think she was wearing pants. I felt her knees when she was kissing my neck but she had used her elbows to keep us from touching too much. She pulls up my hips and I am forced back into the moment. My head is buried in her mountain of pillows and my ass is in the air. I had her turn on a vibrator. She puts it on my skin. Its freezing! Did she just stick everything in the freezer tonight or something?! I Let my body relax against the cold and she creeps the cold steel vibrator closer to my ass. “What do you want whore?” She demands “I want that freezing vibrator in my ass! I want it so bad. Please put it inside me mistress.” but to my surprise she instead takes the cool vibrator away and snatches the plug out of me and its almost instantly replaced by something strange and foreign. It squirts a warm liquid inside of me. “what is that mistress?” I ask after my ass is dripping from whatever she just filled me with. “wouldn't you like to know slut” she taunts me and starts moving it in and out of my ass. I feel the ridges on the side and it makes me smile a little. “A turkey baster?” I ask. She doesn't answer me with words and instead pulls it out and replaces it with another frozen dildo. “Ahhhh” i scream. Its a larger dildo and she immediately starts to fuck me with it. after a few pounds it starts to warm up and feel better. all the temperatures that are involved tonight makes me feel amazing. she has the little vibrator again and as she plays with it next to my ass i feel a little lube on it. She slides it in slowly letting me adjust to the new toy inside me. It hurts but all I can say is thank you mistress. She flips me over and I gasp. I didn't realize how hard it was to breath underneath all her pillows and my head crumpled in with her blankets. I'm panting with a vibrator and dildo shoved in ass. I love the feeling. And then I love something even more. Her hand creeping up my thigh. I moan and let her know how much I'm enjoying this. “If i suck your dick are you going to cum?” She asks. I know she loves to suck my cock and she is very good at it too. I want it so bad but right now I can't make her a promise I don't know I can keep. “I don't know mistress” I answer her truthfully and her hand disappears from me again. “No don't go mistress. I'm sorry. I wont I wont cum I promise. Ill be good please suck my dick. Please I won't cum. Ill do whatever your want. I feel a pinch on my nipple and it stays Then again on my other nipple. I feel her hands behind my head and my blindfold falls. I almost lose myself when i see her naked before me. round breasts, full ass and curvy hips. I gaze at her and my jaw must have dropped because she shoves a dildo in my mouth. “Suck bitch” She says and moves the dildo in my mouth. I suck on in ferociously like I want her to do to my dick. “Good boy” She says as she bites her lower lip. “Is that how you would like me to suck on your cock?” I nod my head and gran though the dildo in my mouth. She keeps the dildo in my mouth and starts to pull out the toys in my mouth letting a few more drops of the warm liquid from earlier drip out. It looks like soapy dish water. “You're going to cum with an empty ass.” She knows how much i love having something in my ass when I cum. It feels so good and now that she has stretched it out it feels even more empty. I want her to put more inside of me. I frown and put but then her hand touches my thigh again and I ignore my emptiness for a moment. She pulls the dildo out from my mouth and I watch her slide it gently into her pussy and she gets on her knees pulling her legs together so she won't squeeze it out of her tight warm pussy. I love it so much when she allows me to be inside her. She feels so amazing. I know what she wants now. “Please mistress. Will you suck my cock. Please let me cum in your mouth. Please master suck me off. I want to cum so so bad. Please!!” I can't contain it much longer with or without her lips engulfing my cock. She knows it too and she can't resist the satisfaction of her work. She goes down on my cock. It always feels amazing. I want my toys in my ass but I am being punished. I let her lips take me away and I grab the sheets and moan loudly as I fil up her mouth with my cum. “Oh Fuck” I moan and my body goes limp. Suddenly she is on top of me and she puts her lips to mine and spits my cum into my mouth. She plugs my nose and covers my mouth. “Swallow” She says and I obey. She takes the dildo out of her pussy and it shimmers with her juices and she puts in in my ass. I smile at her and she smiles back. One of my favorite sites. She moves in in and out of me slowly. With her laying next to me and the sensation in my ass again it doesn't take long for me to get another erection. She finds one of my toys that stays in place that was about the same size as the dildo she just had in me and lets me put it in my ass. She pulls my legs together and climbs on top of me. This must have been what she was planning in the first place. A romantic evening. but then the teasing starts again and she flashes me a wicked smile. She would graze the tip with her lips but never let any part of me slip inside of her. “I don't know if I can forgive you for forgetting about me tonight.” “You know how sorry I am please forgive me my goddess” After that it was basically word vomit. I couldn't hold back I told her about how much i needed her and how much she means to me. That I would be nothing without her and I begged and begged her to for her to forgive me over and over again. I was whimpering and begging for her to stop teasing me. It felt like a lifetime but she finally let herself down on me. She moved slowly and then picked up pace laying her hands on my chest. I hold her hips as she bounces on me and I feel the toy in my ass. This moment is so perfect and I know I need permission to cum. I almost forget and I ask only seconds before exploding. She manages to say yes between her groans and as she feels me cum inside of her she smiles and climbs off of me, she flops on her back to catch her breath and she smiles at me and i turn to look at her. “Thank you so very much mistress.” “You're welcome Chris, my slave.” She talks to me sweetly now and pulls the toy out of me. We cuddle and sleep together and I know that she has forgiven me. The next day is her day. She has me all to herself. No distractions. Ill make her know that I'm sorry. Ill buy her a new dress and take her to a fancy dinner for two. She is my world and I know i can't let her fall by the wayside any longer. I need my master. Without her I am nothing. The Endish
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I knew that I was in trouble when I finally called her.. Her voice was cold and sharp drawing me in and making me listen to her short snaps. Her words made me still and they cut against my ear like a sharp blade. I am careful not to speed to her house, getting pulled over now is just about the worst thing that could happen. Being tardy is what got me into this dilemma in the first place. I knew I was in for a big punishment tonight after standing her up for dinner. I promised to take her somewhere nice but I got side tracked with my friends and totally forgot. until I got in my car and saw my phone. Her missed calls. Her unanswered texts. It all came back to me. We were going to have a nice night out on the town. Something that we don't get to do very often. We both go to school full time and have jobs on top of that. Its winter break and we both finally have a little more time. I cursed myself for being so forgetful. I knew that she will have gotten all dressed up. She was so excited for tonight. But now I know that tonight, though still amazing will be hard to get through. She will make sure of that. When I pull up to her house i can see her silhouette through the curtains moving about in her kitchen. When I get closer to the door I can hear the music she is playing. Some kind of crazy bass dropping songs that she likes to dance to when she is alone. Sometimes I will spy on her and its strange how she loses herself. Dancing with no rhyme or reason and for no one but herself to watch her. I allow myself to look at her through the window for a moment while she goes about the kitchen like a real life Tasmanian devil. I unlock the door and step into her home. I see a dark purple dress on the couch and a pair of tights close by and a pair of heels. It must have been what she was wearing tonight I had never seen the dress before.. She would have looked lovely wearing that tonight but now I might never get that privilege of seeing her in such a stunning outfit. I walk around the corner so she can see me. She stops in her tracks and stops her music. I can feel her gaze on me. She controls me and I have no choice but to listen to her. My mistress, my Goddess, my owner. She walks over to me her bare feet tapping the tile while she walks. She is wearing baggy red sweats and a tight old T shirt. The sight of her is still amazing and I feel myself getting hard. Just the sight of her and all the things she has in store for me tonight makes my blood rush a little faster. She sees my eyes wandering and then I see her icy gaze. I love to look my master in her eyes. She is so God damn sexy! “What the fuck are you looking at bitch?! You have lost that privilege.” She snaps. My eyes dart quickly to the floor and I nod my head. “I'm so sorry mistress. I lost track of time. Please Amanda, let me look at you.” I whimper. It gives way to my demeanor being strong and muscular I can easily take her down if I wanted but I am putty in her hands. I am her slave. “How dare you call me by my name. You have lost that privilege as well.” She says. Her words as sharp as a blade once again. She knows exactly how to turn me on. She throws something at me. “Put in on whore.” Its my collar. The new one she got me not to long ago. Sharp spikes all around. I size it up and fasten it around my neck as whisper I'm sorry mistress over and over and over. She links my collar to a chain and starts leading me down the hallway to her bedroom. I keep my eyes down and follow her feet. However instead of going to her room as I predicted she takes a left turn into her master bathroom. She chained me to the curtain rod and demanded me to strip. I did as she said I took off my jacket and jeans. As I took off my boxers I dared to look at her to see if she was looking at how huge my dick had gotten. She was turned around taking off her makeup in the mirror. I can't take off my shirt without taking off my collar. Shit. She won't care. “Whats the hold up I said strip. Don't you want to obey your master?” She says not even glancing in my direction through the mirror. “I can't take off my shirt without taking off the collar mistress. What do you want me to do master?” I knew it was a stupid thing to say as it rolls off my tongue I wish I could take it back. She spins on her heel and looks straight at me making me gasp. Her eyes staring at me so intensely and her hands on her hips. She is a woman that knows how to take control. “That sound like a personal problem to me. I want one not the other” She crosses her arms. “Figure it out.” I figure it out quickly. She loves my arms. My strength and my inability to use it on her. I could turn my entire body into muscle and it would render me useless when I was with her. My submissive behavior would get the better of me. I know what she wants and I make sure not to look upset that I'm ripping apart my new shirt. She can see my naked body in front of her and I see a small smile creep onto her face. Now shower. Call for me when you're finished. With that she leaves the bathroom and disappears around the door. I start the shower and step in using the body wash and shampoo she keeps for me here. My mind is buzzing with my thoughts about her and my cock is hard as can be but I don't dare touch it. She will know. When I lather up my body i'm careful not to linger at my crotch or slip a finger into my ass. I rinse off and turn off the water. There is no towel. I call out for her “Mistress…” I expect to hear her footsteps right away. Coming to fetch me but after a long silence I call to her again. A little louder and I can hear the thick layer or desperation that accompanies it. She knows that I am desperate. desperate for her touch for her hands to trace the outline if my abs. I am desperate for her hand to travel down my body past my abs and to my hard dick but I know that this is not a romantic evening she has planned for me. Not any more that is. “I heard you the first time slut.” She is right outside the bathroom door. I wish I could see her. I want to see her so badly. “Put this on.” She says and her arm curves around the corner and tosses me a torn up piece of fabric. I recognize it immediately. I was right I'll never get to see her in that amazing dress. “Use it as a blindfold” she instructs. I hold it in my hands for a moment before i tie it behind my head. Not a minute later I hear her footsteps patting the tile floor of the bathroom. My breath is hot and gets heavy. There is something about being blindfolded. It makes me crazy. I have no idea what to expect or what's going to happen. It really brings me into the moment. The here and now. I listen closer and I know she is taking the chain down from the curtain rod. I jump as she makes her first contact with me of the night. A hand to my ass a loud *smack* echos through the bathroom. My cheek stings. Again her hand comes down on my ass. My other cheek burns now too and I know i deserve this. My breath is staggered and i bend over for her. “Thank you master. Thank you master.” Six more slaps. Three for each cheek. Six more thank yous. Each one meaning more than the last. When I brace myself for more I don't feel the sharp sting on my ass again but instead i had her feet moving again and when she yanks on my chain I almost fall on my face. She leads me into her room I feel the familiar carpet under my feet and then she pushes me against a wall. She stands on her toes to kiss my neck and her hands are on my waist. My cock is at attention waiting for something that I know will not happen for some time. She kisses down my arm as she pushes it against the wall and then i feel her tighten something around my wrist. My leather cuffs. They are tight but don't scratch and bruise me like the old cuffs we had. Once I realize what she has done she is already on the other side of my body strapping in my other wrist with another cuff. They have been taken apart in the middle and drilled into the wall. There is little give in my restrains i realize when I struggle lightly against them. Her hands leave my body and I whimper. I want nothing more than her touch. “Whats the matter slut?” Do you want to touch me or something? You think you deserve that?” She demands my answers but my answers will never be enough. My words that beg for forgiveness but she will not give it to me. “Please forgive me master I am so sorry. It wont happen again. Ill be a good boy Ill be a good sex toy. Ill be your fuck doll. Please my goddess forgive me. I beg you. Please please touch me again. Please make me your bitch. I want you to play with your toy. I'm a good toy master. Please play with me! I'm sorry for being a bad boy. Ill be better. Ill listen. I'm begging you master!” I'm panting when I feel a hand on my chest. Its cold against my skin and i melt for her. I smile as she touches me but it fades as she speaks. “I waited for you. Tonight was supposed to be special and you forgot about it. About me.” She let me know how hurt she was by my negligence and my heart is torn. Her hand disappeared from my chest and is replaced by something colder than her hand that makes me flinch. It melts on my skin and runs down my body. Its cold and I try to back away from it but she presses it harder into my chest sending the cold deeper into my body. She runs the ice against my chest and then down my abs. The ice is even colder now as it melts to the more sensitive parts of my body. My muscles tighten and then she grips the ice in her fist letting the chill drops plop onto my erection. I moan loudly for her. “Do you want me to grab your dick with my ice cold hand?” “Yes Mistress! Please please grab my dick. I want you. I need you to.” I can already feel her fingers grabbing a hold of it but its only in my imagination in reality it does not happen. instead I feel a slight sting as she decides instead to slap my dick around a little then in a quick motion i feel something in my ass it stings a little from the sudden entry but its one of my smaller but plugs so my ass adjusts quickly and I let out a deep moan and relax a few of my muscles. My body still dripping from the showed allowed her to get it in so easily. I wanted more. “You're going to be a good slut tonight and you're gonna take it like the whore you are.” Her words are cold again and the guard she had let down only moments before was back up. She had plans for tonight and wasn't going to let her hurt feelings get in the way of it. I nod frantically. “Yes yes mistress. You can do whatever you like to me. I'm your slut, your little fuck doll. I'm only here to pleasure you my goddess.” I scramble for my words as she moves the ice back up my torso and along my arms. She unhooks the first restraint and as she shifts to take off the next restraint i feel her him brush the tip of my dick and I make a mistake. I move my hand to put it on her hip. As soon as I feel her smooth skin I just as quickly feel a slap against my arm and she grabs my collar and throws me on the bed. I am only more aroused now. Knowing she is either naked or at the very least not wearing a top and low cut jeans. I don't think she was wearing pants. I felt her knees when she was kissing my neck but she had used her elbows to keep us from touching too much. She pulls up my hips and I am forced back into the moment. My head is buried in her mountain of pillows and my ass is in the air. I had her turn on a vibrator. She puts it on my skin. Its freezing! Did she just stick everything in the freezer tonight or something?! I Let my body relax against the cold and she creeps the cold steel vibrator closer to my ass. “What do you want whore?” She demands “I want that freezing vibrator in my ass! I want it so bad. Please put it inside me mistress.” but to my surprise she instead takes the cool vibrator away and snatches the plug out of me and its almost instantly replaced by something strange and foreign. It squirts a warm liquid inside of me. “what is that mistress?” I ask after my ass is dripping from whatever she just filled me with. “wouldn't you like to know slut” she taunts me and starts moving it in and out of my ass. I feel the ridges on the side and it makes me smile a little. “A turkey baster?” I ask. She doesn't answer me with words and instead pulls it out and replaces it with another frozen dildo. “Ahhhh” i scream. Its a larger dildo and she immediately starts to fuck me with it. after a few pounds it starts to warm up and feel better. all the temperatures that are involved tonight makes me feel amazing. she has the little vibrator again and as she plays with it next to my ass i feel a little lube on it. She slides it in slowly letting me adjust to the new toy inside me. It hurts but all I can say is thank you mistress. She flips me over and I gasp. I didn't realize how hard it was to breath underneath all her pillows and my head crumpled in with her blankets. I'm panting with a vibrator and dildo shoved in ass. I love the feeling. And then I love something even more. Her hand creeping up my thigh. I moan and let her know how much I'm enjoying this. “If i suck your dick are you going to cum?” She asks. I know she loves to suck my cock and she is very good at it too. I want it so bad but right now I can't make her a promise I don't know I can keep. “I don't know mistress” I answer her truthfully and her hand disappears from me again. “No don't go mistress. I'm sorry. I wont I wont cum I promise. Ill be good please suck my dick. Please I won't cum. Ill do whatever your want. I feel a pinch on my nipple and it stays Then again on my other nipple. I feel her hands behind my head and my blindfold falls. I almost lose myself when i see her naked before me. round breasts, full ass and curvy hips. I gaze at her and my jaw must have dropped because she shoves a dildo in my mouth. “Suck bitch” She says and moves the dildo in my mouth. I suck on in ferociously like I want her to do to my dick. “Good boy” She says as she bites her lower lip. “Is that how you would like me to suck on your cock?” I nod my head and gran though the dildo in my mouth. She keeps the dildo in my mouth and starts to pull out the toys in my mouth letting a few more drops of the warm liquid from earlier drip out. It looks like soapy dish water. “You're going to cum with an empty ass.” She knows how much i love having something in my ass when I cum. It feels so good and now that she has stretched it out it feels even more empty. I want her to put more inside of me. I frown and put but then her hand touches my thigh again and I ignore my emptiness for a moment. She pulls the dildo out from my mouth and I watch her slide it gently into her pussy and she gets on her knees pulling her legs together so she won't squeeze it out of her tight warm pussy. I love it so much when she allows me to be inside her. She feels so amazing. I know what she wants now. “Please mistress. Will you suck my cock. Please let me cum in your mouth. Please master suck me off. I want to cum so so bad. Please!!” I can't contain it much longer with or without her lips engulfing my cock. She knows it too and she can't resist the satisfaction of her work. She goes down on my cock. It always feels amazing. I want my toys in my ass but I am being punished. I let her lips take me away and I grab the sheets and moan loudly as I fil up her mouth with my cum. “Oh Fuck” I moan and my body goes limp. Suddenly she is on top of me and she puts her lips to mine and spits my cum into my mouth. She plugs my nose and covers my mouth. “Swallow” She says and I obey. She takes the dildo out of her pussy and it shimmers with her juices and she puts in in my ass. I smile at her and she smiles back. One of my favorite sites. She moves in in and out of me slowly. With her laying next to me and the sensation in my ass again it doesn't take long for me to get another erection. She finds one of my toys that stays in place that was about the same size as the dildo she just had in me and lets me put it in my ass. She pulls my legs together and climbs on top of me. This must have been what she was planning in the first place. A romantic evening. but then the teasing starts again and she flashes me a wicked smile. She would graze the tip with her lips but never let any part of me slip inside of her. “I don't know if I can forgive you for forgetting about me tonight.” “You know how sorry I am please forgive me my goddess” After that it was basically word vomit. I couldn't hold back I told her about how much i needed her and how much she means to me. That I would be nothing without her and I begged and begged her to for her to forgive me over and over again. I was whimpering and begging for her to stop teasing me. It felt like a lifetime but she finally let herself down on me. She moved slowly and then picked up pace laying her hands on my chest. I hold her hips as she bounces on me and I feel the toy in my ass. This moment is so perfect and I know I need permission to cum. I almost forget and I ask only seconds before exploding. She manages to say yes between her groans and as she feels me cum inside of her she smiles and climbs off of me, she flops on her back to catch her breath and she smiles at me and i turn to look at her. “Thank you so very much mistress.” “You're welcome Chris, my slave.” She talks to me sweetly now and pulls the toy out of me. We cuddle and sleep together and I know that she has forgiven me. The next day is her day. She has me all to herself. No distractions. Ill make her know that I'm sorry. Ill buy her a new dress and take her to a fancy dinner for two. She is my world and I know i can't let her fall by the wayside any longer. I need my master. Without her I am nothing. The Endish
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Chapter 1 “Oh honey, go and say hello to the new neighbours!” My mother cooed whilst handling the warm double-chocolate cookies from the oven. You wouldn’t think her and my dad fucked each night like rabbits, my wall was covered in chipped paint from them screwing into each other hard into the wall, pounding each other senseless, even sounding out the grunts and moans to prove it. “Yeah sure mum, you want be to take those cookies to them?” “Oh what a wonderful idea! Here, take this plate with them on. They can keep it.” She pecked me on the cheek and motioned me forward out of the door and into the stale summer air. Ah, gooood ol’ Florida. I didn't bother putting any shoes on since it was literally the next house over, and the side walk was warm on my bare skin. The house next to ours was a large one, with a porch, a middle building and two wings attached to either side, all painted a pristine white, but it was small enough to not be considered a mansion. Ours was a simple yet modest modern ranch house, with a trimmed lawn that was green all year round. As I entered the gates, I spotted a couple of rental vans and hired moving men lifting an assortment of home items. Some fancy looking leather sofas could be seen being lifted into the large double doors into the house. I spotted a guy around my age, the only one not in uniform, actually, he wasn’t really in anything. Just some shorts. His muscles flexed under the sheen of sweat on his tan skin from helping with the heavy lifting, he was broad, with a large sculptured chest and a six pack to match his physique. He had light brown wavy hair and brown eyes to match. As I approached he spotted me, and flashed me a smile full of pearl-white teeth. I suddenly felt self conscious in my short-shorts, a thin tank top (with no bra) and my c-cup breasts. But I was pretty proud of them, they were a handful with bright pink nipples that practically turned into diamonds when I’m super horny, and they were firm and sat high on my chest, so I didn't wear a bra all that often. But I wish I had, that guy was doing things to me... “Hey, uuuh, I guess you just moved in?” “Yeah, we haven’t been introduced yet have we? I’m Shane.” He held out his hand after rubbing the sweat off on his shorts. I gave him mine, balancing the plate of cookies with my other. His hand practically enveloped mine. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hazel.” I gestured to the plate of cookies once he released my hand. “My mum made you these, double chocolate chip.” He gave me a sultry smile and gestured for me to follow him. “Come on, I’ll put these in the kitchen and give you a grand tour.” The inside was empty as we passed the rooms, but were slowly filling up with furniture that looked like something straight out of a home magazine. The kitchen had been fashioned in a black and white colour scheme, with a large grey American style fridge, dishwasher, garbage disposal and an array of electronics that blended, diced, chopped and even wrapped food. Shane placed the plate on the marble counter top and casually leaned against it. He stood in silence, looking me up and down, as if he were sizing me up. I wasn’t very big, with a slight frame standing at 5’4” with dark brown hair, brown eyes and naturally tanned skin, since my mothers side of the family were Portuguese. “This place is amazing” I finally said, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me. “Yeah my dad got an awesome deal on this place. Say, where’s that accent of yours from?” His eyebrows raised in question. “I’m originally from England. My dad had to move because of work blah blah blah. So we’re here now I guess.” I spared him the long, boring and quite frankly cliché story. “How about you?” “Dad got a promotion so we upgraded from the state of Louisiana. Blah blah blah.” We both laughed at our incredibly boring stories. “So what high school are you enrolling in?” I asked him. I could feel myself become increasingly attracted to him so I distracted myself by enquiring where he would be studying. “James West High, I’ll be starting twelfth grade.” He seemed thoroughly bored by the conversation but it was keeping my sanity in-tact. “Cool. Me too, maybe we’ll have some classes together.” I got a little excited at the prospect of seeing him down the halls every day. “I hope so. Now, how about that tour?” I nodded, a little uneasy about where we might end up. He stood up straight, his abs clenching, which had the effect of me silently groaning to myself. “This way m’lady.” Such a gentleman. He ended up showing me the rooms that were already set up, which consisted of the games room, study, garage (which had fancy sports car in it), indoor swimming pool, private gym and his room, which we were heading to in that point of time. “And this, my good lady, is my humble abode.” Shane made a dramatic scene of bowing and letting me walk past him and into his room. Which happened to be surprisingly tidy apart from a few empty and flattened boxes. He had the colour scheme of brown and blue walls, adorned with shelves filled with the typical guy stuff; trophies, video games, class note books and photos of his guy friends. “It’s not much but I’m planning to re-do it.” He followed in behind me and lay down on his bed, (brown covers) and placed his hands behind his head. I took this as a cue to snoop around. Immediately going to a bookshelf in the corner of the room, I found that it was full of action, horror and thriller movies. I heard the bed groaning behind me, but thought nothing of it. Not until I felt hot breath on my neck. My heart rate picked up speed as his hands reached around me and picked something from the shelf, his hand skimming my breast and making my breath hitch slightly. “You like movies?” I heard a smirk in his voice. “Y-yeah I guess. I mean, I watch them I guess.” My mind was racing a mile a minute. Shane retreated his hand, but only to put it low on my waist. I tried to retreat but as soon as I got out of his grip, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall. He pressed his body to mine, his head craned so he could put his neck into my shoulder. “What are you doing?” I gasped as he moved his hands down my side, but repositioned them so I couldn't get away. “Shh it’s okay, you’ll love it.” Trying to deter him, I asked; “What about your dad?” “Don’t worry babe, he’s in New York.” I should have been curious as to why his father was so far away, but I was too focused on preventing the inevitable. He was a good 6’4” and towered over me. His one hand could hold both my wrists above my head like they were a doll’s. Which gave him a good view of my up-lifting chest. Before I had a chance to protest, he mashed his lips to mine. My mouth was instantly aching from the effort of denying his tongue full entry. I was wearing down and before long, my lips parted and he moaned as he skimmed along my teeth and explored my mouth. He released my hands and I pounded on his chest, begging for him to release me, but he responded by going under the thin material of my tank top and rubbing his hands around my stomach. I instantly froze, like a deer caught in headlights, as the contact shocked me. His touch went higher and higher, until he could feel the bottom of my tits. He took the opportunity of my stillness and grabbed my breasts, each one filled the palm of his hand, and he delicately started to massage them. Since there was no room for my hands to begin pushing his chest away, I opted for wiggling my body free which only aroused Shane further, as a bulge suddenly appeared and pressed against my groin. He started to pinch my nipple, making me wince and gently cry out out in pain. Despite my obvious distress, he persisted on playing roughly with my nipples, twisting them, rubbing them and even lowering his mouth to them, making me gasp in surprise. “See, you’re rock hard.” I was too in shock to reply. I could only shake my head no. He returned his head to my neck and started to caress it, biting and nipping. I wondered where his hands were until I felt them undo the zip on my shorts. Eyes growing wide, I struggled and resisted, terrified of what would follow, but to no avail. Once he loosened my shorts, his hand found its way down and over my panties, cupping my mound. He began to rub slowly up and down, a ghost of a touch that sent tremors through my body. Shane started to go deeper, sending the material into my folds and making them wet with lust. “No. Stop. You...Can’t do this.” I whispered hoarsely. He only replied with deeper and longer kisses. He tried to get his finger deeper into me, but the material prevented him entrance. So he moved my panties aside and as he invaded me, I grew stiff and rigid. Shane’s knee moved in-between my legs, spreading them wider so his finger could go deeper into my pussy. He went further in me than anybody had before, the tightness made me visibly flinch. “Jeez, you’re so tight.” He moaned against my neck. I began to produce tears that had started to well up, hazing my vision. Whilst his hand probed me, his other one snaked up my top and resumed groping my tit. I was growing weak and gave up my attempts of escape, instead leaning over his well-built shoulder. I felt his large finger hit my Hymen, it didn’t hurt but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling. I tightened my grip on his skin and tried to dislodge his assaulting hand. “You’re a virgin? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you” He raised his head to meet my eyes and removed his hands. I sighed in relief, thinking he would stop. But instead he lifted me up by my waist and made me tuck my legs around his back, carrying me over to his queen-sized bed. He laid me down on my back and spread his body over mine. He sat up on his knees and raised my shirt over my head, leaving me with just my shorts, which quickly followed after. I was too defeated to battle him off. Considering he was sat on me, he seemed to remove his pants and boxers smoothly, leaving us both naked. When I saw his dick, my eyes bulged. It must have been a good 8 inches long and as thick as my fist. “Nonononono it’s too big!” I shouted. “Don’t worry, it will fit perfectly.” He smiled at me and I turned my head away to avoid looking at him. Shane laid beside me and entwined our legs, moving his hand between them to get to my freshly shaven mound and re-entered my pussy, this time stretching it out with two fingers. “You’re mine now, I’m your first and nobody touches you but me, understood?” I nodded slowly, still avoiding his gaze. He fondled me for a good ten minutes until Shane shifted his weight to sit on my legs again, his dick was visibly hardening with each moment that passed, standing straight up so it was against his stomach, touching his abs. Even though he was straddling me, he managed to keep his fingers in me, keeping a slow and steady pace that rendered me breathless. I was boiling hot and it felt like I was burning up. Shane caught me staring at his cock, and laughed. “Don’t worry Hazel, you’ll get it soon enough.” “Why? Why me?” I said, barely audible. “Why not? A totally hot girl that lives next door and is available any time I want? I had to have you.” I should have been happy I guess since a guy was actually interested in me, but I was terrified. Not because of what he was doing, but because I was starting to like it. I could feel my juices leak onto the bed and could only just manage see Shane’s fingers glisten with them. My nipples were standing to a point and Shane knew it too. “Bet you never had a guy do this to you. Huh” He smirked. “I’m gunna be the first one to enter you baby, and you’ll never forget it.” He leant forward so his head was over mine, his hair hanging over his eyes. Taking his fingers out of me, he used them to guide his monster into me. I felt the tip at my entrance as he slowly pushed into my stretched pussy, holding himself up with his arms that were on either side of me. Groaning, he closed his eyes in pleasure as more and more of his inches were lost inside of me. I could feel my untouched walls tighten and clamp around him, getting used to his length. Suddenly, he hit my cherry and stopped for a minute and before I could brace myself, rammed into it, causing an intense pain to shoot along my spine, making me cry out. He kept inside of me unmoving until the pain subsided and I nodded at him to carry on. He began slowly, arching his back over me and placing his head beside my shoulder as he set up a steady rhythm. My legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they rose into the air and crossed over his back, opening myself up to him fully. He kept his pace until his full length was in me, his base hitting against me, as he sped up and rocked his hips into my pelvis. Shane took one of his hands and moved it between our bodies, and started to rub my clit, sending sparks all around my body. My back lifted up and my mouth shaped into a silent ‘o’ sound. My whole body racked and spasmed as an orgasm flooded through me. The most intense feeling took over and my pussy clamped down hard on Shane’s dick, making him lose control as his rhythm became erratic and his breathing laboured. “Unghh, I’m.. going to...cum!” He slammed into me full force, making the bed shake and smash against the wall, much like my parent’s nightly encounters. I felt another orgasm take over and as it did, Shane let loose a roar as he spilled his seed inside me. (Luckily my mother made me take the pill before summer vacation). He pumped at least 8 ropes into me, never ceasing to thrust into me. When we both finished, he passionately kissed me until my lips were bruised. He then flipped us over so I was laying on his chest. Shane still inside me, my eyes grew heavy from the struggling and fucking, and I fell asleep with his chin resting on my head. The sun was streaming in from the windows and flittering in through the curtains when I awoke. It had almost set and I was suddenly awake as I thought about my mother and father. I eased Shane out of me, sore and a little bruised from the pounding he gave me. I went into the adjoining bathroom and cleaned myself up the best I could, removing the dried cum and blood from between my legs. I didn’t want to get a shower for a fear of waking Shane up or my parents getting suspicious. So I crept back into the room, got dressed quietly and skulked out the front door, hopefully never going back. I entered my front door, expecting a lecture, but instead found my parents cuddling on the couch, their eyes never leaving the television. “Did they like the cookies honey?” My mother called. “Yeah, sorry I got back so late, I was hanging out with them.” I didn’t tell my mother who ‘they’ were, or that a guy just took my virginity. And I hoped she would such accept it. I ran upstairs and had a shower, fully wiping away all the grime left over. Once I stopped the water flow, I could hear my parents whispering furiously, but I thought nothing of it and went to bed.
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This is my first story and i have to admit i dont have good punctiation but my grammer is correct and spelling this is one of my fantasys in life but always to scared to write about it heres how it would would go. My name is Paul Biggs and im sixteen with emo style black hair bangs hanging down my face and i tower above people at six foot two,i also have a quite muscular body and dress goth it was the last day in middle school for me i had failed a year so here i am sitting in class doing nothing since the last week is nothing but movies and social time. Chp.1 I had alot of friends my age in class we sat around talking in Mrs.Denhams math class when the female coach,Ms.Baldwin knocks and walks in looking at Mrs.Denham i could already feel my dick rising just looking at her she was about five foot eight with short dyke like black hair but somehow she makes it look amazing her tits arnt big but like before her frame makes them look good or atleast to me and a subtle ass that seems like it would be firm but flexable."Mrs.Denham could i use Paul for awhile i need to move some stuff around my office" she asked her voice light and almost inviting. "Of course if he wants to go he is free to" Mrs.Denham said with a laugh. I merely shrugged and thanked myself for not letting mydick grow too much or would have had a problem i didnt bring my booksack this day or the past week so i just got up with a friendly smile and followed her. We walked all across campus to get to the Gym, i noticed she was swaying her ass more than she ever did but of course in a way it would only be noticed by someone staring right at it. We walked in the side entrance which may seem confusing because our Gym had four entrances. She stopped right when we got inside the dimly lit six foot hallway that contained the door to the girls lockerroom then the door to the main Gym. the light was bright enough to illuminate the hallway and i looked over to her as to why we stopped she grinned and it was something i had never saw and it made my dick twitch. "Paul i need your help and i want to get straight to the point i see how you look at me all year and heard about how you would give anything for this" she said in a seductive voice that yould would imagine from a pornstar as i blushed in embarassment which wasent like me she grabbed my hand and placed it on her left tit and pushed back into the girls lockerroom with my hand still on her chest she turned us around and locked the door behind her then a though came to me that this locker room was completly soundproof a grenade could go off in here and you would never know it sound wise. "but Mrs.Baldwin....." i ask but at the same time im screaming at myself why even ask i feel like i should but then i feel her hand touch my now throbbing dick and before she says anything her eyes go wide at the feel. At sixteen im by no means small ive had some of my girlfreinds say i should do porn one day. There was lust in her eyes i could see as she dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans and letting them fall she grabbed my cock and hung the almost nine inch that was as thick as my wrist hang right in her face. "God damn paul i heard the rumors from some of the girls you were big but....".she started stroking it which sent chills up my body in a way i was numb to nothing but my dick and decided that it was time to get the show started i put my hand on the back of her head "hahah yeh i know i bet you can't take this huge dick in your mouth" i grinned as she blushed and looked playfully mad. "Ooohh ill show you Mr." She started licking down the throbbing shaft which felt amazing as she started sucking on the head it was no surprise i started moaning under my breath but i actually heard her moaning then as i looked down i saw her hand moving fast between her legs on her mesh shorts i grinned and pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled her up taking off my shirt and hers. "Your a horny bitch for my dick arn't you trying to rub your clit sucking on this big rod?" i said in a voice of authority she looked almost ashamed but grinned and pressed her lips to mine then i noticed something felt stupid for not seeing before i had her shirt still in my hand yet her tits were exposed no bra and my dick twitched her right nipple was peirced and she winked. "Theres more surprises than that" she said happily and walked over to the big table in the middle of the room used for game planning and such and got on her hands and knees with her ass facing me i walked over and she wiggled her sweet ass and removed her shorts to reveal no panties and spread her legs and i saw one she was soaked and two her clit was periced aswell i grinned heavily and picked her up easily getting under my after removing the rest of my cloths and shoved my dick to her lips. "You horny naughty bitch take that dick in your throat or i wont lick your horny pussy" i said in a playful voice that was still commanding she moaned and bent her head to look at me between her legs. "Ohhhh yes talk to me like that call me your dirty cunt im all yours now all i want is this huge cock please lick that soaked pussy" she moaned immediantly shoving my dick down her throat and gagging i moaned harder and started flicking my tongue over her clit feeling the warm metal of the ring through her clit which made her moan hard as her mouth was deep on my dick it sent vibrations like id never felt down my shaft so i started sucking on her clit moving my hand up to finger her i could barely force two fingers in damn she was too fucking tight she started stroking my cock sucking harder and harder as i kept tonging her clit and in just a moment more i felt her pussy squeeze my fingers and she screamed still sucking as her hot honey flooded from her pussy i licked it all around as it soaked my chin and lips and went right back to licking her clit which made her moan almost exhaustedly but i knew she was still full of energy after awhile more of sucking my cock i felt my balls tighen up and i released the biggest load ever from me in her mouth she actually swollowed a good amount i must have shot atleast eight full thick ropes of cum deep into her mouth i felt it drip down my shaft but she was quick and deffinitly did not want to waste she licked my shaft up and down getting all the cum and collapsed then getting right back upturning around face to face "That was the best pussy licking ive ever had" she said grinning and started rocking her pussy lips across my still rock hard cock moaning slightly. "That was an amazing dick fuck i know you loved sucking that huge dick you little cunt" i said with a smile but still kept it commanding and her face showed she loved it. "Please lef me ride this big dick i need something to stretch me out to my limits" she moaned rubbing her periced clit on my cock head. i lifted her up some and pointed my cock up to her outer lips and she braced herself with her knees and i layed back as i watched her squirm slowly sinking on my cock she started screaming and cursing that i loved i grabbed her ass and used the leverage on her to shove the rest of my cock inside her that i was rewarded with her pussy squeezing me hard and a delicious scream of pure pleasure from her lips she started rising up and down impaleing herself on my dick screaming "OH YES FUCK ME FUCK THIS HORNY CUNT GAHHHH SO FUCKING DEEP UHHHHH YES" i had never imagined her screaming about this but i was enjoying it highly i met our hips in the middle and after what seemed like forever she squeezed my dick hard and it got even hotter as more honey slid down my cock and i didnt noticed my own orgasm building but i felt a huge amount of cum shoot deep in her pussy and my first though was amazing but then i started to worry about pregnancy as i stopped cumming she saw the concern on my face and bent down dick still lodged in her and grinned. "Don't worry im on the pill.....and glad i am thats enough cum in here" she wiggeled her pussy around on my dick "to give me triplets" she laughed hard and so did i but my heard sank as i heard a key turn in the lock of the door and it open i bent my head to look at the door and see Mrs.Denham grinning then back at Ms.Baldwin panicked but she kissed me and looked up at my math teacher grinned and said. "Come on in Vanessa it was way more amazing than we ever could imagine" Please give me critisesm i would love it this is my first story of couse and i want rating and comments and the such ~Paul
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This is my first story and i have to admit i dont have good punctiation but my grammer is correct and spelling this is one of my fantasys in life but always to scared to write about it heres how it would would go. My name is Paul Biggs and im sixteen with emo style black hair bangs hanging down my face and i tower above people at six foot two,i also have a quite muscular body and dress goth it was the last day in middle school for me i had failed a year so here i am sitting in class doing nothing since the last week is nothing but movies and social time. Chp.1 I had alot of friends my age in class we sat around talking in Mrs.Denhams math class when the female coach,Ms.Baldwin knocks and walks in looking at Mrs.Denham i could already feel my dick rising just looking at her she was about five foot eight with short dyke like black hair but somehow she makes it look amazing her tits arnt big but like before her frame makes them look good or atleast to me and a subtle ass that seems like it would be firm but flexable."Mrs.Denham could i use Paul for awhile i need to move some stuff around my office" she asked her voice light and almost inviting. "Of course if he wants to go he is free to" Mrs.Denham said with a laugh. I merely shrugged and thanked myself for not letting mydick grow too much or would have had a problem i didnt bring my booksack this day or the past week so i just got up with a friendly smile and followed her. We walked all across campus to get to the Gym, i noticed she was swaying her ass more than she ever did but of course in a way it would only be noticed by someone staring right at it. We walked in the side entrance which may seem confusing because our Gym had four entrances. She stopped right when we got inside the dimly lit six foot hallway that contained the door to the girls lockerroom then the door to the main Gym. the light was bright enough to illuminate the hallway and i looked over to her as to why we stopped she grinned and it was something i had never saw and it made my dick twitch. "Paul i need your help and i want to get straight to the point i see how you look at me all year and heard about how you would give anything for this" she said in a seductive voice that yould would imagine from a pornstar as i blushed in embarassment which wasent like me she grabbed my hand and placed it on her left tit and pushed back into the girls lockerroom with my hand still on her chest she turned us around and locked the door behind her then a though came to me that this locker room was completly soundproof a grenade could go off in here and you would never know it sound wise. "but Mrs.Baldwin....." i ask but at the same time im screaming at myself why even ask i feel like i should but then i feel her hand touch my now throbbing dick and before she says anything her eyes go wide at the feel. At sixteen im by no means small ive had some of my girlfreinds say i should do porn one day. There was lust in her eyes i could see as she dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans and letting them fall she grabbed my cock and hung the almost nine inch that was as thick as my wrist hang right in her face. "God damn paul i heard the rumors from some of the girls you were big but....".she started stroking it which sent chills up my body in a way i was numb to nothing but my dick and decided that it was time to get the show started i put my hand on the back of her head "hahah yeh i know i bet you can't take this huge dick in your mouth" i grinned as she blushed and looked playfully mad. "Ooohh ill show you Mr." She started licking down the throbbing shaft which felt amazing as she started sucking on the head it was no surprise i started moaning under my breath but i actually heard her moaning then as i looked down i saw her hand moving fast between her legs on her mesh shorts i grinned and pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled her up taking off my shirt and hers. "Your a horny bitch for my dick arn't you trying to rub your clit sucking on this big rod?" i said in a voice of authority she looked almost ashamed but grinned and pressed her lips to mine then i noticed something felt stupid for not seeing before i had her shirt still in my hand yet her tits were exposed no bra and my dick twitched her right nipple was peirced and she winked. "Theres more surprises than that" she said happily and walked over to the big table in the middle of the room used for game planning and such and got on her hands and knees with her ass facing me i walked over and she wiggled her sweet ass and removed her shorts to reveal no panties and spread her legs and i saw one she was soaked and two her clit was periced aswell i grinned heavily and picked her up easily getting under my after removing the rest of my cloths and shoved my dick to her lips. "You horny naughty bitch take that dick in your throat or i wont lick your horny pussy" i said in a playful voice that was still commanding she moaned and bent her head to look at me between her legs. "Ohhhh yes talk to me like that call me your dirty cunt im all yours now all i want is this huge cock please lick that soaked pussy" she moaned immediantly shoving my dick down her throat and gagging i moaned harder and started flicking my tongue over her clit feeling the warm metal of the ring through her clit which made her moan hard as her mouth was deep on my dick it sent vibrations like id never felt down my shaft so i started sucking on her clit moving my hand up to finger her i could barely force two fingers in damn she was too fucking tight she started stroking my cock sucking harder and harder as i kept tonging her clit and in just a moment more i felt her pussy squeeze my fingers and she screamed still sucking as her hot honey flooded from her pussy i licked it all around as it soaked my chin and lips and went right back to licking her clit which made her moan almost exhaustedly but i knew she was still full of energy after awhile more of sucking my cock i felt my balls tighen up and i released the biggest load ever from me in her mouth she actually swollowed a good amount i must have shot atleast eight full thick ropes of cum deep into her mouth i felt it drip down my shaft but she was quick and deffinitly did not want to waste she licked my shaft up and down getting all the cum and collapsed then getting right back upturning around face to face "That was the best pussy licking ive ever had" she said grinning and started rocking her pussy lips across my still rock hard cock moaning slightly. "That was an amazing dick fuck i know you loved sucking that huge dick you little cunt" i said with a smile but still kept it commanding and her face showed she loved it. "Please lef me ride this big dick i need something to stretch me out to my limits" she moaned rubbing her periced clit on my cock head. i lifted her up some and pointed my cock up to her outer lips and she braced herself with her knees and i layed back as i watched her squirm slowly sinking on my cock she started screaming and cursing that i loved i grabbed her ass and used the leverage on her to shove the rest of my cock inside her that i was rewarded with her pussy squeezing me hard and a delicious scream of pure pleasure from her lips she started rising up and down impaleing herself on my dick screaming "OH YES FUCK ME FUCK THIS HORNY CUNT GAHHHH SO FUCKING DEEP UHHHHH YES" i had never imagined her screaming about this but i was enjoying it highly i met our hips in the middle and after what seemed like forever she squeezed my dick hard and it got even hotter as more honey slid down my cock and i didnt noticed my own orgasm building but i felt a huge amount of cum shoot deep in her pussy and my first though was amazing but then i started to worry about pregnancy as i stopped cumming she saw the concern on my face and bent down dick still lodged in her and grinned. "Don't worry im on the pill.....and glad i am thats enough cum in here" she wiggeled her pussy around on my dick "to give me triplets" she laughed hard and so did i but my heard sank as i heard a key turn in the lock of the door and it open i bent my head to look at the door and see Mrs.Denham grinning then back at Ms.Baldwin panicked but she kissed me and looked up at my math teacher grinned and said. "Come on in Vanessa it was way more amazing than we ever could imagine" Please give me critisesm i would love it this is my first story of couse and i want rating and comments and the such ~Paul
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[b] I remember my first time I was with a man.. I was 22 and my g.f. and I had just broke up the day before. That was thursday so friday I had a shitty day at work and nothing seemed to go right,when I got a 2 way from Lee he is a friend of my ex's and he was wanting to know what had happened. So after explaining to him thaty I was at work and couldnt talk about it now he said (why dont we meat at the "L" for a beer and talk about it after work). I agreed and 4:30 couldnt come quick enough. Not that I was wanting to see him I figured he was just going to try to talk me into going back out with her any ways...But I really wanted to get drunk and find some pussy. Plus that bar is really cool with lots of good music and food . Plus the women are pretty as hell alot of the times. So any ways we met and did some bull shitting and checking out women. Wich for some reason they always seem to flock all over him??? Lee is a rather broad built black man who was 33 at the time and about 6' 3" tall . Not really all that much to look at but he has a rugged appearance about like me. I am white with a dark complection 5' 7" 205 muscular pounds with dark bro hair and eyes with tattoo's all over my arms and back and a 7 inch cock. I dont know exactly how fat my cock is but my ex used to wrap a dollar bill around it and only the edges touched.She would say it was going to be her money maker and teas me saying she was going to put me on the corner for all the rich people to have fun with. Women have always said it was real fat. But I have always thought they were full of shit. But the nite wore on and then it was closing time and it was just me and him out in the parking lot talking next to our vehicals. Well he said. I think I am too shit faced to drive ........"gimme a lift home"?? I said sure and took him to his house wich was about 6 miles from the bar. When we get there he cant find the keys to get into his house when he got a call from Jim the bar tender. Who was real good friends with Lee. He told him he had his keys and does he want to come and get them since he left them on the bar and lee looked at me...I told him not to worry about it I didnt feel like taking my chances to drive clear over ther to get his keys and told him he could crash at my place. He told him to put them into his car under the drivers seat and he would get them tomorrow. When we get to my house I showed him were the spare blankets were since he was going to be on my couch. I headed for the shower and when I came out of the shower he was pissing in the tiolet with his back to me. He said I'm sorry but with all the beer I couldnt hold it no longer. Then he asked you dont mind if I get in after you do-do you? Well playing football in school I wasnt afraid to be naked around another man. I said no go ahead and went to get him a towell. When I returned he was already naked turning the shower on and I didnt think much about it. with my towell around my waist I went to my room and dried off and laid down. I must of fell right to sleep because when I woke up I was still on top of my blankets and I was recieving a wonderful head job. I didnt think nothing about it at first. I thought it must be Tabby from down stairs. She was the reason my g.f. broke up with me...For some reason women dont take it too good when they wake up to another woman sucking thier mans dick. Wich she snuck in to my appartment to do alot. It wasnt hard for her she had a key to get my mail and feed my pirahnas since my work always puts me out of town at the worst moments possible. But for some reason this felt sooo much better. I felt like I was about to cum when I reached down to grab her head so I could jam it down her throught when I felt really short nappy hair!!! I opened my eyes and saw Lee and about shit ! I screamed and hollared W.T.F. and fell out of bed trying to crawl away from him. When I hit the floor I screamed for him to get the fuck out because I wasnt a fucking fag. But after I was done he had the nerve to ask me if it felt good?!?!...... I then about shit I got up off of the floor and dove for him grabbing for him I was so mad that I was going to kill him. When I landed on him he rolled me over so I was in a 69 position with him and him over me and he started to suck on my cock again...Wich I might add was sill as hard as ever. his super fat cock was laying on my chin and his ball were over my eyes when I looked up. It seems like all of the fight just left me and all I could say is I'm not gay man. He stopped long enough to say I know. Now I have saw some black cocks in the locker room at the gym from time to time and even seen some back in school but never have I ever wanted to suck one or even look at one. But for some reason when I opened my mouth was I shocked!!!! I loved the taste of his cock and I started to suck on it the way I liked Tabby to suck on mine. he started to moan and then I pushed him off of me . He looked like I brooke his heart when I told him to lay down on his back. He jumped at the chance thinking I was done with him he was now happy to find out he was wrong. I saw his member as he rolled over and was very impressed. at the base of it he was as thick as my wrist and the head was twice the size of mine......I slowly crawled up to his cock and told him "if you tell any one I will kill you" and his 9 inch monster stared to dissappear in my mouth. Now he must of enjoyed it because he started to buck against my mouth gagging the fuck out of me but I kept going down on him and the next thing I knew he was blasting into my hungry mouth. I thought I was going to choke from all of the cum he was shooting into it when I let off I had a mouth full and he was still shooting... CLear up on his chest and face. When he was done I asked him how it was. He told me that no one gives head better than a "STRAIT MAN" and laughed. With that I looked down at my own cock and saw a huge puddle of pre cum on my sheet and said I hope we arent done because there is no way I can sleep with the biggest hard on of my life. He said no and then he asked me to fuck him. I thought about it for a minute...."would that make me gey if I fucked him in his ass?" Then I thought and said out loud fuck it. well I know I always liked Tabby to finger fuck me when I was getting head but only one finger and she always made sure to suck on my ass first to lube it up. I remember the first time she did that I about punched her. But I will tell you that one later. So anyways I sat down on the bed inbetween his legs and lifted his legs up and put his knees on my sholders with his lower legs going down my back. I lifted his ass with my hands and started to lick the little pucker that was twitching when my tounge hit it. Feeling his balls on top of my nose I felt like I was in heaven. The noises he made was incredible. I was in total controll as I ate his wonderfull tasting asshole I knew I was good because I had eaten out alot of womens asses. The taste was nothing different but the smell was alot different. I could smell the musk of his balls on my nose the smell of his nut on my face and my own as well. It was so fucking great I might really be able to get into this shit I thought. Then I heard something I had never expected to hear from him as he then asked me to fuck his little asshole. When I pulled my tounge from his ass it was winking in approval at me. I then got up on my knees and saw my puddle was even larger. He sat up really quickly taking my cock in his hand he said he was going to lick some of the precum off of it first. He went down a couple of times and then he deep throughted me. No woman has ever been able to do that to me. Then as fast as he started he stopped and layed back down on his back. I thought I was going to cry when he stopped but I saw him lifting his legs up and grabbing them just behind the knees and I snapped back to reality. I walked up to him on my knees and slowly pointed my cock at his puckered ass hole and slowly pushed in it. I felt it slowly work its way through the first ring then it stopped and he was tighter then hell. I looked at him as he grabbed my hips pulling on me. Then my cock slid all the way in to the hilt. He screamed and I moaned a low loud moan. I just stayed like that for like 2 minutes savoring the feeling then I slowly started to rock my hips back and forth. I looked into his eyes and he was staring rite through me in pure lust it was beutiful. I have only untill this point in my life saw a woman make a face of pure dispare but he did at that moment. He started to shake all over and the next thing I knew I felt his ass spasming out of controll I looked down to see was shooting another load and I lost it. I stared to ram his ass as hard as I could feeling him cum had just sent me over the edge. I was getting ready to release when he asked me to stop and shoot it in his mouth I pulled my cock out of his ass with a slippery wet squishing noise and looked at it and was supprised to not see any shit on it. I had always had shit on my cock when fucking a woman in her ass. He jumpend onto his hands and knees and I fell to my back then he grabbed my tool with his left hand and started to cuck on my cock when he stopped only for a second he put 2 fingers in his mouth and got them all wet then he placed my cock back in his mouth and started to suck my cock again I was on the edge when he pushed hard on my ass and shoved his fingers all of the way in untill his hand was against me . He started to fuck me like crazy with his long ass digits when with his free fingers and tumb grabbed my ever tightining sack and squeezed now I thought I had came before but I was in pure bliss as he drank spurt after spurt of my cock. I must have shot at least ten spruts of cum untill it felt so good it actually hurt a little and I made him stop. I was afraid if he didnt my ass would sink clear through the bed and floor and fall in to Tabby's bed room. as I finished cumming I heard a cough from behind us and it was Tabby standing there. I was shocked at first untill I saw she was standing there with a wicked smile on her face. Naked as the day she was born her hand inbetween her spread legs rubbing a thousand miles an hour. She was sweating as bad as we were and she asked us why didnt I come and get her.....Apparently he beat her to the head job earlier. She siad she had seen the whole thing and didnt want to interrupt us fearing we would have stopped. but now she had some thing else in mind................I hopped you all like the story it is all true and if you did like it I have plenty more to tell......
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This is my first erotic story, enjoy. My sister caught me! {Layla} I started to get excited as my mom walked out the front door, "Bye honey" she chirps, and I wave back. "Your sister will be home in an hour." She says, before getting into the car and driving off. Tingling sensations sparked at my pussy, my mother was a nurse and worked late into the night, usually not coming back until seven in the morning, she left in the afternoons, and my sister was often at her boyfriends house. I quickly walk up to my room, rubbing at my pussy every now and then as I plug the USB into the laptop, I close the curtains -wouldn't want the neighbours seeing- and position the laptop on my bed, I relax against the head board as the porno starts. I spread my legs and massage at my pussy through my shorts, the naked girl on the screen begins covering herself in oil. I loved lesbian pornos, I was bi, and loved a good scissor session. I had only ever masturbated with my fingers, I've never actually had anything sexual done to me. Another girl walks in, a blond and begins massaging the other girl, a brunette. I easily get bored of this oiling eachother stuff and skip to when they make their way over to the bed. The girls were already naked as the blond lies down, and the brunette starts burying her head into her pussy, the blond moans in pleasure and I quickly rip off my shorts and panties, I begin massaging my clit. "Ooh." I moan, arching my pussy into the air as I keep rubbing, "What are you doing?" A female voice rings through the room, I rip my fingers away from my pussy and my head snaps to my door way, where my sister stands. She's my twin, we both have chocolate brown hair and blue eyes, with perfectly tanned skin, she's always been the more popular one. "Lexi!" I gasp, and she smirks as I hurriedly cover myself with my shorts, and slam the top of the laptop down. "What were you doing, Layla?" She asks mischievously, and I know that there's no use in lying. "Masturbating..." I mumble, "Please don't tell mom!" I beg, and Lexi rolls her eyes as she sits down on my bed. "Why do you think I'd tell her? I masturbate too, when Josh isn't there to satisfy me. If I told mom, she'd never leave us alone." Lexi says, and my jaw drops open. I knew that her boyfriend, Josh was always having sex with her, but I never knew Lexi masturbated! "It feels nice, huh?" She asks, and I nod slowly, my breath hitches in my throat when I see that she's wearing a tank top, with now bra, her nipples look hard as they poke through the material. "Have you ever fingered yourself?" Lexi asks, and I shake my head, "No. I've watched videos though." I reply sheepishly, and Lexi grins. "It feels amazing, not as good as a dick though." Lexi shrugs, and I feel my juices leak out of my pussy. Lexi then stands and walks out, "I'm ordering pizza for dinner!" She yells on her way down. My head swirls with different emotions and thoughts, I quickly get up and close my door, well, there goes masturbating... {Lexi} I slowly walk downstairs, god that was so fucking hot! Watching my twin masturbating! Mmm, I could feel my pussy juices leaking. I quickly order some pizza and set the phone on the kitchen bench, I could hear Layla shuffling around downstairs, and sparks ignited in my push. God, it was so hot watching her! I wish I could go upstairs and shove my tongue into her pussy now. I find myself subconsciously rubbing against the handle of one of the kitchen drawers and I quickly slip my hand down my skirt and into my panties, my finger trails down my pussy lips as my juices coat my pussy. "Mmm." I moan quietly as my finger begins massaging my clit, I imagine Layla doing this, and I begin rubbing a little more faster, I feel like I'm in pure ecstasy as I furiously massage my clit. My whole body shakes as I orgasm and I pant heavily as I extract my fingers, to see them coated in juices. I quickly run into the bathroom and clean up, then I hear the door bell and I quickly go to get it, my pussy was still wet, and I was feeling horny. Again! I open the door to see the pizza guy standing there with a cardboard pizza box in hand, , "Thanks," I say, the guys face was covered in acne, and he was skinny. "Uh, y-your welcome." He stutters, and I smirk, I have this affect on people. I slowly take the box away from him and set it inside before turning back to him. God, I needed a dick inside me. Now! Josh was too far away, so this guy would have to do. "How much?" I ask seductively, "F-fifteen dollars." He stutters, and I step closer, pouting "I didn't get paid at work today," I lie, "Maybe I could pay you some other way?" I ask, and the guys eyes widen as I slowly stroke the material over his crotch, I feel it harden immediately. "How?" He squeaks, and I smirk. "I want you," I whisper, I didn't care want he looked like, I just needed a dick! I slowly lean down, and unzip his pants, it was already night time, and this was a pretty quiet street, we lived in a pretty big mansion, and the driveway was long, no one would see us over the hedges. "I want you to fuck me," I say, looking up at him, and he gulps. "S-Sure." He stutters as I pull his dick out of his under wear. He was decently sized, there was precum dripping out of his cock, and I swirl my tongue over the head. I then stand up and push myself sit on the porch swing, I slip off my skirt and panties and the guy gulps. "What's your name?" I ask, stroking a finger of my throbbing pussy. "B-Ben." He stutters, his eyes locking on my pussy. "Mmm, would you like to fuck me, Ben?" I moan, and he nods eagerly, a feeling of excitement washes over me. "Come on then." I whisper huskily and Ben drops to his knees in front of me, his dick perfectly level with my pussy. Slowly, his cock enters my not so tight cunt and he moans at the feeling, "That feels great!" He grunts, and I smirk. "Come on the , fuck me." I moan as I feel my pussy fill with good hard cock. He starts pushing in and out, I feel like I'm in pure ecstasy as I curl my fingers in his ginger hair. "Ooh uh" Ben moans, I speed my legs wider, "Mmmm fuck me!" I gasp as he starts pumping inside of me faster. "This feels so good!" Ben grunts angrily, "come on Ben!" I gasp, pleasure over taking my pussy. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I whisper harshly. {Layla} Slowly, I open my window quietly as I see the ginger headed guy, pounding into my sister, my pussy perks up at the feeling. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I hear my sister say, I quickly shove a finger into my pussy and begin massaging my clit furiously. This was so hot! I gasp and moan in pleasure as I watch my sister get pounded. I hear her scream with ecstasy and I do moan at the same time as an orgasm shudders through me. One thought went through my mind; I wanted my sister.
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I remember my first time I was with a man.. I was 22 and my g.f. and I had just broke up the day before. That was thursday so friday I had a shitty day at work and nothing seemed to go right,when I got a 2 way from Lee he is a friend of my ex's and he was wanting to know what had happened. So after explaining to him thaty I was at work and couldnt talk about it now he said (why dont we meat at the "L" for a beer and talk about it after work). I agreed and 4:30 couldnt come quick enough. Not that I was wanting to see him I figured he was just going to try to talk me into going back out with her any ways...But I really wanted to get drunk and find some pussy. Plus that bar is really cool with lots of good music and food . Plus the women are pretty as hell alot of the times. So any ways we met and did some bull shitting and checking out women. Wich for some reason they always seem to flock all over him??? Lee is a rather broad built black man who was 33 at the time and about 6' 3" tall . Not really all that much to look at but he has a rugged appearance about like me. I am white with a dark complection 5' 7" 205 muscular pounds with dark bro hair and eyes with tattoo's all over my arms and back and a 7 inch cock. I dont know exactly how fat my cock is but my ex used to wrap a dollar bill around it and only the edges touched.She would say it was going to be her money maker and teas me saying she was going to put me on the corner for all the rich people to have fun with. Women have always said it was real fat. But I have always thought they were full of shit. But the nite wore on and then it was closing time and it was just me and him out in the parking lot talking next to our vehicals. Well he said. I think I am too shit faced to drive ........"gimme a lift home"?? I said sure and took him to his house wich was about 6 miles from the bar. When we get there he cant find the keys to get into his house when he got a call from Jim the bar tender. Who was real good friends with Lee. He told him he had his keys and does he want to come and get them since he left them on the bar and lee looked at me...I told him not to worry about it I didnt feel like taking my chances to drive clear over ther to get his keys and told him he could crash at my place. He told him to put them into his car under the drivers seat and he would get them tomorrow When we get to my house I showed him were the spare blankets were since he was going to be on my couch. I headed for the shower and when I came out of the shower he was pissing in the tiolet with his back to me. He said I'm sorry but with all the beer I couldnt hold it no longer. Then he asked you dont mind if I get in after you do-do you? Well playing football in school I wasnt afraid to be naked around another man. I said no go ahead and went to get him a towell. When I returned he was already naked turning the shower on and I didnt think much about it. with my towell around my waist I went to my room and dried off and laid down. I must of fell right to sleep because when I woke up I was still on top of my blankets and I was recieving a wonderful head job. I didnt think nothing about it at first. I thought it must be Tabby from down stairs. She was the reason my g.f. broke up with me...For some reason women dont take it too good when they wake up to another woman sucking thier mans dick. Wich she snuck in to my appartment to do alot. It wasnt hard for her she had a key to get my mail and feed my pirahnas since my work always puts me out of town at the worst moments possible. But for some reason this felt sooo much better. I felt like I was about to cum when I reached down to grab her head so I could jam it down her throught when I felt really short nappy hair!!! I opened my eyes and saw Lee and about shit ! I screamed and hollared W.T.F. and fell out of bed trying to crawl away from him. When I hit the floor I screamed for him to get the fuck out because I wasnt a fucking fag. But after I was done he had the nerve to ask me if it felt good?!?!...... I then about shit I got up off of the floor and dove for him grabbing for him I was so mad that I was going to kill him. When I landed on him he rolled me over so I was in a 69 position with him and him over me and he started to suck on my cock again...Wich I might add was sill as hard as ever. his super fat cock was laying on my chin and his ball were over my eyes when I looked up. It seems like all of the fight just left me and all I could say is I'm not gay man. He stopped long enough to say I know. Now I have seen some black cocks in the locker room at the gym from time to time and even seen some back in school but never have I ever wanted to suck one or even look at one. But for some reason when I opened my mouth was I shocked!!!! I loved the taste of his cock and I started to suck on it the way I liked Tabby to suck on mine. he started to moan and then I pushed him off of me . He looked like I brooke his heart when I told him to lay down on his back. He jumped at the chance thinking I was done with him he was now happy to find out he was wrong. I saw his member as he rolled over and was very impressed. at the base of it he was as thick as my wrist and the head was twice the size of mine......I slowly crawled up to his cock and told him "if you tell any one I will kill you" and his 9 inch monster stared to dissappear in my mouth. Now he must of enjoyed it because he started to buck against my mouth gagging the fuck out of me but I kept going down on him and the next thing I knew he was blasting into my hungry mouth. I thought I was going to choke from all of the cum he was shooting into it when I let off I had a mouth full and he was still shooting... CLear up on his chest and face. When he was done I asked him how it was. He told me that no one gives head better than a "STRAIT MAN" and laughed. With that I looked down at my own cock and saw a huge puddle of pre cum on my sheet and said I hope we arent done because there is no way I can sleep with the biggest hard on of my life. He said no and then he asked me to fuck him. I thought about it for a minute...."would that make me gey if I fucked him in his ass?" Then I thought and said out loud fuck it. well I know I always liked Tabby to finger fuck me when I was getting head but only one finger and she always made sure to suck on my ass first to lube it up. I remember the first time she did that I about punched her. But I will tell you that one later. So anyways I sat down on the bed inbetween his legs and lifted his legs up and put his knees on my sholders with his lower legs going down my back. I lifted his ass with my hands and started to lick the little pucker that was twitching when my tounge hit it. Feeling his balls on top of my nose I felt like I was in heaven. The noises he made was incredible. I was in total controll as I ate his wonderfull tasting asshole I knew I was good because I had eaten out alot of womens asses. The taste was nothing different but the smell was alot different. I could smell the musk of his balls on my nose the smell of his nut on my face and my own as well. It was so fucking great I might really be able to get into this shit I thought. Then I heard something I had never expected to hear from him as he then asked me to fuck his little asshole. When I pulled my tounge from his ass it was winking in approval at me. I then got up on my knees and saw my puddle was even larger. He sat up really quickly taking my cock in his hand he said he was going to lick some of the precum off of it first. He went down a couple of times and then he deep throughted me. No woman has ever been able to do that to me. Then as fast as he started he stopped and layed back down on his back. I thought I was going to cry when he stopped but I saw him lifting his legs up and grabbing them just behind the knees and I snapped back to reality. I walked up to him on my knees and slowly pointed my cock at his puckered ass hole and slowly pushed in it. I felt it slowly work its way through the first ring then it stopped and he was tighter then hell. I looked at him as he grabbed my hips pulling on me. Then my cock slid all the way in to the hilt. He screamed and I moaned a low loud moan. I just stayed like that for like 2 minutes savoring the feeling then I slowly started to rock my hips back and forth. I looked into his eyes and he was staring rite through me in pure lust it was beutiful. I have only untill this point in my life saw a woman make a face of pure dispare but he did at that moment. He started to shake all over and the next thing I knew I felt his ass spasming out of controll I looked down to see was shooting another load and I lost it. I stared to ram his ass as hard as I could feeling him cum had just sent me over the edge. I was getting ready to release when he asked me to stop and shoot it in his mouth I pulled my cock out of his ass with a slippery wet squishing noise and looked at it and was supprised to not see any shit on it. I had always had shit on my cock when fucking a woman in her ass. He jumpend onto his hands and knees and I fell to my back then he grabbed my tool with his left hand and started to cuck on my cock when he stopped only for a second he put 2 fingers in his mouth and got them all wet then he placed my cock back in his mouth and started to suck my cock again I was on the edge when he pushed hard on my ass and shoved his fingers all of the way in untill his hand was against me . He started to fuck me like crazy with his long ass digits when with his free fingers and tumb grabbed my ever tightining sack and squeezed now I thought I had came before but I was in pure bliss as he drank spurt after spurt of my cock. I must have shot at least ten spruts of cum untill it felt so good it actually hurt a little and I made him stop. I was afraid if he didnt my ass would sink clear through the bed and floor and fall in to Tabby's bed room. As I finished cumming I heard a cough from behind us and it was Tabby standing there. I was shocked at first untill I saw she was standing there with a wicked smile on her face. Naked as the day she was born her hand inbetween her spread legs rubbing a thousand miles an hour. She was sweating as bad as we were and she asked us why didnt I come and get her.....Apparently he beat her to the head job earlier. She siad she had seen the whole thing and didnt want to interrupt us fearing we would have stopped. but now she had some thing else in mind................I hopped you all like the story it is all true and if you did like it I have plenty more to tell......
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I get to the front door as your close friend is walking out. She has a devilish grin and says, "enjoy your dessert!!". I questionably say, "Thanks". I enter the house, it's really quiet. I call your name, but there’s no answer. I walk to the family room, and your not there, check the kitchen and still no you. I walk into the dining room and to my surprise there you are............. Naked, your arms tied above your head to the table legs, your butt is at the edge of the other end of the table, and your ankles are also tied to the table legs. At closer inspection, there is what appears to be marshmallow cream on your breasts with a peanut on top. You have strawberry sauce down the center of your torso to your belly button, in which appears to be a chocolate sauce, and from there is a caramel sauce leading to your "good part" covered in cool whip. You have something in your mouth, so you do not speak. I look and there is a note at your side, it reads, "Happy Birthday lover, I got you something sweat to eat, please follow the directions below: 1. You must start at my breasts, and clean them before moving on. 2. Upon cleaning my entire body with your mouth and tongue, you are to make love to me, not releasing me, if you need some help getting started you can take the gag out of my mouth for some encouragement, but I doubt you will need that. 3. After you cum deep inside me you are to kiss my private area and lick me clean. 4. After you clean me, you are to remove the restraints on my ankles, help me slide my head to the end of the table so it can hang off the edge, keeping my hands tied, you are to remove my gag and place your member in my mouth for a proper cleaning. 5. Whatever else you can think of, I'm yours!!!" I remove my shirt, as I know this is going to get a little messy. I lean over toward you, my tongue extended and place it on your side just below your outstretched arm. You jump as you didn't expect that. Without removing my tongue, I slowly lick up toward your nipple, your breast moves slightly due to the pressure from my tongue. I stop short of your nipple and move back down to your side, moving over slightly, I repeat this process, licking upward, but stopping short of your nipple. This marshmallow cream is sticky stuff and I decide there is no way to make your breasts "perfectly" clean, as I am not that patient. I return to said starting point, move over alittle more and repeat, I press down hard letting my tongue really press into your breast. You let out a slight moan as you excitement builds. After about 20 licks around your breast, I see that all that is left is your nipple covering. I lean over it and flick the peanut off of you into my mouth and quickly chew it. Next I lean forward, mouth open wide to go around your nipple and take in the marshmallow cream. I clamp down on your breast with suction from my mouth. You jump again. My tongue starts to flick and go to work on the cream. Not letting go with the suction, I lick and flick all over your nipple, pressing down on it as I lick, sucking it up onto my mouth, and flicking over the tip of it, as you softly moan and arch your back, rasing your breast to my face. I let go of my suction with the sound of a "pop". I stand there admiring my work, and your gorgeous body. I walk around to the other side of the table to repeat this assault on your other breast. Again, I have you moaning and arching your back by the time I get to cleaning your nipple off. I stand, stretching my back due to the poor posture of leaning over you for soo long. Satisfied with the cleaning of your breasts I move on............ The thin line of strawberry sauce come up way easy, as I lick from the center of your breasts down to your belly button. The pool of chocolate sauce is overflowing from your belly button due to your breathing. I lean down and clamp my mouth around it, and slurp of the fluid. I then stick my tongue out circling around your belly button, then dive it into it to be sure that it is clean. This turns you on some more as you are breathing alittle heavier. I start on the caramel sauce, this is alittle more stickier and requires more pressure. I decide to go to the end of the table between your spread legs, to continue with the caramel. Restarting at your belly button, I press down hard with my tongue to be sure to get most of the sauce as I go. When I get to the "good part", you instinctively raise your body off the table to meet my face, but I tell you to slow down, I need to get the rest of the caramel. I retrace the caramel path from your belly button to the end. Have I told you before that I love cool whip? Not cause of where it is spread, but that certainly doesn't make me like it any less....... I pull one of the chairs up so I can get more comfortable for my feast. I start as far out as possible and gently lick the cool whip, it's melting due to your hotness, so it comes off real easy, but your friend put this layer on extra thick, which is fine by me. As I get to bare skin, I apply pressure with my tongue to clean you better and you jump with excitement. I lick the cool whip, leaving a vertical path at your opening, you are breathing quite heavy in anticipation of what’s next. I decide just to dive right in, pushing my whole face into the cool whip, mouth open, tongue extended, licking and nibbling and sucking in the cool whip. I pull one of your lips away from your body with the suction of my mouth, as you moan. Then I quickly stick my tongue into you to be sure there is no cool whip there, I lick up and down your lips raising my head as I get closer to your clit. There is a small layer of slightly melted cool whip around it, and that must be removed to expose it. I push my open mouth down around the area, sucking in like I am drinking a milk shake, your flesh pulls away from your body into my mouth and you moan some more. I extend my tongue to touch your clit and you jump. I flatten in over your clit, smothering it, and slowly lick at it. Slowly at first, sucking on it, and flicking over it and around it. Your breathing gets heavier as I know you are getting closer to a climax. I increase the speed and the pressure, as you raise your hips up into my face. My pace quickens, as does the suction, your breathing loudly now, and almost thrashing around as you reach that point, with one last big effort, I lock onto your clit as your whole body shakes as you have a massive explosion. Your almost convulsing as you do, your hips off the table as much as you can, my face buried and attached to you. You move your head side to side, moaning as you do, as you cum, but being tied down, you can't move very far.................. I slowing start to loosen my suction as you begin to calm down. I give you little pecks of kisses all around that area, as your breathing gets closer to a normal pace. Needless to say, after that show, I am fully erect and ready to move onto step 3 of the night, so no extra encouragement will be needed. I stand and unclasp my jeans, shimming them down along with my boxer/briefs in one fell swoop. I step up to the table, take my member in my hand and playfully smack it's hardness down onto your exposed, moist part. You jump. I take my member and slowly rub it up and down your opening, your lips spread inviting me in. I pull away and smack it down onto you, and again you jump and sigh in frustration. You want me inside of you!! I again rub my guy around your moist lips and slowly insert the tip, just barely the tip and hold it there. You squirm and try to move to take me in, but you cannot move enough, and I quickly pull out. Again you sigh. I take my member and rub up and down again, this time as your lips part I insert past the head, you moan as you think you are getting what you want, and I quickly with drawl. You move your body, as best you can in frustration, I look into your eyes, you cannot speak, but your eyes are desperately telling me to make love to you. I take my guy and quickly with no warning insert inside of you, past your lips, all the way in. You jump in surprise and let out a big moan. I slowly withdraw, not all the way, leaving my head inside of you and quickly slam forward again. This motion is met with a grunt from you as the table shakes. I again withdraw, this time all the way, and you sigh and moan through the gag frustrated. I insert again, to the hilt, and quickly withdraw partially and slam back in. I slowly withdraw and re-insert, damn you are hot I think to myself. I am beginning to build to a steady rythym as I piston in and out of your Netherlands. With my right hand, I reach down and gently pinch your clit, as you moan. I gently massage it in between my finger and thumb. My pace quickens as does the pressure on your clit, you are moaning and begin to loose control of your body. With my free hand, I reach up and gently pinch your left nipple, then I bear down harder on it and your clit as I start to sweat from the pistoning in and out of your beautiful body. I am ready to cum, so with one last thrust, I impale myself into you, holding it there, as I play with your clit and nipple as you cum as well. My member is throbbing as it pumps my seed deep inside of you, as again you shake and thrash your head from side to side. I stay inside of you as we both calm down catching our breath, and I start to lose the stiffness. I slowly pull out as you try to protest, but you are unable to other than make some inaudible noises. I sit down quickly admiring your intimate area, as I press my face into your wetness. You jump, as I take a long drawn out swipe with my tongue all the way to the top at your clit. I drag my tongue back down slowly, as your lips stay open, inviting me in. I swirl my tongue from side to side, as I stick more of it into your depths. You try to moan through the gag, but you can't. My tongue is stretched as far as it can, my face pressed firmly between your legs, as I lick and make love to your tunnel with my tongue. Your wetness combined with my fluid has an intoxicating scent and taste, as I hungrily lick, slurp and eat our fluids. Your breathing begins to get more deliberate as your excitement builds, I begin to move my whole head, as I try to get deeper inside of you, as I continue to lick you, pushing my face with more pressure into you. My tongue is buried deep inside of you, moving around, playfully licking. I take both hands and reach up around the outside of your thighs and touch your breasts. In this position, I squeeze my arms tight against your legs, actually pulling your thighs close to my head, almost squishing my ears as I hold you tight and close to me. With my fingers, I playfully tweak and pinch your nipples. I grab hold of your whole boob and squeeze, then return to your nipples. Meanwhile, you are breathing heavier, as my tongue assault continues on your most private parts. You are moving your hips up and down on my face, as best you can, me squeezing your legs to my head and playing with your boobs proves to me too much, you tense up, not moving a muscle as you moan in the gag, letting go of the biggest orgasm of the day. I bear down hard on your nipples with pressure between my finger and thumb, sending pain signals to your brain but the pleasure signals from down below over ride them, and you moan as you cum and continue to cum. You are breathing heavy, trying to catch your breathe, as I release the pressure on your nipples, but my tongue is still inside of you, just gently licking up and down as you calm down. Your breathing is almost normal, as I pull my face away, our eyes meet lovingly and you roll your eyes back, as you cannot believe how incredible that was. Seeing you cum like that, and me being the one to cause you to cum like that has my member hard again, and is still in need of the promised cleaning. Per instruction #5, I untie your legs, and you straighten them out to get the blood flow back into your feet. I stand and gently put my hands under your armpits and pull you forward on the table, so your head is hanging off the edge as requested. You help, shimming along the way. I stand at the head of the table, with my member poised right at your mouth. I remove the gag, and you open your mouth for me to enter you. With your head hanging down, I enter your mouth, you tongue rubs across my member. Your lips clamp down onto me, as I slowly withdraw, you are tasting yourself for the first time. The smell is intoxicating, as you think about the flavors, how they got there and where they are from. I slowly and gently piston in and out of your opened, "O" shaped mouth. I look down and see your boobs, inviting my hands to come play with them. I love boobs!. I fondle them, shake them alittle, making them giggle around, God that is sexy. Almost forgot, as I make love in your mouth, my excitement builds, playing with your boobs helps with that as well. I know your not big on tasting semen, but in this situation, the way I see it, you have no choice, so I continue moving myself in and out of your mouth. It feels so good, warm and wet, and playing with your boobs just starts to send me over the edge, I am moving faster, then at the moment of release, I stop inside your mouth, as my member throbs and empties it’s load in your mouth. I hold it there for a moment as I catch my breathe. I withdraw completely and help pull you back up so your head is resting on the table. I lean down to kiss you, my face still damp from your wetness, as we kiss we open our mouths, and to my surprise, I find a salty film still in your mouth, as you held it there to share with me. I hungrily tongue wrestle with you savoring the flavor and getting turned on knowing I deposited that in your mouth and now you are sharing it with me. As I smash my face into yours, I slowing guide my hand down your belly to your warm spot. I press down firmly at your clit, and move my hand side to side quickly, as we make out. You attempt to protest, but with my other hand, I hold your face close to mine. As I quickly rub across your clit, you are able to move cause your legs are free, your feet are on the table and you push your torso up to meet my hand. You are going to cum again, I can feel it, so I continue the steady rythym, till french kissing you all the while. You start to shake, your torso still raised in the air, humping my hand as I rub, you begin to cum, you turn your head away from my kiss and scream, "Oooooohhh Gooooooddddd...........Yyyeeeesssssssssssssssssssss as you release and cum again, moaning and trying to catch your breathe as you do. This one doesn’t last as long, and you slowly lower your torso back to the table, and let out the biggest sigh.........."That was incredible, you’re incredible" you say in between your heavy breaths. All steps for my birthday are complete, well sorta, you are mine for what ever else I want, so I untie your arms, and help you to your feet. I wrap my arms around you, hugging your nakedness close to my body. I take you by the hand and lead you upstairs and start the shower. I inform you that I will now clean, with soap this time, your sweaty, sticky, sexy body and you are to just stand there as I do.
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It was two months later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience. All her memory would allow her was the momentary gap of light where his steely hazel eyes peered into her soul. It felt as if she was a semi-completed journal and he was all she needed to finish. It didn't bother Sheila one bit that she had woke up in the same bed she had been fucked to sleep in, that her ass tingled every time she thought of it or even that she had sex with a complete stranger and used no protection. In fact, she enjoyed all of those troubling signs and thought that night could have only gotten better. If only she could have lasted for a second round. A few hours later, Sheila found herself alone in the chemistry lab since her partner bailed half way through their independent study session. Books and notes were scattered every which way and Sheila was bent over the lab desk, writing in figures to apply to a formula. It had been relatively quiet until the door creaked open and slammed shut just as fast, making Sheila jump and knocking over almost all her books. She spun around and saw nobody was in the small room. After a deep breath she picked up her books and returned to work. Another fifteen minutes passed before the day took a turn for the better. It was about time to take a break when Sheila felt something brush up against her calves, like fingers. She squealed, looked down and around the lab desk, but there was nothing in sight. Just as she was about for brush it off, something tugged on her hair tie completely unraveling it, dropping her hair to its full length. She whipped her head around quickly, but there was still nothing there. What was happening was a little more than strange and Sheila wasn't looking forward to hanging around. She began to pack up, throwing papers in her bag to be organized later and stuffing the lab equipment wherever there was space. She had leaned forward to place the microscope in its spot when what felt like a hand pressed itself against her pelvis accompanied by a warm push of air that echoed past her ear before a set of teeth began nibbling. Immediately the night of the party rushed into her mind. These were those same teeth, the same hands on her waist and the same breathing pattern. The same shiver shot down her spine as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could already feel the iron hard bulge poking at the soft flesh between her legs as the mouth worked her ear over, weakening her knees. Sheila put her hands out on the counter in front of her for support. This afforded an opening for the hands. They slowly moved up her sides, stopping to pull her blouse out of her skirt. They proceeded to meet over her waist, and began to unbutton her shirt. The hands stopped halfway before ripping the shirt open the rest of the way. The buttons popped off one by one, each hitting against the assortment of microscopes Sheila leaned over for support. The hands caressed every inch of her exposed flesh, their soft touch leaving trails across her toned stomach. They traveled upward, reaching Sheila's bra. It was a red lace bra that closed in the front instead of the usual back clasp. Each hand took a breast and began to squeeze as the mouth began it's work on her neck, nibbling and circling her most sensitive spots with the tongue. Sheila could only stand there and bite her lip, trying to muffle any sounds she might make. Right outside that door was the entire science department and half of the overall administration staff. As if the job wasn't hard enough, one of the hands started the ominous trip south. Just as it reached her waist, it paused. She was suddenly spun around and a pair of the softest lips she had ever felt met hers. The faint scent of Burt's Bee's Mango graced her nosed and their tongues danced to the flavor of Strawberry Orbit. Sheila thought of opening her eyes, finally catching a glimpse of her unknown pursuer. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. A part of her deep down wanted it to be this way. He kissed her passionately, resting his hand at the base of her back to balance her. The kiss lasted several minutes and Sheila could feel herself getting damper by the second. There was no going back now, she wanted this and she would have it, all of it and would accept nothing less than the last performance. Sheila sought to even the experience by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing back, taking control. She felt a sudden rush as he submitted slightly, letting her tongue take charge. He reached up and pulled her shirt off making her break the momentary neck hold. The shirt fell to the floor and her bra joined it after the pop that signified the breaking of the front clasp. Sheila could care less about her broken clothing right now. She needed more now and it made no difference who walked in on it. She broke the kiss, dropping to a squatting position. As if she could see her target with her eyes still closed she wrapped her soft, full breast around his shaft. Sheila felt it jerk when she gave the top a short lick. She had only given head twice before and it was a memory that she hoped she would one day repress, but Sheila felt this time would be different. She had learned enough to be confident about her abilities. The taste this time was wonderful, everything she thought a well cleaned and maintained penis should taste like. It was a good musky, and he had definitely spritzed it with the best smelling cologne ever. Sheila wasted no time bobbing her head up and down, her tongue circling the tip as her soft cleavage massaged his length. She teased the tip with small licks and rewarded him with long treatments with her soft tongue. After a few minutes of progressively sloppier head, his hand came to rest upon her, grasping a fistful of hair and starting to control her speed. He slowly eased himself deeper into her mouth until Sheila began to realize she was deep-throating. She let him coax more and more of his length into her throat, even past the point where she felt she couldn't breathe. The pace quickened sharply as he pulled out and pushed in just past her lips. A torrent of his warm seed flooded her mouth and Sheila swished it around before swallowing. It was slightly salty but surprisingly sweet which left her with a craving for more. After she had swallowed it all she stood up and licked her lips. Sheila opened her eyes but no one was in front of her. She sighed at not getting the chance to see her mystery man but still content with the recent events. She cast her eyes across the lab room and saw the clock and giggled. Only fifteen minutes had passed in all that action. And with that thought, Sheila's skirt fell to the ground, show casing her silk red lace thong. Just as fast as her skirt had fallen, the sound of a chair moving across the floor echoed through the room and Sheila found herself sitting in her mystery mans lap. His dick felt hard as steel under her hot, wet folds through the thin fabric. Before she could order her thoughts, the hands had pulled her thong from her pussy. A thin strand of her juices were visible as they separated. The fingers of the stranger went to work quickly, expertly fingering her soaking snatch and arching her back with the gentle but firm circling of her clit. Her mind blanked and her jaw went slack. No thoughts formed in her head as wave after wave of pleasure erupted through her. He worked all of her best spots simultaneously as if she had come with a manual and it was driving her mad. Sheila couldn't wait any more, she needed him in her. She didn't care where. As if on cue, the man moved his hands to under her thighs and lifted Sheila just high enough to pick. She reached down and blindly aimed as he lowered her, the head of his cock head slipping into her sticky hole with no effort. A chill shot through her body as the intruder stretched her. It felt so much bigger than before and she was certain it was longer. The man wasted no time bouncing her on his shaft, burying himself as deep as possible with every stroke. A few thrust later and he stood and turned around, placing her so that her head was cradled against the chair. She was upside down and he could see it all. Sheila felt her face get hot and wished she still at least had a sock on. He withdrew halfway and drilled right back into her hot core with no mercy. Something in Sheila snapped as she completely let go. She could no longer control her voice as she howled out in pleasure. Every fiber of her being was exploding at once and all she could do was vocalize her pleasure. At this point, Sheila came, her pussy tightening so fast that it forced him out. Sheila squirted, showering the man in her nectar. He took this a sign to keep going. As soon as her juices stopped flowing he reinserted himself and picked her up and put her back against the door to the lab room. Leaning in with a soft tender kiss, his stroke was slow and gentle. It was a loving kind of stroke that almost every girl wants after an orgasm. She at this moment felt more loved by this stranger that anyone else to be in his position. Sheila began to open her eyes hoping to see his staring back into hers. Her lids lifted and those same steely hazel eyes peered back. She had gotten her wish and placed her head on his should as his stroke continued. Sheila wasn't sure when she had fell asleep, but when she came to, she was fully dressed. Her head resting on the same lab desk where it all started. She was fully dressed, all of her broken garments fixed and herself cloaked in a lab coat. A hand was shaking her, not quite as gently as her mystery lover. She looked up and saw that her lab partner had come back with her favorite take out. He was talking but Sheila couldn't hear any of it. All she noticed is that only 47 minutes had passed. A goofy smile crept across her face as she began to chow down. "I could get used to this."
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The end of the semester had finally arrived and Sheila couldn't happier. This semester had been the most brutal so far and had taken as many prisoners on her campus as possible. Now that the worst had passed and finals were over, everyone was getting ready for the party of the year. The local and only fraternity was hosting an end of semester bash and everyone who could come was invited. Sheila had decided to go to her first party since high school which had been the same place she lost her virginity. Needless to say she regretted it almost immediately and still hoped that one day the memory would be repressed. She showered and dressed in a gray cut off tee and black leggings accompanied by black bow adorned flats. She wanted to be comfortable and still be able to blow off some steam on the dance floor. She left an hour late to give the party a chance to get started . It was approaching 11:30 as she approached the frat house, a faint sound of old school rap preaching to her ears. The party had spilled outside at some point since the front lawn was littered with cheap beer cans and red plastic cups. Various articles of clothing decorated the front porch and a outfit trail led around the side of the house. Sheila took a deep breath and walked up the white stairs. A crudely made sign hanging on the door read "No Froshies". Sheila laughed as she opened the door but her laugh was cut short as the scene inside the frat house completely overwhelmed her. The quiet remnants of the spillover outside was nothing compared to the madhouse within. The flashing strobes and loud music did nothing to hide half naked sorority girls dancing on tables, the towers of kegs placed all around and the blatant sex acts happening just about everywhere. Sheila did a quick sweep of what she could see and was able to identify at least two of her own instructors, putting their jobs on the line for a little fun. Next to them were those desperate students working for that passing grade. The old school hip hop was beginning to fade and Ciara's-Body Party, started blaring from the speakers. Without missing a beat or sacrifice of rhythm, the room began to perfectly mirror the song. Sheila came to a quick conclusion that this was her chance to unwind and have a little fun and she would do anything to forget this semester and her lame ex. Not only was he a F- as a boyfriend with the social skills of a cactus, sex with him was like watching grandma take out her dentures. Without a second thought she proceeded to grab three beers in quick succession and chug them down. Sighing and shaking her body loose, she pushed her way into the mass of dancing bodies. She danced with a number of different people throughout the night as she disappeared into the depths of the raging party. After finally reaching the belly of the raving beast, a hand grabbed hers, pulling her even deeper in. In this area, personal space meant nothing. The hand that had grabbed her pulled her close to its owner and its twin rested itself on her waist. The body connected to these hands began to grind against her own, moving a hand on her pelvis to hold her back close to its controller. Sheila decided her dance partner had found her and began to enter the rhythm of the song. Reggae had since taken over the party; the dancing becoming more erotic with each passing second. A mouth found its way to her ear, gently breathing before nibbling on her earlobe. A shiver shot down her spine and Sheila relished it. Pressing herself closer to him, the beat took control of her body. The two dancers became one in their movements and for a second looked as if the hand been dancing together all night. Sheila turned around and ran a hand over her partners crotch as she look into his steely hazel eyes, her other hand sliding over his powerful muscles. She tugged at his belt and brought him closer to her, planting her lips firmly on his and stealing a quick nibble before quickly pulling away and turning around, shaking her amply heart shaped ass against his now raging erection. Shelia was inviting him to come and get her, slowly teasing her leggings down to allow him a glimpse of her lace panties. Her inner exhibitionist had been set free and would have its deepest desires fulfilled. As if the man knew she was inviting him in, he approached and descending upon her, nibbled on her ear again. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her while she attempted to ride the beat. The man reached down her chest, lightly squeezing her breast before moving further south. He started to thumb the elastic rim of her leggings. In one swift motion, her leggings were down just enough to expose the purple frill and lace boy shorts she wore. The hands rubbed her through the thin fabric and Sheila felt herself getting damp as he massaged her damp folds. The hand pulled the underwear to the side just enough to gain access. Sheila's mind went blank as his thumb brushed her clit. She had only came to dance, let loose, maybe drink a little; now all she wanted was more of this strangers touch. As if he was reading her mind, the man slipped a finger, then two into her hot depths as his thumb circled her clit. The waves shot through her body and her legs turned to jelly. He spared a hand to slip under her top and free her perky breast from their wire-fabric prison. He was rolling her nipple between his fingers and soaking her to the point where she could feel it on her thighs. Sheila moaned out, her mind completely lost on the pleasure. Her back arched and jaw slacked. She made no attempt to hide any sounds knowing no one could hear her as she succumbed to his magical touch. He gave her clit one last rub and moved his hand away, pulling up her panties and fixing her bra. "Follow me.", he whispered into her ear. He moved off and she quickly followed. They moved through the crowd and towards a stairway. He cradled Sheila with his powerful muscles as if they were lovers doing this for the 100th time now. Sheila looked up to catch a glimpse of his face but the lack of light denied her this opportunity. They entered a room directly to the left of the stairs. The room was well furnished, even in the total darkness Sheila could make out a dresser and armorial, along with several end tables. He led her to the bed and brought his face to hers. Their breathing echoed through the room, the heat of his breath tickling her neck. He slowly leaned forward and bit her lip. Sheila let escape a short gasp as he gently tugged on it drawing her partway off the bed before letting go. He sat her up and lifted her top and unhooked her bra with one hand, three fingers to be exact. He took a soft breast in each hand and brought his mouth to one, gently suckling her tender nipple before giving a soft bite. He switched, doing the same as he massaged the latter. Sheila relished the attention she was being paid, but her mind was drifting, she was hoping he would eat it. She wanted those velvet lips on her own moist folds. He continued to idolized her full mounds, taking time ensure each one received equal attention. As moved away from her soft cleavage, he trailed kisses down the exact center of her body, planting a tender kiss on her belly button. He rose and pulled her to the edge of the bed, hooking his thumbs around the band of her panties, he pulled, removing both her lace panties and leggings in one go. Tossing the obstacles to the side, he spread her legs, her glistening folds and sweet tangy scent in full glory before him. He learned forward and took a sample lick, running his tongue from her damp entrance to the little nub at the height of her delicate flower, eliciting a small gasp. He kissed her clit several times and slowly pumped his fingers into her, making her moan at his whim. His kisses traveled lower and lower until he reached her perfect rosebud. A light peck made Sheila squirm. He removed his fingers from her wet hole and eased it into her virgin ass as he started to ferociously attend to her waiting lips. His tongue lapped up her juices as it leaped from her clit to her lips and back again, covering every spot. The sounds intoxicated her and all she could do was moan and grab his hair as he dined on her and pumped her tight ass with his slick fingers. Sheila began to tense up, she could feel herself get close and she was closer to an orgasm than she had ever been before without penetration. Once again he stopped short, letting her legs hang off the bed as he dragged his tongue across her clit and slowly eased his fingers out of her soft ass. When she came down, Sheila noticed that one of her legs was being held in the air. A hot hardness was probing at her soft opening, teasing it. It gently rubbed against the soft flesh, playfully poking her entrance then sliding up against her nub. He aimed and eased it in, spreading her lips wide and burying its entire length in one stroke. As if each were his last, the man began to pump in and out, burying himself a little deeper in her each time. One hand moved up to massage her hard nipples. The man leaned up and kissed Sheila, their tongues dancing in a passionate embrace as he thrust harder and harder, moving the bed a little with each stroke. Sheila moaned loudly into his mouth and her body tensed. Her clit being circled along with the gentle but deep stroking was more than she could handle as she began to enter her climax. The hard shaft kept entering, speeding up and stretching her walls as he realized she was cumming. The man was pounding her and Sheila could no longer hear the music but the joining of their flesh that filled the room as the unknown man handed down the beating on her most intimate parts that she could have only dreamed of. The full orgasm hit her like nothing she had ever experienced. Her back arched, body trembled, toes curled and nails dug into his back. The man held her tight to him as he kept pumping, not letting up on his assault. Even though he knew her orgasm had passed, he did not slow down. He sped up, relentlessly drilling her increasing tightening tunnel. Her moans got louder and louder, animalistic to an effect as she succumbed to the raw passionate feeling of being fucked like it was her first and last time. In a series of telling grunts he withdrew and sprayed her stomach with his seed, the warm sensation earning a soft coo from Sheila. Wasting no time, he turned her over and set her stomach down across the width of the bed her legs propping her up and her rear pointed in the air. Sheila felt a tongue trace the small of her back down to her rosebud anus. She felt his tongue taste her before wiggling its way into her butt. It felt weird and cold, but warm at the same time. She wanted to squirm away but didn't have the energy yet. The man spit on her crack and slid his shaft into her still dripping box giving a few deep thrust. He pulled out and re-aimed, this time slowly entering her back door. Sheila's back arched as the hard member introduced itself to her tight ass. It didn't really hurt too much, it felt good and weird, but she didn't want it to stop. The man bottomed out in her, his sack joining against her sticky lips leaving a thin trail of her juices as he pulled away and slammed into her. He pulled out and slid back in, picking up his pace, and even stepping one leg onto the bed by her waist to get a better angle. Sheila moaned and wriggled, her face telling that she truly enjoyed the anal ravaging she was being dealt. The man reached over and pulled her hair quickening and deepening his thrust until she received all of him. With every dip back in, he bottomed out, relishing the small noises she made as he stabbed at her core. Sheila wore a goofy grin as she took every inch he gave her, feeling herself loosen up. He pushed in getting as deep as he had gotten yet. When he stopped, the only thing that could be heard was her deep needy breathing. He pulled out half way, then picked her up by the thighs so that he was in a standing position with her halfway on his rod. He let her back down onto her shaft slowly only to begin mercilessly fucking her ass. Sheila felt her tits bouncing and her mind go empty as he went even deeper than before, impaling the core of her being with each thrust. He sat down on the bed buried deep in her, but he didn't move, only to put her hands on his knees and started her rhythm. Sheila understood what he wanted and began to bounce herself on his erection, riding it faster and harder as it drove her into what would be her second orgasm, but this time from her ass. As she came, he held her and gently kissed her neck, releasing his seed deep into her. Sheila gasped from the new gushing sensation she was feeling. A few seconds passed before he pulled out, a faint popping noise could heard as he separated from her. His cum leaking from her well used hole and running down his shaft. The stranger set her down on the bed, running his hand along her back and through her hair. Moments later, Sheila felt her clothes being gently pulled back onto her and a kissed placed on her lips as her body cooled down, slowly fading into the darkness.
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My name is Stacy. I'm 35 years old, work a typical Mon-Fri job. I'm single, no kids, and live comfortably in a small house in a decent neighborhood. Nothing special, that's for sure. I don't mind living by myself. I enjoy the alone time. I do get lonely at times, but that's what friends are for, right? As far as the lack of sex, well, they make plenty of things to choose from to curb that sexual appetite. Personally, I have a lot of toys. Not that I get them all out and lay them in a line on the bed and use every last one until I'm exhausted. No, I like some more than others, and sometimes I'll use a different one if I'm fantasizing about fucking someone new. Oh yes, I role play with myself too. I love to play with my pussy and pleasure myself. I pretend I'm getting fucked by two men at once, and shove a dildo up my pussy and ass at the same time. Talking out loud in an almost animalistic voice, "Fuck my pussy and ass! Oh yes! You make me cum all over those big cocks!" I love to talk out loud when I'm masturbating. You can say anything you want to, and you never have to worry about it sounding weird, because you're the only one who is going to hear it. It was finally Friday, and payday to boot. The week just seemed to drag along. I didn't have any plans, but I just wanted to be off work and relax. I went to the store and got my usual bottle of brandy, and some movies. I was definitely a home body, but Friday's were always special to me, especially the first payday of the month. I always treated myself to something new. Well, this particular time, I chose to get myself a new toy. I didn't want anything ordinary. I wanted something that was going to be a totally new experience. I always look at porn on line, and look at toys. I've always been amazed at the girls who use pussy pumps. I can't believe a pussy could swell up like that, and they look like it feels so good! So, I decided to go for it. I bought it on line Wednesday, and got 2 day express delivery. I was looking forward to experimenting that night. I got home, and sure enough, the package was there. I smiled to myself as I closed my front door behind me. I couldn't imagine how big and swollen my pussy was going to be by the time I got done using the pump. I already have a sizable pussy by anyone's standards. I was excited to see what it was going to look like when it was even more swollen, and rubbing against my thighs with it's juices dripping down my legs. I filled my bathtub with a nice warm bubble bath, and made myself a drink. I relaxed, washed, and shaved my entire body. I love my pussy when it is freshly shaved. It makes me wet just to run my fingers along my smooth pussy lips. I finally got out of the tub when the water was barely warm. I dried off with my big fluffy towel, and went to my closet to pick out what I was going to wear that evening when I violated myself. I finally decided on my black bra with the nipples cut out, thigh high fish net stockings, and strappy high heels. No panties...I love walking around the house like that when I know I'm going to make my pussy explode. I get really crazy when I'm drinking, so that's always part of the equation. I went to the living room, sipping on my second drink by this time. I opened my new toy, and read the directions. It says only 15 minutes of suction at a time. I put in a DVD of women. Not only the prissy ones, but the bull dyke type, you know, basically a man with tits and a pussy. The bull dyke was holding the young girl down while she ate her pussy. "You like Mary's tongue, don't you, you little horny bitch! You want to make your juices splash all over my face, huh?" She was masculine, but had huge tits. She shoved her huge nipples into the young girls' asshole. "I'll fuck your little ass with my tits bitch! I'll use your little body for my fuck toy!" She yelled as she looked at the girl with eyes glazed over with lust. I guzzled the rest of my drink, and made me another. I could feel the heat coming from my pussy already. What I wouldn't give to suck a young, fresh pussy, and make her suck mine as I shoved it into her face and grabbed her by her hair, I thought to myself. I don't think I would ever have the nerve to actually do or say any of the things I fantasized about. This is one of the reasons I love to masturbate. I can take on any role I want to. I sat on the edge of my chair, and put the pussy pump over my entire pussy mound. I started squeezing the bulb, and I could feel the suction pulling on every inch of my fat twat. I could see my pussy starting to fill the cup, the bullet on top of the cup was vibrating, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I kept pumping, and with each squeeze of the bulb, my pussy grew bigger, and tighter. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure. After a few minutes, I released the pressure, and took the cup off my mound. I couldn't believe how big it was. I just looked at it in amazement. I ran my fingers up and down it, as if I was rubbing a huge cock. My pussy was slippery with juice already. I got up and walked around, looking at my huge pussy in the mirrors as I walked past them, rubbing my clit to tease myself. Feeling the roughness of my stockings as I intentionally rubbed my thighs together made my pussy even wetter. The dyke was still on TV, this time she had a huge black dildo strapped on, fucking the young girl, and holding a vibrator to her clit. The girl looked like she was going to cum any minute. "Yeah, fuck that young bitch!" I said out loud as I lewdly rubbed my pussy on the arm of the couch, smashing my clit into the rough fiber, squeezing my tits, and twisting my nipples until they hurt. "Fuck that bitch until she cums all over your black cock!" Between the alcohol and the raw lust that was building inside of me, I could feel myself losing all self control. I heard yelling coming from outside. I went over to the window, and could see the neighbors, Justin and Amber, arguing in their front yard. He was obviously an alcoholic. He was drunk constantly in the neighborhood, so I could only imagine what he acted like behind closed doors. Amber was a pretty girl, a little on the plump side, but no one could argue the fact that she was pretty. They were both young, probably in their early twenties. Amber and I talk quite often, but she never lets on how bad her relationship is. She just doesn't talk about it. First loves can be a bitch, I thought to myself as I watched them. I finished off my drink, and Justin got in his car and sped off. I moved away from my window, and again started watching my porn. There were two women sucking each others pussies. I started jacking my big pussy lips up and down as I stood in the middle of the living room. "Oh yeah you nasty bitch. I'm gonna suck your pussy so good you squirt all over my face!" I heard myself say out loud. "Fuck yeah, lick my pussy bitch!" I now had two fingers ramming in and out of my cock hole. I need a big cock up my pussy, I thought to myself. I went and got one of my favorite dildos, a big black fleshy one, and of course my vibrator. I used the suction cup to position the cock on the coffee table so I could easily ride it and watch the gorgeous pussies on the TV screen at the same time. I put the pump back on my pussy and let my pussy lips fill the cup again. "Oh, you're going to make my pussy explode bitch!" I said in a husky, lustful voice. I released the pressure valve again, and took the cup off my engorged pussy. Oh the sight was just gorgeous. My pussy had never been this plump and juicy before. I stoked it and admired it. My legs were splayed across the couch and coffee table. My pussy was sloshing with each movement of my fingers. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to rape my own engorged pussy. I straddled the dildo, and let it slip slowly into the swollen folds of cunt. It felt so good! My pussy was hungry for cock, and was sucking it deeper and deeper into its depths. I pulled on my tits through my bra and started sucking, pulling and twisting on my nipples. I started riding the cock faster and deeper and harder. My groans getting louder and louder. "Fuck me with that strap on you bitch! Make my pussy beg for a good fuck!" I grabbed my vibrator, my wand of pleasure, and stuck it on my clit. "OH YES! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM BITCH! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! YOU WANT ME TO CUM ON YOUR FUCKING BIG BLACK STRAP ON COCK DON'T YOU!?! OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!! YYYEEEEESSSSSSS!! UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed like a wild animal as my pussy spasmed time after time. I lifted my pussy off the dildo, and rubbed my clit as fast as I could with my wand. I started squirting all over my thighs. I straddled the coffee table, and let my puss juice splash onto the table. It looked like I was literally pissing, but God did it feel good!! I let my pussy spasms subside, still straddling the table, trying to catch my breath. I lifted one leg over and practically fell onto the couch. I lit a cigarette, and got up to go to the kitchen. I needed another drink after that. I could hear the dyke telling the young girl to "suck mama's pussy right". Oh, if only I had a pussy to suck now. I made my drink and went back to the living room and took my place on the couch. I envied the young girl for having a big pussy in her mouth. I watched the TV, and absent mindedly started licking my tongue out as if I was licking the dyke's pussy. My right hand went to my pussy, and started stroking the slicked crevace. "MMmmmmm...yes mistress....I love the way your pussy tastes," I said as I drew my finger out of my cunt and sucked all the juices off. "Oh yes, I love sucking your pussy and making you cum on my face." I started finger fucking my pussy slowly at first, increasing the thrusts with wanton pleasure. I shoved a finger up my ass. I moaned uncontrollably. I was breathing like I just ran a mile. My urges and desires were once again taking over. I went to my bedroom and got another dildo, this one smaller. I pulled the vacuum out of the closet, rolled it into the living room, and plugged it up. Yes, that is one of my toys too. The vacuum is an amazing thing if used right. I put a towel on the arm of the couch, and held the rubber cock in my hand so I could set my asshole on it. "Oh, you want to fuck my ass, huh? Oh yes, fuck my ass! Make my asshole juice for you bitch!" I was talking out loud. I slowly worked the head of the dildo into my puckered asshole, and started fucking it. "AAAahhhh yessss!! Ohhhh you fuck my ass good bitch!" I was riding the cock now, in heavy, steady, and even strokes. I took the long attachment hose from its holder on the vacuum, and stepped on the button to turn it on. I put the end of the hose on my swollen pussy meat. Immediately it sucked the folds of flesh into it's barrel. "AAAhhhhhhh yes!" I lifted the hose off my pussy just enough so that it could suck my pussy in and out of it. I finally found the position where it was moving the skin by my clit up and down. That was the spot. I was riding the cock so fast and hard I could barely breathe! I closed my eyes, and my legs started shaking uncontrollably. My pussy juice just started spewing out...."AAAgggghhhhhhhh!! Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes! Suck my pussy you dyke bitch! Make me squirt on your face!" I screamed at the TV. My pussy and ass spasmed for what seemed like forever, spewing cum all over my thighs and the towel. Finally, I shut the vacuum cleaner off, and raised my asshole off the dildo, and fell to the couch. Hot goo was still oozing from my fat, swollen, pumped up pussy and my puckered asshole. My breathing was almost back to normal when I heard footsteps on the porch, and then a knock at the door. Oh shit! Who the hell is knocking at my door? I thought to myself. Usually if someone comes to my house, they generally call first. "Just a minute!" I yelled while I was gathering the evidence of my sexual escapade. I threw all my toys on my bed, took off my shoes and stockings, grabbed my robe, and pulled the door closed. I stopped the DVD player, and turned on the TV. I opened the door, and there stood Amber, all teary eyed. I could tell she had been crying. "Come in Amber! What's wrong?!?" I asked her, knowing her and Justin had been arguing. "I just can't take it anymore Stacy!" she cried as she walked into the living room and sat down on the same couch I just got done spewing pussy juice on. "Justin's been drinking a lot today, and he's just being a dick! I hate men sometimes!" she said. She just started sobbing, her shoulders heaving with emotion. I went and took a seat beside her, "I know Amber. Trust me! I know! That's why I'm single. Men are great companions if they treat you good, but if they don't, it makes life hell at times!" I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to me. I held her as she cried. "There, there. It's going to be alright." I reassured her. "You can stay here tonight until things cool off if you want to." I said in a soothing voice. I really did feel sorry for her. Nobody, man or woman, should feel like they're not loved in their own home. Amber looked at me, "Can I stay here tonight Stacy? It won't be too much trouble?" she asked me with tears running down her face. "Of course you can! Tomorrow when he sobers up, then you can talk with him. If he's drunk, there will be no reasoning with him. Things will be fine. You'll see!" I said reassuring her. "Now, it looks like you need a drink to calm your nerves!" I said as I got up. I made Amber a drink, and sat back down beside her. "Stacy, did you spill something on the coffee table? I'll clean it up for you if you want me to." I had forgotten about squirting on my mirrored glass coffee table. I thought I had covered my tracks, but no big deal. She wouldn't know what it really was. "Oh, I know. I just wanted to make sure you were alright before I cleaned it up. I knocked over a cup right before you knocked on the door." Amber was familiar with my house, so she went and got a towel out of the kitchen. She started wiping at the pussy juice on the table. "Oh, this is kinda sticky!" she said. "I think I'll need a wet towel for this." Just watching Amber clean up my pussy juice made my swollen pussy throb and slobber juices onto my inner thighs. As I stood there watching her clean up my squirt juice, I watched her huge tits swinging back and forth, her ass in the air as she bent over. I could feel my juice trickling down the inside of my thigh...first one, then the other. "Thank you Amber. I appreciate it." I was still pretty buzzed, and Amber was almost done with her first drink already. I went to the kitchen and made us each another. As I walked, I could feel my swollen lips rubbing against my thighs, juices getting thicker and wetter as they dribbled through my crack. I was getting horny again, and having Amber right there on the couch was not helping anything. I wanted to suck her nipples so bad. I wanted to watch her suck on her own tits while she watched me suck her pussy. As I sat down on the couch, I let my robe fall to the sides of my outer thighs, letting my crotch show just under where the belt was tied. I pretended that I was too buzzed to realize it had happened. I know the room already smelled like pussy juices. I noticed Amber looking at my swollen plumped up crotch, and then looking away so I wouldn't notice. We made small chit chat for about 20 or 25 more minutes, and I of course made it easy for Amber to see my shaved cunt was dripping with hot cream. I excused myself politely. "Well, Amber, I'm going to bed. If you need anything....anything at all....I'm right through the kitchen...the first door past the bathroom, at the end of the hallway." I said looking at her with drunk, lusty eyes. I gave her a pillow and blanket out of the linen closet, and went to my room, intentionally leaving my door open. I stood in front of my full length mirror, and untied the belt to my robe, and let it fall off my shoulders and onto the floor. I climbed onto my bed, laying on top of my comforter, with a pillow under my stomach, legs spread open. 'Maybe Amber will come in and start sucking my pussy.' I imagined as my fingers slowly stroked my swollen cunt lips, humping my pillow as if it was her under me. I reached behind me and started running my finger up and down the crack of my ass....dipping my finger in further and further at each passing. My breathing had to be getting loud by now....it was almost husky. I turned over and sat on the edge of my bed, pulling at my cunt lips like it was a cock, jacking at the soft, wet flesh. "ooooohhhhhhhhh" I moaned quietly. I had mirrors everywhere, and I had my legs splayed open so I could see myself raping my own pussy with my fingers. The slurpy, wet sounds were getting louder and louder as I increased the tempo at which I was ravaging my cunt. Jamming my fingers in and out, rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. I was going to squirt all over the place! Oh it felt so good!! My pussy was on fire! I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my head!! I felt the numb feeling take over my body, and I couldn't help it anymore. I had to make my fat cunt explode. I had my entire hand up my pussy and was rubbing my clit so fast, the juice just started spewing out around my wrist. "OOOOooooohhhhhhhhh YYyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss!!! Oh yes! Fuck my pussy!! Make me squirt!! AAArrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" I sounded as if I was an alien. The sounds that were coming out of me were not human like. I fell onto my back across my bed, panting, laying in a pool of sweat and pussy juice. I could hear movement in the bathroom, but the door was closed. I got up and crept over by the door, and placed my ear as close to the door as possible. I heard Amber fucking her pussy feverishly. It was a sloppy, wet sound. Her breathing was more like a panting, like a bitch in heat. I could tell she was close to the edge of ecstasy. I couldn't interrupt that....so I crept back to bed, crawling under my covers. I heard the bathroom door open, and Amber was tip-toeing back to the living room. It's been another interesting Friday night at home. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. I just smiled to myself, and drifted off to sleep.
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Chapter Five Jason's Nightmare Saturday afternoon Mrs Jackson had popped out to do a little shopping. As usual the television had been left on for Jason. There was a cricket match on, but the pace was slow with the batting team holding out for a dull draw. He reflected on the previous evening, a strange mix of sweet-and-sour. Why had he been so awful to his mother, begrudging her a night out and then coming home late? She had been right, though. He had to admit that much. She did deserve a break, for the unremitting care she had given him since his motorcycle accident. Was he feeling sorry for himself because of his imprisonment, his uselessness and his utter wretchedness? Or was there another reason at the heart of his outburst? Was it possible that he was jealous that his lover had left him to go and enjoy herself with other men? Was he becoming possessive, and perhaps even obsessive about his mother? And then there was that incredible blow-job she had given him last night, amazingly his first ever. He began to wonder if it had really happened. Nothing had been said about the previous evening during the morning, and what ever hurtful things Jason had said, his mother appeared to have forgiven him. Her mood had been light and breezy. There even seemed to be an extra spring in her step. Jason dozed off long before stumps were drawn. Among the many fragmented dreams that accompanied his deep sleep that afternoon, there was one that stood out by way of its completeness and vividness. He dreamed he was back in hospital. He had been brought in because his abdominal pains were getting worse and giving grave cause for concern. The pretty nurse who had attended him after his accident was at his bedside again. She was the epitome of health and cleanliness in her freshly starched uniform and black pantyhose which were seamed down the backs of her legs. Her hands were sensitive, sanitised and efficient, preparing things in an orderly manner. He watched her move around the bed arranging various items that were to be used on him -- thermometer, a kidney bowl, urine bottle, bedpan, a catheter arrangement, and an enema kit. He tried to catch her eye, but she ignored him, preferring to remain aloof, detached and professional. She started preparing a wash bowl with flannel and towel on a chair. As she bent over to attend to this her skirt lifted showing the backs of her legs just above the knee. Jason's cock responded in the time-honoured tradition. "I thought you were going to take off my casts," he said. "Oh no... It will be weeks before we can consider that." She turned around and for the first time looked at him and smiled. Her eyes were big and brown in her petite, pale face. They were the kind that you could easily lose yourself in and looked like they might at any time devour you. Her name tag announced her as "SRN Sandra Wilkins." "I have to get you ready for the doctor's examination," she said. "I need to get you washed, but first I want you to pee for me." "I don't need to go right now." "Everyone can pee a little," she said, her eyes mocking him. "I need a sample of your urine. And then you will have to try and do a poo for me." Jason felt his face colouring. "Oh no, is that really necessary? I mean, what if I can't?" "No such word as can't, Mr Jackson." It seemed strange a young nurse, no older than him, should refer to him as "Mr". "The doctor will need to perform a rectal examination on you. It will therefore be necessary to evacuate your bowels beforehand." "What happens if I can't go... to poo... or even pee?" "Don't worry, Mr Jackson. We have ways of persuading you to provide us with what we want. But I'm sure we won't have to resort to extreme measures to get your kind cooperation. You're going to be a good boy for me and give me what I want, aren't you? It will be easier for you if you do." She began fiddling with the metal framework that the catheter device was attached to, turning little wheels, knobs and levers to adjust the stand to a convenient angle and height. The sight of the contraption, particularly the invasive looking flexible tube, seemed to threaten him with the idea that it could be used as a form of punishment as well as a medical aid if he didn't do as he was told. Is that what she meant by 'persuading'? If only he could provide a sample naturally. But now his body was as tight as a drum skin and would not give an inch. And a rectal examination..? What was that all about? Were they going to shove a camera up his arse or something..? So that the entire world and his dog could have a look..? The mere thought of this invasion of his most private part, made him clam up completely. There wouldn't be a laxative in the world that could relieve him. His abdominal pain was now acute. He couldn't bear the thought of the pretty nurse seeing all his bits and pieces and then watching him pee and poo. He would be completely humiliated, left without a shred of dignity. Jason was dressed in a white cotton gown of the type worn when a person is taken down to the operating theatre. He was lying on the bed, on top of the sheets. The nurse raised the gown to expose his genitals. Jason now sported a burgeoning and painful erection which pulled the skin of his scrotum taut around the balls, so that they were outlined like a pair of walnuts. He closed his eyes, and bit down hard on his lip, shamed by the betrayal of his cock's desire. Now she would know his true feelings for her. He wanted the floor to open up and devour him. He could feel the nurse's hands on it now, moving, fingering and manipulating him, attempting to get the wilful blood-filled beast into the bottle neck. "Oh dear... Mr Percy Penis is being a very naughty boy today. Come on, Mr Percy... you must do better than this." She flicked the bulbous purple head with her fingers about half-a-dozen times in an attempt to cool its ardour. But this only had the effect of making him cry out in pain and stiffening his cock even more. But somehow, using a bit of brute force and some KY jelly, Sandra managed to engage the swollen knob-end in the bottle neck. The bottle of course had to be held upside down to accommodate him, causing the young nurse to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. "Come on, Mr Jackson, be a good, clever boy for me and give me some pee-pee. Do it for Sandra, won't you... please?" But Jason was locked solid by his erection. "I can't nurse, I just can't!" "If you don't, Sister will use the catheter on you." "No, please don't let her! I couldn't stand it." "Then pee for me now. This is your last chance. I'm going to count to ten, and if by then you have still denied me, I'll have to leave you to Sister. You won't like it - she can be quite heavy handed sometimes." But try as he may, Jason could not start the water flowing. "You are being extremely obstinate, so we shall see, shan't we? I know exactly how we will deal with this disobedience. In a moment I will call for Sister and she will not be so lenient with you. She will apply a much firmer hand and make you do as we ask." Sandra put the urine bottle aside and arranged the bedpan under Jason's bottom. "Now let's see how you are at number twos. Please don't disappoint me this time. I'm beginning to lose patience with you, young man!" But this proved futile too. Jason could produce nothing other than one loud fart which echoed around the ceiling and did little to relieve his inner tension. "I'm sorry, nurse, I didn't mean to..." "Well, if the best you can do is to embarrass us both with a rude noise... dear-oh-dear... it's an enema for you as well as the catheter, young man...that will sort you out good and proper. "Now, I have to take your temperature, and for that I will need your feet in the stirrups." And for the first time Jason noticed the contraption that was dangling from the ceiling -- a pair of shiny metal hoops were attached to thick white cords that ran over pulley wheels. Sandra cranked a handle that winched the stirrups down to bed level, secured Jason's feet in the hoops and wound them back up again. This had the effect of not only raising his legs, but drawing them apart too. Sandra continued to wind until Jason legs were well spread and his arse was raised off the bed. Then he watched Sandra wind the crank back again to lower him slightly, so that his main body weight was supported on the upper part of his buttocks, but the elevation of his pelvis was such that his arsehole remained accessible and convenient for inspection. Sandra sterilised the thermometer, shook it a couple of times, and said: "Open wide, Mr Jackson." And Jason responded by opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. "Not that way, silly!" And she proceeded to open the slitty mouth of Jason's cock with the thermometer by teasing the little pink slit with the mercury end. "Come on, open up for Sandra." "No! You can't. Ouch! You can't put it in there for God's sake!" "Oh can't I? Well, let's see shall we? Now just relax." And Sandra continued to prod, more insistently now, at the narrow opening to Jason's cock. She moved the tip in about half a centimetre, and worked it in a circular motion, gently but firmly persuading it to give way. "Aggh!" Jason's legs kicked in the stirrups, but his movement was restricted. "That really hurts." "Oh don't be such a cry baby!" Jason reached out with phantom arms to push the nurse away. But of course, that was impossible, his real arms stayed imprisoned by the casts. He could only watch helplessly at her dibbing his cock with the thermometer end. With each prod, so Jason's whole body jerked with the lances of pain. He tried to be brave. As she withdrew the thermometer she noticed a silver thread of something clinging to the tip as she brought it away. She knew exactly what this was. "In a moment the thermometer will slip in easily. You're oozing, which is just as well for you because I forgot to use the KY." Sandra entwined the string of pre-cum around the thermometer, and then dipped the tip into the seeping tiny red slit to scoop some more lubrication before repeating the action. "There we are... all nice and slippery and ready for penetration," she said, apparently now enjoying the young man's distress. She then very carefully inserted the thermometer to about two centimetres and paused, supporting it between her forefinger and thumb for a moment "Breathe deeply, Mr Jackson... just a little bit more to go and it will be all over and done with... before you know it." The strange thing was, once initial penetration had been achieved, it barely hurt at all, in fact it was a rather pleasant sensation having his penis penetrated by a foreign body and the nurse was able to slide the thermometer to about halfway in without any more fuss from Jason. At this point she left it sticking out like a flagpole from the tiny mouth of Jason's cock. "There, I'll leave you like that for a moment while I fetch Sister Roberts." Jason looked helplessly at his predicament, the thermometer projecting from his cock quite hideously. The nurse seemed to be gone some time. The funny thing was, each time Jason looked afresh at the thermometer, the less of it there seemed to be protruding. Or was he imagining it? Amazingly, he still had one hell of an erection, probably his best ever -- an absolute stonker! The feeling of being penetrated like this was far more pleasant than he would have thought, even stimulating. Now when he looked, it seemed there was only about one centimetre peeping out. Was it working its way into his body like it had a mind and a power of its own? He attempted to call out to the nurse, but no sound came. Fearing the worst, he tried to call out again. But it was as if he'd been struck dumb by some phantom force. And then suddenly, as if to answer his mute call, Sister Roberts, a big no-frills, muscular middle-aged lady with huge breasts barged through the double swing doors, followed by the sweet little nurse. "Now what's all this nonsense about not going to the toilet..?" The Sister stopped suddenly, looking puzzled. Sandra stumbled into the back of her. "I thought you said you were taking the patient's temperature, nurse?" "I am. Why..?" and then she too saw the cause of the sister's consternation. "Well, either the thermometer has fallen out somewhere, or got lost inside him. You should have stayed with the patient and kept your eye on him, Nurse Wilkins." And when Jason also saw the cause of the ladies' concern, he was mortified. "Where the hell's it gone?" "Don't panic, Mr Jackson. It's probably just slipped in under its own weight. It sometimes happens when a patient becomes aroused by the insertion and then secretes, thus allowing deeper than normal penetration. You must be very slick for that to happen. I'll retrieve it right away." The sister then stepped towards Jason and grasped his throbbing dick with her strong hands. She fumbled around under his shaft and located the slim glass tube nestling in Jason's urethra. It had slipped down a good way. "Can you get it out?" said Jason, looking really worried by now. "I should think so, but you must keep nice and hard for me. Try and relax the rest of your body at the same time." Jason tried his best to oblige, and prayed for a favourable outcome. By pressing her thumbs alternately behind the end of the thermometer, the sister managed to work the instrument back up the urethral duct and out of Jason's cock in less than thirty seconds. "There we are... all better. I'm bound to say... you have a magnificent prick, young man!" The thermometer came away with a big loop of pre-cum linking it to Jason's throbbing dick, glistening like a fine silver thread in the bright overhead arc-light. In fact the sensation of it coming back out nearly caused him to cum for real. He just managed to avert an embarrassing disaster by thinking of something else. It was a close call. He felt very on the edge. "My word, Mr Jackson. You appear to have rather enjoyed your little adventure." She broke the thread of secretion and put on her glasses to read the scale. "Just as I thought - this is one hot cock! Nurse Wilkins..? Prepare for catheterization and enema, please." Sandra sterilised both catheter and enema tube, and filled the enema bottle with warm soapy water. "Thank you, nurse. Now stand by to subdue the patient while I insert the catheter. Use the gas and air if it helps." Sandra stood by with the Entonox, covering Jason's mouth every time the catheter tube caused him discomfort during its inward journey. He would become agitated, writhing and squirming until Sandra calmed him with the 'gas-and-air'. "Breathe, Mr Jackson... Breathe!" "Now watch for the urine, nurse, said Sister, "as I think we're almost into the bladder. Just have to pop through the urethral sphincter and... yes... that's got it... here it comes, lovely deep yellow... Mmm, a strong concentrate. That will take some analysing. There we are... good! That's got it all... but I'll just leave it in place a moment while I perform the enema." And continuing her no-nonsense approach she lubricated the enema tube with KY and then greased Jason's arsehole. The clear plastic tube went smoothly and deeply into his rectum. She then filled him with the warm water and flushed out his bowels into the bedpan. "There we are, Mr Jackson... all done." Just then Jason's GP, Dr Phillips, appeared through the double doors of the ward. "Hello Doctor Phillips," said Sister Roberts. "Mr Jackson is nearly ready for you. "Remove catheter and enema please Nurse Wilkins." "How are you, Mr Jackson?" said the doctor. But Jason could still not speak. "Very well," said Dr Phillips. "I will perform rectal examination first. Prepare the gloves for me Nurse Wilkins." The nurse opened a new sealed pack of latex gloves, pre-powdered inside, and carefully slid them onto the doctor's hands. "Thank you nurse, and will you apply KY to my right hand, and also to the patient's posterior." The doctor pulled up a chair adjacent to Jason's bottom. "Can you shine a light on the patient's anus, please nurse?" Sandra fetched a small mag-light torch from the bedside cabinet and did so. "Mmm, very good... very good indeed. Nice and clean. Now, Sister if you watch from the other side... and nurse... if you sit next to me on my left, you can both see what's going on." The doctor began by inserting one finger into Jason's rectum and easing the muscular ring. Then he inserted another, and began making gentle, twisting movements, back and forth, to gradually stretch the sphincter. Then he pushed his two fingers in up to the top knuckle and out... and then in again. He worked his fingers up and down like a slow-moving piston until he felt the tense sphincter relax and become more receptive. "Now prepare to be amazed, Nurse Wilkins. Watch and learn." And the doctor proceeded to make his long sensitive fingers into one complete conical shape before inserting them slowly and steadily into the hole until his whole hand was submerged inside Jason's bottom. Then he twisted it and angled his fingers downward until he could feel the soft walnut shape of Jason's prostate. There were a lot of rude sounds of air escaping. Sandra's mouth fell open as she marvelled at the doctor's skill. How could a whole hand go into a bottom as easily as that? "Perfect, nothing wrong here. Now I'm going to massage the prostate gland. With a bit of luck, we should all be able to witness the beneficial effect that this has on the patient." Jason became aware of a very pleasant sensation indeed. It was as if he was being masturbated from the inside. His eyes began to roll and his body responded agreeably. "You see how he enjoys this. I am now stimulating him. In fact..." And here the doctor paused to put his left hand on Nurse Wilkins' knee. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I could make him orgasm by anal stimulation alone, if I wanted to." "That's just incredible!" said Sandra, all agog. "Would you like to see the patient ejaculate, Nurse Wilkins... Mmm?" "I-" "Ahem," interrupted Sister Roberts. "Hadn't we better get on with what needs to be done? There's another patient I'm due to see in fifteen minutes" "Yes, you're probably right, Sister. Mr Jackson's back passage is A1 anyway. That was a most enjoyable exploration. But I think we still need a semen sample to be absolutely sure of the patient's overall condition and health." The doctor withdrew his hand from Jason's back passage with a wet sucking noise. He binned the gloves. "How are we to get that?" said the sister. "Obviously, Mr Jackson can't see to himself in his present condition." "One of us will have to do it for him," replied the doctor. "Needs must... needs must! We will draw lots." He indicated a box of straws on the bedside locker. "We'll use those... perfect!" "I'll make them different lengths," said Nurse Wilkins, helpfully. "And the one who draws the shortest straw gets to do it?" said Sister. "Or the longest," said the doctor. "That might be more appropriate." In the end it was decided that whoever drew the longest straw would be the person to do the deed. By some strange coincidence, the doctor was the one left with the longest. "Right, let's not waste any more time. Sister..? Grease Mr Jackson's penis for me. Nurse Wilkins..? You will stand by with the kidney bowl. I'll soon have the young chap spurting for us." Hearing all this going on about him, Jason could only lie in silence and await his fate. He tried to wriggle free, but without the use of his arms and his legs rendered useless by the stirrups, he was their prisoner and as a consequence - at their complete and utter mercy. He realised now that their intention all along had been to milk him for his sperm. They were not satisfied with thoroughly humiliating him, draining him of piss and shit. They now wanted his semen too! "We'll only send off a small sample," said the doctor. "The rest we can sell on the internet. A healthy young man of eighteen -- there'll be no shortage of prospective women buyers. We should get a decent price." The doctor began caressing Jason's cock, which by now had lost some of its sparkle under the cold light of discussion. But the doctor's practiced hands soon had it on parade again, much to Jason's shame. Nurse Wilkins stood by with a towel and kidney bowl and Sister Roberts wiped the beads of sweat that were beginning to form on Jason's brow. And soon the doctor's hand was working smoothly up and down the full slippery length of Jason's pride-and-joy, gradually increasing the tempo. "Go on, doctor... faster! Make him cum," said Sandra, the hard nipples of her pert breasts beginning to point through the fabric of her uniform. "Milk him dry, Doctor," said the sister, her voice suddenly becoming low and threatening. "Make him pay his dues. I've heard he's a mummy's boy and we know just how to treat mummy's boys, don't we?" "Come on doctor," said Nurse Wilkins, her dark brown eyes almost black with lust. "Make him fill the bowl for me!" Sister Roberts whispered in Jason's ear: "I bet you get Mummy to toss you off sometimes." Jason's body twisted in the agonies of shame. The doctor was going to make him cum, that was certain. He intended to disgrace him in front of the ladies. He could not escape. He wanted to cry out: "Mum, please don't let a man make me cum... I'll never live it down... please help me..." "I know what you are," whispered Sister Roberts. "You're a pathetic little man who wants to get back up the same hole that delivered him into the world. Go on, admit it... you're a motherfucker, aren't you Mr Roberts!" And then shouting: "DRAIN HIM DOCTOR, DON'T LEAVE ANY SPERM AT ALL FOR HIS MOTHER. WE MUST HAVE EVERY DROP!" "Help me, Mum..! Please..! Stop them doing this to me... Save me... save...me..." (...continued in Chapter Six -- Mothers, Sons and Lovers...)
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"I'm going to fetch a towel," Mrs Jackson suddenly announced. "Don't take all the romance out of it, Mum." Mrs Jackson smiled inwardly at her son's unexpected wit. "I think we just ought to get on with it," she said as she turned to go out to the airing cupboard. She regretted her matter-of-fact tone, but it wasn't easy to strike the right note for what was about happen. She could hardly say, "Right, my lovely rutty boy... Mummy's going to give you a jolly good wank, so you must be good and shoot all your warm creamy spunk for her," could she? Well, not quite yet anyway. She could be accused of being provocative, of deliberately inciting her son to participate in an indecent sexual act with her. Yet being too cool about it, too mechanical, might be just as bad. If he stayed limp and non-aroused, it would be almost impossible to achieve the intended goal. She would have to strike the right balance. It was a delicate situation. In her mind she could hear the doctor's voice, see him tapping the side of his nose: "Needs must, Mrs Jackson. A woman's intuition... It always comes to the fore in times of adversity..." Her heart was pounding as she reached for an old clean towel from the top shelf. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. Slightly musty, but it would have to do. There was an equal mix of fear and devilment inside her. For a moment she considered smartening herself up... but why, for heaven's sake? Would that be respectful... or just plain provocative? She went to the bathroom to check her face. She found it difficult to look herself in the eye, but she had to. Face to face with the evil witch, the siren, the harlot. She fussed with her hair, using her fingers to tidy the straggled strands of blonde hair. She went to her bedroom and brushed it out in front of the dressing table mirror. She put red lipstick on. "Oh this is ridiculous," she thought. "Trying to make myself attractive for my son? Whatever will he think? He'll laugh at me, that's what he'll do." But she continued to make herself nice, bringing a shine to her hair with some vigorous brushing, despite her doubts. "Oh well, blow it! In for a penny, in for a pound!" And she changed her clothes as well. She undressed, sprayed some underarm anti-perspirant, and then a tiny puff of eau de toilette on her neck. She didn't want to appear too obvious, or smell like a tart, that was just silly and corny. But then, most men never noticed if you'd had your hair done anyway, or wore some new clothes, so chances were, Jason wouldn't notice either. But deep down, if she was totally honest with herself, she wanted her son to fancy her as a woman, but to love her also as a mum, and even afterwards when it was done, she wanted him to still love her, but as a mum most of all. She knew she would always love him, whatever the outcome of this little episode and the future. She was worried only for him, how he would handle it. Was it possible for a son to see his mother as a sex object one minute, and a loving mum the next? She would soon find out. Carol changed into a black, light-cotton summer skirt and a nicely-fitting, white cheesecloth shirt that clearly showed the form of her breasts, but in a tasteful way. She stood up, in front of the full-length mirror to make some final adjustments. "You'll have to do, Carol. Good luck, girl!" The fact was - she looked very appealing, sexy, but in a 'mumsy' nice kind of way, an irresistible combination to a lot of men. She had a last smile at her reflection, gathered up the towel and went back into Jason's bedroom with her new brave face and freshened resolve. He was sitting upright still, but his eyes were closed. Was he asleep; or just resting his eyes? Perhaps he was running through the awful scene in his mind. What made her do it, she wasn't sure, but she looked directly at his crotch. She felt cheap, as if taking advantage while her son's eyes were shut. She kind of stared, unable to take her eyes away. What state was he in inside those shorts? Nothing was obvious. Judging by what she could see, he didn't appear to have an erection at that moment. That was a change. So many times she had had to handle Jason's cock in its naughty state, inflexible and wilful, pointing it the direction of the toilet bowl and hoping he would hit the target. She laid the towel, still folded, on the bed and reached out her hand to feel him, blatantly and unashamedly. She was surprised at herself, at her boldness. It felt soft and warm, like a little bird trapped in a cloth bag. His body shot forward in surprise, his eyes coming wide open. "MUM! What do you-" "Just wanted to see if you were really asleep." "I'm not now, am I? For Christ's sake, Mother!" Jason nodded at the towel. "I see you've come prepared." "For the worst case scenario. I don't know how much mess you're going to make?" Oops, she thought. That was a little insensitive. "Me? It won't be my fault." He took a deep breath. "Mum..? I'm not sure I can do this." "Yes you can, and you will. I'm going to make sure of it. So you needn't think about copping out. I'm going to do this, whether you, or we like it or not. You can't carry on as you are, building up more stuff inside you." He was looking at her now. For a moment it was as if they would both laugh at the absurdity of the situation. But they simply smiled at each other, in a half embarrassed, half-amused way. He hadn't mentioned her change of clothing, which was something. If he had noticed anything different about her, he wasn't saying, which was maybe his way of being discreetly polite and probably for the best. Carol still felt nervous, but it was more a nervous excitement, a kind of sexual tension as much as anything. And that underlying feeling of naughtiness and devilment was still there, only now it was closer to the surface... much, much closer. At the final moment she decided to play the part, ham it up, pull out all the stops. Go for it girl, opportunities like this didn't come along too often in a lifetime. She stood by the bed, feeling strangely matronly and bossy. "Right, my lad... Are you comfortable propped up like that? Or do you want to lie flat on your back?" "What difference does it make?" "Well," said 'matron', "if you stay propped up you can watch what's going on – that is, if you're interested. If you lie down you can just look at the ceiling and think of England." "I think I'll stay where I am. I won't feel so bloody helpless." "You're not going to surrender yourself to me completely then?" "Mum..? Just get on with it." "Are you being cheeky to your mummy?" "What are you on about?" "Are you?" Mrs Jackson felt Jason's crotch again. There seemed to be a change in mood. She squeezed him. "I said: are you being cheeky to your mother?" "No!" That hurt just then, you know." "That's just to remind you who's in charge." "Okay, so you're in charge." "Good, I'm glad we agree." Mrs Jackson relaxed her grip, but continued to fondle her son through his pyjama shorts, gentle, probing caresses calculated to arouse. She watched his face, saw his expression change and his complexion redden with embarrassment. Through the light cotton material she could feel her son's cock responding to her insistent fondling. Her tummy did a little flip-flop inside, encouraged by what she felt. She could hear her heart beating in her ears and feel the warmth in her swelling breast, part maternal, part lustful. Without taking her active hand away, she used the other to move the bedside chair down so that it was positioned adjacent to her son's pelvis. Then she sat down, side-on to the bed, so that her knees were pointing towards the bed-head. She slowly crossed her legs so that her skirt rode an inch or two above the knee - a calculated gesture. She continued to watch Jason's handsome features, looking for a sign that might reveal his inner thoughts. She played with his cock and balls in a distracted way, as if it was the hand of another woman doing the deed. She watched his eyes close, as if in denial at what was happening. He was hard now. How delicious to have him at her mercy, unable to resist her advances. She could do what she wanted with him and there would be nothing he could do about it. That thought strangely excited her. When she looked away from his face to his crotch, she could see that when she brought her hand away, a nice wigwam remained - its centre-pole beating with a steady pulse that moved his shorts discernibly and told her he was ready. She got up from the chair to pull his shorts down. She helped him lift his bottom up so she could slide his shorts out of the way. His prick suddenly sprang out like a rubber cosh, revelling in its newly found freedom. Jason was well-endowed for an eighteen year old. She estimated him to be, maybe seven inches erect, very respectable. Not that she was unfamiliar with his dimensions, it was just that at this moment his size seemed more significant than ever before. She slid his shorts down to his ankles, but instead of removing them completely, kept them where they were, thinking this would restrict the movement of his legs, should Jason have the sudden urge to kick out in the excitement of the moment. A foot in the stomach or boob could be a painful thing, if not just damned dangerous. Better safe than sorry. She then reached for the tub of cold cream that she used whenever the casts chafed Jason's wrists. She scooped a blob on her fingertip and rubbed it between her palms until they were nice and greasy. Then she returned her attention to Jason's cock. It had a lovely light-brown hue along the shaft, laced with purple veins. The head was beginning to look like a crowing cockerel. She took him in hand, working the grease into his prick. She heard a small inward sigh, a soft moan. When it was done she got some more cream from the tub and used this to aid her in her masturbation of him, working her hand up and down, sliding along the length of it. It felt good and hot, slippery thick meat, and not for the first time since she began her tending of Jason, she had to admit to a familiar feeling between her legs, a tingling, an itch. She stopped for a moment to uncross them, squirming with the strange, but not unpleasant discomfort between her thighs. She then re-crossed her legs the other way. Jason had opened his eyes for a moment and found himself looking at his mother, her breasts, now prominent in the closer fitting cheesecloth shirt, appeared to beckon to him. Then down to her legs. Her skirt was higher, tauter than before. Whether this was deliberate or a misjudgement on Carol's part hardly mattered. Jason was enjoying the view which was presented to him. He could see the long curve of her thigh disappearing under her skirt, smell her perfume, and her sex. His mother smiled and winked. She knew why he was looking. "Do you like my legs?" she said. Jason nodded. His breathing had become ragged. "And my tits?" "I wish I could see them for real." "And to you like what I'm doing to you?" "Yes, Mum. I love it." "Good. Does my little boy love his mummy?" Another nod, a fluttering and rolling of eyes. "Does he love his mummy... lots and lots?" There was a croak, from Jason's throat which felt tight and dry to him. "Yes, he said." "Well, she loves you too!" "Please make me cum, Mother... Force me to shoot off for you. I want you to watch me cum." "You naughty boy! I will have to smack you for that." And she did, giving him a playful slap to the inside of his right thigh, and another to the left. His legs flexed in response to the little stings he felt. But they were held in place by the shorts around his ankles. She went back to rubbing his cock. "Any more crudeness from you, young man, and I will have to smack you hard. All I want is for you to enjoy your mummy's hand rubbing your lovely cock." "Oh, Mother... I love you." Mrs Jackson's worked smoothly along the length of her son's cock, settling into a steady rhythm. In the silence of the room, she could hear the slippy-slicky sounds that resulted from her actions. She then brought her other hand to bear, and rubbed the slippery, muscular-looking penis between her palms, a technique she had used on certain men, including her ex. It felt wonderful and sexy to have her son thus, caressing him between her feminine, long-boned fingers. She had the sudden impulse, or at least the thought, of taking it in her mouth. It was almost irresistible. Would that be overtly obscene? What would her son think of her for doing something like that? But before she could act on this impulse, there came a cry of release from Jason, a deep and long, almost strangled cry of anguish. To him, it was as if he felt a rushing of something, something crucial and significant inside of him, like something being set free after weeks of captivity. There was a surging from his balls. His body tensed and his head banged back against the bed-head, then fell forward on his chest. His legs tried to break free from their confinement so violently that the muscles stood out on his thighs. His pelvis bucked and squirmed. Mrs Jackson knew this was the critical moment. She could feel the bubbling and pulsing of his poor, frustrated dick. One hand continued to bring it to the boil and with the other she prepared the towel. But it was too late. A great stream of pearly white liquid cut the air in a long continuous arc, spewing and spitting from the eye of Jason's pride-and-joy to splash down in sticky little puddles on his chest and belly, still clad in the grey tee-shirt. A couple of stray dollops landed on the tops of his mother's knees as she struggled to contain the pulsing jets with the towel. His guts began to melt away from him, like quicksilver running through his loins as he emptied himself of the molten seed and along with it, the pain and frustrations of the last three weeks. "Oh my goodness, Jason. What a lot you've got. Clever boy! Good boy!" "Ugghh! Oh sweet Jesus. Ugghh!" "Come on, get it all out. You'll feel better for it," said Mrs Jackson, squeezing the base of his spluttering dick, as if this would somehow eject every last drop. And with one final grunt, Jason flopped back against the bed-head as a mixed feeling of elation and shame engulfed him. It was a violent ejaculation, the most intense he had ever experienced. The air in the room smelled strongly of fresh semen, and body sweat. "Oh Mum, sorry! You must be disgusted with me. Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Jason covered his eyes with his hand. "Why?" "All the mess, the gooey muck, you know. I couldn't help it... I'm so sorry. You must feel sick seeing it all." "Stop saying sorry... and I don't feel sick. I'm pleased for you. You certainly blew, that's for sure. I hadn't bargained for Mount Etna. But you'll be all the better for it." "Mount what?" "Never mind, my handsome boy... never mind." Just relax while I clean up. Why don't you have a little sleep and get your strength back? You look dead beat." "I could sleep for a week, Mum. And guess what? "Mmm?" "That goddam awful pain in my guts seems to have gone, just like magic." "Well, Jason... in that case I do believe we've had a resounding success. Doctor Phillips was right in his diagnosis then, wasn't he?" Mrs Jackson mopped up as best she could. The little droplets of cum on her knees were already thinning to water and beginning to run down her shins. She wiped these also. She had a sudden urgent need for the bathroom, but not to pee. She flopped down on the toilet, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She moved her legs apart to facilitate the thing that for her was impossible to ignore a moment longer. She had caressed herself no more than a dozen times when the most intense orgasm ripped through her. She tried desperately to hold in the shriek of joy and release that threatened to escape from her, as she ended up, face down against the tops of her gleaming, brown thighs. Her fingers glistened with her wetness. She felt weak and spent, and as the tears sprang to her eyes, so her whole body began to shake. "Oh dear Father, please forgive me, for I have sinned terribly..." Somewhere in the distance, she thought she could hear a voice calling back to her: "Then go ahead and sin more... You must demonstrate the love for your son in the ways that are right for you. Smother him; shape him; consume him – he is yours to use and cosset in whatever measures you so desire. He is your son... your son...yours forever..." Had such a shattering orgasm left her in a state of feverish hallucination? It had certainly left its mark.
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Chapter Six: Mothers, Sons and Lovers In the end, Jason Jackson's arms remained in plaster for a further two weeks, a total of six altogether. The news of their removal was greeted by an enormous sigh of relief and then elation for the young man. But the elation and relief was immediately replaced by a sense of dismay and disbelief, because when the casts were actually taken off Jason was shocked to see his once muscular and tanned arms looking a pale washed-out yellow, shrivelled and skinny. Where had his lovely toned biceps gone? It was an ugly and miserable spectacle, and after the elation of his new-found freedom, he became resentful and tearful, almost suicidal. "Yes, I know, it's sometimes a shock when the plasters are first taken off," said the nurse, sensing Jason's sudden change of mood. "You expect everything to be as before... and as we can see..." She was rubbing the feeling back into his arms. "It will be a little while yet before you get the strength and muscle tone back. You'll need to exercise your arms every day, but don't rush things. At first you'll be surprised how weak they feel, in fact they won't feel like your arms at all for the first couple of days. But don't worry... they'll soon be as good as new again." The nurse went over to a printer next to the PC on her desk. "I've run off a course of exercises for you. If you follow these sensibly, you shouldn't have any problems getting back to normal. Just don't think you can start right back doing all the things you were able to do before the accident... all right? And I shall want to see you in a week's time." Mrs Jackson drove her son home. He was quiet in the car. She tried to make conversation and was puzzled by his mood, but sensed his disappointment and decided it best to just drive and keep to herself. "My fucking arms look like fucking shit, Mum!" he said at last, as they turned into their home street. "Oh, you are speaking to me, then?" "And they're still useless." "What do you mean, useless?" "What do you think I mean? Useless is fucking useless, isn't it?" "What are you saying then..? That I've still got to assist you? Wank you off still?" Carol stifled a grin. Instantly, she bit her tongue and regretted her flippancy. But Jason had already begun to laugh and suddenly they were laughing together like it was all a big joke, and in a way, it was. At least the suffocating tension had been broken. Carol stopped the car outside the house and they got out. Jason's dark mood seemed to have lightened and his mother breathed a little easier. "I mean, have a look, Mum... Don't they just look fucking awful? I've got the arms of a ninety-year-old now." He was flexing them, trying to raise them up as they walked up the garden path, but the nurse had been right... they did feel like they didn't belong to him. They hurt like hell and there was no strength in them. "I mean, for ages I haven't been able to do sod-all with them. And now..." "You still can't do sod-all, right?" His mother smiled. "But there is an upside, Jay..." "Yeah, what would that be then, Mum?" Carol was putting the key in the door, turning the lock. They went inside and she closed the door behind them. She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. "I'll still have to see to you for a while then, won't I? Just till you get your strength back." "I suppose you will, Mother." "Now give Mummy a big mushy kiss. It's so nice to have you back to normal." "Hardly normal, Mum." "Well, as long as you're still too weak to push me away, I don't care. Give me a kiss." And suddenly his mother's lips were upon his in an embrace like they had never shared before. It seemed no natural to be doing so. Jason could only manage to put his arms around her waist as she continued to hold him to her. He felt her breasts pressing into his midriff as she tightened her hold on him. And then something happened that almost made him recoil in surprise, yet wasn't totally unexpected. Her tongue slid between his lips, thrusting forcefully between his teeth and insinuated itself in his mouth. Jason's stomach did a flip-flop, his mother's tongue sliding and swirling against his own. After all the things that had happened between them – the helping with his toilet, the tossing-off, the fantastic blow job – somehow this one act, a special kiss with his mother, seemed to surpass everything that had gone before. It was far more daring, exciting and erotic by its nature of closeness and intimacy, than even the sexual acts had been. It was as if a significant step forward had taken place in their relationship, a shift in emphasis and status, a symbolic commitment of true love between mother and son. And as he yielded and reciprocated his mother's kisses, so the silent tears of emotion came to his eyes and his body began to tremble. "Come on. We should both be happy," she said, finally releasing him and drawing back so she could focus on his face. She took her arms from around his neck and wiped away, first his tears, then the smear of lipstick from his mouth. Then she held on to the strangely soft flesh of his forearms and smiled lovingly into his liquid eyes. "So why don't I make us a nice cup of tea? I've got some chocolate digestive biscuits too... your favourite. Tonight we'll celebrate not only your freedom, but ours too. We'll get pissed together with a bottle of wine and some beers. What do you say, tiger?" "I reckon that'll be just fucking great, Mother." They embraced again and Carol backed her son up against the front door. She felt around Jason's bulging crotch with a hunger and urgency that surprised even them. Mrs Jackson slid her son's zip down in one smooth movement and freed his cock, already semi-erect with the turning tide of hot blood. She kissed him tenderly before saying. "I think we both know where this is leading, Jay... and speaking for myself... I cannot fight it anymore." And she slid down his body until she was on her knees and eye-to-eye with his bobbing prick. She looked up into his face, meeting his brown eyes that were almost black with lust. "I'm going to give you such a blow job, young man." "Oh fuck, Mother! Suck me off hard, you little tart. I love you." "I love you too, darling." And she brought him to a superbly intense climax inside 60 seconds which filled her mouth with her son's lovely cum. Jason's legs buckled and he slid down against the front door until he too was on his knees and face to face with his mother. And together they shared a champagne kiss, his mother transferring half the load to Jason's mouth so that he could enjoy the taste also. Temporarily exhausted, Jason slumped forward and his mother cradled his head against her warm, aching bosom and ran her fingers through his sweat-tousled hair. "Tonight, my rutty boy," she said after a moment. "You are going to fuck me. It's high time you and I became properly acquainted!" *** That night, in front of the telly, Jason and his mother snuggled up on the sofa. Carol had just started on her second bottle of wine. Jason was on his fifth bottle of mini-bud that he was drinking through two straws. It was more comfortable that way. They were watching Mamma Mia on DVD. Jason was in his jim-jams, black shorts and grey tee-shirt because he felt more comfortable than being in jeans and underpants. His mother had elected to wear a very sexy red tartan skirt that left little to the imagination. Up top she had on a skimpy white sweater which showed the shape of her superb breasts beautifully. A pair of white ankle-socks and white trainers gave her a nice 'innocent-yet-tarty' look. They were both feeling nice and comfortable, and pleasantly sozzled. Carol put her drink on the side and took Jason's bud from him and put that on the side also. She held his right hand between hers and caressed it, lovingly as well as maternally. She was sitting on his left and lolled against his shoulder as a feeling of light-headedness kicked in. "So what's it like getting sucked off by your mother?" Jason laughed at her boldness. "It's really hot, Mum. You're just fantastic, and I still can't believe it." "You do fancy me, don't you, Jay?" "Course, yeah. You're really great, Mum. You give me a hard-on every time you're near me." "Do I really?" "Yeah, straight up! All my mates call you a MILF, a scrummy-mummy. And I love your smell, Mum." "What, my perfume?" "Yeah... that too." "What do you mean, that too?" "Well, I like your other smells too." "Do you?" "Yeah, you know... your natural scent?" Carol laughed. "Natural scent? What would that be then?" "Well, you know... your... natural smell." "Well, come on then, tell me." "I am telling you." "What do I smell of then?" "I can't explain it. Just nice smells. I used to sniff your knickers when I was at school." Jason blushed. "What... in the classroom, you mean?" "No, don't be daft. I mean when I was that age." "What..? You mean you used to take them out of my drawer, you naughty boy?" "Sometimes, yeah. But mostly out of the wash-basket. The ones you'd been wearing that day." "You filthy pig." "Oh, don't say that, Mum?" "Well what am I supposed to say? Did they look nice on you?" Carol laughed, and put Jason's hand halfway up the inside of her thigh, but still below her hemline. He looked at their hands, flat together, against her bare tanned leg. "I didn't wear them." "I bet you did." "I didn't... well, maybe once or twice." Jason giggled. "Just to get the feel, you know." "Yeah, see? I knew it. I used to suspect it at the time, but I never said anything. What else did you do?" "I just used to sniff them." "What, put them over your head?" "No, just smell them, you know... the gusset." "Ooh-er!" Carol laughed. "It was lovely, Mum. It used make me get a real hard-on." "You didn't wank into them too, did you?" "Sometimes." "Err! What a mucky little pup you were." "Still am, Mum." Carol was encouraging her son's hand to move higher up her leg. She felt confident now that when she took her hand away, Jason's would remain to explore her further. She was right. "Would you like to smell them again? The ones I've got on?" "What, you mean right now?" "When you're ready. Why not? Bring back some nice memories for you." "Oh Mum, I'd really love to. That would be such a turn-on. By the way, what does my cum taste like?" "You should know. I let you have a taste... remember?" "I don't know how you can swallow all that stuff." "I didn't. You had half." "Oh yeah, that's what it was. I thought your kiss tasted kind of funny." Jason's hand was now under his mother's tartan skirt, almost to the top of her thigh. Her skin felt wonderfully soft and pliant. He noticed how, the higher his hand went up her skirt, the more humid the atmosphere became. It was as if his hand was advancing towards a seething pit of serpents. "I had a really weird dream the other day, Mum?" "What about?" "It was a fucking nightmare, I tell you. I couldn't mention it at the time. I dreamed I was back in hospital and... well, to cut a long story short, a doctor and two nurses were milking me for my sperm. I remember the big old nurse saying that they would make sure there was none left for my mother." "Well, I think we can prove her wrong, can't we?" He was suddenly aware that his hand now lay almost on her cunt and he felt strangely self-conscious about it, like he had suddenly realised how far he'd come and there was fear and doubt in his mind. There had been a few times with girls his own age where he'd got this far only for them to stop him, slapping his wrists, admonishing and belittling him, not allowing him to venture further. He would feel frustrated and angry and resent them. Nature was cruel like that. Hold the carrot out and then snatch it away; that was her game in life. For a moment he feared history may repeat itself. But this was his mother, a fully mature woman in the best and most beautiful years of her life, not some immature floozy with designs on getting a ring on her finger in exchange for a bunk-up. She would not thwart or humiliate him. What could be better than sex with your own mother, especially one as attractive as his? And you didn't really have to worry about getting a mum pregnant either. A mum could take care of herself; a mum would know all the little wrinkles and dodges to keep her out of trouble. A mum knows best, and especially what's best for her son. Needs must, Mrs Jackson. A mother's intuition. It always comes to the fore in times of adversity. His hand was now spread across his mother's warm crotch. His heart beat like a tom-tom. She made no attempt to stop him. She just sort of moaned inwardly and lolled heavily against him. She breathed into his ear: "I'd like you to be really naughty with Mummy, Jay." "In what way?" "I'd like you to... I'd like you to lick me off, you bad, rude boy." She giggled. "Would you like to please Mummy that way? You can have a nice sniff of my panties first to get you in the mood." Jason's heart almost skipped a beat in astonishment. Had his mother actually said what he thought he'd heard her say? Her skirt had risen enough to show a flash of her pure white cotton knickers, erotic in their simplicity, provocative in their cleanliness and beckoning from the darkness within like a temptress in the shadows. He pressed the light material against her, feeling the springiness of her lush bush beneath. Here was his mistress, his nemesis, the thing that brought him into the world and would now humble him into submission, consume him and quite possibly consign him forever to hell. Carol positioned herself so that her legs were astride him and she was lying back on the arm of the sofa. Jason continued to run his fingers across her warm pantied crotch, probing gently into the soft folds and crevices, familiarising himself with the geography and physiology of his mother's sacred domain. Her skirt was now up around her waist, the dark shadowed 'V' of her pubis visible through the brilliant white cotton. Her crotch was damp, humid like the atmosphere of a glasshouse. A strong scent wafted from her, a reek of expectation and excitement that signalled her desire, the desire to be possessed by her own flesh and blood. Jason felt his mother's hands on the back of his head, urging him towards her. For a moment the scent of her reminded him of those days when he'd held her soiled panties to his nose and devoured his mother's essence. But this scent was now, today, it was real, alive and cloying, drawing him down so that now his nose rested on her cunt. He breathed her in deeply, allowing her odour to permeate his being. He nuzzled her with the tip of his nose and felt her legs flex in response. He noticed that depending on where he touched her, there was a variation in responses that acted like a road map for him. Her smell was warm and divine, a musky, talcy, vaguely fishy essence that made his cock like throbbing rock. Between his mouth and nose and his mother's cunt, there was only a millimetre of cotton fabric. It would only now be a matter of sliding them down. It was easy because she raised her legs into the air so that he could slide them off. He sniffed the panties before tossing them onto the floor. His mother made herself convenient and available for the attentions of her son's mouth, his lips and his tongue. She remained with her legs elevated, her hands behind her knees, supporting the weight. This had the effect of displaying all her naked charms in a lewd and provocative way. Her cunt and even her arsehole were presented to him in a way that was at the same time shameless and shameful. The cocktail of scents, woman odours, emanated from her twin orifices and imbued him with lust and passion. He used his fingers to open her, parting her lips like the petals of a beautiful pink rose and marvelled at the glistening flesh within. There was a faint odour of drying pee on her pubes. It was irresistible and soon his tongue was gliding along her lush pink gash, running up and down the full length while his mother made little sighs and inward moaning sounds. As he ran his lips and tongue up and down the length of his mother's slit, sucking her here and there, he heard her breathless voice imploring him: "Do my bottom as well, darling." And Jason obeyed without question, his libido and lust was cranked right up. His tongue located his mother's smaller hole. It had a dry feel and taste, quite tart. But he slicked it up, using his hands to part her buttocks and expose more of it. Soon his tongue slithered inside the tight hole and he worked it round, opening and relaxing her. The taste of her arsehole was in stark contrast to her cunt. This little orifice was dry and bitter, yet somehow so naughty and exciting - the forbidden hole. Whatever it was, his mother left him in no doubt of the pleasure she was receiving from it. "Now do my clitty, darling." And he watched as her forefinger traced along her slit and located it for him somewhere near the top of her vagina, releasing it from the protective shroud of flesh. It stood out, exposed like an embarrassed, inflamed morsel of flesh. When he attended it with soft lips and swirling tongue, his mother's body moved in harmony, guiding him into giving her the luscious, almost electric sensations. Her breathing became rapid, almost ragged, and her soft sighs more frequent and urgent. Her syrup and honey slicked his tongue, surrounded his mouth. He drank the intoxicating liquid from his mother's furry cup. Each stab of the tongue was met by a corresponding flexing of the legs, an arching of the back, or a mournful sigh. But suddenly she was tearing at his hair. "No, no!" He heard her voice saying. And she was pulling his head away by a handful of hair with one hand, and at his shorts with the other, ripping them down as if there was an urgency that had to be addressed immediately. "I need your cock in me now, darling. Please be quick. You must fuck me now and we will cum together." And then he was inside her. It just seemed to happen. So perfectly naturally. No fuss or fumbling. It was unbelievable. Like a lovely all-consuming dream. His cock moved inside her, through the slick and the viscous, his pubis bumping with hers. He tore her top off, and worked his hands feverishly at the breasts still protected inside the Janet Raeger bra. But he would not be denied and this too he pushed up and away without any unfastening. Her breasts tumbled out like jellies from the mould, popping and flopping in front of him. Jason immersed himself in his mother's tits, sucking the pointing nipples and smothering himself in their womanhood and maternal comfort while his prick drove hard into her sopping cunt with a ferocity that made Carol grunt at the summit of each lancing thrust. He was very good. She was even better. And then the clawing of his back by the long red-varnished nails signalled that the moment was upon her. Her legs wrapped around his waist clamping her body to him, ensuring that there would be no escape from her intended goal. She piercing shriek hurt his ear, but any painful side effect was numbed by the intense orgasm that wracked his body. His sperm jetted into her womb with a force that threatened to leave his balls on the floor. His cum flowed from him in a seemingly never-ending molten gush. His mother's legs squeezed him, as did her vaginal muscles which held and constricted his cock, as if wringing from him every last drop of cum. And then it was done. They melted into one another, becoming whole. They lay wordless, breathing heavily for a few moments while they floated back to earth on beds of feathers where they fell asleep in each other's arms. Their love had been consummated, but was it with the blessing of God, or the Devil?
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Chapter Four Blow Job for a Special Son When Mrs Jackson had finally composed herself, she straightened her clothing and got unsteadily to her feet on legs that didn't seem to belong to her. Her orgasm had left her physically and emotionally drained. She went back into Jason's room and found him dozing. He looked peaceful, almost serene. It was as if all the strain, all the tension of the past few weeks had been lifted from him. She watched him breathing, the light rattle of a gentle snore already in accompaniment. His ample chest rose and fell slowly with his steady, even breaths. Her eyes swivelled to his crotch. No sign of an erection now. She wondered when he would need relieving again with a mixed sense of apprehension and excited anticipation. Having done it once, surely the second time would be easier now that the initial fears of guilt and embarrassment had been negotiated. The only obstacle that seemed to remain now was the fear of enjoying it - the act of taking her son in hand - so much that she became hooked on it. But she couldn't deny that she was kind of looking forward to her next call to arms, even though it scared her a little. It would surely be better than before, without the awkward tension that existed the first time between mother and son. Perhaps the next time, or if things continued to progress well, she could even spice things up a little? With the prospect of more illicit fun on the horizon, there was also a downside that occurred to her. She began to view the eventual removal of Jason's arm-casts with a sense of trepidation. Once her son was restored to full health, she would no longer be needed for all the things that he was at the moment incapable of performing for himself -- the washing, the dressing, the feeding, the... And while it was the least she could do in performing these duties for him, she was being held prisoner as much as her son by his incapacitation. But having tasted the pleasures and sins of intimacy with her own flesh and blood, there remained one duty she would now be loath to relinquish. What if the next visit to outpatients resulted in the casts being removed? Normal service would then be resumed. There would no longer be a legitimate reason for continuing intimate relations with her son. She felt closer to him now than ever before and there was an extra bond developing that had little to do with maternal love. Mother and son had become intrinsically linked by an act of mercy, yet one that was nonetheless sexual in its application. Inducing one's own son to orgasm had an excitement and appeal about it that could not be obtained or equalled by normal sexual relations - that is, those outside of the family blood circle - and this was something that Mrs Jackson had become, perverse as it seemed, well aware of. It was Thursday. The next visit to outpatients was the coming Tuesday and the possibility of good news for Jason - if not his mother. Since his motorcycle accident, Carol had arranged to work only afternoons until her son could see to himself. In this way she was able to attend to Jason's morning needs and he would then be okay until she returned at around half-past-five. She had modified certain items of clothing for him, two or three pairs of jeans that had the front and back cut away to facilitate his toilet needs, and while these looked comically obscene, it was a necessity that couldn't be ignored. Of course, if it came to bottom-wiping, it was still a problem. Fortunately, he wasn't often caught short in the afternoon. He was regular as clockwork, and then at the times his mother was on hand to see to him - namely mornings. She felt reluctant to wake him from such a relaxed sleep, but it was necessary to get him up, washed and moving about. She knew he needed some sort of exercise and to take an interest in the things around him. She didn't want him to die of boredom sitting on the sofa all day. Once Mrs Jackson had seen to her son's needs and got him comfortable on the sofa, she kissed him on the forehead, ruffled his hair and left for work. In the days that followed, Carol Jackson masturbated her son for a second time on the Saturday morning, following his first pee of the day. It wasn't planned -- it just happened that way. For only the second time that week, Carol had found Jason in a state of repose. The release of semen two days previously had obviously gone some way to addressing and relieving the constant hard-ons Jason had been suffering the last few weeks. He had finished peeing, but instead of his mother tidying him up straight away, she held onto him, pulling on his limp dick gently until she felt it twitching, coming alive like a fledgling sparrow finding its wings for the first time. Jason had been quite content to allow this to happen, and without a word between them she brought him to a full erection before tossing him off vigorously to another superb climax. This resulted in Jason shooting his cum all over the low-level cistern and upturned toilet seat, the last watery dregs of which settled around her fingers. She could not resist putting them to her mouth and licking them clean of the warm, sticky, slightly soapy-tasting goo. It was not at all unpleasant. So agreeable was this discovery that she planned to capture all of Jason's sperm in a condom the very next time she gave him a wank and then when she was alone, empty the thing into her mouth and guzzle it all to see what it was like to swallow a decent whack of cum. This happened on Sunday evening while they were watching Midsomer Murders on the TV, seated together on the sofa. His mother had already changed into her nightclothes. To retain a degree of modesty and decency when in the presence of his mother, Jason would often sit with a tee-shirt or something draped over his private parts. But the sudden tenting of the men's handkerchief that this time protected his modesty caught Mrs Jackson's eye and without making an issue of it she reached over and began fondling her son through the cotton material. "Are you okay?" she said. "Will you do it for me, Mum? "If you like. Are you up for it then?" "Mum, I'm fucking aching for it. Can't you tell?" "All right, I'll do it here. But I'm going to use a condom on you this time." "Why? I thought you liked seeing the spunk fly?" "I do... but I don't want a mess on the furniture, it's not even paid for yet." She fetched her handbag, sat back down and rummaged around inside. She brought out a packet of three, took one out and split the foil with her teeth. She removed it from the foil, squeezed the air out of the teat, rolled it down over her son's swollen cock and smoothed out the creases. This was a new sensation. Carol loved the slick, tight feeling of the condom's gossamer skin around Jason's dick. And for him, his mother's hand felt wonderfully warm and sensual wrapped around the slick rubber sheath. There seemed something more risqu?perhaps even a little obscene about the introduction of a condom to their sex games. And this heightened the sexual tension and anticipation between them. She rubbed moisturiser into her hands and began playing with him. "How does it feel, lover boy?" "Great... absolutely fucking gorgeous, mother." "Brings a new feel to it, doesn't it?" "Yeah, and I thought it would spoil the fun. Like it would be like having a bath with my boots on." "But I can tell you love it, don't you? Now your mummy can watch all your lovely creamy cum collect in the end. What a thrill for her. Tell me, darling... if I wasn't your mum, would you find me attractive? I mean, if you'd never seen me before would you fancy me?" "How can I answer that?" "It's hypothetical. If you saw me walking down the street and you had never seen be before, would you like what you saw?" "Course!" "What..? Fancy me?" "Yeah, probably... Look, Mum, can you concentrate on what you're doing and stop playing twenty questions?" "Sorry, darling... I just wanted to know how you felt." "I love you, Mum... and I also think you're very sexy. So do a lot of my mates. Now please..." "You never let on before." "You've never asked. Oh, fucking Jesus, Mother... that is so good what you're doing now." Carol was using both her hands, squeezing the slippery rubber cock through her palms as if it was a bar of soap. "Come on, my lovely boy... spunk for Mummy... give me lots and lots of cream..." And even before Carol had completed her playfully goading sentence, Jason felt his insides tighten, like an arrow being drawn back in the bow, then the release and the loosening of the arrow. "Woo, woo, woo! Oh yes, Jay, look at that what a lovely load you're making." The familiar melting away from his guts seemed to last an eternity, as Carol watched the end of the condom filling with her son's hot spunk. "My God, Jay, you're ballooning the end." "Oh, Mother... you are something else." When it was finally over, Carol kissed her son's forehead, carefully removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and wiped his sopping prick. She left him to himself and went to the bathroom and sat down on the loo. She unravelled the condom from the tissue and studied the opaque, slimy, floppy tube. It was still warm and the bubbly contents swilled around inside as she tipped it end to end. She sniffed at the open end where an acrid mixture of ammonia and rubber greeted her nostrils. She began masturbating while continuing to inhale the potent aroma. She dipped the tip of her tongue in now and again as she became bolder and more excited by her frigging and soon the moment was upon her, threatening to fold her body in half. But she maintained her upright sitting attitude, tossed her head back and tipped the entire contents of the used condom into her mouth as her own liquid flowed between her legs and soaked her hand. She swilled the ejaculate around her mouth, savouring and acclimatising to the viscous soapy taste that dominated her taste buds. With one great gulp, accompanied by a shudder, she swallowed it all down, leaving a strange burning sensation at the back of her throat. On Wednesday the news that Jason's casts were to remain on for another week was greeted with mixed feelings. Jason was visibly deflated, but his mother reflected on at least one more week of illicit fun. On Friday night Carol went out with some friends from work. She had been invited along to a hen night by some friends from work. A workmate was getting married in a week's time. At first she wasn't sure about going, thinking that it was a little unfair on Jason to be left again after being alone all afternoon. But she had been talked into it by Jody and Karen and although Jason was a bit grumpy about her going, he reluctantly agreed that he'd be okay for a few more hours. It was quite a relief for Carol to get out with the girls and she made the most of it, having quite a lot to drink and having a nice long feel of the male stripper's enormous cock. When she got back home she was a little worse for wear, but happy and giggly. Unfortunately she found Jason in a bad mood and wallowing in self-pity. "What fucking time do call this?" he said. His face was like thunder. His mood was totally unexpected. She glanced at her watch, hoping to make light and diffuse the situation. "Well, my watch says a quarter past twelve. How about yours, Rambo?" There was a slight slur to her words which seemed to anger Jason even more. "And just what the fuck am I expected to do? I can't do nothing. I can't get undressed, make a drink, I can't piss and I got no fucking arms and you're out swanning it up all over the fucking place." Carol felt her good mood rapidly disappearing. "Hey, what's the matter with you? I'm not that late. Surely you don't begrudge me a night out. It's the first time I've been out socially in three weeks." "And that's supposed to make it all right, is it? That's supposed to make it all better?" "Look Jason, I have one bloody night out and you give me a hard time. All the things I've had to do for you, surely I'm entitled to some slack." "I'm pissed off with it all. I'm a fucking prisoner, I can't do anything! And you're out getting cocked by some bloke!" "I beg your pardon?" "You heard... You're a fucking slag. Look what you've done to me." "What are you talking about?" "You act like an old prossy, tossing me off. Look at the state I'm in. I don't know whether I'm coming or going. You've fucking ruined me. I'll never be the same again..." "You selfish pig, Jason. Do you only ever think about yourself?" "Me? Selfish? Come off it, Mum. I feel like crap and you're out enjoying yourself." "Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself..." And then Carol saw the tears running down her son's face. She went to him and put her arms around him. "Hey look... Come on, I'm sorry. I'm here now aren't I? I know you've been through a terrible time, but next week you'll be free again. You can start getting back to normal." She pressed her son's head against her breast. "I'm sorry if you thought I was out a bit late tonight." "I was just worried, Mum... that's all." "Worried? About me? That's very chivalrous of you." "Don't leave me like that again." "Shh, I'll make you a drink in a moment, and then I'll get you ready for bed." "Do it for me, Mum." "Sorry?" "You know... Give me one before bedtime. I'll go fucking mental if you don't." And Mrs Jackson kneeled between her son's legs and took the newspaper away that was covering his huge erection. His cock was indeed in need of urgent attention. She grasped it in both hands, began to caress it, and then thought what the hell. She looked at Jason who was looking right back at her. "I expect it's been a while since you last had a blow job, son? Not since you were going with Kim." "She never gave me a blow job, Mum. To be honest, incredible as it seems, I've never had one before." "Are you serious? I thought all young girls did it these days." "I've never met any." "You poor thing. Well... as a way of making things up to you. I'm going to give you a very special treat." And with that, Jason watched his mother take his cock into her mouth. He felt her velvet tongue sliding along the length of it and watched her head move against his groin. He couldn't quite believe it. He must be dreaming... his own mother sucking him off. He closed his eyes, and then opened them almost immediately to make sure it wasn't a dream. But it was real. Her head began to work and bob up and down on his prick. Occasionally, she would feed it into her mouth with her hands and once she made herself gag until she got the trajectory at a comfortable angle. Then the powerful sucking of a woman who knew what she was doing, taking the thick young cock all the way down, sliding her lips and tongue up and down the slippery shaft as if it was a lollipop. And then she was licking his balls, taking them into her mouth in turn, from one to the other, and finally both together. The feeling was exquisite and he could feel the sap rising. She rested from the sucking, getting her breath back, but continued to manipulate him with her slender hands. But soon she was on him again, this time giving it some meaning. Jason began to worry with his climax fast approaching, about coming in his mother's mouth. Should he warn her about coming, so that she would have time to get clear? Or should he just let it happen? "Oh, Mother... I'm going to cum... watch out... Ugghh..! Agghhh..." But her head stayed put, her mouth continuing to suck even as his stuff poured forth." "Mmm... slurp... suck..! Give it all up for Mummy, Jay. Your cum is so delicious. I want it all." Jason felt like his whole life was being sucked from his balls. He watched his mother's throat working to get the whole load down. He thought she'd never release him, but finally she came up for air, licking her lips for any errant drops of cum. Then she laid her head in his lap and drifted off to sleep. "I love you, Mum," he said, and soon he too had fallen asleep. (...continued in Chapter Five -- Jason's Nightmare...)
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My First Tim and five of his friends are heading to his uncle’s cabin for the weekend. They live in Colorado and the cabin’s about three to four hours away. It’s a quick vacation and everyone needs the time away. They all rode together, enjoying each other’s company. “You always say that, Tim”, Tim’s girlfriend, Stephanie, said with a laugh. They were discussing the differences of two comic book companies, DC and Marvel, or rather debating which one was better. It was Tim’s opinion that DC Comics was the better of the two while Stephanie opposed him, as usual. The other people in the car were his best friends, Connor, Bart, and Cassandra. The three of them along with Tim had been best friends since their teenage years when they all went to the same high school. Nothing could separate the foursome now that they were in college. Also along the ride were Bart’s girlfriend, Rose and Connor’s cousin, Kara. Kara was absolutely gorgeous. She was a tall blond, conserved but spirited. She also went to school with Tim, only she was two years older. She was the typical All-American cheerleader. Tim would go to a game and stare at her the entire time. Unfortunately, she was always out of reach. As he drove he glanced in the rear view mirror and found her sitting in the back of the truck, between Cassandra and Bart. She was reading a small novel she’d picked up at the school library so her head was down. The book, held in her hands, was just below her chest. Tim analyzed the two bulges protruding from her blouse that were her perfect B sized tits. The blouse was white, buttoned almost to the top except for the last one, showing a little cleavage. He suddenly remembered the many times in high school, late at night, when he would beat off to fantasies of her. She was the hottest chick he’d ever known. Feeling a tightness in his jeans Tim found that his cock was hard. Embarrassed he focused on the rode. All over again he felt flustered, the thought of Kara turned him back into a teenager in ten seconds. Neither Connor nor Stephanie would’ve been happy with his thoughts. Needing some fresh air he subsequently stopped at a gas station along the road. He got out, asked anyone not stretching there legs if they wanted anything and walked into the gas station followed by Bart and Cassandra. They picked up a couple snacks and some drinks, Bart grabbing more condoms in the process. As they joked and chatted Tim finally noticed the girl standing behind the counter at the head of the store. She had dark brown hair and she was smoking a cigarette. She was extremely gorgeous, petite with a rare set of nice tits. Her shirt was tight and she wore a pair of tight cargo shorts. “Dude, check out the hottie behind the counter.” Bart must’ve noticed her the same time Tim did. “She’s definitely an eight, bro. I’d love to fuck around with her a couple times.” Cassandra saw her too. “Like she’d go for you”, she teased. “Shut up, Cas”, retorted Bart as they approached the counter. They paid for their stuff and gathered everything into bags. The entire time Bart watched the girl behind the counter with the tight clothes on. Tim played it off better. “Hi, I’m Bart.” She looked at him raising an eyebrow. “Hi. Lana…” “You go to school around here, Lana?” Bart acted as if he were truly interested in the new acquaintance. “No”, she looked a little ashamed, “I dropped out.” “Oh that’s too bad. Me and my friends here are headed to a cabin about forty five minutes up the rode.” He eyed her for a second then added, “You should come.” “…I wouldn’t want to impose”, she replied. Tim felt her embarrassment as she was put on the spot. He felt bad for her, and Bart wasn’t making it any better. To change the subject he asked, “Where’s your bathroom?” “Oh, its right over there. She pointed to a door close to the register stand. “Thanks”, Tim said with a smile. She smiled back, exposing the dimples in her cheeks. She was gorgeous, probably on the level of Kara, maybe just a bit below Kara, definitely hotter than Stephanie though. As she looked at Tim, she had this weird look in her eyes, like a hunger or something similar. Tim brushed it off and headed for the bathroom. Bart and Cassandra left with the bags. Tim entered the bathroom, not wanting to at first although he did have to pee severely. He smelled the aroma, men’s piss in the air. He approached the stall, unzipping his pants. Retrieving his cock he noticed its semi-erect form, caused by Lara, the hot gas station attendant. As he peed he heard a click behind him. Immediately he cut his piss short, forcing his eight inches of dangling dick back into his briefs. He spun to see what was the cause of the clicking noise. He was determined not to experience his worst nightmare. First a clicking noise, then some big guy named Al would attempt to take his anal virginity. “No fucking way…”, Tim murmured to himself and the bathroom as he eyed the person standing in the way of the bathroom. “Hi.” Lana stood with one hand behind her holding the knob of the door she’d just locked. Her other hand was clutched to the back of her neck, twirling her fingers in her dark brown hair. She arched her back on the door as she took a deep breath, the tits suffocated her tight shirt rose in response. Tim, silent, watched her nipples protrude and point in his direction. What the fuck is going on? Tim was nervous, he’d been quiet since his eyes fixed on her. She only looked at him with the same hunger in her eyes as before. He couldn’t remove his gaze even if he wanted to. Her shorts were tinier than he first thought, showing a length of tanned thighs shift as she watched him. Finally he managed, “Hey..” She bit her lip. Continuing, he asked, “Is there a problem?” His mind began to race as a number of thoughts encircled his head, all perverted. She responded, “I hope not.” She smirked then, releasing her hand from he knob of the door and took a step. “I really admired how you helped me out back there, with your friend and everything.” Is that what she really wanted? “Oh… It’s no problem. Bart can be a handful sometimes.” She chuckled. “A handful, huh?” She took a couple more steps. “I was thinking, maybe I could help you out since you helped me.” And with another step she was face to face with Tim. Tim smelled how sweet her perfume or whatever it was smelled on her. She smelled like cherries. He took a deep breath as she gazed into his eyes, slightly shorter, but inches away from his face. “Y-you want to help me, how?”, he managed. She looked at him a moment longer, cocking her head. “Well I was thinking maybe you’d need some help here.” He was confused, but turned on as well. “Here? Like to pee?” Another chuckle. “Yeah, to pee”, she said sarcastically. “It looked liked you weren’t done when I walked in”, she admitted, “and I was thinking maybe I could help you finish.” With that she sprang forward embracing Tim in a passionate kiss. It was wet and animalistic. She was all over him, her hands running through his hair, her crotch pressed against his, and her tongue down her throat. Tim couldn’t believe what was happening. This hot ass girl, whom he didn’t even know, was seducing him in a bathroom while his girlfriend was outside waiting for him. Oh shit. He managed to brake her embracing, gasping for air as he flustered, “Wait! My girlfriend is right out there waiting on me. I can’t do this.” Although he severely wanted to. Lana stared at him, into his eyes. And smiled. She suddenly dropped to the floor on her knees and simultaneously pulled his jeans and briefs down. Free at lance his dick dangled in front of her face, frantically rocking up and down upon its release. Tim stood in shock, from bewilderment he hadn’t noticed how hard his dick had gotten. It was hot red, with a single vein stretched down its length. Lana eyed the eight inch and it eyed her back. “Looks like he doesn’t have a girlfriend”, she teased. She pushed Tim back against the stall and he was careful enough not to fall into his own pee. She moved towards him on her knees. With swing she had one hand on his thigh right above the knee and another wrapped around the base of his cock. At that moment Tim had both butterflies and goose bumps. She slouched down a little, fiddled with something she was working with in her mouth and released a huge wad of spit completely covering half of his erect penis in it. From there she threw her mouth onto his dick and made an attempt to swallow the thing whole. Reaching the base she sprang her head back and did it again, this time holding it for at least four seconds, to Tim it felt like a lifetime. Her forehead pressed against his abs, her tongue pressed against his balls. She had both hands to the back of his thighs as she deepthroated his cock. Tim moaned a loud, “Aaahhhhw FUCK!” The pleasure he felt from Lana’s warm, welcoming throat was amazing. He watched as she began going back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster giving his cock the best blow job he’d ever had. Minutes went by Lana released his cock from her mouth nibbling it a little with her teeth right before letting it go. She raised herself a little arching her back and pulled off her shirt, throwing it behind her. Her tits bounced once as they felt freedom, her pink nipples hard as erasers. “Oh fuck”, said Tim as he gazed at her amazing tits. She grabbed his cock again and licked it, her tongue sliding up head of the shaft. She raised it with a hand and pressed it to his stomach. She licked the belly all the way to the tip and went back down. She was at the balls now and was running her wet tongue, knocking them back and forth. Tim closed his eyes as she sent chills up his body. She began sucking them, individually at first, then gradually fixed them in her mouth together . She looked up at him as his balls were caught in her mouth being worked with her tongue. She was beautiful, her green eyes stared into his. They were pleading to him, pleading for something Tim knew he had to do. She released the balls with a smacking sound and said, “Do you want to fuck me?” Tim didn’t answer. Instead he pulled her up off her knees. Kissing her he grabbed her ass in the tight shorts, and damn were they tight. He squeezed her cheeks almost pulling her off the ground. She groaned releasing their kiss. “That’s right baby, play with my ass!” She commanded catching a breath. Tim needed no more coercion. He spun her around throwing her towards the sink. The mirror showed her magnificent boobs in the bathroom light. Tim stood behind her his exposed and hard dick pressed against her ass, the only thing between them were her shorts. Like an animal Tim ripped the shorts down. He pulled them to her ankles. She had on no underwear. Tim eyed the luscious ass below him. He turned quickly, slapping it with his cock. “Mmmm, baby stopping teasing and fuck the shit me!” She groaned. "I want you to fuck the shit out of me." Tim grabbed hold of his dick at its based and with the tip found her pussy dripping wet. He felt an oozing sensation as he warm pussy dripped on the head of his cock. He couldn’t take it anymore. He thrust it in inside of her filling up most of the petite body she had. The sensation was indescribable. She was warm, wet, and tight, and it all belonged to him for right now. He became a different person. At first he was the victim, not necessarily raped but she did force herself on him. Now he felt as if he were in control. His mindset was changed. He was lustful, angry even, and passionate. He grabbed the back of her neck, and biting his lipped he gave her a hard thrust slapping his front into her ass. She moaned again and again he did it. He pounded her for several minutes constantly ramming his body into hers shaking both her and the mirror in front of them. He looked at her perfect body through the mirror became transfixed on her tits. They shook violently as he hammered her pussy over and over again. Releasing her neck her wrapped his arms around her, encasing her boobs in his hands. He clutched them like they belonged to him. Getting fucked the shit out of Lana reached for the back of Tim’s neck. She was absolutely engrossed with him slamming his fat dick inside of her sending jolts of electric pleasure throughout her innards. She was beginning to cum and could see no way out of it, not that she wanted to. Suddenly she felt it as she grabbed the edge of the sink with one hand and played with her clit with the other. Her orgasm came quickly as she her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she felt convulsions of terrible magnitude. She screamed in pleasure as she spread her pussy, still getting fucked, and squirted all over the sink and the mirror of the bathroom. Intervals of clear, liquid sprang from her pussy onto everything. He had made her cum and made squirt for the first time. What the fuck… Turned on now more than ever Tim paused his bombardment of her tight pussy. He breathed heavily as she craned her neck and kissed him passionately. Nothing else mattered. “Fuck me in my ass, baby”, she whispered to him, eyes clothes and with more affection than Stephanie ever showed in bed. He subconsciously thanked her. Slowly removing his dick, he eyes his sword of destruction. It was dripping wet of cum juice, wet enough to now tackle a tight ass hole. He exhaled penetrated her in the ass. It was even tight than her pussy clutching his cock as if to never release it again. Swiftly, however, he began to fuck it. They had moved back some from the sink so that Lana could bend over. She did so, looking back at him he pounded what used to be her ass hole. She watched him and analyzed how powerful he look demolishing her tight hole, pleasuring them both. She stared at the god that he was. Tim saw Lana staring at him and began to look her in her eyes she took his every thrust. The only sound were their breathing and the sound of their bodies smacking against one another. Tim’s balls constantly hit Lana’s pussy every time he rammed her and each time her right eye winced. It was almost here. The moment he’d thought of since she first began to swallow his cock. He was about to cum. Shoot a hot load into the first ass hole he’d fucked. It was more than what he could ever ask for. She was ready, this it what she worked for. “Give it to me! Give me that fucking cum! Give it to me! Give it to me!”, she pleaded. Her eyes sending the same message in passionate silence. He was almost there. He began to feel his cock pulsating with every thrust as he sped up. She kept her eyes locked on him, grabbing his arm comfortingly. “Come on, that’s it. Milk that fucking cum!” she groaned. “Yeah, baby, milk that fucking CUMMMM!!”, she moaned again as she had her second orgasm. Tim was about to oblige her, award her for her hard work when she said; “Cum on my fucking face, baby! I want that fucking cum all over me baby! PLEASE!!”. Holy shit, never before had he’d been allowed to cum on a girls face. Maybe in there mouth but never on their face. This was a chance he wouldn’t miss. Ripping his dick from her tight fucking ass he pulled back on the brink of cumming. She turned around and dropped to her knees, desperation in her face. He stroked his dick violently in her face ass her eyes pleaded “Suck it”, he choked. She acknowledged wrapped her mouth around it’s entirety, vigorously stimulating it. Tim moaned in delight and without thinking grabbed the top of her head with both hands and violently began to fuck her face. His speed was stunning as he pounded the girls face ass if it were her ass hole. She gagged and gagged on his cocked which sent him into a frenzy. Spit bubbled from her mouth disgustingly beautiful, getting everywhere. She never pushed away though, just allowing the boy to fuck the mouth she wouldn’t feel tomorrow. It was there! Tim felt it running through in dick. He savored the feeling, grabbing the back of the girls head smashing her face onto his crock, his cock as far down her throat as it could possibly go. They were there for ten second, her mouth gurgling with spit and it oozing from the corners dripping down her naked body. She would never tell him to let go. With his cock ready to burst Tim looked at her. “…Look at me”, he muttered. Immediately her green eyes found his and he said, “…I love you” Staring at Tim, Lana grabbed the back of his ass cheeks with her hands and pulled herself into his cock, causing herself to make a tremendous gargling sound as spit erupted from her mouth making the area between him messier than ever. Tim pulled back and Lana let go, gasping for much need air. He grabbed his soaking wet dick and shot the load he’d been holding back for so long. His cock erupted in sprays of thick white cum, blanketing Lana face and hair. Her tongue sprang from her mouth as it was draped in his juice. She swallow what she could, thankful for every drop. Tim screamed in lustful satisfaction, choking the last bit of cum from his cock he thought he’d be cheating if she didn’t get it all. He gazed at her, cum everywhere. It hit her face dropping on her forehead, a little in her eyes, large amounts in her hair, and a lot cover her mouth. She exhaled heavily, clutching her boobs in fulfillment. Tim only eyed the mysterious girl. She reach for his cock and placed her mouth on its head literally the rest of the cum that didn’t escape. With a pluck she let his cock dangle there. And caressing the back of his calves she smiled, “Mmmm. Thank you, baby...”
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[b] I remember my first time I was with a man.. I was 22 and my g.f. and I had just broke up the day before. That was thursday so friday I had a shitty day at work and nothing seemed to go right,when I got a 2 way from Lee he is a friend of my ex's and he was wanting to know what had happened. So after explaining to him thaty I was at work and couldnt talk about it now he said (why dont we meat at the "L" for a beer and talk about it after work). I agreed and 4:30 couldnt come quick enough. Not that I was wanting to see him I figured he was just going to try to talk me into going back out with her any ways...But I really wanted to get drunk and find some pussy. Plus that bar is really cool with lots of good music and food . Plus the women are pretty as hell alot of the times. So any ways we met and did some bull shitting and checking out women. Wich for some reason they always seem to flock all over him??? Lee is a rather broad built black man who was 33 at the time and about 6' 3" tall . Not really all that much to look at but he has a rugged appearance about like me. I am white with a dark complection 5' 7" 205 muscular pounds with dark bro hair and eyes with tattoo's all over my arms and back and a 7 inch cock. I dont know exactly how fat my cock is but my ex used to wrap a dollar bill around it and only the edges touched.She would say it was going to be her money maker and teas me saying she was going to put me on the corner for all the rich people to have fun with. Women have always said it was real fat. But I have always thought they were full of shit. But the nite wore on and then it was closing time and it was just me and him out in the parking lot talking next to our vehicals. Well he said. I think I am too shit faced to drive ........"gimme a lift home"?? I said sure and took him to his house wich was about 6 miles from the bar. When we get there he cant find the keys to get into his house when he got a call from Jim the bar tender. Who was real good friends with Lee. He told him he had his keys and does he want to come and get them since he left them on the bar and lee looked at me...I told him not to worry about it I didnt feel like taking my chances to drive clear over ther to get his keys and told him he could crash at my place. He told him to put them into his car under the drivers seat and he would get them tomorrow. When we get to my house I showed him were the spare blankets were since he was going to be on my couch. I headed for the shower and when I came out of the shower he was pissing in the tiolet with his back to me. He said I'm sorry but with all the beer I couldnt hold it no longer. Then he asked you dont mind if I get in after you do-do you? Well playing football in school I wasnt afraid to be naked around another man. I said no go ahead and went to get him a towell. When I returned he was already naked turning the shower on and I didnt think much about it. with my towell around my waist I went to my room and dried off and laid down. I must of fell right to sleep because when I woke up I was still on top of my blankets and I was recieving a wonderful head job. I didnt think nothing about it at first. I thought it must be Tabby from down stairs. She was the reason my g.f. broke up with me...For some reason women dont take it too good when they wake up to another woman sucking thier mans dick. Wich she snuck in to my appartment to do alot. It wasnt hard for her she had a key to get my mail and feed my pirahnas since my work always puts me out of town at the worst moments possible. But for some reason this felt sooo much better. I felt like I was about to cum when I reached down to grab her head so I could jam it down her throught when I felt really short nappy hair!!! I opened my eyes and saw Lee and about shit ! I screamed and hollared W.T.F. and fell out of bed trying to crawl away from him. When I hit the floor I screamed for him to get the fuck out because I wasnt a fucking fag. But after I was done he had the nerve to ask me if it felt good?!?!...... I then about shit I got up off of the floor and dove for him grabbing for him I was so mad that I was going to kill him. When I landed on him he rolled me over so I was in a 69 position with him and him over me and he started to suck on my cock again...Wich I might add was sill as hard as ever. his super fat cock was laying on my chin and his ball were over my eyes when I looked up. It seems like all of the fight just left me and all I could say is I'm not gay man. He stopped long enough to say I know. Now I have saw some black cocks in the locker room at the gym from time to time and even seen some back in school but never have I ever wanted to suck one or even look at one. But for some reason when I opened my mouth was I shocked!!!! I loved the taste of his cock and I started to suck on it the way I liked Tabby to suck on mine. he started to moan and then I pushed him off of me . He looked like I brooke his heart when I told him to lay down on his back. He jumped at the chance thinking I was done with him he was now happy to find out he was wrong. I saw his member as he rolled over and was very impressed. at the base of it he was as thick as my wrist and the head was twice the size of mine......I slowly crawled up to his cock and told him "if you tell any one I will kill you" and his 9 inch monster stared to dissappear in my mouth. Now he must of enjoyed it because he started to buck against my mouth gagging the fuck out of me but I kept going down on him and the next thing I knew he was blasting into my hungry mouth. I thought I was going to choke from all of the cum he was shooting into it when I let off I had a mouth full and he was still shooting... CLear up on his chest and face. When he was done I asked him how it was. He told me that no one gives head better than a "STRAIT MAN" and laughed. With that I looked down at my own cock and saw a huge puddle of pre cum on my sheet and said I hope we arent done because there is no way I can sleep with the biggest hard on of my life. He said no and then he asked me to fuck him. I thought about it for a minute...."would that make me gey if I fucked him in his ass?" Then I thought and said out loud fuck it. well I know I always liked Tabby to finger fuck me when I was getting head but only one finger and she always made sure to suck on my ass first to lube it up. I remember the first time she did that I about punched her. But I will tell you that one later. So anyways I sat down on the bed inbetween his legs and lifted his legs up and put his knees on my sholders with his lower legs going down my back. I lifted his ass with my hands and started to lick the little pucker that was twitching when my tounge hit it. Feeling his balls on top of my nose I felt like I was in heaven. The noises he made was incredible. I was in total controll as I ate his wonderfull tasting asshole I knew I was good because I had eaten out alot of womens asses. The taste was nothing different but the smell was alot different. I could smell the musk of his balls on my nose the smell of his nut on my face and my own as well. It was so fucking great I might really be able to get into this shit I thought. Then I heard something I had never expected to hear from him as he then asked me to fuck his little asshole. When I pulled my tounge from his ass it was winking in approval at me. I then got up on my knees and saw my puddle was even larger. He sat up really quickly taking my cock in his hand he said he was going to lick some of the precum off of it first. He went down a couple of times and then he deep throughted me. No woman has ever been able to do that to me. Then as fast as he started he stopped and layed back down on his back. I thought I was going to cry when he stopped but I saw him lifting his legs up and grabbing them just behind the knees and I snapped back to reality. I walked up to him on my knees and slowly pointed my cock at his puckered ass hole and slowly pushed in it. I felt it slowly work its way through the first ring then it stopped and he was tighter then hell. I looked at him as he grabbed my hips pulling on me. Then my cock slid all the way in to the hilt. He screamed and I moaned a low loud moan. I just stayed like that for like 2 minutes savoring the feeling then I slowly started to rock my hips back and forth. I looked into his eyes and he was staring rite through me in pure lust it was beutiful. I have only untill this point in my life saw a woman make a face of pure dispare but he did at that moment. He started to shake all over and the next thing I knew I felt his ass spasming out of controll I looked down to see was shooting another load and I lost it. I stared to ram his ass as hard as I could feeling him cum had just sent me over the edge. I was getting ready to release when he asked me to stop and shoot it in his mouth I pulled my cock out of his ass with a slippery wet squishing noise and looked at it and was supprised to not see any shit on it. I had always had shit on my cock when fucking a woman in her ass. He jumpend onto his hands and knees and I fell to my back then he grabbed my tool with his left hand and started to cuck on my cock when he stopped only for a second he put 2 fingers in his mouth and got them all wet then he placed my cock back in his mouth and started to suck my cock again I was on the edge when he pushed hard on my ass and shoved his fingers all of the way in untill his hand was against me . He started to fuck me like crazy with his long ass digits when with his free fingers and tumb grabbed my ever tightining sack and squeezed now I thought I had came before but I was in pure bliss as he drank spurt after spurt of my cock. I must have shot at least ten spruts of cum untill it felt so good it actually hurt a little and I made him stop. I was afraid if he didnt my ass would sink clear through the bed and floor and fall in to Tabby's bed room. as I finished cumming I heard a cough from behind us and it was Tabby standing there. I was shocked at first untill I saw she was standing there with a wicked smile on her face. Naked as the day she was born her hand inbetween her spread legs rubbing a thousand miles an hour. She was sweating as bad as we were and she asked us why didnt I come and get her.....Apparently he beat her to the head job earlier. She siad she had seen the whole thing and didnt want to interrupt us fearing we would have stopped. but now she had some thing else in mind................I hopped you all like the story it is all true and if you did like it I have plenty more to tell......
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CHAPTER SIX I didn't feel like going upstairs to wash, so I grabbed a few 'wet & wipe' tissues from a tub we kept in the kitchen, and gave my now limp cock a good clean and wipe over, especially around the tip as I pulled back the foreskin a little. It felt exciting to be naked like this in our kitchen, mom having just wanked me off in here. Then, still in the nude, I walked out of the kitchen, along the hallway, and into our downstairs cloakroom, and flushed the wet tissues I had used to clean myself down the toilet. As I washed my hands in the basin, I gave myself a look over in the mirror above it. I almost had a glow about me. All this 'sexual activity', seemed to be a having a real positive effect on me. Then, I walked back into the kitchen and pulled my boxer shorts on, followed by my house gown, and finally sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for mom to come down. I started to wonder what she would wear for me. It was still rather amazing that she had said she would be giving me 'constant visual stimulation' over the rest of the weekend, whatever that meant. I could not imagine that she would be wearing sexy underwear for me all weekend, but the way things were going, I guess anything was possible! I hadn't yet even seen her in anything more than her regular old fashioned bra and panties, so the idea that she had gone to some lingerie shops especially to buy sexy stuff for me, to turn me on, was still pretty far out! But, hey, I wasn't going to complain. It would be like a fantasy come true! As I thought over this, my dick stirred a bit, and I wondered just how much I could really cum. So far it had been four times a day, but I hadn't really pushed myself. But I guessed mom was right, it may well be useful to see where my limit was, and to provide as much information to Dr Taylor as possible about the extent of my seemingly incredulous cum production! I also wondered just how far mom would let me go in terms of touching her, and perhaps more. But before I could think about this any more, I heard her start to come down the stairs, and I braced myself for whatever stirring sight might befall me as she came into the kitchen. You could not see directly into our hall from the kitchen table where I sat, so it was only as she came around the corner that I saw her. My jaw dropped. Without looking at me, she just walked casually in and went over to the kitchen sink and started doing some washing up, with her back to me. I just looked and stared, open mouthed, almost in amazement. Before I tell you what she was wearing, just a short aside. You have to remember that up to now in my life, mom had always been rather 'prudish' in her clothing, being very straight laced and wearing long skirts and tops that would cover most of her body her well, although of course nothing could hide the size of her large boobs. Whatever she wore, it was normally very ladylike and conservative, with a big 'C'. And although she still had a reasonable figure and curves, she would always wear clothes that would never accentuate her largish, but still shapely ass. But now as I looked at her in our kitchen just a few feet away from me, it was a sight to behold for any big butt and full figured woman loving, red-blooded male! She was wearing light grey shorts and a low cut, pink blouse, and heels that were as high as I'd ever seen her wear, so that her legs and ass looked really sexy. I hadn't seen her in shorts for many years, but these were no ordinary shorts. They seemed to be made of soft, jersey like fabric that clung to her skin and moulded to every curve. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut them so that about one third of the lower part of her ass cheeks were showing! Fuck! Her shorts weren't quite 'hot pants', but if you can imagine a mature voluptuous lady with a curvy figure and a largish butt in figure hugging shorts, that exposed about a third of her ass cheeks, that's what she was wearing! And they clung tightly into her butt crack, just to make it look even sexier! Fuck me! "I know you have a thing for my bottom, Jacob," she said finally in a firm tone, and still with her back towards me, "So I've decided to wear things that will help to arouse you when you look at it." I gulped. "It...er...really...er...looks great mom," I said, hesitatingly, feeling my dick move in my boxer's, and not really sure what to say to her. "Good," said mom, and finally turned around. Then I saw her front properly. She must have taken out one of her very old tops, which had string like shoulder straps, leaving exposed her upper shoulders. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut the fabric around the area which would normally have covered her boobs, so that there was a huge amount of cleavage showing! I could clearly see the shape of them, as they hung under her top. As I looked closer, I could make out her thick nipples protruding through the pink fabric. It looked like she wasn't wearing any bra! Then my eyes wandered down to her crotch area. Jesus! The soft material of her shorts was so tightly pulled into her crotch that I could see the slight indent of her pussy line. My dick jerked up more in response. Then, she looked at me hard in the eyes and said, "Oh, and by the way, I'm not wearing any bra or panties under these, in case you don't notice." Fuck me! My mouth started watering, and my dick stirred in my boxer's again! Then, before I could reply, she turned around and said, "Now Jacob, as it's almost 6.00pm, I'm going to start getting dinner ready. Just sit and watch me, and when you feel aroused enough to...you know...cum,....let me know, and we'll get another sample." "Er,.. ok mom," I said. My dick was already moving like a snake under my gown, but it wasn't quite semi-hard yet. I didn't think it would be long though. Mom walked over to the fridge, opened the large door and bent down to pick something up from the lower shelves. Fuck! Her ass was poking out back towards me, the soft fabric of her shorts stretching and pulling even tighter into and between her butt cheeks, so that her ass looked even hotter, if that could be possible, in those shorts! "And while I get things ready," she said, standing up again and walking back to the worktop with some salad making stuff, "I want to ask you some questions which might help me to know just how best I can stimulate you, and it may also help to arouse you just by talking about it." I swallowed again. Mom stood with her back to me, her ass cheeks partly showing in her 'hot pants', and started cutting up some lettuce and tomatoes. As she did so, she said, "Tell me Jacob, I know you like my bottom, but I'd like to know just what you like about it." Mom spoke almost like she was teasing me and I blushed. "Well..er...," I started. "Tell me honestly," she said. "Don't be shy." "Well...er...I like the...er...fullness and roundness of it mom," I said, a bit timidly. "Go on," she said. Felling encouraged, I continued, "I've...er ...always liked largish asses' mom." "And why is that Jacob?" quizzed mom. "I always thought men liked smaller, pert and firm, toned bottoms." Feeling more a bit more confident, I said, "Well, they look nice in photos, but...er...I don't think you can...er...you know...get a nice deep handful of butt cheek with those." Mom burst out into a little laugh. "Oh, I see," she said. "And there I was I at my age thinking my butt was too big and unattractive." I relaxed a bit at mom's laugh and began to feel more conversational. "Well, if it's too big and with lots of fat and cellulite it wouldn't be very attractive to me, but your ass is just right mom, not too big and not too small, and it's also still quite shapely and firm in places. It does sag a little bit, but that makes it even nicer for me, as I ...er...sort of like to see the flesh there jiggle and wobble as you walk, and I don't think you get that effect so much with firm, toned ones." "Goodness me" said mom, "You do have a lot to say about backsides, and mine in particular!" She still had her back to me and was now mixing the salad in a large bowl and adding seasoning and dressing. "You do still have quite nice curves, mom," I continued, feeling even more relaxed as we spoke, and like I wanted to tell mom how good looking I thought she still was. "And that's why I've said to you so many times about going out and meeting someone. I know you've been put off a lot with your experience with dad, but I'm sure plenty of single guys around your age would like to meet and date you. You never know, you might meet someone really nice." Mom became silent and as she finished mixing the salad. She turned around and then walked over to the kitchen table, still holding the salad bowl, her bra-less tits sexily wobbling in her low cut top. She put the bowl on the table, bending forward towards me slightly so that I got an even better view of her cleavage. "Thanks, Jacob," she said breaking into a smile. "That's nice of you to say so. I might take up your advice, as it's good to hear your opinion on how I look. But for now, we must concentrate on your little problem." She looked at me in hard the eyes for a moment, and then said, "Do you like the way my boobs look in my blouse?" I swallowed again, and my dick now jerked up hard in my boxer's as I looked down into mom's cleavage right in front of her, and could see her large tits hanging freely under her top, as she had no bra on. I blushed again, looking at her boobs, and said a little uncomfortably, "Er...yea mom,...er...they look really g...good." "Do they look sexy?" she said, still holding her bent forward pose. "Y..yep...they sure do mom," I replied, feeling an overwhelming desire to grab them, but controlling myself. "Good," she said and stood up straight again and walked back to the worktop next to the cooker. I watched her ass cheeks wobble and swing from side to side in her tight shorts. My dick became a bit harder, but I knew I was not quite ready to cum. "Do you like boobs too, then?" said mom quizzingly again. "Yea...sure I do mom," I replied. "But not as much as bottoms," she retorted. "Well...I like both," I said blushing a little again. "Especially when boobs are large and...well...a bit floppy and jiggly, like yours mom," I added, to reassure her and truthfully too. "So that's why you find my body so arousing is it?" said mom, still with her back to me whilst she put some pasta into a pan to boil up. "Well...er...I like women with...er...full curves," I said. "You mean voluptuous," said mom. "Yea, I guess so," I replied. "I see," said mom. "Well it's a good thing I look the way I do then isn't it Jacob, otherwise I might have had difficulty helping you to cum as Dr Taylor suggested?" "Maybe," I said, not quite knowing what to say to that. There was silence for a minute or two. "Are you feeling aroused yet Jacob?" said mom, finally breaking it. She was now mixing up some pasta sauce and meatballs, still with her back to me. "Yes, I am," I replied. "I'm hard." "Well, why didn't you say?" said mom, turning around and looking at me. "I didn't feel I was quite ready until now," I replied. "Ok, just wait a minute or two while I get everything ready to go on simmer to cook. We'll have about half an hour then before it's all ready, so we'll have time to squeeze in another session before we eat." My dick jerked up again in my boxer's and tented up my gown as she spoke. Mom carried on adding ingredients and mixing the saucepans as she stood with her back to me, facing the cooker. Then, after a few minutes, she turned around and said, "Ok, that's done. Follow me upstairs." And with that, she grabbed the semen beaker from the windowsill near her, and started walking out of the kitchen. I got up and followed her, my eyes locked on her ass as she walked. As I walked behind her up the stairs, I almost started salivating, watching her ass cheeks, which were almost level with my face as she took each step. It looked almost liked she was swinging her hips even more than normal as she walked up, just to give me some extra stimulation! Fuck! Reaching the top of the stairs, she walked into my bedroom, and I followed. "I think perhaps we should do things a bit differently now," she said, as we reached the side of the bed and stood next to it. "Rather than have you lying on the bed whilst I wank you off, it may give you more stimulation if we added some variety." "Er...ok," I said. The tent in my gown was now clearly showing. Mom looked at it and said, "Well, take your gown and boxer's off and lets, see that nice hard cock of yours again." Fuck! Mom talking like that was turning me on even more. She sat down on the bed facing me to watch me undress. I took off my gown and threw it on the far corner of my bed. My hard-on popped out through the front of my boxer shorts as I did so. I pulled them down, and chucked them into the same corner as my gown. Now, I stood naked in front of mom, with my proud, full hard-on pointing up at her. "I think perhaps we should start with some breast stimulation," she said, and started to take off her top, pulling it over her head. Mom's gorgeous boobs came into full view. She held them for me, for a moment, pointing them in my direction. She'd never done that before, and it made my hard –on jerk up at her. "Come and play with these lovelies," she said invitingly. I couldn't believe how eager to please mom seemed to have become. "Give them a suck, Jacob." I knelt down in front of her, and like I had done in our session in the afternoon, I gave each one a good suck and lick, paying close attention to each nipple, and caressing and cupping each boob generously, and feeling the wonderful soft flesh of each. This time, mom let me carry on much longer than before. My prick was rampant as I did this, kneeling in front of her. Then, after letting me do this for what seemed like ages, I was beginning to think mom would now let me fuck her boobs again, like last time, but she surprised me by saying, "Now, Jacob, as you've been so nice to me about my bottom, I'm going to give you a special treat. I'm going to get up and you may give it a feel and a kiss through the material of my shorts." "Fuck! This was the first time she was letting me kiss her wonderful ass! Mom stood up, her tits swaying freely and sexily as she did so, turned around so her back was to me and then spread her legs a little and bent over so that her hands were resting on the mattress, with her arms straight for support, and offered me her glorious backside. Fucking hell! Her pose was really enticing and arousing, and all I could do was just drop to my knees again, so that my face was level with her buttocks, and I just slobbered, kissed and licked the lower part of her ass cheeks that were exposed, like I was some wild crazed animal. Fuck! "Easy now," said mom, realising I was all over her buttocks like something possessed. "You'll have plenty of chance to do this later too." Man, hearing her talk like that, rather than calming me down, just caused my prick to rage up even further. After a moment, I eased up on the way I was kissing the visible uncovered part of her ass, and then started to feel each butt cheek where it was still covered by her tight shorts, and kissed them through the material. Then, looking more closely at the area where her butt crack was, which now had the fabric of her shorts caught, and tightly stretched in it, creating a sort of 'canal', I realised I could see the indentation of her pussy crack, as the soft, thin fabric was so tight against it. Fuck! I desperately wanted to kiss her there through the material of her shorts, so I started to kiss all around the outside of her butt crack first and then just let the tip of my tongue gently and lightly touch the fabric that was stretched tightly in her butt crack. Mom did not say anything to object as I did so. I did this a few more times at intervals as I was kissing and feeling up her glorious full ass cheeks through her shorts. Although I was fully hard now, with my dick raging, I sensed that I was still not quite ready to cum. It was now becoming apparent that it was taking me a bit longer to feel like I could cum. I think mom, must have also noticed this because she said, "Aren't you ready to cum yet?" "No, mom," I replied, "Not just yet." "That's interesting to know," she replied still bent over and posing for me. "Well, maybe some more stimulation is in order. Why don't you slap my butt cheeks with your dick honey? You know, like you did in the bathroom." That sounded good to me, so I stood up and grabbed by hard-on with my right hand. Mom was still bent over in the same pose, and now she started wriggling her ass at me a little, shaking it from side to side, as if to taunt me with it. I started slapping her cheeks hard with my prick, over the exposed lower flesh and then on the covered part of her ass, over the fabric of her tight shorts. Then looking at the crack of her ass again, where the material was tightly stretched so as to form a valley, I just couldn't help rubbing my cock head along it. It went over her pussy slit, pushing the stretched material there in a little way. Mom gasped a little, but again did not object. Feeling encouraged, I did this a couple more times, and on the last of these, I let my cock head linger over the soft, taught fabric that was right over her cunt, and pushed in a bit more. But because of the tightness of the fabric over it, there was no way I could actually enter her pussy. Again, whilst I did this, mom gasped a little, but did not say anything or object. Well, that was it. Doing that, and the incredible sight of her ass as she posed for me, caused the cum rise in my balls, and I shouted out to her, "Ok mom, I'm ready." She grabbed the semen beaker, which she had put on the bed next to my pillows and turned around quickly and sat on the bed, her tits flopping and jiggling as she did so. She grabbed my cock, pointed the tip into the beaker and started stroking me firmly. "Uhh...Uhhh...Uhhhhhhhhhhh....," I grunted out loudly, as I came. "Yes, baby, cum for mommy," she said encouragingly. Hearing her say that, just seemed to extend the length of my cum waves, and I carried on spurting, and mom kept on pulling on me, until the pulsations became less and less, until I finally stopped and became limp. Following her usual pattern, mom wiped the ends of her fingers which had caught some of my cum into the beaker, so as to collect every last drop. Finally, she held up the beaker up again and said, "Honey, I think I detect a little less spunk than normal. Maybe I'm starting to dry you up a little?" I had sat down on the bed next to her to recover, and looked over at the beaker. Normally my cum would be up to the lines at least one third of the way up the sides, if not more, but this was one mark below that. "Maybe," I replied. "That was my fourth time today, and we normally stop at this point. Perhaps you need to stimulate me more the rest of the evening to get me going enough, and ready to cum, to see if I do actually run out." "Well, I don't think that will be a problem," mom replied, looking at me with a slight smile on her face. "After dinner, I'm going to put on some of that lingerie I bought today, and I don't think you'll be disappointed." I blushed deeply. Although I was getting used to what we were doing, mom seemed to be taking things to a new level each time, and I still had a tinge of embarrassment about the whole thing. "Er..thanks, mom," I said gratefully, "To be honest...er...I sort of, can't wait." Mom slapped me on the cheek playfully, smiling, and said, "Ok, come on, clean yourself up and come downstairs. I'm just going to note down this measurement and then go and put dinner on the plates. See you in a few minutes." And with that she got up, picked up her top, and walked out of my room, her tits swaying sexily in front of her as she did so. I looked at her ass again as she swung her hips, watching it move from side to side in her tight shorts and a twinge of excitement ran through me. This was not just because she was going to dress in sexy lingerie for me in our next session, but also because I remembered that I had touched her pussy slit through the material of her shorts with the tip of my cock, and she had not objected! Fuck me! Maybe I could go all the way! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER SEVEN I decided to have a quick shower, put on a fresh pair of boxer's under my gown, and then went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, still wearing her tight shorts and low cut top. She served up the plates and we both took them into our dining room. Mom had already set the table. I was surprised to see a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses there. Mom normally only drank alcohol on special occasions or social events and had rarely allowed me to drink at home, although I did drink if I went out with friends. "Wine?" I said questioningly, as we sat down. "It will help to relax you," said mom, without looking at me. "Just think of it as part of the medicinal process of helping you to cum. A glass or two is fine," she added. "And it will help to relax me too. There are two people involved in this after all Jacob, you should not forget that." I became silent for a moment, thinking about what she had just said, as we ate. I took a sip of the wine. It was good, and immediately had a relaxing effect on me. My eyes wandered to mom's cleavage, which was clearly showing. I felt I should say something about her last remark. "I really do appreciate all your help, mom," I said. "Thank you for saying so Jacob, but I'm sure most mothers try to help their son's as much as they can." "I know, but...er....you're really helping so much...in er...you know,...stimulating me." "What has to be done, has to be done," mom replied. "But, one thing Jacob, although I didn't say anything at the time, you did try to rub yourself on my pussy through my shorts earlier. Remember, you may never penetrate me." I felt a rush of disappointment go through me. "But," continued mom, "We can do other things." My cock stirred. "Er, like what mom?" I asked, questioningly. "Well, you say, and I'll tell you if we can. But not just now. Let's finish eating and talk about something else." We carried on our meal and talked about usual day-to-day things. As I drank more of the wine I became more and more relaxed, and I thought mom did too. When we finished I'd only had the one glass and mom the same. She said, "We'll have some more wine later if you like. I feel like a bit of a rest now. I'm going up to my room, but I'll call you when I'm ready. Tell me, what colour underwear do you like?" I blushed. "Well...er,... I've never been asked that question before, mom, but I guess if you ask me what I used to like to look at in magazines, it would be black. But I like other colours too." "I'm glad you said black," replied mom, "As most of the lingerie I bought was that colour. I'll let you know when I'm ready. Your turn for clearing up after dinner and the washing up I think!" And with that, she got up and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting alone at the dining table. I still couldn't keep my eyes off mom's glorious full ass cheeks in her shorts as she walked out. I sat for a moment trying to take it all in. This all still felt a bit like a dream. I cleared things up, tidied and washed the dishes in the kitchen, and then decided to chill out in the living room, by listening to some music. Recently, I'd got into jazz type stuff, so I stuck on a Norah Jones CD, and laid back on the 3 seater sofa with my legs up, eyes closed, listening to her wonderful tones. --------------------------- I managed to get to the end of the CD and was about to put another on, when I heard mom call down to me. "I'm coming down Jacob. Take the wine and two glasses into the living room. We'll have our next session there. Oh, and draw the curtains, please." I did as she asked, getting the wine bottle and glasses from the kitchen, and placing them on our glass coffee table which was in front of the 3 seater sofa. Then, I pulled the curtains closed. It might help you to know the layout of our living room. It was quite good sized, about 18 feet wide by 25 feet in length, with a plush light beige carpet, 3 piece cream coloured sofa, comprising two large single sofa chairs and one extra large 3 seater, a fire place in the centre of the wall than ran the length of the room, and a white rug in front of it. We also had some bits of furniture like a hi-fi cabinet, bookcases, various lampshades and the glass coffee table I had put the wine bottle on. No TV of course, as mom only let me have that in my room. We had bay windows at one end of the room and wide glass patio doors at the other, leading to the garden. It was all quite spacious and open plan. I had drawn the curtains at both the windows and the patio doors, just in case we had any nosy neighbours, although luckily we were not very overlooked at the garden side. I poured some wine into both glasses, sat down on one of the single sofa chairs, which was positioned in part of the room from where you could see the door as someone came in, as well as the entire length of the room towards the patio doors, and waited. After a couple of minutes, I heard mom coming down the stairs. My heart was beating fast. Finally, mom came in, and walked straight to the centre of the room and stood on the rug in front of the fireplace, holding the semen beaker in one hand. Fuck, what a sight! I had only ever seen photos or movies of women wearing what she had on, and to see it in real life, and that it was my mom, was incredible, and my dick immediately responded. She was wearing a black, full cup lace fabric bra, a black thong, hold up stockings with lace trims and black stiletto heels. Fuck me! My jaw just dropped at the sight, and my eyes were almost popping out of my head. As I sat speechless, with my prick now semi hard, mom seeing my reaction, did a twirl and showed me her back and ass. Her thong was thin and tight into her ass crack at the back -- virtually all of her wonderful, full, fleshy white ass cheeks were showing! Finally, I just couldn't hold myself back and said, "Mom, you...you look really...h...hot!" She turned back around to face me and said, placing one hand on her hip and striking a sexy pose, "Well that's the whole point, isn't it dear?" I gulped. "How's your cock doing?" she asked, in a matter of fact way. "Er...I'm getting hard mom, but I'd just like to just watch you for a bit if that's ok. You just look so fabulous." "Tell you what," she said, bending down and taking a sip from the wine glass. "I'm going to walk for a while in front of you up and down the room, so you can have a better appreciation of how I look, and that should help to stimulate you more too." And with that, mom turned and still directly in line with the way I was looking straight at her, walked sexily away from me, towards the patio doors, going about ten paces or so, almost like a catwalk model. Fuck! The sight of her sexy ass swinging in her thong, and the way the stockings made her legs look was incredibly hot. I had never realised how much in 'real life', as opposed to magazines or videos, a woman could look so good in sexy underwear, and be so arousing! Reaching the patio door, mom turned and then started walking back towards me, still swinging her hips as she went, and now letting me get a good look at her from the front. Her tits, although well covered in the bra, still swung a bit die to their size. Wow! What a sight! When she got to about two feet in front of my chair, which was the closest to me so far, she smiled, turned again and before walking away from me again bent forward slightly, showing me her full ass cheeks in all their glory. Fuck! That was it! I didn't want to wait for her to do her walk again. My dick was straining in my boxer's, and before mom could walk away from me again. I said, "I'm ready mom," and stood up, almost throwing my gown off me and yanked my boxer shorts down. Mom turned to see me standing naked in front of her, my hard-on fully erect and ready for action. "Are you ready already?" said mom. "Well..er..mom...you look so hot. I don't think I'm quite ready to cum yet, but maybe some more stimulation would be good. Can I touch your ass?" "Yes, you may," she replied, "But let me get into a more comfortable position." She walked over to the back of the other single sofa chair so she faced the rear of it, and placed her hands on the top of the back of the chair for support. Then she bent forward slightly, and said, "Now, you may touch and kiss it." I followed her and knelt down so that my face was directly in line with mom's butt cheeks. Fuck! What a sight in her black thong! I kissed each cheek in turn. Mom smelled fresh and fragrant. She must have showered for me before coming down. I played with each buttock, squeezing each fully and deeply, intermingled with kissing and licking her flesh there. Then, I ran my tongue a little way into her butt crack, but because of the material of the thong, I could neither see nor touch with my tongue, her asshole or pussy. My hard on was raging now. "Can I slap your ass with my cock again mom?" "You may, but not in my butt crack." Mom bent over slightly more, as if to position her ass better for me, for what I wanted to do. Her ass looked so good! All I really wanted to do was pull her thong to one side and ram my hard dick into her sweet pussy, but that was completely off limits of course. I grabbed my hard on with my right hand and smacked her fleshy ass cheeks with it several times. My precum was leaking out, and I rubbed the tip of my prick onto mom's ass flesh, so that it went on her skin there. Fuck, that felt so good! Although my precum was visible, for some reason, I still did not feel quite ready to cum proper. As this would be my fifth time of the day, it might take longer, I thought. "I'm really hard mom, but I don't feel I can cum just yet. I think I need more stimulation," I said. Mom turned around to face me and stroked my hard on a few times. Her hand on it felt exquisite. "Well, maybe I should take my bra off," she said, and with that she put her hand behind her and unclasped it. Mom's glorious, large boobs came into full view. She then knelt down in front of me, her back against the sofa chair for support and said, "Try fucking my tits, that might do it." Fuck! Hearing her talk like that was a real turn on! Mom held up her tits for me, so that I could rub my cock between them. I grabbed my prick with my right hand again and started rubbing it between the beautiful milky flesh of her ample boobs. As she held them from me, her nipples pointed outwards and I could see they were erect and hard. For a moment, I rubbed my piss slit against each nipple in turn, and then went back to fucking her gorgeous mounds "Yes, Jacob, fuck, my boobies." Fuck! Her words were such a turn on. I continued fucking mom's glorious tits as she held them tight over my prick, so they squeezed my shaft as it slid between the flesh there towards her chin. I still didn't feel like I was going cum, though. "Almost mom," I said, "But not quite there yet." Then she said, "Stop, and we'll try something else." My hard on was still raging, but I stopped fucking her boobs. Mom stood up and walked to the other side of the single sofa chair, picked up the semen beaker, which had been on the coffee table, and sat down. I followed her and then stood with my hard on in front of her so it was level with her face, as she sat. "Jacob, as it looks like it's getting harder for you to cum now, as we've done it so many times today. I'm going to try something else. I think it's a good sign that its taking much longer for you now, so what I'm going to do is only to help you cum, remember." "Er...ok," I said, not sure what she meant. "I'm going to stimulate your cock with my mouth. But before I do that, I should warn you that most men find it very arousing, and they can cum quite quickly, especially if they are not used to it, like you. But as it is taking you so long to cum now, I think it would be appropriate under the circumstances. I blushed, and my dick raged up at the thought of what she'd just said. "Er...ok, mom,...er...thanks." Fuck! This was all still too good to be true! Mom, then still holding the semen beaker in one hand, beckoned me to come closer to her. With the tip of my cock about and inch from her mouth, she slowly moved towards it and engulfed the entire cock head with her mouth. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before. Slowly, she took more and more of the shaft into her mouth, and started making slurping noises, as she let her saliva cover my cock, as she sucked on it, almost like it was a lollipop. Fuck! I put one hand on top of her head for support as she carried on sucking on me. Then she stopped her sucking action for a moment, and with the tip of her tongue started lapping at and licking my piss slit, and around my cock head. Fuck! Then, after a few moments, she stopped that, and went back to sucking my shaft, taking more and more of it into her mouth. The sensation of mom's mouth and tongue on me was so wonderful that after just a few moments I felt the cum rise in my balls. "Ok , I'm gonna cum mom," I said to warn her. She immediacy stopped sucking on me, positioned the semen beaker correctly and, started pumping me with her right hand. She did that just in time, as shortly, with the sensation of her hand over my shaft, I came in spurts as I grunted and shouted, "Ahhhhh.......Uhhhhhhh....Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Finally, as my cum waves subsided, I flopped down on the three seater sofa, my head slightly spinning. As I recovered, mom said, "Well, not so much this time. I think we may be getting to find out your limits for a day." I looked over at the semen beaker and saw my cum was about half than normal. I sort of felt relieved, as it seemed to show my body did have a limit. "That was really good mom," I said. "Your mouth really helped to stimulate me. It was very arousing." "It normally is for a man," she replied. "I haven't done that for ages. Not since your father left. He always used to like me doing it to him." I blushed again, still felling a little embarrassed about the whole thing. This time, mom seemed to notice my blushing and said, "You do seem to go red sometimes when I talk about stimulating you Jacob. You must stop that. This is all for medical reasons, as we need to let Dr Taylor know just how must cum you are producing. You must be more relaxed with me." "Er...sure mom," I said. "I'll try. It's just that...er ..you know...talking to you and doing these things is sort of hard for me as it's new and not knowing if you're ok with it." "Well, maybe we'll have to work on that," replied mom. "We'll have to get you used talking more freely with me. We should practice" "What do you mean?" I replied. "You may use crude language more with me Jacob. That may help to remove the embarrassment that you feel. Once you are comfortable in doing that with me in our sessions and as we build up to them, I'm sure you will also be able to cum better as it often helps a man to cum when talking like that, and feeling comfortable to talk like that with a woman. As an example, say you want to fuck my tits." I blushed again. "There you're doing it again," said mom. "Sorry," I replied. "I want to fuck your tits mom." "Good. Now say how you like my ass, but in a more crude way." I thought for a moment and then said, feeling a bit more confident, "I love your fucking ass mom. It's so juicy and fleshy, and I love to rub my hard cock all over it." I felt a twitch of a movement in my cock, as I said those words, even though I had just cum. "Even better," replied mom. "And do you like fucking mommies tities?" "Yea," I replied, almost straight away. "Your tits are so fucking hot I want to suck them and play with them and see them bounce up and down and fuck them." "Good young man. I see we are making progress. Now, tell me that you want to see my pussy." Fuck! Mom had never mentioned that before and I blushed again. "Er...," I hesitated. "I didn't say fuck my pussy, but you can see it if you like, as it may help you to cum more," she added. I took a deep breath and said. "I want to see your hot pussy mom," and then feeling braver, I added, "I want to see your cunt." "Good boy!" said mom out loud and looking pleased with me. Then taking the initiative, I said. "And I want see your hot asshole and lick it." "Excellent," replied mom, much to my surprise that she had not raised an objection to this. My dick was moving now and mom saw it. "Good. I can see all this talk is having an effect on you Jacob. But I'm sue you are some time away from cumming again. So let's drink some more of this wine and I'll stay semi naked like this in my lingerie until you are ready again." I gulped and looking over at mom hard in the eyes, I thought I saw a sparkle there I had not seen in a long time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER EIGHT "Go and give yourself a quick wash upstairs," said mom after a moment. "And you might as well stay naked for now," she added. I got up, my now limp cock and balls flapping a bit, and started walking out of the room. I noticed mom looking at my dick as I went. Just being naked like this in front of her in our living room was exciting, and it sent a tingle through me. I gave myself a clean in my bathroom, and in double quick time I went back downstairs again. Mom was still topless, and wearing just her black thong and stockings and sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in one hand. "I made a note of the amount of cum you produced, whilst you were upstairs," she said. She'd put the empty semen beaker back on the coffee table for our next session. "It's definitely a lot less than before -- about half I'd say, which is a good sign," she continued. I sat down again on the three-seater sofa, picking up my wine glass as I did so. I took a sip. It felt good. We hadn't drunk that much, so I was relaxed, but not so much that it might affect my getting a hard on. I looked over at mom and saw her staring at me. "What?" I said. "Oh, I was just thinking how to best stimulate you again. I think it might be a while before you can cum, no matter what we do. But perhaps we can help things along by trying a few different things, including what you said you wanted to do to me a few moments ago." I realised mom was referring to the crude things she had asked me to say to her. I felt a twinge in my dick just thinking about it, as mom had said she would show me her pussy and also not raised any objection when I said I'd like to see her asshole and lick it. Fuck! This was just getting better and better! "Perhaps we can try a few games to get you going," she said, after another pause. "Games?" I said, confused. "Yes, games," replied mom. "But these are games that adults sometimes play, and I used to with your father occasionally, when we first married. I haven't for a long time now, but perhaps you'd like to try." I blushed. "Stop that blushing, Jacob," she said sternly, noticing. "I did say you must be more relaxed with me." "Sorry, mom," I replied. "I'm still trying to get used to all this." "Ok, well, let's start." She stood up, putting her wine glass back on the coffee table. "As you like my bottom so much, we can do something called spanking. Have you ever heard of that?" I thought for a moment. "Well, I think I've read about it, but the idea never really turned me on. I don't mind trying," I said. "Good," mom replied. "Now, I'm going to stand with my hands resting over the fireplace mantelpiece, with my ass out a bit, and I want you to give my ass cheeks a smack with your hands." Mom walked over the fireplace, and positioned herself as she had said. Fuck! The way her ass and legs looked in her black thong, stockings and stilettos was incredibly sexy. I felt a slight movement in my dick again. Mom's largish, milky white ass looked wonderful, and the wide deep curve of each buttock cheek made a fabulous shaped arch from her lower back to the tops of her thighs. For her age, her butt was still surprising well toned, although she had a bit of excess fat there, but that only added to my excitement. I stood next to her on her left, but one step back, and gave her left buttock a light slap with my right hand. I saw the flesh of her ass cheek ripple a bit as I did so, and I enjoyed seeing that. "Harder, Jacob, that was too light." "But I don't want to hurt you mom," I replied. "Just do it a bit harder," she said. "I'll tell you if it hurts me or not, and to stop if it does." I slapped the same cheek again, only this time a bit harder. It actually felt a bit more satisfying. "That's right, Jacob" said mom, "Like that. A touch harder if you like." I continued, this time slapping the right buttock. I never thought I might enjoy this, but seeing the flesh of mom's ass cheeks ripple and wobble as I did it, was quite enjoyable. Then I noticed a slight, momentary tinge of redness on the white flesh caused by my slapping and that excited me too. "Oh, yes" said mom, appreciatively. Fuck! She seemed to be enjoying it. It was the first time she had indicated getting some satisfaction out of our sessions. I decided to go along with her and try to encourage her pleasurable remarks, so I said, "Do you like that mom?" "Yes, Jacob, very much. I always used to enjoy it when your father slapped my butt. He also used to say crude things to me whilst he did it, as that used to get him going. Why don't you try, that, your cock might respond." Hearing mom say this was quite a turn on. I had always thought of her as so 'prim and proper' in my life so far, until just a few days ago, but I never realised she used to get up to this sort of stuff! "Sure mom," I said. I was starting to feel quite confident now. I moved to her right side, still behind her, so that I could use my left hand for a while. I slapped her cheeks, one after the other again with my left hand. As I did so, I said, "Fuck yea, mom, I love slapping your large backside. It's so fucking hot." For a moment, I couldn't believe I had been so crude, but mom seemed ok about it as she said encouragingly, "That's right Jacob, tell me how you like it, and what you want to do to me to make you cum." My dick responded almost immediately to her words, getting a bit of life into it, but I was way off being properly hard yet. Then, feeling the urge to kiss mom's ass, I knelt down behind her as she stood, and kissed and felt her butt cheeks almost like I was worshipping them. Satisfied momentarily, I then let my hand wander down to the tops of her stockings, over the slightly rougher elastic lace trim, and then slipped them down, over the stockings, feeling their silky smoothness, as I felt each leg, one in each hand. Then, I slid my hands back up along the stockings, onto the flesh of mom's thighs, and finally back over each butt cheek, squeezing and caressing deeply each one as I did so. Mom's legs, thighs and ass felt so good! Mom must have appreciated the feel of my hands on her, almost massaging her lower body as I ran my hands over her, as she said softly, "That felt really good Jacob." Finally, I stood up again and mom turned around to face me, so I could see her glorious boobs now as well. Mom appeared to have a slight tint of red on the cheeks of her face like she had been blushing herself, but I didn't say anything. "That was good. Have some more wine," she said. We both picked up our glasses and took a sip. I was starting to feel a little tipsy now, and I was sure the alcohol must have be getting to mom too, as she had drunk about the same amount as me, and I was bigger, physically, in frame to her. "Now," she said. "It's my turn." I sort of looked aghast, not knowing what she meant by that. "Er....," I said. "I mean it's my turn to give you a spank. Just try it. If you don't like it tell me," she said. "Get into position like I did." I didn't think I would really enjoy being spanked myself, and in any case I had thought all this was about me being able to cum. Then I remembered that mom seemed to have liked feeling up my ass when we had our sessions in the bathroom, so I guessed this might be part of her way of getting some enjoyment. I decided to oblige, as I realised, if mom ended up getting something out of this, then it might lead to us going much further." I positioned myself like mom had done, with my hands on the mantelpiece and stuck out my ass a little towards mom, who was now behind me. She started giving me light slaps at first. I wasn't really getting anything out of it as she did so, but after a minute or so, I liked the slight tingle as she slapped me. "Ok, Jacob?" she asked. "Yea...fine mom," I replied. "I'm going to do a it a little harder. Tell me if you don't like it." Mom slapped my ass cheeks in turn again, this time a bit harder. This time for some reason, the slapping seemed to have more of an effect on me and I felt my dick respond a little. I didn't know why. Then between the slaps, mom ran her fingers along my butt crack, just tickling it, which felt pretty good too. It seemed like she had been a bit of an expert at this in her time. Finally she gave my ass a good feel and rub over. Then, before I could turn around she said, "I'm going to give your bottom a kiss, like you did to me." My dick definitely responded to this and twitched a bit, although it was still not hard. I felt mom, kiss me gently on my ass. It actually felt really nice. She kissed over it a few times, just gentle kisses, unlike my slobbering over her butt! Then, she said to my surprise, "Turn around, I want to suck your cock and see if I can make it hard." Fuck! I couldn't believe she had just said that. Quickly, I turned around, to see mom on her knees in front of me, a sight I could hardly have imagined a week ago, ready to take my cock into her mouth. Before she did anything, she looked up at me for a moment and said, "Well, as you are taking so long to get hard this time, I think this is the only way." Then without further ado, she took my limp prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. Fuck! The inside of her warm wet mouth on my dick felt so good, that blood started to rush to it, and I could feel myself get aroused and harder. After about a minute or two of her sucking on me, I was semi hard. I knew I wasn't ready to cum yet though. Then I had an idea. "That feels really good mom," I said, "But I think I need more stimulation. You did...er...say that I could see your pussy didn't you?" Mom hadn't looked up at me as I said this, as she seemed to be engrossed in sucking my cock. Then after a moment she stopped sucking me and said, "Ok, but first I need some more wine. Just stay as you are." I don't know if it was because the alcohol would give her more courage, if she needed it, or if she was just enjoying herself, but still kneeling, she reached over to the coffee table which was next to us, picked up the wine bottle, filled her glass right to the top and then took a large sip of it. Then she said an extraordinary thing. "Jacob, I do like wine and sucking cock at the same time. So I'm going to dip your cock head into my wine glass and then suck it. You don't mind do you?" Fuck! Did I mind? Did my 'prim and proper' mother really say that? I didn't care. I found the idea so arousing, that I just nodded my head, almost lost for words that she'd said, what she had just said. Mom brought her wine glass next to my cock, which was now semi hard, but still pointed down a little as it was no way fully erect, grabbed my cock with one hand and dunked the tip of it into her wine glass which she held in her other hand, so my cock head was submerged in the wine about one inch. Then, lifting my cock out of the glass, she immediately took it in her mouth to suck the wine off it. Fuck me! I felt the blood rush to my dick again, and I became slightly harder seeing her do this. Then she stopped sucking me for a moment, took another sip from her wine glass which she had been holding on one hand all this time, and then repeated the whole thing. She dunked my now slightly harder cock into her wine glass again, lifted it out, sucked on it for a moment, and then took a sip from the glass again. "Mom, that looks so hot," I finally said, unable to hold myself back. "Good. That's the whole point and I enjoy it too. Now, perhaps it's time for you to see my pussy young man, and we'll see if we can get you to cum." She put her wine glass down and as she did so I picked up mine and took a sip. I needed it after that, and to prepare myself for what was to come! Mom stood up and without any hesitation, slipped off her thong and chucked it on one of the sofa chairs. She was now standing before me in just her black stockings and stilettos. Fuck, she looked so hot! I looked down at her pussy and saw the neatly trimmed pussy hair, which I'd noticed before, during the only time I'd seen it, which had been in the bathroom. Then mom said, "Sit down over there." She pointed to the three seater sofa. I did as instructed, and mom sat herself down on the single sofa chair, which was a few feet away. Then, instead of just sitting, Mom leaned back a bit, raised her knees slightly and opened her legs, more and more, until they were almost splayed wide open. Her pink pussy came into full view. Fuck, what a sight! My dick responded by hardening even more. Then, mom put her index finger in her mouth to moisten it, and inserted it into her pussy. It was like she was playing with herself to stimulate me. "Wow, mom," I said. "That looks really hot." "Good" she replied, and looking at my prick which was getting harder and harder. Mom continued playing with herself, exposing more of her pink pussy flesh to me as her fingers played and poked her cunt and she opened her pussy lips for me. I just felt like getting up and kissing and licking it, but I wasn't sure if she would allow me. I knew she would not let me fuck her. I don't know if she had read my mind, but after a moment she said, "Tell me what you want to do when you see my pussy like this Jacob." I was in such a state of arousal now that my hesitation to say anything had gone out of the window, and I just said confidently and almost greedily, "I'd sure love to lick your cunt mom. It looks so fucking hot. Can't you see how hard my dick is now?" "Good boy," said mom, smiling, in reply. "You seem to have become much more confident now, which is a good sign, and means you should be able to cum more easily. Ok, you can lick it, but nothing more. But before you do I want to have a suck on that lovely cock again, it looks so good now it's fully hard." I got up in a flash and went over to mom's sofa chair, my hard on swinging in front of me as I did so. Mom sat up properly again and grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and took the cock head into her mouth, slurping and sucking on it. Then, she licked around my piss slit with the tip of her tongue, before taking the shaft into her mouth again. She really looked as if she was really enjoying this now. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe she had now just let herself go a bit, as if she had been holding herself back from expressing the fact that she was being turned on in our sessions so far. "That feels so good mom, your mouth on my cock is so nice. Suck it yea, go on," I said encouragingly. Mom responded by sucking me harder and continued like this for a few more moments. Finally, I said, "I sure would love to lick that juicy pussy of yours." Mom stopped her sucking of me, and looked up at me. I saw her eyes seemed to be slightly watery and I immediately became a bit concerned. She said, "Jacob, I haven't sucked a cock like this for such a long time and you've probably realised it is quite arousing for me. I hope you understand. I am feeling a little embarrassed at myself. I am your mother. Will you forgive me for being like this." I saw mom appeared a little upset, yet she was also being turned on by what she was doing. I didn't know whether it was the wine that had finally got to her, but she seemed to be fighting her own feelings. Still looking at her hard in the eyes I said, "Please mom, don't feel embarrassed or bad about it. I do understand. Just think of it like me being turned on my your body, but in reverse. Just do what you feel like. I don't mind at all. You are helping me to cum after all, and I'm not surprised if your getting turned on too." Mom smiled at me and then, got up. "Ok, I still want to suck you until you cum into the beaker. We can lick each other at the same time Let's do a 69 position. Do you know what that is?" I nodded, remembering I'd seen it in movies, but never having actually done it in real life. "We'll do it on the rug in front of the fireplace," she said. "Lie down first, and then I'll lie on top of you." I did as instructed. The rug was quite large -- about 8 feet long by 6 feet wide, so we could easily lie on it. As I lay there, I realised I would be able to see mom's asshole and pussy properly for the first time - fuck! Mom picked up the semen beaker, and then straddled over my head. As she did so, the wonderful insides of her ass crack came into full view. Her puckered asshole and wide lipped pussy were just inches from my face. Fuck! "Is that ok Jacob?" she asked. "Wow, mom, your ass looks amazing! Back down a little more on me." Mom wriggled her ass down over my face a bit more until finally I could lick her, whilst I had positioned my arms and hands in away that I could feel and stretch her buttocks wide open at the same time. I could also feel her large fleshy boobs rubbing against my belly, as she had positioned herself on me. Fuck, this was just awesome! I took in the smell of her pussy juices and they excited me, and I started licking at it. It felt amazing! As I did so, mom had started to suck my cock again. This was heaven! After licking around mom's juicy cunt for a few moments, I moved to her asshole and started lapping and licking it with the tip of my tongue. Then grabbing her ass cheeks firmly, I stretched and pulled her butt cheeks wider so I could I dart my tongue deeper into her asshole, almost like I was fucking it with my tongue. I could feel the walls of her tight rectum as they rubbed against the tip of my tongue. I was loving it! Then I went back to her pussy and lapped at it, letting my saliva flow freely, and even took her thick protruding pussy lips into my mouth to nibble. Fuck! Mom had been working her mouth and tongue on my cock expertly at the same time as I had been doing all this, and I finally felt the cum rise in my balls. "Not long now mom," I said to warn her to have the semen beaker ready. Hearing this mom, seemed to want to give my cock an extra hard and deep suck and in doing so, I knew that was it. "Ok, anytime now," I said. Finally mom stopped sucking on me and, although I could not see it as her wonderful ass was smothering my face, she must have positioned the semen beaker to catch my cum. I felt her hand start pumping me and then, as I grabbed and stretched mom's fabulous fleshy butt cheeks at the same time, and licked deep into her pussy, I exploded. I had to force my head back down onto the rug as I came, and shouted, "Ahhh...Ahhh.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I don't know how much I had cum, but my orgasm had felt really good. This was the best yet. I felt mom still stroking my dick gently, as she must have been trying to get the last few drops of cum into the beaker. As I lay with my head on the rug all I could see as I looked up was the sight of mom's beautifully large ass cheeks and her puckered asshole and wide open cunt which I had lusted after for so long, still hovering over me. I could stay in this position forever! Then I remembered what she had said about being aroused herself, and I realised things might be about to take a big turn in the way we did our sessions. I felt the need to give mom more satisfaction. Maybe she would agree to me penetrating her. I wondered..... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER NINE "You've got a fabulous ass mom," I said, as mom's fine open ass cheeks with her asshole and wide open cunt with lips hanging down, still hovered above me. "Thank you dear," she replied, as she milked the final drops of my cum into the semen beaker. Then, as if to tease me further, she pushed her butt down on my face and wriggled her pussy and ass cheeks over my nose and mouth, as if she was trying to wipe her ass over me, and then lifted her butt up again. "Wow, mom, you sure know how to tease me with it," I said, in response to that. "Well, now I know how much you like it, I might as well put it to good use." Finally, she lifted her leg up over me and turned and sat on the floor, looking at me, whilst I still lay on the rug. Her large hanging tits, looked incredibly sexy as she sat there, kneeling on the floor. Mom held up the semen beaker again for me to look at. There was only a small amount of cum in it this time. "Well, I think you might have reached your limit for today," she said. "And I'm a little tired too. I think it's time for bed." The wine had got to me a bit now, and I nodded in agreement. "I think tomorrow, as it's Sunday, we'll review how much cum you have produced so far this week. And we have an appointment with Dr Taylor on Monday. Make sure you get a good night's sleep and your strength back for our sessions tomorrow." Then she kissed me goodnight on my cheek. With that mom got up and started walking out of the room. She still looked incredibly hot wearing just her black stockings and nothing else! I wondered if I should ask her to wear just those and nothing else for me again tomorrow. That would do! After mom left, I got up a few moments later, and went up to my room. In no time at all, I fell asleep. I felt something nudging my arm and awoke sleepily. Mom was sitting on the bed in her dressing gown, smiling as she woke me. "Morning, Jacob," she said brightly. "Morning, mom," I replied, yawning. Then I felt a bit of a draught, and something touch the lower part of my stomach. Mom had removed the duvet and was sliding one hand over my stomach down towards my cock in my pyjamas. "Let's have an early session," she said keenly. "I've brought the semen beaker." I couldn't quite believe she wanted to help me cum so early, but my sleepiness soon disappeared hearing her talk like that. Mom pulled down my pyjamas, exposing me fully from below, and threw them in the far corner of the bed. Then, without further ado, she bent down her face towards my still limp cock and started sucking on it. Fuck! I couldn't believe how keen she seemed this morning, almost like she wanted sex! The sensation of mom's wonderful wet mouth, tongue and lips on my dick had an almost immediate effect and I became hard as she sucked me. "Ohhh....That's nice mom," I couldn't help saying out loud. Then, seeing me get hard so quickly, mom stopped sucking on me, stood up, untied her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. She was completely nude underneath, and her voluptuous, sexy figure came into full view. She stood there for a moment with one hand on her hip, striking a sexy pose, with one leg slightly angled, and her full, hanging, sexy boobs facing me in all their glory. Her thick, protruding nipples were erect, indicating she was aroused herself. "Well, as you are hard already, let me give you something to keep you going," she said teasingly. "Your cock tastes so good this morning, that I want it to last as long as possible before you cum," she added, much to my surprise at her forwardness. Mom stood next to the bed about two feet from me near the head end, and turned around to show me the wonderful round globes of her ass, and then sexily wriggled her butt cheeks for me from side to side as she stood on the spot, making the flesh there wobble and jiggle. Fuck! That looked so good! Then, as if knowing what effect this would have on me, she parted her legs a little and bent forward so that I could see her pussy and asshole. And then, even more incredibly, she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart wider, so I got an even better view. Fuck! Jesus, she was really going for it this morning, getting me really worked up! Mom held this pose for a while, adding to my arousal by wriggling her ass from side to side occasionally, and then saying, "Like what you see? Does my ass look good like this?". The sight of mom posing like that for me was enough to make me say, "Fuck, yea mom, I just gotta taste your asshole and pussy now, you look so damn hot. Please can I?" Hearing this mom stood up properly again and said, "Yes you may, but only if you let me suck on that juicy cock of yours again. I hope you realise young man that I am now starting to get turned on too by all our activities." This was the first time I had heard mom admit she was getting turned on too, by what we had been doing to help me cum. I nodded, but did not say anything, so as to not make it seem like a big issue. I got off the bed and stood up. Mom knelt down in front of me and took my erect cock into her mouth again, making slurping noises as she sucked on it, and playing with my balls with one hand. She seemed to me, to be getting as much out of all this now, as I was! I didn't feel like cumming yet, which was good, but the sight of mom's tits wobbling and jiggling from side to side as I looked down at her whilst she sucked me, was really turning me on. Finally, after satisfying herself on my prick and balls for a few moments mom said, "Ok, special treat time. I'm going to get on the bed on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air, and I'll let you play with it. You may lick my pussy and asshole, but no penetrating me, remember!" Mom stood up and then clambered onto the bed on all fours, facing the window, so she was sideways on the bed with her ass pointed back towards me, sticking up in the air. Fuck me, what an amazing sight! Never could I have imagined a few weeks ago that my 'prim and proper' mom would be posing like this for me on my own bed. It was almost all my dreams so far, come true! The shape of mom's large wide open buttocks, and the crack between her ass cheeks with her asshole and open cunt and lips hanging down, looked so inviting, that immediately I knelt down on the carpet, so that my face was level with her open butt, and I just started licking and salivating along her entire ass crack. I ran my tongue greedily along the insides of her buttocks, moving from asshole to cunt and vice versa, whilst I grabbed and squeezed a full handful of each butt cheek, one in each hand, as I did so. I was in butt heaven! Then, satisfied for a moment at tasting her ass crack up and down, I decided to concentrate on her pussy for a while. Mom was wet, and I lapped at her cunt and pussy lips, opening it up with two fingers by stretching them wide apart and tasting the pinky, moist flesh on the inside there. She tasted wonderful! "Oh yes," she cried as I did this. This was the first time she had openly responded to my licking her pussy. "Yes, Jacob, lick mommy's pussy. Taste all my dirty cunt juice." Fuck! Her words really spurred me on, and my dick responded by jerking up more. Then, I moved my tongue up to her asshole and gently darted my tongue into it a little way, as I spread her ass cheeks wider apart for better access. Seeing her brown puckered hole open up and stretch further as I did so, I darted my tongue a little deeper into her ass this time, almost like I was fucking it with my tongue. Mom groaned in pleasure as I did so, pushing her butt back into my face, apparently very sensitive to my tongue fucking her asshole. "Ohhhh....Ohhhhh...yes.. baby......lick my asshole. That feels sooooo....gooood." I continued, responding to her pleasure by pushing apart her butt cheeks further so I got even better access, and tried to go as deep as I could into her asshole with my tongue. "Ahhhh..." mom groaned again in pleasure. Then, after a moment, I moved back to her cunt and licked and lapped at it some more. Fuck, this was good! I was dying to plunge my dick into mom's open wet cunt, now, but I knew she would not agree. But I could also sense she was really in a lustful state, the way she had been wriggling her ass back into my face as I licked on her pussy and asshole. As a second best measure I said, "Can I slap my dick against your butt and along you ass crack? I promise I won't penetrate you." "Ok," she said, much to my surprise. My dick jerked up in response to this. I slapped my hard on against mom's buttocks for a few moments, wiping my precum on them as my piss slit slid over the flesh on each, in turn. Then, the sight of her ass crack being so tempting, I rubbed my cock head against her asshole, almost tickling it. Fuck that was so good, I almost felt like cumming but held myself back. Mom had not objected to my rubbing her asshole with my dickhead, so feeling braver, I moved it with my hand slowly along and gently tickled mom's pussy lips with it, which were hanging down. God, her open pussy was so tempting, and just centimetres away from my cock head. I just wanted to shove it straight in! Then, to my surprise, mom, who must have been so turned on my what I was doing, said, "Ok, Jacob, I can't stand this anymore. Stick it in my cunt, but don't cum inside me. We need to catch your cum in the beaker still!" Fuck! I couldn't believe it! This was music to my ears! Without further hesitation, I pointed my straining dick directly at her gaping pussy hole, and shoved it in. "Ahhhhhhhhh...," I cried out in ecstasy, feeling mom's pussy walls grip hard onto me. I pulled back instinctively, and then shoved in again. "Ohhh...yess," I said. Mom was also now groaning in pleasure as I did this. I carried on pumping her, now a little faster, as I grabbed her hips for support. The feel of mom's pussy around my dick as I penetrated her, in and out, was wonderful! Imagining fucking was one thing, but actually doing it was a hundred times more pleasurable! I was in the throes of ecstasy now and didn't care about anything, let alone making sure my cum went into the semen beaker. I think mom was also in an extremely heightened sexual state as she was moaning and groaning with pleasure, pushing her pussy back into me as I shoved my cock in at each thrust. "Fuck me, yes...," she said out loudly. I was now moaning loudly too, and I just couldn't stop myself cumming quickly, it being the first time, no matter what happened next. I felt the cum rise in my balls, and I exploded inside her, feeling my spunk spurt thickly and deeply inside mom. "Ahhhhhhh........." I shouted as I came. Mom responded with a huge moan of pleasure too, as I carried on spurting inside her. Finally after what seemed like ages, I stopped cumming and felt my cock go limp and I collapsed on the bed next to mom, who was now laying on her front with her eyes closed. I had finally fucked mom and cum inside her too! It felt like ages before either of us spoke. Mom broke the silence by saying in a quiet tone and without looking at me, "What have we just done?" I didn't say anything for a few moments. Then I replied in a quiet tone too, "I couldn't stop myself, and neither could you I think." There was silence for a while again. "You're right," she said after a few minutes. "Never mind, it's happened now. I guess it was bound to happen at some point. We'll have to just get on with it. And we've missed getting a sample." Mom paused for a moment, as if thinking. Then she said, "Maybe we can work out an average sample based on all the results from the past week. But, you must promise me Jacob, that you will never tell anyone about what we've just done. Not ever." "I won't mom," I replied sincerely. "Never." "Good, I feel a bit better about it then." She paused again. "And maybe if we do it again to help you to cum, it won't matter so much now, as we've done it once," she added, much to my surprise. Fuck! That sounded unbelievable! Mom was ok for us to fuck again! "But you must try to pull out next time," she said, "So I can get a sample." "Ok, mom" I replied, "I'll try, but it might be hard, as it's so new to me," I said, truthfully. Mom didn't reply. After a moment, I felt like going to the toilet. I got up off the bed and said, "Just need to take a pee." I walked naked into my en-suite bathroom. Normally I would close the door, but somehow, I felt so relaxed after what we had just done that I left it open. In any case, you could not see the toilet part inside directly from the bed. I stood over the toilet and started to piss into it. It felt good and relieving. As I finished and gave my dick a few nudges to get the last drops out, I suddenly felt like someone was looking at me. I looked over at the door. Mom was standing there. She must have just seen the end part of my peeing into the toilet. For a moment the thought excited me. I didn't know why. She looked at me and said, "Hope you didn't mind my watching." "No, mom," I replied, truthfully, although slightly unnerved. "Good," she said. "Shall we shower together? Maybe we can get another sample whilst we do that." I felt a twinge in my dick as mom suggested that. I was already feeling a little aroused at the thought, even though I had cum not long ago. "Sounds great to me, mom," I said. "Ok," she replied. "Get in the shower and turn the water on. I just need to take a pee myself. You can draw the curtain closed after you get in the bath." The moment mom said she wanted to use the toilet as well, I got excited for some reason. I felt like I wanted to watch her, like she had me. "Can I watch you mom?" I asked. Mom looked at me for a moment as if thinking, and said, "I don't see why not." I got in the bath and left the shower curtain open so I could watch her use the toilet. Already, I felt my dick becoming alive at the thought. Mom, still completely nude, went over to the toilet, put the seat down, and sat on it. I had never seen her before like this. After a moment I started to hear the distinctive sound of a stream of pee hitting the water in the bowl at the bottom of the toilet. This went on for a minute or so, until mom stopped her pissing. Then, she took some toilet paper and dabbed at her pussy, stood up, threw the paper into the bowl and flushed the toilet. I had found the whole experience of watching her do this, a bit of a turn on, strangely! As mom washed her hands in the washbasin, I had a semi hard on after what I had just witnessed. Mom looked over at me and saw it. "Did that happen whilst you looked at me on the toilet?" she said. "Yes," I replied. "Seeing you take a pee was quite arousing, for some reason," I added. "That's not uncommon," mom said. Then, pausing a moment longer, she finally said, "Come over here, I'd like to try something before we shower." Mom went back to the toilet and sat down again on it. She beckoned me to her. I got out of the bath and went over to her and stood in front of her as she sat on the toilet. My dick was still semi hard, and seeing her sitting on the toilet seat like that was contributing to its state. Then she started sucking my dick again, as she sat there. My prick responded almost immediately to this, hardening up again. I grabbed mom's head and fucked her mouth as she sat on the toilet. "Fuck, yea mom," I said. "This is so good." She paused sucking my dick and licked my balls for a moment. Then she stroked my hard on with her hand. "Ok, that's enough. I just wanted to see if you would get hard quickly this way. Next time I want to go to the toilet for a pee, come in with me. I'd like to suck you whilst I do it. That should be a good way of helping you to cum, from your reaction just now." Fuck, the thought of that was so thrilling and arousing that my dick jerked up again toward her face. Mom got up and said, "Get in the bath again. I'm just going to get the semen beaker from the bedroom." I did as instructed and waited for mom to return. My dick had become slightly limp again as I waited She came back into the bathroom a moment later, holding the semen beaker. Then she clambered into the bath, her tits flapping sexily as she did so, and put the beaker on one of the glass shelves over the far end of the bath. Then she said to me, "Turn the water on and let's soap up together." I turned the shower on and the spray went over me. I adjusted my position slightly so that mom could get under the showerhead too. Her boobs touched my chest as we did this. My dick was starting to respond again. Mom grabbed the shower gel and started lathering me up from the front, over my chest, stomach, and then running her hands over my dick, which became semi hard as she did this. She cupped my balls and soaped them, and then knelt down so her face was level with my dick and started to lather up my legs. Then, she stood up again, and said, "Turn around." I turned to face the tiled walls at the shower end of the bath, and felt mom lather up my back and shoulders. Then she moved onto my ass and cupped each butt cheek as she rubbed the shower gel into it. "I'm going to do your ass crack now," she said. I braced myself, and felt her run her fingers and hands along my butt crack, over my asshole and towards my balls. It tickled a bit as she did so and I instinctively jerked forward a little, still not used to someone else's hand running over my sensitive parts like that. Finally mom stopped soaping me, and said, "Now do me." I turned around and faced her. She raised her arms, as if offering her body to me. I started under her armpits, and then did her arms, which she then let fall back down to her sides. Then, I started lathering up the area just below her neck and then moved onto the large globes of her tits, squeezing and cupping each one almost greedily, as I did so, enjoying the feel of them with each movement of my hands. My dick was getting harder, at this point. Then, I knelt down in front of her and soaped up her stomach and then her pubic area, letting my fingers slide between her legs, over her pussy mound, towards her asshole from the front. God, that felt good! Then, I did her legs, in swirling motions, making sure the back of her thighs and calves were also well lathered up. Mom then turned around whilst I was still kneeling down, so that the glorious curved arches of her buttocks faced me directly. I squeezed some more shower gel onto my hands, and then started kneading and squeezing her fleshy, thick, white butt cheeks. God, I was loving this. I stood up, still caressing mom's butt, and then let my hand slide along her butt crack, over her asshole, towards her pussy. Mom pushed herself back towards me as I did so, almost like she was enjoying the sensation of my fingers and hand running along her ass crack. Then, I moved my hands up to her back and shoulders and lathered the soap in there, well. My dick was now slightly more than semi hard, but not quite a full pole yet. Mom turned around and said, "I have an idea." "What?" I said. "As we are now both soaped up, let's hug and rub our bodies together so that the soap gets rubbed in even more as we rub ourselves against each other. Fuck, the idea sounded hot! Mom made the first move my moving a bit closer to me and then putting her arms around my back like she was embracing me in a hug. I did the same to her, and for a moment as we hugged, it just felt like a loving embrace rather than anything sexual. But then, as I felt my hard on rub up against her stomach, above her pubes, the sexual feelings returned. Mom started sexily rubbing her boobs and other parts of her body against me and running her hands along my back and down over my butt. I decided to do the same to her as we rubbed up against each other, but I ended up concentrating more on squeezing her wonderful large ass cheeks as we embraced. My dick started to get even harder at what we were doing. Mom noticed this and said, "I see you're really hard now, and your cock is starting to get in the way. If you promise not to cum inside me, I'll let you put it in me again." I made the promise, not believing my luck that mom would agree to this so soon! Then she grabbed my slippery soaped up dick and said, "Turn the shower on and let's me rinse off some of this soap first." I switched the water on and we both rinsed under the spray together, mom, paying special attention to my dick. Then, after we had rinsed pretty much all the soap off our bodies, I turned the water off, and faced mom again. She knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her sucking me was wonderful and she soon had me very hard. Then, she turned around and moved a step towards the far end of the bath, and bent forward so she was supporting herself with her hands against the end tiled wall, as she presented her ass to me. "You can fuck me like this," she said firmly. "And I want you to talk crudely to me whilst you do it. But remember, don't cum inside me. You must tell me when you are about to cum, so I can get the semen beaker into position." "Ok, mom " I said. "But first I'd like to lick you down below." I knelt down behind her, parted her buttocks with my hands and started lapping at her pussy. She tasted wonderful, and smelled clean and fresh after the wash. I squeezed her butt cheeks as I licked her. Then, I moved onto her asshole momentarily, giving that a good tonguing. By now my hard on was raging. I stood up again and still holding her butt cheeks open a little way with my free hand, I braced myself to do what I had longed to so much, and for so long -- ram into her pussy, hard, from behind, whilst we were in the bath together. Mom's pussy looked so inviting, I positioned myself as correctly as I could, in my inexperience of doing such things, and then pointing my cock head between her open cunt lips, I pushed in. "Ahhhh," mom gasped, as I did so. "Oh, yes," I cried out. I pushed all the way in, and then back a little, as we adjusted ourselves for our respective movements Then, I shoved in again, and then out again, a little faster this time. "Fuck, yes," said mom, to my surprise. I increased the pace and depth of my thrusts until I was slapping up against mom's meaty ass cheeks each time I went forward and fully in. "Fuck, mom that's so good," I said. I moved my hands up from holding her hips, so that I could squeeze her boobs as I fucked her. Man this felt amazing! I moved my hands down to her hips again and carried on slapping hard into mom. "Yes, Jacob, tell me how much you like fucking me," she said teasingly. "Fuck yea mom, I love fucking you like this. Your cunt is so fucking hot, I just want to fuck you all the time now," I said, all my inhibitions vanishing for a moment as we fucked. We were now moaning and groaning like wild animals. Soon, as we were both so lost in the throes of our mutual enjoyment, all of a sudden I felt the cum rise in my balls. I remembered what mom said about not cumming inside her, but this felt so good, I just didn't want to stop. But something in my mind told me I should warn her, so I said, "Mom, I'm going to cum." Mom was groaning deeply in time to my thrusts as I fucked her, and she just managed to blurt out. "No, fuck that. Cum inside me, cum inside mommy. I want to feel your spunk inside me again." That was it. Her words of encouragement only spurred me on further, and after just a few more thrusts, I came deep, thick and heavily inside her, making a noise almost like a donkey braying as I did so! Mom screamed out as I spunked deep inside her, indicating she had orgasmed too. I held onto her hips as her pussy walls milked my prick of cum. I could feel them pulsating against my dick and it felt wonderful. This was all still very new to me, but it had all felt so instinctive, which it obviously was! After a while, as my dick became limp, and finally fell out from inside her, I still held mom around the waist supporting her whilst she leaned on the wall still facing away from me, her eyes closed, and her face resting on her hands. "Jacob, that felt so good," she said finally. "I don't feel I care about measuring your cum anymore, but I know we have to," she added. After a moment, she turned around, and without looking at me, put her arms around me, as we stood naked in the bath together, and held me close to her, hugging me tightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER TEN After a moment, mom seemed to regain her composure, as she let go of hugging me, and without looking at me directly said, "Rinse yourself off and get dressed." I did as instructed, grabbing the showerhead and spraying myself over with water, and rinsing around my cock and balls to get the remnants of semen from my last cum load off. Then I stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel from the rail and dried myself off for a moment with my back to mom. I turned around to say I was off to get dressed and saw mom looking down at my now limp dick and balls. She had an intense look on her face, almost like she was mesmerised by my prick. "Dry your cock properly," she said, watching me. I was a little surprised at her saying this, but did as she asked, rubbing my cock and balls over with the towel. I caught a glance at her as I did so, and saw her lick her lips. It excited me again to see her do this, but not to the extent that it had any effect on my dick, just yet! "Actually, don't dress. Just put your gown on without anything on underneath and go downstairs and eat breakfast. I'll be down in a few minutes after I rinse off as well," she added. With that she drew the shower curtain across and I heard the sound of water spray over her. I threw my towel in the linen basket in the bathroom and walked naked into my room. My house-gown was on a chair in the corner. As I walked over to pick it up I passed by the full length mirror in my room and just stood for a moment looking at myself nude. My chest swelled and I felt confident as I did so. I had finally fucked mom. Twice, in fact, and boy it had felt great. Now, I wanted more. I wondered if she would let me carry on doing that as part of our sessions. I just couldn't get enough of her voluptuous, sexy body! I pulled the gown on and went downstairs. I sat down at the kitchen table with some orange juice and cereal and started eating. As I eat, I wondered what we would do today and what mom would wear for me to keep me 'stimulated' as she put it. After about 20 minutes, I heard mom come down the stairs. I was a little disappointed to see she had herself completely covered up in a white cotton bath gown. She was holding a blue document folder in one hand. She didn't look at me as she came in, but just started to get her breakfast ready. I didn't say anything. There was silence for a while. Then mom came over and sat opposite me and started eating some toast she had made, and sipped on a cup of coffee. She looked at me and said, "Now, Jacob, what we did this morning must be a complete secret between us." "Yes, mom," I replied, in a serious tone. "Did you enjoy it?" she said, much to my surprise. "Yes, of course," I replied. "Bit of a strange question," I added, truthfully. "Well, I was wondering if you felt guilty that it was not right." "It felt right, mom," I replied honestly. "It just felt like something natural to do, like all the other stuff we've been doing." "I'm glad you are comfortable with it," she replied firmly. "I just wanted to make sure. I should have restrained myself though, I think," she added, "But over the past week, since the doctor said I should help you get samples of your cum, seeing your nude body, and you appreciating mine, well......you've awakened a part of me that has been dormant since your father left." She paused for a moment, looking into her coffee cup. "But, your penetrating me means that we haven't managed to collect proper samples today and that's why I think we must not do it again. It's just too hard for you to pull out in time." I felt a bit disappointed, but just nodded in agreement, so as not to make it an issue. After mom finished eating, she said, "I've brought the record of your semen measurements taken from the measuring beaker. You know I've been keeping a note after every session." I nodded. I had not seen the record sheets so far, and keenly looked over as mom pulled a couple of sheets out from the document folder. Come over here so you can see better. I moved my chair around so that I was sitting next to mom and we faced the same direction. She put the sheets on the table in front of me. Mom had pencilled in amounts in several boxes in columns, each column representing a day. As I looked through what she had noted down, I could see that most of my cum measurements were somewhere between 25 and 40 millilitres each time. But I noticed there was no total for each day. "Mom, do you mind if I just add up what I've been producing each day?" "No, I guess not," she replied. "I think the doctor was going to do that anyway." I got up for a moment and grabbed a calculator from the kitchen drawer, and then sat down again next to mom. I started totting up the amounts for each day. There were 6-7 cum loads per day noted. It took a few minutes and mom watched me whilst I added them up. Then when I'd added up each column so that the figures for each day was done, I looked closely at the final figures. It appeared that even though the amounts I had been producing varied a little each time, the daily amounts never showed more that 5-10 millilitres of variance. "That's interesting," I said finally. "What is?" Mom replied. "Look, can you see that the amounts I'm producing each day aren't that much different? That means that even if we miss a collection or two, we could probably just work out an average." Mom smiled at me. "I see," she said. "So what your saying is that we can fuck once or twice a day without worrying about collecting you're cum to measure are you?" I blushed, hearing mom be so blunt. "Er...actually I hadn't thought of it that way," I replied, truthfully, as I had been engrossed in working out the figures and what they might mean. "But, I suppose that's one of the outcomes of the results so far," I said, trying to sound all serious and scientific about it. "I see," said mom. She looked at me hard in the eyes. "So are you saying that we could even go a full day without collecting and measuring your cum?" "Er.. well.." I replied, "I don't think we should do it too often, but we could do that occasionally, as long as we did take normal collections and measurements on other days until the doctor has worked out what is going on with my condition. Otherwise we might mess up working out the averages." "Ok," replied mom. She seemed to have a bit of a mischievous look on her face now. I couldn't quite make out what she was thinking, but my dick was starting to twitch a bit under my gown. "In that case Jacob," said mom, with an intense look on her face, and I also noticed her cheeks flush, "Why don't we forget about collecting samples today in the semen beaker. You have got me very aroused since morning, and I think that today, I will help you to cum as naturally as possible, and in return I want you to help satisfy me too. How does that sound?" I gulped, not quite believing what I had just heard, and my dick was now tenting up my gown. I could not hide it, and mom saw this, as I was sitting right next to her. I just nodded, still not knowing quite what to say. "I can see your cock is in agreement," said mom with a wide smile and then a giggle. "Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," she said. She stood up and as I did so too, my hard cock was still pushing my gown up below my waist. Mom giggled again. Well that looks a bit silly, let's make you more comfortable and untie your gown. And with that, she pulled on my belt untying it, and my gown opened from the front, partly exposing my nakedness underneath, and my erect dick popped out. "That's better," said mom, and grabbing my hard on said, "Come on." Mom walked in front of me and pulled me along behind her holding my cock like it was some rod attached to my body! Fuck! I couldn't believe it! It was like mom was taking me upstairs for sex! And she had said her bedroom this time, not mine. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Mom gently pulled me along the hallway and then up the stairs, and then finally let go of me as we entered her bedroom. Mom's bedroom was bigger than mine and she had a king-size bed as opposed to a double in mine. She also had an en-suite bathroom like me. All along one wall opposite her bed were fitted cupboards with sliding doors, which all had full length and width mirrored fronts on them, so that the entire room almost looked double in size as you stood in the room looking at the mirrored cupboard wall. For someone who I had always thought of as very prudish until now, mom liked mirrors a lot, and she also had a very large one on the wall over the head end of her bed. Her bedroom had a beige coloured carpet and a large fluffy white rug at the end closest to the bay windows, where there were also two cream coloured single sofa chairs. Mom had a very luxurious bedroom! As we entered the room, mom closed the door firmly behind us. "Sit on the end of the bed facing me," she said commandingly. I sat down as instructed at the end of the bed so I was facing the mirrored wall of cupboards. My gown was still open at the front and my dick had for a moment gone down a bit from its fully hard state it had been in a moment ago. Mom now stood in front of me in her white bath robe, her back to the mirrored cupboard wall. "Now," she said, "After so many days of having to collect your cum in a measuring beaker, today we are going to just help you cum as naturally as possible. Maybe that will help sort out your medical problem too. We are going to fuck like a normal couple, all day Jacob. Do you like the idea of that?" I blushed deep red, hearing mom talk like that. "And I want to hear you talk dirty to me, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can to satisfy me. I think I deserve that, after helping you out all week. Now, tell me you want to fuck me." "I want to fuck you mom," I said, a little meekly. "Louder," insisted mom. I want to fuck you mom," I repeated, a little louder. "Louder, and more firmly." "I wanna fuck you hard mom," I said. "Better," she added. "Now say it in a more dirty way." I paused for a moment, thinking, and then said "I'm gonna fuck your ass off mom, I'm gonna fuck that wet juicy cunt of yours which you let me fuck earlier today and I'm gonna do it hard and long, and all day until I make you scream." "Even better," said mom. "But make sure you talk like that when you fuck me. And you may call me all sorts of names that men like to use. Don't be shy with me, it's all part of the enjoyment and satisfaction. Can you think of any names to call me?" I swallowed. I was now starting to lose my inhibitions as I responded to mom's requests and teasing. "Er...S...Sexy...b...bitch." "That's good. More." "Teasing bitch. Cock-sucking bitch. Prick teaser. Cock loving whore." I turned deep red again saying this all, but it soon wore off seeing mom was looking pleased as I said these words to her." "That's right young man. I am a cock-loving whore. I love the taste of dick and I love fucking, and I want to be fucked like a dog, and if you want, and if you please me enough, you can fuck my ass too! Your father used to love that! Would you like to fuck my asshole?" My dick was now raging and I stood up. I couldn't wait anymore as my lust was at full blast. Mom untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked underneath and her voluptuous body came into full view, her breasts were looking full and swollen and her nipples protruding, indicating her aroused state. "Let me taste that wonderful cock of yours," she said. Mom immediately fell to her knees in front of me and took my hard dick into her mouth greedily. She sucked on it almost like some sex starved animal! She lapped at my balls and I could feel and hear breathing heavily on me as she sucked and licked me. She let me dick slide along her face and cheeks like she was worshipping it, and then engulfed the entire cock-head again into her warm wet mouth. Seeing her like this was really getting me turned on and my dick was straining hard as she sucked on me. I grabbed her head and held it almost like I was face fucking her as she sucked on me. After a few moments of this she stopped, stood up and said, "Let's get on the bed. I want you to lick me too whilst I suck you off." I lay down so that my head was at the end of the bed nearest the mirrored wall, and then mom straddled over my face, so that her glorious open butt cheeks hovered above me. What a fabulous sight was above me! Her wide fleshy buttocks opened to expose her cunt lips which were hanging down, and her pinky brown puckered asshole were being brought down to smother my face for my pleasure! As mom positioned her backside over my face, she firmly planted her knees and legs on the bed next to my chest, and began to suck my dick madly like before. I licked and lapped at her cunt and ran my hands up over her butt cheeks and lower back. God, this was so good! I loved the smell of her pussy and ass, and for a moment I let my tongue slide deeply into her asshole, stretching it wide as I did so. Mom was still sucking on my dick wildly, and although the cum was beginning to rise in my balls, I was managing to not cum too quickly as I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I let my saliva pour into mom's pussy and asshole in turn, and I licked and lapped at each, as she wriggled her butt into my face in response, and I continued kneading her fleshy buttocks at the same time. Man, I was in butt licking heaven! Then, finally I felt the cum rise in my balls and I shouted out to mom, "I'm gonna cum soon." Mom stopped sucking on me and said. "I want you to cum in my mouth, so I can taste your lovely spunk, but I want you to watch me do it. Let's change positions." With that, she moved her legs off me, got off the bed and knelt on the floor at the end of the bed again, sideways onto the bed and the mirrored cupboard wall. I stood in front of mom and grabbed my hard on, slapping it on her tits and then her cheeks few times before she took the shaft in her mouth again. Changing positions had put a pause on my cumming, but only for a moment, as her mouth was doing wonders on my dick again. I looked at the mirrored wall and watching my own mother kneeling on the floor with her full hanging tits looking so sexy, sucking me off like she was doing for my pleasure, sent a wave of lust through me, and finally I felt the cum rise in my balls. After a moment I shouted out, "Ahhhhh.. AHHHH....... AHHHHHHHHHHHH......., as I came, spurting wave after wave of cum into mom's welcoming mouth. Mom managed to take the first few spurts in her mouth and swallow my cum, but either she was a bit out of practice taking cum in her mouth, or I was producing a hell of a lot this time, because on the third of fourth cum wave, some of it came out of the sides of her mouth. Then, as my final few cum waves came, mom, stopped trying to swallow it, and just opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, letting me see my cum dribble down her chin and onto her boobs. Fuck, what a sight! My cum was dripping down her chin in gooey strands! Finally, having stopped my spurting, mom, wiped my dripping cock head along her cheeks so that my spunk smeared her face like some cream. Then she rubbed the cum that had dropped onto her tits into them and then licked her fingertips, as if to show me how much she enjoyed it! "Ooh, that's lovely, Jacob. I do love the taste of cum, and yours is especially nice. I haven't told you before, but after taking your samples using the semen beaker and measuring it, I would always swallow and drink some of your cum from the beaker. That's why I know it tastes so good. I love it!" "Fuck! Did I hear right? Mom had been swallowing my cum from the semen beaker after our sessions! Jesus! As I looked down at her, with my spunk over mom's chin and face, and some stringing down towards her boobs, just thinking about mom drinking my cum from the semen beaker seemed to send a second shot of life into my dick again and I became slightly hard. Mom noticed and went back to sucking me and managed to get another wave or two of cum into her mouth before I went completely limp, and then started licking and lapping my cock head to clean it up. Finally, I just collapsed back onto the bed in a heap, and in the high of my orgasm. "Mmmm...that was lovely," said mom, getting up from kneeling on the floor and walking over to the bedside cabinet. Her large melon like tits wobbled sexily as she did so. Mom picked up some tissues from a box and wiped my cum from her face and boobs, dropping the tissues into a wastebasket next to the cabinet. "Give me a minute whilst I clean myself up properly," she added, and then walked to her en-suite bathroom. I watched her wide meaty ass cheeks wobble and jiggle as she walked. Man, what a sight! After a few minutes mom came back into the room, beaming a wide smile and lay herself on the bed, with her back straight against the cushioned headboard. "Give yourself a wash too Jacob, and then come and lie next to me," she said. I got up off the bed and started walking to the bathroom like mom had done. "Nice ass," she said chuckling, as I went. I responded with a slight giggle. I remembered mom liked my ass too. Mom had a much nicer bathroom than mine. It had a large bath at one end and at the other a spacious 'walk-in' type shower. The shower area was very roomy -- I'd say you could fit three people in there easily, and it had all manner of jet sprays as well as the traditional shower head type fitting. The nice thing about this was that you could just walk in, pull the frosted glass door across and start showering -- no messing about standing in a bathtub or cramped shower cubicle -- it was very roomy and spacious. I walked into the shower, turned the jet sprays on, which hit your body from several angles, and soaped and rinsed myself all over quickly, including my cock, balls and ass crack. I knew mom liked me to be especially clean. In less than two minutes I was done and drying myself off. Then, throwing my towel in the linen basket, I walked back into mom's bedroom. My now limp dick was waving in front of me as I walked, and my balls were flapping a bit. I saw mom look down at my crotch area as I walked in. "Is my sexy son all clean now?" she said teasingly, and with a cheeky smile. "Yep, sure am mom," I replied, as I clambered on the bed so I was half sitting, half lying next to her with my back up against some pillows. I looked at her naked body next to me and felt like touching her. She must have sensed my desire and said, "You can touch me if you like, whilst we talk for a bit." I moved my right hand over mom's stomach and up to her boobs. I squeezed her right boob gently and tweaked the thick protruding nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Then without asking, I bent my head down and licked all around her nipple and gave it a gentle suck "Ohh...that's nice baby," she said in response. I was still far from being able to get hard again, but it was nice just to touch and caress mom. I moved my hand down her body again, over her stomach and then down over and along her pussy mound. I looked her in the eye as I did this, wanting to see an approving look from her. She did not disappoint me, saying, "Oh yes, touch mommy's pussy, play with it. Put your finger in if you like," and then closed her eyes and pushed her head back to enjoy the sensation. I moved my middle finger along her pussy mound, over the hairs there until I felt the line of the opening, and then gently pressed in, pushing my finger into the moist flesh there. "Oh...yes, baby" said mom, still with her eyes closed, and pushing her pussy up towards my finger as I inserted it in. "Don't stop Jacob, that feels really good. Fuck me with your finger and see if you can make me cum." I hadn't intended on stopping as I was really enjoying what I was doing. "You can put another finger or two in to stimulate me better, if you like," she added, still with her eyes closed and humping herself gently on my finger. I let my index and third finger enter mom's pussy as well, gently at first, and then started pumping them in and out, the full length of the fingers. The moist flesh there felt wonderful as I did so. "Ahhh...Ohhhh...Yessssss," mom cried out. I continued, increasing my pace a little, whilst mom pushed her pussy mound up to meet my forward pushes. After another minute or two of this, mom cried out and her whole body shook and shuddered for a moment. I felt a small amount of liquid go over my fingers. I guessed mom must have had an orgasm and cum, although I'd never seen a woman's orgasm before. Mom lay back on the bed still with her eyes closed for a few moment and then said, "Thanks Jacob, I needed that. I hope you'll be able to do that to me with your hard cock next time." She looked down at my prick as she spoke. It was still limp, despite what we had been doing. It was till too soon after my last cum load, although doing what I had been with my fingers had sent the right signals to my dick, which had twitched a bit! "Tell you what, why don't I go downstairs and get some coffee for us both, and we can drink it up here and talk until we manage to get you going again," said mom. I nodded in agreement. Mom got up and put her bathrobe on again, and disappeared out of the room. "I won't be long," she said as she left. --------------- I felt something touch my arm and I rolled over and opened my eyes drowsily. There seemed to be some kind of fabric touching my skin, and then I realised I was on mom's bed with a blanket over me. Mom stood over me next to the bed, shaking me gently on the arm and holding a cup. "Jacob, you fell asleep, wake up now." "Oh, sorry mom," I said sleepily. "How long have I been asleep?" "Over an hour. When I came up with the coffee, you were already dozing away. I didn't want to disturb you as I though a rest would you good," mom winked at me as she said this, "So I went back down again and gave your auntie Jean a call." "Here, have some coffee now -- it'll wake you up." I sat up and took the coffee cup from mom. I let the blanket still cover me from the waist down. Mom sat down on the bed facing me, still in her white bathrobe. I sipped the coffee. It was good and fresh, and I began to shake off my sleepiness. "Your aunt Jean is doing well and says hello," said mom. "What made you phone her?" I asked. "You know I always call her on the weekend," replied mom. "It was just a general catch up chat." Mom and her sister Jean, who was a couple of years older than mom, were quite close and spoke regularly. Aunt Jean lived on the West Coast, but she and mom would speak on the phone regularly -- at least once or twice a week, and also visit each other several times a year. Aunt Jean lived on her own now, as her husband had died a few years back of a heart attack. They never had kids. Mom was always asking aunt Jean to move closer to us, but she had got so used to where she was, she'd never made the move, so far at least. Then a thought hit me. "Er...mom, you haven't said anything to aunt Jean about my...er...you know.... condition. I know you are very close." "Mom looked down at the bed for a moment and said, "Well, I haven't gone into any great detail, but I have told her you have some personal medical problem and we and seeing a doctor about it. That's all." "Oh, well I suppose that's ok then. I would be embarrassed if you had said anything else." "But Jacob, your aunt Jean is like a second mom to you, I'm sure she would be very concerned and want to see you get well. Of course, I haven't gone into any detail -- certainly not about...you know...our extra little activities, and what we are doing now." I decided to let the subject drop, although I wasn't quite sure how much mom had told auntie Jean. I finished the coffee whilst we had been speaking and placed the cup on the bedside table, feeling refreshed and fully awake again. Mom smiled at me cheekily. "That's better. You've had a good rest now. How are you feeling?" "Fine" I said. I knew I was ready to cum again, and the slight ache in my balls was telling me I needed to get a load off. "I need to cum again." Mom smiled and slowly pulled the dark blue blanket, which was covering my crotch and legs, off me, revealing my cock and balls. She stroked my limp cock gently with her fingers, almost like she was touching something precious. "Mmmm, very nice. I've got so used to seeing your wonderful cock now that I want it much like you want my body. Let's see, what shall we do to get you going again?" Mom straightened up her body a bit, and looked at me intensely with a sparkle in her eyes. The look in her eyes had changed from that of my normal prudish mom, when we had been talking about aunt Jean a moment ago, to something almost like another person, revealing her innermost, wickedly lustful nature which had been suppressed for a long time since dad had left (and I hadn't seen it all yet!). "Will you wear something sexy for me?" I said. "Ok, what would you like?" "Well, I liked you a lot in just your stockings and stiletto's. That would do for now." Mom though for a moment and said, "Ok, I have some ideas to get you going. Just lie back on the bed, close your eyes so you can't see what I'm doing for a few minutes." I did as instructed, and lay back, now fully naked, with the blanket removed, with my eyes closed and back against the bed headrest. I heard mom rummage around in some drawers and then some noises of movement as she must have been putting something on. My dick was starting to twitch in anticipation. After about five minutes mom said, "Ok, you can open your eyes now." I did so, and a delightful sight was in front of me. Mom had removed her bathrobe and was standing in front of me, about two feet from the end of the bed, wearing just black hold up stockings with lace trims and black stiletto's. She had brushed her hair and was wearing deep red lipstick, and a little make up on her face. She posed for me with one hand on her hip and her large boobs hanging sexily on her chest. Then she turned around to show me her ass and wiggled it from side to side for a minute, making the flesh on her buttocks wobble and jiggle, which she knew always sent me wild with desire. God it looked so good with those black stockings just below! "Like what you see," she said, teasingly, but firmly, and then turned around. I could sense mom was getting turned on herself by what she was doing. I whistled my pleasure. "Wow, sure do mom," I replied. My dick became semi hard almost immediately. "I'm going to pose for you for a bit, and walk around the room so you can appreciate the curves of my body. I know you like doing that from our session in the living room a few days ago. But before I do that there's something I'd like you to do." "What?" I said, keenly. Mom held up a stick of lipstick which she had been holding in her hand, which I'd not noticed before. "I want you to write something on my ass with this lipstick." I gulped. "Er...ok...what?" My dick was getting harder by the second. Mom threw the lipstick on the bed and turned around, presenting her glorious ass to me again. "Come and sit on the end of the bed so my ass cheeks are level with your face." I picked up the lipstick and did as asked. Mom's ass globes looked so hot, especially as her stilettos, made the angle of her butt cheeks stick out more. I had to kiss and lick them. "Sorry mom, but I just have to do something first." I grabbed the fleshy cheeks with my hands greedily, squeezing them hard and then kissed and licked them, wiping my face over them. Mom moaned with pleasure as I did so. "God, mom, your ass is so good," I cried out. After satisfying myself, I said, "Ok, what shall I write?" "I want you to write in large capital letters, 'S' and 'L' on my left butt cheek, and 'U' and 'T' on my right ass cheek, so it will spell 'SLUT'. Fuck! I couldn't be; live mom was so dirty minded. It excited me though, and my dick was now rock hard hearing this. I held the lipstick like it was a large crayon and did as asked, writing a large 'S' and 'L' on one cheek and then the 'U' and 'T' on the other. The letters were in deep red and against the milky white colour of mom's ass cheeks looked really hot! "Done," I said. "Your ass looks damn hot mom, with that." "Good," mom replied and wobbled her cheeks for me, standing on the spot. Fuck! Mom turned around so her back was towards the mirrored cupboard wall and turned her head back so that she could see her butt out of the corner of her eyes. "Yes, very good," she said satisfied, looking back at me. "I used to do this with your father and it used to really turn him on." Mom looked down at my dick and saw it was already hard. She bent down for a moment and gave the cock head a suck, making slurping and licking noises as she did so. Then, apparently satisfied she said, "I want to tease you some more now. You've been very polite so far. I want you to talk dirty to me again as I pose for you." Mom started to walk around the room in her stiletto's and stockings with her hand on one hip. Her tits jiggled and wobbled. As she walked away from me, the words 'SLUT' clearly showed on her ass as she sexily swung her hips from side to side. My dick was at full stretch now, seeing this. "How does my slut ass look as I walk?" "It looks fucking hot mom," I said, going along with her request to talk dirty and actually feeling what I was saying. "Would you like to fuck my pussy?" "You bet," I replied. "Would you like to fuck me like a dog?" "Yes." "Then call me a bitch." "I want tou fuck you, you dirty bitch," I said and blushed a little. "What kind of bitch am I?" "A dirty, slut, whore of a bitch, who likes to swallow my cum." "Excellent Jacob," replied mom, commandingly. "I am a dirty little whore bitch as you will see. I just love prick, and the taste of cum, and to have your hard juicy cock inside my mouth and pussy." Then she walked over to where the chairs were and put one let up on the seat cushion and inserted a finger into her pussy, playing with it and looking at me directly in the eyes. Then she put her leg back on the floor and turned around, placed one hand on each butt check, bend forward and pulled apart her ass cheeks, so I could clearly see her asshole and cunt. Both looked delicious and enticing! Fuck, that was it! I got up quickly and knelt behind her and licked and lapped at her asshole and pussy, going from one to other and running my tongue all along her ass crack, up and down. Then, mom turned, and sat on the chair so my aching hard dick was right in front of her mouth and she started sucking on it, taking it deep into her mouth. I reached down and fondled her boobs as she did this as they jiggled and wobbled under me. After sucking me for a couple of minutes, mom let go of my prick and said, "Fuck my tits." Mom held up her boobs for me and wrapped them around my rock hard dick as I fucked in between the fleshy mounds. Man, this was tit-fucking heaven! After a few minutes of this I said, I don't want to cum like this, let's fuck now. Mom stood up and walked over to the bed. She got on her hands an knees facing away from the head end of the bed, so that her face was towards the mirrored cupboard wall. In this pose she said. "Now come and fuck my ass off, whilst you watch yourself fucking me in the mirrors." Fuck! What an invitation. My dick was raging at this thought and I clambered onto the bed behind mom, and ran my dick all along her ass crack and slapped her buttocks a few times. Then, seeing that her gaping cunt lips looked so inviting I inserted the tip of my cock head in slowly, going deeper, until I was about half way in. I felt mom's pussy walls clamp onto my dick and I moved back out and the thrust in again, this time going deeper to the hilt. Soon we were going at it full pelt, as I thrust in and out, slapping myself against moms ass cheeks as I fucked her pussy hard. I looked up at the mirrored wall and could see mom's tits hanging under her, wobbling and flapping like crazy, forwards and backwards as I thrust into her and she pushed herself back towards me. It looked damned, fucking hot! I started moaning and mom hearing me said, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me you dirty mother pussy loving bastard." "Yes, bitch" I cried out, "Take it all, yes..." We carried on like this for what seemed like ages, watching myself fucking mom from behind in the mirrors was the most incredible sight and she was just loving it -- I could see this from the contorted looks on ger face and the moans of pleasure and delight she was making. After what seemed like ages, I finally cried out, "I'm cumming... Ahhh.... Ahhh... Ahhhh... and came deep inside her, spurting wave after wave. Mom seemed to orgasm almost at the same time as she screamed out, and her body shook and shuddered violently beneath me. Finally, we both collapsed in a heap on the bed, still moaning and groaning with pleasure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER ELEVEN We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom's bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon. One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom's asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her "dirty talk", she'd never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon. During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement. In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day. "And remember," she said, "We mustn't tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum." I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn't something we could talk about in front of other people. After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed. I was wearing my 'house-gown' with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had 'dressed' since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily -- wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there! Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage. "Mom, I'm going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won't be able to help me cum like you have this weekend," I said. "I know dear," mom replied. "I've been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We'll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?" "Well, I've been feeling pretty good this weekend as I've been regularly cumming." "We'll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I'll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception." She smiled at me as she finished the sentence. We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, "Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?" I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought. I nodded. "As I haven't collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won't matter too," said mom as she stood up. "What would you like to do?" Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass. "I'd like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom," I said. "I just can't get enough!" Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair. "Go on then," she said, smiling, "Do what you like." I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers. Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, "Turn around please mom." "That's too polite," replied mom teasingly. "You'll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty." I looked up at mom and decided to oblige. "Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom." "Mmmm....yes," replied mom, "That's better." And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher. I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom's ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard! Then, I grabbed mom's shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise. "Fuck, yea mom," I said, "Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night." Mom didn't say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked. Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle. By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention. I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, "Ooh, that's nice." I slapped my hard on against mom's butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, "I'd like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum." "Ok," replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on. Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked. Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. "Fuck yea mom," I said, "Fucking hot ass." Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I'd followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me. "Oh fuck yea mom," I said, responding to the way she was blowing me. She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt. Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom's left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it's length along her face. "Talk dirty to me while I bring you off," she said. "You know how much I like it." And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me. Happy to oblige, I said "Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You're a cum swallowing slut aren't you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don't you?" I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her. I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan. "Ohhhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhh..." I said out loud. Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn't, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot! After she'd milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, "Mmmm.... that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum," and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me! "Now have a good sleep and I'll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I'll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow." I nodded, and smiled back at mom. She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight." And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck! I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep. --------------------------- I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor's Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town. Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we'd given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday. As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I'd cum several times. I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor's mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. 'Don't be stupid,' I said to myself! Doctors don't do that with their patients! Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself. "Afternoon, " I said. "I'm Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm." The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot! "Oh yes," she smiled back at me. "Please take a seat. Your mother is already here." As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her. The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn't remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me. Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, "Remember Jacob, you mustn't say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking." "Ok, mom" I replied, as quietly back to her. After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, "You may go in now." Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in. "Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor's coat, welcoming us. She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk. Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them. As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said "Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?" Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, "We've been doing fine Dr Taylor. I....er...have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here." Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor. "That's excellent," said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom's hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. "I'll look at this in a moment. I'm so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples," she added, as if to provide some reassurance. Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, "Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?" I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, "I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er....er ...you know masturbate. I mean when I...er...you know, spurt my semen." "Good," replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. "I'm glad that you do get relief at least." "Now," she continued, "I do have your blood test results here," she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. "But first let me see your semen measuring record." Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully. "Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you've worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day." She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. "Yes, that's all fine," she added. "Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult," she added, looking first at mom then me. For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, "Er... no doctor...it....its been quite an experience as it's something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean." "Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret." "Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do." "Marge it is then," replied Dr Taylor. "Yes I do understand, and I'm sure Jacob has been grateful too." Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor. Dr Taylor looked at me and said. "Aren't you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you." "Yes, sure I am," I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it. Mom then said, "Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?" "Yes, I can," replied Dr Taylor. "I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more...," she paused for a moment, "A little more unusual and perhaps difficult." I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried. Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, "Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I've explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome." "Please tell me what's wrong with Jacob?" asked mom. Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important. "Mrs Addington....I mean Marge," she said looking at mom, "The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can." Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. "As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body's own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob," she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly. "But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is... well... slightly unusual." "Well, it's a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.," said mom. "But in what way is the cure unusual?" she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth. Dr Taylor paused for moment. Then looking at mom directly she said, "Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob." Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying. "Er... well, no doctor. It's all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He's my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say," she replied, firmly. I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared. "Alright," said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously. "Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob's age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse. Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence. "Now for this to work," continued Dr Taylor, "The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix." Dr Taylor paused for a moment. Then looking hard at me, she said, "Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?" "Er... no," I replied, rather embarrassingly. "Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case." Dr Taylor paused again. "To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body's balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem." I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I. Then, I was shocked at the Doctor's next lengthy statement. She looked at mom and said, "Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential." "Er..yes...I understand that," replied mom, slightly confused. "So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..," Dr Taylor paused, "For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean." I saw a streak of red run across mom's neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her. I think I must have blushed too. Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again. Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, "As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully." Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence. Mom regained her composure a little and said, "Er...yes...I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it." She obviously didn't feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked! "However, I have an alternative option," continued Dr Taylor. "Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands' can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused. Then continuing, she said, "I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob -- in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a 'hands on' type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands' permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a 'win, win' situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know." As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn't quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom's age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck! I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking. "I see," mom replied. "Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very 'hands on' as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I'm also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what's wrong with poor Jacob," mom paused, looking at me, "And how best we might be able to help him." Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair. Mom's reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch! "Good," replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. "I'm so glad we have an understanding." Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, " I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I'm sure you will appreciate it." I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me. I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, "Er...yes.... sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem." Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, "It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I'm sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too." I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor's eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again. "Very good," replied Dr Taylor. "Now, Marge, you have a think about what I've said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only." "Thank you, Dr Taylor," replied mom. "Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I've just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?" I felt relieved we didn't have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, "You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?" and looking a little perturbed again. "Yes. That shouldn't be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?" "Er.. yes," I said.." I guess so." The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I'd only cum once that morning with mom helping me. "Good," replied Dr Taylor. "Excuse me one moment." Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, "Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it's almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won't be needing your assistance further today." I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. "That's right, we'll be fine. Have a nice evening - bye," and put the phone down. "Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?" Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow. I had not noticed another door in the doctor's room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. "I like to make sure we have absolute privacy," she said. "Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues." As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one! As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to. "Now, Marge, I've brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn't mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?" "I guess so," said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed. I just nodded. "Now Jacob, see that door -- that goes to a bathroom. I'd like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here. I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door. Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. "Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?" "Just water is fine," I said. I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn't believe this was happening! The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes. I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting. "Excellent," said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. "Please lie down on the couch over there, and we'll join you. Keep your towel over you for now." I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now - my earlier arousal had completely gone! I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over. Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home. "Just relax now Jacob. I'll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home." Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head. "Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?" "Er.. yes, that's right," said mom, not giving much away. Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch. Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently. Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it. I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that. "Sorry, I think maybe because I'm in a strange place, I'm not worked up enough just yet," I said truthfully. "Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?" Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. "Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker." "Well don't let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do," said Dr Taylor encouragingly. Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard. "I think perhaps you need some more stimulation," said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. "Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?" I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said "Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area," she added, lying. She obviously didn't feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet! "Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing," said Dr Taylor sympathetically. Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn't reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse. She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again. "That's quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating," said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack. "Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me," replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes. "Well that's quite natural," said Dr Taylor smiling at me. I started stroking mom's ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still. I think the doctor noticed my discomfort. "I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man," she said. "I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?" "Er... yes, sure." replied mom. Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness. "Now don't be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit." I couldn't quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom's ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor's ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right! My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward. Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time. Then to my surprise mom said. "Dr Taylor I hope you won't mind, but I'm going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home." "Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement," replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now. Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom's thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable. "And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs," said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory. "Thank you." Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don't think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, "And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!" Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom's juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it's full length and hardness now for the first time. "Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don't mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words." Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. "Can I make a suggestion?" she said. "Go on," said mom. "How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier," said Dr Taylor. "Sounds ok to me, " said mom. "You ok with that Jacob?" I nodded. It would be good to have another woman's hands on my dick. I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor's presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand. Dr. Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me! My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet. "May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?" I said, feeling brave. Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt. "That's right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me," said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt. At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that. Mom then surprised me again by saying, "Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally." Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down. Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. "I'm so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way," she said. Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I'd gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls. "I'm gonna' cum in a minute if you carry on like that." I said out loud. Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker. "Ahhhhh.. AHH... OOOOOHHH," I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so. Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she'd collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor's hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!
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It all started my Senior year of high school. My friend, Justin, and I were in the band program, and he decided to introduce me to an incoming freshman. Her name was Shannon. She was tall (about 5’8”), slim, and very attractive. She was the type of girl that all the guys flirted with. Though I was in a relationship at the time, the moment I laid eyes on her, I thought she was one of the most gorgeous females I had seen. ‘ One day, ’ I thought, ‘ I might have a chance with her. ’ About one year later, I found myself no longer as close of friends with Justin, which was to blame on him and I attending different schools. I was starting to hang out with Shannon a little more, but mainly late at night when my friends and I would decide to hang out with her. One day, while txting Shannon, we began to plan hanging out and going to a movie. Since it was getting late, we couldn’t go that same night so we made these plans for another day. Finally the day arrived, and I was looking forward to the movie all day. Though I was a bit nervous, I reassured myself it wasn’t a date, and that nothing would probably happen. While I was right at first, we found ourselves going to yet another movie. During this movie, we passed the time flirting and throwing ice cubes at each other. This was starting to get good! We walked home to get my car, then drove out to get some food. After picking up a few cheeseburgers, I went to take Shannon home. At this time, I presented the idea that maybe she could stay the night with me at my dad’s house, and I could take her home in the morning. We made up a cover story to tell her mom, telling her that Shannon was going to stay the night at a girlfriend’s house. After all was cleared, we dropped my car off at my mother’s house and started walking with our food to my dad’s house. As we were walking, we spotted a picnic table, where we could sit down, eat, and talk. We talked for a long time, and I was enjoying every minute of it. As I turned, I noticed the sprinklers near the picnic table were turned on, and I had convinced her to go play around in the sprinklers with me. We wrestled, got soaked, and decided it was time to walk the rest of the way to my dad’s house. When we arrived at my dad’s house, we went inside and changed into dry clothes, then sat down in my bedroom and started talking for a little bit. Then, we decided to take my dad’s car, and return to the park to play in the sprinklers again. I decided to put on some athletic shorts, but I forgot to put boxers on underneath. We went to the park, and as we were wrestling, soaking wet and cold, Shannon got really close to me. I wanted so bad to lean forward and kiss her, but as I thought of this, my dick started getting harder. Fearful that she might notice, I turned myself slightly, and continued to splash her with water. When the sprinklers got boring, we decided to go swimming, since we were wet anyways. We went swimming for about 15 minutes, then decided to drive back to my house. After arriving at my house, we changed into our sleep attire, and went to my room. She laid down on my bed, which was only a twin sized bed, and I sat on the ground next to the bed. To my surprise, she gestured for me to lay next to her, and said “there’s enough room, don’t be afraid.” So I got up and laid with my head right next to hers. I yawned, and she asked “Are you tired already?”. “No,” I said. “not when I have a girl like you in my bed!” “Well what do you want to do?” she asked. “Truth or Dare?” I asked her. “Dare!” Shannon said. “What?!? you can’t choose dare on the first turn! nobody does that!” I said. “Well I do!” so I thought, ‘ well gee, this should be easy ’... and it was then that I said “I dare you to take off your bra” “The bra AND shirt? or just the bra?” she asked, as she sat up to begin removing the clothing. “Just the bra... for now” I said, trying to make this game last a while. When it came to my turn, she told me to take off my pajama pants, and I obliged with no hesitation. We continued daring each other to remove articles of clothing, until we were both laying there naked, on my bed, in my dark room. She then asked me “Truth or Dare?” “Dare- this is getting good!” I said. “Okay, I dare you to kiss me” said Shannon “okay, how?” I asked, inferring if she meant just on the lips, or with tongue. She responded “I don’t care- however you want to” so I leaned over and found her lips with mine, and slowly began making out with her. I did this for a short period of time, and then laid back down. I then asked if she wanted to choose a truth or a dare, and when she chose dare, I told her to do the same dare as me. She leaned over me and began to make out with me, starting gently, and then gradually increasing the intensity of the kiss. My hand started feeling it's way around her body, and as I pulled my lips away from hers, I asked, “Do we really need to keep the dares going?” “I guess not” she said, and started kissing me again. At this, I decided it was time to have fun. I gradually slipped my finger into her pussy, hearing a moan as I did so. I began fingering her as we made out, and I tried fitting a second finger in her, but found it very difficult because of her extremely tight pussy. I then got on top of her, and kissed her body lower and lower down to her stomach. I was now facing her very neatly groomed pubic region, and I dove straight in, delighted by the smell of her womanhood. I continued to eat her out for sometime, stopping a little bit to readjust myself, and then continued. I then went back up on her, and she got on top of me and began giving me head. This was the best blow job I had ever received, and I felt myself close to cumming very fast, because of her precision. I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I pulled her up, and began fingering her again. She then turned around so that her back was facing me, and I took no time sliding my lubricated cock into her cunt. She let out a loud moan, and I began working my way deeper and deeper inside her. When her lips covered my entire shaft down to the base, I began pulling out and pushing back in. This turned into a rhythmic thrusting as I was using my hand to push her hips back into me. I then started using my hand to explore her beautiful body, feeling every inch of her silky smooth skin. ‘ This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt! ’ I thought to myself, as the feeling moved from my dick through my entire body. I lifted her off of me and we changed positions with her on top. As she was riding me, I met her body with thrusts of my own. My hand continued worshipping her body, squeezing her breasts and wrapping around her body. I felt myself almost ready to cum, so we changed positions yet again, and I began fucking her doggy style. As I neared climax, my body tingled all over and I pulled my dick out of her wet slit and shot my load of cum into a t-shirt that I had grabbed from nearby. I had just experienced the best sex I had ever gotten, and it was with the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on! After we finished, we both got back on the bed, and I stroked her hair as she fell asleep in my arms.
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The end of the semester had finally arrived and Sheila couldn't happier. This semester had been the most brutal so far and had taken as many prisoners on her campus as possible. Now that the worst had passed and finals were over, everyone was getting ready for the party of the year. The local and only fraternity was hosting an end of semester bash and everyone who could come was invited. Sheila had decided to go to her first party since high school which had been the same place she lost her virginity. Needless to say she regretted it almost immediately and still hoped that one day the memory would be repressed. She showered and dressed in a gray cut off tee and black leggings accompanied by black bow adorned flats. She wanted to be comfortable and still be able to blow off some steam on the dance floor. She left an hour late to give the party a chance to get started . It was approaching 11:30 as she approached the frat house, a faint sound of old school rap preaching to her ears. The party had spilled outside at some point since the front lawn was littered with cheap beer cans and red plastic cups. Various articles of clothing decorated the front porch and a outfit trail led around the side of the house. Sheila took a deep breath and walked up the white stairs. A crudely made sign hanging on the door read "No Froshies". Sheila laughed as she opened the door but her laugh was cut short as the scene inside the frat house completely overwhelmed her. The quiet remnants of the spillover outside was nothing compared to the madhouse within. The flashing strobes and loud music did nothing to hide half naked sorority girls dancing on tables, the towers of kegs placed all around and the blatant sex acts happening just about everywhere. Sheila did a quick sweep of what she could see and was able to identify at least two of her own instructors, putting their jobs on the line for a little fun. Next to them were those desperate students working for that passing grade. The old school hip hop was beginning to fade and Ciara's-Body Party, started blaring from the speakers. Without missing a beat or sacrifice of rhythm, the room began to perfectly mirror the song. Sheila came to a quick conclusion that this was her chance to unwind and have a little fun and she would do anything to forget this semester and her lame ex. Not only was he a F- as a boyfriend with the social skills of a cactus, sex with him was like watching grandma take out her dentures. Without a second thought she proceeded to grab three beers in quick succession and chug them down. Sighing and shaking her body loose, she pushed her way into the mass of dancing bodies. She danced with a number of different people throughout the night as she disappeared into the depths of the raging party. After finally reaching the belly of the raving beast, a hand grabbed hers, pulling her even deeper in. In this area, personal space meant nothing. The hand that had grabbed her pulled her close to its owner and its twin rested itself on her waist. The body connected to these hands began to grind against her own, moving a hand on her pelvis to hold her back close to its controller. Sheila decided her dance partner had found her and began to enter the rhythm of the song. Reggae had since taken over the party; the dancing becoming more erotic with each passing second. A mouth found its way to her ear, gently breathing before nibbling on her earlobe. A shiver shot down her spine and Sheila relished it. Pressing herself closer to him, the beat took control of her body. The two dancers became one in their movements and for a second looked as if the hand been dancing together all night. Sheila turned around and ran a hand over her partners crotch as she look into his steely hazel eyes, her other hand sliding over his powerful muscles. She tugged at his belt and brought him closer to her, planting her lips firmly on his and stealing a quick nibble before quickly pulling away and turning around, shaking her amply heart shaped ass against his now raging erection. Shelia was inviting him to come and get her, slowly teasing her leggings down to allow him a glimpse of her lace panties. Her inner exhibitionist had been set free and would have its deepest desires fulfilled. As if the man knew she was inviting him in, he approached and descending upon her, nibbled on her ear again. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her while she attempted to ride the beat. The man reached down her chest, lightly squeezing her breast before moving further south. He started to thumb the elastic rim of her leggings. In one swift motion, her leggings were down just enough to expose the purple frill and lace boy shorts she wore. The hands rubbed her through the thin fabric and Sheila felt herself getting damp as he massaged her damp folds. The hand pulled the underwear to the side just enough to gain access. Sheila's mind went blank as his thumb brushed her clit. She had only came to dance, let loose, maybe drink a little; now all she wanted was more of this strangers touch. As if he was reading her mind, the man slipped a finger, then two into her hot depths as his thumb circled her clit. The waves shot through her body and her legs turned to jelly. He spared a hand to slip under her top and free her perky breast from their wire-fabric prison. He was rolling her nipple between his fingers and soaking her to the point where she could feel it on her thighs. Sheila moaned out, her mind completely lost on the pleasure. Her back arched and jaw slacked. She made no attempt to hide any sounds knowing no one could hear her as she succumbed to his magical touch. He gave her clit one last rub and moved his hand away, pulling up her panties and fixing her bra. "Follow me.", he whispered into her ear. He moved off and she quickly followed. They moved through the crowd and towards a stairway. He cradled Sheila with his powerful muscles as if they were lovers doing this for the 100th time now. Sheila looked up to catch a glimpse of his face but the lack of light denied her this opportunity. They entered a room directly to the left of the stairs. The room was well furnished, even in the total darkness Sheila could make out a dresser and armorial, along with several end tables. He led her to the bed and brought his face to hers. Their breathing echoed through the room, the heat of his breath tickling her neck. He slowly leaned forward and bit her lip. Sheila let escape a short gasp as he gently tugged on it drawing her partway off the bed before letting go. He sat her up and lifted her top and unhooked her bra with one hand, three fingers to be exact. He took a soft breast in each hand and brought his mouth to one, gently suckling her tender nipple before giving a soft bite. He switched, doing the same as he massaged the latter. Sheila relished the attention she was being paid, but her mind was drifting, she was hoping he would eat it. She wanted those velvet lips on her own moist folds. He continued to idolized her full mounds, taking time ensure each one received equal attention. As moved away from her soft cleavage, he trailed kisses down the exact center of her body, planting a tender kiss on her belly button. He rose and pulled her to the edge of the bed, hooking his thumbs around the band of her panties, he pulled, removing both her lace panties and leggings in one go. Tossing the obstacles to the side, he spread her legs, her glistening folds and sweet tangy scent in full glory before him. He learned forward and took a sample lick, running his tongue from her damp entrance to the little nub at the height of her delicate flower, eliciting a small gasp. He kissed her clit several times and slowly pumped his fingers into her, making her moan at his whim. His kisses traveled lower and lower until he reached her perfect rosebud. A light peck made Sheila squirm. He removed his fingers from her wet hole and eased it into her virgin ass as he started to ferociously attend to her waiting lips. His tongue lapped up her juices as it leaped from her clit to her lips and back again, covering every spot. The sounds intoxicated her and all she could do was moan and grab his hair as he dined on her and pumped her tight ass with his slick fingers. Sheila began to tense up, she could feel herself get close and she was closer to an orgasm than she had ever been before without penetration. Once again he stopped short, letting her legs hang off the bed as he dragged his tongue across her clit and slowly eased his fingers out of her soft ass. When she came down, Sheila noticed that one of her legs was being held in the air. A hot hardness was probing at her soft opening, teasing it. It gently rubbed against the soft flesh, playfully poking her entrance then sliding up against her nub. He aimed and eased it in, spreading her lips wide and burying its entire length in one stroke. As if each were his last, the man began to pump in and out, burying himself a little deeper in her each time. One hand moved up to massage her hard nipples. The man leaned up and kissed Sheila, their tongues dancing in a passionate embrace as he thrust harder and harder, moving the bed a little with each stroke. Sheila moaned loudly into his mouth and her body tensed. Her clit being circled along with the gentle but deep stroking was more than she could handle as she began to enter her climax. The hard shaft kept entering, speeding up and stretching her walls as he realized she was cumming. The man was pounding her and Sheila could no longer hear the music but the joining of their flesh that filled the room as the unknown man handed down the beating on her most intimate parts that she could have only dreamed of. The full orgasm hit her like nothing she had ever experienced. Her back arched, body trembled, toes curled and nails dug into his back. The man held her tight to him as he kept pumping, not letting up on his assault. Even though he knew her orgasm had passed, he did not slow down. He sped up, relentlessly drilling her increasing tightening tunnel. Her moans got louder and louder, animalistic to an effect as she succumbed to the raw passionate feeling of being fucked like it was her first and last time. In a series of telling grunts he withdrew and sprayed her stomach with his seed, the warm sensation earning a soft coo from Sheila. Wasting no time, he turned her over and set her stomach down across the width of the bed her legs propping her up and her rear pointed in the air. Sheila felt a tongue trace the small of her back down to her rosebud anus. She felt his tongue taste her before wiggling its way into her butt. It felt weird and cold, but warm at the same time. She wanted to squirm away but didn't have the energy yet. The man spit on her crack and slid his shaft into her still dripping box giving a few deep thrust. He pulled out and re-aimed, this time slowly entering her back door. Sheila's back arched as the hard member introduced itself to her tight ass. It didn't really hurt too much, it felt good and weird, but she didn't want it to stop. The man bottomed out in her, his sack joining against her sticky lips leaving a thin trail of her juices as he pulled away and slammed into her. He pulled out and slid back in, picking up his pace, and even stepping one leg onto the bed by her waist to get a better angle. Sheila moaned and wriggled, her face telling that she truly enjoyed the anal ravaging she was being dealt. The man reached over and pulled her hair quickening and deepening his thrust until she received all of him. With every dip back in, he bottomed out, relishing the small noises she made as he stabbed at her core. Sheila wore a goofy grin as she took every inch he gave her, feeling herself loosen up. He pushed in getting as deep as he had gotten yet. When he stopped, the only thing that could be heard was her deep needy breathing. He pulled out half way, then picked her up by the thighs so that he was in a standing position with her halfway on his rod. He let her back down onto her shaft slowly only to begin mercilessly fucking her ass. Sheila felt her tits bouncing and her mind go empty as he went even deeper than before, impaling the core of her being with each thrust. He sat down on the bed buried deep in her, but he didn't move, only to put her hands on his knees and started her rhythm. Sheila understood what he wanted and began to bounce herself on his erection, riding it faster and harder as it drove her into what would be her second orgasm, but this time from her ass. As she came, he held her and gently kissed her neck, releasing his seed deep into her. Sheila gasped from the new gushing sensation she was feeling. A few seconds passed before he pulled out, a faint popping noise could heard as he separated from her. His cum leaking from her well used hole and running down his shaft. The stranger set her down on the bed, running his hand along her back and through her hair. Moments later, Sheila felt her clothes being gently pulled back onto her and a kissed placed on her lips as her body cooled down, slowly fading into the darkness.
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It was two months later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience. All her memory would allow her was the momentary gap of light where his steely hazel eyes peered into her soul. It felt as if she was a semi-completed journal and he was all she needed to finish. It didn't bother Sheila one bit that she had woke up in the same bed she had been fucked to sleep in, that her ass tingled every time she thought of it or even that she had sex with a complete stranger and used no protection. In fact, she enjoyed all of those troubling signs and thought that night could have only gotten better. If only she could have lasted for a second round. A few hours later, Sheila found herself alone in the chemistry lab since her partner bailed half way through their independent study session. Books and notes were scattered every which way and Sheila was bent over the lab desk, writing in figures to apply to a formula. It had been relatively quiet until the door creaked open and slammed shut just as fast, making Sheila jump and knocking over almost all her books. She spun around and saw nobody was in the small room. After a deep breath she picked up her books and returned to work. Another fifteen minutes passed before the day took a turn for the better. It was about time to take a break when Sheila felt something brush up against her calves, like fingers. She squealed, looked down and around the lab desk, but there was nothing in sight. Just as she was about for brush it off, something tugged on her hair tie completely unraveling it, dropping her hair to its full length. She whipped her head around quickly, but there was still nothing there. What was happening was a little more than strange and Sheila wasn't looking forward to hanging around. She began to pack up, throwing papers in her bag to be organized later and stuffing the lab equipment wherever there was space. She had leaned forward to place the microscope in its spot when what felt like a hand pressed itself against her pelvis accompanied by a warm push of air that echoed past her ear before a set of teeth began nibbling. Immediately the night of the party rushed into her mind. These were those same teeth, the same hands on her waist and the same breathing pattern. The same shiver shot down her spine as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could already feel the iron hard bulge poking at the soft flesh between her legs as the mouth worked her ear over, weakening her knees. Sheila put her hands out on the counter in front of her for support. This afforded an opening for the hands. They slowly moved up her sides, stopping to pull her blouse out of her skirt. They proceeded to meet over her waist, and began to unbutton her shirt. The hands stopped halfway before ripping the shirt open the rest of the way. The buttons popped off one by one, each hitting against the assortment of microscopes Sheila leaned over for support. The hands caressed every inch of her exposed flesh, their soft touch leaving trails across her toned stomach. They traveled upward, reaching Sheila's bra. It was a red lace bra that closed in the front instead of the usual back clasp. Each hand took a breast and began to squeeze as the mouth began it's work on her neck, nibbling and circling her most sensitive spots with the tongue. Sheila could only stand there and bite her lip, trying to muffle any sounds she might make. Right outside that door was the entire science department and half of the overall administration staff. As if the job wasn't hard enough, one of the hands started the ominous trip south. Just as it reached her waist, it paused. She was suddenly spun around and a pair of the softest lips she had ever felt met hers. The faint scent of Burt's Bee's Mango graced her nosed and their tongues danced to the flavor of Strawberry Orbit. Sheila thought of opening her eyes, finally catching a glimpse of her unknown pursuer. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. A part of her deep down wanted it to be this way. He kissed her passionately, resting his hand at the base of her back to balance her. The kiss lasted several minutes and Sheila could feel herself getting damper by the second. There was no going back now, she wanted this and she would have it, all of it and would accept nothing less than the last performance. Sheila sought to even the experience by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing back, taking control. She felt a sudden rush as he submitted slightly, letting her tongue take charge. He reached up and pulled her shirt off making her break the momentary neck hold. The shirt fell to the floor and her bra joined it after the pop that signified the breaking of the front clasp. Sheila could care less about her broken clothing right now. She needed more now and it made no difference who walked in on it. She broke the kiss, dropping to a squatting position. As if she could see her target with her eyes still closed she wrapped her soft, full breast around his shaft. Sheila felt it jerk when she gave the top a short lick. She had only given head twice before and it was a memory that she hoped she would one day repress, but Sheila felt this time would be different. She had learned enough to be confident about her abilities. The taste this time was wonderful, everything she thought a well cleaned and maintained penis should taste like. It was a good musky, and he had definitely spritzed it with the best smelling cologne ever. Sheila wasted no time bobbing her head up and down, her tongue circling the tip as her soft cleavage massaged his length. She teased the tip with small licks and rewarded him with long treatments with her soft tongue. After a few minutes of progressively sloppier head, his hand came to rest upon her, grasping a fistful of hair and starting to control her speed. He slowly eased himself deeper into her mouth until Sheila began to realize she was deep-throating. She let him coax more and more of his length into her throat, even past the point where she felt she couldn't breathe. The pace quickened sharply as he pulled out and pushed in just past her lips. A torrent of his warm seed flooded her mouth and Sheila swished it around before swallowing. It was slightly salty but surprisingly sweet which left her with a craving for more. After she had swallowed it all she stood up and licked her lips. Sheila opened her eyes but no one was in front of her. She sighed at not getting the chance to see her mystery man but still content with the recent events. She cast her eyes across the lab room and saw the clock and giggled. Only fifteen minutes had passed in all that action. And with that thought, Sheila's skirt fell to the ground, show casing her silk red lace thong. Just as fast as her skirt had fallen, the sound of a chair moving across the floor echoed through the room and Sheila found herself sitting in her mystery mans lap. His dick felt hard as steel under her hot, wet folds through the thin fabric. Before she could order her thoughts, the hands had pulled her thong from her pussy. A thin strand of her juices were visible as they separated. The fingers of the stranger went to work quickly, expertly fingering her soaking snatch and arching her back with the gentle but firm circling of her clit. Her mind blanked and her jaw went slack. No thoughts formed in her head as wave after wave of pleasure erupted through her. He worked all of her best spots simultaneously as if she had come with a manual and it was driving her mad. Sheila couldn't wait any more, she needed him in her. She didn't care where. As if on cue, the man moved his hands to under her thighs and lifted Sheila just high enough to pick. She reached down and blindly aimed as he lowered her, the head of his cock head slipping into her sticky hole with no effort. A chill shot through her body as the intruder stretched her. It felt so much bigger than before and she was certain it was longer. The man wasted no time bouncing her on his shaft, burying himself as deep as possible with every stroke. A few thrust later and he stood and turned around, placing her so that her head was cradled against the chair. She was upside down and he could see it all. Sheila felt her face get hot and wished she still at least had a sock on. He withdrew halfway and drilled right back into her hot core with no mercy. Something in Sheila snapped as she completely let go. She could no longer control her voice as she howled out in pleasure. Every fiber of her being was exploding at once and all she could do was vocalize her pleasure. At this point, Sheila came, her pussy tightening so fast that it forced him out. Sheila squirted, showering the man in her nectar. He took this a sign to keep going. As soon as her juices stopped flowing he reinserted himself and picked her up and put her back against the door to the lab room. Leaning in with a soft tender kiss, his stroke was slow and gentle. It was a loving kind of stroke that almost every girl wants after an orgasm. She at this moment felt more loved by this stranger that anyone else to be in his position. Sheila began to open her eyes hoping to see his staring back into hers. Her lids lifted and those same steely hazel eyes peered back. She had gotten her wish and placed her head on his should as his stroke continued. Sheila wasn't sure when she had fell asleep, but when she came to, she was fully dressed. Her head resting on the same lab desk where it all started. She was fully dressed, all of her broken garments fixed and herself cloaked in a lab coat. A hand was shaking her, not quite as gently as her mystery lover. She looked up and saw that her lab partner had come back with her favorite take out. He was talking but Sheila couldn't hear any of it. All she noticed is that only 47 minutes had passed. A goofy smile crept across her face as she began to chow down. "I could get used to this."
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"I'm going to fetch a towel," Mrs Jackson suddenly announced. "Don't take all the romance out of it, Mum." Mrs Jackson smiled inwardly at her son's unexpected wit. "I think we just ought to get on with it," she said as she turned to go out to the airing cupboard. She regretted her matter-of-fact tone, but it wasn't easy to strike the right note for what was about happen. She could hardly say, "Right, my lovely rutty boy... Mummy's going to give you a jolly good wank, so you must be good and shoot all your warm creamy spunk for her," could she? Well, not quite yet anyway. She could be accused of being provocative, of deliberately inciting her son to participate in an indecent sexual act with her. Yet being too cool about it, too mechanical, might be just as bad. If he stayed limp and non-aroused, it would be almost impossible to achieve the intended goal. She would have to strike the right balance. It was a delicate situation. In her mind she could hear the doctor's voice, see him tapping the side of his nose: "Needs must, Mrs Jackson. A woman's intuition... It always comes to the fore in times of adversity..." Her heart was pounding as she reached for an old clean towel from the top shelf. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. Slightly musty, but it would have to do. There was an equal mix of fear and devilment inside her. For a moment she considered smartening herself up... but why, for heaven's sake? Would that be respectful... or just plain provocative? She went to the bathroom to check her face. She found it difficult to look herself in the eye, but she had to. Face to face with the evil witch, the siren, the harlot. She fussed with her hair, using her fingers to tidy the straggled strands of blonde hair. She went to her bedroom and brushed it out in front of the dressing table mirror. She put red lipstick on. "Oh this is ridiculous," she thought. "Trying to make myself attractive for my son? Whatever will he think? He'll laugh at me, that's what he'll do." But she continued to make herself nice, bringing a shine to her hair with some vigorous brushing, despite her doubts. "Oh well, blow it! In for a penny, in for a pound!" And she changed her clothes as well. She undressed, sprayed some underarm anti-perspirant, and then a tiny puff of eau de toilette on her neck. She didn't want to appear too obvious, or smell like a tart, that was just silly and corny. But then, most men never noticed if you'd had your hair done anyway, or wore some new clothes, so chances were, Jason wouldn't notice either. But deep down, if she was totally honest with herself, she wanted her son to fancy her as a woman, but to love her also as a mum, and even afterwards when it was done, she wanted him to still love her, but as a mum most of all. She knew she would always love him, whatever the outcome of this little episode and the future. She was worried only for him, how he would handle it. Was it possible for a son to see his mother as a sex object one minute, and a loving mum the next? She would soon find out. Carol changed into a black, light-cotton summer skirt and a nicely-fitting, white cheesecloth shirt that clearly showed the form of her breasts, but in a tasteful way. She stood up, in front of the full-length mirror to make some final adjustments. "You'll have to do, Carol. Good luck, girl!" The fact was - she looked very appealing, sexy, but in a 'mumsy' nice kind of way, an irresistible combination to a lot of men. She had a last smile at her reflection, gathered up the towel and went back into Jason's bedroom with her new brave face and freshened resolve. He was sitting upright still, but his eyes were closed. Was he asleep; or just resting his eyes? Perhaps he was running through the awful scene in his mind. What made her do it, she wasn't sure, but she looked directly at his crotch. She felt cheap, as if taking advantage while her son's eyes were shut. She kind of stared, unable to take her eyes away. What state was he in inside those shorts? Nothing was obvious. Judging by what she could see, he didn't appear to have an erection at that moment. That was a change. So many times she had had to handle Jason's cock in its naughty state, inflexible and wilful, pointing it the direction of the toilet bowl and hoping he would hit the target. She laid the towel, still folded, on the bed and reached out her hand to feel him, blatantly and unashamedly. She was surprised at herself, at her boldness. It felt soft and warm, like a little bird trapped in a cloth bag. His body shot forward in surprise, his eyes coming wide open. "MUM! What do you-" "Just wanted to see if you were really asleep." "I'm not now, am I? For Christ's sake, Mother!" Jason nodded at the towel. "I see you've come prepared." "For the worst case scenario. I don't know how much mess you're going to make?" Oops, she thought. That was a little insensitive. "Me? It won't be my fault." He took a deep breath. "Mum..? I'm not sure I can do this." "Yes you can, and you will. I'm going to make sure of it. So you needn't think about copping out. I'm going to do this, whether you, or we like it or not. You can't carry on as you are, building up more stuff inside you." He was looking at her now. For a moment it was as if they would both laugh at the absurdity of the situation. But they simply smiled at each other, in a half embarrassed, half-amused way. He hadn't mentioned her change of clothing, which was something. If he had noticed anything different about her, he wasn't saying, which was maybe his way of being discreetly polite and probably for the best. Carol still felt nervous, but it was more a nervous excitement, a kind of sexual tension as much as anything. And that underlying feeling of naughtiness and devilment was still there, only now it was closer to the surface... much, much closer. At the final moment she decided to play the part, ham it up, pull out all the stops. Go for it girl, opportunities like this didn't come along too often in a lifetime. She stood by the bed, feeling strangely matronly and bossy. "Right, my lad... Are you comfortable propped up like that? Or do you want to lie flat on your back?" "What difference does it make?" "Well," said 'matron', "if you stay propped up you can watch what's going on – that is, if you're interested. If you lie down you can just look at the ceiling and think of England." "I think I'll stay where I am. I won't feel so bloody helpless." "You're not going to surrender yourself to me completely then?" "Mum..? Just get on with it." "Are you being cheeky to your mummy?" "What are you on about?" "Are you?" Mrs Jackson felt Jason's crotch again. There seemed to be a change in mood. She squeezed him. "I said: are you being cheeky to your mother?" "No!" That hurt just then, you know." "That's just to remind you who's in charge." "Okay, so you're in charge." "Good, I'm glad we agree." Mrs Jackson relaxed her grip, but continued to fondle her son through his pyjama shorts, gentle, probing caresses calculated to arouse. She watched his face, saw his expression change and his complexion redden with embarrassment. Through the light cotton material she could feel her son's cock responding to her insistent fondling. Her tummy did a little flip-flop inside, encouraged by what she felt. She could hear her heart beating in her ears and feel the warmth in her swelling breast, part maternal, part lustful. Without taking her active hand away, she used the other to move the bedside chair down so that it was positioned adjacent to her son's pelvis. Then she sat down, side-on to the bed, so that her knees were pointing towards the bed-head. She slowly crossed her legs so that her skirt rode an inch or two above the knee - a calculated gesture. She continued to watch Jason's handsome features, looking for a sign that might reveal his inner thoughts. She played with his cock and balls in a distracted way, as if it was the hand of another woman doing the deed. She watched his eyes close, as if in denial at what was happening. He was hard now. How delicious to have him at her mercy, unable to resist her advances. She could do what she wanted with him and there would be nothing he could do about it. That thought strangely excited her. When she looked away from his face to his crotch, she could see that when she brought her hand away, a nice wigwam remained - its centre-pole beating with a steady pulse that moved his shorts discernibly and told her he was ready. She got up from the chair to pull his shorts down. She helped him lift his bottom up so she could slide his shorts out of the way. His prick suddenly sprang out like a rubber cosh, revelling in its newly found freedom. Jason was well-endowed for an eighteen year old. She estimated him to be, maybe seven inches erect, very respectable. Not that she was unfamiliar with his dimensions, it was just that at this moment his size seemed more significant than ever before. She slid his shorts down to his ankles, but instead of removing them completely, kept them where they were, thinking this would restrict the movement of his legs, should Jason have the sudden urge to kick out in the excitement of the moment. A foot in the stomach or boob could be a painful thing, if not just damned dangerous. Better safe than sorry. She then reached for the tub of cold cream that she used whenever the casts chafed Jason's wrists. She scooped a blob on her fingertip and rubbed it between her palms until they were nice and greasy. Then she returned her attention to Jason's cock. It had a lovely light-brown hue along the shaft, laced with purple veins. The head was beginning to look like a crowing cockerel. She took him in hand, working the grease into his prick. She heard a small inward sigh, a soft moan. When it was done she got some more cream from the tub and used this to aid her in her masturbation of him, working her hand up and down, sliding along the length of it. It felt good and hot, slippery thick meat, and not for the first time since she began her tending of Jason, she had to admit to a familiar feeling between her legs, a tingling, an itch. She stopped for a moment to uncross them, squirming with the strange, but not unpleasant discomfort between her thighs. She then re-crossed her legs the other way. Jason had opened his eyes for a moment and found himself looking at his mother, her breasts, now prominent in the closer fitting cheesecloth shirt, appeared to beckon to him. Then down to her legs. Her skirt was higher, tauter than before. Whether this was deliberate or a misjudgement on Carol's part hardly mattered. Jason was enjoying the view which was presented to him. He could see the long curve of her thigh disappearing under her skirt, smell her perfume, and her sex. His mother smiled and winked. She knew why he was looking. "Do you like my legs?" she said. Jason nodded. His breathing had become ragged. "And my tits?" "I wish I could see them for real." "And to you like what I'm doing to you?" "Yes, Mum. I love it." "Good. Does my little boy love his mummy?" Another nod, a fluttering and rolling of eyes. "Does he love his mummy... lots and lots?" There was a croak, from Jason's throat which felt tight and dry to him. "Yes, he said." "Well, she loves you too!" "Please make me cum, Mother... Force me to shoot off for you. I want you to watch me cum." "You naughty boy! I will have to smack you for that." And she did, giving him a playful slap to the inside of his right thigh, and another to the left. His legs flexed in response to the little stings he felt. But they were held in place by the shorts around his ankles. She went back to rubbing his cock. "Any more crudeness from you, young man, and I will have to smack you hard. All I want is for you to enjoy your mummy's hand rubbing your lovely cock." "Oh, Mother... I love you." Mrs Jackson's worked smoothly along the length of her son's cock, settling into a steady rhythm. In the silence of the room, she could hear the slippy-slicky sounds that resulted from her actions. She then brought her other hand to bear, and rubbed the slippery, muscular-looking penis between her palms, a technique she had used on certain men, including her ex. It felt wonderful and sexy to have her son thus, caressing him between her feminine, long-boned fingers. She had the sudden impulse, or at least the thought, of taking it in her mouth. It was almost irresistible. Would that be overtly obscene? What would her son think of her for doing something like that? But before she could act on this impulse, there came a cry of release from Jason, a deep and long, almost strangled cry of anguish. To him, it was as if he felt a rushing of something, something crucial and significant inside of him, like something being set free after weeks of captivity. There was a surging from his balls. His body tensed and his head banged back against the bed-head, then fell forward on his chest. His legs tried to break free from their confinement so violently that the muscles stood out on his thighs. His pelvis bucked and squirmed. Mrs Jackson knew this was the critical moment. She could feel the bubbling and pulsing of his poor, frustrated dick. One hand continued to bring it to the boil and with the other she prepared the towel. But it was too late. A great stream of pearly white liquid cut the air in a long continuous arc, spewing and spitting from the eye of Jason's pride-and-joy to splash down in sticky little puddles on his chest and belly, still clad in the grey tee-shirt. A couple of stray dollops landed on the tops of his mother's knees as she struggled to contain the pulsing jets with the towel. His guts began to melt away from him, like quicksilver running through his loins as he emptied himself of the molten seed and along with it, the pain and frustrations of the last three weeks. "Oh my goodness, Jason. What a lot you've got. Clever boy! Good boy!" "Ugghh! Oh sweet Jesus. Ugghh!" "Come on, get it all out. You'll feel better for it," said Mrs Jackson, squeezing the base of his spluttering dick, as if this would somehow eject every last drop. And with one final grunt, Jason flopped back against the bed-head as a mixed feeling of elation and shame engulfed him. It was a violent ejaculation, the most intense he had ever experienced. The air in the room smelled strongly of fresh semen, and body sweat. "Oh Mum, sorry! You must be disgusted with me. Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Jason covered his eyes with his hand. "Why?" "All the mess, the gooey muck, you know. I couldn't help it... I'm so sorry. You must feel sick seeing it all." "Stop saying sorry... and I don't feel sick. I'm pleased for you. You certainly blew, that's for sure. I hadn't bargained for Mount Etna. But you'll be all the better for it." "Mount what?" "Never mind, my handsome boy... never mind." Just relax while I clean up. Why don't you have a little sleep and get your strength back? You look dead beat." "I could sleep for a week, Mum. And guess what? "Mmm?" "That goddam awful pain in my guts seems to have gone, just like magic." "Well, Jason... in that case I do believe we've had a resounding success. Doctor Phillips was right in his diagnosis then, wasn't he?" Mrs Jackson mopped up as best she could. The little droplets of cum on her knees were already thinning to water and beginning to run down her shins. She wiped these also. She had a sudden urgent need for the bathroom, but not to pee. She flopped down on the toilet, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She moved her legs apart to facilitate the thing that for her was impossible to ignore a moment longer. She had caressed herself no more than a dozen times when the most intense orgasm ripped through her. She tried desperately to hold in the shriek of joy and release that threatened to escape from her, as she ended up, face down against the tops of her gleaming, brown thighs. Her fingers glistened with her wetness. She felt weak and spent, and as the tears sprang to her eyes, so her whole body began to shake. "Oh dear Father, please forgive me, for I have sinned terribly..." Somewhere in the distance, she thought she could hear a voice calling back to her: "Then go ahead and sin more... You must demonstrate the love for your son in the ways that are right for you. Smother him; shape him; consume him – he is yours to use and cosset in whatever measures you so desire. He is your son... your son...yours forever..." Had such a shattering orgasm left her in a state of feverish hallucination? It had certainly left its mark.
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Chapter Five Jason's Nightmare Saturday afternoon Mrs Jackson had popped out to do a little shopping. As usual the television had been left on for Jason. There was a cricket match on, but the pace was slow with the batting team holding out for a dull draw. He reflected on the previous evening, a strange mix of sweet-and-sour. Why had he been so awful to his mother, begrudging her a night out and then coming home late? She had been right, though. He had to admit that much. She did deserve a break, for the unremitting care she had given him since his motorcycle accident. Was he feeling sorry for himself because of his imprisonment, his uselessness and his utter wretchedness? Or was there another reason at the heart of his outburst? Was it possible that he was jealous that his lover had left him to go and enjoy herself with other men? Was he becoming possessive, and perhaps even obsessive about his mother? And then there was that incredible blow-job she had given him last night, amazingly his first ever. He began to wonder if it had really happened. Nothing had been said about the previous evening during the morning, and what ever hurtful things Jason had said, his mother appeared to have forgiven him. Her mood had been light and breezy. There even seemed to be an extra spring in her step. Jason dozed off long before stumps were drawn. Among the many fragmented dreams that accompanied his deep sleep that afternoon, there was one that stood out by way of its completeness and vividness. He dreamed he was back in hospital. He had been brought in because his abdominal pains were getting worse and giving grave cause for concern. The pretty nurse who had attended him after his accident was at his bedside again. She was the epitome of health and cleanliness in her freshly starched uniform and black pantyhose which were seamed down the backs of her legs. Her hands were sensitive, sanitised and efficient, preparing things in an orderly manner. He watched her move around the bed arranging various items that were to be used on him -- thermometer, a kidney bowl, urine bottle, bedpan, a catheter arrangement, and an enema kit. He tried to catch her eye, but she ignored him, preferring to remain aloof, detached and professional. She started preparing a wash bowl with flannel and towel on a chair. As she bent over to attend to this her skirt lifted showing the backs of her legs just above the knee. Jason's cock responded in the time-honoured tradition. "I thought you were going to take off my casts," he said. "Oh no... It will be weeks before we can consider that." She turned around and for the first time looked at him and smiled. Her eyes were big and brown in her petite, pale face. They were the kind that you could easily lose yourself in and looked like they might at any time devour you. Her name tag announced her as "SRN Sandra Wilkins." "I have to get you ready for the doctor's examination," she said. "I need to get you washed, but first I want you to pee for me." "I don't need to go right now." "Everyone can pee a little," she said, her eyes mocking him. "I need a sample of your urine. And then you will have to try and do a poo for me." Jason felt his face colouring. "Oh no, is that really necessary? I mean, what if I can't?" "No such word as can't, Mr Jackson." It seemed strange a young nurse, no older than him, should refer to him as "Mr". "The doctor will need to perform a rectal examination on you. It will therefore be necessary to evacuate your bowels beforehand." "What happens if I can't go... to poo... or even pee?" "Don't worry, Mr Jackson. We have ways of persuading you to provide us with what we want. But I'm sure we won't have to resort to extreme measures to get your kind cooperation. You're going to be a good boy for me and give me what I want, aren't you? It will be easier for you if you do." She began fiddling with the metal framework that the catheter device was attached to, turning little wheels, knobs and levers to adjust the stand to a convenient angle and height. The sight of the contraption, particularly the invasive looking flexible tube, seemed to threaten him with the idea that it could be used as a form of punishment as well as a medical aid if he didn't do as he was told. Is that what she meant by 'persuading'? If only he could provide a sample naturally. But now his body was as tight as a drum skin and would not give an inch. And a rectal examination..? What was that all about? Were they going to shove a camera up his arse or something..? So that the entire world and his dog could have a look..? The mere thought of this invasion of his most private part, made him clam up completely. There wouldn't be a laxative in the world that could relieve him. His abdominal pain was now acute. He couldn't bear the thought of the pretty nurse seeing all his bits and pieces and then watching him pee and poo. He would be completely humiliated, left without a shred of dignity. Jason was dressed in a white cotton gown of the type worn when a person is taken down to the operating theatre. He was lying on the bed, on top of the sheets. The nurse raised the gown to expose his genitals. Jason now sported a burgeoning and painful erection which pulled the skin of his scrotum taut around the balls, so that they were outlined like a pair of walnuts. He closed his eyes, and bit down hard on his lip, shamed by the betrayal of his cock's desire. Now she would know his true feelings for her. He wanted the floor to open up and devour him. He could feel the nurse's hands on it now, moving, fingering and manipulating him, attempting to get the wilful blood-filled beast into the bottle neck. "Oh dear... Mr Percy Penis is being a very naughty boy today. Come on, Mr Percy... you must do better than this." She flicked the bulbous purple head with her fingers about half-a-dozen times in an attempt to cool its ardour. But this only had the effect of making him cry out in pain and stiffening his cock even more. But somehow, using a bit of brute force and some KY jelly, Sandra managed to engage the swollen knob-end in the bottle neck. The bottle of course had to be held upside down to accommodate him, causing the young nurse to laugh out loud at the absurdity of the situation. "Come on, Mr Jackson, be a good, clever boy for me and give me some pee-pee. Do it for Sandra, won't you... please?" But Jason was locked solid by his erection. "I can't nurse, I just can't!" "If you don't, Sister will use the catheter on you." "No, please don't let her! I couldn't stand it." "Then pee for me now. This is your last chance. I'm going to count to ten, and if by then you have still denied me, I'll have to leave you to Sister. You won't like it - she can be quite heavy handed sometimes." But try as he may, Jason could not start the water flowing. "You are being extremely obstinate, so we shall see, shan't we? I know exactly how we will deal with this disobedience. In a moment I will call for Sister and she will not be so lenient with you. She will apply a much firmer hand and make you do as we ask." Sandra put the urine bottle aside and arranged the bedpan under Jason's bottom. "Now let's see how you are at number twos. Please don't disappoint me this time. I'm beginning to lose patience with you, young man!" But this proved futile too. Jason could produce nothing other than one loud fart which echoed around the ceiling and did little to relieve his inner tension. "I'm sorry, nurse, I didn't mean to..." "Well, if the best you can do is to embarrass us both with a rude noise... dear-oh-dear... it's an enema for you as well as the catheter, young man...that will sort you out good and proper. "Now, I have to take your temperature, and for that I will need your feet in the stirrups." And for the first time Jason noticed the contraption that was dangling from the ceiling -- a pair of shiny metal hoops were attached to thick white cords that ran over pulley wheels. Sandra cranked a handle that winched the stirrups down to bed level, secured Jason's feet in the hoops and wound them back up again. This had the effect of not only raising his legs, but drawing them apart too. Sandra continued to wind until Jason legs were well spread and his arse was raised off the bed. Then he watched Sandra wind the crank back again to lower him slightly, so that his main body weight was supported on the upper part of his buttocks, but the elevation of his pelvis was such that his arsehole remained accessible and convenient for inspection. Sandra sterilised the thermometer, shook it a couple of times, and said: "Open wide, Mr Jackson." And Jason responded by opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. "Not that way, silly!" And she proceeded to open the slitty mouth of Jason's cock with the thermometer by teasing the little pink slit with the mercury end. "Come on, open up for Sandra." "No! You can't. Ouch! You can't put it in there for God's sake!" "Oh can't I? Well, let's see shall we? Now just relax." And Sandra continued to prod, more insistently now, at the narrow opening to Jason's cock. She moved the tip in about half a centimetre, and worked it in a circular motion, gently but firmly persuading it to give way. "Aggh!" Jason's legs kicked in the stirrups, but his movement was restricted. "That really hurts." "Oh don't be such a cry baby!" Jason reached out with phantom arms to push the nurse away. But of course, that was impossible, his real arms stayed imprisoned by the casts. He could only watch helplessly at her dibbing his cock with the thermometer end. With each prod, so Jason's whole body jerked with the lances of pain. He tried to be brave. As she withdrew the thermometer she noticed a silver thread of something clinging to the tip as she brought it away. She knew exactly what this was. "In a moment the thermometer will slip in easily. You're oozing, which is just as well for you because I forgot to use the KY." Sandra entwined the string of pre-cum around the thermometer, and then dipped the tip into the seeping tiny red slit to scoop some more lubrication before repeating the action. "There we are... all nice and slippery and ready for penetration," she said, apparently now enjoying the young man's distress. She then very carefully inserted the thermometer to about two centimetres and paused, supporting it between her forefinger and thumb for a moment "Breathe deeply, Mr Jackson... just a little bit more to go and it will be all over and done with... before you know it." The strange thing was, once initial penetration had been achieved, it barely hurt at all, in fact it was a rather pleasant sensation having his penis penetrated by a foreign body and the nurse was able to slide the thermometer to about halfway in without any more fuss from Jason. At this point she left it sticking out like a flagpole from the tiny mouth of Jason's cock. "There, I'll leave you like that for a moment while I fetch Sister Roberts." Jason looked helplessly at his predicament, the thermometer projecting from his cock quite hideously. The nurse seemed to be gone some time. The funny thing was, each time Jason looked afresh at the thermometer, the less of it there seemed to be protruding. Or was he imagining it? Amazingly, he still had one hell of an erection, probably his best ever -- an absolute stonker! The feeling of being penetrated like this was far more pleasant than he would have thought, even stimulating. Now when he looked, it seemed there was only about one centimetre peeping out. Was it working its way into his body like it had a mind and a power of its own? He attempted to call out to the nurse, but no sound came. Fearing the worst, he tried to call out again. But it was as if he'd been struck dumb by some phantom force. And then suddenly, as if to answer his mute call, Sister Roberts, a big no-frills, muscular middle-aged lady with huge breasts barged through the double swing doors, followed by the sweet little nurse. "Now what's all this nonsense about not going to the toilet..?" The Sister stopped suddenly, looking puzzled. Sandra stumbled into the back of her. "I thought you said you were taking the patient's temperature, nurse?" "I am. Why..?" and then she too saw the cause of the sister's consternation. "Well, either the thermometer has fallen out somewhere, or got lost inside him. You should have stayed with the patient and kept your eye on him, Nurse Wilkins." And when Jason also saw the cause of the ladies' concern, he was mortified. "Where the hell's it gone?" "Don't panic, Mr Jackson. It's probably just slipped in under its own weight. It sometimes happens when a patient becomes aroused by the insertion and then secretes, thus allowing deeper than normal penetration. You must be very slick for that to happen. I'll retrieve it right away." The sister then stepped towards Jason and grasped his throbbing dick with her strong hands. She fumbled around under his shaft and located the slim glass tube nestling in Jason's urethra. It had slipped down a good way. "Can you get it out?" said Jason, looking really worried by now. "I should think so, but you must keep nice and hard for me. Try and relax the rest of your body at the same time." Jason tried his best to oblige, and prayed for a favourable outcome. By pressing her thumbs alternately behind the end of the thermometer, the sister managed to work the instrument back up the urethral duct and out of Jason's cock in less than thirty seconds. "There we are... all better. I'm bound to say... you have a magnificent prick, young man!" The thermometer came away with a big loop of pre-cum linking it to Jason's throbbing dick, glistening like a fine silver thread in the bright overhead arc-light. In fact the sensation of it coming back out nearly caused him to cum for real. He just managed to avert an embarrassing disaster by thinking of something else. It was a close call. He felt very on the edge. "My word, Mr Jackson. You appear to have rather enjoyed your little adventure." She broke the thread of secretion and put on her glasses to read the scale. "Just as I thought - this is one hot cock! Nurse Wilkins..? Prepare for catheterization and enema, please." Sandra sterilised both catheter and enema tube, and filled the enema bottle with warm soapy water. "Thank you, nurse. Now stand by to subdue the patient while I insert the catheter. Use the gas and air if it helps." Sandra stood by with the Entonox, covering Jason's mouth every time the catheter tube caused him discomfort during its inward journey. He would become agitated, writhing and squirming until Sandra calmed him with the 'gas-and-air'. "Breathe, Mr Jackson... Breathe!" "Now watch for the urine, nurse, said Sister, "as I think we're almost into the bladder. Just have to pop through the urethral sphincter and... yes... that's got it... here it comes, lovely deep yellow... Mmm, a strong concentrate. That will take some analysing. There we are... good! That's got it all... but I'll just leave it in place a moment while I perform the enema." And continuing her no-nonsense approach she lubricated the enema tube with KY and then greased Jason's arsehole. The clear plastic tube went smoothly and deeply into his rectum. She then filled him with the warm water and flushed out his bowels into the bedpan. "There we are, Mr Jackson... all done." Just then Jason's GP, Dr Phillips, appeared through the double doors of the ward. "Hello Doctor Phillips," said Sister Roberts. "Mr Jackson is nearly ready for you. "Remove catheter and enema please Nurse Wilkins." "How are you, Mr Jackson?" said the doctor. But Jason could still not speak. "Very well," said Dr Phillips. "I will perform rectal examination first. Prepare the gloves for me Nurse Wilkins." The nurse opened a new sealed pack of latex gloves, pre-powdered inside, and carefully slid them onto the doctor's hands. "Thank you nurse, and will you apply KY to my right hand, and also to the patient's posterior." The doctor pulled up a chair adjacent to Jason's bottom. "Can you shine a light on the patient's anus, please nurse?" Sandra fetched a small mag-light torch from the bedside cabinet and did so. "Mmm, very good... very good indeed. Nice and clean. Now, Sister if you watch from the other side... and nurse... if you sit next to me on my left, you can both see what's going on." The doctor began by inserting one finger into Jason's rectum and easing the muscular ring. Then he inserted another, and began making gentle, twisting movements, back and forth, to gradually stretch the sphincter. Then he pushed his two fingers in up to the top knuckle and out... and then in again. He worked his fingers up and down like a slow-moving piston until he felt the tense sphincter relax and become more receptive. "Now prepare to be amazed, Nurse Wilkins. Watch and learn." And the doctor proceeded to make his long sensitive fingers into one complete conical shape before inserting them slowly and steadily into the hole until his whole hand was submerged inside Jason's bottom. Then he twisted it and angled his fingers downward until he could feel the soft walnut shape of Jason's prostate. There were a lot of rude sounds of air escaping. Sandra's mouth fell open as she marvelled at the doctor's skill. How could a whole hand go into a bottom as easily as that? "Perfect, nothing wrong here. Now I'm going to massage the prostate gland. With a bit of luck, we should all be able to witness the beneficial effect that this has on the patient." Jason became aware of a very pleasant sensation indeed. It was as if he was being masturbated from the inside. His eyes began to roll and his body responded agreeably. "You see how he enjoys this. I am now stimulating him. In fact..." And here the doctor paused to put his left hand on Nurse Wilkins' knee. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "I could make him orgasm by anal stimulation alone, if I wanted to." "That's just incredible!" said Sandra, all agog. "Would you like to see the patient ejaculate, Nurse Wilkins... Mmm?" "I-" "Ahem," interrupted Sister Roberts. "Hadn't we better get on with what needs to be done? There's another patient I'm due to see in fifteen minutes" "Yes, you're probably right, Sister. Mr Jackson's back passage is A1 anyway. That was a most enjoyable exploration. But I think we still need a semen sample to be absolutely sure of the patient's overall condition and health." The doctor withdrew his hand from Jason's back passage with a wet sucking noise. He binned the gloves. "How are we to get that?" said the sister. "Obviously, Mr Jackson can't see to himself in his present condition." "One of us will have to do it for him," replied the doctor. "Needs must... needs must! We will draw lots." He indicated a box of straws on the bedside locker. "We'll use those... perfect!" "I'll make them different lengths," said Nurse Wilkins, helpfully. "And the one who draws the shortest straw gets to do it?" said Sister. "Or the longest," said the doctor. "That might be more appropriate." In the end it was decided that whoever drew the longest straw would be the person to do the deed. By some strange coincidence, the doctor was the one left with the longest. "Right, let's not waste any more time. Sister..? Grease Mr Jackson's penis for me. Nurse Wilkins..? You will stand by with the kidney bowl. I'll soon have the young chap spurting for us." Hearing all this going on about him, Jason could only lie in silence and await his fate. He tried to wriggle free, but without the use of his arms and his legs rendered useless by the stirrups, he was their prisoner and as a consequence - at their complete and utter mercy. He realised now that their intention all along had been to milk him for his sperm. They were not satisfied with thoroughly humiliating him, draining him of piss and shit. They now wanted his semen too! "We'll only send off a small sample," said the doctor. "The rest we can sell on the internet. A healthy young man of eighteen -- there'll be no shortage of prospective women buyers. We should get a decent price." The doctor began caressing Jason's cock, which by now had lost some of its sparkle under the cold light of discussion. But the doctor's practiced hands soon had it on parade again, much to Jason's shame. Nurse Wilkins stood by with a towel and kidney bowl and Sister Roberts wiped the beads of sweat that were beginning to form on Jason's brow. And soon the doctor's hand was working smoothly up and down the full slippery length of Jason's pride-and-joy, gradually increasing the tempo. "Go on, doctor... faster! Make him cum," said Sandra, the hard nipples of her pert breasts beginning to point through the fabric of her uniform. "Milk him dry, Doctor," said the sister, her voice suddenly becoming low and threatening. "Make him pay his dues. I've heard he's a mummy's boy and we know just how to treat mummy's boys, don't we?" "Come on doctor," said Nurse Wilkins, her dark brown eyes almost black with lust. "Make him fill the bowl for me!" Sister Roberts whispered in Jason's ear: "I bet you get Mummy to toss you off sometimes." Jason's body twisted in the agonies of shame. The doctor was going to make him cum, that was certain. He intended to disgrace him in front of the ladies. He could not escape. He wanted to cry out: "Mum, please don't let a man make me cum... I'll never live it down... please help me..." "I know what you are," whispered Sister Roberts. "You're a pathetic little man who wants to get back up the same hole that delivered him into the world. Go on, admit it... you're a motherfucker, aren't you Mr Roberts!" And then shouting: "DRAIN HIM DOCTOR, DON'T LEAVE ANY SPERM AT ALL FOR HIS MOTHER. WE MUST HAVE EVERY DROP!" "Help me, Mum..! Please..! Stop them doing this to me... Save me... save...me..." (...continued in Chapter Six -- Mothers, Sons and Lovers...)
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Chapter Four Blow Job for a Special Son When Mrs Jackson had finally composed herself, she straightened her clothing and got unsteadily to her feet on legs that didn't seem to belong to her. Her orgasm had left her physically and emotionally drained. She went back into Jason's room and found him dozing. He looked peaceful, almost serene. It was as if all the strain, all the tension of the past few weeks had been lifted from him. She watched him breathing, the light rattle of a gentle snore already in accompaniment. His ample chest rose and fell slowly with his steady, even breaths. Her eyes swivelled to his crotch. No sign of an erection now. She wondered when he would need relieving again with a mixed sense of apprehension and excited anticipation. Having done it once, surely the second time would be easier now that the initial fears of guilt and embarrassment had been negotiated. The only obstacle that seemed to remain now was the fear of enjoying it - the act of taking her son in hand - so much that she became hooked on it. But she couldn't deny that she was kind of looking forward to her next call to arms, even though it scared her a little. It would surely be better than before, without the awkward tension that existed the first time between mother and son. Perhaps the next time, or if things continued to progress well, she could even spice things up a little? With the prospect of more illicit fun on the horizon, there was also a downside that occurred to her. She began to view the eventual removal of Jason's arm-casts with a sense of trepidation. Once her son was restored to full health, she would no longer be needed for all the things that he was at the moment incapable of performing for himself -- the washing, the dressing, the feeding, the... And while it was the least she could do in performing these duties for him, she was being held prisoner as much as her son by his incapacitation. But having tasted the pleasures and sins of intimacy with her own flesh and blood, there remained one duty she would now be loath to relinquish. What if the next visit to outpatients resulted in the casts being removed? Normal service would then be resumed. There would no longer be a legitimate reason for continuing intimate relations with her son. She felt closer to him now than ever before and there was an extra bond developing that had little to do with maternal love. Mother and son had become intrinsically linked by an act of mercy, yet one that was nonetheless sexual in its application. Inducing one's own son to orgasm had an excitement and appeal about it that could not be obtained or equalled by normal sexual relations - that is, those outside of the family blood circle - and this was something that Mrs Jackson had become, perverse as it seemed, well aware of. It was Thursday. The next visit to outpatients was the coming Tuesday and the possibility of good news for Jason - if not his mother. Since his motorcycle accident, Carol had arranged to work only afternoons until her son could see to himself. In this way she was able to attend to Jason's morning needs and he would then be okay until she returned at around half-past-five. She had modified certain items of clothing for him, two or three pairs of jeans that had the front and back cut away to facilitate his toilet needs, and while these looked comically obscene, it was a necessity that couldn't be ignored. Of course, if it came to bottom-wiping, it was still a problem. Fortunately, he wasn't often caught short in the afternoon. He was regular as clockwork, and then at the times his mother was on hand to see to him - namely mornings. She felt reluctant to wake him from such a relaxed sleep, but it was necessary to get him up, washed and moving about. She knew he needed some sort of exercise and to take an interest in the things around him. She didn't want him to die of boredom sitting on the sofa all day. Once Mrs Jackson had seen to her son's needs and got him comfortable on the sofa, she kissed him on the forehead, ruffled his hair and left for work. In the days that followed, Carol Jackson masturbated her son for a second time on the Saturday morning, following his first pee of the day. It wasn't planned -- it just happened that way. For only the second time that week, Carol had found Jason in a state of repose. The release of semen two days previously had obviously gone some way to addressing and relieving the constant hard-ons Jason had been suffering the last few weeks. He had finished peeing, but instead of his mother tidying him up straight away, she held onto him, pulling on his limp dick gently until she felt it twitching, coming alive like a fledgling sparrow finding its wings for the first time. Jason had been quite content to allow this to happen, and without a word between them she brought him to a full erection before tossing him off vigorously to another superb climax. This resulted in Jason shooting his cum all over the low-level cistern and upturned toilet seat, the last watery dregs of which settled around her fingers. She could not resist putting them to her mouth and licking them clean of the warm, sticky, slightly soapy-tasting goo. It was not at all unpleasant. So agreeable was this discovery that she planned to capture all of Jason's sperm in a condom the very next time she gave him a wank and then when she was alone, empty the thing into her mouth and guzzle it all to see what it was like to swallow a decent whack of cum. This happened on Sunday evening while they were watching Midsomer Murders on the TV, seated together on the sofa. His mother had already changed into her nightclothes. To retain a degree of modesty and decency when in the presence of his mother, Jason would often sit with a tee-shirt or something draped over his private parts. But the sudden tenting of the men's handkerchief that this time protected his modesty caught Mrs Jackson's eye and without making an issue of it she reached over and began fondling her son through the cotton material. "Are you okay?" she said. "Will you do it for me, Mum? "If you like. Are you up for it then?" "Mum, I'm fucking aching for it. Can't you tell?" "All right, I'll do it here. But I'm going to use a condom on you this time." "Why? I thought you liked seeing the spunk fly?" "I do... but I don't want a mess on the furniture, it's not even paid for yet." She fetched her handbag, sat back down and rummaged around inside. She brought out a packet of three, took one out and split the foil with her teeth. She removed it from the foil, squeezed the air out of the teat, rolled it down over her son's swollen cock and smoothed out the creases. This was a new sensation. Carol loved the slick, tight feeling of the condom's gossamer skin around Jason's dick. And for him, his mother's hand felt wonderfully warm and sensual wrapped around the slick rubber sheath. There seemed something more risqu?perhaps even a little obscene about the introduction of a condom to their sex games. And this heightened the sexual tension and anticipation between them. She rubbed moisturiser into her hands and began playing with him. "How does it feel, lover boy?" "Great... absolutely fucking gorgeous, mother." "Brings a new feel to it, doesn't it?" "Yeah, and I thought it would spoil the fun. Like it would be like having a bath with my boots on." "But I can tell you love it, don't you? Now your mummy can watch all your lovely creamy cum collect in the end. What a thrill for her. Tell me, darling... if I wasn't your mum, would you find me attractive? I mean, if you'd never seen me before would you fancy me?" "How can I answer that?" "It's hypothetical. If you saw me walking down the street and you had never seen be before, would you like what you saw?" "Course!" "What..? Fancy me?" "Yeah, probably... Look, Mum, can you concentrate on what you're doing and stop playing twenty questions?" "Sorry, darling... I just wanted to know how you felt." "I love you, Mum... and I also think you're very sexy. So do a lot of my mates. Now please..." "You never let on before." "You've never asked. Oh, fucking Jesus, Mother... that is so good what you're doing now." Carol was using both her hands, squeezing the slippery rubber cock through her palms as if it was a bar of soap. "Come on, my lovely boy... spunk for Mummy... give me lots and lots of cream..." And even before Carol had completed her playfully goading sentence, Jason felt his insides tighten, like an arrow being drawn back in the bow, then the release and the loosening of the arrow. "Woo, woo, woo! Oh yes, Jay, look at that what a lovely load you're making." The familiar melting away from his guts seemed to last an eternity, as Carol watched the end of the condom filling with her son's hot spunk. "My God, Jay, you're ballooning the end." "Oh, Mother... you are something else." When it was finally over, Carol kissed her son's forehead, carefully removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and wiped his sopping prick. She left him to himself and went to the bathroom and sat down on the loo. She unravelled the condom from the tissue and studied the opaque, slimy, floppy tube. It was still warm and the bubbly contents swilled around inside as she tipped it end to end. She sniffed at the open end where an acrid mixture of ammonia and rubber greeted her nostrils. She began masturbating while continuing to inhale the potent aroma. She dipped the tip of her tongue in now and again as she became bolder and more excited by her frigging and soon the moment was upon her, threatening to fold her body in half. But she maintained her upright sitting attitude, tossed her head back and tipped the entire contents of the used condom into her mouth as her own liquid flowed between her legs and soaked her hand. She swilled the ejaculate around her mouth, savouring and acclimatising to the viscous soapy taste that dominated her taste buds. With one great gulp, accompanied by a shudder, she swallowed it all down, leaving a strange burning sensation at the back of her throat. On Wednesday the news that Jason's casts were to remain on for another week was greeted with mixed feelings. Jason was visibly deflated, but his mother reflected on at least one more week of illicit fun. On Friday night Carol went out with some friends from work. She had been invited along to a hen night by some friends from work. A workmate was getting married in a week's time. At first she wasn't sure about going, thinking that it was a little unfair on Jason to be left again after being alone all afternoon. But she had been talked into it by Jody and Karen and although Jason was a bit grumpy about her going, he reluctantly agreed that he'd be okay for a few more hours. It was quite a relief for Carol to get out with the girls and she made the most of it, having quite a lot to drink and having a nice long feel of the male stripper's enormous cock. When she got back home she was a little worse for wear, but happy and giggly. Unfortunately she found Jason in a bad mood and wallowing in self-pity. "What fucking time do call this?" he said. His face was like thunder. His mood was totally unexpected. She glanced at her watch, hoping to make light and diffuse the situation. "Well, my watch says a quarter past twelve. How about yours, Rambo?" There was a slight slur to her words which seemed to anger Jason even more. "And just what the fuck am I expected to do? I can't do nothing. I can't get undressed, make a drink, I can't piss and I got no fucking arms and you're out swanning it up all over the fucking place." Carol felt her good mood rapidly disappearing. "Hey, what's the matter with you? I'm not that late. Surely you don't begrudge me a night out. It's the first time I've been out socially in three weeks." "And that's supposed to make it all right, is it? That's supposed to make it all better?" "Look Jason, I have one bloody night out and you give me a hard time. All the things I've had to do for you, surely I'm entitled to some slack." "I'm pissed off with it all. I'm a fucking prisoner, I can't do anything! And you're out getting cocked by some bloke!" "I beg your pardon?" "You heard... You're a fucking slag. Look what you've done to me." "What are you talking about?" "You act like an old prossy, tossing me off. Look at the state I'm in. I don't know whether I'm coming or going. You've fucking ruined me. I'll never be the same again..." "You selfish pig, Jason. Do you only ever think about yourself?" "Me? Selfish? Come off it, Mum. I feel like crap and you're out enjoying yourself." "Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself..." And then Carol saw the tears running down her son's face. She went to him and put her arms around him. "Hey look... Come on, I'm sorry. I'm here now aren't I? I know you've been through a terrible time, but next week you'll be free again. You can start getting back to normal." She pressed her son's head against her breast. "I'm sorry if you thought I was out a bit late tonight." "I was just worried, Mum... that's all." "Worried? About me? That's very chivalrous of you." "Don't leave me like that again." "Shh, I'll make you a drink in a moment, and then I'll get you ready for bed." "Do it for me, Mum." "Sorry?" "You know... Give me one before bedtime. I'll go fucking mental if you don't." And Mrs Jackson kneeled between her son's legs and took the newspaper away that was covering his huge erection. His cock was indeed in need of urgent attention. She grasped it in both hands, began to caress it, and then thought what the hell. She looked at Jason who was looking right back at her. "I expect it's been a while since you last had a blow job, son? Not since you were going with Kim." "She never gave me a blow job, Mum. To be honest, incredible as it seems, I've never had one before." "Are you serious? I thought all young girls did it these days." "I've never met any." "You poor thing. Well... as a way of making things up to you. I'm going to give you a very special treat." And with that, Jason watched his mother take his cock into her mouth. He felt her velvet tongue sliding along the length of it and watched her head move against his groin. He couldn't quite believe it. He must be dreaming... his own mother sucking him off. He closed his eyes, and then opened them almost immediately to make sure it wasn't a dream. But it was real. Her head began to work and bob up and down on his prick. Occasionally, she would feed it into her mouth with her hands and once she made herself gag until she got the trajectory at a comfortable angle. Then the powerful sucking of a woman who knew what she was doing, taking the thick young cock all the way down, sliding her lips and tongue up and down the slippery shaft as if it was a lollipop. And then she was licking his balls, taking them into her mouth in turn, from one to the other, and finally both together. The feeling was exquisite and he could feel the sap rising. She rested from the sucking, getting her breath back, but continued to manipulate him with her slender hands. But soon she was on him again, this time giving it some meaning. Jason began to worry with his climax fast approaching, about coming in his mother's mouth. Should he warn her about coming, so that she would have time to get clear? Or should he just let it happen? "Oh, Mother... I'm going to cum... watch out... Ugghh..! Agghhh..." But her head stayed put, her mouth continuing to suck even as his stuff poured forth." "Mmm... slurp... suck..! Give it all up for Mummy, Jay. Your cum is so delicious. I want it all." Jason felt like his whole life was being sucked from his balls. He watched his mother's throat working to get the whole load down. He thought she'd never release him, but finally she came up for air, licking her lips for any errant drops of cum. Then she laid her head in his lap and drifted off to sleep. "I love you, Mum," he said, and soon he too had fallen asleep. (...continued in Chapter Five -- Jason's Nightmare...)
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Chapter Four Blow Job for a Special Son When Mrs Jackson had finally composed herself, she straightened her clothing and got unsteadily to her feet on legs that didn't seem to belong to her. Her orgasm had left her physically and emotionally drained. She went back into Jason's room and found him dozing. He looked peaceful, almost serene. It was as if all the strain, all the tension of the past few weeks had been lifted from him. She watched him breathing, the light rattle of a gentle snore already in accompaniment. His ample chest rose and fell slowly with his steady, even breaths. Her eyes swivelled to his crotch. No sign of an erection now. She wondered when he would need relieving again with a mixed sense of apprehension and excited anticipation. Having done it once, surely the second time would be easier now that the initial fears of guilt and embarrassment had been negotiated. The only obstacle that seemed to remain now was the fear of enjoying it - the act of taking her son in hand - so much that she became hooked on it. But she couldn't deny that she was kind of looking forward to her next call to arms, even though it scared her a little. It would surely be better than before, without the awkward tension that existed the first time between mother and son. Perhaps the next time, or if things continued to progress well, she could even spice things up a little? With the prospect of more illicit fun on the horizon, there was also a downside that occurred to her. She began to view the eventual removal of Jason's arm-casts with a sense of trepidation. Once her son was restored to full health, she would no longer be needed for all the things that he was at the moment incapable of performing for himself -- the washing, the dressing, the feeding, the... And while it was the least she could do in performing these duties for him, she was being held prisoner as much as her son by his incapacitation. But having tasted the pleasures and sins of intimacy with her own flesh and blood, there remained one duty she would now be loath to relinquish. What if the next visit to outpatients resulted in the casts being removed? Normal service would then be resumed. There would no longer be a legitimate reason for continuing intimate relations with her son. She felt closer to him now than ever before and there was an extra bond developing that had little to do with maternal love. Mother and son had become intrinsically linked by an act of mercy, yet one that was nonetheless sexual in its application. Inducing one's own son to orgasm had an excitement and appeal about it that could not be obtained or equalled by normal sexual relations - that is, those outside of the family blood circle - and this was something that Mrs Jackson had become, perverse as it seemed, well aware of. It was Thursday. The next visit to outpatients was the coming Tuesday and the possibility of good news for Jason - if not his mother. Since his motorcycle accident, Carol had arranged to work only afternoons until her son could see to himself. In this way she was able to attend to Jason's morning needs and he would then be okay until she returned at around half-past-five. She had modified certain items of clothing for him, two or three pairs of jeans that had the front and back cut away to facilitate his toilet needs, and while these looked comically obscene, it was a necessity that couldn't be ignored. Of course, if it came to bottom-wiping, it was still a problem. Fortunately, he wasn't often caught short in the afternoon. He was regular as clockwork, and then at the times his mother was on hand to see to him - namely mornings. She felt reluctant to wake him from such a relaxed sleep, but it was necessary to get him up, washed and moving about. She knew he needed some sort of exercise and to take an interest in the things around him. She didn't want him to die of boredom sitting on the sofa all day. Once Mrs Jackson had seen to her son's needs and got him comfortable on the sofa, she kissed him on the forehead, ruffled his hair and left for work. In the days that followed, Carol Jackson masturbated her son for a second time on the Saturday morning, following his first pee of the day. It wasn't planned -- it just happened that way. For only the second time that week, Carol had found Jason in a state of repose. The release of semen two days previously had obviously gone some way to addressing and relieving the constant hard-ons Jason had been suffering the last few weeks. He had finished peeing, but instead of his mother tidying him up straight away, she held onto him, pulling on his limp dick gently until she felt it twitching, coming alive like a fledgling sparrow finding its wings for the first time. Jason had been quite content to allow this to happen, and without a word between them she brought him to a full erection before tossing him off vigorously to another superb climax. This resulted in Jason shooting his cum all over the low-level cistern and upturned toilet seat, the last watery dregs of which settled around her fingers. She could not resist putting them to her mouth and licking them clean of the warm, sticky, slightly soapy-tasting goo. It was not at all unpleasant. So agreeable was this discovery that she planned to capture all of Jason's sperm in a condom the very next time she gave him a wank and then when she was alone, empty the thing into her mouth and guzzle it all to see what it was like to swallow a decent whack of cum. This happened on Sunday evening while they were watching Midsomer Murders on the TV, seated together on the sofa. His mother had already changed into her nightclothes. To retain a degree of modesty and decency when in the presence of his mother, Jason would often sit with a tee-shirt or something draped over his private parts. But the sudden tenting of the men's handkerchief that this time protected his modesty caught Mrs Jackson's eye and without making an issue of it she reached over and began fondling her son through the cotton material. "Are you okay?" she said. "Will you do it for me, Mum? "If you like. Are you up for it then?" "Mum, I'm fucking aching for it. Can't you tell?" "All right, I'll do it here. But I'm going to use a condom on you this time." "Why? I thought you liked seeing the spunk fly?" "I do... but I don't want a mess on the furniture, it's not even paid for yet." She fetched her handbag, sat back down and rummaged around inside. She brought out a packet of three, took one out and split the foil with her teeth. She removed it from the foil, squeezed the air out of the teat, rolled it down over her son's swollen cock and smoothed out the creases. This was a new sensation. Carol loved the slick, tight feeling of the condom's gossamer skin around Jason's dick. And for him, his mother's hand felt wonderfully warm and sensual wrapped around the slick rubber sheath. There seemed something more risqu?perhaps even a little obscene about the introduction of a condom to their sex games. And this heightened the sexual tension and anticipation between them. She rubbed moisturiser into her hands and began playing with him. "How does it feel, lover boy?" "Great... absolutely fucking gorgeous, mother." "Brings a new feel to it, doesn't it?" "Yeah, and I thought it would spoil the fun. Like it would be like having a bath with my boots on." "But I can tell you love it, don't you? Now your mummy can watch all your lovely creamy cum collect in the end. What a thrill for her. Tell me, darling... if I wasn't your mum, would you find me attractive? I mean, if you'd never seen me before would you fancy me?" "How can I answer that?" "It's hypothetical. If you saw me walking down the street and you had never seen be before, would you like what you saw?" "Course!" "What..? Fancy me?" "Yeah, probably... Look, Mum, can you concentrate on what you're doing and stop playing twenty questions?" "Sorry, darling... I just wanted to know how you felt." "I love you, Mum... and I also think you're very sexy. So do a lot of my mates. Now please..." "You never let on before." "You've never asked. Oh, fucking Jesus, Mother... that is so good what you're doing now." Carol was using both her hands, squeezing the slippery rubber cock through her palms as if it was a bar of soap. "Come on, my lovely boy... spunk for Mummy... give me lots and lots of cream..." And even before Carol had completed her playfully goading sentence, Jason felt his insides tighten, like an arrow being drawn back in the bow, then the release and the loosening of the arrow. "Woo, woo, woo! Oh yes, Jay, look at that what a lovely load you're making." The familiar melting away from his guts seemed to last an eternity, as Carol watched the end of the condom filling with her son's hot spunk. "My God, Jay, you're ballooning the end." "Oh, Mother... you are something else." When it was finally over, Carol kissed her son's forehead, carefully removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and wiped his sopping prick. She left him to himself and went to the bathroom and sat down on the loo. She unravelled the condom from the tissue and studied the opaque, slimy, floppy tube. It was still warm and the bubbly contents swilled around inside as she tipped it end to end. She sniffed at the open end where an acrid mixture of ammonia and rubber greeted her nostrils. She began masturbating while continuing to inhale the potent aroma. She dipped the tip of her tongue in now and again as she became bolder and more excited by her frigging and soon the moment was upon her, threatening to fold her body in half. But she maintained her upright sitting attitude, tossed her head back and tipped the entire contents of the used condom into her mouth as her own liquid flowed between her legs and soaked her hand. She swilled the ejaculate around her mouth, savouring and acclimatising to the viscous soapy taste that dominated her taste buds. With one great gulp, accompanied by a shudder, she swallowed it all down, leaving a strange burning sensation at the back of her throat. On Wednesday the news that Jason's casts were to remain on for another week was greeted with mixed feelings. Jason was visibly deflated, but his mother reflected on at least one more week of illicit fun. On Friday night Carol went out with some friends from work. She had been invited along to a hen night by some friends from work. A workmate was getting married in a week's time. At first she wasn't sure about going, thinking that it was a little unfair on Jason to be left again after being alone all afternoon. But she had been talked into it by Jody and Karen and although Jason was a bit grumpy about her going, he reluctantly agreed that he'd be okay for a few more hours. It was quite a relief for Carol to get out with the girls and she made the most of it, having quite a lot to drink and having a nice long feel of the male stripper's enormous cock. When she got back home she was a little worse for wear, but happy and giggly. Unfortunately she found Jason in a bad mood and wallowing in self-pity. "What fucking time do call this?" he said. His face was like thunder. His mood was totally unexpected. She glanced at her watch, hoping to make light and diffuse the situation. "Well, my watch says a quarter past twelve. How about yours, Rambo?" There was a slight slur to her words which seemed to anger Jason even more. "And just what the fuck am I expected to do? I can't do nothing. I can't get undressed, make a drink, I can't piss and I got no fucking arms and you're out swanning it up all over the fucking place." Carol felt her good mood rapidly disappearing. "Hey, what's the matter with you? I'm not that late. Surely you don't begrudge me a night out. It's the first time I've been out socially in three weeks." "And that's supposed to make it all right, is it? That's supposed to make it all better?" "Look Jason, I have one bloody night out and you give me a hard time. All the things I've had to do for you, surely I'm entitled to some slack." "I'm pissed off with it all. I'm a fucking prisoner, I can't do anything! And you're out getting cocked by some bloke!" "I beg your pardon?" "You heard... You're a fucking slag. Look what you've done to me." "What are you talking about?" "You act like an old prossy, tossing me off. Look at the state I'm in. I don't know whether I'm coming or going. You've fucking ruined me. I'll never be the same again..." "You selfish pig, Jason. Do you only ever think about yourself?" "Me? Selfish? Come off it, Mum. I feel like crap and you're out enjoying yourself." "Oh stop feeling sorry for yourself..." And then Carol saw the tears running down her son's face. She went to him and put her arms around him. "Hey look... Come on, I'm sorry. I'm here now aren't I? I know you've been through a terrible time, but next week you'll be free again. You can start getting back to normal." She pressed her son's head against her breast. "I'm sorry if you thought I was out a bit late tonight." "I was just worried, Mum... that's all." "Worried? About me? That's very chivalrous of you." "Don't leave me like that again." "Shh, I'll make you a drink in a moment, and then I'll get you ready for bed." "Do it for me, Mum." "Sorry?" "You know... Give me one before bedtime. I'll go fucking mental if you don't." And Mrs Jackson kneeled between her son's legs and took the newspaper away that was covering his huge erection. His cock was indeed in need of urgent attention. She grasped it in both hands, began to caress it, and then thought what the hell. She looked at Jason who was looking right back at her. "I expect it's been a while since you last had a blow job, son? Not since you were going with Kim." "She never gave me a blow job, Mum. To be honest, incredible as it seems, I've never had one before." "Are you serious? I thought all young girls did it these days." "I've never met any." "You poor thing. Well... as a way of making things up to you. I'm going to give you a very special treat." And with that, Jason watched his mother take his cock into her mouth. He felt her velvet tongue sliding along the length of it and watched her head move against his groin. He couldn't quite believe it. He must be dreaming... his own mother sucking him off. He closed his eyes, and then opened them almost immediately to make sure it wasn't a dream. But it was real. Her head began to work and bob up and down on his prick. Occasionally, she would feed it into her mouth with her hands and once she made herself gag until she got the trajectory at a comfortable angle. Then the powerful sucking of a woman who knew what she was doing, taking the thick young cock all the way down, sliding her lips and tongue up and down the slippery shaft as if it was a lollipop. And then she was licking his balls, taking them into her mouth in turn, from one to the other, and finally both together. The feeling was exquisite and he could feel the sap rising. She rested from the sucking, getting her breath back, but continued to manipulate him with her slender hands. But soon she was on him again, this time giving it some meaning. Jason began to worry with his climax fast approaching, about coming in his mother's mouth. Should he warn her about coming, so that she would have time to get clear? Or should he just let it happen? "Oh, Mother... I'm going to cum... watch out... Ugghh..! Agghhh..." But her head stayed put, her mouth continuing to suck even as his stuff poured forth." "Mmm... slurp... suck..! Give it all up for Mummy, Jay. Your cum is so delicious. I want it all." Jason felt like his whole life was being sucked from his balls. He watched his mother's throat working to get the whole load down. He thought she'd never release him, but finally she came up for air, licking her lips for any errant drops of cum. Then she laid her head in his lap and drifted off to sleep. "I love you, Mum," he said, and soon he too had fallen asleep. (...continued in Chapter Five -- Jason's Nightmare...)
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CHAPTER SIX I didn't feel like going upstairs to wash, so I grabbed a few 'wet & wipe' tissues from a tub we kept in the kitchen, and gave my now limp cock a good clean and wipe over, especially around the tip as I pulled back the foreskin a little. It felt exciting to be naked like this in our kitchen, mom having just wanked me off in here. Then, still in the nude, I walked out of the kitchen, along the hallway, and into our downstairs cloakroom, and flushed the wet tissues I had used to clean myself down the toilet. As I washed my hands in the basin, I gave myself a look over in the mirror above it. I almost had a glow about me. All this 'sexual activity', seemed to be a having a real positive effect on me. Then, I walked back into the kitchen and pulled my boxer shorts on, followed by my house gown, and finally sat down at the kitchen table, waiting for mom to come down. I started to wonder what she would wear for me. It was still rather amazing that she had said she would be giving me 'constant visual stimulation' over the rest of the weekend, whatever that meant. I could not imagine that she would be wearing sexy underwear for me all weekend, but the way things were going, I guess anything was possible! I hadn't yet even seen her in anything more than her regular old fashioned bra and panties, so the idea that she had gone to some lingerie shops especially to buy sexy stuff for me, to turn me on, was still pretty far out! But, hey, I wasn't going to complain. It would be like a fantasy come true! As I thought over this, my dick stirred a bit, and I wondered just how much I could really cum. So far it had been four times a day, but I hadn't really pushed myself. But I guessed mom was right, it may well be useful to see where my limit was, and to provide as much information to Dr Taylor as possible about the extent of my seemingly incredulous cum production! I also wondered just how far mom would let me go in terms of touching her, and perhaps more. But before I could think about this any more, I heard her start to come down the stairs, and I braced myself for whatever stirring sight might befall me as she came into the kitchen. You could not see directly into our hall from the kitchen table where I sat, so it was only as she came around the corner that I saw her. My jaw dropped. Without looking at me, she just walked casually in and went over to the kitchen sink and started doing some washing up, with her back to me. I just looked and stared, open mouthed, almost in amazement. Before I tell you what she was wearing, just a short aside. You have to remember that up to now in my life, mom had always been rather 'prudish' in her clothing, being very straight laced and wearing long skirts and tops that would cover most of her body her well, although of course nothing could hide the size of her large boobs. Whatever she wore, it was normally very ladylike and conservative, with a big 'C'. And although she still had a reasonable figure and curves, she would always wear clothes that would never accentuate her largish, but still shapely ass. But now as I looked at her in our kitchen just a few feet away from me, it was a sight to behold for any big butt and full figured woman loving, red-blooded male! She was wearing light grey shorts and a low cut, pink blouse, and heels that were as high as I'd ever seen her wear, so that her legs and ass looked really sexy. I hadn't seen her in shorts for many years, but these were no ordinary shorts. They seemed to be made of soft, jersey like fabric that clung to her skin and moulded to every curve. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut them so that about one third of the lower part of her ass cheeks were showing! Fuck! Her shorts weren't quite 'hot pants', but if you can imagine a mature voluptuous lady with a curvy figure and a largish butt in figure hugging shorts, that exposed about a third of her ass cheeks, that's what she was wearing! And they clung tightly into her butt crack, just to make it look even sexier! Fuck me! "I know you have a thing for my bottom, Jacob," she said finally in a firm tone, and still with her back towards me, "So I've decided to wear things that will help to arouse you when you look at it." I gulped. "It...er...really...er...looks great mom," I said, hesitatingly, feeling my dick move in my boxer's, and not really sure what to say to her. "Good," said mom, and finally turned around. Then I saw her front properly. She must have taken out one of her very old tops, which had string like shoulder straps, leaving exposed her upper shoulders. Not only that, but it looked like she had cut the fabric around the area which would normally have covered her boobs, so that there was a huge amount of cleavage showing! I could clearly see the shape of them, as they hung under her top. As I looked closer, I could make out her thick nipples protruding through the pink fabric. It looked like she wasn't wearing any bra! Then my eyes wandered down to her crotch area. Jesus! The soft material of her shorts was so tightly pulled into her crotch that I could see the slight indent of her pussy line. My dick jerked up more in response. Then, she looked at me hard in the eyes and said, "Oh, and by the way, I'm not wearing any bra or panties under these, in case you don't notice." Fuck me! My mouth started watering, and my dick stirred in my boxer's again! Then, before I could reply, she turned around and said, "Now Jacob, as it's almost 6.00pm, I'm going to start getting dinner ready. Just sit and watch me, and when you feel aroused enough to...you know...cum,....let me know, and we'll get another sample." "Er,.. ok mom," I said. My dick was already moving like a snake under my gown, but it wasn't quite semi-hard yet. I didn't think it would be long though. Mom walked over to the fridge, opened the large door and bent down to pick something up from the lower shelves. Fuck! Her ass was poking out back towards me, the soft fabric of her shorts stretching and pulling even tighter into and between her butt cheeks, so that her ass looked even hotter, if that could be possible, in those shorts! "And while I get things ready," she said, standing up again and walking back to the worktop with some salad making stuff, "I want to ask you some questions which might help me to know just how best I can stimulate you, and it may also help to arouse you just by talking about it." I swallowed again. Mom stood with her back to me, her ass cheeks partly showing in her 'hot pants', and started cutting up some lettuce and tomatoes. As she did so, she said, "Tell me Jacob, I know you like my bottom, but I'd like to know just what you like about it." Mom spoke almost like she was teasing me and I blushed. "Well..er...," I started. "Tell me honestly," she said. "Don't be shy." "Well...er...I like the...er...fullness and roundness of it mom," I said, a bit timidly. "Go on," she said. Felling encouraged, I continued, "I've...er ...always liked largish asses' mom." "And why is that Jacob?" quizzed mom. "I always thought men liked smaller, pert and firm, toned bottoms." Feeling more a bit more confident, I said, "Well, they look nice in photos, but...er...I don't think you can...er...you know...get a nice deep handful of butt cheek with those." Mom burst out into a little laugh. "Oh, I see," she said. "And there I was I at my age thinking my butt was too big and unattractive." I relaxed a bit at mom's laugh and began to feel more conversational. "Well, if it's too big and with lots of fat and cellulite it wouldn't be very attractive to me, but your ass is just right mom, not too big and not too small, and it's also still quite shapely and firm in places. It does sag a little bit, but that makes it even nicer for me, as I ...er...sort of like to see the flesh there jiggle and wobble as you walk, and I don't think you get that effect so much with firm, toned ones." "Goodness me" said mom, "You do have a lot to say about backsides, and mine in particular!" She still had her back to me and was now mixing the salad in a large bowl and adding seasoning and dressing. "You do still have quite nice curves, mom," I continued, feeling even more relaxed as we spoke, and like I wanted to tell mom how good looking I thought she still was. "And that's why I've said to you so many times about going out and meeting someone. I know you've been put off a lot with your experience with dad, but I'm sure plenty of single guys around your age would like to meet and date you. You never know, you might meet someone really nice." Mom became silent and as she finished mixing the salad. She turned around and then walked over to the kitchen table, still holding the salad bowl, her bra-less tits sexily wobbling in her low cut top. She put the bowl on the table, bending forward towards me slightly so that I got an even better view of her cleavage. "Thanks, Jacob," she said breaking into a smile. "That's nice of you to say so. I might take up your advice, as it's good to hear your opinion on how I look. But for now, we must concentrate on your little problem." She looked at me in hard the eyes for a moment, and then said, "Do you like the way my boobs look in my blouse?" I swallowed again, and my dick now jerked up hard in my boxer's as I looked down into mom's cleavage right in front of her, and could see her large tits hanging freely under her top, as she had no bra on. I blushed again, looking at her boobs, and said a little uncomfortably, "Er...yea mom,...er...they look really g...good." "Do they look sexy?" she said, still holding her bent forward pose. "Y..yep...they sure do mom," I replied, feeling an overwhelming desire to grab them, but controlling myself. "Good," she said and stood up straight again and walked back to the worktop next to the cooker. I watched her ass cheeks wobble and swing from side to side in her tight shorts. My dick became a bit harder, but I knew I was not quite ready to cum. "Do you like boobs too, then?" said mom quizzingly again. "Yea...sure I do mom," I replied. "But not as much as bottoms," she retorted. "Well...I like both," I said blushing a little again. "Especially when boobs are large and...well...a bit floppy and jiggly, like yours mom," I added, to reassure her and truthfully too. "So that's why you find my body so arousing is it?" said mom, still with her back to me whilst she put some pasta into a pan to boil up. "Well...er...I like women with...er...full curves," I said. "You mean voluptuous," said mom. "Yea, I guess so," I replied. "I see," said mom. "Well it's a good thing I look the way I do then isn't it Jacob, otherwise I might have had difficulty helping you to cum as Dr Taylor suggested?" "Maybe," I said, not quite knowing what to say to that. There was silence for a minute or two. "Are you feeling aroused yet Jacob?" said mom, finally breaking it. She was now mixing up some pasta sauce and meatballs, still with her back to me. "Yes, I am," I replied. "I'm hard." "Well, why didn't you say?" said mom, turning around and looking at me. "I didn't feel I was quite ready until now," I replied. "Ok, just wait a minute or two while I get everything ready to go on simmer to cook. We'll have about half an hour then before it's all ready, so we'll have time to squeeze in another session before we eat." My dick jerked up again in my boxer's and tented up my gown as she spoke. Mom carried on adding ingredients and mixing the saucepans as she stood with her back to me, facing the cooker. Then, after a few minutes, she turned around and said, "Ok, that's done. Follow me upstairs." And with that, she grabbed the semen beaker from the windowsill near her, and started walking out of the kitchen. I got up and followed her, my eyes locked on her ass as she walked. As I walked behind her up the stairs, I almost started salivating, watching her ass cheeks, which were almost level with my face as she took each step. It looked almost liked she was swinging her hips even more than normal as she walked up, just to give me some extra stimulation! Fuck! Reaching the top of the stairs, she walked into my bedroom, and I followed. "I think perhaps we should do things a bit differently now," she said, as we reached the side of the bed and stood next to it. "Rather than have you lying on the bed whilst I wank you off, it may give you more stimulation if we added some variety." "Er...ok," I said. The tent in my gown was now clearly showing. Mom looked at it and said, "Well, take your gown and boxer's off and lets, see that nice hard cock of yours again." Fuck! Mom talking like that was turning me on even more. She sat down on the bed facing me to watch me undress. I took off my gown and threw it on the far corner of my bed. My hard-on popped out through the front of my boxer shorts as I did so. I pulled them down, and chucked them into the same corner as my gown. Now, I stood naked in front of mom, with my proud, full hard-on pointing up at her. "I think perhaps we should start with some breast stimulation," she said, and started to take off her top, pulling it over her head. Mom's gorgeous boobs came into full view. She held them for me, for a moment, pointing them in my direction. She'd never done that before, and it made my hard –on jerk up at her. "Come and play with these lovelies," she said invitingly. I couldn't believe how eager to please mom seemed to have become. "Give them a suck, Jacob." I knelt down in front of her, and like I had done in our session in the afternoon, I gave each one a good suck and lick, paying close attention to each nipple, and caressing and cupping each boob generously, and feeling the wonderful soft flesh of each. This time, mom let me carry on much longer than before. My prick was rampant as I did this, kneeling in front of her. Then, after letting me do this for what seemed like ages, I was beginning to think mom would now let me fuck her boobs again, like last time, but she surprised me by saying, "Now, Jacob, as you've been so nice to me about my bottom, I'm going to give you a special treat. I'm going to get up and you may give it a feel and a kiss through the material of my shorts." "Fuck! This was the first time she was letting me kiss her wonderful ass! Mom stood up, her tits swaying freely and sexily as she did so, turned around so her back was to me and then spread her legs a little and bent over so that her hands were resting on the mattress, with her arms straight for support, and offered me her glorious backside. Fucking hell! Her pose was really enticing and arousing, and all I could do was just drop to my knees again, so that my face was level with her buttocks, and I just slobbered, kissed and licked the lower part of her ass cheeks that were exposed, like I was some wild crazed animal. Fuck! "Easy now," said mom, realising I was all over her buttocks like something possessed. "You'll have plenty of chance to do this later too." Man, hearing her talk like that, rather than calming me down, just caused my prick to rage up even further. After a moment, I eased up on the way I was kissing the visible uncovered part of her ass, and then started to feel each butt cheek where it was still covered by her tight shorts, and kissed them through the material. Then, looking more closely at the area where her butt crack was, which now had the fabric of her shorts caught, and tightly stretched in it, creating a sort of 'canal', I realised I could see the indentation of her pussy crack, as the soft, thin fabric was so tight against it. Fuck! I desperately wanted to kiss her there through the material of her shorts, so I started to kiss all around the outside of her butt crack first and then just let the tip of my tongue gently and lightly touch the fabric that was stretched tightly in her butt crack. Mom did not say anything to object as I did so. I did this a few more times at intervals as I was kissing and feeling up her glorious full ass cheeks through her shorts. Although I was fully hard now, with my dick raging, I sensed that I was still not quite ready to cum. It was now becoming apparent that it was taking me a bit longer to feel like I could cum. I think mom, must have also noticed this because she said, "Aren't you ready to cum yet?" "No, mom," I replied, "Not just yet." "That's interesting to know," she replied still bent over and posing for me. "Well, maybe some more stimulation is in order. Why don't you slap my butt cheeks with your dick honey? You know, like you did in the bathroom." That sounded good to me, so I stood up and grabbed by hard-on with my right hand. Mom was still bent over in the same pose, and now she started wriggling her ass at me a little, shaking it from side to side, as if to taunt me with it. I started slapping her cheeks hard with my prick, over the exposed lower flesh and then on the covered part of her ass, over the fabric of her tight shorts. Then looking at the crack of her ass again, where the material was tightly stretched so as to form a valley, I just couldn't help rubbing my cock head along it. It went over her pussy slit, pushing the stretched material there in a little way. Mom gasped a little, but again did not object. Feeling encouraged, I did this a couple more times, and on the last of these, I let my cock head linger over the soft, taught fabric that was right over her cunt, and pushed in a bit more. But because of the tightness of the fabric over it, there was no way I could actually enter her pussy. Again, whilst I did this, mom gasped a little, but did not say anything or object. Well, that was it. Doing that, and the incredible sight of her ass as she posed for me, caused the cum rise in my balls, and I shouted out to her, "Ok mom, I'm ready." She grabbed the semen beaker, which she had put on the bed next to my pillows and turned around quickly and sat on the bed, her tits flopping and jiggling as she did so. She grabbed my cock, pointed the tip into the beaker and started stroking me firmly. "Uhh...Uhhh...Uhhhhhhhhhhh....," I grunted out loudly, as I came. "Yes, baby, cum for mommy," she said encouragingly. Hearing her say that, just seemed to extend the length of my cum waves, and I carried on spurting, and mom kept on pulling on me, until the pulsations became less and less, until I finally stopped and became limp. Following her usual pattern, mom wiped the ends of her fingers which had caught some of my cum into the beaker, so as to collect every last drop. Finally, she held up the beaker up again and said, "Honey, I think I detect a little less spunk than normal. Maybe I'm starting to dry you up a little?" I had sat down on the bed next to her to recover, and looked over at the beaker. Normally my cum would be up to the lines at least one third of the way up the sides, if not more, but this was one mark below that. "Maybe," I replied. "That was my fourth time today, and we normally stop at this point. Perhaps you need to stimulate me more the rest of the evening to get me going enough, and ready to cum, to see if I do actually run out." "Well, I don't think that will be a problem," mom replied, looking at me with a slight smile on her face. "After dinner, I'm going to put on some of that lingerie I bought today, and I don't think you'll be disappointed." I blushed deeply. Although I was getting used to what we were doing, mom seemed to be taking things to a new level each time, and I still had a tinge of embarrassment about the whole thing. "Er..thanks, mom," I said gratefully, "To be honest...er...I sort of, can't wait." Mom slapped me on the cheek playfully, smiling, and said, "Ok, come on, clean yourself up and come downstairs. I'm just going to note down this measurement and then go and put dinner on the plates. See you in a few minutes." And with that she got up, picked up her top, and walked out of my room, her tits swaying sexily in front of her as she did so. I looked at her ass again as she swung her hips, watching it move from side to side in her tight shorts and a twinge of excitement ran through me. This was not just because she was going to dress in sexy lingerie for me in our next session, but also because I remembered that I had touched her pussy slit through the material of her shorts with the tip of my cock, and she had not objected! Fuck me! Maybe I could go all the way! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER SEVEN I decided to have a quick shower, put on a fresh pair of boxer's under my gown, and then went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, still wearing her tight shorts and low cut top. She served up the plates and we both took them into our dining room. Mom had already set the table. I was surprised to see a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses there. Mom normally only drank alcohol on special occasions or social events and had rarely allowed me to drink at home, although I did drink if I went out with friends. "Wine?" I said questioningly, as we sat down. "It will help to relax you," said mom, without looking at me. "Just think of it as part of the medicinal process of helping you to cum. A glass or two is fine," she added. "And it will help to relax me too. There are two people involved in this after all Jacob, you should not forget that." I became silent for a moment, thinking about what she had just said, as we ate. I took a sip of the wine. It was good, and immediately had a relaxing effect on me. My eyes wandered to mom's cleavage, which was clearly showing. I felt I should say something about her last remark. "I really do appreciate all your help, mom," I said. "Thank you for saying so Jacob, but I'm sure most mothers try to help their son's as much as they can." "I know, but...er....you're really helping so much...in er...you know,...stimulating me." "What has to be done, has to be done," mom replied. "But, one thing Jacob, although I didn't say anything at the time, you did try to rub yourself on my pussy through my shorts earlier. Remember, you may never penetrate me." I felt a rush of disappointment go through me. "But," continued mom, "We can do other things." My cock stirred. "Er, like what mom?" I asked, questioningly. "Well, you say, and I'll tell you if we can. But not just now. Let's finish eating and talk about something else." We carried on our meal and talked about usual day-to-day things. As I drank more of the wine I became more and more relaxed, and I thought mom did too. When we finished I'd only had the one glass and mom the same. She said, "We'll have some more wine later if you like. I feel like a bit of a rest now. I'm going up to my room, but I'll call you when I'm ready. Tell me, what colour underwear do you like?" I blushed. "Well...er,... I've never been asked that question before, mom, but I guess if you ask me what I used to like to look at in magazines, it would be black. But I like other colours too." "I'm glad you said black," replied mom, "As most of the lingerie I bought was that colour. I'll let you know when I'm ready. Your turn for clearing up after dinner and the washing up I think!" And with that, she got up and walked out of the room, leaving me sitting alone at the dining table. I still couldn't keep my eyes off mom's glorious full ass cheeks in her shorts as she walked out. I sat for a moment trying to take it all in. This all still felt a bit like a dream. I cleared things up, tidied and washed the dishes in the kitchen, and then decided to chill out in the living room, by listening to some music. Recently, I'd got into jazz type stuff, so I stuck on a Norah Jones CD, and laid back on the 3 seater sofa with my legs up, eyes closed, listening to her wonderful tones. --------------------------- I managed to get to the end of the CD and was about to put another on, when I heard mom call down to me. "I'm coming down Jacob. Take the wine and two glasses into the living room. We'll have our next session there. Oh, and draw the curtains, please." I did as she asked, getting the wine bottle and glasses from the kitchen, and placing them on our glass coffee table which was in front of the 3 seater sofa. Then, I pulled the curtains closed. It might help you to know the layout of our living room. It was quite good sized, about 18 feet wide by 25 feet in length, with a plush light beige carpet, 3 piece cream coloured sofa, comprising two large single sofa chairs and one extra large 3 seater, a fire place in the centre of the wall than ran the length of the room, and a white rug in front of it. We also had some bits of furniture like a hi-fi cabinet, bookcases, various lampshades and the glass coffee table I had put the wine bottle on. No TV of course, as mom only let me have that in my room. We had bay windows at one end of the room and wide glass patio doors at the other, leading to the garden. It was all quite spacious and open plan. I had drawn the curtains at both the windows and the patio doors, just in case we had any nosy neighbours, although luckily we were not very overlooked at the garden side. I poured some wine into both glasses, sat down on one of the single sofa chairs, which was positioned in part of the room from where you could see the door as someone came in, as well as the entire length of the room towards the patio doors, and waited. After a couple of minutes, I heard mom coming down the stairs. My heart was beating fast. Finally, mom came in, and walked straight to the centre of the room and stood on the rug in front of the fireplace, holding the semen beaker in one hand. Fuck, what a sight! I had only ever seen photos or movies of women wearing what she had on, and to see it in real life, and that it was my mom, was incredible, and my dick immediately responded. She was wearing a black, full cup lace fabric bra, a black thong, hold up stockings with lace trims and black stiletto heels. Fuck me! My jaw just dropped at the sight, and my eyes were almost popping out of my head. As I sat speechless, with my prick now semi hard, mom seeing my reaction, did a twirl and showed me her back and ass. Her thong was thin and tight into her ass crack at the back -- virtually all of her wonderful, full, fleshy white ass cheeks were showing! Finally, I just couldn't hold myself back and said, "Mom, you...you look really...h...hot!" She turned back around to face me and said, placing one hand on her hip and striking a sexy pose, "Well that's the whole point, isn't it dear?" I gulped. "How's your cock doing?" she asked, in a matter of fact way. "Er...I'm getting hard mom, but I'd just like to just watch you for a bit if that's ok. You just look so fabulous." "Tell you what," she said, bending down and taking a sip from the wine glass. "I'm going to walk for a while in front of you up and down the room, so you can have a better appreciation of how I look, and that should help to stimulate you more too." And with that, mom turned and still directly in line with the way I was looking straight at her, walked sexily away from me, towards the patio doors, going about ten paces or so, almost like a catwalk model. Fuck! The sight of her sexy ass swinging in her thong, and the way the stockings made her legs look was incredibly hot. I had never realised how much in 'real life', as opposed to magazines or videos, a woman could look so good in sexy underwear, and be so arousing! Reaching the patio door, mom turned and then started walking back towards me, still swinging her hips as she went, and now letting me get a good look at her from the front. Her tits, although well covered in the bra, still swung a bit die to their size. Wow! What a sight! When she got to about two feet in front of my chair, which was the closest to me so far, she smiled, turned again and before walking away from me again bent forward slightly, showing me her full ass cheeks in all their glory. Fuck! That was it! I didn't want to wait for her to do her walk again. My dick was straining in my boxer's, and before mom could walk away from me again. I said, "I'm ready mom," and stood up, almost throwing my gown off me and yanked my boxer shorts down. Mom turned to see me standing naked in front of her, my hard-on fully erect and ready for action. "Are you ready already?" said mom. "Well..er..mom...you look so hot. I don't think I'm quite ready to cum yet, but maybe some more stimulation would be good. Can I touch your ass?" "Yes, you may," she replied, "But let me get into a more comfortable position." She walked over to the back of the other single sofa chair so she faced the rear of it, and placed her hands on the top of the back of the chair for support. Then she bent forward slightly, and said, "Now, you may touch and kiss it." I followed her and knelt down so that my face was directly in line with mom's butt cheeks. Fuck! What a sight in her black thong! I kissed each cheek in turn. Mom smelled fresh and fragrant. She must have showered for me before coming down. I played with each buttock, squeezing each fully and deeply, intermingled with kissing and licking her flesh there. Then, I ran my tongue a little way into her butt crack, but because of the material of the thong, I could neither see nor touch with my tongue, her asshole or pussy. My hard on was raging now. "Can I slap your ass with my cock again mom?" "You may, but not in my butt crack." Mom bent over slightly more, as if to position her ass better for me, for what I wanted to do. Her ass looked so good! All I really wanted to do was pull her thong to one side and ram my hard dick into her sweet pussy, but that was completely off limits of course. I grabbed my hard on with my right hand and smacked her fleshy ass cheeks with it several times. My precum was leaking out, and I rubbed the tip of my prick onto mom's ass flesh, so that it went on her skin there. Fuck, that felt so good! Although my precum was visible, for some reason, I still did not feel quite ready to cum proper. As this would be my fifth time of the day, it might take longer, I thought. "I'm really hard mom, but I don't feel I can cum just yet. I think I need more stimulation," I said. Mom turned around to face me and stroked my hard on a few times. Her hand on it felt exquisite. "Well, maybe I should take my bra off," she said, and with that she put her hand behind her and unclasped it. Mom's glorious, large boobs came into full view. She then knelt down in front of me, her back against the sofa chair for support and said, "Try fucking my tits, that might do it." Fuck! Hearing her talk like that was a real turn on! Mom held up her tits for me, so that I could rub my cock between them. I grabbed my prick with my right hand again and started rubbing it between the beautiful milky flesh of her ample boobs. As she held them from me, her nipples pointed outwards and I could see they were erect and hard. For a moment, I rubbed my piss slit against each nipple in turn, and then went back to fucking her gorgeous mounds "Yes, Jacob, fuck, my boobies." Fuck! Her words were such a turn on. I continued fucking mom's glorious tits as she held them tight over my prick, so they squeezed my shaft as it slid between the flesh there towards her chin. I still didn't feel like I was going cum, though. "Almost mom," I said, "But not quite there yet." Then she said, "Stop, and we'll try something else." My hard on was still raging, but I stopped fucking her boobs. Mom stood up and walked to the other side of the single sofa chair, picked up the semen beaker, which had been on the coffee table, and sat down. I followed her and then stood with my hard on in front of her so it was level with her face, as she sat. "Jacob, as it looks like it's getting harder for you to cum now, as we've done it so many times today. I'm going to try something else. I think it's a good sign that its taking much longer for you now, so what I'm going to do is only to help you cum, remember." "Er...ok," I said, not sure what she meant. "I'm going to stimulate your cock with my mouth. But before I do that, I should warn you that most men find it very arousing, and they can cum quite quickly, especially if they are not used to it, like you. But as it is taking you so long to cum now, I think it would be appropriate under the circumstances. I blushed, and my dick raged up at the thought of what she'd just said. "Er...ok, mom,...er...thanks." Fuck! This was all still too good to be true! Mom, then still holding the semen beaker in one hand, beckoned me to come closer to her. With the tip of my cock about and inch from her mouth, she slowly moved towards it and engulfed the entire cock head with her mouth. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before. Slowly, she took more and more of the shaft into her mouth, and started making slurping noises, as she let her saliva cover my cock, as she sucked on it, almost like it was a lollipop. Fuck! I put one hand on top of her head for support as she carried on sucking on me. Then she stopped her sucking action for a moment, and with the tip of her tongue started lapping at and licking my piss slit, and around my cock head. Fuck! Then, after a few moments, she stopped that, and went back to sucking my shaft, taking more and more of it into her mouth. The sensation of mom's mouth and tongue on me was so wonderful that after just a few moments I felt the cum rise in my balls. "Ok , I'm gonna cum mom," I said to warn her. She immediacy stopped sucking on me, positioned the semen beaker correctly and, started pumping me with her right hand. She did that just in time, as shortly, with the sensation of her hand over my shaft, I came in spurts as I grunted and shouted, "Ahhhhh.......Uhhhhhhh....Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Finally, as my cum waves subsided, I flopped down on the three seater sofa, my head slightly spinning. As I recovered, mom said, "Well, not so much this time. I think we may be getting to find out your limits for a day." I looked over at the semen beaker and saw my cum was about half than normal. I sort of felt relieved, as it seemed to show my body did have a limit. "That was really good mom," I said. "Your mouth really helped to stimulate me. It was very arousing." "It normally is for a man," she replied. "I haven't done that for ages. Not since your father left. He always used to like me doing it to him." I blushed again, still felling a little embarrassed about the whole thing. This time, mom seemed to notice my blushing and said, "You do seem to go red sometimes when I talk about stimulating you Jacob. You must stop that. This is all for medical reasons, as we need to let Dr Taylor know just how must cum you are producing. You must be more relaxed with me." "Er...sure mom," I said. "I'll try. It's just that...er ..you know...talking to you and doing these things is sort of hard for me as it's new and not knowing if you're ok with it." "Well, maybe we'll have to work on that," replied mom. "We'll have to get you used talking more freely with me. We should practice" "What do you mean?" I replied. "You may use crude language more with me Jacob. That may help to remove the embarrassment that you feel. Once you are comfortable in doing that with me in our sessions and as we build up to them, I'm sure you will also be able to cum better as it often helps a man to cum when talking like that, and feeling comfortable to talk like that with a woman. As an example, say you want to fuck my tits." I blushed again. "There you're doing it again," said mom. "Sorry," I replied. "I want to fuck your tits mom." "Good. Now say how you like my ass, but in a more crude way." I thought for a moment and then said, feeling a bit more confident, "I love your fucking ass mom. It's so juicy and fleshy, and I love to rub my hard cock all over it." I felt a twitch of a movement in my cock, as I said those words, even though I had just cum. "Even better," replied mom. "And do you like fucking mommies tities?" "Yea," I replied, almost straight away. "Your tits are so fucking hot I want to suck them and play with them and see them bounce up and down and fuck them." "Good young man. I see we are making progress. Now, tell me that you want to see my pussy." Fuck! Mom had never mentioned that before and I blushed again. "Er...," I hesitated. "I didn't say fuck my pussy, but you can see it if you like, as it may help you to cum more," she added. I took a deep breath and said. "I want to see your hot pussy mom," and then feeling braver, I added, "I want to see your cunt." "Good boy!" said mom out loud and looking pleased with me. Then taking the initiative, I said. "And I want see your hot asshole and lick it." "Excellent," replied mom, much to my surprise that she had not raised an objection to this. My dick was moving now and mom saw it. "Good. I can see all this talk is having an effect on you Jacob. But I'm sue you are some time away from cumming again. So let's drink some more of this wine and I'll stay semi naked like this in my lingerie until you are ready again." I gulped and looking over at mom hard in the eyes, I thought I saw a sparkle there I had not seen in a long time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER EIGHT "Go and give yourself a quick wash upstairs," said mom after a moment. "And you might as well stay naked for now," she added. I got up, my now limp cock and balls flapping a bit, and started walking out of the room. I noticed mom looking at my dick as I went. Just being naked like this in front of her in our living room was exciting, and it sent a tingle through me. I gave myself a clean in my bathroom, and in double quick time I went back downstairs again. Mom was still topless, and wearing just her black thong and stockings and sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in one hand. "I made a note of the amount of cum you produced, whilst you were upstairs," she said. She'd put the empty semen beaker back on the coffee table for our next session. "It's definitely a lot less than before -- about half I'd say, which is a good sign," she continued. I sat down again on the three-seater sofa, picking up my wine glass as I did so. I took a sip. It felt good. We hadn't drunk that much, so I was relaxed, but not so much that it might affect my getting a hard on. I looked over at mom and saw her staring at me. "What?" I said. "Oh, I was just thinking how to best stimulate you again. I think it might be a while before you can cum, no matter what we do. But perhaps we can help things along by trying a few different things, including what you said you wanted to do to me a few moments ago." I realised mom was referring to the crude things she had asked me to say to her. I felt a twinge in my dick just thinking about it, as mom had said she would show me her pussy and also not raised any objection when I said I'd like to see her asshole and lick it. Fuck! This was just getting better and better! "Perhaps we can try a few games to get you going," she said, after another pause. "Games?" I said, confused. "Yes, games," replied mom. "But these are games that adults sometimes play, and I used to with your father occasionally, when we first married. I haven't for a long time now, but perhaps you'd like to try." I blushed. "Stop that blushing, Jacob," she said sternly, noticing. "I did say you must be more relaxed with me." "Sorry, mom," I replied. "I'm still trying to get used to all this." "Ok, well, let's start." She stood up, putting her wine glass back on the coffee table. "As you like my bottom so much, we can do something called spanking. Have you ever heard of that?" I thought for a moment. "Well, I think I've read about it, but the idea never really turned me on. I don't mind trying," I said. "Good," mom replied. "Now, I'm going to stand with my hands resting over the fireplace mantelpiece, with my ass out a bit, and I want you to give my ass cheeks a smack with your hands." Mom walked over the fireplace, and positioned herself as she had said. Fuck! The way her ass and legs looked in her black thong, stockings and stilettos was incredibly sexy. I felt a slight movement in my dick again. Mom's largish, milky white ass looked wonderful, and the wide deep curve of each buttock cheek made a fabulous shaped arch from her lower back to the tops of her thighs. For her age, her butt was still surprising well toned, although she had a bit of excess fat there, but that only added to my excitement. I stood next to her on her left, but one step back, and gave her left buttock a light slap with my right hand. I saw the flesh of her ass cheek ripple a bit as I did so, and I enjoyed seeing that. "Harder, Jacob, that was too light." "But I don't want to hurt you mom," I replied. "Just do it a bit harder," she said. "I'll tell you if it hurts me or not, and to stop if it does." I slapped the same cheek again, only this time a bit harder. It actually felt a bit more satisfying. "That's right, Jacob" said mom, "Like that. A touch harder if you like." I continued, this time slapping the right buttock. I never thought I might enjoy this, but seeing the flesh of mom's ass cheeks ripple and wobble as I did it, was quite enjoyable. Then I noticed a slight, momentary tinge of redness on the white flesh caused by my slapping and that excited me too. "Oh, yes" said mom, appreciatively. Fuck! She seemed to be enjoying it. It was the first time she had indicated getting some satisfaction out of our sessions. I decided to go along with her and try to encourage her pleasurable remarks, so I said, "Do you like that mom?" "Yes, Jacob, very much. I always used to enjoy it when your father slapped my butt. He also used to say crude things to me whilst he did it, as that used to get him going. Why don't you try, that, your cock might respond." Hearing mom say this was quite a turn on. I had always thought of her as so 'prim and proper' in my life so far, until just a few days ago, but I never realised she used to get up to this sort of stuff! "Sure mom," I said. I was starting to feel quite confident now. I moved to her right side, still behind her, so that I could use my left hand for a while. I slapped her cheeks, one after the other again with my left hand. As I did so, I said, "Fuck yea, mom, I love slapping your large backside. It's so fucking hot." For a moment, I couldn't believe I had been so crude, but mom seemed ok about it as she said encouragingly, "That's right Jacob, tell me how you like it, and what you want to do to me to make you cum." My dick responded almost immediately to her words, getting a bit of life into it, but I was way off being properly hard yet. Then, feeling the urge to kiss mom's ass, I knelt down behind her as she stood, and kissed and felt her butt cheeks almost like I was worshipping them. Satisfied momentarily, I then let my hand wander down to the tops of her stockings, over the slightly rougher elastic lace trim, and then slipped them down, over the stockings, feeling their silky smoothness, as I felt each leg, one in each hand. Then, I slid my hands back up along the stockings, onto the flesh of mom's thighs, and finally back over each butt cheek, squeezing and caressing deeply each one as I did so. Mom's legs, thighs and ass felt so good! Mom must have appreciated the feel of my hands on her, almost massaging her lower body as I ran my hands over her, as she said softly, "That felt really good Jacob." Finally, I stood up again and mom turned around to face me, so I could see her glorious boobs now as well. Mom appeared to have a slight tint of red on the cheeks of her face like she had been blushing herself, but I didn't say anything. "That was good. Have some more wine," she said. We both picked up our glasses and took a sip. I was starting to feel a little tipsy now, and I was sure the alcohol must have be getting to mom too, as she had drunk about the same amount as me, and I was bigger, physically, in frame to her. "Now," she said. "It's my turn." I sort of looked aghast, not knowing what she meant by that. "Er....," I said. "I mean it's my turn to give you a spank. Just try it. If you don't like it tell me," she said. "Get into position like I did." I didn't think I would really enjoy being spanked myself, and in any case I had thought all this was about me being able to cum. Then I remembered that mom seemed to have liked feeling up my ass when we had our sessions in the bathroom, so I guessed this might be part of her way of getting some enjoyment. I decided to oblige, as I realised, if mom ended up getting something out of this, then it might lead to us going much further." I positioned myself like mom had done, with my hands on the mantelpiece and stuck out my ass a little towards mom, who was now behind me. She started giving me light slaps at first. I wasn't really getting anything out of it as she did so, but after a minute or so, I liked the slight tingle as she slapped me. "Ok, Jacob?" she asked. "Yea...fine mom," I replied. "I'm going to do a it a little harder. Tell me if you don't like it." Mom slapped my ass cheeks in turn again, this time a bit harder. This time for some reason, the slapping seemed to have more of an effect on me and I felt my dick respond a little. I didn't know why. Then between the slaps, mom ran her fingers along my butt crack, just tickling it, which felt pretty good too. It seemed like she had been a bit of an expert at this in her time. Finally she gave my ass a good feel and rub over. Then, before I could turn around she said, "I'm going to give your bottom a kiss, like you did to me." My dick definitely responded to this and twitched a bit, although it was still not hard. I felt mom, kiss me gently on my ass. It actually felt really nice. She kissed over it a few times, just gentle kisses, unlike my slobbering over her butt! Then, she said to my surprise, "Turn around, I want to suck your cock and see if I can make it hard." Fuck! I couldn't believe she had just said that. Quickly, I turned around, to see mom on her knees in front of me, a sight I could hardly have imagined a week ago, ready to take my cock into her mouth. Before she did anything, she looked up at me for a moment and said, "Well, as you are taking so long to get hard this time, I think this is the only way." Then without further ado, she took my limp prick into her mouth and started sucking on it. Fuck! The inside of her warm wet mouth on my dick felt so good, that blood started to rush to it, and I could feel myself get aroused and harder. After about a minute or two of her sucking on me, I was semi hard. I knew I wasn't ready to cum yet though. Then I had an idea. "That feels really good mom," I said, "But I think I need more stimulation. You did...er...say that I could see your pussy didn't you?" Mom hadn't looked up at me as I said this, as she seemed to be engrossed in sucking my cock. Then after a moment she stopped sucking me and said, "Ok, but first I need some more wine. Just stay as you are." I don't know if it was because the alcohol would give her more courage, if she needed it, or if she was just enjoying herself, but still kneeling, she reached over to the coffee table which was next to us, picked up the wine bottle, filled her glass right to the top and then took a large sip of it. Then she said an extraordinary thing. "Jacob, I do like wine and sucking cock at the same time. So I'm going to dip your cock head into my wine glass and then suck it. You don't mind do you?" Fuck! Did I mind? Did my 'prim and proper' mother really say that? I didn't care. I found the idea so arousing, that I just nodded my head, almost lost for words that she'd said, what she had just said. Mom brought her wine glass next to my cock, which was now semi hard, but still pointed down a little as it was no way fully erect, grabbed my cock with one hand and dunked the tip of it into her wine glass which she held in her other hand, so my cock head was submerged in the wine about one inch. Then, lifting my cock out of the glass, she immediately took it in her mouth to suck the wine off it. Fuck me! I felt the blood rush to my dick again, and I became slightly harder seeing her do this. Then she stopped sucking me for a moment, took another sip from her wine glass which she had been holding on one hand all this time, and then repeated the whole thing. She dunked my now slightly harder cock into her wine glass again, lifted it out, sucked on it for a moment, and then took a sip from the glass again. "Mom, that looks so hot," I finally said, unable to hold myself back. "Good. That's the whole point and I enjoy it too. Now, perhaps it's time for you to see my pussy young man, and we'll see if we can get you to cum." She put her wine glass down and as she did so I picked up mine and took a sip. I needed it after that, and to prepare myself for what was to come! Mom stood up and without any hesitation, slipped off her thong and chucked it on one of the sofa chairs. She was now standing before me in just her black stockings and stilettos. Fuck, she looked so hot! I looked down at her pussy and saw the neatly trimmed pussy hair, which I'd noticed before, during the only time I'd seen it, which had been in the bathroom. Then mom said, "Sit down over there." She pointed to the three seater sofa. I did as instructed, and mom sat herself down on the single sofa chair, which was a few feet away. Then, instead of just sitting, Mom leaned back a bit, raised her knees slightly and opened her legs, more and more, until they were almost splayed wide open. Her pink pussy came into full view. Fuck, what a sight! My dick responded by hardening even more. Then, mom put her index finger in her mouth to moisten it, and inserted it into her pussy. It was like she was playing with herself to stimulate me. "Wow, mom," I said. "That looks really hot." "Good" she replied, and looking at my prick which was getting harder and harder. Mom continued playing with herself, exposing more of her pink pussy flesh to me as her fingers played and poked her cunt and she opened her pussy lips for me. I just felt like getting up and kissing and licking it, but I wasn't sure if she would allow me. I knew she would not let me fuck her. I don't know if she had read my mind, but after a moment she said, "Tell me what you want to do when you see my pussy like this Jacob." I was in such a state of arousal now that my hesitation to say anything had gone out of the window, and I just said confidently and almost greedily, "I'd sure love to lick your cunt mom. It looks so fucking hot. Can't you see how hard my dick is now?" "Good boy," said mom, smiling, in reply. "You seem to have become much more confident now, which is a good sign, and means you should be able to cum more easily. Ok, you can lick it, but nothing more. But before you do I want to have a suck on that lovely cock again, it looks so good now it's fully hard." I got up in a flash and went over to mom's sofa chair, my hard on swinging in front of me as I did so. Mom sat up properly again and grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and took the cock head into her mouth, slurping and sucking on it. Then, she licked around my piss slit with the tip of her tongue, before taking the shaft into her mouth again. She really looked as if she was really enjoying this now. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe she had now just let herself go a bit, as if she had been holding herself back from expressing the fact that she was being turned on in our sessions so far. "That feels so good mom, your mouth on my cock is so nice. Suck it yea, go on," I said encouragingly. Mom responded by sucking me harder and continued like this for a few more moments. Finally, I said, "I sure would love to lick that juicy pussy of yours." Mom stopped her sucking of me, and looked up at me. I saw her eyes seemed to be slightly watery and I immediately became a bit concerned. She said, "Jacob, I haven't sucked a cock like this for such a long time and you've probably realised it is quite arousing for me. I hope you understand. I am feeling a little embarrassed at myself. I am your mother. Will you forgive me for being like this." I saw mom appeared a little upset, yet she was also being turned on by what she was doing. I didn't know whether it was the wine that had finally got to her, but she seemed to be fighting her own feelings. Still looking at her hard in the eyes I said, "Please mom, don't feel embarrassed or bad about it. I do understand. Just think of it like me being turned on my your body, but in reverse. Just do what you feel like. I don't mind at all. You are helping me to cum after all, and I'm not surprised if your getting turned on too." Mom smiled at me and then, got up. "Ok, I still want to suck you until you cum into the beaker. We can lick each other at the same time Let's do a 69 position. Do you know what that is?" I nodded, remembering I'd seen it in movies, but never having actually done it in real life. "We'll do it on the rug in front of the fireplace," she said. "Lie down first, and then I'll lie on top of you." I did as instructed. The rug was quite large -- about 8 feet long by 6 feet wide, so we could easily lie on it. As I lay there, I realised I would be able to see mom's asshole and pussy properly for the first time - fuck! Mom picked up the semen beaker, and then straddled over my head. As she did so, the wonderful insides of her ass crack came into full view. Her puckered asshole and wide lipped pussy were just inches from my face. Fuck! "Is that ok Jacob?" she asked. "Wow, mom, your ass looks amazing! Back down a little more on me." Mom wriggled her ass down over my face a bit more until finally I could lick her, whilst I had positioned my arms and hands in away that I could feel and stretch her buttocks wide open at the same time. I could also feel her large fleshy boobs rubbing against my belly, as she had positioned herself on me. Fuck, this was just awesome! I took in the smell of her pussy juices and they excited me, and I started licking at it. It felt amazing! As I did so, mom had started to suck my cock again. This was heaven! After licking around mom's juicy cunt for a few moments, I moved to her asshole and started lapping and licking it with the tip of my tongue. Then grabbing her ass cheeks firmly, I stretched and pulled her butt cheeks wider so I could I dart my tongue deeper into her asshole, almost like I was fucking it with my tongue. I could feel the walls of her tight rectum as they rubbed against the tip of my tongue. I was loving it! Then I went back to her pussy and lapped at it, letting my saliva flow freely, and even took her thick protruding pussy lips into my mouth to nibble. Fuck! Mom had been working her mouth and tongue on my cock expertly at the same time as I had been doing all this, and I finally felt the cum rise in my balls. "Not long now mom," I said to warn her to have the semen beaker ready. Hearing this mom, seemed to want to give my cock an extra hard and deep suck and in doing so, I knew that was it. "Ok, anytime now," I said. Finally mom stopped sucking on me and, although I could not see it as her wonderful ass was smothering my face, she must have positioned the semen beaker to catch my cum. I felt her hand start pumping me and then, as I grabbed and stretched mom's fabulous fleshy butt cheeks at the same time, and licked deep into her pussy, I exploded. I had to force my head back down onto the rug as I came, and shouted, "Ahhh...Ahhh.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I don't know how much I had cum, but my orgasm had felt really good. This was the best yet. I felt mom still stroking my dick gently, as she must have been trying to get the last few drops of cum into the beaker. As I lay with my head on the rug all I could see as I looked up was the sight of mom's beautifully large ass cheeks and her puckered asshole and wide open cunt which I had lusted after for so long, still hovering over me. I could stay in this position forever! Then I remembered what she had said about being aroused herself, and I realised things might be about to take a big turn in the way we did our sessions. I felt the need to give mom more satisfaction. Maybe she would agree to me penetrating her. I wondered..... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER NINE "You've got a fabulous ass mom," I said, as mom's fine open ass cheeks with her asshole and wide open cunt with lips hanging down, still hovered above me. "Thank you dear," she replied, as she milked the final drops of my cum into the semen beaker. Then, as if to tease me further, she pushed her butt down on my face and wriggled her pussy and ass cheeks over my nose and mouth, as if she was trying to wipe her ass over me, and then lifted her butt up again. "Wow, mom, you sure know how to tease me with it," I said, in response to that. "Well, now I know how much you like it, I might as well put it to good use." Finally, she lifted her leg up over me and turned and sat on the floor, looking at me, whilst I still lay on the rug. Her large hanging tits, looked incredibly sexy as she sat there, kneeling on the floor. Mom held up the semen beaker again for me to look at. There was only a small amount of cum in it this time. "Well, I think you might have reached your limit for today," she said. "And I'm a little tired too. I think it's time for bed." The wine had got to me a bit now, and I nodded in agreement. "I think tomorrow, as it's Sunday, we'll review how much cum you have produced so far this week. And we have an appointment with Dr Taylor on Monday. Make sure you get a good night's sleep and your strength back for our sessions tomorrow." Then she kissed me goodnight on my cheek. With that mom got up and started walking out of the room. She still looked incredibly hot wearing just her black stockings and nothing else! I wondered if I should ask her to wear just those and nothing else for me again tomorrow. That would do! After mom left, I got up a few moments later, and went up to my room. In no time at all, I fell asleep. I felt something nudging my arm and awoke sleepily. Mom was sitting on the bed in her dressing gown, smiling as she woke me. "Morning, Jacob," she said brightly. "Morning, mom," I replied, yawning. Then I felt a bit of a draught, and something touch the lower part of my stomach. Mom had removed the duvet and was sliding one hand over my stomach down towards my cock in my pyjamas. "Let's have an early session," she said keenly. "I've brought the semen beaker." I couldn't quite believe she wanted to help me cum so early, but my sleepiness soon disappeared hearing her talk like that. Mom pulled down my pyjamas, exposing me fully from below, and threw them in the far corner of the bed. Then, without further ado, she bent down her face towards my still limp cock and started sucking on it. Fuck! I couldn't believe how keen she seemed this morning, almost like she wanted sex! The sensation of mom's wonderful wet mouth, tongue and lips on my dick had an almost immediate effect and I became hard as she sucked me. "Ohhh....That's nice mom," I couldn't help saying out loud. Then, seeing me get hard so quickly, mom stopped sucking on me, stood up, untied her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor. She was completely nude underneath, and her voluptuous, sexy figure came into full view. She stood there for a moment with one hand on her hip, striking a sexy pose, with one leg slightly angled, and her full, hanging, sexy boobs facing me in all their glory. Her thick, protruding nipples were erect, indicating she was aroused herself. "Well, as you are hard already, let me give you something to keep you going," she said teasingly. "Your cock tastes so good this morning, that I want it to last as long as possible before you cum," she added, much to my surprise at her forwardness. Mom stood next to the bed about two feet from me near the head end, and turned around to show me the wonderful round globes of her ass, and then sexily wriggled her butt cheeks for me from side to side as she stood on the spot, making the flesh there wobble and jiggle. Fuck! That looked so good! Then, as if knowing what effect this would have on me, she parted her legs a little and bent forward so that I could see her pussy and asshole. And then, even more incredibly, she placed her hands on her ass cheeks, and pulled them apart wider, so I got an even better view. Fuck! Jesus, she was really going for it this morning, getting me really worked up! Mom held this pose for a while, adding to my arousal by wriggling her ass from side to side occasionally, and then saying, "Like what you see? Does my ass look good like this?". The sight of mom posing like that for me was enough to make me say, "Fuck, yea mom, I just gotta taste your asshole and pussy now, you look so damn hot. Please can I?" Hearing this mom stood up properly again and said, "Yes you may, but only if you let me suck on that juicy cock of yours again. I hope you realise young man that I am now starting to get turned on too by all our activities." This was the first time I had heard mom admit she was getting turned on too, by what we had been doing to help me cum. I nodded, but did not say anything, so as to not make it seem like a big issue. I got off the bed and stood up. Mom knelt down in front of me and took my erect cock into her mouth again, making slurping noises as she sucked on it, and playing with my balls with one hand. She seemed to me, to be getting as much out of all this now, as I was! I didn't feel like cumming yet, which was good, but the sight of mom's tits wobbling and jiggling from side to side as I looked down at her whilst she sucked me, was really turning me on. Finally, after satisfying herself on my prick and balls for a few moments mom said, "Ok, special treat time. I'm going to get on the bed on my hands and knees, with my ass in the air, and I'll let you play with it. You may lick my pussy and asshole, but no penetrating me, remember!" Mom stood up and then clambered onto the bed on all fours, facing the window, so she was sideways on the bed with her ass pointed back towards me, sticking up in the air. Fuck me, what an amazing sight! Never could I have imagined a few weeks ago that my 'prim and proper' mom would be posing like this for me on my own bed. It was almost all my dreams so far, come true! The shape of mom's large wide open buttocks, and the crack between her ass cheeks with her asshole and open cunt and lips hanging down, looked so inviting, that immediately I knelt down on the carpet, so that my face was level with her open butt, and I just started licking and salivating along her entire ass crack. I ran my tongue greedily along the insides of her buttocks, moving from asshole to cunt and vice versa, whilst I grabbed and squeezed a full handful of each butt cheek, one in each hand, as I did so. I was in butt heaven! Then, satisfied for a moment at tasting her ass crack up and down, I decided to concentrate on her pussy for a while. Mom was wet, and I lapped at her cunt and pussy lips, opening it up with two fingers by stretching them wide apart and tasting the pinky, moist flesh on the inside there. She tasted wonderful! "Oh yes," she cried as I did this. This was the first time she had openly responded to my licking her pussy. "Yes, Jacob, lick mommy's pussy. Taste all my dirty cunt juice." Fuck! Her words really spurred me on, and my dick responded by jerking up more. Then, I moved my tongue up to her asshole and gently darted my tongue into it a little way, as I spread her ass cheeks wider apart for better access. Seeing her brown puckered hole open up and stretch further as I did so, I darted my tongue a little deeper into her ass this time, almost like I was fucking it with my tongue. Mom groaned in pleasure as I did so, pushing her butt back into my face, apparently very sensitive to my tongue fucking her asshole. "Ohhhh....Ohhhhh...yes.. baby......lick my asshole. That feels sooooo....gooood." I continued, responding to her pleasure by pushing apart her butt cheeks further so I got even better access, and tried to go as deep as I could into her asshole with my tongue. "Ahhhh..." mom groaned again in pleasure. Then, after a moment, I moved back to her cunt and licked and lapped at it some more. Fuck, this was good! I was dying to plunge my dick into mom's open wet cunt, now, but I knew she would not agree. But I could also sense she was really in a lustful state, the way she had been wriggling her ass back into my face as I licked on her pussy and asshole. As a second best measure I said, "Can I slap my dick against your butt and along you ass crack? I promise I won't penetrate you." "Ok," she said, much to my surprise. My dick jerked up in response to this. I slapped my hard on against mom's buttocks for a few moments, wiping my precum on them as my piss slit slid over the flesh on each, in turn. Then, the sight of her ass crack being so tempting, I rubbed my cock head against her asshole, almost tickling it. Fuck that was so good, I almost felt like cumming but held myself back. Mom had not objected to my rubbing her asshole with my dickhead, so feeling braver, I moved it with my hand slowly along and gently tickled mom's pussy lips with it, which were hanging down. God, her open pussy was so tempting, and just centimetres away from my cock head. I just wanted to shove it straight in! Then, to my surprise, mom, who must have been so turned on my what I was doing, said, "Ok, Jacob, I can't stand this anymore. Stick it in my cunt, but don't cum inside me. We need to catch your cum in the beaker still!" Fuck! I couldn't believe it! This was music to my ears! Without further hesitation, I pointed my straining dick directly at her gaping pussy hole, and shoved it in. "Ahhhhhhhhh...," I cried out in ecstasy, feeling mom's pussy walls grip hard onto me. I pulled back instinctively, and then shoved in again. "Ohhh...yess," I said. Mom was also now groaning in pleasure as I did this. I carried on pumping her, now a little faster, as I grabbed her hips for support. The feel of mom's pussy around my dick as I penetrated her, in and out, was wonderful! Imagining fucking was one thing, but actually doing it was a hundred times more pleasurable! I was in the throes of ecstasy now and didn't care about anything, let alone making sure my cum went into the semen beaker. I think mom was also in an extremely heightened sexual state as she was moaning and groaning with pleasure, pushing her pussy back into me as I shoved my cock in at each thrust. "Fuck me, yes...," she said out loudly. I was now moaning loudly too, and I just couldn't stop myself cumming quickly, it being the first time, no matter what happened next. I felt the cum rise in my balls, and I exploded inside her, feeling my spunk spurt thickly and deeply inside mom. "Ahhhhhhh........." I shouted as I came. Mom responded with a huge moan of pleasure too, as I carried on spurting inside her. Finally after what seemed like ages, I stopped cumming and felt my cock go limp and I collapsed on the bed next to mom, who was now laying on her front with her eyes closed. I had finally fucked mom and cum inside her too! It felt like ages before either of us spoke. Mom broke the silence by saying in a quiet tone and without looking at me, "What have we just done?" I didn't say anything for a few moments. Then I replied in a quiet tone too, "I couldn't stop myself, and neither could you I think." There was silence for a while again. "You're right," she said after a few minutes. "Never mind, it's happened now. I guess it was bound to happen at some point. We'll have to just get on with it. And we've missed getting a sample." Mom paused for a moment, as if thinking. Then she said, "Maybe we can work out an average sample based on all the results from the past week. But, you must promise me Jacob, that you will never tell anyone about what we've just done. Not ever." "I won't mom," I replied sincerely. "Never." "Good, I feel a bit better about it then." She paused again. "And maybe if we do it again to help you to cum, it won't matter so much now, as we've done it once," she added, much to my surprise. Fuck! That sounded unbelievable! Mom was ok for us to fuck again! "But you must try to pull out next time," she said, "So I can get a sample." "Ok, mom" I replied, "I'll try, but it might be hard, as it's so new to me," I said, truthfully. Mom didn't reply. After a moment, I felt like going to the toilet. I got up off the bed and said, "Just need to take a pee." I walked naked into my en-suite bathroom. Normally I would close the door, but somehow, I felt so relaxed after what we had just done that I left it open. In any case, you could not see the toilet part inside directly from the bed. I stood over the toilet and started to piss into it. It felt good and relieving. As I finished and gave my dick a few nudges to get the last drops out, I suddenly felt like someone was looking at me. I looked over at the door. Mom was standing there. She must have just seen the end part of my peeing into the toilet. For a moment the thought excited me. I didn't know why. She looked at me and said, "Hope you didn't mind my watching." "No, mom," I replied, truthfully, although slightly unnerved. "Good," she said. "Shall we shower together? Maybe we can get another sample whilst we do that." I felt a twinge in my dick as mom suggested that. I was already feeling a little aroused at the thought, even though I had cum not long ago. "Sounds great to me, mom," I said. "Ok," she replied. "Get in the shower and turn the water on. I just need to take a pee myself. You can draw the curtain closed after you get in the bath." The moment mom said she wanted to use the toilet as well, I got excited for some reason. I felt like I wanted to watch her, like she had me. "Can I watch you mom?" I asked. Mom looked at me for a moment as if thinking, and said, "I don't see why not." I got in the bath and left the shower curtain open so I could watch her use the toilet. Already, I felt my dick becoming alive at the thought. Mom, still completely nude, went over to the toilet, put the seat down, and sat on it. I had never seen her before like this. After a moment I started to hear the distinctive sound of a stream of pee hitting the water in the bowl at the bottom of the toilet. This went on for a minute or so, until mom stopped her pissing. Then, she took some toilet paper and dabbed at her pussy, stood up, threw the paper into the bowl and flushed the toilet. I had found the whole experience of watching her do this, a bit of a turn on, strangely! As mom washed her hands in the washbasin, I had a semi hard on after what I had just witnessed. Mom looked over at me and saw it. "Did that happen whilst you looked at me on the toilet?" she said. "Yes," I replied. "Seeing you take a pee was quite arousing, for some reason," I added. "That's not uncommon," mom said. Then, pausing a moment longer, she finally said, "Come over here, I'd like to try something before we shower." Mom went back to the toilet and sat down again on it. She beckoned me to her. I got out of the bath and went over to her and stood in front of her as she sat on the toilet. My dick was still semi hard, and seeing her sitting on the toilet seat like that was contributing to its state. Then she started sucking my dick again, as she sat there. My prick responded almost immediately to this, hardening up again. I grabbed mom's head and fucked her mouth as she sat on the toilet. "Fuck, yea mom," I said. "This is so good." She paused sucking my dick and licked my balls for a moment. Then she stroked my hard on with her hand. "Ok, that's enough. I just wanted to see if you would get hard quickly this way. Next time I want to go to the toilet for a pee, come in with me. I'd like to suck you whilst I do it. That should be a good way of helping you to cum, from your reaction just now." Fuck, the thought of that was so thrilling and arousing that my dick jerked up again toward her face. Mom got up and said, "Get in the bath again. I'm just going to get the semen beaker from the bedroom." I did as instructed and waited for mom to return. My dick had become slightly limp again as I waited She came back into the bathroom a moment later, holding the semen beaker. Then she clambered into the bath, her tits flapping sexily as she did so, and put the beaker on one of the glass shelves over the far end of the bath. Then she said to me, "Turn the water on and let's soap up together." I turned the shower on and the spray went over me. I adjusted my position slightly so that mom could get under the showerhead too. Her boobs touched my chest as we did this. My dick was starting to respond again. Mom grabbed the shower gel and started lathering me up from the front, over my chest, stomach, and then running her hands over my dick, which became semi hard as she did this. She cupped my balls and soaped them, and then knelt down so her face was level with my dick and started to lather up my legs. Then, she stood up again, and said, "Turn around." I turned to face the tiled walls at the shower end of the bath, and felt mom lather up my back and shoulders. Then she moved onto my ass and cupped each butt cheek as she rubbed the shower gel into it. "I'm going to do your ass crack now," she said. I braced myself, and felt her run her fingers and hands along my butt crack, over my asshole and towards my balls. It tickled a bit as she did so and I instinctively jerked forward a little, still not used to someone else's hand running over my sensitive parts like that. Finally mom stopped soaping me, and said, "Now do me." I turned around and faced her. She raised her arms, as if offering her body to me. I started under her armpits, and then did her arms, which she then let fall back down to her sides. Then, I started lathering up the area just below her neck and then moved onto the large globes of her tits, squeezing and cupping each one almost greedily, as I did so, enjoying the feel of them with each movement of my hands. My dick was getting harder, at this point. Then, I knelt down in front of her and soaped up her stomach and then her pubic area, letting my fingers slide between her legs, over her pussy mound, towards her asshole from the front. God, that felt good! Then, I did her legs, in swirling motions, making sure the back of her thighs and calves were also well lathered up. Mom then turned around whilst I was still kneeling down, so that the glorious curved arches of her buttocks faced me directly. I squeezed some more shower gel onto my hands, and then started kneading and squeezing her fleshy, thick, white butt cheeks. God, I was loving this. I stood up, still caressing mom's butt, and then let my hand slide along her butt crack, over her asshole, towards her pussy. Mom pushed herself back towards me as I did so, almost like she was enjoying the sensation of my fingers and hand running along her ass crack. Then, I moved my hands up to her back and shoulders and lathered the soap in there, well. My dick was now slightly more than semi hard, but not quite a full pole yet. Mom turned around and said, "I have an idea." "What?" I said. "As we are now both soaped up, let's hug and rub our bodies together so that the soap gets rubbed in even more as we rub ourselves against each other. Fuck, the idea sounded hot! Mom made the first move my moving a bit closer to me and then putting her arms around my back like she was embracing me in a hug. I did the same to her, and for a moment as we hugged, it just felt like a loving embrace rather than anything sexual. But then, as I felt my hard on rub up against her stomach, above her pubes, the sexual feelings returned. Mom started sexily rubbing her boobs and other parts of her body against me and running her hands along my back and down over my butt. I decided to do the same to her as we rubbed up against each other, but I ended up concentrating more on squeezing her wonderful large ass cheeks as we embraced. My dick started to get even harder at what we were doing. Mom noticed this and said, "I see you're really hard now, and your cock is starting to get in the way. If you promise not to cum inside me, I'll let you put it in me again." I made the promise, not believing my luck that mom would agree to this so soon! Then she grabbed my slippery soaped up dick and said, "Turn the shower on and let's me rinse off some of this soap first." I switched the water on and we both rinsed under the spray together, mom, paying special attention to my dick. Then, after we had rinsed pretty much all the soap off our bodies, I turned the water off, and faced mom again. She knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her sucking me was wonderful and she soon had me very hard. Then, she turned around and moved a step towards the far end of the bath, and bent forward so she was supporting herself with her hands against the end tiled wall, as she presented her ass to me. "You can fuck me like this," she said firmly. "And I want you to talk crudely to me whilst you do it. But remember, don't cum inside me. You must tell me when you are about to cum, so I can get the semen beaker into position." "Ok, mom " I said. "But first I'd like to lick you down below." I knelt down behind her, parted her buttocks with my hands and started lapping at her pussy. She tasted wonderful, and smelled clean and fresh after the wash. I squeezed her butt cheeks as I licked her. Then, I moved onto her asshole momentarily, giving that a good tonguing. By now my hard on was raging. I stood up again and still holding her butt cheeks open a little way with my free hand, I braced myself to do what I had longed to so much, and for so long -- ram into her pussy, hard, from behind, whilst we were in the bath together. Mom's pussy looked so inviting, I positioned myself as correctly as I could, in my inexperience of doing such things, and then pointing my cock head between her open cunt lips, I pushed in. "Ahhhh," mom gasped, as I did so. "Oh, yes," I cried out. I pushed all the way in, and then back a little, as we adjusted ourselves for our respective movements Then, I shoved in again, and then out again, a little faster this time. "Fuck, yes," said mom, to my surprise. I increased the pace and depth of my thrusts until I was slapping up against mom's meaty ass cheeks each time I went forward and fully in. "Fuck, mom that's so good," I said. I moved my hands up from holding her hips, so that I could squeeze her boobs as I fucked her. Man this felt amazing! I moved my hands down to her hips again and carried on slapping hard into mom. "Yes, Jacob, tell me how much you like fucking me," she said teasingly. "Fuck yea mom, I love fucking you like this. Your cunt is so fucking hot, I just want to fuck you all the time now," I said, all my inhibitions vanishing for a moment as we fucked. We were now moaning and groaning like wild animals. Soon, as we were both so lost in the throes of our mutual enjoyment, all of a sudden I felt the cum rise in my balls. I remembered what mom said about not cumming inside her, but this felt so good, I just didn't want to stop. But something in my mind told me I should warn her, so I said, "Mom, I'm going to cum." Mom was groaning deeply in time to my thrusts as I fucked her, and she just managed to blurt out. "No, fuck that. Cum inside me, cum inside mommy. I want to feel your spunk inside me again." That was it. Her words of encouragement only spurred me on further, and after just a few more thrusts, I came deep, thick and heavily inside her, making a noise almost like a donkey braying as I did so! Mom screamed out as I spunked deep inside her, indicating she had orgasmed too. I held onto her hips as her pussy walls milked my prick of cum. I could feel them pulsating against my dick and it felt wonderful. This was all still very new to me, but it had all felt so instinctive, which it obviously was! After a while, as my dick became limp, and finally fell out from inside her, I still held mom around the waist supporting her whilst she leaned on the wall still facing away from me, her eyes closed, and her face resting on her hands. "Jacob, that felt so good," she said finally. "I don't feel I care about measuring your cum anymore, but I know we have to," she added. After a moment, she turned around, and without looking at me, put her arms around me, as we stood naked in the bath together, and held me close to her, hugging me tightly. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER TEN After a moment, mom seemed to regain her composure, as she let go of hugging me, and without looking at me directly said, "Rinse yourself off and get dressed." I did as instructed, grabbing the showerhead and spraying myself over with water, and rinsing around my cock and balls to get the remnants of semen from my last cum load off. Then I stepped out of the bath, grabbed a towel from the rail and dried myself off for a moment with my back to mom. I turned around to say I was off to get dressed and saw mom looking down at my now limp dick and balls. She had an intense look on her face, almost like she was mesmerised by my prick. "Dry your cock properly," she said, watching me. I was a little surprised at her saying this, but did as she asked, rubbing my cock and balls over with the towel. I caught a glance at her as I did so, and saw her lick her lips. It excited me again to see her do this, but not to the extent that it had any effect on my dick, just yet! "Actually, don't dress. Just put your gown on without anything on underneath and go downstairs and eat breakfast. I'll be down in a few minutes after I rinse off as well," she added. With that she drew the shower curtain across and I heard the sound of water spray over her. I threw my towel in the linen basket in the bathroom and walked naked into my room. My house-gown was on a chair in the corner. As I walked over to pick it up I passed by the full length mirror in my room and just stood for a moment looking at myself nude. My chest swelled and I felt confident as I did so. I had finally fucked mom. Twice, in fact, and boy it had felt great. Now, I wanted more. I wondered if she would let me carry on doing that as part of our sessions. I just couldn't get enough of her voluptuous, sexy body! I pulled the gown on and went downstairs. I sat down at the kitchen table with some orange juice and cereal and started eating. As I eat, I wondered what we would do today and what mom would wear for me to keep me 'stimulated' as she put it. After about 20 minutes, I heard mom come down the stairs. I was a little disappointed to see she had herself completely covered up in a white cotton bath gown. She was holding a blue document folder in one hand. She didn't look at me as she came in, but just started to get her breakfast ready. I didn't say anything. There was silence for a while. Then mom came over and sat opposite me and started eating some toast she had made, and sipped on a cup of coffee. She looked at me and said, "Now, Jacob, what we did this morning must be a complete secret between us." "Yes, mom," I replied, in a serious tone. "Did you enjoy it?" she said, much to my surprise. "Yes, of course," I replied. "Bit of a strange question," I added, truthfully. "Well, I was wondering if you felt guilty that it was not right." "It felt right, mom," I replied honestly. "It just felt like something natural to do, like all the other stuff we've been doing." "I'm glad you are comfortable with it," she replied firmly. "I just wanted to make sure. I should have restrained myself though, I think," she added, "But over the past week, since the doctor said I should help you get samples of your cum, seeing your nude body, and you appreciating mine, well......you've awakened a part of me that has been dormant since your father left." She paused for a moment, looking into her coffee cup. "But, your penetrating me means that we haven't managed to collect proper samples today and that's why I think we must not do it again. It's just too hard for you to pull out in time." I felt a bit disappointed, but just nodded in agreement, so as not to make it an issue. After mom finished eating, she said, "I've brought the record of your semen measurements taken from the measuring beaker. You know I've been keeping a note after every session." I nodded. I had not seen the record sheets so far, and keenly looked over as mom pulled a couple of sheets out from the document folder. Come over here so you can see better. I moved my chair around so that I was sitting next to mom and we faced the same direction. She put the sheets on the table in front of me. Mom had pencilled in amounts in several boxes in columns, each column representing a day. As I looked through what she had noted down, I could see that most of my cum measurements were somewhere between 25 and 40 millilitres each time. But I noticed there was no total for each day. "Mom, do you mind if I just add up what I've been producing each day?" "No, I guess not," she replied. "I think the doctor was going to do that anyway." I got up for a moment and grabbed a calculator from the kitchen drawer, and then sat down again next to mom. I started totting up the amounts for each day. There were 6-7 cum loads per day noted. It took a few minutes and mom watched me whilst I added them up. Then when I'd added up each column so that the figures for each day was done, I looked closely at the final figures. It appeared that even though the amounts I had been producing varied a little each time, the daily amounts never showed more that 5-10 millilitres of variance. "That's interesting," I said finally. "What is?" Mom replied. "Look, can you see that the amounts I'm producing each day aren't that much different? That means that even if we miss a collection or two, we could probably just work out an average." Mom smiled at me. "I see," she said. "So what your saying is that we can fuck once or twice a day without worrying about collecting you're cum to measure are you?" I blushed, hearing mom be so blunt. "Er...actually I hadn't thought of it that way," I replied, truthfully, as I had been engrossed in working out the figures and what they might mean. "But, I suppose that's one of the outcomes of the results so far," I said, trying to sound all serious and scientific about it. "I see," said mom. She looked at me hard in the eyes. "So are you saying that we could even go a full day without collecting and measuring your cum?" "Er.. well.." I replied, "I don't think we should do it too often, but we could do that occasionally, as long as we did take normal collections and measurements on other days until the doctor has worked out what is going on with my condition. Otherwise we might mess up working out the averages." "Ok," replied mom. She seemed to have a bit of a mischievous look on her face now. I couldn't quite make out what she was thinking, but my dick was starting to twitch a bit under my gown. "In that case Jacob," said mom, with an intense look on her face, and I also noticed her cheeks flush, "Why don't we forget about collecting samples today in the semen beaker. You have got me very aroused since morning, and I think that today, I will help you to cum as naturally as possible, and in return I want you to help satisfy me too. How does that sound?" I gulped, not quite believing what I had just heard, and my dick was now tenting up my gown. I could not hide it, and mom saw this, as I was sitting right next to her. I just nodded, still not knowing quite what to say. "I can see your cock is in agreement," said mom with a wide smile and then a giggle. "Let's go upstairs to my bedroom," she said. She stood up and as I did so too, my hard cock was still pushing my gown up below my waist. Mom giggled again. Well that looks a bit silly, let's make you more comfortable and untie your gown. And with that, she pulled on my belt untying it, and my gown opened from the front, partly exposing my nakedness underneath, and my erect dick popped out. "That's better," said mom, and grabbing my hard on said, "Come on." Mom walked in front of me and pulled me along behind her holding my cock like it was some rod attached to my body! Fuck! I couldn't believe it! It was like mom was taking me upstairs for sex! And she had said her bedroom this time, not mine. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Mom gently pulled me along the hallway and then up the stairs, and then finally let go of me as we entered her bedroom. Mom's bedroom was bigger than mine and she had a king-size bed as opposed to a double in mine. She also had an en-suite bathroom like me. All along one wall opposite her bed were fitted cupboards with sliding doors, which all had full length and width mirrored fronts on them, so that the entire room almost looked double in size as you stood in the room looking at the mirrored cupboard wall. For someone who I had always thought of as very prudish until now, mom liked mirrors a lot, and she also had a very large one on the wall over the head end of her bed. Her bedroom had a beige coloured carpet and a large fluffy white rug at the end closest to the bay windows, where there were also two cream coloured single sofa chairs. Mom had a very luxurious bedroom! As we entered the room, mom closed the door firmly behind us. "Sit on the end of the bed facing me," she said commandingly. I sat down as instructed at the end of the bed so I was facing the mirrored wall of cupboards. My gown was still open at the front and my dick had for a moment gone down a bit from its fully hard state it had been in a moment ago. Mom now stood in front of me in her white bath robe, her back to the mirrored cupboard wall. "Now," she said, "After so many days of having to collect your cum in a measuring beaker, today we are going to just help you cum as naturally as possible. Maybe that will help sort out your medical problem too. We are going to fuck like a normal couple, all day Jacob. Do you like the idea of that?" I blushed deep red, hearing mom talk like that. "And I want to hear you talk dirty to me, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you can to satisfy me. I think I deserve that, after helping you out all week. Now, tell me you want to fuck me." "I want to fuck you mom," I said, a little meekly. "Louder," insisted mom. I want to fuck you mom," I repeated, a little louder. "Louder, and more firmly." "I wanna fuck you hard mom," I said. "Better," she added. "Now say it in a more dirty way." I paused for a moment, thinking, and then said "I'm gonna fuck your ass off mom, I'm gonna fuck that wet juicy cunt of yours which you let me fuck earlier today and I'm gonna do it hard and long, and all day until I make you scream." "Even better," said mom. "But make sure you talk like that when you fuck me. And you may call me all sorts of names that men like to use. Don't be shy with me, it's all part of the enjoyment and satisfaction. Can you think of any names to call me?" I swallowed. I was now starting to lose my inhibitions as I responded to mom's requests and teasing. "Er...S...Sexy...b...bitch." "That's good. More." "Teasing bitch. Cock-sucking bitch. Prick teaser. Cock loving whore." I turned deep red again saying this all, but it soon wore off seeing mom was looking pleased as I said these words to her." "That's right young man. I am a cock-loving whore. I love the taste of dick and I love fucking, and I want to be fucked like a dog, and if you want, and if you please me enough, you can fuck my ass too! Your father used to love that! Would you like to fuck my asshole?" My dick was now raging and I stood up. I couldn't wait anymore as my lust was at full blast. Mom untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was completely naked underneath and her voluptuous body came into full view, her breasts were looking full and swollen and her nipples protruding, indicating her aroused state. "Let me taste that wonderful cock of yours," she said. Mom immediately fell to her knees in front of me and took my hard dick into her mouth greedily. She sucked on it almost like some sex starved animal! She lapped at my balls and I could feel and hear breathing heavily on me as she sucked and licked me. She let me dick slide along her face and cheeks like she was worshipping it, and then engulfed the entire cock-head again into her warm wet mouth. Seeing her like this was really getting me turned on and my dick was straining hard as she sucked on me. I grabbed her head and held it almost like I was face fucking her as she sucked on me. After a few moments of this she stopped, stood up and said, "Let's get on the bed. I want you to lick me too whilst I suck you off." I lay down so that my head was at the end of the bed nearest the mirrored wall, and then mom straddled over my face, so that her glorious open butt cheeks hovered above me. What a fabulous sight was above me! Her wide fleshy buttocks opened to expose her cunt lips which were hanging down, and her pinky brown puckered asshole were being brought down to smother my face for my pleasure! As mom positioned her backside over my face, she firmly planted her knees and legs on the bed next to my chest, and began to suck my dick madly like before. I licked and lapped at her cunt and ran my hands up over her butt cheeks and lower back. God, this was so good! I loved the smell of her pussy and ass, and for a moment I let my tongue slide deeply into her asshole, stretching it wide as I did so. Mom was still sucking on my dick wildly, and although the cum was beginning to rise in my balls, I was managing to not cum too quickly as I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I let my saliva pour into mom's pussy and asshole in turn, and I licked and lapped at each, as she wriggled her butt into my face in response, and I continued kneading her fleshy buttocks at the same time. Man, I was in butt licking heaven! Then, finally I felt the cum rise in my balls and I shouted out to mom, "I'm gonna cum soon." Mom stopped sucking on me and said. "I want you to cum in my mouth, so I can taste your lovely spunk, but I want you to watch me do it. Let's change positions." With that, she moved her legs off me, got off the bed and knelt on the floor at the end of the bed again, sideways onto the bed and the mirrored cupboard wall. I stood in front of mom and grabbed my hard on, slapping it on her tits and then her cheeks few times before she took the shaft in her mouth again. Changing positions had put a pause on my cumming, but only for a moment, as her mouth was doing wonders on my dick again. I looked at the mirrored wall and watching my own mother kneeling on the floor with her full hanging tits looking so sexy, sucking me off like she was doing for my pleasure, sent a wave of lust through me, and finally I felt the cum rise in my balls. After a moment I shouted out, "Ahhhhh.. AHHHH....... AHHHHHHHHHHHH......., as I came, spurting wave after wave of cum into mom's welcoming mouth. Mom managed to take the first few spurts in her mouth and swallow my cum, but either she was a bit out of practice taking cum in her mouth, or I was producing a hell of a lot this time, because on the third of fourth cum wave, some of it came out of the sides of her mouth. Then, as my final few cum waves came, mom, stopped trying to swallow it, and just opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, letting me see my cum dribble down her chin and onto her boobs. Fuck, what a sight! My cum was dripping down her chin in gooey strands! Finally, having stopped my spurting, mom, wiped my dripping cock head along her cheeks so that my spunk smeared her face like some cream. Then she rubbed the cum that had dropped onto her tits into them and then licked her fingertips, as if to show me how much she enjoyed it! "Ooh, that's lovely, Jacob. I do love the taste of cum, and yours is especially nice. I haven't told you before, but after taking your samples using the semen beaker and measuring it, I would always swallow and drink some of your cum from the beaker. That's why I know it tastes so good. I love it!" "Fuck! Did I hear right? Mom had been swallowing my cum from the semen beaker after our sessions! Jesus! As I looked down at her, with my spunk over mom's chin and face, and some stringing down towards her boobs, just thinking about mom drinking my cum from the semen beaker seemed to send a second shot of life into my dick again and I became slightly hard. Mom noticed and went back to sucking me and managed to get another wave or two of cum into her mouth before I went completely limp, and then started licking and lapping my cock head to clean it up. Finally, I just collapsed back onto the bed in a heap, and in the high of my orgasm. "Mmmm...that was lovely," said mom, getting up from kneeling on the floor and walking over to the bedside cabinet. Her large melon like tits wobbled sexily as she did so. Mom picked up some tissues from a box and wiped my cum from her face and boobs, dropping the tissues into a wastebasket next to the cabinet. "Give me a minute whilst I clean myself up properly," she added, and then walked to her en-suite bathroom. I watched her wide meaty ass cheeks wobble and jiggle as she walked. Man, what a sight! After a few minutes mom came back into the room, beaming a wide smile and lay herself on the bed, with her back straight against the cushioned headboard. "Give yourself a wash too Jacob, and then come and lie next to me," she said. I got up off the bed and started walking to the bathroom like mom had done. "Nice ass," she said chuckling, as I went. I responded with a slight giggle. I remembered mom liked my ass too. Mom had a much nicer bathroom than mine. It had a large bath at one end and at the other a spacious 'walk-in' type shower. The shower area was very roomy -- I'd say you could fit three people in there easily, and it had all manner of jet sprays as well as the traditional shower head type fitting. The nice thing about this was that you could just walk in, pull the frosted glass door across and start showering -- no messing about standing in a bathtub or cramped shower cubicle -- it was very roomy and spacious. I walked into the shower, turned the jet sprays on, which hit your body from several angles, and soaped and rinsed myself all over quickly, including my cock, balls and ass crack. I knew mom liked me to be especially clean. In less than two minutes I was done and drying myself off. Then, throwing my towel in the linen basket, I walked back into mom's bedroom. My now limp dick was waving in front of me as I walked, and my balls were flapping a bit. I saw mom look down at my crotch area as I walked in. "Is my sexy son all clean now?" she said teasingly, and with a cheeky smile. "Yep, sure am mom," I replied, as I clambered on the bed so I was half sitting, half lying next to her with my back up against some pillows. I looked at her naked body next to me and felt like touching her. She must have sensed my desire and said, "You can touch me if you like, whilst we talk for a bit." I moved my right hand over mom's stomach and up to her boobs. I squeezed her right boob gently and tweaked the thick protruding nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Then without asking, I bent my head down and licked all around her nipple and gave it a gentle suck "Ohh...that's nice baby," she said in response. I was still far from being able to get hard again, but it was nice just to touch and caress mom. I moved my hand down her body again, over her stomach and then down over and along her pussy mound. I looked her in the eye as I did this, wanting to see an approving look from her. She did not disappoint me, saying, "Oh yes, touch mommy's pussy, play with it. Put your finger in if you like," and then closed her eyes and pushed her head back to enjoy the sensation. I moved my middle finger along her pussy mound, over the hairs there until I felt the line of the opening, and then gently pressed in, pushing my finger into the moist flesh there. "Oh...yes, baby" said mom, still with her eyes closed, and pushing her pussy up towards my finger as I inserted it in. "Don't stop Jacob, that feels really good. Fuck me with your finger and see if you can make me cum." I hadn't intended on stopping as I was really enjoying what I was doing. "You can put another finger or two in to stimulate me better, if you like," she added, still with her eyes closed and humping herself gently on my finger. I let my index and third finger enter mom's pussy as well, gently at first, and then started pumping them in and out, the full length of the fingers. The moist flesh there felt wonderful as I did so. "Ahhh...Ohhhh...Yessssss," mom cried out. I continued, increasing my pace a little, whilst mom pushed her pussy mound up to meet my forward pushes. After another minute or two of this, mom cried out and her whole body shook and shuddered for a moment. I felt a small amount of liquid go over my fingers. I guessed mom must have had an orgasm and cum, although I'd never seen a woman's orgasm before. Mom lay back on the bed still with her eyes closed for a few moment and then said, "Thanks Jacob, I needed that. I hope you'll be able to do that to me with your hard cock next time." She looked down at my prick as she spoke. It was still limp, despite what we had been doing. It was till too soon after my last cum load, although doing what I had been with my fingers had sent the right signals to my dick, which had twitched a bit! "Tell you what, why don't I go downstairs and get some coffee for us both, and we can drink it up here and talk until we manage to get you going again," said mom. I nodded in agreement. Mom got up and put her bathrobe on again, and disappeared out of the room. "I won't be long," she said as she left. --------------- I felt something touch my arm and I rolled over and opened my eyes drowsily. There seemed to be some kind of fabric touching my skin, and then I realised I was on mom's bed with a blanket over me. Mom stood over me next to the bed, shaking me gently on the arm and holding a cup. "Jacob, you fell asleep, wake up now." "Oh, sorry mom," I said sleepily. "How long have I been asleep?" "Over an hour. When I came up with the coffee, you were already dozing away. I didn't want to disturb you as I though a rest would you good," mom winked at me as she said this, "So I went back down again and gave your auntie Jean a call." "Here, have some coffee now -- it'll wake you up." I sat up and took the coffee cup from mom. I let the blanket still cover me from the waist down. Mom sat down on the bed facing me, still in her white bathrobe. I sipped the coffee. It was good and fresh, and I began to shake off my sleepiness. "Your aunt Jean is doing well and says hello," said mom. "What made you phone her?" I asked. "You know I always call her on the weekend," replied mom. "It was just a general catch up chat." Mom and her sister Jean, who was a couple of years older than mom, were quite close and spoke regularly. Aunt Jean lived on the West Coast, but she and mom would speak on the phone regularly -- at least once or twice a week, and also visit each other several times a year. Aunt Jean lived on her own now, as her husband had died a few years back of a heart attack. They never had kids. Mom was always asking aunt Jean to move closer to us, but she had got so used to where she was, she'd never made the move, so far at least. Then a thought hit me. "Er...mom, you haven't said anything to aunt Jean about my...er...you know.... condition. I know you are very close." "Mom looked down at the bed for a moment and said, "Well, I haven't gone into any great detail, but I have told her you have some personal medical problem and we and seeing a doctor about it. That's all." "Oh, well I suppose that's ok then. I would be embarrassed if you had said anything else." "But Jacob, your aunt Jean is like a second mom to you, I'm sure she would be very concerned and want to see you get well. Of course, I haven't gone into any detail -- certainly not about...you know...our extra little activities, and what we are doing now." I decided to let the subject drop, although I wasn't quite sure how much mom had told auntie Jean. I finished the coffee whilst we had been speaking and placed the cup on the bedside table, feeling refreshed and fully awake again. Mom smiled at me cheekily. "That's better. You've had a good rest now. How are you feeling?" "Fine" I said. I knew I was ready to cum again, and the slight ache in my balls was telling me I needed to get a load off. "I need to cum again." Mom smiled and slowly pulled the dark blue blanket, which was covering my crotch and legs, off me, revealing my cock and balls. She stroked my limp cock gently with her fingers, almost like she was touching something precious. "Mmmm, very nice. I've got so used to seeing your wonderful cock now that I want it much like you want my body. Let's see, what shall we do to get you going again?" Mom straightened up her body a bit, and looked at me intensely with a sparkle in her eyes. The look in her eyes had changed from that of my normal prudish mom, when we had been talking about aunt Jean a moment ago, to something almost like another person, revealing her innermost, wickedly lustful nature which had been suppressed for a long time since dad had left (and I hadn't seen it all yet!). "Will you wear something sexy for me?" I said. "Ok, what would you like?" "Well, I liked you a lot in just your stockings and stiletto's. That would do for now." Mom though for a moment and said, "Ok, I have some ideas to get you going. Just lie back on the bed, close your eyes so you can't see what I'm doing for a few minutes." I did as instructed, and lay back, now fully naked, with the blanket removed, with my eyes closed and back against the bed headrest. I heard mom rummage around in some drawers and then some noises of movement as she must have been putting something on. My dick was starting to twitch in anticipation. After about five minutes mom said, "Ok, you can open your eyes now." I did so, and a delightful sight was in front of me. Mom had removed her bathrobe and was standing in front of me, about two feet from the end of the bed, wearing just black hold up stockings with lace trims and black stiletto's. She had brushed her hair and was wearing deep red lipstick, and a little make up on her face. She posed for me with one hand on her hip and her large boobs hanging sexily on her chest. Then she turned around to show me her ass and wiggled it from side to side for a minute, making the flesh on her buttocks wobble and jiggle, which she knew always sent me wild with desire. God it looked so good with those black stockings just below! "Like what you see," she said, teasingly, but firmly, and then turned around. I could sense mom was getting turned on herself by what she was doing. I whistled my pleasure. "Wow, sure do mom," I replied. My dick became semi hard almost immediately. "I'm going to pose for you for a bit, and walk around the room so you can appreciate the curves of my body. I know you like doing that from our session in the living room a few days ago. But before I do that there's something I'd like you to do." "What?" I said, keenly. Mom held up a stick of lipstick which she had been holding in her hand, which I'd not noticed before. "I want you to write something on my ass with this lipstick." I gulped. "Er...ok...what?" My dick was getting harder by the second. Mom threw the lipstick on the bed and turned around, presenting her glorious ass to me again. "Come and sit on the end of the bed so my ass cheeks are level with your face." I picked up the lipstick and did as asked. Mom's ass globes looked so hot, especially as her stilettos, made the angle of her butt cheeks stick out more. I had to kiss and lick them. "Sorry mom, but I just have to do something first." I grabbed the fleshy cheeks with my hands greedily, squeezing them hard and then kissed and licked them, wiping my face over them. Mom moaned with pleasure as I did so. "God, mom, your ass is so good," I cried out. After satisfying myself, I said, "Ok, what shall I write?" "I want you to write in large capital letters, 'S' and 'L' on my left butt cheek, and 'U' and 'T' on my right ass cheek, so it will spell 'SLUT'. Fuck! I couldn't be; live mom was so dirty minded. It excited me though, and my dick was now rock hard hearing this. I held the lipstick like it was a large crayon and did as asked, writing a large 'S' and 'L' on one cheek and then the 'U' and 'T' on the other. The letters were in deep red and against the milky white colour of mom's ass cheeks looked really hot! "Done," I said. "Your ass looks damn hot mom, with that." "Good," mom replied and wobbled her cheeks for me, standing on the spot. Fuck! Mom turned around so her back was towards the mirrored cupboard wall and turned her head back so that she could see her butt out of the corner of her eyes. "Yes, very good," she said satisfied, looking back at me. "I used to do this with your father and it used to really turn him on." Mom looked down at my dick and saw it was already hard. She bent down for a moment and gave the cock head a suck, making slurping and licking noises as she did so. Then, apparently satisfied she said, "I want to tease you some more now. You've been very polite so far. I want you to talk dirty to me again as I pose for you." Mom started to walk around the room in her stiletto's and stockings with her hand on one hip. Her tits jiggled and wobbled. As she walked away from me, the words 'SLUT' clearly showed on her ass as she sexily swung her hips from side to side. My dick was at full stretch now, seeing this. "How does my slut ass look as I walk?" "It looks fucking hot mom," I said, going along with her request to talk dirty and actually feeling what I was saying. "Would you like to fuck my pussy?" "You bet," I replied. "Would you like to fuck me like a dog?" "Yes." "Then call me a bitch." "I want tou fuck you, you dirty bitch," I said and blushed a little. "What kind of bitch am I?" "A dirty, slut, whore of a bitch, who likes to swallow my cum." "Excellent Jacob," replied mom, commandingly. "I am a dirty little whore bitch as you will see. I just love prick, and the taste of cum, and to have your hard juicy cock inside my mouth and pussy." Then she walked over to where the chairs were and put one let up on the seat cushion and inserted a finger into her pussy, playing with it and looking at me directly in the eyes. Then she put her leg back on the floor and turned around, placed one hand on each butt check, bend forward and pulled apart her ass cheeks, so I could clearly see her asshole and cunt. Both looked delicious and enticing! Fuck, that was it! I got up quickly and knelt behind her and licked and lapped at her asshole and pussy, going from one to other and running my tongue all along her ass crack, up and down. Then, mom turned, and sat on the chair so my aching hard dick was right in front of her mouth and she started sucking on it, taking it deep into her mouth. I reached down and fondled her boobs as she did this as they jiggled and wobbled under me. After sucking me for a couple of minutes, mom let go of my prick and said, "Fuck my tits." Mom held up her boobs for me and wrapped them around my rock hard dick as I fucked in between the fleshy mounds. Man, this was tit-fucking heaven! After a few minutes of this I said, I don't want to cum like this, let's fuck now. Mom stood up and walked over to the bed. She got on her hands an knees facing away from the head end of the bed, so that her face was towards the mirrored cupboard wall. In this pose she said. "Now come and fuck my ass off, whilst you watch yourself fucking me in the mirrors." Fuck! What an invitation. My dick was raging at this thought and I clambered onto the bed behind mom, and ran my dick all along her ass crack and slapped her buttocks a few times. Then, seeing that her gaping cunt lips looked so inviting I inserted the tip of my cock head in slowly, going deeper, until I was about half way in. I felt mom's pussy walls clamp onto my dick and I moved back out and the thrust in again, this time going deeper to the hilt. Soon we were going at it full pelt, as I thrust in and out, slapping myself against moms ass cheeks as I fucked her pussy hard. I looked up at the mirrored wall and could see mom's tits hanging under her, wobbling and flapping like crazy, forwards and backwards as I thrust into her and she pushed herself back towards me. It looked damned, fucking hot! I started moaning and mom hearing me said, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me you dirty mother pussy loving bastard." "Yes, bitch" I cried out, "Take it all, yes..." We carried on like this for what seemed like ages, watching myself fucking mom from behind in the mirrors was the most incredible sight and she was just loving it -- I could see this from the contorted looks on ger face and the moans of pleasure and delight she was making. After what seemed like ages, I finally cried out, "I'm cumming... Ahhh.... Ahhh... Ahhhh... and came deep inside her, spurting wave after wave. Mom seemed to orgasm almost at the same time as she screamed out, and her body shook and shuddered violently beneath me. Finally, we both collapsed in a heap on the bed, still moaning and groaning with pleasure. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - CHAPTER ELEVEN We spent the rest of the afternoon in mom's bedroom, fucking and sucking in various positions, including with mom on top, riding me, which was great, as I could watch her ample full boobs jiggle and bounce as she rode me. Fuck that was good! I must have cum at least another four times over the course of the afternoon. One of my favourite times was when mom knelt on the floor on her elbows and knees, and let me pull her buttocks wide open so I could lick and finger fuck her asshole. I opened it up wide and also let a few gobs of my spit enter her butt-hole, to help ease my finger in. I think she enjoyed it from the way she moaned and groaned with pleasure. To be truthful, I was becoming increasing aroused by the sight of mom's asshole and wanted to stick my prick in there. But although mom had mentioned this in her "dirty talk", she'd never actually said I could, and I did not want to push things too far, too soon. But from the way she had reacted to my fingering it, I had hopes she would let me fuck her ass sometime soon. During our sessions during Sunday afternoon, mom never collected my cum. She either swallowed it if she sucked me, or let me cum inside her, and then let me watch it drip out of her pussy, which added to my excitement. In the evening whilst we were eating, mom reminded me that we had to see Dr Taylor again the next day. "And remember," she said, "We mustn't tell the Doctor just how far I have gone in helping you to cum." I nodded in agreement. I knew it wasn't something we could talk about in front of other people. After our meal we both sat in the living room to watch some TV before going to bed. I was wearing my 'house-gown' with my boxer shorts on underneath, whilst mom had 'dressed' since our earlier fuck-fest in her bedroom, but sill quite sexily -- wearing the tight fitting soft-jersey type material grey shorts with a low cut bright red blouse without a bra, which showed ample cleavage, and her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. She looked pretty hot sitting there! Since mom had been helping me cum all weekend, the ache in my balls had been much less. But with the working week starting for her tomorrow, being a Monday, I wondered how I would manage. "Mom, I'm going to feel a little strange during the daytime this week, as you won't be able to help me cum like you have this weekend," I said. "I know dear," mom replied. "I've been thinking about that too. I have to go to work and you have to go to college. We'll speak to Dr Taylor tomorrow and see what she says. How are your aches now?" "Well, I've been feeling pretty good this weekend as I've been regularly cumming." "We'll have one session tomorrow morning before I go to work and I'll have to collect a sample like we were doing before. Today has just been an exception." She smiled at me as she finished the sentence. We idled the time away watching a movie and soon I was feeling sleepy. Mom looked over at me and said, "Time for bed I think young man. Do you need to cum again before sleeping?" I felt I could, and my sleepiness started to disappear at the thought. I nodded. "As I haven't collected your cum all day, I think one last time without won't matter too," said mom as she stood up. "What would you like to do?" Seeing mom standing a few feet away from me with her tight figure hugging shorts which were pressing sexily into her crotch, I felt like touching her there and feeling up her ass. "I'd like to play with that wonderful ass and pussy of yours again mom," I said. "I just can't get enough!" Mom walked sexily over to me, swinging her hips, and stood in front of me as I still sat seated on the sofa chair. "Go on then," she said, smiling, "Do what you like." I placed the four fingers of my right hand on the area of her crotch and just ran them along her pussy mound several times, up and down. I could feel her pussy hairs and slit through the soft thin material of her shorts as I did so. Mom reacted with a slight moan of pleasure and pressed her pussy mound back against my fingers. Then, satisfied for a moment with that, I said, "Turn around please mom." "That's too polite," replied mom teasingly. "You'll have to ask me in a different way, if you want me to do that. Talk dirty." I looked up at mom and decided to oblige. "Turn around and show me that juicy thick fuck of an ass, mom." "Mmmm....yes," replied mom, "That's better." And with that mom turned 360 degrees on the spot and presented me with her curvy large butt, which was just about level with my face as I sat, if not a touch higher. I rubbed my hands over each buttock, through the soft material of the shorts, groping and cupping the flesh there greedily. Then, I pulled the material that was covering each ass cheek inwards so that it caught in mom's ass crack, making her butt look even sexier as it tightly hugged her ass with each buttock partly showing. I bent forward and kissed each cheek in turn and then ran my tongue over the skin, savouring the taste and sensation. Fuck! This was good, and my cock getting was hard! Then, I grabbed mom's shorts at the waist and just yanked them down, giving her a bit of a surprise. "Fuck, yea mom," I said, "Your juicy ass is so fucking hot, I could play with it all day and all night." Mom didn't say anything, but just stepped out of her shorts, so now all she had on was her bright red blouse which went to just above her hips, leaving her glorious backside and legs fully exposed and naked. Then she wriggled her ass as she stood on the spot, knowing how much it excited me to see the flesh on her butt cheeks wobble and jiggle. By now my dick was fully hard and wanting some attention. I stood up behind mom and rubbed my cock along her ass crack, again slightly surprising her and making her exclaim, "Ooh, that's nice." I slapped my hard on against mom's butt cheeks for a bit longer, and then said, "I'd like to follow you upstairs with you like this, so I can watch your cheeks move, and then maybe you can suck me off and swallow my cum." "Ok," replied mom, still with her back to me, and rubbing her butt sexily back against my hard on. Then she started walking slowly away from me toward the door, her hips swinging, so that her ass looked even hotter as she walked. Mesmerised, I followed her. When mom, got to the stairs she started walking slowly up them, again swinging her hips as she did so. Man what a sight! I was half drooling as I watched her climb with her butt almost in my face as I followed closely behind. I could not help slapping her ass once or twice with my hand. "Fuck yea mom," I said, "Fucking hot ass." Mom reached the top of the stairs and walked down the corridor and into my bedroom, and sat on the bed. My hard on had been swinging wildly as I'd followed her, and now I just presented it to her face as she sat down. Greedily she took it into her mouth and started sucking me. "Oh fuck yea mom," I said, responding to the way she was blowing me. She grabbed the base of my dick with both hands and really went for it, taking all my shaft into her mouth almost to the hilt. Then she started playing with my balls, with one hand. I let my right hand wander down of mom's left boob for a moment and then I just grabbed her head as she carried on sucking me hard. Then she let my dick out of her mouth for a moment and ran her cheeks along the side of my shaft as if savouring it's length along her face. "Talk dirty to me while I bring you off," she said. "You know how much I like it." And without further ado she took my dick head into her mouth again and started sucking on me. Happy to oblige, I said "Yea suck that dick bitch. Suck it hard and let me see you swallow my cum. I know how much you like it now. You're a cum swallowing slut aren't you? You just love taking my cream inside your mouth and swallowing it, don't you?" I grabbed her head and started pushing my dick into her mouth in time with her sucking, so that I felt like I was face fucking her. I could feel her breathing hard through her nose as she sucked on me and she seemed in total ecstasy. Finally, I felt the cum rise in my balls and grabbing moms head hard, I thrust hard and deep and spurted in her mouth with a loud groan. "Ohhhhhhh...Ahhhhhhhhh..." I said out loud. Mom had clamped onto my dick with her mouth firmly as I came, making sure that this time she would not spill a drop. And indeed she didn't, as she seemed to be swallowing the lot! After she'd milked me dry with her mouth and cleaned all the cum off my dick, she smiled up at me and said, "Mmmm.... that was lovely, I love the taste of your cum," and she licked her lips, letting her tongue linger outside her lips momentarily to show me how much she enjoyed it, like she had been eating some delicacy. Fuck, she knew how to tease me! "Now have a good sleep and I'll collect another sample first thing in the morning before I go to work, but I'll have to use the semen beaker again from tomorrow." I nodded, and smiled back at mom. She stood up, her tits wobbling in her red blouse, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight, hon. Sleep tight." And with that she strolled out of my bedroom. Again, I watched her naked ass swing sexily as she walked away. Fuck! I curled up in bed, and in no time at all fell sound asleep. --------------------------- I looked at my watch. It was 3.30pm. I was about to leave my college campus and head for Dr Taylor's Clinic, which was a short bus ride down town. Mom had told me in that morning she would leave work a little early, and meet me there. That was after she had wanked me off into the semen beaker of course, before she left for work. It was a little disappointing not to have her suck me off properly and let me cum in her mouth, but we had to use the semen beaker again to get some measurements, as we'd given doing that a miss, completely, on Sunday. As I sat on the bus going towards the clinic, I wondered what Dr Taylor would say, and if my blood test results would show up anything. I still had a slight ache in my balls everyday, but as I mentioned before, this would normally clear up after I'd cum several times. I thought back to our first visit to see Dr Taylor. I suddenly remembered the way she had looked at my dick and licked her lips. Then I remembered mom doing the same thing several times before she had actually started to suck me off. An image of my dick in Dr Taylor's mouth flashed through my mind quickly and I smiled. 'Don't be stupid,' I said to myself! Doctors don't do that with their patients! Soon, I reached my stop and got off the bus. A few minutes later I was climbing the steps up to the Clinic front door. I saw a mid-thirties looking attractive blonde receptionist at the desk and introduced myself. "Afternoon, " I said. "I'm Jacob Addington. I have an appointment with Dr Taylor for 4.30pm." The receptionist looked down at her diary, and as she did so I could not help but look down at her quite ample cleavage which was showing. She was wearing a white nurse type uniform which had quite a low cut top, and her boobs were pushed quite firmly up to create quite a sexy cleavage. She looked damn hot! "Oh yes," she smiled back at me. "Please take a seat. Your mother is already here." As I walked into the waiting area of the clinic, I saw mom had got there before me and was sitting in a chair reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled at me. There were no other people waiting, probably because we had the last appointment of the day, although I think the clinic had two or three other doctors too. I gave mom a kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her. The receptionist was a about 10 feet away from where we sat at one end of the waiting area, near the front door. She smiled reassuringly over at us. I couldn't remember seeing her the last time I was here. The image of her ample cleavage still lingered with me. Then mom said in a low tone so no one else could hear, "Remember Jacob, you mustn't say anything about how far we have gone in our cum collecting sessions. Let me do most of the talking." "Ok, mom" I replied, as quietly back to her. After a couple of minutes the phone rang by the receptionist, and after answering it she said out loud, "You may go in now." Mom and I got up and went over to the consultation room door. Mom knocked, and I followed her in. "Ah, Mrs Addington and Jacob, do come in said Dr Taylor smiling broadly, from behind her desk, standing up in a white doctor's coat, welcoming us. She shook both our hands and beckoned us to sit down on the chairs in front of her desk. Dr Taylor was a mature lady, of around 50 years, stocky in build, chubby and buxom with it, and with greying hair. She wore glasses, but as I looked at her I noted again, like the first time we had met her, that she had quite a pretty face and wonderful deep blue eyes, which had almost a playful sparkle in them. As we sat down, Dr Taylor first looked at my mom and then me, and still smiling and looking quite jovial said "Well how are you both, and how have you been getting on since I last saw you?" Mom took the lead and said quite enthusiastically, but a little hesitatingly as if slightly embarrassed, "We've been doing fine Dr Taylor. I....er...have been helping Jacob in getting some measurements for you, as you suggested. I have them here." Mom pulled out the records sheet, which she had shown me on Sunday morning, and handed it to the doctor. "That's excellent," said Dr Taylor smiling. She took the paper from mom's hand and put it on the desk in front of her without reading it. "I'll look at this in a moment. I'm so glad you felt able to help Jacob, as it can be difficult to collect samples," she added, as if to provide some reassurance. Then Dr Taylor looked hard at me and said, "Tell me Jacob, how are your aches down below?" I cleared my throat and said a little timidly, "I do still have them, but it does help a lot when I er....er ...you know masturbate. I mean when I...er...you know, spurt my semen." "Good," replied Dr Taylor still smiling at me. "I'm glad that you do get relief at least." "Now," she continued, "I do have your blood test results here," she said pointing to a blue folder, which was on the desk in front of her. "But first let me see your semen measuring record." Dr Taylor picked up the sheet of paper mom had given her and read it carefully. "Yes, I see you have been producing quite a lot, but from the totals you've worked out at the bottom, I can see it is generally within a similar range every day." She paused for a moment looking at the numbers. "Yes, that's all fine," she added. "Thank you for keeping this record. I hope it has not been too difficult," she added, looking first at mom then me. For the first time I think I saw mom blush at that remark, and she replied quickly, "Er... no doctor...it....its been quite an experience as it's something a mother is not often asked to do, if you know what I mean." "Yes, yes Mrs Addington. May, I call you Margaret." "Well, my friends call me Marge. That will do." "Marge it is then," replied Dr Taylor. "Yes I do understand, and I'm sure Jacob has been grateful too." Mom looked slightly uneasy but just smiled back at the doctor. Dr Taylor looked at me and said. "Aren't you Jacob? You must be thankful your mom has been able to help you." "Yes, sure I am," I said, in a tone more relaxed than I thought I would say it. Mom then said, "Are you able to tell us what the problem is Doctor?" "Yes, I can," replied Dr Taylor. "I am pleased to say the blood tests have given us an answer to what is going on. So in that sense it is good news. However, the treatment I am going to suggest maybe a little more...," she paused for a moment, "A little more unusual and perhaps difficult." I felt a tinge of concern and looked at mom, who I could see was also looking worried. Dr Taylor saw our anxious expressions and said, "Oh, please, I did not mean to worry you like that. Once I've explained, you may not think it is too much of an issue to overcome." "Please tell me what's wrong with Jacob?" asked mom. Dr Taylor straightened up in her chair a little as if she was about to say something important. "Mrs Addington....I mean Marge," she said looking at mom, "The blood test show Jacob has a condition which although I would not describe as rare, is a little uncommon. I will not bore you with the name of the condition, and we did send the samples to another laboratory for confirmation. Luckily the condition is detectable through the blood tests. I will try to explain it as simply as I can." Dr Taylor looked at me then mom as she spoke. "As you may know, men and women both have bacteria present in their genital areas, which are kept at an optimum level though various means, including the body's own immune system. In certain cases in men, the balance of this bacteria overwhelms their balancing mechanisms and can lead to aches in the scrotum area, which in effect has happened to you Jacob," she said, looking directly at me and smiling reassuringly. "But, the good news is that it is curable. Our medical history records show that virtually all young men who have had this condition have been completely cured. However, the recommended method is... well... slightly unusual." "Well, it's a relief to know you know what it is, and that Jacob can be cured.," said mom. "But in what way is the cure unusual?" she added, almost taking the words out of my mouth. Dr Taylor paused for moment. Then looking at mom directly she said, "Because of the slightly unusual nature of the treatment, you may prefer that I speak to you directly and in private first, Marge, before telling Jacob." Mom listened and thought for a moment before replying. "Er... well, no doctor. It's all right. I know Jacob is mature enough to listen to what you will say, and I would like him to be present. He's my son, and I know he will be ok with whatever you might say," she replied, firmly. I felt kind of pleased that mom had spoken up for me like that. But I guessed it was partly because of the sexual intimacy we had already shared. "Alright," said Dr Taylor, looking at mom and then me quite seriously. "Occasionally, men much older than Jacob in their fifties and sixties can get this condition, but for them we normally prescribe tablets, which they then have to be take once a week for the rest of their lives. However, the best treatment for this condition, in a young man of Jacob's age, is to naturally lower the imbalance of bacteria in the male genitals. The way to do this normally, is for a man is to have sexual intercourse frequently with a woman, as the different bacteria that are present in a woman genitalia, naturally help to restore the imbalance in the male, as they get passed on during intercourse. Mom and I both listened in silence without saying anything. You could have heard a pin drop. And I felt a twitch in my dick as the doctor spoke the last sentence. "Now for this to work," continued Dr Taylor, "The intercourse must be without a condom, as obviously we require the male and female genital fluids to mix." Dr Taylor paused for a moment. Then looking hard at me, she said, "Do you have a girlfriend at the moment Jacob?" "Er... no," I replied, rather embarrassingly. "Well, here is where the slightly unusual recommendation for treatment I have for you comes in, in that case." Dr Taylor paused again. "To be blunt Jacob, you need to have sex with a woman daily for the next 2-3 months, and then regularly thereafter, to restore your body's balance and get rid of your aches. But if you do not have a girlfriend, then that is a problem." I sneaked a look at mom, who obviously was not going to say we had been doing it, and neither was I. Then, I was shocked at the Doctor's next lengthy statement. She looked at mom and said, "Marge, I want you to know I am also a sex therapist and counsellor as well as a medical doctor. I see many different types of people who visit me in that capacity, and who tell me all kinds of sexual fantasies and fetishes. So nothing surprises me anymore. And of course the relationships between a sex counsellor and the client is completely confidential." "Er..yes...I understand that," replied mom, slightly confused. "So what I am try to say, is that one possible solution to the fact that Jacob has no girlfriend currently is ..," Dr Taylor paused, "For you to perhaps go a little further in helping him with his treatment, if you know what I mean." I saw a streak of red run across mom's neck and cheeks as she realised what the doctor had just suggested to her. I think I must have blushed too. Mom stayed silent. My dick twitched again. Then trying to be more reassuring, Dr Taylor said, "As I mentioned, the relationship between a doctor and the patient is strictly confidential. I can only suggest what is best for the patient and it would go no further than between us, if it helps Jacob get over his little problem, or until he meets a fine young girl in the future hopefully." Dr Taylor smiled as she finished the sentence. Mom regained her composure a little and said, "Er...yes...I see what you mean doctor. I shall have to think about it." She obviously didn't feel comfortable enough to tell the doctor we had already fucked! "However, I have an alternative option," continued Dr Taylor. "Over the years during the course of my sexual counselling, I have seen a number of women, similar to your age Marge, who also have certain sexual issues and problems because their husbands' can no longer perform sexually. I have handful of such women on my books now. All they require is to have sexual intercourse once or twice a week to help them overcome their problems. Dr Taylor paused. Then continuing, she said, "I Also have a number of men a little older than Jacob -- in their early twenties, who also come to see me with their sexual problems, for example, shyness in approaching women, or lack of experience in the sex act, and require just some initial guidance and prompt in the right direction. Now, being a 'hands on' type of sex counsellor, what I do, with the permission of all involved, is, I link up these young men to these older women, who have their husbands' permission of course. And so the young men can resolve their sexual issues and gain some confidence, whist at the same time satisfying these mature ladies. It is a 'win, win' situation. The key is also that before I link up the young men to the mature, experienced women, I make sure both parties are completely free of any infection or STDs, so that they are able to enjoy themselves to the fullest extent, without worry. And I do follow up checks too. So what I am saying, Marge, is if you feel unable to help, I could link Jacob up to one or two of these ladies I know." As the doctor had been speaking, and what she had been saying sunk in, my dick had become semi hard. I couldn't quite believe my ears. Dr Taylor could put me in touch with some older ladies of mom's age for me to fuck to help cure my problem! Fuck! I thought mom would blow up either in embarrassment or rage at the idea, but strangely enough when I looked over at her to see her reaction, see seemed quite calm. If anything, calmer than when the doctor had started talking. "I see," mom replied. "Well, Dr Taylor, I am so pleased to have chosen you as our doctor, as I can see your approach to treatment is very 'hands on' as you put it, and you have the best interests of the patient at heart, even if the treatments are slightly unusual. I'm also glad that you are so frank with us in your explaining the situation, and offering an alternative solution. I shall have to think this all over, as it is quite a lot to take in. But at least we know what's wrong with poor Jacob," mom paused, looking at me, "And how best we might be able to help him." Mom smiled back at the doctor now, clearly much less tense and more relaxed in her chair. Mom's reaction surprised me and my dick was still snaking around in my pants at the thought of all these suggestions. I was trying to hide it by holding my hands over my crotch! "Good," replied Dr Taylor beaming back at mom. "I'm so glad we have an understanding." Then looking at me, Dr Taylor said, " I hope you will feel comfortable with the suggested treatment Jacob and not feel shy. I'm sure you will appreciate it." I thought I detected a glint in her eyes as she spoke to me. I decide to play all innocent and I piped up, "Er...yes.... sure Dr Taylor, anything that helps me get over my problem." Then, feeling a little braver and to add a touch of spice to the conversation, so that Dr Taylor might perhaps think I was more of a man than she knew, I added, "It has been quite nice and relieving at times when mom has been helping me, so I'm sure help in other ways from mom and from other ladies might be good too." I definitely saw a sparkle in the doctor's eyes this time as I spoke, and my dick twitched again. "Very good," replied Dr Taylor. "Now, Marge, you have a think about what I've said and let me know how you might want to proceed. And remember this is all completely confidential between us only." "Thank you, Dr Taylor," replied mom. "Now, before you go today, I do need just one final test to perform which is to take a fresh sample of semen from Jacob. Once the treatment I've just suggested to you has been started I will also have to take fresh semen samples twice a week as we monitor progress through regular semen tests and blood tests. You no longer have to take daily cum measurements from Jacob now. Is that ok?" I felt relieved we didn't have to use the semen beaker at home again, but I think I must have not been listening properly to the first part of what the doctor had said as mom asked, "You mean you would like a sample now from Jacob?" and looking a little perturbed again. "Yes. That shouldn't be a problem should it? Do you feel you can provide me with one Jacob?" "Er.. yes," I said.." I guess so." The truth was, aside from being semi hard already, hearing what the doctor had suggested, my balls were aching a bit, and cumming was just what I needed, as I'd only cum once that morning with mom helping me. "Good," replied Dr Taylor. "Excuse me one moment." Dr Taylor picked up the phone and said, "Cynthia, as Mrs Addiington and Jacob are the last patients for the day, and it's almost 5pm, you can go home now. I won't be needing your assistance further today." I realised Cynthia must have been the name of the hot looking receptionist. Dr Taylor listened to a reply and then said,. "That's right, we'll be fine. Have a nice evening - bye," and put the phone down. "Right, would you like to follow me to my inner consulting room?" Dr Taylor got up and beckoned us to follow. I had not noticed another door in the doctor's room on the first visit, but the doctor led us to the far side of the room where there was indeed another door. She opened it and we all went in. The doctor then closed the door and bolted it from the inside. "I like to make sure we have absolute privacy," she said. "Welcome to my inner consulting room. This is where I see clients who have sexual issues or problems of various sorts, and I try to counsel them and help them resolve these issues." As I looked around the room I noticed it had a much more cosy and informal feel to it compared to the doctors main consulting room. This was more homely and even intimate. There were matching lampshades, a luxurious beige carpet with a large roomy leather sofa and a separate sofa chair. At one end of the room a very comfortable looking milky chocolate coloured leather bound couch/examination table was placed in the centre space so you could walk around it, where I guessed people could lie down. There was also a door to another room attached to this one! As I entered the room, for some reason my hard on had gone down completely. Perhaps it was the thought of what I might have to do in front of the doctor, rather than in private with mom, which is what I was used to. "Now, Marge, I've brought you in here too because I thought it would be better if you might like to help your son produce his semen sample, like you have been doing at home. I would like to watch and assist if you wouldn't mind so I can make sure everything is in order from a physiological point of view. Is that ok with you both?" "I guess so," said mom, but I could see she was a little embarrassed. I just nodded. "Now Jacob, see that door -- that goes to a bathroom. I'd like you to be nice and clean, so would you like to take off your pants and underwear in there, leave your t-shirt on, and give yourself a good wash of your privates, wrap yourself in a towel, and then come back out here. I nodded again and walked over to the bathroom door. Dr Taylor asked mom to sit down and offered her a soft drink. "Jacob before you go, would you like a drink too?" "Just water is fine," I said. I went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Fuck! I couldn't believe this was happening! The bathroom was very nicely fitted with a bath and separate shower cubicle, and luxury tiles on the walls and floor. Next to the wash basin were a number of cream coloured towels of different sizes. I took off my trousers and boxer shorts and gave my dick and balls a good wash using a small towel and soap. Then I rinsed myself off by wetting another small towel, and finally dried myself using a larger one. The large one was big enough to go around my waist, so I wrapped the towel around my hips and walked back into the room where Dr Taylor and mom were waiting. "Excellent," said Dr Taylor as she saw me come in. I took a sip of my water which she handed me in a glass. "Please lie down on the couch over there, and we'll join you. Keep your towel over you for now." I did as instructed. My dick was completely soft now - my earlier arousal had completely gone! I lay down on the couch, which was in the centre area of the end of the room so that people could walk around it, with my t-short still on, and the towel covering me from below. The couch was very comfortable and had a high back so as I lay there I could almost sit up. Mom and Dr Taylor came over. Dr Taylor was holding a semen-measuring beaker like the one she had given us to take home. "Just relax now Jacob. I'll just ask your mom to take a sample like she does at home." Dr Taylor then lowered the head end of the couch a little so as I was lying, my back was about at 30 degrees, and I could relax my back and head. "Right Marge, just do whatever you normally do to get the sample from Jacob at home. I assume you masturbate his penis into the beaker?" "Er.. yes, that's right," said mom, not giving much away. Mom stood on one side of me and Dr Taylor stood on the other as I lay on the couch. Mom pulled the towel way from my crotch and legs to reveal my dick. I was now naked from the waist down. I could sense Dr Taylor looking at me dick intently. Mom started to stroke my dick to try to get some life into it. I was still limp. And I thought I should say something about that. "Sorry, I think maybe because I'm in a strange place, I'm not worked up enough just yet," I said truthfully. "Marge, do you provide any stimulation for your son? For example, do you let him touch you?" Mom hesitated for a moment. I could sense she was unsure just how much to let on. Then she said. "Well sometimes I do. I let him touch my bottom and sometimes my breasts too, as that can help him to cum quicker." "Well don't let me stop you then. Just do what you normally do," said Dr Taylor encouragingly. Mom turned her ass towards me a little and I started to caress it through her skirt. My dick responded a little, but I was still not really getting properly hard. "I think perhaps you need some more stimulation," said Dr Taylor, after watching this for a few minutes, and seeing I was still not getting properly hard. "Tell me Marge, do you let Jacob see you partly undressed?" I knew mom was fighting her feelings not to tell the doctor too much, but to my surprise at her openness she finally said "Well as you been so frank and open with us doctor, I will also be honest with you and say yes. Occasionally, I have let Jacob see my breasts and my bottom. But I would always wear some panties to cover my crotch area," she added, lying. She obviously didn't feel comfortable to reveal any more just yet! "Well, may I suggest you remove your top and skirt in that case so Jacob can be properly stimulated? I think he does need more help, poor thing," said Dr Taylor sympathetically. Mom stopped wanking me and started to unbutton her white blouse. She then took it off, revealing a white full cup bra underneath. Then, she unzipped her skirt from the side and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing quite conservative white panties underneath which didn't reveal much of the flesh of her ass. She picked up her skirt and placed it on the sofa with her blouse. She was now wearing just her white panties and bra with black medium height heels. She came back over to me, and not looking at Dr Taylor, perhaps to avoid eye contact because of how she was now dressed in front of me, pulled her panties into her ass crack partly, so as to make her ass look more sexy, and then began stroking my dick again. "That's quite a nice touch, to make you look more stimulating," said Dr Taylor pointing to what mom had done with her panties in pushing the fabric into her ass crack. "Well, he does like bottoms a lot, so he tells me," replied mom, to my surprise, revealing one of my likes. "Well that's quite natural," said Dr Taylor smiling at me. I started stroking mom's ass again, which was now looking much more alluring, but Dr Taylor looking on at me from one side was not helping my erection still. I think the doctor noticed my discomfort. "I think we need to do something else here if we are to get you going young man," she said. "I did say I was the type of sexual counsellor who believes in a hands on approach, so what I can do if you like is to stand nearer you Jacob, and you may also touch my bottom lightly through the material of my skirt, as you like bottoms so much. Are you ok with that Marge?" "Er... yes, sure." replied mom. Dr Taylor removed her white coat to reveal surprisingly low cut beige blouse and dark brown knee length skirt underneath. She came and stood next to me about level with my chest so my right hand could reach her ass. She was much rounder in shape than mom, and more of a bubble butt, I noticed, despite her chubbiness. "Now don't be shy young man, you can squeeze and feel my bottom as you like whilst your mom does her bit." I couldn't quite believe this was happening. With my left hand I was feeling up mom's ass cheeks as she stood in her underwear to my left and with my other hand I was stoking Dr Taylor's ass through the material of her skirt as she stood to my right! My dick started to become hard and responsive finally, although I still felt a little awkward. Dr Taylor placed the semen beaker on the couch so mom could get hold of it in time. Then to my surprise mom said. "Dr Taylor I hope you won't mind, but I'm going remove my bra so Jacob can see my boobs. That normally does the trick at home." "Well, I am glad to hear you have such an informal arrangement," replied Dr Taylor looking more pleased now. Mom unclasped her bra and threw it on the sofa. Her glorious, full, melon like globes with large brown areole came into full view. Mom's thick nipples looked exceedingly tempting and suckable. "And I must say you have a very fine pair of boobs," said Dr Taylor seeing them in their glory. "Thank you." Before going back to working on my dick mom lent over my face so her boobs were in reach of my mouth. I don't think she had planned to do this but just did it instinctively. Seeing this, Dr Taylor said, "And I see you let him suck you too. Excellent! That should really do the trick. Look!" Dr Taylor pointed at my dick, which was now fully hard, as I had taken mom's juicy tit into my mouth as she let her boobs fall over and stroke my face, and she saw it's full length and hardness now for the first time. "Jacob, you do have a fine erection. I am going to call it a cock if you don't mind, as I think it is easier to help you to cum if we use more common words." Dr Taylor keenly looked at my hard on, and licked her lips, and I could see she wanted to touch it. "Can I make a suggestion?" she said. "Go on," said mom. "How about if you stand over Jacob like you are and let him play and suck on your fine boobs, and I collect the semen sample? It may make things easier," said Dr Taylor. "Sounds ok to me, " said mom. "You ok with that Jacob?" I nodded. It would be good to have another woman's hands on my dick. I was started to feel much more relaxed being in the doctor's presence now, as she seemed to be enjoying what we were doing too. She moved over to my left where mom had been standing and mom came over to the right of me, still leaning over me slightly so I could suck and play with her boobs or ass with one hand. Dr. Taylor started to wank me. The feel of her hand on my dick was quite exquisite and her technique arousing. She was clearly an expert in this from the way she was stroking me! My dick was now at full stretch, but I did not feel like cumming just yet. "May I touch your bottom again Dr Taylor?" I said, feeling brave. Without saying anything, Dr Taylor angled her ass back at me so I could reach it, and I started to grope at her fleshy ass cheeks through he material of her skirt. "That's right. Feel my ass young man and cum for me," said Dr Taylor as she continued to wank me, whilst I felt up her butt. At that moment I would have loved it if either mom or Dr Taylor had given my dick a quick suck. But I did not feel brave enough to go so far as to suggest that. Mom then surprised me again by saying, "Let me use my boobs on his cock for a moment. That should do it finally." Mom moved down the couch a little so she was now opposite to Dr Taylor a who let go of my dick, and let mom wank me with her boobs as she held them tightly around my prick and moved up and down. Dr Taylor looked on pleasingly. "I'm so glad to see you are so free with each other in this way," she said. Seeing mom do what she was doing to me in front of the doctor triggered something off inside my head, and I started to get extremely aroused now at the idea of mom sexually pleasuring me in front of someone. I'd gone from being very shy about it initially, to now getting really turned on by it, and I felt the cum rise in my balls. "I'm gonna' cum in a minute if you carry on like that." I said out loud. Mom continued wanking me between her fleshy tit mounds for another minute or so and then stopped and let Dr Taylor take over. The doctor grabbed the semen beaker in one hand and started pumping my dick hard up and down. She was just in time as after just few strokes I came, gushing into the semen beaker. "Ahhhhh.. AHH... OOOOOHHH," I shouted out as I came, jerking my hips upwards several times as I did so. Dr Taylor continued to expertly hold my cock and pump me until my cum waves subsided and she'd collected all my cum in the beaker. I pushed my head back against the couch and closed my eyes, enjoying the high of my orgasm as the doctor's hand still held my dick, and mom stood topless, wearing just her panties, next to her. Fuck, that was so good!
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It all started my Senior year of high school. My friend, Justin, and I were in the band program, and he decided to introduce me to an incoming freshman. Her name was Shannon. She was tall (about 5’8”), slim, and very attractive. She was the type of girl that all the guys flirted with. Though I was in a relationship at the time, the moment I laid eyes on her, I thought she was one of the most gorgeous females I had seen. ‘ One day, ’ I thought, ‘ I might have a chance with her. ’ About one year later, I found myself no longer as close of friends with Justin, which was to blame on him and I attending different schools. I was starting to hang out with Shannon a little more, but mainly late at night when my friends and I would decide to hang out with her. One day, while txting Shannon, we began to plan hanging out and going to a movie. Since it was getting late, we couldn’t go that same night so we made these plans for another day. Finally the day arrived, and I was looking forward to the movie all day. Though I was a bit nervous, I reassured myself it wasn’t a date, and that nothing would probably happen. While I was right at first, we found ourselves going to yet another movie. During this movie, we passed the time flirting and throwing ice cubes at each other. This was starting to get good! We walked home to get my car, then drove out to get some food. After picking up a few cheeseburgers, I went to take Shannon home. At this time, I presented the idea that maybe she could stay the night with me at my dad’s house, and I could take her home in the morning. We made up a cover story to tell her mom, telling her that Shannon was going to stay the night at a girlfriend’s house. After all was cleared, we dropped my car off at my mother’s house and started walking with our food to my dad’s house. As we were walking, we spotted a picnic table, where we could sit down, eat, and talk. We talked for a long time, and I was enjoying every minute of it. As I turned, I noticed the sprinklers near the picnic table were turned on, and I had convinced her to go play around in the sprinklers with me. We wrestled, got soaked, and decided it was time to walk the rest of the way to my dad’s house. When we arrived at my dad’s house, we went inside and changed into dry clothes, then sat down in my bedroom and started talking for a little bit. Then, we decided to take my dad’s car, and return to the park to play in the sprinklers again. I decided to put on some athletic shorts, but I forgot to put boxers on underneath. We went to the park, and as we were wrestling, soaking wet and cold, Shannon got really close to me. I wanted so bad to lean forward and kiss her, but as I thought of this, my dick started getting harder. Fearful that she might notice, I turned myself slightly, and continued to splash her with water. When the sprinklers got boring, we decided to go swimming, since we were wet anyways. We went swimming for about 15 minutes, then decided to drive back to my house. After arriving at my house, we changed into our sleep attire, and went to my room. She laid down on my bed, which was only a twin sized bed, and I sat on the ground next to the bed. To my surprise, she gestured for me to lay next to her, and said “there’s enough room, don’t be afraid.” So I got up and laid with my head right next to hers. I yawned, and she asked “Are you tired already?”. “No,” I said. “not when I have a girl like you in my bed!” “Well what do you want to do?” she asked. “Truth or Dare?” I asked her. “Dare!” Shannon said. “What?!? you can’t choose dare on the first turn! nobody does that!” I said. “Well I do!” so I thought, ‘ well gee, this should be easy ’... and it was then that I said “I dare you to take off your bra” “The bra AND shirt? or just the bra?” she asked, as she sat up to begin removing the clothing. “Just the bra... for now” I said, trying to make this game last a while. When it came to my turn, she told me to take off my pajama pants, and I obliged with no hesitation. We continued daring each other to remove articles of clothing, until we were both laying there naked, on my bed, in my dark room. She then asked me “Truth or Dare?” “Dare- this is getting good!” I said. “Okay, I dare you to kiss me” said Shannon “okay, how?” I asked, inferring if she meant just on the lips, or with tongue. She responded “I don’t care- however you want to” so I leaned over and found her lips with mine, and slowly began making out with her. I did this for a short period of time, and then laid back down. I then asked if she wanted to choose a truth or a dare, and when she chose dare, I told her to do the same dare as me. She leaned over me and began to make out with me, starting gently, and then gradually increasing the intensity of the kiss. My hand started feeling it's way around her body, and as I pulled my lips away from hers, I asked, “Do we really need to keep the dares going?” “I guess not” she said, and started kissing me again. At this, I decided it was time to have fun. I gradually slipped my finger into her pussy, hearing a moan as I did so. I began fingering her as we made out, and I tried fitting a second finger in her, but found it very difficult because of her extremely tight pussy. I then got on top of her, and kissed her body lower and lower down to her stomach. I was now facing her very neatly groomed pubic region, and I dove straight in, delighted by the smell of her womanhood. I continued to eat her out for sometime, stopping a little bit to readjust myself, and then continued. I then went back up on her, and she got on top of me and began giving me head. This was the best blow job I had ever received, and I felt myself close to cumming very fast, because of her precision. I didn’t want to cum just yet, so I pulled her up, and began fingering her again. She then turned around so that her back was facing me, and I took no time sliding my lubricated cock into her cunt. She let out a loud moan, and I began working my way deeper and deeper inside her. When her lips covered my entire shaft down to the base, I began pulling out and pushing back in. This turned into a rhythmic thrusting as I was using my hand to push her hips back into me. I then started using my hand to explore her beautiful body, feeling every inch of her silky smooth skin. ‘ This is the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt! ’ I thought to myself, as the feeling moved from my dick through my entire body. I lifted her off of me and we changed positions with her on top. As she was riding me, I met her body with thrusts of my own. My hand continued worshipping her body, squeezing her breasts and wrapping around her body. I felt myself almost ready to cum, so we changed positions yet again, and I began fucking her doggy style. As I neared climax, my body tingled all over and I pulled my dick out of her wet slit and shot my load of cum into a t-shirt that I had grabbed from nearby. I had just experienced the best sex I had ever gotten, and it was with the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on! After we finished, we both got back on the bed, and I stroked her hair as she fell asleep in my arms.
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Chapter Six: Mothers, Sons and Lovers In the end, Jason Jackson's arms remained in plaster for a further two weeks, a total of six altogether. The news of their removal was greeted by an enormous sigh of relief and then elation for the young man. But the elation and relief was immediately replaced by a sense of dismay and disbelief, because when the casts were actually taken off Jason was shocked to see his once muscular and tanned arms looking a pale washed-out yellow, shrivelled and skinny. Where had his lovely toned biceps gone? It was an ugly and miserable spectacle, and after the elation of his new-found freedom, he became resentful and tearful, almost suicidal. "Yes, I know, it's sometimes a shock when the plasters are first taken off," said the nurse, sensing Jason's sudden change of mood. "You expect everything to be as before... and as we can see..." She was rubbing the feeling back into his arms. "It will be a little while yet before you get the strength and muscle tone back. You'll need to exercise your arms every day, but don't rush things. At first you'll be surprised how weak they feel, in fact they won't feel like your arms at all for the first couple of days. But don't worry... they'll soon be as good as new again." The nurse went over to a printer next to the PC on her desk. "I've run off a course of exercises for you. If you follow these sensibly, you shouldn't have any problems getting back to normal. Just don't think you can start right back doing all the things you were able to do before the accident... all right? And I shall want to see you in a week's time." Mrs Jackson drove her son home. He was quiet in the car. She tried to make conversation and was puzzled by his mood, but sensed his disappointment and decided it best to just drive and keep to herself. "My fucking arms look like fucking shit, Mum!" he said at last, as they turned into their home street. "Oh, you are speaking to me, then?" "And they're still useless." "What do you mean, useless?" "What do you think I mean? Useless is fucking useless, isn't it?" "What are you saying then..? That I've still got to assist you? Wank you off still?" Carol stifled a grin. Instantly, she bit her tongue and regretted her flippancy. But Jason had already begun to laugh and suddenly they were laughing together like it was all a big joke, and in a way, it was. At least the suffocating tension had been broken. Carol stopped the car outside the house and they got out. Jason's dark mood seemed to have lightened and his mother breathed a little easier. "I mean, have a look, Mum... Don't they just look fucking awful? I've got the arms of a ninety-year-old now." He was flexing them, trying to raise them up as they walked up the garden path, but the nurse had been right... they did feel like they didn't belong to him. They hurt like hell and there was no strength in them. "I mean, for ages I haven't been able to do sod-all with them. And now..." "You still can't do sod-all, right?" His mother smiled. "But there is an upside, Jay..." "Yeah, what would that be then, Mum?" Carol was putting the key in the door, turning the lock. They went inside and she closed the door behind them. She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. "I'll still have to see to you for a while then, won't I? Just till you get your strength back." "I suppose you will, Mother." "Now give Mummy a big mushy kiss. It's so nice to have you back to normal." "Hardly normal, Mum." "Well, as long as you're still too weak to push me away, I don't care. Give me a kiss." And suddenly his mother's lips were upon his in an embrace like they had never shared before. It seemed no natural to be doing so. Jason could only manage to put his arms around her waist as she continued to hold him to her. He felt her breasts pressing into his midriff as she tightened her hold on him. And then something happened that almost made him recoil in surprise, yet wasn't totally unexpected. Her tongue slid between his lips, thrusting forcefully between his teeth and insinuated itself in his mouth. Jason's stomach did a flip-flop, his mother's tongue sliding and swirling against his own. After all the things that had happened between them – the helping with his toilet, the tossing-off, the fantastic blow job – somehow this one act, a special kiss with his mother, seemed to surpass everything that had gone before. It was far more daring, exciting and erotic by its nature of closeness and intimacy, than even the sexual acts had been. It was as if a significant step forward had taken place in their relationship, a shift in emphasis and status, a symbolic commitment of true love between mother and son. And as he yielded and reciprocated his mother's kisses, so the silent tears of emotion came to his eyes and his body began to tremble. "Come on. We should both be happy," she said, finally releasing him and drawing back so she could focus on his face. She took her arms from around his neck and wiped away, first his tears, then the smear of lipstick from his mouth. Then she held on to the strangely soft flesh of his forearms and smiled lovingly into his liquid eyes. "So why don't I make us a nice cup of tea? I've got some chocolate digestive biscuits too... your favourite. Tonight we'll celebrate not only your freedom, but ours too. We'll get pissed together with a bottle of wine and some beers. What do you say, tiger?" "I reckon that'll be just fucking great, Mother." They embraced again and Carol backed her son up against the front door. She felt around Jason's bulging crotch with a hunger and urgency that surprised even them. Mrs Jackson slid her son's zip down in one smooth movement and freed his cock, already semi-erect with the turning tide of hot blood. She kissed him tenderly before saying. "I think we both know where this is leading, Jay... and speaking for myself... I cannot fight it anymore." And she slid down his body until she was on her knees and eye-to-eye with his bobbing prick. She looked up into his face, meeting his brown eyes that were almost black with lust. "I'm going to give you such a blow job, young man." "Oh fuck, Mother! Suck me off hard, you little tart. I love you." "I love you too, darling." And she brought him to a superbly intense climax inside 60 seconds which filled her mouth with her son's lovely cum. Jason's legs buckled and he slid down against the front door until he too was on his knees and face to face with his mother. And together they shared a champagne kiss, his mother transferring half the load to Jason's mouth so that he could enjoy the taste also. Temporarily exhausted, Jason slumped forward and his mother cradled his head against her warm, aching bosom and ran her fingers through his sweat-tousled hair. "Tonight, my rutty boy," she said after a moment. "You are going to fuck me. It's high time you and I became properly acquainted!" *** That night, in front of the telly, Jason and his mother snuggled up on the sofa. Carol had just started on her second bottle of wine. Jason was on his fifth bottle of mini-bud that he was drinking through two straws. It was more comfortable that way. They were watching Mamma Mia on DVD. Jason was in his jim-jams, black shorts and grey tee-shirt because he felt more comfortable than being in jeans and underpants. His mother had elected to wear a very sexy red tartan skirt that left little to the imagination. Up top she had on a skimpy white sweater which showed the shape of her superb breasts beautifully. A pair of white ankle-socks and white trainers gave her a nice 'innocent-yet-tarty' look. They were both feeling nice and comfortable, and pleasantly sozzled. Carol put her drink on the side and took Jason's bud from him and put that on the side also. She held his right hand between hers and caressed it, lovingly as well as maternally. She was sitting on his left and lolled against his shoulder as a feeling of light-headedness kicked in. "So what's it like getting sucked off by your mother?" Jason laughed at her boldness. "It's really hot, Mum. You're just fantastic, and I still can't believe it." "You do fancy me, don't you, Jay?" "Course, yeah. You're really great, Mum. You give me a hard-on every time you're near me." "Do I really?" "Yeah, straight up! All my mates call you a MILF, a scrummy-mummy. And I love your smell, Mum." "What, my perfume?" "Yeah... that too." "What do you mean, that too?" "Well, I like your other smells too." "Do you?" "Yeah, you know... your natural scent?" Carol laughed. "Natural scent? What would that be then?" "Well, you know... your... natural smell." "Well, come on then, tell me." "I am telling you." "What do I smell of then?" "I can't explain it. Just nice smells. I used to sniff your knickers when I was at school." Jason blushed. "What... in the classroom, you mean?" "No, don't be daft. I mean when I was that age." "What..? You mean you used to take them out of my drawer, you naughty boy?" "Sometimes, yeah. But mostly out of the wash-basket. The ones you'd been wearing that day." "You filthy pig." "Oh, don't say that, Mum?" "Well what am I supposed to say? Did they look nice on you?" Carol laughed, and put Jason's hand halfway up the inside of her thigh, but still below her hemline. He looked at their hands, flat together, against her bare tanned leg. "I didn't wear them." "I bet you did." "I didn't... well, maybe once or twice." Jason giggled. "Just to get the feel, you know." "Yeah, see? I knew it. I used to suspect it at the time, but I never said anything. What else did you do?" "I just used to sniff them." "What, put them over your head?" "No, just smell them, you know... the gusset." "Ooh-er!" Carol laughed. "It was lovely, Mum. It used make me get a real hard-on." "You didn't wank into them too, did you?" "Sometimes." "Err! What a mucky little pup you were." "Still am, Mum." Carol was encouraging her son's hand to move higher up her leg. She felt confident now that when she took her hand away, Jason's would remain to explore her further. She was right. "Would you like to smell them again? The ones I've got on?" "What, you mean right now?" "When you're ready. Why not? Bring back some nice memories for you." "Oh Mum, I'd really love to. That would be such a turn-on. By the way, what does my cum taste like?" "You should know. I let you have a taste... remember?" "I don't know how you can swallow all that stuff." "I didn't. You had half." "Oh yeah, that's what it was. I thought your kiss tasted kind of funny." Jason's hand was now under his mother's tartan skirt, almost to the top of her thigh. Her skin felt wonderfully soft and pliant. He noticed how, the higher his hand went up her skirt, the more humid the atmosphere became. It was as if his hand was advancing towards a seething pit of serpents. "I had a really weird dream the other day, Mum?" "What about?" "It was a fucking nightmare, I tell you. I couldn't mention it at the time. I dreamed I was back in hospital and... well, to cut a long story short, a doctor and two nurses were milking me for my sperm. I remember the big old nurse saying that they would make sure there was none left for my mother." "Well, I think we can prove her wrong, can't we?" He was suddenly aware that his hand now lay almost on her cunt and he felt strangely self-conscious about it, like he had suddenly realised how far he'd come and there was fear and doubt in his mind. There had been a few times with girls his own age where he'd got this far only for them to stop him, slapping his wrists, admonishing and belittling him, not allowing him to venture further. He would feel frustrated and angry and resent them. Nature was cruel like that. Hold the carrot out and then snatch it away; that was her game in life. For a moment he feared history may repeat itself. But this was his mother, a fully mature woman in the best and most beautiful years of her life, not some immature floozy with designs on getting a ring on her finger in exchange for a bunk-up. She would not thwart or humiliate him. What could be better than sex with your own mother, especially one as attractive as his? And you didn't really have to worry about getting a mum pregnant either. A mum could take care of herself; a mum would know all the little wrinkles and dodges to keep her out of trouble. A mum knows best, and especially what's best for her son. Needs must, Mrs Jackson. A mother's intuition. It always comes to the fore in times of adversity. His hand was now spread across his mother's warm crotch. His heart beat like a tom-tom. She made no attempt to stop him. She just sort of moaned inwardly and lolled heavily against him. She breathed into his ear: "I'd like you to be really naughty with Mummy, Jay." "In what way?" "I'd like you to... I'd like you to lick me off, you bad, rude boy." She giggled. "Would you like to please Mummy that way? You can have a nice sniff of my panties first to get you in the mood." Jason's heart almost skipped a beat in astonishment. Had his mother actually said what he thought he'd heard her say? Her skirt had risen enough to show a flash of her pure white cotton knickers, erotic in their simplicity, provocative in their cleanliness and beckoning from the darkness within like a temptress in the shadows. He pressed the light material against her, feeling the springiness of her lush bush beneath. Here was his mistress, his nemesis, the thing that brought him into the world and would now humble him into submission, consume him and quite possibly consign him forever to hell. Carol positioned herself so that her legs were astride him and she was lying back on the arm of the sofa. Jason continued to run his fingers across her warm pantied crotch, probing gently into the soft folds and crevices, familiarising himself with the geography and physiology of his mother's sacred domain. Her skirt was now up around her waist, the dark shadowed 'V' of her pubis visible through the brilliant white cotton. Her crotch was damp, humid like the atmosphere of a glasshouse. A strong scent wafted from her, a reek of expectation and excitement that signalled her desire, the desire to be possessed by her own flesh and blood. Jason felt his mother's hands on the back of his head, urging him towards her. For a moment the scent of her reminded him of those days when he'd held her soiled panties to his nose and devoured his mother's essence. But this scent was now, today, it was real, alive and cloying, drawing him down so that now his nose rested on her cunt. He breathed her in deeply, allowing her odour to permeate his being. He nuzzled her with the tip of his nose and felt her legs flex in response. He noticed that depending on where he touched her, there was a variation in responses that acted like a road map for him. Her smell was warm and divine, a musky, talcy, vaguely fishy essence that made his cock like throbbing rock. Between his mouth and nose and his mother's cunt, there was only a millimetre of cotton fabric. It would only now be a matter of sliding them down. It was easy because she raised her legs into the air so that he could slide them off. He sniffed the panties before tossing them onto the floor. His mother made herself convenient and available for the attentions of her son's mouth, his lips and his tongue. She remained with her legs elevated, her hands behind her knees, supporting the weight. This had the effect of displaying all her naked charms in a lewd and provocative way. Her cunt and even her arsehole were presented to him in a way that was at the same time shameless and shameful. The cocktail of scents, woman odours, emanated from her twin orifices and imbued him with lust and passion. He used his fingers to open her, parting her lips like the petals of a beautiful pink rose and marvelled at the glistening flesh within. There was a faint odour of drying pee on her pubes. It was irresistible and soon his tongue was gliding along her lush pink gash, running up and down the full length while his mother made little sighs and inward moaning sounds. As he ran his lips and tongue up and down the length of his mother's slit, sucking her here and there, he heard her breathless voice imploring him: "Do my bottom as well, darling." And Jason obeyed without question, his libido and lust was cranked right up. His tongue located his mother's smaller hole. It had a dry feel and taste, quite tart. But he slicked it up, using his hands to part her buttocks and expose more of it. Soon his tongue slithered inside the tight hole and he worked it round, opening and relaxing her. The taste of her arsehole was in stark contrast to her cunt. This little orifice was dry and bitter, yet somehow so naughty and exciting - the forbidden hole. Whatever it was, his mother left him in no doubt of the pleasure she was receiving from it. "Now do my clitty, darling." And he watched as her forefinger traced along her slit and located it for him somewhere near the top of her vagina, releasing it from the protective shroud of flesh. It stood out, exposed like an embarrassed, inflamed morsel of flesh. When he attended it with soft lips and swirling tongue, his mother's body moved in harmony, guiding him into giving her the luscious, almost electric sensations. Her breathing became rapid, almost ragged, and her soft sighs more frequent and urgent. Her syrup and honey slicked his tongue, surrounded his mouth. He drank the intoxicating liquid from his mother's furry cup. Each stab of the tongue was met by a corresponding flexing of the legs, an arching of the back, or a mournful sigh. But suddenly she was tearing at his hair. "No, no!" He heard her voice saying. And she was pulling his head away by a handful of hair with one hand, and at his shorts with the other, ripping them down as if there was an urgency that had to be addressed immediately. "I need your cock in me now, darling. Please be quick. You must fuck me now and we will cum together." And then he was inside her. It just seemed to happen. So perfectly naturally. No fuss or fumbling. It was unbelievable. Like a lovely all-consuming dream. His cock moved inside her, through the slick and the viscous, his pubis bumping with hers. He tore her top off, and worked his hands feverishly at the breasts still protected inside the Janet Raeger bra. But he would not be denied and this too he pushed up and away without any unfastening. Her breasts tumbled out like jellies from the mould, popping and flopping in front of him. Jason immersed himself in his mother's tits, sucking the pointing nipples and smothering himself in their womanhood and maternal comfort while his prick drove hard into her sopping cunt with a ferocity that made Carol grunt at the summit of each lancing thrust. He was very good. She was even better. And then the clawing of his back by the long red-varnished nails signalled that the moment was upon her. Her legs wrapped around his waist clamping her body to him, ensuring that there would be no escape from her intended goal. She piercing shriek hurt his ear, but any painful side effect was numbed by the intense orgasm that wracked his body. His sperm jetted into her womb with a force that threatened to leave his balls on the floor. His cum flowed from him in a seemingly never-ending molten gush. His mother's legs squeezed him, as did her vaginal muscles which held and constricted his cock, as if wringing from him every last drop of cum. And then it was done. They melted into one another, becoming whole. They lay wordless, breathing heavily for a few moments while they floated back to earth on beds of feathers where they fell asleep in each other's arms. Their love had been consummated, but was it with the blessing of God, or the Devil?
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It was two months later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience. All her memory would allow her was the momentary gap of light where his steely hazel eyes peered into her soul. It felt as if she was a semi-completed journal and he was all she needed to finish. It didn't bother Sheila one bit that she had woke up in the same bed she had been fucked to sleep in, that her ass tingled every time she thought of it or even that she had sex with a complete stranger and used no protection. In fact, she enjoyed all of those troubling signs and thought that night could have only gotten better. If only she could have lasted for a second round. A few hours later, Sheila found herself alone in the chemistry lab since her partner bailed half way through their independent study session. Books and notes were scattered every which way and Sheila was bent over the lab desk, writing in figures to apply to a formula. It had been relatively quiet until the door creaked open and slammed shut just as fast, making Sheila jump and knocking over almost all her books. She spun around and saw nobody was in the small room. After a deep breath she picked up her books and returned to work. Another fifteen minutes passed before the day took a turn for the better. It was about time to take a break when Sheila felt something brush up against her calves, like fingers. She squealed, looked down and around the lab desk, but there was nothing in sight. Just as she was about for brush it off, something tugged on her hair tie completely unraveling it, dropping her hair to its full length. She whipped her head around quickly, but there was still nothing there. What was happening was a little more than strange and Sheila wasn't looking forward to hanging around. She began to pack up, throwing papers in her bag to be organized later and stuffing the lab equipment wherever there was space. She had leaned forward to place the microscope in its spot when what felt like a hand pressed itself against her pelvis accompanied by a warm push of air that echoed past her ear before a set of teeth began nibbling. Immediately the night of the party rushed into her mind. These were those same teeth, the same hands on her waist and the same breathing pattern. The same shiver shot down her spine as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could already feel the iron hard bulge poking at the soft flesh between her legs as the mouth worked her ear over, weakening her knees. Sheila put her hands out on the counter in front of her for support. This afforded an opening for the hands. They slowly moved up her sides, stopping to pull her blouse out of her skirt. They proceeded to meet over her waist, and began to unbutton her shirt. The hands stopped halfway before ripping the shirt open the rest of the way. The buttons popped off one by one, each hitting against the assortment of microscopes Sheila leaned over for support. The hands caressed every inch of her exposed flesh, their soft touch leaving trails across her toned stomach. They traveled upward, reaching Sheila's bra. It was a red lace bra that closed in the front instead of the usual back clasp. Each hand took a breast and began to squeeze as the mouth began it's work on her neck, nibbling and circling her most sensitive spots with the tongue. Sheila could only stand there and bite her lip, trying to muffle any sounds she might make. Right outside that door was the entire science department and half of the overall administration staff. As if the job wasn't hard enough, one of the hands started the ominous trip south. Just as it reached her waist, it paused. She was suddenly spun around and a pair of the softest lips she had ever felt met hers. The faint scent of Burt's Bee's Mango graced her nosed and their tongues danced to the flavor of Strawberry Orbit. Sheila thought of opening her eyes, finally catching a glimpse of her unknown pursuer. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. A part of her deep down wanted it to be this way. He kissed her passionately, resting his hand at the base of her back to balance her. The kiss lasted several minutes and Sheila could feel herself getting damper by the second. There was no going back now, she wanted this and she would have it, all of it and would accept nothing less than the last performance. Sheila sought to even the experience by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing back, taking control. She felt a sudden rush as he submitted slightly, letting her tongue take charge. He reached up and pulled her shirt off making her break the momentary neck hold. The shirt fell to the floor and her bra joined it after the pop that signified the breaking of the front clasp. Sheila could care less about her broken clothing right now. She needed more now and it made no difference who walked in on it. She broke the kiss, dropping to a squatting position. As if she could see her target with her eyes still closed she wrapped her soft, full breast around his shaft. Sheila felt it jerk when she gave the top a short lick. She had only given head twice before and it was a memory that she hoped she would one day repress, but Sheila felt this time would be different. She had learned enough to be confident about her abilities. The taste this time was wonderful, everything she thought a well cleaned and maintained penis should taste like. It was a good musky, and he had definitely spritzed it with the best smelling cologne ever. Sheila wasted no time bobbing her head up and down, her tongue circling the tip as her soft cleavage massaged his length. She teased the tip with small licks and rewarded him with long treatments with her soft tongue. After a few minutes of progressively sloppier head, his hand came to rest upon her, grasping a fistful of hair and starting to control her speed. He slowly eased himself deeper into her mouth until Sheila began to realize she was deep-throating. She let him coax more and more of his length into her throat, even past the point where she felt she couldn't breathe. The pace quickened sharply as he pulled out and pushed in just past her lips. A torrent of his warm seed flooded her mouth and Sheila swished it around before swallowing. It was slightly salty but surprisingly sweet which left her with a craving for more. After she had swallowed it all she stood up and licked her lips. Sheila opened her eyes but no one was in front of her. She sighed at not getting the chance to see her mystery man but still content with the recent events. She cast her eyes across the lab room and saw the clock and giggled. Only fifteen minutes had passed in all that action. And with that thought, Sheila's skirt fell to the ground, show casing her silk red lace thong. Just as fast as her skirt had fallen, the sound of a chair moving across the floor echoed through the room and Sheila found herself sitting in her mystery mans lap. His dick felt hard as steel under her hot, wet folds through the thin fabric. Before she could order her thoughts, the hands had pulled her thong from her pussy. A thin strand of her juices were visible as they separated. The fingers of the stranger went to work quickly, expertly fingering her soaking snatch and arching her back with the gentle but firm circling of her clit. Her mind blanked and her jaw went slack. No thoughts formed in her head as wave after wave of pleasure erupted through her. He worked all of her best spots simultaneously as if she had come with a manual and it was driving her mad. Sheila couldn't wait any more, she needed him in her. She didn't care where. As if on cue, the man moved his hands to under her thighs and lifted Sheila just high enough to pick. She reached down and blindly aimed as he lowered her, the head of his cock head slipping into her sticky hole with no effort. A chill shot through her body as the intruder stretched her. It felt so much bigger than before and she was certain it was longer. The man wasted no time bouncing her on his shaft, burying himself as deep as possible with every stroke. A few thrust later and he stood and turned around, placing her so that her head was cradled against the chair. She was upside down and he could see it all. Sheila felt her face get hot and wished she still at least had a sock on. He withdrew halfway and drilled right back into her hot core with no mercy. Something in Sheila snapped as she completely let go. She could no longer control her voice as she howled out in pleasure. Every fiber of her being was exploding at once and all she could do was vocalize her pleasure. At this point, Sheila came, her pussy tightening so fast that it forced him out. Sheila squirted, showering the man in her nectar. He took this a sign to keep going. As soon as her juices stopped flowing he reinserted himself and picked her up and put her back against the door to the lab room. Leaning in with a soft tender kiss, his stroke was slow and gentle. It was a loving kind of stroke that almost every girl wants after an orgasm. She at this moment felt more loved by this stranger that anyone else to be in his position. Sheila began to open her eyes hoping to see his staring back into hers. Her lids lifted and those same steely hazel eyes peered back. She had gotten her wish and placed her head on his should as his stroke continued. Sheila wasn't sure when she had fell asleep, but when she came to, she was fully dressed. Her head resting on the same lab desk where it all started. She was fully dressed, all of her broken garments fixed and herself cloaked in a lab coat. A hand was shaking her, not quite as gently as her mystery lover. She looked up and saw that her lab partner had come back with her favorite take out. He was talking but Sheila couldn't hear any of it. All she noticed is that only 47 minutes had passed. A goofy smile crept across her face as she began to chow down. "I could get used to this."
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It was two months later and her mind was still busy with the still fresh memory of the party. A smile crept across her face as she remembered her first two orgasms since high school and tried to remember who had given her such a pleasurable experience. All her memory would allow her was the momentary gap of light where his steely hazel eyes peered into her soul. It felt as if she was a semi-completed journal and he was all she needed to finish. It didn't bother Sheila one bit that she had woke up in the same bed she had been fucked to sleep in, that her ass tingled every time she thought of it or even that she had sex with a complete stranger and used no protection. In fact, she enjoyed all of those troubling signs and thought that night could have only gotten better. If only she could have lasted for a second round. A few hours later, Sheila found herself alone in the chemistry lab since her partner bailed half way through their independent study session. Books and notes were scattered every which way and Sheila was bent over the lab desk, writing in figures to apply to a formula. It had been relatively quiet until the door creaked open and slammed shut just as fast, making Sheila jump and knocking over almost all her books. She spun around and saw nobody was in the small room. After a deep breath she picked up her books and returned to work. Another fifteen minutes passed before the day took a turn for the better. It was about time to take a break when Sheila felt something brush up against her calves, like fingers. She squealed, looked down and around the lab desk, but there was nothing in sight. Just as she was about for brush it off, something tugged on her hair tie completely unraveling it, dropping her hair to its full length. She whipped her head around quickly, but there was still nothing there. What was happening was a little more than strange and Sheila wasn't looking forward to hanging around. She began to pack up, throwing papers in her bag to be organized later and stuffing the lab equipment wherever there was space. She had leaned forward to place the microscope in its spot when what felt like a hand pressed itself against her pelvis accompanied by a warm push of air that echoed past her ear before a set of teeth began nibbling. Immediately the night of the party rushed into her mind. These were those same teeth, the same hands on her waist and the same breathing pattern. The same shiver shot down her spine as a soft moan escaped her lips. She could already feel the iron hard bulge poking at the soft flesh between her legs as the mouth worked her ear over, weakening her knees. Sheila put her hands out on the counter in front of her for support. This afforded an opening for the hands. They slowly moved up her sides, stopping to pull her blouse out of her skirt. They proceeded to meet over her waist, and began to unbutton her shirt. The hands stopped halfway before ripping the shirt open the rest of the way. The buttons popped off one by one, each hitting against the assortment of microscopes Sheila leaned over for support. The hands caressed every inch of her exposed flesh, their soft touch leaving trails across her toned stomach. They traveled upward, reaching Sheila's bra. It was a red lace bra that closed in the front instead of the usual back clasp. Each hand took a breast and began to squeeze as the mouth began it's work on her neck, nibbling and circling her most sensitive spots with the tongue. Sheila could only stand there and bite her lip, trying to muffle any sounds she might make. Right outside that door was the entire science department and half of the overall administration staff. As if the job wasn't hard enough, one of the hands started the ominous trip south. Just as it reached her waist, it paused. She was suddenly spun around and a pair of the softest lips she had ever felt met hers. The faint scent of Burt's Bee's Mango graced her nosed and their tongues danced to the flavor of Strawberry Orbit. Sheila thought of opening her eyes, finally catching a glimpse of her unknown pursuer. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. A part of her deep down wanted it to be this way. He kissed her passionately, resting his hand at the base of her back to balance her. The kiss lasted several minutes and Sheila could feel herself getting damper by the second. There was no going back now, she wanted this and she would have it, all of it and would accept nothing less than the last performance. Sheila sought to even the experience by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing back, taking control. She felt a sudden rush as he submitted slightly, letting her tongue take charge. He reached up and pulled her shirt off making her break the momentary neck hold. The shirt fell to the floor and her bra joined it after the pop that signified the breaking of the front clasp. Sheila could care less about her broken clothing right now. She needed more now and it made no difference who walked in on it. She broke the kiss, dropping to a squatting position. As if she could see her target with her eyes still closed she wrapped her soft, full breast around his shaft. Sheila felt it jerk when she gave the top a short lick. She had only given head twice before and it was a memory that she hoped she would one day repress, but Sheila felt this time would be different. She had learned enough to be confident about her abilities. The taste this time was wonderful, everything she thought a well cleaned and maintained penis should taste like. It was a good musky, and he had definitely spritzed it with the best smelling cologne ever. Sheila wasted no time bobbing her head up and down, her tongue circling the tip as her soft cleavage massaged his length. She teased the tip with small licks and rewarded him with long treatments with her soft tongue. After a few minutes of progressively sloppier head, his hand came to rest upon her, grasping a fistful of hair and starting to control her speed. He slowly eased himself deeper into her mouth until Sheila began to realize she was deep-throating. She let him coax more and more of his length into her throat, even past the point where she felt she couldn't breathe. The pace quickened sharply as he pulled out and pushed in just past her lips. A torrent of his warm seed flooded her mouth and Sheila swished it around before swallowing. It was slightly salty but surprisingly sweet which left her with a craving for more. After she had swallowed it all she stood up and licked her lips. Sheila opened her eyes but no one was in front of her. She sighed at not getting the chance to see her mystery man but still content with the recent events. She cast her eyes across the lab room and saw the clock and giggled. Only fifteen minutes had passed in all that action. And with that thought, Sheila's skirt fell to the ground, show casing her silk red lace thong. Just as fast as her skirt had fallen, the sound of a chair moving across the floor echoed through the room and Sheila found herself sitting in her mystery mans lap. His dick felt hard as steel under her hot, wet folds through the thin fabric. Before she could order her thoughts, the hands had pulled her thong from her pussy. A thin strand of her juices were visible as they separated. The fingers of the stranger went to work quickly, expertly fingering her soaking snatch and arching her back with the gentle but firm circling of her clit. Her mind blanked and her jaw went slack. No thoughts formed in her head as wave after wave of pleasure erupted through her. He worked all of her best spots simultaneously as if she had come with a manual and it was driving her mad. Sheila couldn't wait any more, she needed him in her. She didn't care where. As if on cue, the man moved his hands to under her thighs and lifted Sheila just high enough to pick. She reached down and blindly aimed as he lowered her, the head of his cock head slipping into her sticky hole with no effort. A chill shot through her body as the intruder stretched her. It felt so much bigger than before and she was certain it was longer. The man wasted no time bouncing her on his shaft, burying himself as deep as possible with every stroke. A few thrust later and he stood and turned around, placing her so that her head was cradled against the chair. She was upside down and he could see it all. Sheila felt her face get hot and wished she still at least had a sock on. He withdrew halfway and drilled right back into her hot core with no mercy. Something in Sheila snapped as she completely let go. She could no longer control her voice as she howled out in pleasure. Every fiber of her being was exploding at once and all she could do was vocalize her pleasure. At this point, Sheila came, her pussy tightening so fast that it forced him out. Sheila squirted, showering the man in her nectar. He took this a sign to keep going. As soon as her juices stopped flowing he reinserted himself and picked her up and put her back against the door to the lab room. Leaning in with a soft tender kiss, his stroke was slow and gentle. It was a loving kind of stroke that almost every girl wants after an orgasm. She at this moment felt more loved by this stranger that anyone else to be in his position. Sheila began to open her eyes hoping to see his staring back into hers. Her lids lifted and those same steely hazel eyes peered back. She had gotten her wish and placed her head on his should as his stroke continued. Sheila wasn't sure when she had fell asleep, but when she came to, she was fully dressed. Her head resting on the same lab desk where it all started. She was fully dressed, all of her broken garments fixed and herself cloaked in a lab coat. A hand was shaking her, not quite as gently as her mystery lover. She looked up and saw that her lab partner had come back with her favorite take out. He was talking but Sheila couldn't hear any of it. All she noticed is that only 47 minutes had passed. A goofy smile crept across her face as she began to chow down. "I could get used to this."
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All right everyone, here's my story. It isn't gross, it wasn't about the sex. But there was this one other guy this year i've been dying to be around all year. (I am a Junior, he a Senior). But this was different. He was 18, a Filipino boy been all around the world; Canada, US, UAE, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Philippines, and Italy. I turned 18 about 3 months before school let out by the way. He was a Bass in our choir class and an absolutly amazing dresser...(damn asians...)and he was incredibly hot. I always wanted to know what it would be like to suck him off one day... He was dark skinned, dark haired, topaz eyes, and was about 5'6". I was an average white guy, fairly tanned, dark brown and light brown eyes, topped off with a height of 5'9.5" Oh yeah, the story. So he graduated. He moved to San Diego. But he came out to visit me one day. It was great. We played Brawl, Mario Kart Wii, and various other games, (which i mostly kicked his ass in), and I soon got bored of it. I asked him if he wanted to go to the park since it was about 3:30 in the afternoon. Being as bored as he was, we started walking down. He wore this tight black T and jeans and it was making my mind run in circles. So on our way down, there was this drain pipe under the street, about 20' in width and height. So i said "Oh Mickey! Gotta show you something cool!" "What is it?" "Just really cool writing i found, c'mon!" We went down there, and i show him. He was actually impressed, but then i said something to sort of change the mood to something more... sensual... "Hey Mickey! Truth or Dare?" "Haha... umm dare!" "I dare you to go strip off your shirt and walk around!" Hesitant at first, he took it off and started walking around. He came back for his shirt, where i replied... "Nope. Keep it off. Rest of the game." "Ughh fine. Truth or Dare?" "This is boring. How about Dare or Double Dare?" "Alright, Dare or Double Dare?" "Double Dare." "I dare you to....haha take off your jeans!" Instantly hoping I was wearing nice boxers, I did. Thankfully, they were the best I owned. "Dare or Double Dare Mickey?" "Dare!" "I dare you to kiss me! Mickey afraid?" He then surprised me and said, "Nope." Then he kissed me on the check. "Wow. Mickey's a fag!", I joked. "Dare or Double Dare Dan Dan?" "Dare." "I dare you to...uhh... take off your shirt now!" "Wow Mickey, original much?" I then proceeded and took off my shirt. "Dare or DD? "DD" "I dare you to strip naked!" He took off his jeans, and socks and shoes. "Missing anything Mickey?" "What?! Underwear too?" "Yup, thats NAKED" "Do I have to?" "No, but it ruins the game a little, you know, DARE" "Your such a fag, you just wanna sneak a peek at my meat! haha" "Hurry up and ask me Dare or DD!" He then stripped. This shocked me. I've never seen a fully naked guy since looking online at porn, or from when i was younger. He was amazing. Tan everywhere! He had pretty big balls(size of eggs!!!) and a 4" dick...which was hard! I couldn't stop staring. So i did our normal gay "jokes". I went up to him and started massaging his pecs. He started laughing and i picked him up. "Dude! Not when I'm nude! This is too far!" "Oh c'mon, its' not like I'm going to...suck you off." "Yeah i guess you're right." "Pssh. Mickey, you're getting sucked." "WHAT!" I then proceeded down to where his little dick laid. I started massaging his dick and balls, and saw him start to falter to my actioins. "You like this huh!" "Uhhh...." So I went down and started sucking his dick, pumping it when i could. When he was finally horny(I beat him to it), he was a full 8 inches. I was absolutely amazed. I first licked his balls and all around his eggs before going up to his massive pole. He was saying to me... "This is gay... I'm gay!" "No, you're just getting a blowjob", i managed to say. He then put his hands on the back of my head and pushed down onto his dick, making me start stuffing his pole down my throat. It was amazing. I was in total ecstasy. After massaging his balls and stuffing his pole for about 10 minutes, he came. I got a total of 14 squirts in my mouth, to the point of it almost dripping out of my mouth. (Of course, i never let that happen ;D ) Then after that, he decided he wanted more of me. He went down to put his cock in his mouth. I then took my dominance. "Oh no, you don't do that." "Why not?" "I'll show you why..." I was rock hard this entire time. So I lifted the 115 pound guy up so he was holding on to me. I put his back against the dirty wall and then proceeded to fit my dick into his tight hole. It was nothing I've ever felt before. He was moaning and I was sturggling to not orgasm on the spot. After 10 more minutes of fucking, I came into his tight hole. Seeing as we were both virgins, we did not use a condom. He was sweating up a storm the whole time, which made it even hotter for me. After this, he said he had to go back to his Aunt's house. But he told me on our way home that... "Dude, that was amazing, but you're the only one i'll ever do this with." "Fine with me!" "Maybe next time I'll give you the same treatment!" Now i just have to wait until i come back home from a vacation with my best friend. I'm not gay, but damn Mickey was fine! Hopefully I'll see more of him this summer....maybe this time we'll actually do truth! Nah! Dare!
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Today was supposed to be her day off, her reprieve from working with demanding clients and incompetent coworkers. Instead she had spent the morning in the office as usual; phones ringing non-stop, pacifying angry clients, picking up the slack of her lazy coworkers. She was now spending the evening taking care of a few last minute items on her to-do list. She was throwing a dinner party tonight, much needed time with good friends, good food and good wine. As excited as she was, she was that much stressed. She wanted every little detail to be perfect. This would have been a breeze had she been able to stay home from work, but duty calls. She hadn’t been able to spend time with her friends in quite a while, this was very overdue. She arrived at the grocery store and quickly found a place to park. She pulled her shopping list out of her purse and started making her way around the store. Flour is here, the wine is there, need another package of butter. She was briskly making her way through these last minute items until she came to the last item on her list. She pushed her shopping cart to the appropriate aisle, looking for the black olives; she needed them for her famous pizza. Finding them, she was a bit surprised at the dust covering the lid. Just to be safe, she decided to double check the date. Shocked, she found the contents were out of date almost 6 months. She reached for and checked the next cans on the shelf to reveal all of them were already expired. Frustrated, she asked the next store employee she saw to check for any additional cans in the store’s stock room. The girl disappeared for about 15 seconds and came back empty handed. “We’re out,” was the short, curt response given as the young employee shrugged, walking away. Shocked, she stood mouth agape in the middle of the aisle trying to figure out what just happened. A voice behind her surprised her from her trance, “Can I help you, miss?” She turned around to discover the source of the question. His sweet smile was the first thing she noticed, next was his height as he towered over her. She sighed, attempting to release a bit of her frustrations before talking to this so-far, innocent man. He introduced himself to her, said that he was the night manager of the store and he would look into the situation for her. This time instead of mere seconds, he was gone for a few minutes. Irked; she checked her watch several times, tapping her toes that yet again, her time was being wasted. Finally, he resurfaced – empty handed. Yes, his hands; they were quite large, she caught herself staring as he started talking to her again. “Sadly, we are fresh out of the olives you were looking for. I won’t be able to get them in until later next week. I can however, give you a discount on the rest of your order,” he reported. She locked eyes with him for several uncomfortable seconds before saying anything. She actually felt bad for this man. He only worked here, much like she only worked at her job. But enough was enough, she couldn’t hold in her frustrations. Finally, she rolled her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and put her hands on her hips. “You mean to tell me,” she loudly sighed again, “that there is no way I’m leaving this store with a simple can of olives?” She continued before he could speak, “No, no. You’re telling me that no one in this entire store thought that a customer could possibly want to eat olives? Olives! That not one competent individual could be bothered to check the expiry on a can of non-perishables. You do know that they actually DO perish, right? No, that can’t be what you’re saying.” “Miss, this really isn’t necessary. I would be more than happy to –“. “To what? ‘Offer me a discount’? A discount doesn’t put dinner on my table! I want,” she pushed her tongue into cheek and then used it to moisten her lips, “to file an official complaint with your location.” He took this time to practice his best customer service behavior. Two employees had called off this afternoon; another had been caught stealing money and was fired. Not to mention the three customers they caught trying to walk out with items they hadn’t yet paid for and he was at his wits end with today. “Of course, miss. There’s just a little paperwork I’ll have you fill out and I can submit it to our corporate office. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to my office and we’ll get everything squared away. I apologize again for this inconvenience.” He calmly led her into what was obviously an area few customers had seen before. There were miscellaneous items and boxes lining the walkway. They finally arrived at a bank of offices; he held the first office door open for her before following her inside. “Let me just find the forms here. We haven’t used them in so long,” he explained as he shuffled through files and folders on the messy desk. She took this chance to take in her surroundings; the computer desk took up the entire right hand wall, directly in front of her were several banks of file cabinets, and over her shoulder she saw a small table and chairs sitting along the left side of the room. She hadn’t noticed before that lining the left side wall was a long pane of security glass providing a view of the back supply room they had just walked through. She sighed and set down her purse on the chair beside her, she was resigning to her fate of not having dinner done on time. She could feel the tufts of steam starting to come out of her ears. “Here we are,” he finally held up the long awaited complaint forms. He turned to find her meeting his gaze. Her stare direct and contemplating, unnerved him. “Now, let me just get you a pen,” he said clearing his throat and shaking off the uneasy feeling he was having from being alone in the room with this petite, seeming harmless otherwise, woman. “I don’t know about that,“ she said coldly. “You’re not upset? You don’t want to file a complaint anymore?” her response caught him off guard, he looked at her quizzically. “Oh no, I’m still very upset with this situation. I’m being extremely inconvenienced in return for my consumerism here. I feel that this store, you,” she emphasized, “have a duty to keep me, the loyal customer happy.” His confused expression betrayed him before he could speak. “Ma’am, I’m not following. If you don’t want to file a complaint, what is it that I can do for you?” “I want you,” she paused, “to satisfy your customer.” She stared at him contemplating his reaction. “I want you to please me.” If there was any doubt for him in what she was referring to, it melted away when she took off her coat revealing the blouse and pleated skirt below. “Miss..” he tried to interject, but she ignored him as she continued by placing the toe of one calf high boot on the chair, right at his crotch. She pulled up the edge of her skirt exposing one chocolate thigh, she pointed to a spot right above her knee, “Now, kiss”. He examined her face, reading the seriousness in it. And there was that thigh.. He took a breath, smirked and leaned in to kiss her exposed flesh. “More,” was the instruction he received. A peck turned into a smooch, he nibbled gently and her knee. He reached up to pull her leg closer to him, but his hands were smacked away. “Let’s get one thing straight here, okay? I am the customer. I am right. It’s your job to serve me and I will call the shots. Am I understood?” she barked at him. A head nod was her only reply. “Good, now sit back” she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt. All while maintaining eye contact, she stepped in between his legs, turning and pulling herself up onto the desk behind her. She placed one heel onto each of his legs and leaned back against the wall. Without words, she spread her legs and gently tapped her thigh. He took the hint he was given and dove back into devouring her sweet flesh. A sigh of relief this time, she thought about how her dinner guests would probably be satisfied with wine and Chinese takeout. She had plenty enough time to spare for this. Boldly, he started zoning in with his efforts. She could feel him getting closer and closer to her ever dampening panties. She smiled at his boldness, and encouraged him by hiking her skirt up around her waist. She took his glasses off his face and set them down on the desk beside her. She took a moment to watch the people walking by his office. She smiled thinking of what they would do if they noticed what was happening in the next room. She relaxed under his ministrations, loving the feel of his tongue against her flesh. She reached between her legs to pull her panties to the side, giving him full access to her now wet pussy. He groaned into her crotch, moving to lick up her honey leaking down to her rosebud. She moaned as he slid his tongue past her folds, penetrating deep into her tight love. He used it to fuck her like a pseudo-penis. She pumped her hips to meet him with each stroke. He rolled his tongue up to her little button. Her hips spasmed and she cried out as he held her clit between his teeth, flicking just the tip of his tongue across its sensitive nub. He reached up, grabbing one of her round ass cheeks in each hand, easily palming them. She held the desk and wall for support as she fed him her throbbing clit, pushing it further into his mouth. He took it between his lips, and began sucking it intently and rubbing the flat, firm bit of his tongue against her clitoris. She melted into his mouth; literally and figuratively, she became mush under his manipulations. Her moans became louder as she got closer and closer to her peak. She reached behind her unhooking her bra, she shrugged it and her shirt off. He noticed her now bare chest and groaned again, mouth full. He ran his hands up her stomach, squeezing her full breasts before twisting her nipples. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She threw her head back as she screamed her orgasm. She twitched with pleasure and pain as he continued to lick her delicate little nub. Relaxing, he leaned back into his chair, sweet smile back on his face. “Satisfied?” he asked confidently. “Not even close,” she growled back. She put her feet on either side of his legs and slid down off the desk onto his awaiting lap. Reaching between her legs, she un-did he pants as she cleaned her juices from his beard. She pulled out his erection, holding his girth firmly in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled her panties aside allowing her to rub the tip into her moisture, coating the head of his penis in her juices. A moan rumbled in her throat as she slid herself down onto the shaft, feeling every single inch open her up more and more. His thick dick filled her tiny pussy as she sat down onto it. Sighing, she looked him in the eyes again before meeting lips and kissing for the first time. His full lips felt amazing on hers; she pulled herself up and sat back down on his thickness. She slowly started grinding her hips onto him and he raised his to meet her. They moaned into each other’s mouths. His hands wound up in her hair, fingers intertwining with her locs. Her hands found their way to his sides as she used his hips for balance. Their matched tempo was getting faster and faster, their moans more desperate and pained. She arched her back when his mouth met one of her breast. His expert tongue easily dancing on first the right, and then the left nipple, making them rise to meet his intrusion. She cried out, panting her orgasm, desperately grinding her pelvis against his. That was all it took for him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tightly squeezed her body closer to his. His other hand held the back of her neck; her body pinned to his as his orgasm took hold of him and he pounded into her again and again. He growled into her ear as his body shook with the sensation, his penis erupting into her, their combined fluids leaking back onto his lap. Completely exhausted they both lay there in each other’s arms recovering for a few moments. Finally she whispered, Now.. Now I’m satisfied,” as she stood up and started dressing. He fixed his clothes as well, remembering he was still on the clock. She checked her hair and makeup in her compact mirror. Returning it to her purse, she picked up her coat and turned to him kissing his cheek, “Thanks, that was great.” She opened the office door and as she walked out she heard “Anything for a loyal customer, miss.” Today, was definitely the best it had been. She looked forward to doing this again next week.
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The journey to Portsmouth took longer than expected. It was a Saturday morning, last bank holiday in August and the roads were, unrelentlessly, full. Still it gave me time to think things through. Assess what had happened over the past few days. I still drew weak breaths when remembering the party last week. I had awoken to find Tracey next to me her hand on my chest. But I couldn't stay until she woke, my mind wouldn't let me though my body so did. I knew that in a weeks time from then, I would be going to Portsmouth, and Tracey to Cardiff for our respective universities. Whilst at Uni there would, no doubt, be ample chance for sexual frolics. I didn't mind I just wish I hadn't had slept with Tracey before I left. Talking of Tracey, I had recieved several texts and phonecalls from her since the party. But I did not know how to answer. The evening had been fantastic and, had I not been going off to Uni the next week, I would have consented to starting a full relationship with her. But I couldn't. Not when I knew we would be apart for so long. So far away. I had, therefore, sent her a quick text saying that I was really busy getting ready and that I was unlikely to be able to see her before I left. It wasn't a lie. The amount of things to do was immense. I had to ring up the accomadations office to find out where I would be living. Calls back and forth to the LEA to sort out my loans and not to mention the endless shopping. Shopping for clothes, essentials and of course cutlery, plates and pots that would no doubt be stolen or lost within the first fortnight. My father sighed up ahead. His arm was leaning outside of the window as we waited in yet another traffic jam. 'Caravans!' he cried 'Who'd want to spend a week in a caravan?' A caravan had shot past them. I had had to much insight into my dad's hatred of caravans that I failed to notice. Mum though looked at him. 'I used to spend lovely holidays with my parents in caravans. I remember we had one in Bogner Regis.' As mum and dad slipped into a light argument about the logistics of holiday travel, I slipped on my iPod and fell into a dreary haze. An hour and a half we had made it into Portsmouth. My dad was now arguing about the way to the university but after he stopped and asked for directions we soon found it. The University building was a tall imposing structure. It looked so out of place in a city full of low buildings that over looked the sea. Even the shopping center had a air of lowness to it, instead being several hundred meters wide instead of tall. As I would be staying in dorms with other students, the man on the gate pointed us in the right place to collect our keys. Tyfold Dorm was a small building consisting of four floors. On each floor there were five bedrooms, a shower, two toilets and a shared kitchen. Unfortunatley, my room was on the top floor. I found this incredibly irkesome for several reasons. Firstly I had to carry all my stuff up four narrow staircases and secondly if I spent a night out and came back to this. I wouldn't bother climbing up the stairs and instead I would have just kipped on the floor. Once all my stuff had been put away my mum and dad got ready to leave but first of course, they had to give me some advice. 'Don't get too drunk. Don't do drugs and for the love of god, don't get chlamydia.' Dad paused then gave me a hug. He pulled away quickly as if he didn't want anyone to see. 'I better get the car over. Take care son.' He walked away and mum moved in closer to me and said in almost a whisper. 'I was waiting for a chance to give you these. Away from your father I mean.' She handed me a box. Looking at the cover I saw 'Durex. Extra sensative' written on the box. Mum smiled, kissed me and then enveloped me in a big hug. 'Take care.' she said and she left, leaving me all alone in a city I barely knew. --- My room was in the corner of the building meaning that I got the most space on my floor. My room mates looked on in eny as I set up my stuff and attempted to make it home. There were two girls on this floor and three boys. Of the girls there was Chanice, a stunning black girl with elegant locks that flew down her back, and Emma, a shy but extremley pretty English student with mousey brown hair and two beautiful eyes. Of the boys there was David, 6ft 2 and athletic, David was a year older than anyone else and a sports science student. Luke on the other hand seemed more my type. He was blond with small fashionable glasses and studied History. Once all my stuff had been put away in my room I headed of the kitchen, where a bout of socialising was taking place. David was stood against the counter flirting intensly with Chanice as he spoke of all his sporting competitions he had won. Luke was talking to Emma about History nonetheless. It didn't seem to bother me unlike it would to other people so I happily joined in the conversation. As the day wore on I realised me and Emma had a lot in common and even more that I was starting to become attracted to her. Underneath her willowy complexsion I was certain that there was a rampant sex godess underneath and I was determined to pull it out. But I seemed to have some competition on my hands. Luke was wowing her as well. I told myself that I was not to get too involved in the Emma situation. I didn't want my days at university to begin with everyone thinking I was a prat. Night time arrived and the Student Union had arranged am evening full of alcohol, music and, no doubt, endless socialising. I dressed and made my way down to the union club with Emma and Luke. Emma had dressed in a scanty little black number that seemed to magnify her small ample breasts. The music was pounding by the time we arrived and both boys and girls were roaming the large dance hall. Everyone seemed to be nervous. Swallowing, I made my way up to the bar and orderd a drink. The cute bar woman was pulling my pint and as she did I noticed that another girl had slided up next to me. She caught my eye and I nodded. She smiled revealing a set of white shining teeth. 'Joanne.' she said holding out her hand. 'Joanne Trollope. Media Studies Student from Lancashire. I got three B's in Biology, English Lit and Geography. Now can I buy you that drink?' I raised my eyebrows but laughed. 'I...yeah, cheers. I'm Jake. Studying Economics, from London and I got three C's and B in my A-Levels. Maths..., French, History and Computing.' She smiled again. It was at that point that he managed to get a full look at her. Joanne was tall and with strapping legs that seemed to scream sex. She was wearing a silk purple dress which seemed to exaggerate the best features of her person. Her body was toned and her breasts were larger than Emma's and a considerable deal juicer too. From the looks of it. 'Quite a mouthful.' she laughed and then said 'Don't you hate it? Having to get to know someone? I wish we could just skip the pretalk and get on to the wild orgies.' I blinked. Joanne laughed and placed a hand on my leg 'Don't worry love I was only joking.' she said and I braved a cheeky smile. Perhaps it was just lust, but I felt myself becoming closer and closer to Joanne as the night progressed. To my own desire to speak to many people, I did not stay with her all night but instead slipped off now and again to talk to others. She too seemed to want the chance to talk to a variety of people and so we only truly reunited at around half eleven when I returned to the bar to get another drink. 'That mate of yours... Luke. He ain't a virgin is he?' 'No idea only met him today.' 'E' look's like one.' Jo replied. She had asked me to call her Jo when I had continously called her Joanne. She said it was way to formal to use her full name. 'Would you say?' I asked her. I took a sip of my beer and looked back at her but my eyes seemed to becoming more and more drawn to her breasts. 'An' what about you Jake?' 'What about me what?' I asked, a small trickle of beer falling down my chin. 'Are you a virgin?' I swallowed 'Well I've dabbled in the hankey panky shall we say? Though whether I was any good is another matter.' 'I reckon you are.' she said 'Only guys who ain't had sex are usually crap.' 'Well then, that can only be a good thing.' 'Aye, that's what my mate Tyrone thinks. He's had a few girls and he started to think he was shit. But I told him. If the girls keep coming. How can you be?' I nodded. My eyes were drooping down to her breats yet again. Jo seemed to notice as she said 'I'm up here.' I looked away, embarressed. She took her hand and placed it aside my face softly. Her hands were warm to the touch. 'It's alright. Means it working. But you Jakey poo... you might just be in on something.' She leaned close to me and in a second our lips met in hot passion. I could tell that Jo was the type of girl that liked sex. I did too, aside from the fact I had only had it once. We had been embraced for only a very short while when I blazing siren filled their ears. The fire alarm. Several boys over in the corner had 'accidently' set fire to the table and chairs around. The staff were quickly ushering everyone outside. Which was proving quite hard as many people were extremley drunk and refusing to move. 'Fucking nob heads!' Jo cried and she downed her vodka and lemon in one 'We were enjoying ourselves and they had to go and fuck it up.' Sighing she took my arm and led me outside. On the way I passed David who seemed to have given up any hope with Chanice. I nodded my head. David looked dumbstruck. The outside of the Student Union was in capers. People yelling and singing, others shouting that they knew places in the city to go to. 'Fucking ain't waiting here.' Jo said and she took my hand and led me off down the side away from the burning building and to a clump of desloate dark buildings. She threw me against one of the buildings and again we embraced. Our tongues were like sensors, exploring each other's mouths tasting each other for the first time. Her hands were over me. Feeling in between my legs feeling my behind. She gave it a tight squeeze and so I responded by squeezing her backside too and down between her legs to. Jo withdrew her electric tongue and said 'Your place?' But it wasn't a question. It was a fact. She might as well have said 'We're going to your room to have sex.' and not put it any blunter than that. We hurried away. The sounds of the fire ebbing away with every paced step we took. The dorm building loomed over us, blacked out in the darkness. Still, I managed to find the keys and we opened it up and embraced again upon closing the door behind. I only wanted to get her to my room and fuck her senseless. My raging cock was pressed against my jeans, begging to escape. Jo's tongue seemed excited too, as the prospect of sex overtook her. I opened my door, and closed it as soon as we had arrived. She pushed me to the bed and slowly began to take off her silk purple dress. Underneath, her bra was a silk item as well. I had my suspicions that she worked out and it looked as if I was right. Her eyes bore into mine and slowly she moved over to me and pulled my shirt off. Jo's eyes lit up as she saw my bare chest. She licked her finger and ran it down my naked abdomen. She smiled. Then she took her hands, unbuckled my belt and slowly began to pull my trousers down, clearly savouring the moment. Like someone waiting to see what they had won. My cock was springing to attention underneath my boxer shorts. She traced a hand along my shaft and I felt my cock squirm with delight. Again, slowly, she reached down and pulled the shorts down my legs until my naked body was fully presented to her. She stared at my cock for a moment or two. I looked away from her and lowered my voice. 'I'm sorry. I should have said it's not as big as you'd have liked it to be.' 'No,' Jo said in barely a whisper 'It's perfect. Besides, I'm sure you know how to use yours.' I gulped. I sure hoped I did too. She took my member in one hand and slowly began to stroke it. I eased back against the bed but feeling nothing except her warm hands on my throbbing cock. She pulsated it. Moved it up and down ever so slowly as she savoured the feel. Then when I thought she was going to pull herself away, she lowered her head and began to suck. I had never felt pleasure on this level before. I had thought Tracey was good, but this was something else entirely. She was obviously an expert cock sucker. She teased my head several times before engulfing my cock completley. Then he returned to teasing the cock with her tongue before plummeting yet again. Steadily she built up a rythm. I was so close to exploding with cum I could do nought but watch her. Then I felt it. My balls were hot with passion and my eyes clenched as my hot wad flew into her open mouth I squirted four short shots into her mouth before I felt it relax. Slowly she looked up at me a glint in her eye which said 'What don't I get anything?' Oh she would. I stood and made her lay on the bed with her legs outstretched. Then I leant in and slowly began to work my tongue along her pubic region. First I licked below her clit, sending my tongue occasionally into the mouth of her vagina. Then I would lick her clit especially for a moment or two before I returned to my general teasing. Jo seemed to be liking it. She slowly moaned and pushed her pelvis out at me, encouarging me on. Her hands were clenched around my bed covers and she squeezed it tightly as she came. My dick was still hard. I climbed back onto the bed and postioned myself over her. Slowly I entered her, feeling my way with my hand and her voice. 'Lower..., bit lower. Yeah that's the stuff.' I had fully entered Jo's tight pussy. All five inches of me. I took it slow at first, giving her short sharp pulses before she took a hold of my ass and started to push me on. If it was faster she wanted, it was faster I got. I ploughed in deeper and harder, all the time increasing in speed. When I was not concentrating on fucking her I kissed her passionatley, or else sucked on her supple nipples. 'Oh god.' she moaned as I raised my head away from her breasts 'god, suck my nipples.' I complied. My neck was beginning to ache from leaning down so often but I ignored the pain. Pleasure would soon come. And it was. My cock was beginning to show signs of an oncoming ejaculation. I moaned lightly and touched Jo's breast with a finger tip. 'Take me from behind.' said Jo's soft voice. I raised my eyebrows, but Jo seemed not to care. She pulled herself away from me and kneeled on her hands and knees. 'Come on baby.' she purred 'Don't make a girl dissapointed.' I wasn't going to. Slowly I opened her ass cheeks as her pussy came out at me. I licked my lips and plunged my hard cock straight into her. This, it transpired, was Jo's favourite way of fucking. She seemed to want to take it rough so I slapped her ass as we moved together. Then, deciding I needed a bit of extra leeverege, I took her hair and pulled on it, pulling her head back. 'Yes, fucking ride me baby.' 'Oh you fucking slut.' 'Yeah, am I a slut am I?' she moaned. My movements became quicker and harder. Her anus was looked up at me. And for a split second I had the wish to plunge my cock into her tight asshole. But I didn't. I controlled myself. Instead I lubed up a finger with saliva and then slowly entered her ass with it. Jo squirmed, obviously not use to the feeling of anything in her ass. She looked up at me, a sly look upon her gorgeous face. 'Oh you naughty boy...' she cried and I smiled. Our pulses continued. I finger fucked her ass whilst she moved her hips sporadically against my thrusting pelvis. Soon, she was starting to heat up, I removed my finger from her ass and concentrated hard on fucking her senseless. 'Oh god.' she screamed. Louder than I had ever heard. She wanted me more than ever. 'Oh god fuck that little cunt. Yeah, I want you to fill my pussy with your fucking hot cum.' 'Oh baby,' I moaned to, my cock was beginning to feel the intense pressure, I was about to come. 'I'm coming.' I moaned and my cock exploded as wave after wave of hot juice erupted into her vagina. At the same time, Jo was having another orgasm. 'Oh god. I'm coming....awwww yeeees! Sweet mother fucking. Aww!' Our body's collapsed on one another. As, panting, or orgasms ebbed away. I had never felt anything like that before. Ever. I drew away from Jo and collapsed on the bed next to her. She grinned, kissed me slowly and then I fell asleep. --- Several hours later I woke. My cock had sprang to attention and someone was seeing to it. I could feel the mouth moving up and down along the shaft, tickling it with their tongue. In the darkness I could just about see the form. It was a woman. Jo, I assumed. She was obviously giving me some pleasure as I slept. I wasn't going to let her stop so I feigned sleep and only peeked my eyes open to catch an occasional glimpse of her. In no time at all I was ready to come. 'Aww fuck....' Splat! The cum exploded onto Jo's face. She licked it off with relish and then slowly walked away. I was confused. Why would she do that? I heard the door close behind her then suddenly, a movement at my side. Jo was stirring. My eyes were wide with confusion as she roused from her slumber. 'Ready for another round are we?' she said teasingly but I just looked at her, my mouth open wide. 'But, someone just... did.' 'What are you talking about?'she asked. 'I was asleep and then I woke. I felt someone sucking my dick. I thought it was you but... she left, whoever it was and you woke.' 'But who was it?' I looked from Jo's sexual form to the closed door but I had no more idea than she did. ----- Chapter 3 coming soon
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She opened my eyes to her room being filled with sunlight. She wrapped up in her blue duvet and hid from the gleaming light of the outside world. After 10 minutes of laying in pure heaven, She decided it was time to get up. She hesitantly sat up on her elbow and took in the warmth of the sun. She swung her foot over the side of the bed and took a deep breath in as she stretched her arms to the sky. She got up, grabbed a lacy, silk nighty and slipped it on, and dragged her feet to the shower. She stripped herself of her nighty and bra. She stepped into the shower and turned the handles. The warm water flowed across her body and wet her hair. She lathered her hair with shampoo and conditioner and body wash and rinsed it off . She got out of the shower and dried her body with a towel. She then wrapped her towel around her hair and began moisturizing her long legs. With lotion, She touched down her long hairless legs and back up again, She ran down her arms and to her hands. She slipped on her bra and put her silk, short nighty back on. "Mother, father... Is anyone home?" She yelled into an empty house. There was no response. 'Thank god' she thought and stripped herself of her bra and let her C cup tits bounced and returned to their average, perky position. She quickly walked down her stairs, letting her tits bounce and the towel on her head to fall to the ground. Her nighty pressed tightly against her, letting her erect nipples show through. She pranced to the kitchen and grabbed a mug and poured herself a coffee. She breathed in and looked out her window to the breathtaking view in front of her. Mountains, pine and bodies of water. She was mesmerized by the mere beauty of everything in front of her. She took it all in and leaned against the counter. She swiftly lifted herself onto the counter and sipped her coffee. Her long brown hair curled naturally at her sides, her eyes flickered up to the clock on the wall. It read '11.23 AM' she sighed, relieved that she still had 5 days to be alone. No one here to bother her or interrupt her. Pure heaven. (Her view) I ran my fingers through my hair and bite my lip as I slid off the counter and proceeded to put the mug in the sink. I hear a loud bang that makes me jump. Anxiously, I run to the front window to see who it is. Micheal. It was our family friend from a while back. My parents must have forgotten that I had decided to stay home this week. He approached the door and unlocked it with the spare key. I was standing directly in the middle of the entryway, only to look down and realize the see through silk nighty was the only thing I was wearing. I folded my arms together to hide my obviously erect nipples. I sigh loudly as he enters the door. "Leah!" Micheal says surprised, "I thought you were supposed to be at your boyfriend's house?" "Yea, I decided to stay home" I said with a weak smile, trying desperately to cover myself. "The more the merrier, nothing like spending some good quality time with you, Leah, how have you been?" He said with a wink "Good sir, and you?" I felt my cheeks burn red as I became overcome with embarrassment. "I'm doing great. " He said "That's good to hear, what brought you over here?" I asked curiously " Well, Leah, I came to house sit, but I'm cool hanging out with you too. " He smirked "Alright, uh, let me just get into something a little comfier." I say as he looks me up and down and smirks at me. Was he just checking me out? I'm pretty sure he was. As I walk upstairs to my room, my butt wiggles and I can practically feel his stare pierce me. I walk, light footed, to my room and shut the door, which makes a louder bang then I would have otherwise anticipated. I raid my drawers until I finally settle on a pair of volleyball shorts and a baggy tee shirt, of course adding a bra and some panties to the mix. I walk downstairs slowly to find him at the couch, watching some murder mystery story that he's not particularly paying attention to. I sit on the opposite side of the couch and for the first time in forever I get to admire his impeccable perfection. His jaw line, his stubble, his abs, his piercingly beautiful face and his blue eyes. He was 34 but damn did he wear it well. Surprisingly single with no kids, he was everything a girl like me was looking for. I bit my lip as I took one last look before hesitantly looking away. As a horror movie began to play he invited me into his arms, like he did when I was just a little girl. He wrapped his arms around me and I rested in the nook of his armpit. His smell was intoxicating and I was on a high. Of course, being the natural tease that I am, I began rubbing my leg softly against his and tempting his patience. Occasionally, I would look down to see his erection in his pants. Which made me very satisfied. I needed to wash these thoughts from my head. He was driving me crazy. I've never wanted him so bad. His scent was making me completely deranged. I bit my lip, trying my hardest to restrain myself. For, after all, I did still have a boyfriend. The movie ended after two hours and his erection had gone down. The rest of the day went by generally uneventful. I caught him checking me out, and he caught me checking him out. It was a back and forth game that I hoped no one would ever win. By dusk, I had supper made, it was his favourite, steak and potatoes. He looked rather please and checked me out the entire while that I was preparing the meal . My butt wiggled adorably in a short, black, and flowy skirt that I had put on. My boobs were pushed together delightfully in a low cut shirt. I looked rather desirable and tempting & I knew he was thinking the exact same thing. When I served him his dinner, he couldn't take his eyes off me. We sat on the opposing sides of the table. I looked up every once in a while to see his eyes fixed on me. He wanted me, and I wanted him. I bit my lip and sipped from my glass of water. I finished the rest of my meal and grabbed his plate along with mine. I walked to the sink and noticed he was following shortly behind. I put the dishes in the dishwasher, closed it and he was directly behind me. I turned around and looked him in his eyes as he closed in on me, pushing me into the counter. My hands were placed lazily on the counter and his were gripped the edge of the counter. "You've been driving me crazy, Leah." He said with a smirk. I breathed in sharply and breathed out powerfully. "and I've been driving you crazy, correct?" he pressed. I nodded hesitantly and he grinned happily. "I think we both know what we want? Don't we?" he said, pressing his throbbing erection against me me, through his pants. I gasped knowing exactly what he was insinuating. I grasped the counter and bit my lip. I moved my hand up his muscular arms and he gripped my hips. The tension could be cut with a knife and my hands crawl up to his neck, finally settling for his jaw bone and we moved forward together in complete harmony. I stand on my tiptoes as he pulls me closer, I can barely reach his mouth. Our lips meet for the first time and the electricity between us is impeccable. It's soft, but captivating, a mixture of sweet candy and hints of vanilla. Hypnotized lips press together, sending us to another dimension. He opens his mouth slightly and I follow. Ragged breathing and flicking and swaying tongues bring a fiery heat to the chilling ocean air. With just the two of us there, the rest of the world vanishes. We're lost in a sea of lust and passion and the world comes crashing down on us. We separate slowly, and my eyes flutter up to see his looking down to me. Im incredibly wet and he's incredibly hard. His erection pressing hard against my stomach. I bite my lip and I hope that it doesn't end here. He doesn't disappoint as he lifts me from my hips onto the counter. He untucks my shirt from the skirt and brings it over my head. He unclasps my bra to release my C cups and watches them bounce out until they settle into their perky position. He widens his eyes and reaches for my tits. He begins to play with them and bounce them. He looks up at me with his sharp blue eyes and kisses me passionately, breaking away from my lips and trailing down my neck, kissing each collar bone and finally reaching my pink nipples. He continues to grip my hips while sucking on my buds and shifting every so often, making me moan softly into the crisp afternoon air. His hand travels down my leg, leaving a trail of shivers and goosebumps. His hand moves toward my cunt and I notice that he can feel my warmth. I'm not wearing panties. His hand travels slowly and he feels my wetness and lack of underwear. He lifts my skirt and admires my pussy. He removes his hand from my tits and moves it toward my wet, swollen lips. He inhales deeply, looks up at me and smiles wildy. I want him. I need him. He moves towards me and I quiver under his touch while biting my lip. I let out a soft moan as he circles my clit. His other hand explores my hole and he feels the pool that he created. He smirks at me daringly and sucks his fingers offering me some. I willingly take it and taste the nectar that I produced. Its sweet and savoury, like honey with a hint of sour. I blush fiercely, a fiery red. He rubs my clit as he slips two fingers in, which makes me moan louder and push against his force. He continues to force his fingers in, hitting my g-spot. It feels amazing. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, making the world crash down on me and leaving me begging for more. I let out a helpless whine as I desperately hope for him to return his fingers. He lifts his shirt over his head and begins to unfasten the buckle of his pants. The sound makes me spread my legs to see the tent that I had created in his jeans. He unzips his pants and his erection springs free, other than the restricting boxers. He pulls them down and his 8 inch throbbing cock springs completely out. I lick my lips and bite down on my lower lip. I jump off the counter and kneel down in front of him, looking up into his ravishing eyes. I open my mouth and take his shaft inside, inch by inch until I can fit no more. It touches the back of my throat and I choke lightly on it. I bob my head up and down, while looking up at him. He throws his head back and grasps the counter with one hand. He moans and, with his other hand, he grips my hair and forces me harder on his cock. I suck on it and slide my tongue along the bottom. He fucks my face for 2 minutes and releases me from his grip. I stand up and wipe the spit and liquid off my mouth. He turns me around and bends me over the counter, forcing me with his hand, pinning my wrists against the cold, granite counter top. I squeal and he covers my mouth with his hand and returns it to my wrist. He guides his dick into my entrance and kneels over me "Are you ready?" He asks I nod and he thrusts his pelvis into me pushing his full eight inches into my wet pussy. I moan loudly as he continues to thrust, hitting my g spot just right. I close my eyes and he pounds me harder than ever, starting slower at first and increasing his speed. We're taken into another world of fiery heat as he penetrates my cunt, we feel like we're the only two alive, in complete paradise. My thighs start to tickle and I clench my fist. I bite my lip, leaving a bruise on my tender skin. He brings both of my hands above my head, but still on the counter and holds them down with one hand. The other hand begins to pull my long, brown hair ripping my head back, making me moan loudly in a sweet harmony of pleasure and pain. I clench my pussy hard on his dick which makes him moan in pleasure. I feel the first wave of my orgasm cascade over me and time seems to stop altogether. I scream as his cock plunges one last time into my tight pussy. The resting nest fell away as I'm thrown onto the ground as my orgasm runs through me. My eyes roll back and my body goes stiff as the nectar comes sliding from my sex onto Micheal's cock. With every passionate wave that followed I continued to ride through which suddenly forces his cum to shoot out of him in sticky ropes, right into my cunt. He groaned loudly and continued stroking slowly. As the first wave settled the second wave was just beginning. My body convulsed and my hands clenched. I tightened my muscles around his cock and screamed as loud as I could. My body convulsed as I rode out the last of my orgasm. "Fuuuuuck, oooh my goood yeeeesss" I screamed loudly as my nectar flooded my pussy and onto Micheal's thick cock. My knees go weak and I'm shivering violently. "Holy fuck" He grunts into the air and releases my hair and hands. He pulls out of me and balances himself by grasping the counter as i'm left, bent over the counter, trying my hardest to catch my breath. I slowly stand up and my sight goes blurry. My body is shaking and I find it hard to keep my balance. He runs his hands through his hair and picks me up, holding me behind my knees and by my shoulder blades, like a young baby. I look up at him as he proceeds to walk to my room. I rest my head against his chest, shaking from the aftermath, wrapping my arms around his neck. My pussy continues to quiver as we climbs the stairs and approaches my room. He sets me down on the bed and flips the covers back as I climb in. He follows after me and I rest my arm on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. We kiss passionately again, setting fire to my lunges and finally settle down for rest. I look out the window and see that it's dark outside. I close my eyes and suddenly, Micheal and I are the only ones left in the world. Left in pure heaven away from the outside world. I no longer care about my boyfriend as I drift into unconsciousness.
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The first in a series... look out for chapter two! [align=center]Two Songs on the Radio Chapter One[/align] She looked at me like no one ever had looked at me before. My eyes travelled the length and breadth of her form until I could no longer take it. Slowly, I lowered my hand and started pulling on my dick. It was a daily ritual for me. Wanking off to some porn. Sure, I longed for more, but in my life that sort of thing never tended to happen. It wasn't that I was unpopular, just not what the girls would have called "shagable" As the video got hotter my strokes became faster. I could feel the sperm building up, just waiting to explode out of me. But before I had a chance. The doorbell rang. 'Fuck!' I screamed. I closed the video down and pulled my trousers up. In a normal situation I wouldn't have bothered but my dad was waiting for a package and if I missed the delivery, he would have skinned me alive. As I ran down the stairs I hastily rubbed my hands on the back of my jeans, I was so terrified of taking the package out of the delivery guys hand to find that there was a load of precum all over. With a quick final rub, I opened the door. 'Oh, Hi Jake.' I didn't know how to feel. It was Tracey, a good friend of mine who went to school with me. We had been friends since we were thirteen and did everything together. Now though at an age of 18 other thing's had slowly crept into my mind as to what I'd like to do with her. Tracey was tall and slim. Not too slim that she would win a 'Miss Stick' competition but thin enough so that she didn't look too unhealthy. Her dark brown eyes and light red hair seemed to intoxicate me whenever I became too drawn into her. Her breats were beautiful. Rich and full, at a size I would have guessed at around a C cup, but then being a teenage boy I had little experience in dealing with this sort of thing. It was just a guess. Tracey looked at me and then said with a grin 'I'm having a party at my house tonight. You know, we're all going off to Uni next week so I thought it would be good if we got a load of people together and...' 'Get completley ratassed?' I completed her sentence for me. She laughed. 'Yeah, well be round at about 8 okay?' I nodded. She gave a short wave then turned and left. Sighing I closed the door behind her and placed my back on it. I fell down to the floor and ran my hands through my hair. But my hands were sticky, and smelling oddly too. I hadn't wiped off all the precum. ---- After a quick shower I returned to the computer in my bedroom. All hope had been abandoned now and if there was any chance that I may continue what I had started it was thrown out as soon as I opened up the video folder again. My dad was home. The rest of the afternoon was spent alone in my room. Resigned to the fact that I would have to wait until I got home from Tracey's party in which to satisfy my lustious teenage desires, I opened up a game of CS and played well on until my mum called me for dinner. 'Boys knock it off.' Mum had come back into the dining room carrying the bowl of spagetti she had prepared. My father, an old fashioned man, was sat by the fireplace, reading the evening paper. If the smell of mum's cooking didn't awaken his prehistoric nostrils then nothing would. I was quite sure of that. 'I'm going over to Tracey's. She's having a party tonight as a goodbye to everyone.' 'Oh, well don't be home too late and if you are out all night, make sure you take some protection 'You look nice where are you going?' 'Gay convention.' my brother Alex said, his head absorbed in his Nintendo DS as he sat at the dining table. 'For the last time, I'm not gay.' 'Sure,' Alex said 'I'll beleive you. Just wait til your gone. I'll be looking for your mags in your bedroom.' 'Only because you don't have any of your own you dirty pervert.' .' she winked. Alex roared 'Good Lord, he has a dick!' Dinner went by quickly. Or as quickly as I could have hoped. It was still light by the time I left and headed towards Tracey's house.She lived a few streets away so it wasn't much of a walk home. Tracey was the one that started it all for me. She was my guardian angel they say. When I was thirteen, a tiny little squirt with an ego half the size of London and an attitude to match. But there were others who had bigger ego's and were bigger in general. Me being a prat most of the time didn't help my reputation and it wasn't until Tracey became my friend that people finally started to respect me. Maybe they only did because I was friends with one of the best looking girls in our year? Maybe she helped me realise who I really was. Whatever happend I was sure it would break the moment we were seperated. I was fragile and she knew it. I could hear her houe before I saw it. Blazing rock music and a tornado of noise and calls from half drunk, and in some cases drunk, teenagers. Tracey's house was the only place we could really have a decent party. Her parents were often out on what they called 'Buisness trips' and she had no annoying siblings. When it was suggested that we have the parties at my house I laughed. My dad was more likley to vote for the communist party then let me have a house party on my own. My friend Jason was already waiting in the kitchen a beer in hand and a joint behind his ear. 'About time I was wondering where you'd got to.' he handed me a beer and I took it thankfully. 'I was busy.' Jason raised his eyebrows. 'Not like that... I did that earlier... well tried to-you wouldn't believe it, almost finished and guess who calls?' 'Me I guess?' Tracey was standing in the door way, one hand on her hip, the other holding a bottle of Smirnoff. She raised her eyebrows at me in a way that said 'Boy's...' but came over to hug me notheless. 'Good party.' I said once we had withdrawn. Tracey nodded 'Yeah, it would be if Mark and Joanne weren't causing a que for the bog with their stupid fucking?' 'Mark and Joanne are fucking upstairs?' Jason asked seemingly amazed. 'Yes, and if you are going to smoke that please do it outside. My parents can live with puke stains, cum stains and burns in the carpet but I'm sure they'd have more to say if they came home to find the smell of skunk everywhere.' 'Alright, alright, keep your knickers on.' The night progressed and soon, after Mark and Joanne had vacated the toilet, the party really began to heat up. Drink was coming from everywhere, I had no idea where it all had come from and ending up drinking a lot of it myself. By the earlier hours though, it was winding down. People were going off home. Jason had wandered off around half eleven and I had no idea where he had gone. By two, most of the people had gone and it was just myself and Tracey sat in her room. 'I don't think he's shit...' Tracey was saying as she looked over a newspaper that had been found out on the stairs 'He's one of their best players... who would Ilkiss be able to play off if he wasn't there?' I laughed 'So you know all about Football now do you?' 'I'm not claiming to be an expert but...' She laughed again. Her eyes drew into mine and for a moment she stared into my eyes. I felt her take my hand. She kissed it. It was as if a button had been switched on in my body. Electric was running through me. It was only a kiss on the hand... but it was a kiss.. I leant into her, still gazing into her brown eyes and our lip met. It was as if fire was erupting in my head. I placed my hand on her cheek. She responded by holding onto my shoulder with her right arm and exploring my lower back with her left. Then we drew apart and the girl that I saw didn't seem to be the girl I knew. She was an adult at last. She had grown into a woman. With fire and lust in her mind, Tracey jumped off the bed and onto the floor. She looked up at me seductivley and I felt my dick spring to attention. Like a soildier recieving his morning drill. Slowly Tracey pulled down my trousers and then my pants. I had been waiting for this and now it was here. But I didn't know how to act, it was going so much quicker than I had ever anticipated. My cock was lying flat against my stomach. Not entirely huge it seemed to excite Tracey. She held it one hand while the other awkwardly tried to remove her own items of clothing. It was a odd sight so, frozen as I was I nevertheless bent over and helped her pull her shirt off. She was wearing no bra. Tracey's breasts fell lightly against her chest as the tension was released from her shirt. My calculation were about right. Her breasts were firm and ripe and looked as though they had been custom built for this sole purpose. It was a while before I realised that Tracey was pummuling my own dick. Eyes wide, I had not taken much attention since her shirt had been pulled off but now my mine was fixed on that sparkling face below me. That wonder of a girl. She was moving slow. It was obvious she was somewhat trained in this art and all I felt was a light throbbing as tension began to build up. After a while she put her hand behind her back and lowered her mouth onto the head of my cock. It felt like nothing I could ever had dreampt of. Nothing I couldn't have imagined. She teased my cock for a moment before plunging the whole member into her mouth. As I had mentioned before I was not too big and so it filled her mouth with little problem. Then she began to suck. I was on another world completley. My thoughts, my mind my memories; they all but belonged to someone else. I was there, then and any indication of events past or future were discarded. This forever. The pressure in my cock had been filling up emensfully over the past few minutes. The tip was now dribbling with precum which Tracey licked off with relish. But, all of a sudden she pulled away. 'What's going on?' 'I wanted to save you. You're going to fuck me now.' This had been so much more then I had bargained for. 'Fuck you?' 'You heard me.' She pulled her jeans down slowly and I removed my shirt thinking that if I was going to do this, I might as well do it properly. Tracey climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself so that I could enter her from above, the missionary position. I took a quick look at her cunt and saw that it too was dribbling. Gently, I raised a hand and stroked it. Tracey shivered and a wicked grin spread across her face. 'Go on. You seem to know what you're doing.' If she believed in me then why not. I lowered myself and placed another finger slowly on her clit. With that hand I started to manipulate her and with my other hand I took two fingers and slowly plunged them into the ether of her sex. Her breaths came in short shallow gasps and she clenched the bed covers tightly. True, this was my first time but Tracey didn't seem to think I was doing anything wrong. Spurred on by this I continued until she placed her hand down by mine and looked back into my eyes. There was a look I didn't need translating.. I repositioned myself so my, now semi hard cock, could enter her vagina. I reached round and took her shoulders gently. Then I slowly lowered myself into her. Her moans persisted. My cock went hard again less than an inch away from her, the pressure that had been building up since before was back and it didn't seem to want to stop. I moved slowly. Not wanting to spoil it for her. But Tracey had other plans. She grabbed by behind and pushed my cock further and further into her pussy. 'Faster.' she moaned. I dared to go a little faster. 'Faster.' I obliged. 'Fuck me fast and hard Jake.' she cried and I lost all sense of purpose and thrust harder and faster than I had done so far. 'Fuck fuck fuck! I'm cumming!' she yelled and I felt her clench around my cock. It had reached the end of it's tether it let go. Pouring round after round of semen into her cunt. After a moment I stopped. She was breathing quickly and my dick had quickly lost all it's hardness. I pulled away from her slowly and lay on the bed next to her. She looked at me. Her eyes told more than words could as she held my hand in hers. After a moment I dared to speak. It was something I knew was coming. Something I had been dreading in this silly dream plan I had made. 'Don't go.' I whispered. Tracey turned her head away from mine but still held my hand tight. Her silence spoke a thousand words.
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"Look, But Don't Touch" The door handle rattles in the lock and they stumble through the door. Entwined together, they giggle, trip, and collapse to the floor in a heap of winter coats, mittens and half drunken kissing. Diana, the wife has been laughing hysterically for the last two blocks over what, her husband Keith has attributed to nothing at all. The cheap merlot the bartender had poured had obviously dissolved whatever posed as a filter for her sense of humor and now all of the laughter that the week's hard work had bottled inside her was pouring out of her like the dry, red wine. Keith on the other hand, was always the quiet one. He laughed on the inside, but all he expressed outwardly was an ear to ear smile, the four gin and tonics loosening his muscles, but as usual not his mind. He loved it when she was happy, and since she'd taken on the extra classes during the week, there hadn't been much time for her. He slipped a hand behind her flowing hair, which began the night bound up, but in the evening of drinking and dancing and falling to the living room had become partly disheveled. He pulled her in tight for a long, soft kiss. Diana parted her lips to emit a soft sigh ad immediately brought her lover's top lip between hers and sucked gently, releasing and sliding into a wet, warm kiss, her tongue sliding across his, the romantic flame being stoked after a four month drought of all nighters, double shifts at the diner and drama with her friends. They hadn't had a chance to be truly romantic in the better part of a semester's worth of time, and the two of them were both ready to tear into each other the first chance they got. Keith, being the usual aggressive partner, shifted his weight and started to roll on top of his lover, but she continued the roll and ended up straddling him, her warmth pressed to his hardness, only two layers of denim and a bit of cotton fabric separating their love for each other. She continued her rant of giggling, almost tipping to one side and thus relinquishing her dominance, but she eventually righted herself and leaned forward, resting her hands on the carpet behind his head. Always having been a breast man, the sight of his lover's bust mere inches from his face was too much temptation and he brought his hands up to the zipper of her winter jacket, starting to slide it down, anxious to reveal the next layer underneath. She stopped him mid-stride, halting his boyish Christmas-like unwrapping with a playful swat to the wrist. He retracted and looked up at her, dumbfounded. Wanting to protest, but not sure what to say, he smiled and placed his hands on her firm, feminine hips. Again, she swatted her lover's wrists. With a playful smile which at the corners curled like the randy little devil she was, she stated "Look... but don't touch." She looked him dead in the eyes, smiling as if to say "trust me, I know what I'm doing.” and slowly began to undo the zipper herself, dragging the painted metal release slowly down the front of her jacket, progressively slower the farther down she pulled, making sure it made plenty of noise, the sound of the coat's unfastening heightening his anticipation. Keith reached up to grasp the fronts of her jacket to try and help her shrug out of it, and once again she slapped his hands away, a little more fervently this time, as if to bring the point home. Once free of the white nylon overcoat, she brought her arms behind her and allowed the garment to pile in a crumpled heap at his feet. She next brought her hands to her front, down to the bottom of her maroon sweater. Keith, growing harder by the moment, began to squirm beneath her, convinced that she was about to alleviate herself from the weight of a knit sweater, but was disappointed when she instead began unfastening her belt, the black leather and small silver rivets coming free of the denim loops with a slip and whoosh. She grasped the ends of the belt and leaned forward, closing the garment into a loop and securing her husband’s wrists, tightening the belt until she was sure his hands were playfully shackled together. She leaned in and started to steal a kiss, pulling away just as his lips grazed hers, Keith lunging forward, trying to take what was rightfully his. She giggled to herself and undid the front of his jacket, spreading out the thick coat, the sleeves and front portions ruffled out to his sides, unable to lift it above his head with his hands tied. Lifting up on his t-shirt underneath, she began placing small tender kisses across the ultra sensitive sides of his bare stomach. He was a ticklish man, and she was careful not to set off a laughing fit. He did anything but, groaning a bit with delight, eyes closed, reveling in the sensations. She knew what he wanted, what set him off, and she was starting to really get him going. She tugged on a finger full of the hairs leading from his pubic area up his stomach and across his belly button, lightly as she turned her kiss into the solid contact of her soft, warm tongue. Sliding one wet licking kiss all the way up his flank, across his abs, she stopped for a brief wet kiss on his sternum. Finally crossing his pec over to his right nipple, her sensuous tongue curled around the tightening nub. He gasped aloud with delight. She tilted her face toward his and locked her eyes to his, eyebrows angled devilishly as she clenched his erect nipple between her teeth, tugging on the sensitive tissue as he once again gasped aloud, a wave of intense pleasure with just a splash of sharp pain, altogether a wonderful cocktail of sensation. She released the hold of her teeth and licked and tongued and sucked his pleasure point until his toe curled, fingers wrenched in pleasure and his back arched, his hips lifting his blushing, giggling, inebriated bride off the carpet, almost tipping her off of her perch, again righting herself, determined to remain in control. She leaned back on her hands, both between his thighs, lifting a hand off the beige, shag floor and dragging it across his lap, teasing his testes through his jeans with her fingertips. His senses were heightened, and he cried out with pleasure, so eager to rip the belt from around his wrists, rip her clothes from her perfect body and fuck her silly until she didn’t know which way was up. He tugged at his stylish leather restraint, and reality set in, she was clearly in charge, just roll with it. She spread her fingers, splayed across his bulging package, his hardness almost painful, being restricted uncomfortably by the denim jeans and the black cotton boxer briefs beneath. She pressed her hand against his hardness, curling her fingers around its outline, grinding the fabric against his taught skin, the sensation sending a ripple of sexual tension up his spine. She squeezed harder and then released, leaning back into an upright kneeling position, sliding her hands slowly, sensually up her hips, across her skin tight blue jeans, across the missing belt loops, across the fuzzy surface of her knit sweater and coming to rest on the outside edges of her perfect, womanly breasts. She squeezed with her hands, the skin, fabric and underwire contorting as she moaned aloud, putting on a show for him. She ground her warmth against him again and the sensation returned, another wave pulsing from his long neglected genitals, all the way up the length of his body. She gazed into his eyes as he moaned, grinding against him with a bit more fervor, enjoying the sense of empowerment as she continued to dry hump her supine lover. She slid her hands down the length of her stomach, to her waist, undoing the metal fastener of her pants button. She released her grip on her upper pant waist, deciding it wasn’t time for that yet, and things would happen when she wanted tonight. She grasped the soft fabric of her sweater and lifted skyward, first revealing the soft, pale skin of her belly, then her ribs, slowing to an inching crawl as the fluorescent lighting started to tease and reflect the intricate lace of her black, low cut brassiere. The black, lacy fabric barely enough to contain her beautiful, soft, womanly breasts, She tossed the sweater aside when she had finished the first part of her little strip tease and contorted her wrists behind her back, expertly shrugging loose the rear clasp of the bra and leaned forward, catching the straps with her arms tight against her sides. In doing so, she prevented the whole garment from falling completely down her front, the hint of a tight, pink nipple peeking through the bountiful display of flowing mammary tissue. She had teased him long enough she decided and released her arms, allowing the bra to fall silently to her man’s chest, her beautiful breasts free from clothing, Keith did everything he could to keep from salivating. She brushed the garment aside and returned to the business at hand. Another thrust and it was almost too much for poor Keith to bear, having to fight his instincts back to keep from coming right off the get go. He gritted his teeth and let forth a primal grunt, expressing his pleasure, his frustration, his animal aggression all coming through in one monosyllabic utterance. Diana sensed his loins tightening and slowed her gyrating hips to a stop and leaned forward, pressing her breasts to either side of Keith’s face. He began to eagerly lap, lack, and suck, teasing her sensitive nipples, dancing his tongue across her areolas, drinking in deep her skin, her scent, her taste. As he took to her breasts with a ravenous relish, she reached down, gasping between breaths as he pleased her as only he knew how, the best he could without the use of his hands. She brought her fingers down to the half undone zipper, fumbling between their two bodies to undo it the rest of the way, beginning to slide her blue jeans down from over the top of her black g-string panties. Using the heel or her right shoe, she kicked the left free from her foot, her cold, socked toes forcing the other shoe off, wriggling her body against his, she managed to slide her tight denim jeans down her perfect, round buttocks, down her toned legs and down to her feet. Kicking and thrashing for just a moment, she fought against the denim and still a bit against the merlot, to free her legs from the name brand blue jeans. She was in a forceful mood, more so with each passing moment. She decided to herself, time to take what she wanted. Propping herself up on her hands, she slid her pelvis across his, their sexes meeting once again in a hot preview of things to come. She stopped when she came to rest with her knees on the carpet, straddling his chest, her near naked wetness only inches in front of his face. She wasted no words, no bothering with the usual sequence of foreplay, the usual routine. She was way too heated for that bullshit. He ripped the front fabric of her cotton panties to the side and forced her sex into Keith’s face. Totally taken aback by his woman’s dominant, forceful behavior, he slipped easily into the role that his current restraint forced him into, burying his nose into her pubic mound and licking away at her wet, slippery sex. Her lips parted and a louder moan and giggle of sheer delight sounded from her being as she pressed the back of Keith’s head into her, encouraging him to continue eating her, wishing he would never stop, the attention to her clit causing shivers, the slow, soft penetrations of her womanly lips by his tongue, pressing shallow strokes inside her, driving her mad. Before he got a chance to truly set her off, she retracted from his oral attentions, pulling back just enough so she could swivel her position, still straddling his chest below the shoulders, but now she faced his feet, his gaze on her perfectly formed buttocks, the displaced string of her panties still off to one side, the outer lips of her wet warmth peeking from between her soft thighs. She leaned forward and grasped at his pants button and zipper. With no pause for effect, she unceremoniously ripped them both open and reached inside the new opening in his clothing, her fingers plucking up the elastic waist band of his gray cotton boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his rock hard erection, which sprang free. She eagerly grasped the bulging shaft of his hardness, as eager to play with her favorite part of his body as any child would be eager with a brand new toy, without hesitation she took him into her hungry, eager mouth, sucking and licking the throbbing tip of his penis. He leaned forward and once again buried his face in her wet sex, desperate to please his bride, who no longer blushed, but rather fellated her loving husband with the deft skill of a veteran, her hand stroking up and down on him as she pleased his most sensitive bits with her mouth. As he licked and sucked away at her, he felt her begin to tense up, her clit tightening and her breathing began to become ragged, beginning to take breaks from her own loving attentions to catch her breath, as his ample hard on left no room in her mouth. Eager as she might be, she was beginning to lose control of herself. Her breath turned shallow, as though she were breathing in something other than air, something which would not allow her to catch her breath, she leaned back a bit, pressing his stiffness against her chest, against her heart. Her back arched a moment later and she began to cry out, trying to gasp encouragement to her lover, but her exact meaning getting caught between "Oh, God." "I'm cuuuuuuumi--- God, yes!" "And don't you dare fucking stop!" Wanting to simply collapse into heap on top of her lover, let him take control and let him fuck the rest of her orgasm out of her, she realized that in his current position, it would be damned near impossible to take control of anything, up to his neck in his wife's wet sex, shackled at the wrists, pants still partly secured around his thighs, he wasn't going anywhere, at least not without looking totally retarded. She gathered what strength she had left and slid herself along his body, her wet labia teasing his chest, stomach and finally coming to rest right where they belonged. She raised herself to the balls of her feet, still holding a firm grasp around his well aroused manhood, she lowered her weight, impaling herself on him. They both cried out with pleasure as he entered her, or rather she took him in. The two exchanged no words, no "I love you's", not even so much as a soft start-off. No, this was different; they weren't a married couple, husband and wife making love in their married home. They were a man and a woman, two young animals. Animals with a distinct lack of body hair and the ability to perform math and with an appreciation for art and religion, but they nonetheless were animals. They weren't making love; this was a good rough fuck on the carpet, the two grunting and panting with the pulses and waves of sexual energy, pleasure, and the raw animalistic force of sex. With each passing thrust, she ground deeper and harder against his body, her swaying undulation causing her breasts to bounce and her breath to become more of a rhythmic pant. She was thoroughly enjoying her newfound dominance, lost in her own gratification, neglecting their usual niceties of eye contact and deep kissing, focusing solely on her sensations, still mid orgasm. She cried out with pleasure, throwing her head back, running one hand's fingers through her hypersensitive hair and scalp while the other clutched tightly at her left breast, squeezing and contorting the squishy flesh as she rode her man hard and fast. Keith moaned aloud as the all too familiar sensation began to build in his loins, the tension increasing by the second, begging for release. The rhythms of his groans and pantings began to coincide with hers as he neared his climax. She knew him well enough to know what was happening, and as his groans nearly became a ragged shout she leaned forward on her elbows, her thrusts changing to an up and down slide, skillfully masturbating his shaft with her slick, hot wetness. She took all of him in, and back out as his loins contracted, groaning and gasping with each wave as he began to orgasm, his fluids pumping into her waiting insides in spurts. Several waves of pleasure and his mind was jello. He collapsed back, eyes nearly shut, head contacting the carpet with a muted thump. She slowed her hips to a crawl, and then stopped; looking over her shoulder at her post orgasmic husband, lying slumped on the floor. She slowly raised her hips, his slickened hardness sliding from her and falling against his body, already softening. She rose to her feet, and without words walked away toward the bedroom. As she hit the doorway, she turned her neck to view her man, still on the floor, just starting to get control of his faculties. He lifted his bound hands against his chest and slowly, shakily sat up, attempting to rise to his feet. He tripped over his pants, still around his thighs. She smiled wickedly at him as if to say "You have fun with that", and stepped through the threshold, shutting the door quietly behind her, playfully, smugly swaying her naked bottom as she went.
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The first in a series... look out for chapter two! [align=center]Two Songs on the Radio Chapter One[/align] She looked at me like no one ever had looked at me before. My eyes travelled the length and breadth of her form until I could no longer take it. Slowly, I lowered my hand and started pulling on my dick. It was a daily ritual for me. Wanking off to some porn. Sure, I longed for more, but in my life that sort of thing never tended to happen. It wasn't that I was unpopular, just not what the girls would have called "shagable" As the video got hotter my strokes became faster. I could feel the sperm building up, just waiting to explode out of me. But before I had a chance. The doorbell rang. 'Fuck!' I screamed. I closed the video down and pulled my trousers up. In a normal situation I wouldn't have bothered but my dad was waiting for a package and if I missed the delivery, he would have skinned me alive. As I ran down the stairs I hastily rubbed my hands on the back of my jeans, I was so terrified of taking the package out of the delivery guys hand to find that there was a load of precum all over. With a quick final rub, I opened the door. 'Oh, Hi Jake.' I didn't know how to feel. It was Tracey, a good friend of mine who went to school with me. We had been friends since we were thirteen and did everything together. Now though at an age of 18 other thing's had slowly crept into my mind as to what I'd like to do with her. Tracey was tall and slim. Not too slim that she would win a 'Miss Stick' competition but thin enough so that she didn't look too unhealthy. Her dark brown eyes and light red hair seemed to intoxicate me whenever I became too drawn into her. Her breats were beautiful. Rich and full, at a size I would have guessed at around a C cup, but then being a teenage boy I had little experience in dealing with this sort of thing. It was just a guess. Tracey looked at me and then said with a grin 'I'm having a party at my house tonight. You know, we're all going off to Uni next week so I thought it would be good if we got a load of people together and...' 'Get completley ratassed?' I completed her sentence for me. She laughed. 'Yeah, well be round at about 8 okay?' I nodded. She gave a short wave then turned and left. Sighing I closed the door behind her and placed my back on it. I fell down to the floor and ran my hands through my hair. But my hands were sticky, and smelling oddly too. I hadn't wiped off all the precum. ---- After a quick shower I returned to the computer in my bedroom. All hope had been abandoned now and if there was any chance that I may continue what I had started it was thrown out as soon as I opened up the video folder again. My dad was home. The rest of the afternoon was spent alone in my room. Resigned to the fact that I would have to wait until I got home from Tracey's party in which to satisfy my lustious teenage desires, I opened up a game of CS and played well on until my mum called me for dinner. 'Boys knock it off.' Mum had come back into the dining room carrying the bowl of spagetti she had prepared. My father, an old fashioned man, was sat by the fireplace, reading the evening paper. If the smell of mum's cooking didn't awaken his prehistoric nostrils then nothing would. I was quite sure of that. 'I'm going over to Tracey's. She's having a party tonight as a goodbye to everyone.' 'Oh, well don't be home too late and if you are out all night, make sure you take some protection 'You look nice where are you going?' 'Gay convention.' my brother Alex said, his head absorbed in his Nintendo DS as he sat at the dining table. 'For the last time, I'm not gay.' 'Sure,' Alex said 'I'll beleive you. Just wait til your gone. I'll be looking for your mags in your bedroom.' 'Only because you don't have any of your own you dirty pervert.' .' she winked. Alex roared 'Good Lord, he has a dick!' Dinner went by quickly. Or as quickly as I could have hoped. It was still light by the time I left and headed towards Tracey's house.She lived a few streets away so it wasn't much of a walk home. Tracey was the one that started it all for me. She was my guardian angel they say. When I was thirteen, a tiny little squirt with an ego half the size of London and an attitude to match. But there were others who had bigger ego's and were bigger in general. Me being a prat most of the time didn't help my reputation and it wasn't until Tracey became my friend that people finally started to respect me. Maybe they only did because I was friends with one of the best looking girls in our year? Maybe she helped me realise who I really was. Whatever happend I was sure it would break the moment we were seperated. I was fragile and she knew it. I could hear her houe before I saw it. Blazing rock music and a tornado of noise and calls from half drunk, and in some cases drunk, teenagers. Tracey's house was the only place we could really have a decent party. Her parents were often out on what they called 'Buisness trips' and she had no annoying siblings. When it was suggested that we have the parties at my house I laughed. My dad was more likley to vote for the communist party then let me have a house party on my own. My friend Jason was already waiting in the kitchen a beer in hand and a joint behind his ear. 'About time I was wondering where you'd got to.' he handed me a beer and I took it thankfully. 'I was busy.' Jason raised his eyebrows. 'Not like that... I did that earlier... well tried to-you wouldn't believe it, almost finished and guess who calls?' 'Me I guess?' Tracey was standing in the door way, one hand on her hip, the other holding a bottle of Smirnoff. She raised her eyebrows at me in a way that said 'Boy's...' but came over to hug me notheless. 'Good party.' I said once we had withdrawn. Tracey nodded 'Yeah, it would be if Mark and Joanne weren't causing a que for the bog with their stupid fucking?' 'Mark and Joanne are fucking upstairs?' Jason asked seemingly amazed. 'Yes, and if you are going to smoke that please do it outside. My parents can live with puke stains, cum stains and burns in the carpet but I'm sure they'd have more to say if they came home to find the smell of skunk everywhere.' 'Alright, alright, keep your knickers on.' The night progressed and soon, after Mark and Joanne had vacated the toilet, the party really began to heat up. Drink was coming from everywhere, I had no idea where it all had come from and ending up drinking a lot of it myself. By the earlier hours though, it was winding down. People were going off home. Jason had wandered off around half eleven and I had no idea where he had gone. By two, most of the people had gone and it was just myself and Tracey sat in her room. 'I don't think he's shit...' Tracey was saying as she looked over a newspaper that had been found out on the stairs 'He's one of their best players... who would Ilkiss be able to play off if he wasn't there?' I laughed 'So you know all about Football now do you?' 'I'm not claiming to be an expert but...' She laughed again. Her eyes drew into mine and for a moment she stared into my eyes. I felt her take my hand. She kissed it. It was as if a button had been switched on in my body. Electric was running through me. It was only a kiss on the hand... but it was a kiss.. I leant into her, still gazing into her brown eyes and our lip met. It was as if fire was erupting in my head. I placed my hand on her cheek. She responded by holding onto my shoulder with her right arm and exploring my lower back with her left. Then we drew apart and the girl that I saw didn't seem to be the girl I knew. She was an adult at last. She had grown into a woman. With fire and lust in her mind, Tracey jumped off the bed and onto the floor. She looked up at me seductivley and I felt my dick spring to attention. Like a soildier recieving his morning drill. Slowly Tracey pulled down my trousers and then my pants. I had been waiting for this and now it was here. But I didn't know how to act, it was going so much quicker than I had ever anticipated. My cock was lying flat against my stomach. Not entirely huge it seemed to excite Tracey. She held it one hand while the other awkwardly tried to remove her own items of clothing. It was a odd sight so, frozen as I was I nevertheless bent over and helped her pull her shirt off. She was wearing no bra. Tracey's breasts fell lightly against her chest as the tension was released from her shirt. My calculation were about right. Her breasts were firm and ripe and looked as though they had been custom built for this sole purpose. It was a while before I realised that Tracey was pummuling my own dick. Eyes wide, I had not taken much attention since her shirt had been pulled off but now my mine was fixed on that sparkling face below me. That wonder of a girl. She was moving slow. It was obvious she was somewhat trained in this art and all I felt was a light throbbing as tension began to build up. After a while she put her hand behind her back and lowered her mouth onto the head of my cock. It felt like nothing I could ever had dreampt of. Nothing I couldn't have imagined. She teased my cock for a moment before plunging the whole member into her mouth. As I had mentioned before I was not too big and so it filled her mouth with little problem. Then she began to suck. I was on another world completley. My thoughts, my mind my memories; they all but belonged to someone else. I was there, then and any indication of events past or future were discarded. This forever. The pressure in my cock had been filling up emensfully over the past few minutes. The tip was now dribbling with precum which Tracey licked off with relish. But, all of a sudden she pulled away. 'What's going on?' 'I wanted to save you. You're going to fuck me now.' This had been so much more then I had bargained for. 'Fuck you?' 'You heard me.' She pulled her jeans down slowly and I removed my shirt thinking that if I was going to do this, I might as well do it properly. Tracey climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself so that I could enter her from above, the missionary position. I took a quick look at her cunt and saw that it too was dribbling. Gently, I raised a hand and stroked it. Tracey shivered and a wicked grin spread across her face. 'Go on. You seem to know what you're doing.' If she believed in me then why not. I lowered myself and placed another finger slowly on her clit. With that hand I started to manipulate her and with my other hand I took two fingers and slowly plunged them into the ether of her sex. Her breaths came in short shallow gasps and she clenched the bed covers tightly. True, this was my first time but Tracey didn't seem to think I was doing anything wrong. Spurred on by this I continued until she placed her hand down by mine and looked back into my eyes. There was a look I didn't need translating.. I repositioned myself so my, now semi hard cock, could enter her vagina. I reached round and took her shoulders gently. Then I slowly lowered myself into her. Her moans persisted. My cock went hard again less than an inch away from her, the pressure that had been building up since before was back and it didn't seem to want to stop. I moved slowly. Not wanting to spoil it for her. But Tracey had other plans. She grabbed by behind and pushed my cock further and further into her pussy. 'Faster.' she moaned. I dared to go a little faster. 'Faster.' I obliged. 'Fuck me fast and hard Jake.' she cried and I lost all sense of purpose and thrust harder and faster than I had done so far. 'Fuck fuck fuck! I'm cumming!' she yelled and I felt her clench around my cock. It had reached the end of it's tether it let go. Pouring round after round of semen into her cunt. After a moment I stopped. She was breathing quickly and my dick had quickly lost all it's hardness. I pulled away from her slowly and lay on the bed next to her. She looked at me. Her eyes told more than words could as she held my hand in hers. After a moment I dared to speak. It was something I knew was coming. Something I had been dreading in this silly dream plan I had made. 'Don't go.' I whispered. Tracey turned her head away from mine but still held my hand tight. Her silence spoke a thousand words.
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The first in a series... look out for chapter two! [align=center]Two Songs on the Radio Chapter One[/align] She looked at me like no one ever had looked at me before. My eyes travelled the length and breadth of her form until I could no longer take it. Slowly, I lowered my hand and started pulling on my dick. It was a daily ritual for me. Wanking off to some porn. Sure, I longed for more, but in my life that sort of thing never tended to happen. It wasn't that I was unpopular, just not what the girls would have called "shagable" As the video got hotter my strokes became faster. I could feel the sperm building up, just waiting to explode out of me. But before I had a chance. The doorbell rang. 'Fuck!' I screamed. I closed the video down and pulled my trousers up. In a normal situation I wouldn't have bothered but my dad was waiting for a package and if I missed the delivery, he would have skinned me alive. As I ran down the stairs I hastily rubbed my hands on the back of my jeans, I was so terrified of taking the package out of the delivery guys hand to find that there was a load of precum all over. With a quick final rub, I opened the door. 'Oh, Hi Jake.' I didn't know how to feel. It was Tracey, a good friend of mine who went to school with me. We had been friends since we were thirteen and did everything together. Now though at an age of 18 other thing's had slowly crept into my mind as to what I'd like to do with her. Tracey was tall and slim. Not too slim that she would win a 'Miss Stick' competition but thin enough so that she didn't look too unhealthy. Her dark brown eyes and light red hair seemed to intoxicate me whenever I became too drawn into her. Her breats were beautiful. Rich and full, at a size I would have guessed at around a C cup, but then being a teenage boy I had little experience in dealing with this sort of thing. It was just a guess. Tracey looked at me and then said with a grin 'I'm having a party at my house tonight. You know, we're all going off to Uni next week so I thought it would be good if we got a load of people together and...' 'Get completley ratassed?' I completed her sentence for me. She laughed. 'Yeah, well be round at about 8 okay?' I nodded. She gave a short wave then turned and left. Sighing I closed the door behind her and placed my back on it. I fell down to the floor and ran my hands through my hair. But my hands were sticky, and smelling oddly too. I hadn't wiped off all the precum. ---- After a quick shower I returned to the computer in my bedroom. All hope had been abandoned now and if there was any chance that I may continue what I had started it was thrown out as soon as I opened up the video folder again. My dad was home. The rest of the afternoon was spent alone in my room. Resigned to the fact that I would have to wait until I got home from Tracey's party in which to satisfy my lustious teenage desires, I opened up a game of CS and played well on until my mum called me for dinner. 'Boys knock it off.' Mum had come back into the dining room carrying the bowl of spagetti she had prepared. My father, an old fashioned man, was sat by the fireplace, reading the evening paper. If the smell of mum's cooking didn't awaken his prehistoric nostrils then nothing would. I was quite sure of that. 'I'm going over to Tracey's. She's having a party tonight as a goodbye to everyone.' 'Oh, well don't be home too late and if you are out all night, make sure you take some protection 'You look nice where are you going?' 'Gay convention.' my brother Alex said, his head absorbed in his Nintendo DS as he sat at the dining table. 'For the last time, I'm not gay.' 'Sure,' Alex said 'I'll beleive you. Just wait til your gone. I'll be looking for your mags in your bedroom.' 'Only because you don't have any of your own you dirty pervert.' .' she winked. Alex roared 'Good Lord, he has a dick!' Dinner went by quickly. Or as quickly as I could have hoped. It was still light by the time I left and headed towards Tracey's house.She lived a few streets away so it wasn't much of a walk home. Tracey was the one that started it all for me. She was my guardian angel they say. When I was thirteen, a tiny little squirt with an ego half the size of London and an attitude to match. But there were others who had bigger ego's and were bigger in general. Me being a prat most of the time didn't help my reputation and it wasn't until Tracey became my friend that people finally started to respect me. Maybe they only did because I was friends with one of the best looking girls in our year? Maybe she helped me realise who I really was. Whatever happend I was sure it would break the moment we were seperated. I was fragile and she knew it. I could hear her houe before I saw it. Blazing rock music and a tornado of noise and calls from half drunk, and in some cases drunk, teenagers. Tracey's house was the only place we could really have a decent party. Her parents were often out on what they called 'Buisness trips' and she had no annoying siblings. When it was suggested that we have the parties at my house I laughed. My dad was more likley to vote for the communist party then let me have a house party on my own. My friend Jason was already waiting in the kitchen a beer in hand and a joint behind his ear. 'About time I was wondering where you'd got to.' he handed me a beer and I took it thankfully. 'I was busy.' Jason raised his eyebrows. 'Not like that... I did that earlier... well tried to-you wouldn't believe it, almost finished and guess who calls?' 'Me I guess?' Tracey was standing in the door way, one hand on her hip, the other holding a bottle of Smirnoff. She raised her eyebrows at me in a way that said 'Boy's...' but came over to hug me notheless. 'Good party.' I said once we had withdrawn. Tracey nodded 'Yeah, it would be if Mark and Joanne weren't causing a que for the bog with their stupid fucking?' 'Mark and Joanne are fucking upstairs?' Jason asked seemingly amazed. 'Yes, and if you are going to smoke that please do it outside. My parents can live with puke stains, cum stains and burns in the carpet but I'm sure they'd have more to say if they came home to find the smell of skunk everywhere.' 'Alright, alright, keep your knickers on.' The night progressed and soon, after Mark and Joanne had vacated the toilet, the party really began to heat up. Drink was coming from everywhere, I had no idea where it all had come from and ending up drinking a lot of it myself. By the earlier hours though, it was winding down. People were going off home. Jason had wandered off around half eleven and I had no idea where he had gone. By two, most of the people had gone and it was just myself and Tracey sat in her room. 'I don't think he's shit...' Tracey was saying as she looked over a newspaper that had been found out on the stairs 'He's one of their best players... who would Ilkiss be able to play off if he wasn't there?' I laughed 'So you know all about Football now do you?' 'I'm not claiming to be an expert but...' She laughed again. Her eyes drew into mine and for a moment she stared into my eyes. I felt her take my hand. She kissed it. It was as if a button had been switched on in my body. Electric was running through me. It was only a kiss on the hand... but it was a kiss.. I leant into her, still gazing into her brown eyes and our lip met. It was as if fire was erupting in my head. I placed my hand on her cheek. She responded by holding onto my shoulder with her right arm and exploring my lower back with her left. Then we drew apart and the girl that I saw didn't seem to be the girl I knew. She was an adult at last. She had grown into a woman. With fire and lust in her mind, Tracey jumped off the bed and onto the floor. She looked up at me seductivley and I felt my dick spring to attention. Like a soildier recieving his morning drill. Slowly Tracey pulled down my trousers and then my pants. I had been waiting for this and now it was here. But I didn't know how to act, it was going so much quicker than I had ever anticipated. My cock was lying flat against my stomach. Not entirely huge it seemed to excite Tracey. She held it one hand while the other awkwardly tried to remove her own items of clothing. It was a odd sight so, frozen as I was I nevertheless bent over and helped her pull her shirt off. She was wearing no bra. Tracey's breasts fell lightly against her chest as the tension was released from her shirt. My calculation were about right. Her breasts were firm and ripe and looked as though they had been custom built for this sole purpose. It was a while before I realised that Tracey was pummuling my own dick. Eyes wide, I had not taken much attention since her shirt had been pulled off but now my mine was fixed on that sparkling face below me. That wonder of a girl. She was moving slow. It was obvious she was somewhat trained in this art and all I felt was a light throbbing as tension began to build up. After a while she put her hand behind her back and lowered her mouth onto the head of my cock. It felt like nothing I could ever had dreampt of. Nothing I couldn't have imagined. She teased my cock for a moment before plunging the whole member into her mouth. As I had mentioned before I was not too big and so it filled her mouth with little problem. Then she began to suck. I was on another world completley. My thoughts, my mind my memories; they all but belonged to someone else. I was there, then and any indication of events past or future were discarded. This forever. The pressure in my cock had been filling up emensfully over the past few minutes. The tip was now dribbling with precum which Tracey licked off with relish. But, all of a sudden she pulled away. 'What's going on?' 'I wanted to save you. You're going to fuck me now.' This had been so much more then I had bargained for. 'Fuck you?' 'You heard me.' She pulled her jeans down slowly and I removed my shirt thinking that if I was going to do this, I might as well do it properly. Tracey climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself so that I could enter her from above, the missionary position. I took a quick look at her cunt and saw that it too was dribbling. Gently, I raised a hand and stroked it. Tracey shivered and a wicked grin spread across her face. 'Go on. You seem to know what you're doing.' If she believed in me then why not. I lowered myself and placed another finger slowly on her clit. With that hand I started to manipulate her and with my other hand I took two fingers and slowly plunged them into the ether of her sex. Her breaths came in short shallow gasps and she clenched the bed covers tightly. True, this was my first time but Tracey didn't seem to think I was doing anything wrong. Spurred on by this I continued until she placed her hand down by mine and looked back into my eyes. There was a look I didn't need translating.. I repositioned myself so my, now semi hard cock, could enter her vagina. I reached round and took her shoulders gently. Then I slowly lowered myself into her. Her moans persisted. My cock went hard again less than an inch away from her, the pressure that had been building up since before was back and it didn't seem to want to stop. I moved slowly. Not wanting to spoil it for her. But Tracey had other plans. She grabbed by behind and pushed my cock further and further into her pussy. 'Faster.' she moaned. I dared to go a little faster. 'Faster.' I obliged. 'Fuck me fast and hard Jake.' she cried and I lost all sense of purpose and thrust harder and faster than I had done so far. 'Fuck fuck fuck! I'm cumming!' she yelled and I felt her clench around my cock. It had reached the end of it's tether it let go. Pouring round after round of semen into her cunt. After a moment I stopped. She was breathing quickly and my dick had quickly lost all it's hardness. I pulled away from her slowly and lay on the bed next to her. She looked at me. Her eyes told more than words could as she held my hand in hers. After a moment I dared to speak. It was something I knew was coming. Something I had been dreading in this silly dream plan I had made. 'Don't go.' I whispered. Tracey turned her head away from mine but still held my hand tight. Her silence spoke a thousand words.
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The first in a series... look out for chapter two! [align=center]Two Songs on the Radio Chapter One[/align] She looked at me like no one ever had looked at me before. My eyes travelled the length and breadth of her form until I could no longer take it. Slowly, I lowered my hand and started pulling on my dick. It was a daily ritual for me. Wanking off to some porn. Sure, I longed for more, but in my life that sort of thing never tended to happen. It wasn't that I was unpopular, just not what the girls would have called "shagable" As the video got hotter my strokes became faster. I could feel the sperm building up, just waiting to explode out of me. But before I had a chance. The doorbell rang. 'Fuck!' I screamed. I closed the video down and pulled my trousers up. In a normal situation I wouldn't have bothered but my dad was waiting for a package and if I missed the delivery, he would have skinned me alive. As I ran down the stairs I hastily rubbed my hands on the back of my jeans, I was so terrified of taking the package out of the delivery guys hand to find that there was a load of precum all over. With a quick final rub, I opened the door. 'Oh, Hi Jake.' I didn't know how to feel. It was Tracey, a good friend of mine who went to school with me. We had been friends since we were thirteen and did everything together. Now though at an age of 18 other thing's had slowly crept into my mind as to what I'd like to do with her. Tracey was tall and slim. Not too slim that she would win a 'Miss Stick' competition but thin enough so that she didn't look too unhealthy. Her dark brown eyes and light red hair seemed to intoxicate me whenever I became too drawn into her. Her breats were beautiful. Rich and full, at a size I would have guessed at around a C cup, but then being a teenage boy I had little experience in dealing with this sort of thing. It was just a guess. Tracey looked at me and then said with a grin 'I'm having a party at my house tonight. You know, we're all going off to Uni next week so I thought it would be good if we got a load of people together and...' 'Get completley ratassed?' I completed her sentence for me. She laughed. 'Yeah, well be round at about 8 okay?' I nodded. She gave a short wave then turned and left. Sighing I closed the door behind her and placed my back on it. I fell down to the floor and ran my hands through my hair. But my hands were sticky, and smelling oddly too. I hadn't wiped off all the precum. ---- After a quick shower I returned to the computer in my bedroom. All hope had been abandoned now and if there was any chance that I may continue what I had started it was thrown out as soon as I opened up the video folder again. My dad was home. The rest of the afternoon was spent alone in my room. Resigned to the fact that I would have to wait until I got home from Tracey's party in which to satisfy my lustious teenage desires, I opened up a game of CS and played well on until my mum called me for dinner. 'Boys knock it off.' Mum had come back into the dining room carrying the bowl of spagetti she had prepared. My father, an old fashioned man, was sat by the fireplace, reading the evening paper. If the smell of mum's cooking didn't awaken his prehistoric nostrils then nothing would. I was quite sure of that. 'I'm going over to Tracey's. She's having a party tonight as a goodbye to everyone.' 'Oh, well don't be home too late and if you are out all night, make sure you take some protection 'You look nice where are you going?' 'Gay convention.' my brother Alex said, his head absorbed in his Nintendo DS as he sat at the dining table. 'For the last time, I'm not gay.' 'Sure,' Alex said 'I'll beleive you. Just wait til your gone. I'll be looking for your mags in your bedroom.' 'Only because you don't have any of your own you dirty pervert.' .' she winked. Alex roared 'Good Lord, he has a dick!' Dinner went by quickly. Or as quickly as I could have hoped. It was still light by the time I left and headed towards Tracey's house.She lived a few streets away so it wasn't much of a walk home. Tracey was the one that started it all for me. She was my guardian angel they say. When I was thirteen, a tiny little squirt with an ego half the size of London and an attitude to match. But there were others who had bigger ego's and were bigger in general. Me being a prat most of the time didn't help my reputation and it wasn't until Tracey became my friend that people finally started to respect me. Maybe they only did because I was friends with one of the best looking girls in our year? Maybe she helped me realise who I really was. Whatever happend I was sure it would break the moment we were seperated. I was fragile and she knew it. I could hear her houe before I saw it. Blazing rock music and a tornado of noise and calls from half drunk, and in some cases drunk, teenagers. Tracey's house was the only place we could really have a decent party. Her parents were often out on what they called 'Buisness trips' and she had no annoying siblings. When it was suggested that we have the parties at my house I laughed. My dad was more likley to vote for the communist party then let me have a house party on my own. My friend Jason was already waiting in the kitchen a beer in hand and a joint behind his ear. 'About time I was wondering where you'd got to.' he handed me a beer and I took it thankfully. 'I was busy.' Jason raised his eyebrows. 'Not like that... I did that earlier... well tried to-you wouldn't believe it, almost finished and guess who calls?' 'Me I guess?' Tracey was standing in the door way, one hand on her hip, the other holding a bottle of Smirnoff. She raised her eyebrows at me in a way that said 'Boy's...' but came over to hug me notheless. 'Good party.' I said once we had withdrawn. Tracey nodded 'Yeah, it would be if Mark and Joanne weren't causing a que for the bog with their stupid fucking?' 'Mark and Joanne are fucking upstairs?' Jason asked seemingly amazed. 'Yes, and if you are going to smoke that please do it outside. My parents can live with puke stains, cum stains and burns in the carpet but I'm sure they'd have more to say if they came home to find the smell of skunk everywhere.' 'Alright, alright, keep your knickers on.' The night progressed and soon, after Mark and Joanne had vacated the toilet, the party really began to heat up. Drink was coming from everywhere, I had no idea where it all had come from and ending up drinking a lot of it myself. By the earlier hours though, it was winding down. People were going off home. Jason had wandered off around half eleven and I had no idea where he had gone. By two, most of the people had gone and it was just myself and Tracey sat in her room. 'I don't think he's shit...' Tracey was saying as she looked over a newspaper that had been found out on the stairs 'He's one of their best players... who would Ilkiss be able to play off if he wasn't there?' I laughed 'So you know all about Football now do you?' 'I'm not claiming to be an expert but...' She laughed again. Her eyes drew into mine and for a moment she stared into my eyes. I felt her take my hand. She kissed it. It was as if a button had been switched on in my body. Electric was running through me. It was only a kiss on the hand... but it was a kiss.. I leant into her, still gazing into her brown eyes and our lip met. It was as if fire was erupting in my head. I placed my hand on her cheek. She responded by holding onto my shoulder with her right arm and exploring my lower back with her left. Then we drew apart and the girl that I saw didn't seem to be the girl I knew. She was an adult at last. She had grown into a woman. With fire and lust in her mind, Tracey jumped off the bed and onto the floor. She looked up at me seductivley and I felt my dick spring to attention. Like a soildier recieving his morning drill. Slowly Tracey pulled down my trousers and then my pants. I had been waiting for this and now it was here. But I didn't know how to act, it was going so much quicker than I had ever anticipated. My cock was lying flat against my stomach. Not entirely huge it seemed to excite Tracey. She held it one hand while the other awkwardly tried to remove her own items of clothing. It was a odd sight so, frozen as I was I nevertheless bent over and helped her pull her shirt off. She was wearing no bra. Tracey's breasts fell lightly against her chest as the tension was released from her shirt. My calculation were about right. Her breasts were firm and ripe and looked as though they had been custom built for this sole purpose. It was a while before I realised that Tracey was pummuling my own dick. Eyes wide, I had not taken much attention since her shirt had been pulled off but now my mine was fixed on that sparkling face below me. That wonder of a girl. She was moving slow. It was obvious she was somewhat trained in this art and all I felt was a light throbbing as tension began to build up. After a while she put her hand behind her back and lowered her mouth onto the head of my cock. It felt like nothing I could ever had dreampt of. Nothing I couldn't have imagined. She teased my cock for a moment before plunging the whole member into her mouth. As I had mentioned before I was not too big and so it filled her mouth with little problem. Then she began to suck. I was on another world completley. My thoughts, my mind my memories; they all but belonged to someone else. I was there, then and any indication of events past or future were discarded. This forever. The pressure in my cock had been filling up emensfully over the past few minutes. The tip was now dribbling with precum which Tracey licked off with relish. But, all of a sudden she pulled away. 'What's going on?' 'I wanted to save you. You're going to fuck me now.' This had been so much more then I had bargained for. 'Fuck you?' 'You heard me.' She pulled her jeans down slowly and I removed my shirt thinking that if I was going to do this, I might as well do it properly. Tracey climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself so that I could enter her from above, the missionary position. I took a quick look at her cunt and saw that it too was dribbling. Gently, I raised a hand and stroked it. Tracey shivered and a wicked grin spread across her face. 'Go on. You seem to know what you're doing.' If she believed in me then why not. I lowered myself and placed another finger slowly on her clit. With that hand I started to manipulate her and with my other hand I took two fingers and slowly plunged them into the ether of her sex. Her breaths came in short shallow gasps and she clenched the bed covers tightly. True, this was my first time but Tracey didn't seem to think I was doing anything wrong. Spurred on by this I continued until she placed her hand down by mine and looked back into my eyes. There was a look I didn't need translating.. I repositioned myself so my, now semi hard cock, could enter her vagina. I reached round and took her shoulders gently. Then I slowly lowered myself into her. Her moans persisted. My cock went hard again less than an inch away from her, the pressure that had been building up since before was back and it didn't seem to want to stop. I moved slowly. Not wanting to spoil it for her. But Tracey had other plans. She grabbed by behind and pushed my cock further and further into her pussy. 'Faster.' she moaned. I dared to go a little faster. 'Faster.' I obliged. 'Fuck me fast and hard Jake.' she cried and I lost all sense of purpose and thrust harder and faster than I had done so far. 'Fuck fuck fuck! I'm cumming!' she yelled and I felt her clench around my cock. It had reached the end of it's tether it let go. Pouring round after round of semen into her cunt. After a moment I stopped. She was breathing quickly and my dick had quickly lost all it's hardness. I pulled away from her slowly and lay on the bed next to her. She looked at me. Her eyes told more than words could as she held my hand in hers. After a moment I dared to speak. It was something I knew was coming. Something I had been dreading in this silly dream plan I had made. 'Don't go.' I whispered. Tracey turned her head away from mine but still held my hand tight. Her silence spoke a thousand words.
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Today was supposed to be her day off, her reprieve from working with demanding clients and incompetent coworkers. Instead she had spent the morning in the office as usual; phones ringing non-stop, pacifying angry clients, picking up the slack of her lazy coworkers. She was now spending the evening taking care of a few last minute items on her to-do list. She was throwing a dinner party tonight, much needed time with good friends, good food and good wine. As excited as she was, she was that much stressed. She wanted every little detail to be perfect. This would have been a breeze had she been able to stay home from work, but duty calls. She hadn’t been able to spend time with her friends in quite a while, this was very overdue. She arrived at the grocery store and quickly found a place to park. She pulled her shopping list out of her purse and started making her way around the store. Flour is here, the wine is there, need another package of butter. She was briskly making her way through these last minute items until she came to the last item on her list. She pushed her shopping cart to the appropriate aisle, looking for the black olives; she needed them for her famous pizza. Finding them, she was a bit surprised at the dust covering the lid. Just to be safe, she decided to double check the date. Shocked, she found the contents were out of date almost 6 months. She reached for and checked the next cans on the shelf to reveal all of them were already expired. Frustrated, she asked the next store employee she saw to check for any additional cans in the store’s stock room. The girl disappeared for about 15 seconds and came back empty handed. “We’re out,” was the short, curt response given as the young employee shrugged, walking away. Shocked, she stood mouth agape in the middle of the aisle trying to figure out what just happened. A voice behind her surprised her from her trance, “Can I help you, miss?” She turned around to discover the source of the question. His sweet smile was the first thing she noticed, next was his height as he towered over her. She sighed, attempting to release a bit of her frustrations before talking to this so-far, innocent man. He introduced himself to her, said that he was the night manager of the store and he would look into the situation for her. This time instead of mere seconds, he was gone for a few minutes. Irked; she checked her watch several times, tapping her toes that yet again, her time was being wasted. Finally, he resurfaced – empty handed. Yes, his hands; they were quite large, she caught herself staring as he started talking to her again. “Sadly, we are fresh out of the olives you were looking for. I won’t be able to get them in until later next week. I can however, give you a discount on the rest of your order,” he reported. She locked eyes with him for several uncomfortable seconds before saying anything. She actually felt bad for this man. He only worked here, much like she only worked at her job. But enough was enough, she couldn’t hold in her frustrations. Finally, she rolled her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and put her hands on her hips. “You mean to tell me,” she loudly sighed again, “that there is no way I’m leaving this store with a simple can of olives?” She continued before he could speak, “No, no. You’re telling me that no one in this entire store thought that a customer could possibly want to eat olives? Olives! That not one competent individual could be bothered to check the expiry on a can of non-perishables. You do know that they actually DO perish, right? No, that can’t be what you’re saying.” “Miss, this really isn’t necessary. I would be more than happy to –“. “To what? ‘Offer me a discount’? A discount doesn’t put dinner on my table! I want,” she pushed her tongue into cheek and then used it to moisten her lips, “to file an official complaint with your location.” He took this time to practice his best customer service behavior. Two employees had called off this afternoon; another had been caught stealing money and was fired. Not to mention the three customers they caught trying to walk out with items they hadn’t yet paid for and he was at his wits end with today. “Of course, miss. There’s just a little paperwork I’ll have you fill out and I can submit it to our corporate office. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to my office and we’ll get everything squared away. I apologize again for this inconvenience.” He calmly led her into what was obviously an area few customers had seen before. There were miscellaneous items and boxes lining the walkway. They finally arrived at a bank of offices; he held the first office door open for her before following her inside. “Let me just find the forms here. We haven’t used them in so long,” he explained as he shuffled through files and folders on the messy desk. She took this chance to take in her surroundings; the computer desk took up the entire right hand wall, directly in front of her were several banks of file cabinets, and over her shoulder she saw a small table and chairs sitting along the left side of the room. She hadn’t noticed before that lining the left side wall was a long pane of security glass providing a view of the back supply room they had just walked through. She sighed and set down her purse on the chair beside her, she was resigning to her fate of not having dinner done on time. She could feel the tufts of steam starting to come out of her ears. “Here we are,” he finally held up the long awaited complaint forms. He turned to find her meeting his gaze. Her stare direct and contemplating, unnerved him. “Now, let me just get you a pen,” he said clearing his throat and shaking off the uneasy feeling he was having from being alone in the room with this petite, seeming harmless otherwise, woman. “I don’t know about that,“ she said coldly. “You’re not upset? You don’t want to file a complaint anymore?” her response caught him off guard, he looked at her quizzically. “Oh no, I’m still very upset with this situation. I’m being extremely inconvenienced in return for my consumerism here. I feel that this store, you,” she emphasized, “have a duty to keep me, the loyal customer happy.” His confused expression betrayed him before he could speak. “Ma’am, I’m not following. If you don’t want to file a complaint, what is it that I can do for you?” “I want you,” she paused, “to satisfy your customer.” She stared at him contemplating his reaction. “I want you to please me.” If there was any doubt for him in what she was referring to, it melted away when she took off her coat revealing the blouse and pleated skirt below. “Miss..” he tried to interject, but she ignored him as she continued by placing the toe of one calf high boot on the chair, right at his crotch. She pulled up the edge of her skirt exposing one chocolate thigh, she pointed to a spot right above her knee, “Now, kiss”. He examined her face, reading the seriousness in it. And there was that thigh.. He took a breath, smirked and leaned in to kiss her exposed flesh. “More,” was the instruction he received. A peck turned into a smooch, he nibbled gently and her knee. He reached up to pull her leg closer to him, but his hands were smacked away. “Let’s get one thing straight here, okay? I am the customer. I am right. It’s your job to serve me and I will call the shots. Am I understood?” she barked at him. A head nod was her only reply. “Good, now sit back” she said as she started unbuttoning her shirt. All while maintaining eye contact, she stepped in between his legs, turning and pulling herself up onto the desk behind her. She placed one heel onto each of his legs and leaned back against the wall. Without words, she spread her legs and gently tapped her thigh. He took the hint he was given and dove back into devouring her sweet flesh. A sigh of relief this time, she thought about how her dinner guests would probably be satisfied with wine and Chinese takeout. She had plenty enough time to spare for this. Boldly, he started zoning in with his efforts. She could feel him getting closer and closer to her ever dampening panties. She smiled at his boldness, and encouraged him by hiking her skirt up around her waist. She took his glasses off his face and set them down on the desk beside her. She took a moment to watch the people walking by his office. She smiled thinking of what they would do if they noticed what was happening in the next room. She relaxed under his ministrations, loving the feel of his tongue against her flesh. She reached between her legs to pull her panties to the side, giving him full access to her now wet pussy. He groaned into her crotch, moving to lick up her honey leaking down to her rosebud. She moaned as he slid his tongue past her folds, penetrating deep into her tight love. He used it to fuck her like a pseudo-penis. She pumped her hips to meet him with each stroke. He rolled his tongue up to her little button. Her hips spasmed and she cried out as he held her clit between his teeth, flicking just the tip of his tongue across its sensitive nub. He reached up, grabbing one of her round ass cheeks in each hand, easily palming them. She held the desk and wall for support as she fed him her throbbing clit, pushing it further into his mouth. He took it between his lips, and began sucking it intently and rubbing the flat, firm bit of his tongue against her clitoris. She melted into his mouth; literally and figuratively, she became mush under his manipulations. Her moans became louder as she got closer and closer to her peak. She reached behind her unhooking her bra, she shrugged it and her shirt off. He noticed her now bare chest and groaned again, mouth full. He ran his hands up her stomach, squeezing her full breasts before twisting her nipples. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She threw her head back as she screamed her orgasm. She twitched with pleasure and pain as he continued to lick her delicate little nub. Relaxing, he leaned back into his chair, sweet smile back on his face. “Satisfied?” he asked confidently. “Not even close,” she growled back. She put her feet on either side of his legs and slid down off the desk onto his awaiting lap. Reaching between her legs, she un-did he pants as she cleaned her juices from his beard. She pulled out his erection, holding his girth firmly in her hand. With her other hand, she pulled her panties aside allowing her to rub the tip into her moisture, coating the head of his penis in her juices. A moan rumbled in her throat as she slid herself down onto the shaft, feeling every single inch open her up more and more. His thick dick filled her tiny pussy as she sat down onto it. Sighing, she looked him in the eyes again before meeting lips and kissing for the first time. His full lips felt amazing on hers; she pulled herself up and sat back down on his thickness. She slowly started grinding her hips onto him and he raised his to meet her. They moaned into each other’s mouths. His hands wound up in her hair, fingers intertwining with her locs. Her hands found their way to his sides as she used his hips for balance. Their matched tempo was getting faster and faster, their moans more desperate and pained. She arched her back when his mouth met one of her breast. His expert tongue easily dancing on first the right, and then the left nipple, making them rise to meet his intrusion. She cried out, panting her orgasm, desperately grinding her pelvis against his. That was all it took for him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tightly squeezed her body closer to his. His other hand held the back of her neck; her body pinned to his as his orgasm took hold of him and he pounded into her again and again. He growled into her ear as his body shook with the sensation, his penis erupting into her, their combined fluids leaking back onto his lap. Completely exhausted they both lay there in each other’s arms recovering for a few moments. Finally she whispered, Now.. Now I’m satisfied,” as she stood up and started dressing. He fixed his clothes as well, remembering he was still on the clock. She checked her hair and makeup in her compact mirror. Returning it to her purse, she picked up her coat and turned to him kissing his cheek, “Thanks, that was great.” She opened the office door and as she walked out she heard “Anything for a loyal customer, miss.” Today, was definitely the best it had been. She looked forward to doing this again next week.
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AMY “Are you ready, babe?” Rob called out. “We’re gonna be late!” Rob paced in the living room. Amy was always late when they went out but it was always worth it. At 40 years old Amy was absolutely stunning. She had a perfect hour glass figure and all the right curves. She had ample 38DD breasts and a nice round butt. Rob always knew he was a lucky man to have such a sexy, gorgeous wife. They were going to a party at their friends, Mike and Laura’s house. Nothing fancy, just a casual get together of about 20 or so people. Mike just finished getting a pool installed and he wanted to have a party to break it in. Plus his son Billy along with some of his friends from college, were in town on Spring Break. An outside party BBQ sounded like a lot of fun. Amy sauntered into the living room. Rob’s heart skipped a beat. She was so fucking hot! She wore a skimpy little sun dress with her bikini underneath. Her long blonde hair curled around her shoulders and flowed down to her luscious breasts. She was wearing her smoky eye makeup. “Damn”, said Rob, “all the guys are gonna be drooling over you tonight!” Amy batted her eyes at Rob and giggled, “Yep…I’m gonna give ‘em all boners!” Rob loved it when guys flirted with her and they always had the most amazing sex when that happened. He knew at the end of the night it would be him fucking her brains out, but the thought of watching other men fucking her was very erotic. He sometimes pictured several other men having sex with Amy when he was banging her hard. He asked her on several occasions if she would want to do something like that and she would smile and say, “That does sound pretty erotic!” Amy was a natural flirt, and Rob encouraged it. He enjoyed her flirting with other men and he knew that she sometimes did it on purpose. Sex was always more intense when they got home from a night out and she had been flirting with other men. Rob would imagine him teaching her a lesson, letting her know she belonged to him by fucking her harder and longer. They headed out and stopped by the liquor store to pick up some Tequila. Amy had decided she wanted to let loose, do some shots since she wasn’t driving. Rob had cautioned her; it had been a while since she had been drinking, but especially tequila. Amy just laughed and said, “Yeah….I’m ready to get drunk and have some fun!” When they got to Mike and Laura’s, Laura met them at the door and greeted them. Laura was pretty hot in her own right, and tonight she was in her bathing suit. Rob could feel himself getting aroused with these sexy women around him. Laura smiled and said, “Come on in! Everybody is out back! Billy and some of his college buddies are here. I’ll bring you some lemon wedges and salt for that tequila!” Rob and Amy smiled and headed for the back door. Mike was on the deck, holding a spatula with a ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron on. Amy gave him a big kiss and a hug, and could feel her breasts being crushed against his chest through her little sun dress as he hugged her back. She could feel his boner and knew this was gonna be an interesting evening! Mike crushed Amy against his chest and could tell she was in a skimpy bikini top. He felt a bit aroused, and was beginning to feel anxious about getting in the pool. His wife, Laura, was hot, but her breasts were nothing in comparison. Shaking out of his naughty thoughts, he said, “Good to see you guys! Glad you could make it. We’re gonna have a hell of a party tonight! Just in case, we have plenty of room for you guys to stay if you get too drunk.” He was cooking up some burgers and brats. He pointed out that Laura already had some side dishes on the picnic table, in case they wanted to go ahead and nibble, but also opened the invitation to go ahead and get in the pool whenever they were ready. Billy came over and gave Amy a big hug. He was wearing his swim trunks, and had obviously already been in the pool. Amy had not seen him in quite a while and he had filled out nicely. She could feel her breasts pressing against his muscular chest and she had a fleeting moment of desire. Billy held her close a little longer than he probably should have, but Amy was enjoying it. She chastised herself for the naughty thought, after all she always felt like a second mother to him. But he was a beautiful grown man. Ready to cool off, or, maybe she wanted to ‘show off’ Amy shed her sundress and jumped into the pool. She loved swimming. Rob was talking to Mike and drinking a beer, but he noticed Billy and his friends watching Amy. Rob smiled to himself. Yep, she’s still got it! He could tell by the look on their faces they were picturing her naked and doing nasty things to her! Rob felt a little turned on that these young guys were drooling over his wife! Amy noticed them watching her, too. She decided she needed to give them a little show. She went underwater and pulled her top down a little. When she came up, her breasts were barely covered by the bikini. Billy and his friends about fell over, their eyes popping out of their head! Amy turned away from them and laughed to herself. She looked over at Rob, who was laughing, and they winked at each other. The sun went down and the outside lighting came on. Everyone had already had a few drinks and were now all playing in the pool. The boys were playing a game with a ball, and kept ‘accidentally’ surrounding Amy and trapping her in the middle. Amy was enjoying the attention she was getting from Billy and his friends. They liked to rub up against her as they played and swam by her. Then they would move her out of the way by grabbing her and throwing her in the air, letting her splash back in the pool. She could tell they were excited as they pressed their hard young dicks against her. Amy would squall a protest, but giggled as she resurfaced, letting them know she enjoyed the game. Rob was enjoying the show and getting quite turned on. He swam up to Amy and his hand went between her legs as he whispered, “I think these young studs would love to get their hands on you, babe!” She smiled a naughty smile and Rob got really turned on thinking about it. He noted Amy’s nipples were standing erect, partially from the cooler temperature as the sun went down, but also from the excitement. Out of the corner or his eye he could see the boys watching and knew they had noticed him touching her. As he pulled away from her he pulled her top and it came loose. He swam away with it as Amy pretended a protest, trying to cover her breast with her arms while still trying to tread water. Rob threw Amy’s Bikini top over toward the boys, gave a wink and then swam up to Mike and Laura who were splashing each other and trying to dunk each other. Two of Billy’s friends grabbed her top and swam around Amy playing a game of keep away, coaxing her to jump and reach for it. Billy swam toward Amy somewhat protectively, and pretended to help her keep her modesty by hugging up against her. The other two then, swam to join them. They sandwiched Amy, pressing their bodies against her from all sides. She could feel the one behind her reach under the water and grab her around the waste, pulling her against his hard body. She allowed it, and looked over at Rob who was smiling at her. Billy reached up and cupped her breasts and held her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, pulling her closer to him. She pushed her butt back and could fell a hard shaft poking into her butt through the suits. The other boy went under the water and was rubbing between her legs as she tread the water. Billy pressed up against her in a hug covering her now very engorged breasts, rubbing his own hard member against her mound. Finally, she pushed him away gently and swam off, giving the young men a teasing look of ‘come hither’. She had to get out of there before she let them fuck her right there in the pool! Rob started splashing and playing with Mike and Laura. There was some light touching and rubbing. Laura had this devilish grin on her face as she went under water. All of a sudden Rob felt someone underneath grab his shorts and pull them down. His eyes got wide and he gasped! Laura was down there and she started sucking on his dick. Mike started laughing and said, “Yeah, you gotta watch her or she’ll get you!” She sucked a few times then surfaced, gasping for air. Mike swam up on the other side of her and grabbed her head, dunking her. She grabbed his cock and sucked a few times before surfacing. Then she started taking turns on Rob and Mike. Mike said, “If you think she’s good now, just wait till we drink that tequila!” Amy, having noted the game the other adults were playing, was over her modesty. She couldn’t help feeling how wonderful it was to feel these young guys coming on to her. She got out of the pool, thinking about those young studs. She needed a drink! Rob too was getting out and heading for the tequila after what Mike had said. The salt and the lemon wedges were all ready set up at the table. Mike and Laura joined them and they all started doing shots. They joked and laughed about Amy’s missing top, and not needing the tequila for her clothes to fall off. There was some innocent (or maybe not so innocent) touching and brushing up against her as they teased. By this time, many of the other guests had left. The only ones there were Billy and his 4 buddies who then joined in with Mike, Laura, Rob, and Amy. Mike also had a couple of bottles of tequila and the 9 of them went through all three bottles quickly. They were laughing, touching, rubbing and after all that tequila, they were feeling pretty good. Billy introduced his friends to Rob and Amy. There was John who was rather tall and lanky, Pete, who had a thick, medium length but rather scruffy beard, Joe who had a stocky build with a thick muscular body, and Ron who was rather small and wispy, but full of high energy. The four of them could not hide their excitement as the adults seemed to be getting very drunk and the sex play between them was open and obvious. They could not keep their eyes off Amy’s breasts as they bounced with each laugh and touch. The boys joined in the touching and grabbing as the adults continued to laugh about the tequila’s affect. Amy excused herself and got up to go to the bathroom. She was feeling pretty tipsy as she stumbled her way into the house. Billy came up and asked if she could use some help. Amy giggled and said, “Yeah…I think I had too much tequila!” Billy laughed and said he could tell! He helped her into the house and to the bathroom. When Amy came out, Billy was waiting. She practically fell into him and he caught her as she giggled. He was holding her kind of close and she looked at him and smiled. It was a very naughty smile. Just then one of his friends approached her from behind and they sandwiched her between them. Amy closed her eyes and moaned as she felt a hard cock pushing on her front and a hard one pushing against her butt. Then the other 3 guys were there and they were all around her. Billy pressed himself against her, kissed her soft neck and whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a very long time.” They all started touching her and Amy loved it. She leaned her head back, exposing her neck more, giving Billy permission to continue with the kissing and groping. She moaned her enjoyment and approval as she reached down and grabbed two hard shafts, one in each hand, pulling the owners closer to her keeping their interest peaked. One of the young men reached around and cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples while one pulled her bikini bottoms aside and rubbed her clit between two fingers, messaging the labia. Amy opened her legs for more, and climaxed, squirting down her legs. Then they picked her up and she giggled as they carried her into the spare bedroom. Billy locked the door behind them. The four young men laid Amy on the bed and and pulled off her bikini bottoms, then spread her legs and arms each holding one. Billy crawled onto the bed, straddling Amy, and leaning forward he laid his chest on hers applying just enough pressure to hold and entice her. He whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted to do this since I was 12”. Amy gasped, sucking in air as Billy leaned in to cover her mouth with his. He fondled her breast, as the boys tied her legs and arms and then began touching and fondling her body, finding every single erogenous zone. Ron was holding her head, rubbing and combing through her hair, and playing with her ears. Joe was rubbing on her arms while John was rubbing gently up and down her legs and her inner thighs. Pete had crawled up from the end of the bed and began licking her vagina nipping her clit, and teasing her opening causing her to regain her wetness. She could feel his beard tickling her inner thighs. Amy was in heaven. All these young studs were seeking sexual gratification from her. And she was ready. She was gonna show these boys what a real woman could do! As Amy’s arousal heightened, she wrapped her legs around Pete’s head as he was licking her pussy, and squeezed. Excited, he began fucking her with his tongue. Billy had peeled off his shorts and scooted forward, rubbing his cock between her breasts. Joe and John on either side both grabbed her breasts and pushed them inward, allowing Billy’s shaft to be tightly enclosed for a good titty fuck. Billy fucked Amy’s breasts, coming closer and closer to her mouth with each thrust. Ron lifted her head slightly allowing for Billy’s tip to hit her mouth. Amy kissed his tip, wetted her tongue and began licking with each thrust forward until Billy was close enough for her to take it in. She sucked quickly on his gland, scraping her teeth on the rounded edge and causing Billy to let go a bit of pre-cum. Billy slid forward and Amy took in his whole large shaft, gagging a bit, but sucking hard to keep from ejecting him. Billy pulled out and Ron moved in, kneeling over her head and touched his hard shaft to her mouth. She immediately latched onto it and started sucking hard. Joe kneeled next to her head on the other side and she reached up and grabbed his thick cock, stroking it. Then she would go back and forth between the two sucking on them. Billy said, “I’m going first!” Pete moved out of the way and Billy untied her legs, pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and climbed between her legs as she opened to him. Pete and John stood on either side of her and both began sucking on her nipples, sucking, pulling and teasing in unison. Amy moaned loudly around the hard penis in her mouth and arched upward when she felt a hard shaft touch her wet opening. Billy was teasing her pussy and spreading the wet before suddenly slamming into her. She squealed with delight, letting out a muffled cry around the shaft in her mouth. He was much bigger than Rob. Billy sank himself all the way inside her. At the same time she was going back and forth sucking on two cocks while the other two continued sucking on her nipples; nibbling on them, pulling on them with their teeth and letting them pop back. The physical stimulation was almost overwhelming. She peaked and climaxed several times, before squirting on Billy’s dick as he pounded her without mercy. Her whole body bounced furiously up and down on the bed. Billy cried out and exploded inside her. Billy pulled out and John took his place and started fucking her. John’s long hard shaft touched her to her very core and Amy could feel herself building back to full excitement. She climaxed again and again without rest and then squirted once more just as Ron shot his load down her throat. She swallowed and kept sucking, making him shudder. She came again as John exploded inside her. Pete laid back and they put her on top of him. She started riding him when Joe came up behind her and she could feel his hard throbbing shaft penetrate her ass. She groaned in a low animalistic tone as the two of them fucked her. John stood in front of her, grabbed her hair and pulled her head onto him and started pumping her mouth. Billy and Ron stood one on each side of her as she reached up with both hands and started stroking them. She was getting sore, but it hurt oh so good and she wanted more. She pretended to object and wriggled to get loose, but they wouldn’t allow it. They grabbed her and held her down on the bed, covering her mouth, exciting her more.. They took turns fucking her hard in every hole and she couldn’t get enough. She loved it. Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Rob, “Amy….you in there? Let me in” he said, “I know what you boys are up to in there!” he laughed. They all froze, then Billy got up and opened the door. Rob walked in and was amazed at what he was seeing. Here were these young virile guys all fucking his wife. Everybody stopped and looked at him, waiting for his reaction. He smiled and said, “Don’t let me stop you! I just want to watch!” After Rob had watched for a while, and masturbated a bit as the young studs fucked his wife repeatedly, he finally said, “Okay boys. My turn!” As they backed away, Rob climbed between her legs. He was hard as a rock and he wanted to fuck his wife real bad. Amy reached up and sunk her nails into Rob’s back, pulling him to her and giving him brace to pump her hard. She looked into his eyes and smiled as he penetrated her wet pussy. She whispered in his ear, “Fuck me…fuck me good…show these young studs how it’s done!” He thrust himself into her and pumped her hard and fast while the others held her down, toyed with her every orifice, and took turns making her suck their cocks. Rob grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward Amy’s head, handing them to Ron and Joe who were on either side of her. He got on his knees and began pumping her harder and deeper. The thought of her getting fucked by all these guys was so erotic Rob exploded inside her in no time. Rob bent down and whispered in Amy’s ear as she sucked on Pete’s dick, “Are you having fun babe? She nodded her head yes. He said, “Enjoy it baby. I’ll be back later.” He got off her and grabbing his clothes said “have fun boys”, then walked out the door. Ron climbed on, and taking his lead from Rob, pulled Amy’s leg up toward her head started fucking. Rob stood outside the door listening for a moment and could hear the slap of the fucking as the boys violated his wife over and over, as her muffled cries of agonizing ecstasy escaped around the thick meat she was devouring. Rob stumbled into the living room, still feeling drunk from all the tequila. Laura lay passed out on the couch and Mike was fixing another drink in the kitchen. Mike walked back into the living room, and noting Rob was looking at Laura, he stood over her, looked down at her, and said, “Isn’t she hot?” Rob nodded in agreement. Mike reached down and slid his hand under her bikini top and squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple. Laura groaned and slightly opened her eyes. Mike pulled her top up to fully expose both of her small but pert and perfect breasts. He searched Rob’s face for a reaction. Laura looked at Rob and said, “You want to join us?” Rob grinned real big and looked at Mike. Mike smiled and pointed to Laura’s other tit. Rob slid his hand under her pulled up bikini top and cupped the other breast. Laura was sitting up on the couch and Rob and Mike were standing behind it, leaning over and playing with Laura’s pretty breasts. They weren’t as big as Amy’s, but they were definitely perkier and had smaller, but harder nipples. Mike pulled his hand out and Rob slid his other hand in to replace Mike’s. Mike walked around the couch, knelt down and grabbed Laura’s bikini bottoms pulling them off. He dove between her legs and buried his face. Laura groaned and spread her legs wider, hooking her heels around Mike’s head to pull him in closer. Laura enjoyed rough sex, and was not shy to ask for what she wanted. She looked up at Rob and said, “Harder…..squeeze them harder! I want to feel some pain! Show me you own them. Rob gripped them tight and she arched her back in ecstasy. She looked up at him and said, “Bite me….on my neck….” Rob leaned down over the back of the couch and clamped onto her neck. He bit down and she cried out grabbing his hair. He squeezed harder on her breasts. Then he bent down further, pulled her bikini top down and bit her nipple, hard. She lurched forward and screamed, “YESSSSSS……DO IT….” and he bit her some more all over her breasts and nipples. Mike buried his tongue deep inside Laura’s vagina and then bit her clit as she squirmed and wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed, crying for more. Using his fingers he began playing with her clit while he continued to plunge his tongue deep inside her, causing her to wiggle and moan loudly. Glancing up, Mike caught Rob’s eye and gave him a slight nod. Seeming to understand Rob bit down hard and Laura cried out and climaxed, her juices flowing all over Mike’s face. He pulled away as her body went limp. Rob pulled his hands out of Laura’s bikini, grabbed her wrists and pulled her over to the end of the couch; her head hanging over the arm. Holding her in place, he nodded to Mike who then grabbed Laura’s legs and swung her bottom half around onto the couch, spread them wide and crawled between them. As Mike pulled down his shorts and his hard cock sprung out aimed at Laura’s groin, Rob was getting more excited. He pulled his shorts down and his own hard on sprang out. Using some of the pre-cum drips, he rubbed his tip on her lips, and pushed just enough to get his tip barely between her lips. As Laura’s tongue lashed out toward him, he rubbed his tip on her tongue, getting his tip very wet, and causing her mouth to salivate. As Laura’s mouth became more wet, Rob plunged his cock in about half way and began pulling in and out. Using one hand to hold her arms above her head, Rob used his other hand to slap his dick on Laura’s lips each time he pulled out. Rob grabbed her hair, letting go her wrist and pushed his cock all the way in her mouth. Laura reached around and grabbed Rob’s buttocks and dug her nails into his flesh increasing his thrusts. He could feel his balls bouncing across her face. As he pumped her mouth, he could hear Amy in the other room yelling, “YESSSS….YESSSS…..FUCK ME HARDER….I WANT IT ALL….” He smiled, knowing she was really enjoying those young studs. His arousal could not be any higher as he listened to Amy, fucked Laura’s mouth, and watched Mike pounding into Laura’s pussy. Mike thrust himself forward, burying himself deep inside Laura. She screamed her pleasure around Rob’s cock, and Mike’s thrust became harder and faster. Mike watched as her breasts were bouncing in rhythm to his powerful thrusts while she arched her body up and down to reach Rob’s cock and maximize Mike’s penetration. He didn’t know how long he could hold back when Laura began to gag on Rob’s cock, swallowed hard, and suddenly squirted all over Mike. His excitement peaked and he let go, exploding his full load into her, shuddering and pushing deeper into her and holding her tight. He looked up at Rob and said, “You want to switch so you can fuck my wife?” Rob grinned real big and said, “Hell yeah!!!” They switched positions but Rob flipped her over so her stomach was over the arm of the couch. He grabbed her hips and rubbed his rigid member around her wet pussy and ass. She let out a low groan. Rob looked up at Mike as if asking permission to do anal. Mike smiled and nodded his head. “She loves anal!” he said. Rob spit on his cock for a little lube and pressed it against her anal opening. Mike watched for a moment, then following suite, he wet his dick, grabbed her hair pulling her head upright and rammed into her mouth. As Rob teased around her anal opening, Laura moaned softly. She wriggled her butt toward him and hissed “YESSSSSSSS…….DO IT……” Rob pushed slowly and deliberately until his cock was all the way inside and he held it there. She could feel him throbbing inside her. As Mike grabbed her hair and pushed his dick into her mouth she willingly swallowed it whole. She wriggled her butt like a puppy wagging it’s tail in pleasure and teasingly to incite Rob as much as possible. Taking the hint, Rob began pumping while smacking her ass with every thrust into her. Her butt cheeks began to turn red. She squealed her delight around Mike’s shaft as he fucked her mouth harder in excitement. Meanwhile in the other room the boys had all been taking turns with Amy. She was sticky mess, oozing with cum from every orifice as well as covered in it. Yet she was enjoying herself and still wanted more. She was wearing out those young studs. She knew they were waiting for her to be done, but she just kept fucking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. They had to take turns in order to take breaks and regain their stamina and erections. It was Billy’s turn again “Let’s stand her up”, he said. They stood Amy up and Billy bent her over, grabbed her hips, and slammed his cock inside her. He was determined to finish her. Amy reached out and grabbed hold of Joe, holding on to him for support so she wouldn’t fall over. Joe reached under her and cupped her luscious breasts as he pushed his dick into her mouth. She moaned around the shaft as they both pumped her fast and furious. But alas, as Billy climaxed, Amy was still pushing back at him, wanting more. He could not believe her stamina. Amy pushed her butt toward Billy, but he was done and seemed wore out. Joe then erupted in her mouth. She noted that his cum was sparse and knew he too was near done. Pete and Ron stepped in to try for more, and as before, as each one came, another would step in and start on her. Amy couldn’t believe how much she wanted and enjoyed this. Finally, she wore them out. One by one they dropped out and did not return. They lay on the floor and the bed passed out. Amy shook her head and said, “Amateurs!” She put her sundress on and grabbed her bikini, walking out of the spare bedroom. Her legs were still a little shaky not only from being drunk, but from all the sex, and having been stood in a bent position for a while. She stumbled into the living room just in time to see Rob and Mike fucking Laura on the couch. Amy smiled as Mike and Rob pumped Laura hard from both ends and it got her excited again. She walked over behind Mike as he was pumping Laura’s mouth, put her arms around him and said, “Thank you so much for a wonderful time tonight!” Rob looked up and Amy smiled at him as he gave her a wink. Mike, with his dick still in Amy’s mouth turned to respond to Amy. Amy kissed him hard and rubbed her hard nipples against him, begging for attention. He pulled out of Laura’s mouth and turned to Amy. She pulled her sundress off, showing him her yearning breasts, grabbed his hands and put them around her waist. She then grabbed his shoulders and jumped up to wrap her legs around him. He responded by lifting her up off the floor sucking and biting on her breasts and nipples. Amy groaned and pulled his head into her cleavage, sliding herself into position so her crotch was rubbing along his happy trial. He reached down and pulled his dick up and pushed into her wet and wanton pussy. Holding her tight, and still sucking on her breasts, he supported her butt as she began to ride him hard. Rob kept pumping Laura’s ass and getting very excited watching Mike take his wife’s breasts in his mouth. Laura’s head and body bounced back and forth from Rob violating her ass over and over. Rob stopped his onslaught on Laura’s ass and flipped her over so her head was hanging over the arm of the couch. He grabbed her legs and hooked them over his shoulders and started pounding her wet pussy. Laura reached up and grabbed Mike and Amy and pulled them toward her face so she could lick Mike’s cock and Amy’s pussy at the same time, causing Amy to squirt all over her face. Mike pulled Amy off him and set her on her feet. He turned her around toward Laura. Amy bent over and grabbed Laura’s breasts and began playing with her nipples as Mike helped her to bend deeper and took her from behind. Laura reached up and took Amy’s nipples into her mouth one after the other nipping and pulling causing Amy to pinch hard on Laura’s breast. Both Women screamed as their breasts were assaulted inciting them to each do more to the other and push back more as the men assaulted their pussies. Then men, excited by the screams could hold back no longer, and the four climaxed together. They collapsed into a mangled pile on the couch, exhausted. Amy was the only one with any energy left, as she stated. “OMG what a great fucking party!!!!!”
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I recieved these story by one of my friend by mail ... story goes as follows My name is Sneha. I am 25 years old. This happened to me when I was 18 years old. I used to live in a joint family with 2 cousin brothers and a cousin sister. I have a sister named Priyanka who is 3 years elder to me and a brother who is 1 and half years younger to me. You would be shocked to know but I used to be a really innocent girl when I was very young. Me, my sister, brother and my cousins, we all were really close since we had grown up together. Me and my sister shared a room with an attached bathroom. I had noticed my sister making way to the bathroom way too often. I don’t know why I noticed that but I grew suspicious. She would spend a long time in the bathroom and this made me really curious. One afternoon she went on her usual long trip to the bathroom while I was in the room listening to music on my headphones. When she didn’t return for a while I decided to check on her. I put my headphones aside and when to the bathroom door. I couldn’t hear anything so I decided to put my ear on the door. It was quiet for a bit but then I heard her saying “aaahh”. It was soft sound and it didn’t seem like she was trying to shout for help or anything. I listened for a while and heard her voice again “ohhhh…. hmm. aahh”. I grew really suspicious now. I knew she was up to something but what it could be was the real question. I heard for a while and similar sounds were heard. Then I heard the sound of tap running, so I went back and sat on the bed and put my headphones on and acted as if everything was normal. She came out of the bathroom and looked normal and happy. I decided to check out a few more days just to be sure as to what is happening. This kept an eye on her for about 2 weeks. I heard the same sounds over and over again. She made me really curious now. One day when she came back from her usual trip to the bathroom I stopped her. I told her I wanted to talk to her about something. We have always been close so she didn’t mind answering my query and she sat down next to me on the bed. I first hesitated but then I gathered courage and asked her about the noises from the bathroom. She was shocked to hear what I just said. But she calmed herself and told me that she would tell me in the evening when everyone goes out. I agreed and waited till evening. In the evening my cousins and brother are out of the house playing or hanging out with friends and all the female members usually go to the temple or to neighbour’s house to chitchat. When the time came, my sister came into my room and locked the door. She didn’t speak anything. She switched on the computer in my room, inserted a CD, played a video and asked me to watch. There was a young girl with dark hair on screen in her lingerie. I kept watching. She started stripping slowly but my sister forwarded it to a place where the girl on screen took off her panties. This was my first porn experience and I was curious. I watched the girl play with her pussy and make noises. The same kind of noises my sister made in the bathroom. I watched for 5 minutes and then paused the video and turned to my sister. She was definitely blushing. So I asked her: Me: What is this? Priyanka: Masturbation video. Me: What does that mean? Priyanka: When you are excited sexually and want to release tension it helps. Me: So this is what you do in the bathroom? Priyanka: Yes. (not looking into my eyes) Me: I have never done this. Could you teach me please? My sister was shocked. She refused at first. But then I told her that I cannot ask about this to anyone else. So she is the only one who can help me. She sat in front of me and thought for a while. Soon she smiled a little and agreed to teach me. She told me to take my skirt and panties off and lie down on the bed. I quickly took my skirt off. I was wearing a dark blue panty. I took that off as well and I could see my sister looking in my direction. As my complexion is fair, my thighs are white. My pussy was white and hairy. I had never shaved. I was too young. I could see the hungry look in my sister’s eyes. I simply put a pillow under my head and lied down on the bed. My sister lied down next to me in bed. She first put her right hand on my milky white right thigh. She moved her hand on my thigh and it felt good. I didn’t believe that my own sister could excite me this way. I could feel her big boobs on the side of my body. Then her hand slowly moved to my pussy. I felt a jolt of electricity by her touch. I looked at her and she kept smiling. She caressed my pussy hair and then found my clit. She slowly rubbed it in circles with her finger. It was an amazing feeling. But next what she did made me really horny. She took her hand away from my pussy and put it in her mouth. She put spit on it and put her hand again on my pussy. She was making me crazy. She slowly rubbed my pussy with her right hand. She took her left hand and put it in my hair. Her fingers gliding through my hair. It was the best feeling ever. She rubbed my clit. Her fingers slowly moving up and down my pussy lips. My breathing was becoming heavy. Suddenly she stopped. She got up and removed her top. My sister had an amazing taste in lingerie. She was wearing a red lacy bra. Her massive boobs could barely hide behind that bra. Honestly, big boobs run in the family. Me and my sister Priyanka are both D cups (34D to be precise). When your mom is a healthy 36D then having big boobs isn’t a big deal. My mom has 2 sisters and they are busty as well. So it wasn’t a surprise when me and my sister ended up having big melons. Priyanka then unhooked her bra and let her tits move freely. We have been very close. We used to change clothes in front of each other. But I had never seen her naked boobs. Her complexion is fair too. Her tits were big and round. Looked really firm and had dark brown nipples and areolas which went perfectly with respect to the size of her boobs. I couldn’t help but stare. She blushed and smiled and asked what I was staring at. I didn’t reply. I just looked shyly away from her. She lied down again beside me and continued playing with my pussy. She didn’t penetrate my pussy with her fingers. She just rubbed. All this made me immensely excited. Her boobs moved freely and she did magic with her fingers. I don’t know what came over me. I leaned a little to suck her nipple. She looked down at me and didn’t say a word. I sucked for a while and I could feel her breath getting heavy. Here an immense pressure was building inside me. My pussy was wet like a river and soon I was overtaken by my first ever orgasm. I didn’t want to make noise but an involuntary “aaahh” came out of my mouth. I crossed my legs together and shuddered hard. Her hand was still on my pussy and I held it tight over there. I was shaking a lot. My first orgasm was hard and strong. I played in the shower with my pussy. It always felt good. But I never knew that there was something beyond a normal tingly sensation. I and my sister stayed in bed for 2 minutes. Then my sister got up and put her clothes back on. She told me that now I can do this on my own whenever I felt the need and left. She had a mischievous smile on her face when she left my room. I didn’t know that this incident would change my life so much. Me and my sister started getting along a lot better. We were already close but this brought us closer. One day she suggested we masturbate together for fun and we did. Little did I know that in 2 months times we would be indulging in lesbian sex. I didn’t mind because it never felt awkward doing with her. This was the time when she fingered my pussy and broke my hymen. It hurt and I bled. But my sister for there to comfort me and told me it was okay for the hymen to break. I am lucky to have such an understanding and caring sister. She also taught me how to shave my private area. As I was still young and my boobs were growing, we couldn’t share a bra but we did share panties. I hope you liked my story. Please share your views regarding my story and how I can improve it. Your good advice is appreciated.
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Sometimes I dream that I'm seeing a therapist to talk about my weekly sins. After telling him about a few of my exploits he informs me that he thinks that hypnosis may help with my nymphomania. I am reluctant but I agree to let him hypnotize me. He puts a metronome on his desk and taps the arm, starting a smooth swaying motion accompanied by a ticking noise. After a few minutes of meditation on the device, my therapist is able to give me some suggestions that relax me enough to put me into a hypnotic slumber. In this slumber, I feel aware but I have no control of my body or mind. Like watching myself in a movie, I was almost like a vacant vessel, a living doll. I watch as my therapist slowly begins to undress, folding his clothing in a neat pile on his file cabinet. "Take off your clothes." he said. I stood up and undressed myself sleepily. Unbuttoning my white blouse and sliding it off my shoulders letting it fall to the ground. I slide my fingers under the waist of my skirt and pull it down slowly over my hips revealing that I hadn't worn any undergarments to my appointment aside from black lace garters that were holding up my silk stockings. My therapist began to fondle my tits as I carefully undid each garter, releasing my stockings with a SNAP! I sat back down on the couch and pulled my black silk stockings off one at a time, baring my smooth creamy legs. All of my clothing was now in a pile on the floor while I was sitting naked and complacent on the couch. "Get down on your knees in front of me." he said firmly. I knelt in front of him and waited. "Open your mouth," he said as my lips opened. He put himself in my mouth and simply said, "Suck." I complied, wrapping my mouth around the length of his shaft gently sucking. "Lick me too." He growled through the pleasure of me sucking him, "And stroke my cock with your hands baby." I swirled my tongue around him, slurping up and down his shaft while stroking him. "That's right. You love this. You're getting really wet right now and you just want to fuck don't you?" He said in a harsh whisper through gritted teeth. My mind hummed with his words, his hypnotic suggestion controlling my every thought. I gave in to every word he said, my mind echoing his words as if they were my very own thoughts. 'I love this,' I purred around his cock, 'I'm getting really wet right now and I just want to fuck.' He moaned and grabbed the back of my head shoving my face down hard on his shaft. He thrust into the back of my throat over and over until I thought I couldn't breathe. 'Yes,' my mind said, 'I love this.' With one final thrust I felt something hot explode into the back of my throat as my therapist shivered a few times before pulling out of my mouth. "That's a very good girl. Now I need you to lay down on my desk and spread your self wide open for me." He said as he pushed his files aside and set his desk phone on the floor. 'I'm a good girl." I purred. I laid down on the desk, spreading my legs wide for my therapist. I felt so warm and fuzzy being a good girl for him. He stroked his hard on and said, "See this? I'm not through with you yet. Not until I've filled your sweet little honey pot with my hot cream." He knelt in front of the desk with his head between my legs and began to lick me front the top of my slit to the bottom tasting my sweet juices. Flicking his tongue back and forth on my clit, he slid three fingers inside of me stretching me completely out. I moaned loudly as my body responded to the intense sensations crashing against me like the waves of the ocean. He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly as my body gently shook involuntarily. "Your cunny wont be this tight for very long." He said "How about I give you a proper fucking and stretch that little hole out?" I laid still, unable to answer a question in a hypnotic state. But oh how I needed him to stretch me out. I needed him to hurt me good. "Oh that's right," he laughed remembering that I was still under hypnosis, "Get ready for me baby, this may hurt a bit but I think you'll thank me later. I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. Even though you are not allowed to cum, you can still feel the pleasure and pain I give you. Tell me if you understand." 'I understand.' I purred as I pulled my knees up and rested my feet on the edge of the desk, spreading myself even more for him. He climbed on top of me and thrust deep into me hard making me cry out loud in pain as my pussy felt like it would almost rip. "That's right you little slut. You felt that didn't you?" He thrust once more and I cried again, tears beginning to form in the corners of my eyes. I felt him become harder inside of me as my body began to shudder from sobbing. He started to thrust fast and hard.Tears flowed freely, causing my mascara to run down the sides of my crying face as he fucked me relentlessly like a machine, gaining momentum with every sharp thrust of his manhood. My cries soon turned from sobs to moans and laughter as my honey pot started to get used to the feeling of being fucked hard. Tingling chills enveloped my entire body bringing me completely to the edge, but with no release because I was not allowed to cum. I was trapped in ecstasy with my therapist ravaging my body. He grabs my tits hard, digging his fingers into my GGcups. He leaned forward as he continued thrusting and kissed me hard on the mouth, his stubble scratching my face as he kissed a trail of liquid fire down the side of my neck. He bit and sucked my neck almost knocking me out of the hypnotic state, driving me wild and almost sending me over the edge. I could feel his cock getting even hotter and harder inside of me, I knew he was going to give me his seed. He kept biting and sucking on my neck giving me multiple hickeys. He pushed hard against me and let go of my tits leaving behind angry red looking fingermarks behind. "Now turn onto your stomach so I can fuck you like a proper bitch." He growled "I wanna shoot my seed right into your fucking womb." Panting so hard that I almost couldn't catch my breath, I slowly turned onto my stomach...dangling my long legs over the side presenting my ass to my therapist. "What a perfectly round milky white ass you have baby. I think I'm going to have to fuck that too. Then when I'm done with you, maybe I'll let you cum." He grinned wickedly. I felt him spread my cheeks and begin to rub my juices from my pussy to my ass to make me nice and slippery for him. He stuck his cock deep into my ass. I let out a low groan of half pain and half rapture as he moved in and out of me slowly letting me enjoy his throbbing cock deep in my most secret of places. I held onto the desk as he penetrated me over and over making me squirm and squeak uncontrollably. Just when I thought my ass couldn't take any more he pulled himself out and slid into my pussy. He felt so hot and hard that all I could do was gyrate against him as he fucked me from behind. His cock went deeper and deeper until I could feel him bottoming out against the entrance to my womb. I cried out with pleasure and pain with every thrust until finally I felt him shoot deep inside of me, over-filling me and flowing out onto the floor. He fucked his seed into me good and hard before saying, "Ok baby, you can cum now. I've given you all of my hot cream." Reeling from the power of the hypnotic suggestion, my body rocked and convulsed hard as my cunny began to spasm and grip his cock hard, pulling it gently deeper inside me. My therapist collapsed halfway on top of me, breathing heavy as he squeezed out the last couple drops and pulled out. "Put a couple fingers inside your pussy and taste us. It's the best thing you've ever had. You can't wait to taste it again." I reached behind me and fingered my pussy a little, pulling my fingers out after and licking them clean, and sucking all of his juices and mine off of them. 'Mmmmm' I purred 'This is the best thing I've ever tasted, I can't wait to taste it again soon...' "That's right," he said, "Now get dressed and go home. When you get there you'll take a nice bath and remember nothing of this encounter. What you will remember is drinking too much and having a night of rough fun. See you next week!"
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I was laying in bed and I was soooo horny. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of experiencing my bed, I must say it is rather amazing. I have a king sized circular bed and it is wrapped in white satin sheets. Softer than a lovers touch, I felt the fabric moving over my body. The satin caressed my nipples and teased my skin with promises of decadence and rapture. Soon I could feel hands on my body. They were my own, touching and exploring every curve. Lingering at the apex of my thighs where I was unbelievably soaked with arousal. I breathed in deep and noticed the familiar smell of a man nearby. I opened my eyes and saw someone standing over me, watching. It was hard to see what he looked like but I didn't care as long as he had a nice hard cock for me to enjoy. Slowly he pulled the satin sheets away, uncovering my naked body writhing in the bed with anticipation. I was so excited! What did he have planned for me? Would he give it to me rough, or would he have an angel's touch? I licked my lips and smiled wantonly. I was ready for whatever he was going to give me so I sat up in the bed and dangled my legs over the edge while playfully twirling my long hair around my finger. "My body is ready for you." I said as I shivered from being uncovered. "I didn't ask you if you were ready." He said in a whisper before slipping a blindfold over my eyes and guiding me to the floor so I could kneel before him. Such was my excitement that I almost purred as I could feel the heat from his manhood in front of my face. He took my hands and led them up to his cock and I held it firmly, almost giddy with delight. Feeling almost intoxicated by his scent, I took all of him into my mouth. I felt his strong hands on the back of my head as he thrust down my throat. "All I want to hear from you," he said as he was thrusting, "Is yes sir." He stopped for a second and removed his cock from my mouth. "Do you understand?" "...Yes sir..." I moaned as I kissed and licked the head of his cock. It was throbbing so hard, I couldn't wait to have him inside of me...owning me...poisoning me with his seed. I continued to stroke and lick his cock for a long time just enjoying his scent and his flavor. Savoring every second.. every drop of pre-cummm to pass between my lips. I was beyond wanting him to fuck me. I needed him to. I needed to have him remind me of what men and women were made for. To bring me to the very brink of existence and let it all explode into a shimmering mishmash of lust and sweat. "Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me." he said. "Yes sir.." I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly exposed and I was loving every second of it as I could feel his eyes moving over me even though I was blindfolded. My body felt like it was on fire. Then I felt his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply and I tasted his tongue with my own sucking on it and nibbling on his lower lip. I could feel his face, rough from a couple days of growth scratching against my neck as he kissed it and it drove me WILD. As I lay completely mesmerized by the rhythm of his lips moving slowly down my body he paused at my breasts taking his time to kiss each one before biting the nipple. The pain sharp for only a split second but was quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure that engulfed my body. He continued to kiss a trail of fire down my stomach and stopped again at my pussy to slowly kiss all around the sides before returning to the middle. I could feel him slide a finger inside of me. My pussy has always been a bit on the small side so just one finger felt like a tight fit. A very tight, very slippery fit. I could feel his lips on my clit as he worked my pussy with one finger. I cooed and purred with pleasure. It was almost like drowning in a sea of ecstasy. I didn't think I could get any wetter but then he removed his finger and pushed his tongue deep into my pussy. With every lick deeper and deeper I began to forget who I was or where I was. My brain had completely melted into goo and all I could do was squeal with sheer delight. When I thought he couldn't bring me any higher, I felt his knees between my legs and I gasped. I knew that this was it, he was going to fuck me now. I felt his heat between my thighs and the throbbing knot of his manhood pressed against me. With one hard thrust he was inside of me and my pussy wrapped around him snugly like a velvet glove. I was worried that he might be too much for me but I was so wet that I opened for him quite nicely. I tangled my legs through his as he pushed over and over, deeper and deeper inside of me. My pussy was aching with pleasure and we moved together to the sounds of his breathing and my incoherent moaning. I felt him getting bigger and harder inside of me. Stretching me even further as he neared his release. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked my body as he began thrusting faster and harder. His breathing became deeper and harsher. "Are you ready for my seed?" he managed in a hot whisper against my ear sending shivers throughout my body. "Yes....sir....." I panted breathlessly. I was beyond ready for him. It was fate. He bit sharply into my neck and I felt him explode deep inside of me, throbbing hard and giving me his seed. My pussy gripped him hard as the orgasm took control of my body, milking his cock for every last drop. He stayed inside me as we fell asleep together. "Good girl." I heard him murmur through my haze as I passed out.
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I was laying in bed and I was soooo horny. For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of experiencing my bed, I must say it is rather amazing. I have a king sized circular bed and it is wrapped in white satin sheets. Softer than a lovers touch, I felt the fabric moving over my body. The satin caressed my nipples and teased my skin with promises of decadence and rapture. Soon I could feel hands on my body. They were my own, touching and exploring every curve. Lingering at the apex of my thighs where I was unbelievably soaked with arousal. I breathed in deep and noticed the familiar smell of a man nearby. I opened my eyes and saw someone standing over me, watching. It was hard to see what he looked like but I didn't care as long as he had a nice hard cock for me to enjoy. Slowly he pulled the satin sheets away, uncovering my naked body writhing in the bed with anticipation. I was so excited! What did he have planned for me? Would he give it to me rough, or would he have an angel's touch? I licked my lips and smiled wantonly. I was ready for whatever he was going to give me so I sat up in the bed and dangled my legs over the edge while playfully twirling my long hair around my finger. "My body is ready for you." I said as I shivered from being uncovered. "I didn't ask you if you were ready." He said in a whisper before slipping a blindfold over my eyes and guiding me to the floor so I could kneel before him. Such was my excitement that I almost purred as I could feel the heat from his manhood in front of my face. He took my hands and led them up to his cock and I held it firmly, almost giddy with delight. Feeling almost intoxicated by his scent, I took all of him into my mouth. I felt his strong hands on the back of my head as he thrust down my throat. "All I want to hear from you," he said as he was thrusting, "Is yes sir." He stopped for a second and removed his cock from my mouth. "Do you understand?" "...Yes sir..." I moaned as I kissed and licked the head of his cock. It was throbbing so hard, I couldn't wait to have him inside of me...owning me...poisoning me with his seed. I continued to stroke and lick his cock for a long time just enjoying his scent and his flavor. Savoring every second.. every drop of pre-cummm to pass between my lips. I was beyond wanting him to fuck me. I needed him to. I needed to have him remind me of what men and women were made for. To bring me to the very brink of existence and let it all explode into a shimmering mishmash of lust and sweat. "Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me." he said. "Yes sir.." I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly exposed and I was loving every second of it as I could feel his eyes moving over me even though I was blindfolded. My body felt like it was on fire. Then I felt his lips on mine. He kissed me deeply and I tasted his tongue with my own sucking on it and nibbling on his lower lip. I could feel his face, rough from a couple days of growth scratching against my neck as he kissed it and it drove me WILD. As I lay completely mesmerized by the rhythm of his lips moving slowly down my body he paused at my breasts taking his time to kiss each one before biting the nipple. The pain sharp for only a split second but was quickly replaced by a rush of pleasure that engulfed my body. He continued to kiss a trail of fire down my stomach and stopped again at my pussy to slowly kiss all around the sides before returning to the middle. I could feel him slide a finger inside of me. My pussy has always been a bit on the small side so just one finger felt like a tight fit. A very tight, very slippery fit. I could feel his lips on my clit as he worked my pussy with one finger. I cooed and purred with pleasure. It was almost like drowning in a sea of ecstasy. I didn't think I could get any wetter but then he removed his finger and pushed his tongue deep into my pussy. With every lick deeper and deeper I began to forget who I was or where I was. My brain had completely melted into goo and all I could do was squeal with sheer delight. When I thought he couldn't bring me any higher, I felt his knees between my legs and I gasped. I knew that this was it, he was going to fuck me now. I felt his heat between my thighs and the throbbing knot of his manhood pressed against me. With one hard thrust he was inside of me and my pussy wrapped around him snugly like a velvet glove. I was worried that he might be too much for me but I was so wet that I opened for him quite nicely. I tangled my legs through his as he pushed over and over, deeper and deeper inside of me. My pussy was aching with pleasure and we moved together to the sounds of his breathing and my incoherent moaning. I felt him getting bigger and harder inside of me. Stretching me even further as he neared his release. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked my body as he began thrusting faster and harder. His breathing became deeper and harsher. "Are you ready for my seed?" he managed in a hot whisper against my ear sending shivers throughout my body. "Yes....sir....." I panted breathlessly. I was beyond ready for him. It was fate. He bit sharply into my neck and I felt him explode deep inside of me, throbbing hard and giving me his seed. My pussy gripped him hard as the orgasm took control of my body, milking his cock for every last drop. He stayed inside me as we fell asleep together. "Good girl." I heard him murmur through my haze as I passed out.
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When I was in high school I always had the biggest crush on the 12th grade literature teacher. You know how young women can be when they focus on an attractive older man. Mr. Blue was the youngest on the payroll at 24 years old. He had turquoise eyes and careless dark hair. He didn't really spend time with the other teachers, electing to read Byron and Shelly under a large magnolia tree by himself instead. It was here that I first developed a passion for poetry. I would sit with him under the tree everyday. In a way, I felt like it was inappropriate... But it was dangerous and he didn't seem to mind having me around hanging on his every word. Sometimes I would dress sexy for him, hoping he would notice. And he did, but he was too much of a gentleman to give in to my charms. As the months went on, my skirts became shorter and my tops more low cut. I was taking full advantage of being an early bloomer with my 36 DD's. Then, June came. It was time for me to graduate and I was heart broken that I hadn't been able to steal a single kiss from the lips that poured romantic prose into my heart. Every day I would come to class and look deep into his eyes hoping he could read my mind. On the last day of school, I was sulking while walking to my crappy celica in the student parking lot when I heard the most wonderful sound. It was Mr. Blue calling my name. I turned around and waited for him to catch up to me. He told me that he had very strong feelings for me but he didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of a young woman and that he didn't want to lose his job. He also said that he didn't want to hurt me if things didn't work out. A smile worked it's way playfully across my lips. I told him that I was more mature than he thought and that sometimes I would touch myself at night while imagining him reading the poetry. He was completely shocked but I could clearly see a bulge starting to form in the front of his pants. I turned around and grabbed a paper from my bag and began scribbling when I felt his hand gently touch the side of my face. I took his hand in mine and put his index finger all the way in my mouth. I slowly pulled his finger out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and leaving behind a burgundy smudge from my lipstick. I put my phone number in his hand and said, 'I turn 18 in two months.' Call me, tiger. He stood there. Looking at my number and then at me, completely unable to string a sentence together. For once, I was the one with all the right words and it left him speechless. With a smile like the cat who caught the canary, I drove home knowing that in two months I would have Mr. Blue. That night, after I got home from a graduation celebration I noticed a message on my phone. It was Mr. Blue asking if he could come pick me up for a bite to eat. I called him back and told him that I would be ready in an hour. I ran a nice hot bubble bath and filled it with wild jasmine petals from the field behind my house. I shaved my cookie until it was perfectly smooth and got ready for my date with Mr. Blue. I wore a beautiful sheer dress that was the color of the ocean before a storm and fastened at the shoulders like a greek goddess. Typically with a dress like this most ladies are supposed to wear a slip under but I decided to go with nothing because the fabric felt amazing on my bare skin. I wanted as little fabric between me and Mr. Blue as possible and this dress was perfect for that. As I waited in front of my house under the light of the moon I fantasized about him. What was he going to wear? Where was he going to take me? Was he going to take me? Am I making a huge mistake? My thoughts were interrupted suddenly when I saw his car coming down the road. As he got closer, our eyes locked and he almost crashed into our mailbox haha! I walked casually in front of his car as he waited so the headlights of his car would shine through my dress, giving him a teasing glimpse of my naked body. As I got into the car he seemed a bit more composed then when I left him in the school parking lot earlier that day. 'I hope you like poetry and coffee.' he said as we pulled away from the house. 'I'm pretty sure you already know everything I like.' I grinned. 'Thanks by the way. For not getting hung up over my age. Most of my friends have been having sex since they were in middle school.' He raised an eyebrow. '..have you..?' 'God no Mr. Blue!' I laughed 'I was 16. Everybody keeps calling me a late bloomer. I disagree though, I'm just picky.' Mr. Blue laughed out loud. 'Well, it's good to know you have standards. And stop calling Mr. Blue, it makes me feel old. My name is John.' 'Ok John.' I smiled. 15 minutes later we were at the Surly Bean, a local coffee house that was popular for its open mic nights. I was excited to hear some poetry since a bit of art always gets excites me. We got our coffee and had a seat at the table. As the night rolled on we made intellectual banter while listening to the poets read their work. I lost count of how many poems I heard until the coffee house owner stood up and announced that John would be reading something special for a special lady. To say that there were butterflies in my stomach would be a huge understatement. John took the stage and looked deep into my eyes before reciting probably the most amazing poem I've ever heard in my life. If there was any doubt in my mind about whether or not I wanted to have sex with John, it was now completely swept away. We finished our coffee and went back to his car. 'Where to?' I asked nervously. I was afraid that he would change his mind and take me back to my house. 'I thought maybe we could read some more poetry at my place. If you have to go home though, I understand.' He said. 'Me? Oh hell no, let's go read some poetry. I never want this night to end!' I was so excited because my dream was finally coming true. So many torturous years of wanting to be Mr. Blue's plaything and only now getting a chance. When we got to his place, I saw right away that his house was huge. There were probably about 7 bedrooms in this house and there were books in almost every one of them. I was in heaven. My heels clacked on the hard wood floors as he led me to the parlor and put on The Night by Morphine. We slow danced for a little while before I took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. I guessed that his room was the one with the oldest books in it and a huge bed with blood red satin linens. We kissed for a long time before he undid the clasps of my dress at my shoulders and watched in awe as it slid down over my perfect DD breasts, dropping to the floor. He slowly laid me down on the bed and kissed all of my skin. Before I knew it, I felt him kissing me down there and I was not expecting that since the boys that I fooled around with were typically allergic to going down on girls haha. It was my first taste of purest ecstasy. He teased me for almost an hour before he finally let me climax. I was so out of my mind with pleasure that all I could say was, 'Please...' Because I just wanted him to make love to me so badly. 'Nuh-uh' he said 'You don't get to have that for a couple months.' I looked at him confused for a moment. Then I smiled and said, 'Oh come on, that hardly seems fair. There must be something I can do for you. I would feel so rude not returning the favor at least.' I undid the front of his pants and he made no move to stop me as I pulled his manhood free from his boxers. It was the most delicious thing I had ever seen. I pulled him down onto the bed and I climbed into a 69 position with my cookie on his face and I started to work on him with my lips and tongue. Gently at first but soon he was moaning more and more as I took him deep down into my throat. I could taste his excitement starting to spill forth as he licked me, causing me to rock back and forth on his face while I pleasured him with my mine. I let him slide out of my throat a bit and playfully licked him until he exploded in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, savoring his taste. I was so turned on that I ended up climaxing all over again. The next morning he dropped me off and I got in big trouble. But it was 100% worth it.
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I shifted about awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do with myself. I wasn’t used to parties and had dressed to my friend, Corinne’s advice: denim shorts and a thin, tight top, showing traces of my lacy black bra. I’d let my brown hair fall naturally and kept my make up simple and subtle, having not been sure what to expect. Being honest, I wanted to go to bed. By 2 am, the vodka was giving me a headache and the shitty music was obnoxiously loud. Girls danced around me in hot pants and tiny tops, barely dressed. I looked at them with my eyebrows raised as I took a sip of my drink and turned back to my friends. Corinne giggled flirtatiously as she stroked the arm of one of the dark skinned boys we were talking to. Being mixed race herself, she looked incredible, with large tits and gorgeous curling hair; almost all eyes in our group were on her. I met the gaze of a guy across the room; he was black like a lot of the others here, very tall and probably about 18, a couple of years older than me. He briefly scanned me up and down, lingering slightly on my reasonably sized 34c boobs. I looked away. I tapped Corrine on the arm and gestured that I was going into the kitchen. Manoeuvring into the equally packed room, I took the opportunity to slip the contents of my drink into the pot of a house plant. The taste of it tingle unpleasantly in my mouth, having been less than half diluted vodka when she’d poured it for me. I refilled my glass with regular coke. I was about to rejoin Corrine when the guy I’d seen a few minutes earlier caught up with me. “Hey baby,” He said, the music blaring around us, giving him an excuse to get nearer. “Hi,” I replied, nervously. He put his hand on my back and gently started stroking the, “Haven’t seen you here before.” “I know, this isn’t really my thing,” I said. His palm moved further down, playing with the waist line of my shorts, “Why not?” He asked coolly, pretending to take an interest in me. “I’m not that kind of girl. Live fast, die young, y’know.” He laughed and said with a grin, “I think it would suit you, baby,” I started to smile, “Oh yeah?” He was a smooth talker for sure, something that could charm any slut here into bed and Corrine was particularly the type to succumb to it. Not me. “Definitely,” He said, slipping his hand lower to lightly squeeze my ass. I brushed him off and turned away a little, not wanting him to get much closer. Corrine came bounding up to us through the crowd with her new friend in tow. “Hey guys, we’re going for a smoke if you wanna come outside,” She giggled. We followed her onto the terrace; the air was warm and thick for July and the music was quieter out here. “At last, I can hear myself think.” There were just four of us now and she briefly introduced me to Marcus. “I’m Harrison,” said the guy I’d spoken to, as he flicked his lighter under the cigarette pursed between his lips. Corinne and Marcus lit up as well while I gazed into the bottom of the glass I still held, feeling like a third wheel. I listened to her talk to him in her playfully girly voice as his hands wandered her body. Harrison edged closer to me again, letting his fingers creep around my waist. I stiffened slightly and remained silent. “It’s just a bit of fun, baby,” He said smoothly, sensing my discomfort. “I’d rather not,” I replied. “Suit yourself,” He said dismissively, dusting ashes onto the grass and leaning against the railing of the terrace. I watched him breath smoke into the air and resisted the urge to cough. Soon, cigarette butts were being stamped into the ground and Corinne and Marcus were in a fully lip locked embrace as she rubbed his crotch. They crept back into the house holding hands and heading upstairs while she cast me a backwards glance and mouthed ‘see you later’, met by my exasperated expression. I turned back to Harrison, now alone with him and sighed. “Hey, come over here with me,” He said, taking my wrist firmly and leading me away from the house. “No, I should get back inside,” I said as I attempted to shift his grip. “C’mon, just stay for a bit,” He kept pulling me along and eventually stopped in the shadows, surrounded by a handful of tress. “I should go...” I began, starting to feel more than uncomfortable, but he cut me off as he cradled my face and pressed his toned body against mine. I could feel his hard cock on my hip, straining in his jeans. He started running his hands over my body as his lips met my neck. His touch was affectionate but very firm and almost controlling; I wasn’t sure I liked it. “This is your last chance,” He said quietly into my ear. “Last chance for what?!” I cried, trying to push him away, feeling the fright building inside me. “Come on,” He whispered, moving his hand to gently stroke the thin strip of material separating his fingers from my smooth pussy. There was a lurching feeling in my stomach. “Don’t!” I said loudly, “I already told you I’m not interested!” I felt a sharp smack across my cheek as my head was knocked back. Dazed, I stared at him as he raised his fist. He hit me again, giving me barely enough time to cover my face. “Frigid bitches like you need to fucking loosen up!” He shouted. “Stop it!” I screamed as he beat me to the ground, sending a searing pain through my jaw and nose. The thorns and twigs on the grass scratched against my creamy skin as he shoved me down into the mud. I was bewildered. His rugged breath was heavy as he leant over me, forcing the side of my face flat against the floor with his left hand while the right worked on undoing the buttons on my shorts. I continued screaming and calling out, tears streaming down my cheeks as I lost control to him. “Look bitch, shut the fuck up unless you want a knife up your cunt,” he hissed brutally. I whimpered, quietening at once. My head was pounding and the blood roared in my ears. Surely he didn’t mean that. “Please stop,” I begged him while I desperately clawed at his arms. I kicked and struggled beneath him as he lifted his hand from my head; he curled his fingers into a fist again and smashed his knuckles down square in my face with a sick thud. My scream wavered as the night suddenly flashed blotchy shades of violet and magenta. I let my head roll to the side as warm blood dribbled from my mouth and my writhing subsided momentarily. He continued fiddling with my shorts and yanked them down to my ankles. He tucked two fingers into my underwear, ignoring my light tuft of hair, and roughly plunged them between my lips. My tight, unlubricated pussy burned as this stranger worked his fingers in and out of me and heavily breathed down on my face. I whined and turned my head to the other side with my eyes squeezed shut. “You feel like a virgin,” He said, his lips curling cruelly. I wasn’t. But it didn’t matter to him either way. “Stop it,” I moaned. “You are, aren’t you bitch?” He licked his lips and started to rip my top open with both hands. He shoved my bra up and immediately began groping my bare tits. He took my nipple between his teeth and bit down hard as I drew my breath in sharply. I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away but it made no difference. He put all his weight on me as he slapped and pinched my tits like they were nothing more than dog toys. All the while I still felt his dick pressing against me, his zipper scraping my leg. He glared at me with hateful lust, furious at my refusal of him. After quickly becoming bored, he grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my knees. Everything happened too fast. He tore my underwear down to my knees and dug his nails into my ass, spreading my cheeks. He spat on my little, pink, puckered ass hole and began massaging it with his thumb. “Lucky for you, I’m not interested in your cunt, slut.” “Please don’t, not there!” I pleaded, “Not there!” He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, painfully jerking my head back. “Shut the fuck up.” I heard him unzip his jeans and his huge cock sprung free. “Please don’t, please please please...” I whined quietly but he ignored me, giving my ass a hard smack before lining his dick up with my tense hole. I held my breath as he slowly forced himself inside me with difficulty, one hand holding my hips firmly in place, the other still gripping my hair. “Shit,” He muttered, groaning slightly. My ass stretched around his thick cock with a horrible, ripping, burning sensation. He started pulling out to my relief before plunging deeper inside me. I cried out and he yanked my head back further, tearing clumps of my hair from their roots. I felt sick. My hair was tangled and my face was scratched and muddy. I could smell his sweat as he heaved against me and every single one of my limbs ached; I could barely move. I sobbed, hardly able to breathe, as he gained pace, occasionally stopping to spit down on my ass again. “Do you like that, you fucking slut?” He growled, wrenching my head back with each thrust. I still heard the music of the party inside, trembling faintly in the air. The lights glimmered past the trees but we were invisible to them. “Do you?!” He hissed, leaning forward so his lips were at my ear. I whimpered. He started to roughly fondle my tits again, releasing my hair. My head slumped forward. My shoulders felt like they were going to break and my elbows dug into the dirt; I could only just hold myself up. He grunted as his hot cock throbbed in my ass. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Using both hands to spread my cheeks he stretched my asshole even further and let a drop of saliva drip down onto his dick. He fucked me with an animalistic urgency, his hips repeatedly colliding against my thighs with a slap. He breathed through gritted teeth as I felt him unload his thick cum inside me. His thrusts slowed as he squeezed every bit out and eventually stopped, panting breathlessly. He returned his deflating dick to his jeans and got to his feet, letting my weak and defeated half-dressed body collapse on the ground with his cum gently dribbling between my thighs. He knelt beside me briefly, “Keep this to yourself, you little bitch, or I’ll find you and fuck you again.” I nodded softly and tears welled up in my eyes again as I watched him walk away without another word. I just lay in the dirt, not ready to wonder how to pick myself up.
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Sarah beams at me as I take her hand. Blue light bathes her pale skin as we enter the upscale private quarters of downtown Houston’s aquarium dining. The waiter, dressed in a sharp midnight blue suit, quickly shows us to our table, circled by the magnificent tropical tank. We sit down opposite one another, Sarah crossing her long, toned legs beneath the shear nude material of her dress. The black lace detail hugs every curve and I let my gaze wander up her body to her young, ripe breasts. She’s just 16 and at 23, I can’t take my eyes off her; it doesn’t sound good written down, I know, but I love her. I reach her sparkling eyes, her dark hair falling delicately around her face and she smiles at me, delighted, “This is perfect, Ross.” “Anything for you, baby,” I reply, as the waiter returns, handing us menus. “Can I get you anything to drink?” He asks. “I’ll have a Heineken.” “Could I have a strawberry lemonade, please?” Sarah purrs, her English accent evident. The waiter nods as he writes down our order. “I wish I could drink,” She giggles to me as he dismisses himself. A colourful array of fish floats behind her as she begins to bubble excitedly about the day and I can’t help but admire her enthusiasm. She stops abruptly and I look up from the menu. She gazes at me, biting her bottom lip and says quietly, “Y’know, I can’t wait to get home.” A grin spreads across my face and I rub the stubble on my chin, “Why’s that?” I say, wickedly. She shifts in her chair and I feel her foot begin to slide slowly up and down my calf. “Just because,” her tongue quickly runs over her teeth as the waiter set our drinks down. “Would you like to start with an appetizer, sir?” “No, I think we’ll move straight to main,” I say, keeping eye contact with Sarah. The corner of her lip curls. “Top sirloin and shrimp please.” “And, uh... a grilled chicken pasta,” She says, quickly glancing at the menu. “Thank you, ma’am, that won’t be long,” He replies, collecting our menus and turning on his heel. Her foot brushes between my thighs and I reach down to stroke her ankle. The blue light dances on her skin and we pick up a regular conversation again although I slowly start to want her more and more as I notice her nipples hardening beneath her dress and in turn, something stirs in my lap. Her foot rubs more directly on my crotch, apparently having realised my state, and I stiffen at her touch. She takes long, deep breathes as I examine her elegant collar bones and bare slender shoulders. Silhouetted against the vibrant tank and rising kelp plants, she looks beautiful, hypnotic. “You look so good right now,” I whisper. Her eyelashes flutter, “Thank you,” She murmurs, embarrassed. “I really want you.” I begin to imagine slipping my hand between her sweet adolescent legs, the heat of her pussy radiating through her underwear. She smiles guiltily down at her lap and I wonder if she’s thinking the same. The waiter arrives with our plates and sets down our steaming dishes. Sarah slides her foot back into her shoe and we both eat hurriedly. The steak is delicious but I can’t keep my mind off her. Finally, the waiter brings us the bill and shows us out. Sarah’s hand clings to mine as we stride from the gorgeous building. We’re soon on the street, heading back to my car and I rest my hand on her ass as we walk. Suddenly I feel uneasy. I cast my gaze around the dark road. “What’s wrong?” Sarah asks. “Nothing,” I mutter, but despite telling myself it’s ridiculous, I feel watched. However I swiftly dismiss it as we reach the car. In the moment that we stop, I press her against the cool surface and lock my lips against hers, the intense need for her clenching in my stomach. She winds her fingers through my hair and I drink in the warmth of her body, burning to get inside. “Fuck baby, I want you right now,” I say, momentarily breaking away to kiss her neck. “Yeah...” She breathes, tipping her head back. I open the passenger door and get in, gesturing for her to follow me. She straddles my lap and I close the door behind her, holding her petite frame in my arms as she kisses me again, the smell of her perfume intoxicating me. I push the hem of her dress up her thighs and over her ass, grasping each of her soft firm cheeks in my palms. Her hand finds the bulge in my crotch and she massages me through my pants, sighing desperately, “Fuck me, Ross,” She whispers, brushing her teeth against my ear. I lean the chair down and flip her over so she’s lying on her back. Now kneeling in the foot well, the thin material covering her pussy is only a foot away from my face. I hook my thumbs in the sides of her panties and tug them down over her ankles. She moans and spreads her legs, her body begging to be touched. I take in the sight of her smooth pussy, pink and glistening wet before I start to kiss along the inside of her thighs. I can hardly wait to get inside her, but I know the anticipation will drive her crazy. My tongue finds her clit and I suck gently, inhaling her delicious smell. She struggles to keep still as I tuck a finger into her tight hole, easing it in and out. “Oh my god,” She whines with her eyes tightly shut. My tongue laps at her juices and I push a second finger between her lips as she starts to rock against my face. I grab her ass to steady her, burying my face in her pussy. I briefly catch her eye as I look up, her mouth open in a small circle, “I’m gonna cum!” She cries, her hand flying to cover her mouth. I stop and push her knees up to her chest, leaving her panting. She watches my hands hungrily as I unbuckle my belt, pull my fly down and take my fully hard cock in my hand. “Oh yeah, fuck me, please Ross, now.” I lean over her and we lock eyes for a second, the tension smouldering between us, before I plunge into her. She gasps and claws at the seat as I pull out and fill her again. “Shit!” She moans while I pound her, her hot insides wrapped around me. I grunt, holding her legs against my chest, her knees draped over my shoulders. I suck gently on her skin as I watch her writhe beneath me, pleasure crumpling her beautiful face. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I say through gritted teeth, my breathing ragged as I sharply thrust into her. Her legs stiffen around me as she groans. Her eyes flutter and roll back, “That’s so good, that’s so good,” She whispers. “Cum for me, baby,” I say. She throws her head back, crying, “Oh fuck! Oh my god, Ross!” as her body shakes and convulses. Seeing her like this sends me over the edge and I start to shoot my hot cum into her pussy, groaning her name. Her legs relax and fall beside me and I lie down next to her on the seat, letting my breathing return to normal. We lie quietly in the dark for a moment. Then there’s a tapping on the window. I feel Sarah’s body tense and she stares at me with wide eyes, “Ross, what’s that?” I remain silent, listening, as she shuffles her dress back into place. Tap tap tap. “What the fuck...” I mutter. I can’t see out the windows; the street is pitch black except for late night cafe windows glowing further down the road. Tap tap tap. I sit up. “Stay here,” I tell her and slowly open the door. I step into the darkness and the close the door behind me, agitation knotting in my chest. “What the fuck, man? Who are you?” There’s no reply. I hear something shifting and I whip around, desperately trying to locate it. Suddenly, something collides with the side of my head and I’m knocked off balance. I fight back at thin air and vaguely register the car door being swung open as a damp cloth is clamped around my mouth and I sink to the ground. * * * I wake up in a dimly lit room with a horribly stiff neck and a throbbing pain in my left temple. I’m shackled to a large padded chair; my wrists are cuffed to each arm and my ankles to the two front legs. The chair is bolted to the ground and I feel like a man waiting electrocution. My jacket’s gone but I’m still wearing my shirt and pants, lightly damp with sweat. As my senses return, I scan the room. Dark wooden boards line the floor and the walls are coated in a peeling, dirty white paint. There are no windows and only one door on the opposite wall. A few overhead lamps buzz faintly on the ceiling, providing what little light there is. While the rest of the room is empty, a large bare mattress is in the middle of the floor, about three metres away from me, and on it lays Sarah. She’s unconscious and naked except for her bra and underwear, both a lacy black material. Her hair is messily splayed around her and a black blindfold is tied around her head. Aside from this, she appears untouched. “Sarah?” I call out hoarsely, watching her ribs slowly rise and fall. Fear begins to run through me as I realise the situation. “Sarah?” She stirs slightly, her hand moving to her face. “Ross?” She says, struggling to sit upright. “Ross?!” She scratches at the blindfold as she cries out desperately. “I’m here, baby,” I say as she tears it off. Panic flashes across her face, “What’s going on?” The door clicks and opens. A tall, dark skinned man walks in, probably a good few years older than me, and locks the door behind him. He’s barefoot, wearing only jeans and a white t-shirt spread across his broad shoulders. He turns to face us. “Who the fuck are you?” Sarah shrieks at him. “Don’t talk to me like that!” He shouts, striding over to her. His voice is deep and brusque, “Lay back down.” “Who do you think you are?” She snaps defiantly. In one swift movement, he pushes her down on the mattress and sits astride her hips. She struggles against him as he leans down and hisses something in her ear. Her body goes limp. Anger rises within me as he says to her, “Now you are a pretty little fucking thing, aren’t you?” She frowns up at him as he starts to roughly fondle her body. “Stop it!” I yell, “Don’t touch her!” He pauses. I wait for a moment before he raises his hand and strikes her across the face. He turns to me, “Don’t say anything.” Sarah gasps in shock and whimpers but makes no attempt to fight him. He reaches below her back and undoes her bra, dragging it from her shoulders then tossing it aside. He grabs at her firm young tits and pinches her nipples. What did he say to her? What can he possibly have fucking said? “Aah...” she sighs, her mouth falling open. He pulls her up to him and their lips meet; he kisses her roughly and intensely, biting her lip, and she doesn’t resist. I stare. He moves down and begins to suck on each of her small, pink nipples. “Your tits are fucking perfect, slut,” He says, as she runs her hands through his short, dark hair. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. He slides one hand between her legs and her bare, pink pussy flashes at me as he tucks his fingers into her underwear. She moans quietly into his neck as he continues his assault on her tits and in spite of my anger and contempt, I’m increasingly aware of the hardening in my lap. “Ohh, fuck,” She murmurs, with an open mouthed glance at me. She bites her lip and we look at one another. After a few minutes, he pulls his fingers from her panties and stuffs them in her mouth; she sucks on them hungrily, licking up her juices. He stands up and pulls his top off, while Sarah stares at his dark muscular chest, then undoes his belt and fly. He looks down at her, now on her knees and strokes her hair. He takes his cock from his underwear, hard, thick and I have to say – huge, and I watch Sarah tentatively wrap her tiny, slender fist around it. “Put it in your mouth,” He orders her as I glare at him. He ignores me as she slips her lips around the end and slowly slides it to the back of her throat. She only fits about half of it in her mouth as she repeats this, pausing to spit on his shaft. I think about her handling me that way and ache for her to touch me, to feel her tight, warm throat around my dick. He gathers her hair in his fist and starts to thrust into her mouth. He grunts as he picks up pace, each time going deeper. Her eyes start to stream as she struggles not to choke and saliva runs down her chin. “Breath through your nose,” He commands, pushing his full length in her mouth. She blinks up at him, her body rigid. This is so hot, I think, watching him control her, beginning to envy him. She starts to splutter and he pulls out, letting her gulp in a few breathes before plunging back in. He smirks, “Good girl.” Pulling out again, he hauls her to her feet and pushes her in my direction. She stumbles slightly as he slowly follows behind her. “Go on,” He says sharply. He stops her about two feet in front of me. As he trails his finger tips down her sides, I notice her gazing at the bulge in my pants, her breathing shallow. He suddenly yanks her panties down to her ankles and forces her top half down, causing her to cry out and grab my chair. Her hands grip the back on either side of my head and we’re face to face; she pants, wide eyed, staring at me. I want her so much. Need her so badly. He grabs her ass and gives it a quick smack. There’s a moment’s pause before she grimaces as he pushes inside her, squeezing her eyes shut. “Shit, you’re so tight,” He says, “You like that, slut? Do you?” She whines loudly and he thrusts harder, slamming his hips against her ass. She leans forward and kisses me, smashing her lips against mine, her tongue darting around my mouth. I badly want to touch her. I feel a kind of urgency in her kiss as she moans into my mouth and pulls away. I watch the ecstasy ripple through her face, only inches away from mine, as she’s jolted forward slightly with every thrust. “Go on, suck his cock,” He tells her, his hands wrapped firmly around her hips. She doesn’t hesitate and reaches into my lap, hastily fumbling with my zipper. I spring free and my dick immediately disappears between her lips. I groan, my fingers curling into fists as she envelopes me in her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobs in my lap and I feel her throat constrict around me as she gags slightly. “Shit, oh my god!” She screams, releasing me momentarily as a wave of pleasure visibly runs through her, “Oh my god! I’m cuming!” Her knees seem to weaken but she keeps pumping my cock while the other man slams into her. Eventually she stills, and sighs as he pulls out of her. He turns her around and sits her down in my lap, her soft hair brushing against my face. She reaches between her thighs and gently guides me into her soaking wet pussy. She begins to rock slowly as she leans forward and grasps the other man’s cock, bringing it towards her. “Yeah, you like my black fuckin’ dick, do you slut?” He smirks. “I fucking love it,” She purrs, stroking his swollen length. Feeling resolutely ignored, I start to buck against her ass, wishing I could hold onto her hips the way he had. Frustration begins to boil in my gut as I furiously fuck her, feeling her tight, hot pussy slipping up and down my shaft. She whines, playing with her clit with one hand, idly caressing him with the other. “Fuck her ass,” He says to me, lifting her off my cock slightly, now dripping with her juice. She seems unsure as I watch him stare intensely at her for a few seconds, before she lines me up with her small, tense asshole and very slowly sinks onto me. “Shit,” She whispers and I groan as I feel her stretching around me. He gets onto the ground, his long legs easily propping his hips level with her pussy, and pushes her knees up to her chest. He enters her from the front, both of us completely filling her, and begins to gently fuck her. “Oh my god, that’s so good,” She says quietly, grasping my forearms, “Fuck me.” His movements reverberate to me, bouncing her ass on my cock. It’s heavenly. Her tight hole struggles to take my girth and I twitch inside her, feeling it right through my abdomen. He quickens, sliding his jeans and underwear down to his knees and she cries out, “Yes! Oh my god, yes! That’s fucking amazing!” She pushes her hair to one side and I start to suck on the side of her neck, running kisses along her shoulder, while he reaches up and pinches her small, hard nipple between his fingers. I feel her losing control as she drags her nails along my arms and shudders pulse through her body, vibrating on my dick. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She shrieks as she cums again, violently shaking on my lap. He stands up and drags her off me, onto her knees as he starts fiercely jerking his cock over her face. She spreads her lips and he drives into her mouth, roughly fucking her face until finally he grunts and I see his cum shoot across her tongue. He squeezes the last few drops onto her chin before grinning down at her and replacing his jeans. He leaves the room as Sarah crawls over to me, kneeling between my knees and taking me in her mouth. She lovingly runs her tongue along the sides of my shaft before pushing me deep into her throat. I grip the arms of the chair; she just gets better every time. Then, sucking on the end and pumping me in her fist, her dark eyes gaze up at me as she expertly works my cock. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as I let go and release my cum into the back of her throat. She keeps on gently sucking until she’s sure I’m done then returns me to my underwear just as the other man re-enters the room. He throws Sarah’s dress and shoes down on the mattress before leaving again. As breathless as I am, she crawls away and starts to redress, purposely leaving her underwear off as she slips on the rest of her clothes. I hear a faint hissing and my eyes begin to sting. Sarah opens her mouth to speak but no sound comes out, she only coughs. As my vision becomes more blurred and my lungs ache, I see her fall back on the mattress as my eyes close and I black out. * * * When I reopened my eyes I was back in the driver’s seat of my car, morning light spilling through the windows. Sarah was sitting up next to me, frowning out onto the street. “Wh... what did he say to you?” I stammer, waking up. “Nothing,” She mutters. “No seriously, tell me.” “It was nothing, okay?” “Sarah, tell me,” I persist. She’s obviously hiding something. “Um, well...” She starts, shifting uncomfortably, “I sort of... hired him to do that a couple of months back.” “What?” I say in disbelief. “I didn’t know when he’d do it... it just really turns me on, y’know... I’ve always wanted to be kidnapped,” She says, guiltily meeting my eye. You can’t deny it was hot, I think, struggling to keep a smile off my face. “It’s okay, baby,” I say, putting my hand over hers, “Just tell me next time, yeah?” She nods shyly, relived at my reaction, before I start the car and we head home.
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When my mom told me of her, my brother, and the dog going to the beach for a week, my heart started pounding like a jackhammer in my chest. This is what I've been waiting for! Master and I can finally be alone and do what we want!! And that, dear reader, is none other than BDSM. ******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** It is the day of my family leaving for the beach and I wait impatiently through the normal good-byes and rules. Once my mom closes the door I scramble to the window. And as soon as I hear my mom's car pull out of the driveway I rush to get my phone. After about 30 minutes with nobody returning, I text my Master, telling him of my unsupervised week alone. Within minutes I get a reply back. “Slave, strip naked and prepare yourself. When you are done, sit by the door waiting for me. I will be there in about 30 minutes.” Rushing around, I strip off my clothes and put on the collar, cuffs, nipple clamps, and ball gag Master got for me. Then I wedge the vibrator into my pussy, turn it on, and pull my hair into a tight ponytail. I set out the toys on my nightstand and clip one end of each handcuff on my headboard. Finally I am ready. On my hands and knees like I have been instructed to move in the presence of Master, I crawl to the door, unlock it, and sit in position. Soon Master arrives and praises me for preparing myself correctly. I glow with pleasure at the compliment. I love pleasing my Master. “Slave, for your good behavior I have decided to reward you. Go to your room and get on your bed. Don't disappoint me, my perfect little slut.” My eyes shine with thanks and I quickly crawl back to my room. I climb into bed and wait for Master with my hands by my side. In a few minutes he comes in, goes to my nightstand, picks up the handcuffs, and secures my wrists to the headboard. Then he takes the rope and spreader bar and secures my ankles. Finally, he places a blindfold over my eyes, so I have to rely on my other senses to figure out what he is doing. “Now,” He whispers, “time for your reward” With that, I feel him turn off the vibrator and slide it out of my pussy. Next I feel something wet on the inside of my thighs. I gasp around the gag when I figure out that it is Master's tongue. He creeps closer and closer to my pussy and I whimper in anticipation. Finally his mouth meets my pussy and I moan in ecstasy. He knows I love being eaten out, which is why he only uses it as a reward. He rips off my gag so he can hear me moan as he devours me. It is not long before I am screaming and writhing on the bed. Suddenly, he stops. I'm shocked, but soon am granted an answer when his cock presses into me. Once again, I moan in pleasure. He bumps into my hymen and I get nervous. He senses my discomfort and promises to be gentle. He ties a smaller ball gag into my mouth so that I will have something to bite down on. Quickly, and in one smooth thrust, he deflowers me and I cry out in pain. “Shhhh,” He quiets me. “I'll go slowly. Remember, this is my first time too.” He waits until I have quieted down and adjusted to him and then he slowly begins to thrust in and out of me. I gradually begin to enjoy it and am soon moaning in pleasure. He goes faster and harder and soon I am trying to beg him to let me cum. He removes my gag and I quickly beg for release. “Yes,” He moans. “Cum for me Slave. Cum now!” With no further encouragement, I squirt my juices all over. This triggers his orgasm and he pumps his seed deep inside of me. I can't do anything but close my eyes and moan in pleasure. When we are both done, Master unties me and removes my gag. Quickly, he reattached the cuffs on my wrists. “Clean this mess up, you slut!” He orders. Without hesitation, I clean him off and when there is not a drop of our combined juices remaining on him, I lick the cum that had spilled out of us onto the bed. I am wondering what to do about the juices inside of me, when Master produces a dildo the same size and width of his cock and shoves it in me. “I want you to keep our juices in you until you go to take a shower, understand?” “Yes, Master,” I answer in a breathy voice. He smiles at my easy compliance and smacks me on the ass, making me cry out in pleasure. He smirks at me and I blush. With him done teasing me, he pulls me down on the bed and lays down beside me. He puts his arms around me and tells me how proud he is of me. He kisses me deeply and then we fall into a deep sleep wrapped in each others arms. I am proud to be my Master's Slave and his girlfriend. I don't want to be anyone else but his, and anywhere else but in his arms. —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Like I said, this is my first sex story. I hope you like it. All feedback, both negative and positive, is encouraged and accepted. This is what I hope to do with my Master someday, so this isn't true... Yet.
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I had been serving my master for about a week. One day when I accidentally disobey him, he tells me that I am going to learn what it is like to be punished, to be completely submissive, and the rules as his property. I both loved and feared the idea. I had no idea what he had in store, but remembering his past, I knew it would definitely be brutal. “Come with me, you slut,” he says threateningly in a way that turns me on. "Yes master." Wordlessly, I follow my master down the hallway, down some steps, and into his Secret basement/chamber. Before I belonged to master, he used this room as a torture chamber. It still has the same equipment in it, the knives, probes, a chainsaw-looking contraption, and a few other torure devices and machines I dont recognize at all... which both fascinates and terrifies me. “Get on the table,” He orders, motioning to a kind of black, metal examining table with restraints. I quickly climb up on the table and lay on my back. He restrains my arms and...and soon I am helpless and completely at his mercy which I doubt exists. He disappears out of my peripherals and I begin to get anxious and nervous. I feel a hand place a ball gag in my mouth and secure it behind my head. I don't think much of it until I look beside me and Master is standing there holding a wicked looking knife in his hand, a viscious look in his eyes. He presses it to my shirt and with one quick swipe cuts my top free, exposing my torso. I tense up and he continues to cut away my clothing until I am completely naked. “Are you scared? Nod your head if you are.” I nod rapidly, and he chuckles. “You will learn not to fear the knife which I will use often but not to hurt you, but you will learn to fear the whip more than hell itself.” My eyes widen as Master produces a whip and cracks it above my head. I scream in fear and, though he barely hears it, he stops. I feel relief."Your screams are childish, only moans of pleasure may come from your lips during our sessions." I scream around the gag but he continues and begins to beat me mercilessly. And continues. And continues. Until my body is beet red and extremely tender. “Now, time for some more fun.” With that, he produces a set of brutal looking nipple clamps and clips them on me, causing me to choke out a moan of pain. “This is for your own good, you nasty slut. I'm training you. I'm teaching you to handle the pain. And I'm teaching you what to expect if you ever disobey me” I am in pure agony right now. My nipples feel like they are about to be ripped from my body, my body itself feels like it's on fire, and all I can do is try to moan around the gag and squirm fruitlessly. “Shut up and stop moving! You aren't going anywhere, bitch!” With that he gives me a vicious blow right across my tits, causing me to scream in pain and begin crying. After several more merciless lashings, and feeling the searing agony that has replaced my nipples, Master harshly removes the clamps and puts the whip away. I sigh in relief, thinking that it's over. But boy, could I ever have been so wrong? He goes over to the cabinet and gets out two things that I strain to see, but cannot. Master carefully keeps them from my view and he goes immediately to my pussy. “Now, one last lesson and we'll be done with this. Sadly.” He disappears from my sight once again. I tense up, wondering what form of hell Master will inflict on me next. But I don't have to wonder for long as I feel something being pressed into my pussy, stretching it. I moan in pleasure and feel something else being secured to my clit. I wonder what is going on, but am almost immediately rewarded with an answer as Master wordlessly flicks on these two objects and as the thing inside my pussy vibrates, two words filter into my seared conscious. “Vibrating dildo.” Removing my mind from my tingling pussy with some difficulty, I figure out what is on my clit. A plain vibrator. And the combination of the two are nearly sending me over the edge right then and there. Dimly, I hear Master speaking and struggle to listen. “Now, Slave, for your final test I want to see how long you can hold off your orgasm. Oh, but that's not all! You must ASK to be allowed to cum. If you do not, you will be severely beaten and this whole process will start all over again. Nod if you understand.” I nod rapidly, my heart hammering in my chest. Master turns up the frequency of the vibrators and soon I can't hold back any longer. “Master, may I cum??” I plead, practically in tears. “Beg for it, you filthy slut!” He sneers back. I begin crying “Master, please let your disgusting slut cum. She needs to cum so badly! Please let your bitch cum!! I'll do anything to cum!! Please!!!!” “Stop crying, you dirty whore. However, since you begged so nicely and have been so good today, you may cum.” I squirt out what has to be the most intense orgasm of my life. My last thought is: I hope we can do this again soon....:)
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Becoming A Sex Slave - Part 3 By Alice J. As you have already read. I had just met up with the Brothers. They had double fucked me and I was anticipating what was to happen next to me. This is the third, and last part of this story. But I promise you this. I will continue to write more stories about my adventures with the Brothers. After all they are the ones requesting me to document their experiences with me. And I don’t want to disappoint them. I have started a story that I will publish soon. Enjoy the end to this story and look forward to what will be many more. As I slowly walked out into the living room wrapped in a bath towel I encountered Carlos relaxing on the couch watching TV. He was wearing a dark silk robe. His hair was wet, so I guessed he had also taken a shower. God! He was so sexy looking sitting there. Feeling as though I could go without sex for at least a year now. I still felt horney looking at him. There was music playing low in the background. All the lights were off, candles filled the room with a soft ambient light. A new bottle of wine sat on the coffee table along with two full glasses. He looked up at me and said that “I looked very sexy in just a bath towel.” He then invited me to come and sit down next him. As I walked around the front of the table I watched him watching me. He followed my every move. When I sat down he offered me my glass, picking his up, he tilted it towards mine for a silent toast. I asked where Gino was? He said that he had to get up early so he went to bed. He asked if I had a problem with being with just him now. I knew I should have. I was fucked by one, then two, now I was with the other. But then I realized that I felt so good being with either one of them, it just didn't matter how I had gotten to this point. All that mattered was what was going to happen next. And I knew that whatever it was, I would love it! Just like Gino had started up a smooth conversation with me. Carlos had the same adoring charm. He had me laughing and playfully talking with him in no time. He worked for an investment firm. And also part time bartended through the week. Upon my second glass of wine he started to play with my hair. Soon his hands made their way down to the towel. He gently pulled it open exposing my boobs. He said loved large breast. And he proceeded to prove it by cupping them in his huge powerful hands and lifting them up to his mouth. At first he gently kissed them and lightly sucked on my nipples. He told me to play with his cock. Reaching into his robe it wasn’t hard to find. It was still hard and large. He asked if I liked playing with and sucking on big balls. I replied that I was more into sucking on cock. But that if he wanted me to pay extra attention to his balls I would. He told me that that was exactly want he wanted me to do. So I reached down and started massaging them. The size of his balls were proportionate to the size of his cock. I could barely cup both of them in my hand. It had me wondering how he could comfortably walk around with these things hanging between his legs. It was obvious from my massaging that he really got off on it. He started squeezing my boobs hard while sucking my nipples deep into his mouth. He then said he wanted me to suck them into my mouth and use my tongue to play with them. I leaned my face down between his legs. There was no way I could fit both of them at the same time into my mouth. So I started with one, then the other. He moaned that he wanted me to start squeezing them in my mouth with my tongue. So I applied as much pressure as I could while sucking them as far into my mouth as I could. From time to time he would pull my head away from his crotch stretching his sack out until the ball would pop out of my mouth. I would then suck the other one in and go through the same routine. The harder I sucked and squeezed with my mouth the more he seemed to enjoy it. He reacted with handling my boobs rougher and rougher. The harder I sucked, the harder he squeezed and pulled. It seemed we had found a level of equal pleasure. I enjoy having my boobs treated rough and he enjoyed an equal amount of treatment on his balls. Before long he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from his balls. He ordered me to start licking his scrotum. For this I had to kneel down between his legs. He kept a hold of my hair forcing me down below his balls. I licked and sucked on the thick hard muscle down there. He lifted his legs higher and pushed my face down towards his asshole and told me to lick him there. I playfully licked around his hole. I had never tongued an asshole before. I thought it would taste nasty. But it didn’t, When I started to push my tongue into it he grabbed my hair harder and moaned loudly. I guess he liked it so I pushed it in deeper. He told me to tongue fuck it. I started pumping my tongue in and out. He encouraged me to keep doing it. He then ordered me to start massaging his balls and to jack him off at the same time. He had pulled a bottle of lube from somewhere and poured a generous amount onto his cock which made it very slick. I couldn’t believe what was going on. This guy had me being kinkier than any man had ever gotten me to be. I tongue fucked his asshole, played with his balls, and jacked off his cock at the same time. I was guessing that this would end with him shooting a load of cum onto my face and that we would be done. But I was wrong. He wasn’t even close to being done with me. He pulled my face away from his ass and told me to lay on my back on the coffee table. As I laid down on it he put a pillow under my head (what a thoughtful guy). As he stood between my legs pumping his cock he told me to pull my legs back as far as I could. This of course completely exposed my asshole. He then informed me that Gino wasn’t really into anal sex. So I could be expecting him to fuck my pussy the most. But that he, (Carlos) really enjoyed ass fucking. And that I could expect to get my ass fucked on a regular basis by him. His words had me realizing that they expected me to be here for them, allowing them to fuck me again and again. But he didn’t give me time to think much more about it. He picked up the bottle of lube, pushed the tip into my asshole and squeezed. The cool fluid filled my ass. When he pulled it out he wiped it all around my opening. Down on his knees he guided his monster asshole slayer towards me. I asked if he could go slow, since his cock was so large. He said that he would. At least until I had gotten used to it. Then I felt it. The head of his cock was as hard as steel, and the cock that followed was of equal tensile. He pushed it deeper and deeper. In one steady penetration he was buried in my asshole up to his balls. I bit the corner of the pillow to keep my scream from waking the neighborhood. I had expected him to start pumping. But instead he kept his cock still in my asshole and bent over to start on my boobs. He squeezed them hard while sucking and biting my nipples. I was in a mix of painful sensation and erotic stimulation. By now all I could do was moan with sexual gratification. When he pulled back he told me to put my fingers into my pussy. I moved my hand down and pushed a finger into my pussy. He barked at me that he wanted me to put three fingers in and to bury them deep. I did as I was told. He then questioned if I could feel his cock. I realized that yes, indeed I could feel his hard cock from within my pussy. I told him that I could. With that he said good, and started to withdraw his cock from my back hole. I felt the big fat head pass by my fingers leaving and emptiness behind it. Then he pushed it back in. Once again I felt the head slide pass my fingers. The sensation was totally incredible. It was beyond anything I had ever felt before. With the next few withdrawals and penetrations I was begging him to fuck my asshole. Telling him that I wanted to feel his cock split me in two. To fuck my asshole harder than I have ever been fucked before. He wasted no time in obliging my requests. He started pumping his thick cock back and forth deeper and faster with every stroke. I pulled my fingers back and started to rub hard on my clit. I pulled, grab, twisted and rubbed it like I have never done before. He held my legs back, which by now had my knees, pinned to the table top besides my ears. With every thrust my body felt as thought the world was entering my body. I begged him to keep fucking my ass as hard as he wanted until I came. He had no problem with that. In fact he started encouraging me to cum. Telling me how sexy I was. And that I turned him on so much. He said he loved watching his cock stretching my asshole wide while I played with my pussy. From time to time he would pull his cock completely out, leaving my gapping ass empty. Then shove it back in to the hilt. Feeling the huge head pass back and forth through my tight anal muscle stretching it open was awesome. This really got me off. And he knew it! He then told me to admit to him how much I loved having my ass fucked by a thick hard cock. What else could I say. I replied back that I loved it more than anything. I loved the feeling of having my asshole spread open wide. And I told him that I did. He told me, to tell him that I wanted it again and again. And that I would allow him to fuck me as he wished. Again, what else could I say but, yes. I really, honestly did want him to fuck me again and again like this. Before even I realized it, I was experiencing an orgasm that would register on a Richter scale of an earthquake. My entire body shook beyond belief. I didn’t need to continue rubbing my pussy. I connected with the pumping my ass was getting and with every deep thrust I screamed in ecstasy. Wave after wave hit me. Finally he stopped pumping. Leaving his cock buried deep in my ass. He bent over and started on my boobs again. Although being a little more gentle on them now. He still squeezed and sucked pretty hard on them. Finally my organism subsided to the point that I didn’t feel like I wasn’t going to experience a life ending blowout. He started pumping his cock in an out of my ass again. He told me that he was getting ready to cum. With that he reared up, grabbed the bottle of lube off the couch and started squirting it all over my boobs. He told me to rub and squeeze them for him. Doing as I was told, I reached up and started rubbing the lube all over them. Squeezing them together, pulling them up and apart. Grabbing my nipples and pulling and twisting on them. I realized that I was abusing my own boobs as equally as hard as both the brothers had. I wanted him to feel as though I was the perfect slut for him to use when ever he wanted. Carlo’s continued to plunge his cock in and out of my ass. Watching me maul my big boobs for him. I remember asking him if he enjoyed fucking me like this. And if I was doing a good enough job for him? I don’t exactly remember his response. But I do remember being pleased that he was satisfied getting the fucking that he was giving. He pumped a few more times. Withdrew his cock, grabbed my thighs and pulled them down. With a lunge up towards my boobs. He told ordered me to squeeze them together as he shoved his cock between them. He started pumping his cock back and forth. I distinctly remember looking up and watching the head of his cock pressing through my tightly squeezed tits and heading towards my mouth. With each thrust, I would open my mouth, stick my tongue out and touch the little opening in the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Hoping to feel hot sticky cum shooting out and coat my face. I didn't have to wait long. He started to grunt in much the same way he had before when I was sandwiched between him and his brother. Then he came. Or should I say. It came. With a forceful forward lunge a huge wad of hot white cum came out and landed on the tip of my nose. It dripped down onto my upper lip. Immediately I used my tongue to slurp it into my mouth. Carlos lunged forward again. Another shot hit directly on my lips. In a devilishly slutty way I spread my lips just enough to suck it in. I then swished it around my mouth before swallowing it down. He pulled back, grabbed his cock and started aiming the rest of it onto my boobs. I watched every shot. His cock would arch upwards. A huge spurt of cum would shoot out and land on me. He would lean his head back moaning loudly. I have seen a cock shooting it’s cum before. And I have had a cock or two fuck my tits before. But I have never really watched it so intently. I can still remember watching it, its like I still see everything in slow motion. It was a beautiful thing to me. It was then that I realized that a transformation that had taken place tonight. Right then and there I knew that the “Brothers” had me. That I belonged to them. They could do what ever they wanted. And that I wanted them to do what ever they wanted. Carlos finally finished cumming. By boobs and face were completely covered with cum. I rubbed as much of it as I could towards my mouth. Wanting to show Carlos how much I appreciated him cumming on me. As he pushed himself up and away from me he grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him. He planted a deep tongue kiss. Then pulled away. He told me to go take a shower then come back out to join him when I was finished. My third shower of the night. When I came back out wearing another towel. Carlos was sitting on the couch just like before. This time he stood up, and guided me towards what he said would be my room. The bedroom was large, nicely adorned, complete with a huge bed. Once in the room he pulled back the covers down wide enough for me to lay down. Knowing that there was no way that I was going to make it back home. I eagerly accepted the bed before me. I pulled the towel from my body and laid down upon the soft sheets. Carlos pulled the covers up to my shoulders. And even tucked me in a little. It was then that he explained that he and Gino have been looking for a woman that the two of them could have when ever they wanted. And that I would be treated as well as a princess. I was to move in with them. That I would pay no rent. I didn’t have to clean up after them. As they were not looking for a housekeeper. He went on to explain that they expected a woman to satisfy them when ever they wanted. He asked if I wanted to be that woman. I was deranged, lost and overwhelmed. But I said yes. I knew deep down that I wanted the Brothers to fuck me at their will. He said good, and that we would talk again about the details in the morning. He then asked if I needed to get up at any particular time. I said no. He kissed me goodnight. As he was leaving, he stopped and informed me that neither he nor Gino really enjoyed fucking in the morning. Instead they preferred a quick blow job. And that I could expect Gino to wake me up to get one after he took his shower. I muttered okay I’ll be here. He turned the light out and shut the door. As I drifted off to sleep I could feel my whole body twitching. My asshole and pussy ached. But it wasn’t a painful ache. It was the type of ache you get in your body that follows an accomplishment like hiking to the top of a mountain. It felt good. And I was looking forward to feeling it again and again. That night was six months ago now. I moved out of my apartment and into the Brother’s house the next week. I am treated very well by both of them. I have no responsibilities except to satisfy them whenever they want and in any way they want. I get fucked by one or both of them on almost a daily basis. I had to cut my hair shorter as it was getting to be too much of a bother to constantly wash the cum out of my long hair. I still work at the paper keeping my dark side private. As far as my friends are concerned I am Gino’s girlfriend and his brother just happens to live there. I even keep up a fairly good social life. My girlfriends from work drool over both of them. One evening while we were out. My friend named Kathy allowed Carlos to pick her. This was of course part of a kinky plan by the brothers. Gino and I left the bar and went home. Not long after, Carlos and Kathy came home and went in his bedroom. He told her that we had gone over to a friends and would not be home tonight. What she didn’t know was that Gino and I were hiding in the closet. He made me watch while Carlos fucked her, as he fucked me. He took her anal virginity that night. I have never actually watched real people having live sex before. But I have to admit, it was a total turn on. The look on her face as his cock entered her asshole for the first time was really something. From time to time Carlos will bring her to the house and fuck her good. She now begs him to fuck her in her ass. Actually, she is the one who calls him and asks if she could meet up with him for it. She is married, but she has confided in me that her husband doesn't pay much attention to her anymore. And she still doesn’t know that I am watching every time from the closet. Secretly wishing that I could join them while masturbating myself. Perhaps…….. While Gino does have one particular kinky desire. Every once and awhile he likes for me to come to his room wearing a costume and put on a sleazy striptease act for him before he fucks me. His favorite is a “Catholic School Girl” outfit he bought for me. And his favorite position is fucking my pussy from behind doggie style, while spanking my large white ass cheeks. He's not into anal sex. But he says he likes the view of my large ass spreading out, and his cock splitting my pussy open. Carlos, as it turns out, is the kinkier of the two. He has bought a bunch of kinky toys for me and him to use during sex. They both enjoy watching dirty movies to get especially turned on. But Carlos makes me act out the scenes with him in many of them. On occasion they will team up on me and give me an awesome double fucking. I totally get off on the feeling of having their two cocks simultaneously plunging into me at the same time. Just a note to any woman who might read this story. If you ever get a chance. And the opportunity that is right. Like I had, to have two guys fuck you at the same time. GO FOR IT. Don’t hesitate. It is a feeling that you will remember the rest of your life. I have even gotten into the act by fucking my pussy with a large rubber dildo while I have Gino in my mouth and Carlos in my ass. They have promised me a real triple fuck soon. They also want me to experience another woman. They say they are looking for an experienced woman who can teach me right. As neither of the brothers are into giving oral sex. I enjoy the thought of getting it on with a woman just to have the feeling of a tongue on my pussy again. They have told me that they have a cousin Felicia who lives in Los Angeles. Who they say is a dominatrix. They are making plans for me to go see her soon for a weekend to teach me the ways of S & M. They are also talking about a family reunion in Sacramento later this year. And that they are thinking about sharing me with several of their relatives. The End
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Kate slipped off the bathrobe and tested the water before sliding into it. As she lowered herself she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. She was proud of her body. At 18 years old her 34C boobs were very firm and full and already her nipples were starting to harden. Her shaven mound glistened in the soft light and as the soapy water reached her crotch she sighed...With the bubbles surrounding her Kate felt the tension slowly slip away, to be replaced with a feeling of happiness and arousal. As she relaxed, her eyes closed and she began to soap her body, letting her hands trace their familiar path from the top of her breasts down to her pointed nipples and finally down to her crotch. Kate loved to finger herself, and she tried to do it at least once a day where ever she was, but the bath was her favourite place. As her hands moved down her body her smile grew until finally she closed her hand over her pussy and began to rub... With 2 fingers Kate parted her pussy lips and groaned as the water rushed in, the heat of it making her want to cum right then. With the lips pulled apart she began to push her middle finger in and out, teasing herself, feeling her clit swell and her nipples harden. Kate had just thrust another finger into her hot pussy when she opened her eyes with a start and gasped. Standing over her, with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants, was her neighbour, Josh. Frantically splashing around, trying to cover herself with bubbles, Kate blurted out, "How did you... I never heard... What are you doing here?!" Josh replied with a grin, "I could ask you the same thing! I knocked, but you didn't reply. I was going to ask if you wanted to get some supper, but I think we should rather just stay in!" Kate's head was spinning as she tried to answer and explain, "I was jus-" Josh, however, quickly silenced her by bending over and kissing her, his lips pushing against hers, forcing her to keep quiet. Kate had always had a thing for Josh, and they had become friends quickly. But she had never imagined that something like this would ever happen. As Josh bent over to keep kissing her his crotch came closer and Kate began to rub her free hand against his bulging pants while her other hand continued to rub at her pussy, thrusting deep into it and pulling out to pull and pinch at her swollen clit. Just as she felt that she was about to explode Josh pulled away and smiled at her as he undid his jeans and then lowered his boxers. Josh knew that Kate liked him, had always known it since he had moved in a couple of months before. Although he had had a girlfriend at the time he had noticed the way she looked at him and smiled. He had noticed too her fine, tight ass and firm tits. Now that he was single he had been hoping that something might happen between them, and now here was his chance. He had come over hoping to get something going and seeing Kate playing with herself had only hardened his cock even more. Now, as he pulled his boxers down his 20cm cock sprang free. Kate gasped when she saw it and began to rub her clit more furiously than ever. She hadn't seen a cock in over two months and seeing Josh's now was nearly too much for her. Without saying anything Kate stopped fingering herself and raised herself out of the water enough to grasp Josh's cock in both hands and begin to rub it. With one hand working up and down his shaft and the other fondling his balls Josh could feel his whole body tensing. When she heard him start to moan and shake Kate replaced her hands with her mouth and began to suck his cock from the head down. As his cock went deeper into her mouth Josh placed his hands on her head and started to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Although she gagged slightly Kate kept going, her tongue moving in circles over the head of his cock as it rammed against her throat. Josh soon tensed up and pulled free of her, but she kept her hands going, long hard strokes along his cock until he groaned and came hard all over her face. His cum dripped from her face and she quickly took his cock into her mouth again and sucked the rest of his cum out. When she had finished Josh removed the rest of his clothes and joined her in the bath. Josh took hold of her nipple in his hand and gave it a play squeeze. He could see that her pussy was still red and her clit swollen under the water. Lifting her out of the bath, Josh kissed her, and placed her on the edge of the bath with her open pussy right in front of him, and her asshole pushed against the cool tiling. In this position Kate knew she was helpless and gave in as Josh started to finger her wet cunt, slowly at first, but then harder and faster. She only ever fingered herself with 2 fingers, but when Josh worked his third finger in, pushing it deep inside of her and rubbing it against her G-spot Kate felt an electric shock pulse through her body, arching her back and tightening her pussy around his fingers as she came. Her cum covered his hand and she felt the pleasure continue as he kept thrusting into her pussy. Just as she was about to orgasm again Josh stopped and pulled his hand out. However, before she could complain he had replaced it with his mouth and soon his tongue was right where his fingers had been, deep inside of her; pushing against the sides of her pussy and pulling out to suck on her shaved labia and to nibble her swollen clit. Kate had never had oral sex performed on her before, but she had wanted to try it badly, and now here she was being muffed by her next door neighbour while he fingered at the same time. The combined feeling of his soft mouth sucking on her clitoris and his hard finger pushing deep in her cunt, gave Kate a feeling like never before. As she came for the second time she groaned aloud and pulled his head closer into her crotch, insistent that he keep going. Josh had muffed a girl before, but never quite like this, and he gladly pushed his tongue further in, wanting Kate to experience maximum pleasure. When she finally stopped shaking he came up and kissed her hard on the lips and as their tongues intertwined they could taste each other’s juices. With his body pressed tightly against Kate's Josh felt his cock harden once more and, with a final kiss, he lay back into the water, pulling Kate on top of him... Part II to follow soon...
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Kate slipped off the bathrobe and tested the water before sliding into it. As she lowered herself she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and couldn't help smiling. She was proud of her body. At 18 years old her 34C boobs were very firm and full and already her nipples were starting to harden. Her shaven mound glistened in the soft light and as the soapy water reached her crotch she sighed...With the bubbles surrounding her Kate felt the tension slowly slip away, to be replaced with a feeling of happiness and arousal. As she relaxed, her eyes closed and she began to soap her body, letting her hands trace their familiar path from the top of her breasts down to her pointed nipples and finally down to her crotch. Kate loved to finger herself, and she tried to do it at least once a day where ever she was, but the bath was her favourite place. As her hands moved down her body her smile grew until finally she closed her hand over her pussy and began to rub... With 2 fingers Kate parted her pussy lips and groaned as the water rushed in, the heat of it making her want to cum right then. With the lips pulled apart she began to push her middle finger in and out, teasing herself, feeling her clit swell and her nipples harden. Kate had just thrust another finger into her hot pussy when she opened her eyes with a start and gasped. Standing over her, with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants, was her neighbour, Josh. Frantically splashing around, trying to cover herself with bubbles, Kate blurted out, "How did you... I never heard... What are you doing here?!" Josh replied with a grin, "I could ask you the same thing! I knocked, but you didn't reply. I was going to ask if you wanted to get some supper, but I think we should rather just stay in!" Kate's head was spinning as she tried to answer and explain, "I was jus-" Josh, however, quickly silenced her by bending over and kissing her, his lips pushing against hers, forcing her to keep quiet. Kate had always had a thing for Josh, and they had become friends quickly. But she had never imagined that something like this would ever happen. As Josh bent over to keep kissing her his crotch came closer and Kate began to rub her free hand against his bulging pants while her other hand continued to rub at her pussy, thrusting deep into it and pulling out to pull and pinch at her swollen clit. Just as she felt that she was about to explode Josh pulled away and smiled at her as he undid his jeans and then lowered his boxers. Josh knew that Kate liked him, had always known it since he had moved in a couple of months before. Although he had had a girlfriend at the time he had noticed the way she looked at him and smiled. He had noticed too her fine, tight ass and firm tits. Now that he was single he had been hoping that something might happen between them, and now here was his chance. He had come over hoping to get something going and seeing Kate playing with herself had only hardened his cock even more. Now, as he pulled his boxers down his 20cm cock sprang free. Kate gasped when she saw it and began to rub her clit more furiously than ever. She hadn't seen a cock in over two months and seeing Josh's now was nearly too much for her. Without saying anything Kate stopped fingering herself and raised herself out of the water enough to grasp Josh's cock in both hands and begin to rub it. With one hand working up and down his shaft and the other fondling his balls Josh could feel his whole body tensing. When she heard him start to moan and shake Kate replaced her hands with her mouth and began to suck his cock from the head down. As his cock went deeper into her mouth Josh placed his hands on her head and started to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Although she gagged slightly Kate kept going, her tongue moving in circles over the head of his cock as it rammed against her throat. Josh soon tensed up and pulled free of her, but she kept her hands going, long hard strokes along his cock until he groaned and came hard all over her face. His cum dripped from her face and she quickly took his cock into her mouth again and sucked the rest of his cum out. When she had finished Josh removed the rest of his clothes and joined her in the bath. Josh took hold of her nipple in his hand and gave it a play squeeze. He could see that her pussy was still red and her clit swollen under the water. Lifting her out of the bath, Josh kissed her, and placed her on the edge of the bath with her open pussy right in front of him, and her asshole pushed against the cool tiling. In this position Kate knew she was helpless and gave in as Josh started to finger her wet cunt, slowly at first, but then harder and faster. She only ever fingered herself with 2 fingers, but when Josh worked his third finger in, pushing it deep inside of her and rubbing it against her G-spot Kate felt an electric shock pulse through her body, arching her back and tightening her pussy around his fingers as she came. Her cum covered his hand and she felt the pleasure continue as he kept thrusting into her pussy. Just as she was about to orgasm again Josh stopped and pulled his hand out. However, before she could complain he had replaced it with his mouth and soon his tongue was right where his fingers had been, deep inside of her; pushing against the sides of her pussy and pulling out to suck on her shaved labia and to nibble her swollen clit. Kate had never had oral sex performed on her before, but she had wanted to try it badly, and now here she was being muffed by her next door neighbour while he fingered at the same time. The combined feeling of his soft mouth sucking on her clitoris and his hard finger pushing deep in her cunt, gave Kate a feeling like never before. As she came for the second time she groaned aloud and pulled his head closer into her crotch, insistent that he keep going. Josh had muffed a girl before, but never quite like this, and he gladly pushed his tongue further in, wanting Kate to experience maximum pleasure. When she finally stopped shaking he came up and kissed her hard on the lips and as their tongues intertwined they could taste each other’s juices. With his body pressed tightly against Kate's Josh felt his cock harden once more and, with a final kiss, he lay back into the water, pulling Kate on top of him... Part II to follow soon...
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Becoming a Sex Slave - Part 1 By Alice J. I am writing this story per request by my Master's, the Brothers, Gino and Carlos Cortez. They have requested that their first successful domination of a sex slave be recorded. And released to the world for their own personal gratification. My name is Alice. I live in a small town in northern California. I am 28 years old, divorced with no children. I am 5'8", reddish/blonde, I am a little overweight, but by only about 15-20 pounds. Most people describe me as being "big boned". My ass is well rounded, and very firm. I have been told by many people that I have a really cute face. My physical feature that get the most compliments however, are my breasts. They are large and firm. And no matter what I wear, they are my predominate feature. I wear a 36D bra. But that's just to keep my boobs from bouncing too much. I can easily fill out a 38D. I am also very athletic. I hike, mountain bike, Nordic, and walk. I tend to stay away from physical activities, like jogging, that make my boobs bounce a lot. At 19 years old I met my first and only husband when I was a Sophomore in College. Things started out great with him. As most relationships do. We married when I was 21 and we were happy. At least for a while. He was only my 3rd lover and I expected him to be my last. The first year or so was a growing experience. We shared so many new things with each other. But something changed with him and he became abusive. I gave him a chance to change. But he choose not to. I am a very strong willed person, so I didn't stick around long. I got out of that situation, divorced him. And moved away from both him and the East Coast out to California. I stayed in college and finished my degree in Journalism. I now work for a medium sized newspaper as a Reporter. After my marriage with "John" I kinda fell into a rut. I kept to myself, keeping my social life to a minimum. Don't get me wrong, I know how to enjoy myself and have a good time. I even managed to have sex once and a while with some guy that was able to break through my "wall" enough to bed me. Of course nothing ever seemed worked out, nothing ever lasted more than a few months or so. I just couldn't bring myself to let go. Well that's the way I was until six months ago. It was a girls night out that everything had changed. I had my 28th birthday that week. I got the usual cake and cards at work, but otherwise it was an event that went mostly unnoticed. Granted, it wasn't the big 30 or anything like that but, it really hit me for some reason. I knew that something in my life had to change. I met two other women from work at a new local dance club. One of them was doing a review of the place, so we were treated to a good seat, and plenty of extras. We had been there for about two hours casually talking and critiquing the atmosphere when this guy came up behind me. He introduced himself as "Gino". And asked if I would like to dance with him. My first reaction, was to tell him to go away. I am not into bar scenes, I've heard all the pick-up lines before. But when I turned around and looked at him, something strange immediately happened to me. I fell into a trance. He was over six feet tall, dark hair, and deep dark eyes. But it was his warm embracing, even slightly innocent smile that grabbed me. Really without knowing what I was doing I said yes. We walked out to the floor and started to dance. One thing that was different about this place, as to other dance joints. They had the usual good dancing music, but it wasn't the pounding bass rhythm so loud that you can't even think to yourself. Couples could actually dance and talk at the same time. Gino moved so smoothly, he danced like he was made of silk. He kept up a good conversation too. He wasn't prying, he just asked simple everyday questions. His observations about normal things had a humorous side that kept me giggling. I felt really conformable with him. So comfortable that I ended up dancing three more songs until the DJ took a break. By that time I was in Gino's world. I knew that he had me. He never "came onto me". He just danced and talked with me. But I knew that I was going to spend the rest of the night with him. Gino offered to get me a drink. So while he went to the bar, I returned to the table. I told my friends that they were on their own. They wished me luck, told me to be careful. And then they left. When Gino came to the table with our drinks I told him my friends had abandoned me. But that I wasn't ready to go home yet. He smiled and said "Good, lets get to know each other a little more." We talked getting to know each other while listening to the music and poking fun at some of the couples dancing on the floor. Gino told me that he worked as a Bank Loan Manager for a branch here in town and he also part-time bartended a few nights a week. The time just flew by and before we knew it, it was almost midnight. Gino suggested that we leave and go some place a little more relaxing. I told him I would like that. We got up and went out the door. I had taken a taxi to the club, so Gino directed me towards his car. The night was warm with a light cool breeze. Everything was perfect. When we got into Gino's car he asked me if I had any particular place in mind to go. I replied no. So he suggested we go to his place for some wine and music. I don't know who was playing who. But it seemed to be working out for both of us. We drove to his house. On the drive he explained that he lived at his parents old house. The same house he had grown up in. His parents had moved out years ago to live closer to his sisters and their families in Sacramento. And he had bought it from them. We arrived at his house and went inside. It was obvious that it was a guys place. Yet you could tell that Gino had very nice taste. It was neat and slightly elegant. Manly, but not overly testosterone. He had a knack for photography. Several of his photographs where modestly hung on the walls. I excused myself to use the bathroom, while Gino opened a bottle of wine. Even his bathroom was neat and clean. When I came out he had two classes poured, he asked me to pick out some music while he went to the bathroom. His selection of music was very rich. I choose an old rhythm and blue selection and let the music flow through me. When I turned around Gino was sitting on the couch smiling at me. He said he had enjoyed watching me move to the music. I felt a little embarrassed knowing that he had been watching me from behind. But I took his compliment in stride and continued to let the music flow through me. I swayed in front of him as he casually watched my body move. It wasn't long before he had joined me and was rubbing his body against mine. I was in a mood I hadn't been in for quite some time, if ever. I was more than just horny for him. I needed him! I felt as though this stranger was someone I had been with a hundred times before. We both knew that we were going to have sex, and it wasn't long before we were rubbing our hands seductively all over each other. When the music stopped between a song I excused myself to the bathroom. In the bathroom I removed my blouse to take my bra off. Then I took my skirt off and remove my stockings and panties. I had sweated a bit while dancing. So since I was naked I proceeded to wash up. I like myself to be as fresh as possible for sex. I went back out wearing only my blouse and skirt. I had seductively left an extra button undone on the blouse. With my heavy boobs, even a virgin school boy can tell when I am not wearing a bra. I looked around, but Gino was no where to be seen. I called out to him. He answered from the top of the stairs and said he would be right down. So I looked for another CD to put on. I found a familiar selection that I knew lasted a long time. A few minutes later he came down. He had changed into a pair of silk house pants and light cotton shirt. He justified his change by saying that he had been wearing the same clothes since work, so he grabbed a quick shower and changed into his usual household attire. I of course didn't buy that particular rouse. But he looked so sexy. Besides, at this point we both knew what was going to be happening. So the fewer obstacles the better as far as I was concerned. He asked if I would like to dance some more to the music. I told him no, that I would like to just sit on the couch and relax with him. His warm smile immediately told me that we were definitely on the same page. We cuddled on the couch looking at basically nothing. He asked if I would enjoy watching a movie. I said "Sure, what have you got in mind?" As hot as things already were, he had decided to turn up the burner a bit and asked if I enjoyed watching sex movies. I am by no means a virgin to such perversion. I had watched quite a few porno movies with my ex-husband, hoping that it would provide a rekindled spark in our sex life. At first, I was turned off by them. But he enjoyed them and sex was good for awhile again. But as time went by, still finding myself alone on far too many occasions. I had turned to the videos for relief from my frustrations. I spent many a nights masturbating myself while he was out drinking, intently watching the videos that he had brought home. I had become quite accustomed to watching women getting fucked in the most nastiest ways by men. I even fantasized about being some of those women while laying in bed alone at night. Although I felt vulnerable about exposing a dark side of myself to a total stranger. I decided to go for it. I told Gino to show me what he had in mind. He looked through a small selection in a cabinet next to the TV and pulled one out. He slipped it into the VCR and returned to cuddle next to me on the couch. When the video started, it was immediately clear what was about to take place. This silicon blonde dressed in a short silk robe was leaning on a kitchen counter watching the plumber "fixing the sink". The plumber rose and said to the woman that the faucet wasn't dripping. She replied that something was definitely dripping and that maybe he would like to continue looking. With that he moved towards her, put his hand under her robe and they started to kiss. Within a minute her robe was on the floor exposing her naked body and she was on her knees doing her best to swallow a very large and hard cock. It was only seconds after that, that Gino was kissing my neck and rubbing my ample breast. It didn't take me long to find an opening in his pants and slip a hand down to his crotch. His cock was hard as steel. And it felt very large, nice and thick. But I couldn't believe how long it was. The porno star's pussy wasn't the only thing that was dripping now. Just as I was about to take the lead, and make my move to go down on him. He pulled away and told me to suck his cock. I didn't hesitate even a little. I got down in front of him on my knees and pulled his cock out. It was even more beautiful than I thought it would be. Looking at it so close, it seemed like a monster. The head was very big. But it was so much longer than anything I had ever seen before, at least ten inches. Well except for maybe in a movie or two. But this one was mine. At least for now, so I wasn't about to waste any more time. I took his big meaty cock in both hands and slipped it into my warm wet mouth. I did the best I could to get as much of it in as possible. But it was just too large. I wanted so bad to fit it all into my mouth. I don't know what had come over me. I had always enjoyed sucking on a cock. But never had I wanted one so deep in my throat. The only thing I had going for me, beside my desire to feel pubic hair tickling my nose. Was the fact that I have a wide mouth. So I knew all he was feeling were lips, wet tongue and flesh. Gino was definitely enjoying my talents. He was moaning softly while tugging on my hair and stroking my cheeks. It wasn't long before he started to tell me how great it felt. And that he enjoyed fucking my mouth. His words of encouragement kept me even more determined to give him the best blow job he had ever had! As I had anticipated he started groaning the usual, "I'm about to cum" line. But he did ask if it was okay for him to cum in my mouth. I answered with a grunting yes. The next thing I knew he had wads of my hair in both hands and had taking over my stroking and was moving my head to his own pleasure. With a final grunt or two he called out "here it comes" then I felt the first shot of hot slimy cum hitting the back of my throat. Then the next, the next, the next, and the next. His cock was jerking so hard in my mouth. I had never felt such a violent organism before. I was swallowing as fast as I could, but I couldn't keep up. I let the rest build up in my mouth while he kept cumming. I kept swallowing a bit at a time. But my mouth was just too full. I had no choice but to let the overflow dribble out onto his cock. With each jerk of his cock more cum dribbled out beyond my lips. Finally he stopped cumming and let go of my hair. His hands fell to his sides and his body relaxed. I continued to swallow the cum in my mouth. I released his cock from my mouth to come up for air. Out of all the suck jobs I have given, none has ever been as forceful with such a large volume of cum. I raised my face to look at Gino, his eyes were shut tight. I looked down at his cock. It was still quite hard and covered with his cum. It had dripped down into his pubic hair and onto his balls. I took it upon myself to clean up this mess by licking everything in front of me. By the time I was finished my face was a mess. I could feel the cum already starting to harden on me. I told Gino that I was going to the bathroom to wash my face. He graciously told me that there was some mouth wash to use if I cared for it. When I came out of the bathroom, once again I didn't see him anywhere. I sat down on the couch and waited for him to return. The video was still running. Only now the woman had two men fucking her. One cock in her pussy and the other in her ass. They were giving it to her hard. Spanking her ass as well as grabbing and pulling at her big boobs. Her ass was beat red with hand prints. She was taking it all like a real pro. I massaged my pussy watching the scene. Then a third guy came into the room. He apparently was her husband. At first he was throwing his arms up in the air screaming at them. She turned to look at him and said "If you can't do something constructive for a change. Get the fuck out." With that he said "Ok, if it's a gangbang you want, it's a gangbang you're going to get." The next thing you knew he was naked and shoving a large cock down her throat. I was really getting into video, hoping that Gino wasn't done with me yet. I needed that thick, long, hard cock of his bad! Just as I was about to cum from rubbing my hard clit. Gino called out to me and told me to join him upstairs in his bedroom. His room was big and cozy. He was just finishing lighting a couple of candles. He had removed his shirt revealing his large muscular chest, arms and shoulders. He sat down on the bed and told me to come closer to him. I walked towards him and stopped just before him. He then instructed to take my clothes off. I stripped slowly and seductively to the music that was drifting up from the stereo downstairs. He asked me if I enjoyed touching myself. I replied yes. He then instructed me to start rubbing my body for him. I started with my boobs. Squeezing them together. Pinching, pulling and twisting my large nipples. I was being really rough with them. I then moved a hand down towards my pussy. I kept my other hand on my boobs just to show him that I enjoyed having the attention on them. My hand slipped between my slightly spread legs and found my warm and wet pussy lips. Gino then told me to turn around so that he could see my big ass. He said he enjoyed a large ass on a woman. And that mine was perfect for him. I turned around slowly keeping eye contact with him until I could no more. I started rubbing my ass cheeks for him, spreading them ever so slightly. He told me that he wanted a better look. So I bent over a little for him. Pulling my huge cheeks even wider. It wasn't enough. He told me to spread my legs wider, and bend over until I could grab my ankles. I did as he wished. My large heavy boobs hung down to my face. I could see him through my legs massaging his cock through his pants. He was looking directly at everything I had to offer, spread wide open in front of him. I had thought at the time that he was most interested in my asshole. Thinking that he really enjoyed anal sex. I had anal sex before with this one guy that I dated awhile. I didn't like it at first. It just hurt too much. But he had insisted that he needed to fuck me in the ass in order to be able to cum. What can I say, I was 24, he was my first lover in over a year, so I let him have his way. After repeated ass fuckings I really got off on it. I learned to masturbate while he was fucking my ass. He even introduced me to my first experience with a dildo. I used the dildo in my pussy, while he was using my ass. I learned how to experience a very strong orgasm this way. It had been years since I had my ass fucked. Gino's cock was thicker and much longer than my first. After having a good look at me from behind. Gino told me to lay down on the bed. As I did, he told me that he wanted me masturbate for him. He said it turned him on to watch a woman that knew how to enjoy her own body. I laid down on the bed, spread my legs and started to touch myself. Gino pulled his pants off revealing his beautiful naked body to me. He was gorgeous. Everything on him was hard muscle. Though his cock wasn't real hard at this point, it was still large. He kneeled down on the bed between my legs watching me stroking my pussy. He instructed me to play with my boobs with one hand while I played with my pussy with the other. Of course I did as he told me to do. He just sat there between my spread legs watching me play with my body while I was looking at his gorgeous body. He asked if I was wet for him. I simply replied yes. He told me to stick two fingers as deep into my pussy as I could and get them really wet. I shoved my fingers deep up to my last knuckles spreading my opening wide. He then instructed me to pull them out and stick them in my mouth to lick them clean. That was okay with me. It wasn't the first time I had tasted my own pussy. John had often gotten off in my mouth after fucking my pussy. So I slowly withdrew my fingers and brought them up to my mouth. As instructed I sucked them deep and licked them clean. I then asked if he wanted me to continue to masturbate myself. He firmly told me yes! So I put my hand back to my pussy and continued to play with myself in front of him. Everything Gino was telling me to do was something that I would have gladly done anyway. Given the right opportunity. But being ordered, by this gorgeous stranger, to do it. Added an erotic sensation that I absolutely loved. He was now stroking his rock hard cock while I rubbed my clit and finger fucked myself. He scooted up closer between my legs. He told me to start playing with my boobs with both hands. As I did he started rubbing the thick hard head of his cock up and down my puffy and wet pussy lips. Just as I could take no more of this teasing he asked if I was ready to get fucked. I loudly moaned yes. With that he plunged his cock deep into me and fell onto my body. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pulled him even deeper. His cock filled me like I have never been filled before. It felt so good. He kept up a strong hard and deep pumping rhythm. He was plunging his cock in and out ever so gracefully for my receptive pussy. I had been so close to cumming already. So it didn't take long for me to build up to a tremendous orgasm and finally release it. I screamed and bucked against him. While nibbling on my neck he verbally encouraged me on to another and yet another orgasm. His steady pumping allowed me keep up my own rhythm. I just couldn't stop. Just when I thought I had had my last. Anther wave of pleasure would wash over me. Finally he lifted his body off me and slowed his pumping to a stop. Leaving his cock buried deep inside my drenched pussy. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my deep and hard breathing heaved my boobs up and out. He bent down over me and started to suck on my nipples. Squeezing my boobs hard and sucking and biting on them even harder. Once again I could feel another orgasm building as he man handled my boobs. I was begging him not to stop, and kept telling him that I loved having my boobs getting a rough work over. I could feel his rock hard cock still buried deep in my pussy. Soon I was lost in yet another hard and forceful orgasm. He pulled himself off my boobs and asked if I wanted to suck his cum out of his cock. What else could I say but yes. He started to pump his cock in my pussy again, then with one swift movement he was out of my pussy and was fucking his cock between my boobs. Aimed right at my open mouth. I stuck my tongue out and closed my eyes. He rubbed himself between my deep cleavage a few times then lunged his cock at my open mouth and let it fly. What he decided not to leave in my mouth he shot all over my face and chest. I had cum all over me. Even up into my hair. Just like on the couch he kept shooting gobs of cum. By the time he was finished. My face and boobs were covered with cum. He leaned up further and stuck his cock back in my mouth. I eagerly cleaned up what cum he still had left in him. He got up off of me, leaving me lying there in a messed up heap. My boobs were red, sore and soaked from his cum and saliva. My face was drenched with cum. I could feel that my own cum had left a track down the crack of my ass and had pooled up into a wet spot under me. He looked down upon my fucked body. Telling me how much he loves fucking a woman that really knows how to enjoy it. He made comments about how I was made for fucking. And that I could expect much more if I wanted it to happen. Boy did I ever! Once I regained some composure, I told him that I needed to use the bathroom. He told me to use the one downstairs, as the upstairs one was kind of a mess. As I walked out the door he said to bring up a CD or two and the wine. When I returned with the CD's and wine. He said he didn't want anymore wine, but he encouraged me to drink as much as I wanted. He even suggested that the more I had the better my sex would be tonight. Now, I don't need to be drunk to enjoy sex. But the way he said it, it sounded as though I was going to need it. So I killed one glass while he queued up a CD. And then poured another. He laid himself out relaxed on the bed as I sat there looking at him. He was so beautiful and sexy. I realized that I was still in the same trance by him from earlier in the evening. I had already had more orgasms tonight then I have had in the last couple of years. And probably enough to last me for another couple of years. But, I just couldn't help but feel that I needed more. I knew that Gino was going to provide me with them. I killed my second glass of wine. And crawled up next to him. I positioned myself with my boobs at his face and reached down to stroke his cock. He greedily started to grab and suck on them. As sore as they already were, it felt great to have him groping them again. He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me on top of him. Looking me straight in the eye, he told me to fuck myself. Reaching down between my legs I grabbed his cock and positioned it at my waiting pussy. Just as I started to sit down on it. I realized that I was a bit sore. After all, it had been awhile since I had sex. I asked if he had any lube to use. He rolled over, opened up the draw on his night stand and pulled out a bottle. It was some kind of liquid lube that I didn't even know existed. Obviously Gino was a pro at fucking women. I took the bottle and poured a generous amount out onto his cock. This liquid stuff felt silky and smooth. I then poured some in my hand and used it on my pussy. Making sure to cover every fold of my large pussy lips. This stuff was great. I even reached around and stuck a finger into my asshole getting it lubed a little. I didn't want to stop rubbing it on myself. But of course I did. Grabbing his cock again, I slowly sat myself down onto him. Impaling myself deeper and deeper with his long hard cock. I had just been fucked to perfection by it, but feeling this huge monster filling me up again was delightful. I started moving up and down on it. Taking it just to the point that its huge head was spreading my lips apart, then down again to feel his pubic hair and bone crush up against my clit. He told me to continue fucking myself while I played with my tits for him. If it was a show he wanted, it was a show he was going to get. With both hands I started massaging my boobs. Just as I was fucking his cock deep and slow. I was squeezing my tits hard and slow. He reached behind me and started to slap my ass in rhythm to my pumping his cock. Every time I sat down impaling his cock deep inside me he would smack my ass. First one cheek then the other. I thought of the woman in the video, I kept seeing the vision of her red and welded ass, imagining how mine must look. Before long I was lost in another wave of orgasms. I couldn't help but to start fucking his cock harder and faster. All the while squeezing my boobs harder and deeper. He kept up with my rhythm slapping my ass harder and faster. He started talking dirty to me again. Telling me that I deserved to be fucked to the max. That I was made for fucking and that I could take more than I ever thought I could take. He then started asking if I enjoyed watching the woman in the video getting fucked by more than one cock at the same time. I did, so of course I said yes. He asked if I had ever had more than one man before. I told him no. He asked if I ever fanaticized about being fucked by more than one cock at a time. Honestly, I said yes. He then asked if I felt I could really take more than one cock at a time. Once again I replied yes. All through his questioning, I had continued to fuck his cock and play with my boobs while he slapped and grabbed hard on my ass. Then I felt him stick a finger into my asshole. I had figured sooner or later he would get around to fucking my asshole and that he was starting to get me ready for it. Then suddenly I realized that Gino's hands were firmly planted on my ass spreading my cheeks wide. It couldn't be, and it wasn't his finger sneaking its way deeper into my ass. Startled I sat up and looked around. Behind me stood a gorgeous naked man stroking his thick cock with one hand while finger fucking my asshole with his other. End part one 1
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I grew up in a typical suburban neighborhood in the late 60's early 70's. I wanted to write about my first ever experience for a long time and now, finally…. When I was 11 and my sister was 9, we hung around with another brother and sister, James and Janie. We used to just goof around the neighborhood, play in the park or kick a ball around, but that day would turn out to be a lot different. James was kind of a young surfer punk looking guy, dirty blonde hair in his eyes all the time and he and I were one of the first in our grade to get high. I, on the other hand, was rather a non-descript type of guy. I wasn't a nerd, nor a jock, nor a true stoner (although I got stoned all the time), not fat nor thin nor very muscular and I had never really had any type of girlfriend. My sister was just, my sister. I had never thought of her sexually at all. She had two little buds for tits and not much else to think of. Janie was a tad older than my sister and I think that made the difference. She already had developing tits and a cute little butt. She looked like James, but a girl, kinda tomboyish but real sexy. It was summer vacation and it was hot so we decided we would go to the J's house to cool off (remember these were the days before video and internet). We had some ice tea and then went down into the basement (their hangout). It was all done up with rock posters and fluorescent paint and had the lingering smell of stale incense and pot. There was a lava lamp and a black light and no widows to speak of. There were bean bag chairs and pillows all over the place. We went downstairs and James hit the music and the black light. I remember it was Led Zeppelin II and all the room took on that funky glow (some of our clothes glowed and you could see teeth and a few odd objects). We packed a few bowls in the bong and passed it around and were beginning to feel loose. James started the conversation and asked if my sister and I had ever fooled around. We hadn't and said so. He said that he and Janie had. I was intrigued. "What do you mean by fooling around, exactly?" I asked. "We get naked and whatever happens happens," he answered. OK. Now, honestly, not like half (or more) of all the other stories here, I was 11 – I had not jerked off yet, nor come all over the place and had been deep throated and had anal sex on my first experience. I had my share of boners and thought about what sex was, but nothing ever came of it (hah). So, as the buzz was kicking in, I said, let's try, but I did not want to start with my sister. It was agreed. The J's started off by breaking the ice. They both got undressed in the darkness of the black light. I remember that I was a little bashful, thinking my tiny little hairless boner would be pitiful next to James' but when I saw his tiny rod, I stripped immediately. My sister was the last. She had no hair on her pussy and two half-dollar sized nipples. But Janie I remember vividly. She had tangerine sized tits and a bush of fine downy hair above her pussy. She called me over to her. I had NO IDEA what to do. I lay on top of her and we wriggled around and just kind of fondled for a while. She smelled like Johnson's Baby Shampoo and I still think of her to this day when I smell the brand. As we rubbed up against each other, I felt her wetness and I started feeling the urge to pee. We continued and than all of sudden she screamed, "James, he's in me, he's in me!!" Very honestly, I was feeling so good and I guess I was so small that I did not notice the very first time my pecker slid into a pussy. But after that scream, I started getting the hang of it and started moving in time with her thrusts. I told her I think I had to pee, but she said no just do it, keep going. I had my very first orgasm inside Janie's little pussy. Janie wanted more (again, this is a true story, I did not last 45 minutes, I was done after about 2 or 3 minutes). She asked me to help her play with herself. So, I leaned on in and I remember that the pussy juice and the little bit of my first cum on her pussy hair glowed in the black light, it was real cool. She showed me where to touch and I started fingering her and lightly touching her little button and after a few minutes, her hips started bucking and she started moaning and then she asked my to stop cause she said it was ticklish. I looked over at my sister and James and saw that he was not getting anywhere with her. He said that he could not get it into her. So Janie and I went over and Janie started rubbing my sister while James tried to put his cock in her mouth. She still didn't get the hang of it, but we could see that Janie was having the desired effect on her pussy because the black light started showing her wetness. James started rubbing his little pecker on her pussy and Janie sat on her face (and I was watching). Finally, he slipped in and after about three strokes, he came. My sister was disappointed, so I jumped into the vacancy. I kept going now for a few minutes and she started breathing heavily and we both came together. Now the basement smelled like, stale incense, pot and sex. This never happened again between all of us and we sort of fell out of touch. One time later on I asked my sister if she wanted to do it again and she said sure, but for some reason, I could not get her wet enough (or I grew and maybe her hymen was not broken that first time). Janie did go on to become the High School slut.
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Becoming A Sex Slave - Part 3 By Alice J. As you have already read. I had just met up with the Brothers. They had double fucked me and I was anticipating what was to happen next to me. This is the third, and last part of this story. But I promise you this. I will continue to write more stories about my adventures with the Brothers. After all they are the ones requesting me to document their experiences with me. And I don’t want to disappoint them. I have started a story that I will publish soon. Enjoy the end to this story and look forward to what will be many more. As I slowly walked out into the living room wrapped in a bath towel I encountered Carlos relaxing on the couch watching TV. He was wearing a dark silk robe. His hair was wet, so I guessed he had also taken a shower. God! He was so sexy looking sitting there. Feeling as though I could go without sex for at least a year now. I still felt horney looking at him. There was music playing low in the background. All the lights were off, candles filled the room with a soft ambient light. A new bottle of wine sat on the coffee table along with two full glasses. He looked up at me and said that “I looked very sexy in just a bath towel.” He then invited me to come and sit down next him. As I walked around the front of the table I watched him watching me. He followed my every move. When I sat down he offered me my glass, picking his up, he tilted it towards mine for a silent toast. I asked where Gino was? He said that he had to get up early so he went to bed. He asked if I had a problem with being with just him now. I knew I should have. I was fucked by one, then two, now I was with the other. But then I realized that I felt so good being with either one of them, it just didn't matter how I had gotten to this point. All that mattered was what was going to happen next. And I knew that whatever it was, I would love it! Just like Gino had started up a smooth conversation with me. Carlos had the same adoring charm. He had me laughing and playfully talking with him in no time. He worked for an investment firm. And also part time bartended through the week. Upon my second glass of wine he started to play with my hair. Soon his hands made their way down to the towel. He gently pulled it open exposing my boobs. He said loved large breast. And he proceeded to prove it by cupping them in his huge powerful hands and lifting them up to his mouth. At first he gently kissed them and lightly sucked on my nipples. He told me to play with his cock. Reaching into his robe it wasn’t hard to find. It was still hard and large. He asked if I liked playing with and sucking on big balls. I replied that I was more into sucking on cock. But that if he wanted me to pay extra attention to his balls I would. He told me that that was exactly want he wanted me to do. So I reached down and started massaging them. The size of his balls were proportionate to the size of his cock. I could barely cup both of them in my hand. It had me wondering how he could comfortably walk around with these things hanging between his legs. It was obvious from my massaging that he really got off on it. He started squeezing my boobs hard while sucking my nipples deep into his mouth. He then said he wanted me to suck them into my mouth and use my tongue to play with them. I leaned my face down between his legs. There was no way I could fit both of them at the same time into my mouth. So I started with one, then the other. He moaned that he wanted me to start squeezing them in my mouth with my tongue. So I applied as much pressure as I could while sucking them as far into my mouth as I could. From time to time he would pull my head away from his crotch stretching his sack out until the ball would pop out of my mouth. I would then suck the other one in and go through the same routine. The harder I sucked and squeezed with my mouth the more he seemed to enjoy it. He reacted with handling my boobs rougher and rougher. The harder I sucked, the harder he squeezed and pulled. It seemed we had found a level of equal pleasure. I enjoy having my boobs treated rough and he enjoyed an equal amount of treatment on his balls. Before long he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from his balls. He ordered me to start licking his scrotum. For this I had to kneel down between his legs. He kept a hold of my hair forcing me down below his balls. I licked and sucked on the thick hard muscle down there. He lifted his legs higher and pushed my face down towards his asshole and told me to lick him there. I playfully licked around his hole. I had never tongued an asshole before. I thought it would taste nasty. But it didn’t, When I started to push my tongue into it he grabbed my hair harder and moaned loudly. I guess he liked it so I pushed it in deeper. He told me to tongue fuck it. I started pumping my tongue in and out. He encouraged me to keep doing it. He then ordered me to start massaging his balls and to jack him off at the same time. He had pulled a bottle of lube from somewhere and poured a generous amount onto his cock which made it very slick. I couldn’t believe what was going on. This guy had me being kinkier than any man had ever gotten me to be. I tongue fucked his asshole, played with his balls, and jacked off his cock at the same time. I was guessing that this would end with him shooting a load of cum onto my face and that we would be done. But I was wrong. He wasn’t even close to being done with me. He pulled my face away from his ass and told me to lay on my back on the coffee table. As I laid down on it he put a pillow under my head (what a thoughtful guy). As he stood between my legs pumping his cock he told me to pull my legs back as far as I could. This of course completely exposed my asshole. He then informed me that Gino wasn’t really into anal sex. So I could be expecting him to fuck my pussy the most. But that he, (Carlos) really enjoyed ass fucking. And that I could expect to get my ass fucked on a regular basis by him. His words had me realizing that they expected me to be here for them, allowing them to fuck me again and again. But he didn’t give me time to think much more about it. He picked up the bottle of lube, pushed the tip into my asshole and squeezed. The cool fluid filled my ass. When he pulled it out he wiped it all around my opening. Down on his knees he guided his monster asshole slayer towards me. I asked if he could go slow, since his cock was so large. He said that he would. At least until I had gotten used to it. Then I felt it. The head of his cock was as hard as steel, and the cock that followed was of equal tensile. He pushed it deeper and deeper. In one steady penetration he was buried in my asshole up to his balls. I bit the corner of the pillow to keep my scream from waking the neighborhood. I had expected him to start pumping. But instead he kept his cock still in my asshole and bent over to start on my boobs. He squeezed them hard while sucking and biting my nipples. I was in a mix of painful sensation and erotic stimulation. By now all I could do was moan with sexual gratification. When he pulled back he told me to put my fingers into my pussy. I moved my hand down and pushed a finger into my pussy. He barked at me that he wanted me to put three fingers in and to bury them deep. I did as I was told. He then questioned if I could feel his cock. I realized that yes, indeed I could feel his hard cock from within my pussy. I told him that I could. With that he said good, and started to withdraw his cock from my back hole. I felt the big fat head pass by my fingers leaving and emptiness behind it. Then he pushed it back in. Once again I felt the head slide pass my fingers. The sensation was totally incredible. It was beyond anything I had ever felt before. With the next few withdrawals and penetrations I was begging him to fuck my asshole. Telling him that I wanted to feel his cock split me in two. To fuck my asshole harder than I have ever been fucked before. He wasted no time in obliging my requests. He started pumping his thick cock back and forth deeper and faster with every stroke. I pulled my fingers back and started to rub hard on my clit. I pulled, grab, twisted and rubbed it like I have never done before. He held my legs back, which by now had my knees, pinned to the table top besides my ears. With every thrust my body felt as thought the world was entering my body. I begged him to keep fucking my ass as hard as he wanted until I came. He had no problem with that. In fact he started encouraging me to cum. Telling me how sexy I was. And that I turned him on so much. He said he loved watching his cock stretching my asshole wide while I played with my pussy. From time to time he would pull his cock completely out, leaving my gapping ass empty. Then shove it back in to the hilt. Feeling the huge head pass back and forth through my tight anal muscle stretching it open was awesome. This really got me off. And he knew it! He then told me to admit to him how much I loved having my ass fucked by a thick hard cock. What else could I say. I replied back that I loved it more than anything. I loved the feeling of having my asshole spread open wide. And I told him that I did. He told me, to tell him that I wanted it again and again. And that I would allow him to fuck me as he wished. Again, what else could I say but, yes. I really, honestly did want him to fuck me again and again like this. Before even I realized it, I was experiencing an orgasm that would register on a Richter scale of an earthquake. My entire body shook beyond belief. I didn’t need to continue rubbing my pussy. I connected with the pumping my ass was getting and with every deep thrust I screamed in ecstasy. Wave after wave hit me. Finally he stopped pumping. Leaving his cock buried deep in my ass. He bent over and started on my boobs again. Although being a little more gentle on them now. He still squeezed and sucked pretty hard on them. Finally my organism subsided to the point that I didn’t feel like I wasn’t going to experience a life ending blowout. He started pumping his cock in an out of my ass again. He told me that he was getting ready to cum. With that he reared up, grabbed the bottle of lube off the couch and started squirting it all over my boobs. He told me to rub and squeeze them for him. Doing as I was told, I reached up and started rubbing the lube all over them. Squeezing them together, pulling them up and apart. Grabbing my nipples and pulling and twisting on them. I realized that I was abusing my own boobs as equally as hard as both the brothers had. I wanted him to feel as though I was the perfect slut for him to use when ever he wanted. Carlo’s continued to plunge his cock in and out of my ass. Watching me maul my big boobs for him. I remember asking him if he enjoyed fucking me like this. And if I was doing a good enough job for him? I don’t exactly remember his response. But I do remember being pleased that he was satisfied getting the fucking that he was giving. He pumped a few more times. Withdrew his cock, grabbed my thighs and pulled them down. With a lunge up towards my boobs. He told ordered me to squeeze them together as he shoved his cock between them. He started pumping his cock back and forth. I distinctly remember looking up and watching the head of his cock pressing through my tightly squeezed tits and heading towards my mouth. With each thrust, I would open my mouth, stick my tongue out and touch the little opening in the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Hoping to feel hot sticky cum shooting out and coat my face. I didn't have to wait long. He started to grunt in much the same way he had before when I was sandwiched between him and his brother. Then he came. Or should I say. It came. With a forceful forward lunge a huge wad of hot white cum came out and landed on the tip of my nose. It dripped down onto my upper lip. Immediately I used my tongue to slurp it into my mouth. Carlos lunged forward again. Another shot hit directly on my lips. In a devilishly slutty way I spread my lips just enough to suck it in. I then swished it around my mouth before swallowing it down. He pulled back, grabbed his cock and started aiming the rest of it onto my boobs. I watched every shot. His cock would arch upwards. A huge spurt of cum would shoot out and land on me. He would lean his head back moaning loudly. I have seen a cock shooting it’s cum before. And I have had a cock or two fuck my tits before. But I have never really watched it so intently. I can still remember watching it, its like I still see everything in slow motion. It was a beautiful thing to me. It was then that I realized that a transformation that had taken place tonight. Right then and there I knew that the “Brothers” had me. That I belonged to them. They could do what ever they wanted. And that I wanted them to do what ever they wanted. Carlos finally finished cumming. By boobs and face were completely covered with cum. I rubbed as much of it as I could towards my mouth. Wanting to show Carlos how much I appreciated him cumming on me. As he pushed himself up and away from me he grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him. He planted a deep tongue kiss. Then pulled away. He told me to go take a shower then come back out to join him when I was finished. My third shower of the night. When I came back out wearing another towel. Carlos was sitting on the couch just like before. This time he stood up, and guided me towards what he said would be my room. The bedroom was large, nicely adorned, complete with a huge bed. Once in the room he pulled back the covers down wide enough for me to lay down. Knowing that there was no way that I was going to make it back home. I eagerly accepted the bed before me. I pulled the towel from my body and laid down upon the soft sheets. Carlos pulled the covers up to my shoulders. And even tucked me in a little. It was then that he explained that he and Gino have been looking for a woman that the two of them could have when ever they wanted. And that I would be treated as well as a princess. I was to move in with them. That I would pay no rent. I didn’t have to clean up after them. As they were not looking for a housekeeper. He went on to explain that they expected a woman to satisfy them when ever they wanted. He asked if I wanted to be that woman. I was deranged, lost and overwhelmed. But I said yes. I knew deep down that I wanted the Brothers to fuck me at their will. He said good, and that we would talk again about the details in the morning. He then asked if I needed to get up at any particular time. I said no. He kissed me goodnight. As he was leaving, he stopped and informed me that neither he nor Gino really enjoyed fucking in the morning. Instead they preferred a quick blow job. And that I could expect Gino to wake me up to get one after he took his shower. I muttered okay I’ll be here. He turned the light out and shut the door. As I drifted off to sleep I could feel my whole body twitching. My asshole and pussy ached. But it wasn’t a painful ache. It was the type of ache you get in your body that follows an accomplishment like hiking to the top of a mountain. It felt good. And I was looking forward to feeling it again and again. That night was six months ago now. I moved out of my apartment and into the Brother’s house the next week. I am treated very well by both of them. I have no responsibilities except to satisfy them whenever they want and in any way they want. I get fucked by one or both of them on almost a daily basis. I had to cut my hair shorter as it was getting to be too much of a bother to constantly wash the cum out of my long hair. I still work at the paper keeping my dark side private. As far as my friends are concerned I am Gino’s girlfriend and his brother just happens to live there. I even keep up a fairly good social life. My girlfriends from work drool over both of them. One evening while we were out. My friend named Kathy allowed Carlos to pick her. This was of course part of a kinky plan by the brothers. Gino and I left the bar and went home. Not long after, Carlos and Kathy came home and went in his bedroom. He told her that we had gone over to a friends and would not be home tonight. What she didn’t know was that Gino and I were hiding in the closet. He made me watch while Carlos fucked her, as he fucked me. He took her anal virginity that night. I have never actually watched real people having live sex before. But I have to admit, it was a total turn on. The look on her face as his cock entered her asshole for the first time was really something. From time to time Carlos will bring her to the house and fuck her good. She now begs him to fuck her in her ass. Actually, she is the one who calls him and asks if she could meet up with him for it. She is married, but she has confided in me that her husband doesn't pay much attention to her anymore. And she still doesn’t know that I am watching every time from the closet. Secretly wishing that I could join them while masturbating myself. Perhaps…….. While Gino does have one particular kinky desire. Every once and awhile he likes for me to come to his room wearing a costume and put on a sleazy striptease act for him before he fucks me. His favorite is a “Catholic School Girl” outfit he bought for me. And his favorite position is fucking my pussy from behind doggie style, while spanking my large white ass cheeks. He's not into anal sex. But he says he likes the view of my large ass spreading out, and his cock splitting my pussy open. Carlos, as it turns out, is the kinkier of the two. He has bought a bunch of kinky toys for me and him to use during sex. They both enjoy watching dirty movies to get especially turned on. But Carlos makes me act out the scenes with him in many of them. On occasion they will team up on me and give me an awesome double fucking. I totally get off on the feeling of having their two cocks simultaneously plunging into me at the same time. Just a note to any woman who might read this story. If you ever get a chance. And the opportunity that is right. Like I had, to have two guys fuck you at the same time. GO FOR IT. Don’t hesitate. It is a feeling that you will remember the rest of your life. I have even gotten into the act by fucking my pussy with a large rubber dildo while I have Gino in my mouth and Carlos in my ass. They have promised me a real triple fuck soon. They also want me to experience another woman. They say they are looking for an experienced woman who can teach me right. As neither of the brothers are into giving oral sex. I enjoy the thought of getting it on with a woman just to have the feeling of a tongue on my pussy again. They have told me that they have a cousin Felicia who lives in Los Angeles. Who they say is a dominatrix. They are making plans for me to go see her soon for a weekend to teach me the ways of S & M. They are also talking about a family reunion in Sacramento later this year. And that they are thinking about sharing me with several of their relatives. The End
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Becoming A Sex Slave - Part 3 By Alice J. As you have already read. I had just met up with the Brothers. They had double fucked me and I was anticipating what was to happen next to me. This is the third, and last part of this story. But I promise you this. I will continue to write more stories about my adventures with the Brothers. After all they are the ones requesting me to document their experiences with me. And I don’t want to disappoint them. I have started a story that I will publish soon. Enjoy the end to this story and look forward to what will be many more. As I slowly walked out into the living room wrapped in a bath towel I encountered Carlos relaxing on the couch watching TV. He was wearing a dark silk robe. His hair was wet, so I guessed he had also taken a shower. God! He was so sexy looking sitting there. Feeling as though I could go without sex for at least a year now. I still felt horney looking at him. There was music playing low in the background. All the lights were off, candles filled the room with a soft ambient light. A new bottle of wine sat on the coffee table along with two full glasses. He looked up at me and said that “I looked very sexy in just a bath towel.” He then invited me to come and sit down next him. As I walked around the front of the table I watched him watching me. He followed my every move. When I sat down he offered me my glass, picking his up, he tilted it towards mine for a silent toast. I asked where Gino was? He said that he had to get up early so he went to bed. He asked if I had a problem with being with just him now. I knew I should have. I was fucked by one, then two, now I was with the other. But then I realized that I felt so good being with either one of them, it just didn't matter how I had gotten to this point. All that mattered was what was going to happen next. And I knew that whatever it was, I would love it! Just like Gino had started up a smooth conversation with me. Carlos had the same adoring charm. He had me laughing and playfully talking with him in no time. He worked for an investment firm. And also part time bartended through the week. Upon my second glass of wine he started to play with my hair. Soon his hands made their way down to the towel. He gently pulled it open exposing my boobs. He said loved large breast. And he proceeded to prove it by cupping them in his huge powerful hands and lifting them up to his mouth. At first he gently kissed them and lightly sucked on my nipples. He told me to play with his cock. Reaching into his robe it wasn’t hard to find. It was still hard and large. He asked if I liked playing with and sucking on big balls. I replied that I was more into sucking on cock. But that if he wanted me to pay extra attention to his balls I would. He told me that that was exactly want he wanted me to do. So I reached down and started massaging them. The size of his balls were proportionate to the size of his cock. I could barely cup both of them in my hand. It had me wondering how he could comfortably walk around with these things hanging between his legs. It was obvious from my massaging that he really got off on it. He started squeezing my boobs hard while sucking my nipples deep into his mouth. He then said he wanted me to suck them into my mouth and use my tongue to play with them. I leaned my face down between his legs. There was no way I could fit both of them at the same time into my mouth. So I started with one, then the other. He moaned that he wanted me to start squeezing them in my mouth with my tongue. So I applied as much pressure as I could while sucking them as far into my mouth as I could. From time to time he would pull my head away from his crotch stretching his sack out until the ball would pop out of my mouth. I would then suck the other one in and go through the same routine. The harder I sucked and squeezed with my mouth the more he seemed to enjoy it. He reacted with handling my boobs rougher and rougher. The harder I sucked, the harder he squeezed and pulled. It seemed we had found a level of equal pleasure. I enjoy having my boobs treated rough and he enjoyed an equal amount of treatment on his balls. Before long he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from his balls. He ordered me to start licking his scrotum. For this I had to kneel down between his legs. He kept a hold of my hair forcing me down below his balls. I licked and sucked on the thick hard muscle down there. He lifted his legs higher and pushed my face down towards his asshole and told me to lick him there. I playfully licked around his hole. I had never tongued an asshole before. I thought it would taste nasty. But it didn’t, When I started to push my tongue into it he grabbed my hair harder and moaned loudly. I guess he liked it so I pushed it in deeper. He told me to tongue fuck it. I started pumping my tongue in and out. He encouraged me to keep doing it. He then ordered me to start massaging his balls and to jack him off at the same time. He had pulled a bottle of lube from somewhere and poured a generous amount onto his cock which made it very slick. I couldn’t believe what was going on. This guy had me being kinkier than any man had ever gotten me to be. I tongue fucked his asshole, played with his balls, and jacked off his cock at the same time. I was guessing that this would end with him shooting a load of cum onto my face and that we would be done. But I was wrong. He wasn’t even close to being done with me. He pulled my face away from his ass and told me to lay on my back on the coffee table. As I laid down on it he put a pillow under my head (what a thoughtful guy). As he stood between my legs pumping his cock he told me to pull my legs back as far as I could. This of course completely exposed my asshole. He then informed me that Gino wasn’t really into anal sex. So I could be expecting him to fuck my pussy the most. But that he, (Carlos) really enjoyed ass fucking. And that I could expect to get my ass fucked on a regular basis by him. His words had me realizing that they expected me to be here for them, allowing them to fuck me again and again. But he didn’t give me time to think much more about it. He picked up the bottle of lube, pushed the tip into my asshole and squeezed. The cool fluid filled my ass. When he pulled it out he wiped it all around my opening. Down on his knees he guided his monster asshole slayer towards me. I asked if he could go slow, since his cock was so large. He said that he would. At least until I had gotten used to it. Then I felt it. The head of his cock was as hard as steel, and the cock that followed was of equal tensile. He pushed it deeper and deeper. In one steady penetration he was buried in my asshole up to his balls. I bit the corner of the pillow to keep my scream from waking the neighborhood. I had expected him to start pumping. But instead he kept his cock still in my asshole and bent over to start on my boobs. He squeezed them hard while sucking and biting my nipples. I was in a mix of painful sensation and erotic stimulation. By now all I could do was moan with sexual gratification. When he pulled back he told me to put my fingers into my pussy. I moved my hand down and pushed a finger into my pussy. He barked at me that he wanted me to put three fingers in and to bury them deep. I did as I was told. He then questioned if I could feel his cock. I realized that yes, indeed I could feel his hard cock from within my pussy. I told him that I could. With that he said good, and started to withdraw his cock from my back hole. I felt the big fat head pass by my fingers leaving and emptiness behind it. Then he pushed it back in. Once again I felt the head slide pass my fingers. The sensation was totally incredible. It was beyond anything I had ever felt before. With the next few withdrawals and penetrations I was begging him to fuck my asshole. Telling him that I wanted to feel his cock split me in two. To fuck my asshole harder than I have ever been fucked before. He wasted no time in obliging my requests. He started pumping his thick cock back and forth deeper and faster with every stroke. I pulled my fingers back and started to rub hard on my clit. I pulled, grab, twisted and rubbed it like I have never done before. He held my legs back, which by now had my knees, pinned to the table top besides my ears. With every thrust my body felt as thought the world was entering my body. I begged him to keep fucking my ass as hard as he wanted until I came. He had no problem with that. In fact he started encouraging me to cum. Telling me how sexy I was. And that I turned him on so much. He said he loved watching his cock stretching my asshole wide while I played with my pussy. From time to time he would pull his cock completely out, leaving my gapping ass empty. Then shove it back in to the hilt. Feeling the huge head pass back and forth through my tight anal muscle stretching it open was awesome. This really got me off. And he knew it! He then told me to admit to him how much I loved having my ass fucked by a thick hard cock. What else could I say. I replied back that I loved it more than anything. I loved the feeling of having my asshole spread open wide. And I told him that I did. He told me, to tell him that I wanted it again and again. And that I would allow him to fuck me as he wished. Again, what else could I say but, yes. I really, honestly did want him to fuck me again and again like this. Before even I realized it, I was experiencing an orgasm that would register on a Richter scale of an earthquake. My entire body shook beyond belief. I didn’t need to continue rubbing my pussy. I connected with the pumping my ass was getting and with every deep thrust I screamed in ecstasy. Wave after wave hit me. Finally he stopped pumping. Leaving his cock buried deep in my ass. He bent over and started on my boobs again. Although being a little more gentle on them now. He still squeezed and sucked pretty hard on them. Finally my organism subsided to the point that I didn’t feel like I wasn’t going to experience a life ending blowout. He started pumping his cock in an out of my ass again. He told me that he was getting ready to cum. With that he reared up, grabbed the bottle of lube off the couch and started squirting it all over my boobs. He told me to rub and squeeze them for him. Doing as I was told, I reached up and started rubbing the lube all over them. Squeezing them together, pulling them up and apart. Grabbing my nipples and pulling and twisting on them. I realized that I was abusing my own boobs as equally as hard as both the brothers had. I wanted him to feel as though I was the perfect slut for him to use when ever he wanted. Carlo’s continued to plunge his cock in and out of my ass. Watching me maul my big boobs for him. I remember asking him if he enjoyed fucking me like this. And if I was doing a good enough job for him? I don’t exactly remember his response. But I do remember being pleased that he was satisfied getting the fucking that he was giving. He pumped a few more times. Withdrew his cock, grabbed my thighs and pulled them down. With a lunge up towards my boobs. He told ordered me to squeeze them together as he shoved his cock between them. He started pumping his cock back and forth. I distinctly remember looking up and watching the head of his cock pressing through my tightly squeezed tits and heading towards my mouth. With each thrust, I would open my mouth, stick my tongue out and touch the little opening in the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue. Hoping to feel hot sticky cum shooting out and coat my face. I didn't have to wait long. He started to grunt in much the same way he had before when I was sandwiched between him and his brother. Then he came. Or should I say. It came. With a forceful forward lunge a huge wad of hot white cum came out and landed on the tip of my nose. It dripped down onto my upper lip. Immediately I used my tongue to slurp it into my mouth. Carlos lunged forward again. Another shot hit directly on my lips. In a devilishly slutty way I spread my lips just enough to suck it in. I then swished it around my mouth before swallowing it down. He pulled back, grabbed his cock and started aiming the rest of it onto my boobs. I watched every shot. His cock would arch upwards. A huge spurt of cum would shoot out and land on me. He would lean his head back moaning loudly. I have seen a cock shooting it’s cum before. And I have had a cock or two fuck my tits before. But I have never really watched it so intently. I can still remember watching it, its like I still see everything in slow motion. It was a beautiful thing to me. It was then that I realized that a transformation that had taken place tonight. Right then and there I knew that the “Brothers” had me. That I belonged to them. They could do what ever they wanted. And that I wanted them to do what ever they wanted. Carlos finally finished cumming. By boobs and face were completely covered with cum. I rubbed as much of it as I could towards my mouth. Wanting to show Carlos how much I appreciated him cumming on me. As he pushed himself up and away from me he grabbed my hand and pulled me up with him. He planted a deep tongue kiss. Then pulled away. He told me to go take a shower then come back out to join him when I was finished. My third shower of the night. When I came back out wearing another towel. Carlos was sitting on the couch just like before. This time he stood up, and guided me towards what he said would be my room. The bedroom was large, nicely adorned, complete with a huge bed. Once in the room he pulled back the covers down wide enough for me to lay down. Knowing that there was no way that I was going to make it back home. I eagerly accepted the bed before me. I pulled the towel from my body and laid down upon the soft sheets. Carlos pulled the covers up to my shoulders. And even tucked me in a little. It was then that he explained that he and Gino have been looking for a woman that the two of them could have when ever they wanted. And that I would be treated as well as a princess. I was to move in with them. That I would pay no rent. I didn’t have to clean up after them. As they were not looking for a housekeeper. He went on to explain that they expected a woman to satisfy them when ever they wanted. He asked if I wanted to be that woman. I was deranged, lost and overwhelmed. But I said yes. I knew deep down that I wanted the Brothers to fuck me at their will. He said good, and that we would talk again about the details in the morning. He then asked if I needed to get up at any particular time. I said no. He kissed me goodnight. As he was leaving, he stopped and informed me that neither he nor Gino really enjoyed fucking in the morning. Instead they preferred a quick blow job. And that I could expect Gino to wake me up to get one after he took his shower. I muttered okay I’ll be here. He turned the light out and shut the door. As I drifted off to sleep I could feel my whole body twitching. My asshole and pussy ached. But it wasn’t a painful ache. It was the type of ache you get in your body that follows an accomplishment like hiking to the top of a mountain. It felt good. And I was looking forward to feeling it again and again. That night was six months ago now. I moved out of my apartment and into the Brother’s house the next week. I am treated very well by both of them. I have no responsibilities except to satisfy them whenever they want and in any way they want. I get fucked by one or both of them on almost a daily basis. I had to cut my hair shorter as it was getting to be too much of a bother to constantly wash the cum out of my long hair. I still work at the paper keeping my dark side private. As far as my friends are concerned I am Gino’s girlfriend and his brother just happens to live there. I even keep up a fairly good social life. My girlfriends from work drool over both of them. One evening while we were out. My friend named Kathy allowed Carlos to pick her. This was of course part of a kinky plan by the brothers. Gino and I left the bar and went home. Not long after, Carlos and Kathy came home and went in his bedroom. He told her that we had gone over to a friends and would not be home tonight. What she didn’t know was that Gino and I were hiding in the closet. He made me watch while Carlos fucked her, as he fucked me. He took her anal virginity that night. I have never actually watched real people having live sex before. But I have to admit, it was a total turn on. The look on her face as his cock entered her asshole for the first time was really something. From time to time Carlos will bring her to the house and fuck her good. She now begs him to fuck her in her ass. Actually, she is the one who calls him and asks if she could meet up with him for it. She is married, but she has confided in me that her husband doesn't pay much attention to her anymore. And she still doesn’t know that I am watching every time from the closet. Secretly wishing that I could join them while masturbating myself. Perhaps…….. While Gino does have one particular kinky desire. Every once and awhile he likes for me to come to his room wearing a costume and put on a sleazy striptease act for him before he fucks me. His favorite is a “Catholic School Girl” outfit he bought for me. And his favorite position is fucking my pussy from behind doggie style, while spanking my large white ass cheeks. He's not into anal sex. But he says he likes the view of my large ass spreading out, and his cock splitting my pussy open. Carlos, as it turns out, is the kinkier of the two. He has bought a bunch of kinky toys for me and him to use during sex. They both enjoy watching dirty movies to get especially turned on. But Carlos makes me act out the scenes with him in many of them. On occasion they will team up on me and give me an awesome double fucking. I totally get off on the feeling of having their two cocks simultaneously plunging into me at the same time. Just a note to any woman who might read this story. If you ever get a chance. And the opportunity that is right. Like I had, to have two guys fuck you at the same time. GO FOR IT. Don’t hesitate. It is a feeling that you will remember the rest of your life. I have even gotten into the act by fucking my pussy with a large rubber dildo while I have Gino in my mouth and Carlos in my ass. They have promised me a real triple fuck soon. They also want me to experience another woman. They say they are looking for an experienced woman who can teach me right. As neither of the brothers are into giving oral sex. I enjoy the thought of getting it on with a woman just to have the feeling of a tongue on my pussy again. They have told me that they have a cousin Felicia who lives in Los Angeles. Who they say is a dominatrix. They are making plans for me to go see her soon for a weekend to teach me the ways of S & M. They are also talking about a family reunion in Sacramento later this year. And that they are thinking about sharing me with several of their relatives. The End
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Lying on my bed, facing the ceiling, I wonder how my life got to this point. 19 years old, not a clue about what career to pursue in future, and most importantly (to me at least), lack of 'experience' with girls. If only I realised that was all about to change. It all began when I decided to do something productive with my life. Maybe go for a nice walk or something, maybe even a run. I dressed into the appropriate clothes and headed out to the nearest park. Now, jogging isn't really my thing but I thought I might aswell, what with the boredom taking over me. 15 minutes into it though, and I'm already starting to regret it. The lack of fitness from lazing around at home was having an impact on me, and at this point, only my will was keeping me going. It's a good thing to, as it was then that I laid eyes on one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen, walking towards me. Now, this may sound like exaggeration, but my God was she beautiful. If I had to guess, she was about 5'3 with perky tits and a yummy curvacious body. Her hair was long, black and flowed down to her shoulders. Her eyes met mine for a brief moment and she flashed a quick smile. Her smile.. I was sure my heart had done somersaults. As I ran past her, I turned my head back quickly, almost as if to check if she was real when I noticed her back. Her arse was just the right size to her body, big enough to get a good squeeze. More dirty thoughts quickly entered my mind, but before I could start to fantasize, my loss of concentration resulted in me tripping over a rock and hitting the floor with a great big THUD! The girl quickly turned back, eyes initally showing shock but soon turning to laughter when she realised my predicament. She started doubling back towards me, and immediately I was thinking "Oh damn, way to mess that up genius" "Are you alright?!" she said, barely holding back giggles. "Yeah, just a little scratch, no more" I replied through breathing heavily from the run, trying to sound cool about the situation but failing miserably. "Ahh cool then, just checking!" she responded, before flashing another quick smile and going back on her way. There and then, I thought I wrote off any chance of me getting with her.. boy was I wrong. The next day, once again consumed by boredom, I decided to return to the park, but opted to walk rather than jog to avoid any similar accidents. I had a slight hope that I might be able to spot the same mysterious girl from yesterday, but I wasn't holding out. Once I got there, it wasn't long before I found a bench in a good spot to sit and relax for a bit. Plugging in my headphones, I leaned back and basked in the rays shining down. I soon closed my eyes in the moment. Not long after that, I felt a shadow loom over me. I opened one eye to see who was blocking the sun, and I couldn't believe what I saw. The very same girl, this time in a low cut shirt that showed her cleavage well. I could see her talking but couldn't hear her over my music, so I took my headphones out. "Sorry, what did you say?" "I said, your music was blaring out, and I couldn't help but notice you were listening to Paramore! Are you a fan" "Yeah, a big fan! You listen to them too?" I responded in shock "Yessir! I love their music! What's your favourite album" she replied as she took a seat next to me. I couldn't believe it. One day I was sure she thought I was too lame to talk to, the next day she's having a conversation with me! We spent the next 2 or 3 hours discussing various topics. Turns out we have a lot in common. Through all of this, I manage to get her name and age. She's Marie and also 19, but she took a gap year instead of going to university. I was slightly relieved when I found out we were the same age, how bad would it have been if I was perving on a young girl! Throughout all of this, I couldn't help but get a boner from the occasional stares at her boobs. Seeing as I don't get intimate with a lot of girls, noticing her cleaveage got me really excited. I tried my hardest to stop it 'tenting' but eventually it caught her eye. "That's one thing I don't like about them, they always- oh my, what have we got here?" She said as she looked down and noticed my bulge "Err, ohh... I'm sorry.." I spluttered, thinking that now she'll definitely leave "Haha no worries! I'm quite flattered that you find me attractive" she smiled back, before kissing me on the cheek. At this point, I would have gone bright pink had it not been for the fact I was black! I turned my face to her, eyes slightly wide. That's when she decided to kiss me again, but on the lips. I wasn't so surprised however, and kissed her back with assurance. We continued kissing for a couple of minutes while our hands probed each other. Hers eventually found its way to my bulge, mine to her tits. She suddenly broke it off. "sorry if I'm being too forward on you! I think you're quite cute, especially when you fell yesterday!" "CUTE?!" I proclaimed in mock anger. "Oh come on, don't take it in a bad way! Of course you're hot.. but your face when you fell had me gushing, it was so adorable!" I rolled my eyes, pleased that she didn't think I was a total dweeb. "Besides" she continued, "if you were just cute, would I do this?" then she slid her hand down my trousers and grabbed my penis! I gasped, unable to contemplate what was happening. She started wanking me off up and down slowly, almost teasing me. I looked back and her and initated the kissing this time, totally going with the moment. It was so hot, I was sure I was going to blow my load any moment. "I can't hold it.." I whispered. She let go just as I was approaching the point of no return. "We don't want you making a mess here, do we?!" she smirked. "Where do you want to continue this, mine or yours?" "Is it alright if we go to yours? My parents might come back any second" "No problem. I only live with my dad and he might be pulling an all-nighter, so we'll have the place all. to. ourselves" she said seductively. That did not help to contain my excitement! We both got up and set out to hers. ______________________________________ While on the way there, Marie reiterated her fear that she was going too fast, and I repeatedly told her that everything was cool. I was in no mood for this to end, I was horny as hell and determined to see this until the end! She told me she's never usually this freaky, and has only had sex once. I respond that's fine, quitely surprised that I am turning her on so much. I believed her in any case, she didn't seem like the type to give it to anyone, but that didn't necessarily mean she was innocent. ______________________________________ Luckily, she only lived about 15 minutes away on the other side of the park from where I would enter so it wasn't long before we continued where we left off. As soon as she closed the front door she pounced on me, our lips engaged in a battle which would find its way to the couch. I laid her down and climbed on top of her, never leaving her luscious lips. As we continued our lip-locking, we gradually began to strip until I was left with my boxers, and she just had her bra and panties on. We stopped as she observed my dick desperate to escape my pants. At just under 7 inches, it wasn't the biggest of them all, but was definitely thick enough for the job. She pulled down my boxers and a wicked grin ran across her face. "This is beautiful!" I blushed a little bit, relieved she didn't care it wasn't of a similar size to the black pornstars you would find on PornHub or XnXX. The blush soon turned into a groan as she began taking my dick in her mouth. I wasn't sure how much experience she had, but she was doing a great job! I stood there while I let her do the action, as she began bobbing forward and back, still lying on the couch. Occasionally, I would match her tempo and thrust in and out of her. I couldn't believe I found myself in this situation, but continued to go along with it. I could feel myself about to erupt. Marie must have noticed this, and soon I felt her hands rubbing my arse and massaging my balls, then suddenly she stuck a finger up my ass! I couldn't take it any more, and came for what seemed like ages in her mouth. She managed to keep most of it in her mouth, milking me dry. She would later tell me she hadn't had much experience with blowjobs, but I would beg to differ! Once she had finished sucking me off, she took my cock out of her mouth with one hand, the other still probing my ass. "You don't mind this, do you?" I replied by sticking my tongue down her throat, tasting some of the remnants of my juices in her mouth. "Hell no! I always thought this was quite sexy, and it doesn't make me gay, does it?!" I answered back. "Good! I'm so glad I went back to the park.." She gave me that same sexy smile before sticking another finger in and started working me. It hurt initially but soon I grew used to it and could feel my cock growing back to life. She stuck a third finger, further stimulating me until I was almost ready for round 2. "WAIT! Isn't it time you got some loving?" "well, I thought you'd never ask.." she replied wickedly. With that, I bent down and resumed kissing her while my hands explored her body again. This time, I went straight to the point and found my hands at her sweet spot. She moaned in my mouth as I started playing with her labia, flicking and pinching it. I inserted one finger and immediately felt her tight vagina walls closing it. I was going to comment on how wet she was but decided not to ruin the mood and continued fingering her, gradually adding more and more fingers. I could feel her getting tighter when suddenly she exploded with a load groan. Not wanting to miss out, I dived in and licked her clean, drinking her sweet nectar. Here I continued to eat her up, while she began yelling various profanities. "OH SHIT that's the spot.. keep going daddy.. urghhhhhh FUCK YEAH!!" I stuck a finger in her mouth and she lapped it, gently biting on it and sucking it, tasting her own juices. That seemed to get her more turned on, evident as she continued cumming in my face. I was loving it. After a while, I surfaced and gave her one long, sloppy kiss. "DAMN, where did you learn that?! Are you SURE that's the first time you've eaten out a girl?!!" "Yeah, honest!" I chuckled "Well, I'm telling you that was brilliant. Maybe it's all the porn videos you watched.." "Haha, yeah that might be it!" Then she got up from under me, and motioned for me with her hand to follow her. "Come, let's continue this in the bedroom, this couch is too small! Nevermind the 'mess', I'll clean it up later" she grinned. Eager to continue this, I got up and took her hand, where she lead me upstairs for more dirty deeds...
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The story you are about to read includes very explicit reference to sex. If you are not old enough to read this story where you live, or if you object to frank language about sex, please read no further. If, however, you enjoy sexual fantasies and a bit of humor along the way, please read on! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This story really needs Chapter One to make any sense. If you don't read chapter one first, this one won't make a lot of sense, and all the humor will get lost. Please read chapter one. But, just in case you're really stubborn, and refuse to read chapter one, here's a VERY quick summary. In that chapter, two escaped convicts, "Kris" and "T" came to hide in my house for nearly a week. During that time, they fucked me repeatedly, and by the end of the week, I was believing whatever Kris said. He told me that, now that I was a "black cock slut," I would never again be able to say no to a black man. In addition, he told me that black men can smell a black cock slut any time they're around, and that they use "code" to tell them they want to fuck. The "code" is something like "Can I help you?" or "Need a hand with that?" (This, of course, is something he made up, but I believed it, I was so spent, so receptive after a week of earth shaking orgasms.) Kris taught me how to respond to these questions, and taught me that men who use the code expect immediate responses. That's how I found myself in the situation you'll read about in this story. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Mom! Mom! Look outside! Look at all the snow!" I groaned and tried to roll over and pretend to sleep, but Jason was having none of it. "Mom! It must'a snowed two feet! Look, the bushes out front are all covered!" That got my attention. I sat up in bed, pulled on the robe from my bedside table and got up. (I still don't like running around the house in front of the boys in the negligees that Richard likes me to wear at night.) I looked out the bedroom window, and he was right. Not about the two feet of snow, but about the bushes being completely covered. What we had was a lot of drifting. I had heard the wind during the night, all night, and it had caused the white flakes to pile up along the front side of the house, the lee side. Out in the yard it looked like we had 8-10 inches of snow. Plenty to keep the schools closed. I groaned. "Okay, let's check the t.v. I bet you won't be going anywhere today mister big-stuff..." By the time I got to the living room, Jason already had on the local cable channel that ran all the school closings across the bottom of the screen. There were so many that it took a while, but eventually I saw it. I was right. "Snow day!" I have to admit it. I like snow. I've never gotten tired of it. But I don't like snow days because they're not a day off for me any more. In fact, my day gets much more complicated as I try to entertain an 8 year old along with his 4 year old brother, all the while getting my household chores taken care of. With me not working, we had found it necessary to let the maid service go, so I did all the cleaning and a lot of the repairs around the house, as well as the cooking and laundry. It's a much bigger job than you men realize, at least, if you do it with some pride, and I always did. But today, I was going to have to manage snow suits and puddles of melted snow in the foyer, hot chocolate and fights over t.v. programming while I washed and starched and ironed Richard's shirts. "Snow day!" Oh, boy. Richard had gotten up at his usual hour, about 5 a.m., to get into work early. Checking the driveway, I noted that he'd already taken the snow blower and cleared the way for his own car. Mine was totally snowed under, so I would be going nowhere. This day kept getting better. Not that I mind having the boys around, but I like it better when I can plan for it. Jason, especially, took a lot of attention to stay entertained. This snow storm was supposed to have passed well to the south, leaving us with cold rain. I still wish I could get paid for being wrong as often as the weather man! Fortunately, we have a large, half acre lot for the house, and it has a good sledding hill on it. Jason's new toboggan would come in handy! I fixed some oatmeal for the boys and had a slice of whole wheat toast myself. Two cups of hot chocolate, one of coffee, and we started dressing for the out of doors. I put on some stretch pants, and then a pair of loose jeans. A tee shirt, two sweaters, and I was ready to go. I dressed the boys in layers, too, and put scarves and boots on all of us. Finally, looking more like the Sta-Puft man than a human, we all piled out in to the snow, the boys to go sledding in the back yard, and me with a shovel to the driveway. I can't really handle the snow blower, so I thought I'd give it a go with a shovel, since my car was parked halfway down the drive and I didn't have far to go to get to the street. A couple of boys from across the street came over to play with Jason and Mike in the back yard, and I could soon hear yelps of laughter as they slid down the backyard incline. Mean time, I was making pretty good progress on the drive. I stopped every so often to catch my breath though, and during one of those moments I heard a deep rumble from down the street. Turning, I watched as a garbage truck with a plow on the front of it hurtled down the street as though the driver were in a race. It was all I could do to get far enough up the drive to avoid the spray of salt and slush that came flying up as he flew by. "Shit! Shit, shit shit!" In addition to nearly soaking me in frozen brine, the plow had piled at least a foot of snow and ice at the foot of my driveway. Wet and heavy, it would probably be beyond me to get it clear and go anywhere in the afternoon. So much for taking the kids to a matinee. "Do you need any help ma'am? Can we help?" I turned to the strange voice, and as red as my face might've been from the cold and the exercise, I'll bet it went pure white in that moment. "You... you want to um.. to 'help' me?" Facing me was a boy. A black boy, smiling knowingly and offering to "help." I hadn't even seen him walk up. How could he have smelled me out in all these clothes? A million questions flooded my mind as I looked at him. "Yes ma'am. We want to help. Our dad dropped us off here to see if we could make some buck from the snow, and we saw you workin' so hard. We can't come down just now, we got 3 more drives to do, but if you want, we can come down after lunch." Did the rules apply to a boy this age? He looked like he was about 14. "How old are you?" "Don't matter, ma'am. I can do the job, really. But, if you're worried my big brother's with me, and he's 16. And my cousin, so we can do anything you need..." "Oh, God..." "Ma'am?" I looked into his face, and thought that I might've seen frustration. He wasn't getting the response he expected. "Yes, you, and your brother, and your cousin... Come down to the house after lunch. I'll fuck you all. I don't know how you could tell in all this cold and all these clothes, but you're right. I'm a black cock slut and I can't say no. Fuck. It's making me wet just talking to you. I'll see you whenever you can get here, but I'm glad you have those other drives to do. I have to get the children down for a nap or something..." I don't know if it was because my response took longer than it should have, or because my mouth was numb with cold, and I wasn't talking clearly, but he made me repeat it all. And even after that he made me say it again... "You're gonna fuck us all? Me, and Trev and my cousin Jake?" "Yes. I'm going to fuck you all... Now... can I go back inside and fix some lunch for the kids?" "Oh, sure. See you in a little while." I went back in on shaky knees and started fixing some grilled cheese sandwiches. I looked over my shoulder every few minutes to look out the front windows, to see if the boys were coming yet, terrified that they might arrive before I could make arrangements for the kids, and terrified too that they might not show up at all. Jason, Mike and Billie all came in for lunch when I called. Fortunately, Jason wanted to go to Billie's where he had a new game for his Wii. That would keep him out of the way. All that time outside in the snow had done its magic on my little Mikey, too. He was so sleepy by the time he finished his lunch that I had to carry him to his bed for a nap. I stripped out of all my cold weather clothes and put back on the see thru lavender nightie I'd had on the night before. I'd never had to wait like this before, so I didn't put on the matching "G" string because I was already sopping wet with anticipation. My heart was pounding in my chest as I peeked out the front window again (I had pulled the curtains so I could walk around in my nightie) with both expectation and shame. I was about to fuck three children. Well, one of them, the 16 year old was technically legal in my state, but the other two... Didn't matter. They were black, and male, and they knew what I was. And honestly, the winter had been hard on me. I hadn't been to the market as often as I used to go. I was black cock deprived. Of course, doing it in the house with my son made things a little tricky. I slugged down a couple fingers of my husband's Maker's Mark while I waited, and while it didn't really have time to hit my head, the warmth that spread out from my belly kept me from jumping out of my skin when the doorbell rang. I peeked through the peephole and saw the three boys gathered on the step. I pulled the door open without standing right in front of it and waited while they came in, stamping off the snow and staring at me. My nipples were hard as pebbles, and my shaved pubis was easily visible beneath the translucent fabric. "Holy Shit, Marcus! You wasn't shittin'! How da fuck did you find her??" This was the older boy, speaking to the one who had approached me. Not a word had yet been said to me. In that regard, their eyes did all the talking. And what they said made me shiver with pleasure. "What's yer name lady?" said the older one. "I'm Becky. What do I call y'all?" I stood there, half wanting to cover myself, and half wanting to rip off my nightie so that they could see everything. They all were grabbing themselves as they stood there. "Um, that there's Marcus, or Mark. I'm Javon, and him, he's Little D. But don't worry, that don't mean little dick." They all laughed, and stood there like they were waiting for something. "So, uh... where.. where do you boys want to do this?" "Oh, fuck," said Javon, "Uh, why not right here? In the livin' room?" Plenty o' room for all of us, right?" "Plenty of room, yes... Um.. what do you want me to do first?" I could hardly contain myself. These boys were making me ask for everything. I guess they were enjoying making me work for it, because they just stood there. Javon got things started. "Well, yah, uh.. first thing.. suck mah dick here..." He finally unbuckled his jeans and stripped them and his shorts to his knees. A man-sized dick sprang out, half hard already. Teenagers. Show em a naked body and BANG, they get hard. I giggled as I knelt in front of him and took his gorgeous tool into my mouth. "Oh, fuck that!" yelled one of the other boys as he saw my mouth travel up and down the older boy's cock. Javon groaned and rocked his hips, putting his hands on my head. I put one hand under his young black balls and caressed them while I pumped him with the other and sucked hungrily on the head. "Oh, oh, oh.. oh, fuck.. yeah.. oh.. fuck that's.. OH, SHIT!" He grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth as he exploded. His whole body shook, and mine did too when I tasted his young cum and felt his wonderful cock jumping and spitting. I milked every drop from him that I could as the other two cheered and grunted their approval. "Me next!" yelled Mark as I licked the last drop from the tip of Javon's cockhead. "Fuck that, I'm older!" said D as he shoved his cousin aside. While I had been tending to Javon, the other two had stripped naked, and their erections bounced crazily, stiff as steel and upright as a soldier at attention. Both of them had cocks larger than Richard's, though not as big as Javon's. "How old ARE you?" I asked "Little D." "Thirteen, but I'm big for my age," he said proudly. "That you are, Big D," I said, looking into his young eyes and wrapping my small white hand around the base of his cock. "That you are. And how old is your cousin?" "Oh, he's um.. He's thirteen two. Well, he's almost thirteen. Next week, oh.. shit... oh.. mutha fuck..." He said all this as I wrapped my tongue around the head of his cock and started to suck on it. Jerking him with one hand, I took Mark's cock in my other, slowly stroking. I don't think D had had a good blow job before. He didn't seem to know where to put his hands, but it wasn't long before he grabbed my ears and fucked my tonsils silly. I swallowed all his youthful load and turned to Mark, a good sized blob of cum dripping from my chin. "Oh, shit, LOOK at that shit.. oh, fuck" laughed Mark as I started on him. This was going awfully fast, but probably because they were so young. I wasn't worried as Mark treated me to a third mouthful of semen in about as many minutes. Javon had his cock in his hand, stroking it. I don't think it had ever gone soft. I wiped my chin and turned back to him when Mark had finished cumming. He was naked now too. a young god, with hard abs that shone in the lamplight. His cockhead still glistened with the remains of his first orgasm. I licked my lips. "Which way do you want me?" "Right here, on the floor. On the rug, just lay back and open them legs." I looked quickly down the hall as I lay down. I thought I might've heard something coming from Mikey's room, but I didn't hear anything else. He must be dreaming, I thought. I looked back up at Javon and opened my legs wide, knees up and spread wider. I fingered my pussy, smearing my juices all over my labia to ease his entry while he knelt and leaned over me. The other boys grunted and groaned with appreciation as I grabbed Javon's rigid cock and guided it to my fiery slit. "Please, Javon, please. Fuck me... fuck me hard.. show the other two how to do a white slut... Fuck me good." His eyes had been focused on my cunt, but when I spoke he looked up and locked his eyes to mine. Without a word he shoved himself 3/4 of the way in with one thrust. I squealed with pain and pleasure as he stretched me. As wet as I was, he didn't tear anything but he was sudden, and a little rough. All three of them laughed as I arched my back and grimaced, then he pulled out and started to fuck himself in and out of me, gradually forcing more and more of his oversized tool into my hungry cunt. Oh, yeah.. yeah.. yeah.." I started grunting and moaning with every stroke, urging him on, pullng him deeper, digging my nails into his black ass and grinding my hips up at him. The others had gone nearly silent, though I could see them stroking themselves when my eyes weren't tight shut. I was just about to cum when Javon slammed himself hilt deep and came for a second time. I gasped and waited for him to finish, panting, so close to cumming but not quite there. My small white hands ran up and down his back while his cock spasmed inside me and slowly, slowly began to shrink. Don't think she cummed, li'l D, but she close. Go on now and do 'er. Got her all nice and ready for ya..." He rolled to the floor on his back, his half-hard cock covered in our mixed juices. I looked up at D as he assumed the position between my legs. "Yeah, Big D.. make me cum... make me cum good..." He grinned a thirteen year old's grin and pushed himself balls deep in one heavy motion. He was a bit overweight, and his belly ground against mine with each thrust. I lifted my feet and hooked them behind his round black ass, pulling him as deep as I could get him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah.. like that.. yeah.. that's it D.. fuck me.. fuck my white pussy.. fuck me good.. fuck me, fuck me..." And before I could even get a good rhythm going, he was laughing and spurting, "Oh, fuck... shit... you talk so fuckin' dirty! Awww.. fuck yeah..." He laughed nervously as he rolled off of me, and his cousin, a freaking twelve year old, took his place between my white, slimy thighs. I had pretty much given up on having an orgasm by the time he entered me. He did pretty much what I expected. Even after cumming in my mouth only minutes earlier, he climaxed after only a few energetic strokes to my wet, pink fuck hole. Instead of pursuing an orgasm this time, I relaxed and let him do his thing, just enjoying the feeling of his young, fat rod clenching inside me and filling me with a third load of adolescent cum. Instead of leaving quickly, though, he lay on top of me, heaving for breath, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him to hold him. I had done my duty as a black cock slut, and I took a certain satisfaction in having pleased them without once climaxing myself. But that wasn't the end. "Get up offa that, Mark. I got at least one more load to give 'er before we get outta here. You guys can do her again too, if you don't care about it been pretty sloppy... C'mon.. get up offa that.. I want s'more...." Marcus rolled off of me to my left and made room for his older brother. "Get up, Becky. Le's do this one doggy... I wanna grab some o' that ass while I fuck you this time..." I smiled up at him and did as he commanded, wiggling my bare, white ass up at him. He knelt behind me and I reached between my legs. I spread my pussy lips for him and he worked his swollen cockhead into me a second time. With long, easy strokes he started to fuck me, deeper and deeper, slowly speeding up as well. With all that stimulation, my cunt walls were pretty tender, and it didn't take long for him to bring me close to an orgasm. "Oh, fuck, Javon, yes.. that's it... Oh, fuck yes.. I love your cock.. yeah.. fuck me.. fuck me good.. make me cum, MAKE ME CUM!" I squealed and shook as his cock pummeled my cunt and drove me to a first shattering orgasm. All that cum, all that waiting had set me up for a bigger-than-usual climax and I started to cry with pleasure, moaning and whimpering while he continued to hammer my pussy. All three of them were laughing at me now, as I begged and moaned and pounded my fist on the carpeted floor. "Oh, yes.. yes.. yes! Make me cum, Javon, make me cum all over that gorgeous black cock... oh.. fuck yes! YES!" Tears poured down my face. Then I heard, "Mommy?" My head jerked around and the two boys who'd just been watching gasped and laughed nervously and covered themselves, hiding. But Javon didn't stop. He slowed a bit, not sure what to do, but he wasn't about to pull out of me when he was so close to cumming himself... "Yes, baby.. it's okay... I'm fine... just.. go back to your nap..." "But... you're crying Mommy... Is he hurting you?" Javon's cock continued to slide in and out of me, but slowly, evenly. "Oh, no, baby.. he's not hurting me.. he's making me feel better.. I was sad, but he's making me happy now... go on back to bed, baby.. I'll be in to check on you in a minute..." Javon chuckled. "Um... okay... in a minute?" "In a minute.. back to bed, baby." "Okay...." and he toddled off toward his room. "Oh, fuck," laughed all of them when they heard Mike's door close. I just shook, part relief, part shame, part fear. Suddenly Javon was slamming hmself balls deep again, and in a moment or two I felt him begin to ejaculate, pouring one last load up inside me before jerking his still twitching cock from my cunt and wiping it clean with my nightie. "Y'all, we gotta get outta here. Becky here don't need to wind up in jail for statutory rape." They all laughed again. I knelt there watching them dress, feeling their semen drip down the inside of my legs. They all paused at the door. "Don't worry, we won't tell too many guys where you live. Just a few. And we'll be back. Unfortunately, we don't live to close. We was just here to make some money clearing driveways. Oh, and we'll get yours before we go...." They actually waved as they went out the door. Good kids, actually. And wonderful cocks for their ages. I cleaned up and went to check on Mikey. He was sound asleep. I guess I'd wakened him with all my yelling. I stroked his hair as he slept. When he woke, I couldn't tell he remembered a thing. I don't know if he'll ever say something embarrassing, but what will it matter if those boys come back when he's awake? I guess we'll see....
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They say the thrill of rape is to be given what you want without showing your true nature I drove long that night out of the city through the suburbs till I reached your quaint town, I saw my target, and a few lights still on I parked just far enough away. And crept through the long grass encompassing your home. When I was close enough I sat to observe the house one small feminine car on the drive. And light shone out a small window I manoeuvre to peer inside. I began to watch you flitting about the kitchen enticingly prancing around. Wearing just an apron, barely covering her large bare breasts. I tried to decided if you where was deliciously innocent or looking to be taken and openly inviting me to your cosy warm house, either way as you bent down to rummage in a cupboard and your cheeks and lips parted ever so slightly I felt my groin stir imaging my cock sliding into that silken hole. I decided it was time to find out. I crept round to the back to a sliding dining room door effortlessly and silently I pried it from its runner, finally walking in to spy further. I watched you, still unaware of my presence, I moved in behind you and brought you to the floor holding your mouth to muffle your piteous yelp you began to struggle as you realised what was happening but I pined you firmly to the ground. Under my mask my breath started to feel warm but it was easy to subdue you in the confusion and with my weight holding you in place I let my free hand explore your exposed skin. I roamed my hand over you and under your apron cupping at your breasts waiting for you to tier a little in your futile struggling. I stand up and unceremoniously Force you against the fridge door my large hand spanning your back I hold you as you hear the distinct stretch of me opening duct tape. Dropping you face down onto the large round table in the middle of the room I tightly bind your legs and arms. And cover your eyes my lips touch yours softly as I whisper to you, “You are mine now” You feel my breath hot and damp on your neck and I watch the Goosebumps form or your naked skin. I laugh and you hear me rummaging through your kitchen. You feel a sharp chill as I rub at your hot body with ice watching your nipples and clit prick up hard and numb as i caress them with ice then rubbing and licking them the warmth revealing the rough sensations of my attention. I feel my excitement building as your body strains against your bindings your muscles tensing and relaxing as you try to figure out what is happening. I rub the ice over your you hear me unzipping a bag and I rub oil over you your skin becoming smooth and wet, as I see your muscles un-tense as I massage in the oil I say “I knew you wanted this, you dirty little slut!” I rip the tape from your mouth and tightly grip your throat “tell me I’m your master you Cock Hungry Whore!” I hold my finger tentatively at the rim of your ass hole waiting for your response “yes MAS-ter!” I ram my finger into your tight hole. Roughly I jerk your whole ass back and forth feeling you grip my figure in your virgin ass. I play and tease your ass and pussy my oiled fingers slipping into you with ease. I force my tongue into your mouth kissing you and sucking your lips and tongue. My hands constantly exploring you. I shove a small vibrator into Your ass and feel the vibration through your tongue as I continue to steal your kiss. I reach back into my bag for a vibrating egg and I tape it across your clit. I watch your body as you start to react, watching your hips rise and fall with the vibrations till you grind the egg into your clit with the table. I peg clips to your nipples to get you sensitive to my cares. I watch as the tips or your hard nipples bulge under the pressure. my cock throbbing in my jeans I take off my clothes only my mask remains. “Tell me you want more, slut”! I slap your ass and grip my fingertips into your skin. “I want more Mas!” I thrust my fat cock into your mouth before you have chance to finish. Pushing deep making you gag on me again and again. As I fuck your mouth I get a nice big dildo to explore you pussy, I kiss at your pussy lips with its head “Suck me bitch or I’ll start to hurt you” I sneer as I feel your mouth begin to rise and fall on me, your tongue running up and down my shaft as you expertly attend to my large cock. I begin fucking you with the dildo “Suck me deeper bitch” I trust my hips and grind my cock into your throat, “Good little slut, do you want my cum?” I hear you moan and feel your mouth buzz slightly against my cock as I fuck your face harder and harder, suddenly I feel my release I explode in your mouth spraying your throat, “Swallow it you dirty whore” I hold my cock in you and feel you sucking it down your throat, gulping my sticky load. “Good girl” I kiss your forehead and move round the back of you, I push the dildo and vibrator fully into you ponding your holes and stretching you to capacity. Fucking your ass and pussy I suck hard on your clit still tingling from the abuse of the egg. I replace the vibrator with a rampant rabbit wildly oscillating I insert it into your ass and watch your wonderfully tight hole grip it in place, as it rolls around deep inside you. My cock again rock hard from watching the torment of your holes I removed the dildo and slid myself deep inside you. I feel the rabbit rolling round against my cock and remove you binding/ picking you up from the table I carry you to the floor holding you tight I rock and roll my body with yours, building up pace as I find my connection with you, your pussy still tight I fuck you deep and hard rolling around with you on the floor, holding you against the wall and twisting you onto all fours. I feel your hands pushing and pulling my body too as you begin to completely lose yourself in our embrace .I manipulate your legs and shoulders and feel your pussy change pleasuring me in ne ways. With each position my intense pressure and relentless pounding forcing you to orgasm. your tight pussy squeezing me like a closed hand but I don’t stop violating you. Slowing slightly I follow your rhythm and build you up again and again sucking and biting your breasts, I hold your body tight against mine. Every second is so intense and I can hold it any longer, I finally cum after living through your countless orgasms, I finally explode filling you with squirt after squirt of hot cum. I hold you and kiss you again while you drift off to sleep exhausted in my arms. I cover your tied body with a blanked and tidy away my things to escape without a trace in the room. Except my seed hidden between your legs.
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They say the thrill of rape is to be given what you want without showing your true nature I drove long that night out of the city through the suburbs till I reached your quaint town, I saw my target, and a few lights still on I parked just far enough away. And crept through the long grass encompassing your home. When I was close enough I sat to observe the house one small feminine car on the drive. And light shone out a small window I manoeuvre to peer inside. I began to watch you flitting about the kitchen enticingly prancing around. Wearing just an apron, barely covering her large bare breasts. I tried to decided if you where was deliciously innocent or looking to be taken and openly inviting me to your cosy warm house, either way as you bent down to rummage in a cupboard and your cheeks and lips parted ever so slightly I felt my groin stir imaging my cock sliding into that silken hole. I decided it was time to find out. I crept round to the back to a sliding dining room door effortlessly and silently I pried it from its runner, finally walking in to spy further. I watched you, still unaware of my presence, I moved in behind you and brought you to the floor holding your mouth to muffle your piteous yelp you began to struggle as you realised what was happening but I pined you firmly to the ground. Under my mask my breath started to feel warm but it was easy to subdue you in the confusion and with my weight holding you in place I let my free hand explore your exposed skin. I roamed my hand over you and under your apron cupping at your breasts waiting for you to tier a little in your futile struggling. I stand up and unceremoniously Force you against the fridge door my large hand spanning your back I hold you as you hear the distinct stretch of me opening duct tape. Dropping you face down onto the large round table in the middle of the room I tightly bind your legs and arms. And cover your eyes my lips touch yours softly as I whisper to you, “You are mine now” You feel my breath hot and damp on your neck and I watch the Goosebumps form or your naked skin. I laugh and you hear me rummaging through your kitchen. You feel a sharp chill as I rub at your hot body with ice watching your nipples and clit prick up hard and numb as i caress them with ice then rubbing and licking them the warmth revealing the rough sensations of my attention. I feel my excitement building as your body strains against your bindings your muscles tensing and relaxing as you try to figure out what is happening. I rub the ice over your you hear me unzipping a bag and I rub oil over you your skin becoming smooth and wet, as I see your muscles un-tense as I massage in the oil I say “I knew you wanted this, you dirty little slut!” I rip the tape from your mouth and tightly grip your throat “tell me I’m your master you Cock Hungry Whore!” I hold my finger tentatively at the rim of your ass hole waiting for your response “yes MAS-ter!” I ram my finger into your tight hole. Roughly I jerk your whole ass back and forth feeling you grip my figure in your virgin ass. I play and tease your ass and pussy my oiled fingers slipping into you with ease. I force my tongue into your mouth kissing you and sucking your lips and tongue. My hands constantly exploring you. I shove a small vibrator into Your ass and feel the vibration through your tongue as I continue to steal your kiss. I reach back into my bag for a vibrating egg and I tape it across your clit. I watch your body as you start to react, watching your hips rise and fall with the vibrations till you grind the egg into your clit with the table. I peg clips to your nipples to get you sensitive to my cares. I watch as the tips or your hard nipples bulge under the pressure. my cock throbbing in my jeans I take off my clothes only my mask remains. “Tell me you want more, slut”! I slap your ass and grip my fingertips into your skin. “I want more Mas!” I thrust my fat cock into your mouth before you have chance to finish. Pushing deep making you gag on me again and again. As I fuck your mouth I get a nice big dildo to explore you pussy, I kiss at your pussy lips with its head “Suck me bitch or I’ll start to hurt you” I sneer as I feel your mouth begin to rise and fall on me, your tongue running up and down my shaft as you expertly attend to my large cock. I begin fucking you with the dildo “Suck me deeper bitch” I trust my hips and grind my cock into your throat, “Good little slut, do you want my cum?” I hear you moan and feel your mouth buzz slightly against my cock as I fuck your face harder and harder, suddenly I feel my release I explode in your mouth spraying your throat, “Swallow it you dirty whore” I hold my cock in you and feel you sucking it down your throat, gulping my sticky load. “Good girl” I kiss your forehead and move round the back of you, I push the dildo and vibrator fully into you ponding your holes and stretching you to capacity. Fucking your ass and pussy I suck hard on your clit still tingling from the abuse of the egg. I replace the vibrator with a rampant rabbit wildly oscillating I insert it into your ass and watch your wonderfully tight hole grip it in place, as it rolls around deep inside you. My cock again rock hard from watching the torment of your holes I removed the dildo and slid myself deep inside you. I feel the rabbit rolling round against my cock and remove you binding/ picking you up from the table I carry you to the floor holding you tight I rock and roll my body with yours, building up pace as I find my connection with you, your pussy still tight I fuck you deep and hard rolling around with you on the floor, holding you against the wall and twisting you onto all fours. I feel your hands pushing and pulling my body too as you begin to completely lose yourself in our embrace .I manipulate your legs and shoulders and feel your pussy change pleasuring me in ne ways. With each position my intense pressure and relentless pounding forcing you to orgasm. your tight pussy squeezing me like a closed hand but I don’t stop violating you. Slowing slightly I follow your rhythm and build you up again and again sucking and biting your breasts, I hold your body tight against mine. Every second is so intense and I can hold it any longer, I finally cum after living through your countless orgasms, I finally explode filling you with squirt after squirt of hot cum. I hold you and kiss you again while you drift off to sleep exhausted in my arms. I cover your tied body with a blanked and tidy away my things to escape without a trace in the room. Except my seed hidden between your legs.
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Sarah beams at me as I take her hand. Blue light bathes her pale skin as we enter the upscale private quarters of downtown Houston’s aquarium dining. The waiter, dressed in a sharp midnight blue suit, quickly shows us to our table, circled by the magnificent tropical tank. We sit down opposite one another, Sarah crossing her long, toned legs beneath the shear nude material of her dress. The black lace detail hugs every curve and I let my gaze wander up her body to her young, ripe breasts. She’s just 16 and at 23, I can’t take my eyes off her; it doesn’t sound good written down, I know, but I love her. I reach her sparkling eyes, her dark hair falling delicately around her face and she smiles at me, delighted, “This is perfect, Ross.” “Anything for you, baby,” I reply, as the waiter returns, handing us menus. “Can I get you anything to drink?” He asks. “I’ll have a Heineken.” “Could I have a strawberry lemonade, please?” Sarah purrs, her English accent evident. The waiter nods as he writes down our order. “I wish I could drink,” She giggles to me as he dismisses himself. A colourful array of fish floats behind her as she begins to bubble excitedly about the day and I can’t help but admire her enthusiasm. She stops abruptly and I look up from the menu. She gazes at me, biting her bottom lip and says quietly, “Y’know, I can’t wait to get home.” A grin spreads across my face and I rub the stubble on my chin, “Why’s that?” I say, wickedly. She shifts in her chair and I feel her foot begin to slide slowly up and down my calf. “Just because,” her tongue quickly runs over her teeth as the waiter set our drinks down. “Would you like to start with an appetizer, sir?” “No, I think we’ll move straight to main,” I say, keeping eye contact with Sarah. The corner of her lip curls. “Top sirloin and shrimp please.” “And, uh... a grilled chicken pasta,” She says, quickly glancing at the menu. “Thank you, ma’am, that won’t be long,” He replies, collecting our menus and turning on his heel. Her foot brushes between my thighs and I reach down to stroke her ankle. The blue light dances on her skin and we pick up a regular conversation again although I slowly start to want her more and more as I notice her nipples hardening beneath her dress and in turn, something stirs in my lap. Her foot rubs more directly on my crotch, apparently having realised my state, and I stiffen at her touch. She takes long, deep breathes as I examine her elegant collar bones and bare slender shoulders. Silhouetted against the vibrant tank and rising kelp plants, she looks beautiful, hypnotic. “You look so good right now,” I whisper. Her eyelashes flutter, “Thank you,” She murmurs, embarrassed. “I really want you.” I begin to imagine slipping my hand between her sweet adolescent legs, the heat of her pussy radiating through her underwear. She smiles guiltily down at her lap and I wonder if she’s thinking the same. The waiter arrives with our plates and sets down our steaming dishes. Sarah slides her foot back into her shoe and we both eat hurriedly. The steak is delicious but I can’t keep my mind off her. Finally, the waiter brings us the bill and shows us out. Sarah’s hand clings to mine as we stride from the gorgeous building. We’re soon on the street, heading back to my car and I rest my hand on her ass as we walk. Suddenly I feel uneasy. I cast my gaze around the dark road. “What’s wrong?” Sarah asks. “Nothing,” I mutter, but despite telling myself it’s ridiculous, I feel watched. However I swiftly dismiss it as we reach the car. In the moment that we stop, I press her against the cool surface and lock my lips against hers, the intense need for her clenching in my stomach. She winds her fingers through my hair and I drink in the warmth of her body, burning to get inside. “Fuck baby, I want you right now,” I say, momentarily breaking away to kiss her neck. “Yeah...” She breathes, tipping her head back. I open the passenger door and get in, gesturing for her to follow me. She straddles my lap and I close the door behind her, holding her petite frame in my arms as she kisses me again, the smell of her perfume intoxicating me. I push the hem of her dress up her thighs and over her ass, grasping each of her soft firm cheeks in my palms. Her hand finds the bulge in my crotch and she massages me through my pants, sighing desperately, “Fuck me, Ross,” She whispers, brushing her teeth against my ear. I lean the chair down and flip her over so she’s lying on her back. Now kneeling in the foot well, the thin material covering her pussy is only a foot away from my face. I hook my thumbs in the sides of her panties and tug them down over her ankles. She moans and spreads her legs, her body begging to be touched. I take in the sight of her smooth pussy, pink and glistening wet before I start to kiss along the inside of her thighs. I can hardly wait to get inside her, but I know the anticipation will drive her crazy. My tongue finds her clit and I suck gently, inhaling her delicious smell. She struggles to keep still as I tuck a finger into her tight hole, easing it in and out. “Oh my god,” She whines with her eyes tightly shut. My tongue laps at her juices and I push a second finger between her lips as she starts to rock against my face. I grab her ass to steady her, burying my face in her pussy. I briefly catch her eye as I look up, her mouth open in a small circle, “I’m gonna cum!” She cries, her hand flying to cover her mouth. I stop and push her knees up to her chest, leaving her panting. She watches my hands hungrily as I unbuckle my belt, pull my fly down and take my fully hard cock in my hand. “Oh yeah, fuck me, please Ross, now.” I lean over her and we lock eyes for a second, the tension smouldering between us, before I plunge into her. She gasps and claws at the seat as I pull out and fill her again. “Shit!” She moans while I pound her, her hot insides wrapped around me. I grunt, holding her legs against my chest, her knees draped over my shoulders. I suck gently on her skin as I watch her writhe beneath me, pleasure crumpling her beautiful face. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I say through gritted teeth, my breathing ragged as I sharply thrust into her. Her legs stiffen around me as she groans. Her eyes flutter and roll back, “That’s so good, that’s so good,” She whispers. “Cum for me, baby,” I say. She throws her head back, crying, “Oh fuck! Oh my god, Ross!” as her body shakes and convulses. Seeing her like this sends me over the edge and I start to shoot my hot cum into her pussy, groaning her name. Her legs relax and fall beside me and I lie down next to her on the seat, letting my breathing return to normal. We lie quietly in the dark for a moment. Then there’s a tapping on the window. I feel Sarah’s body tense and she stares at me with wide eyes, “Ross, what’s that?” I remain silent, listening, as she shuffles her dress back into place. Tap tap tap. “What the fuck...” I mutter. I can’t see out the windows; the street is pitch black except for late night cafe windows glowing further down the road. Tap tap tap. I sit up. “Stay here,” I tell her and slowly open the door. I step into the darkness and the close the door behind me, agitation knotting in my chest. “What the fuck, man? Who are you?” There’s no reply. I hear something shifting and I whip around, desperately trying to locate it. Suddenly, something collides with the side of my head and I’m knocked off balance. I fight back at thin air and vaguely register the car door being swung open as a damp cloth is clamped around my mouth and I sink to the ground. * * * I wake up in a dimly lit room with a horribly stiff neck and a throbbing pain in my left temple. I’m shackled to a large padded chair; my wrists are cuffed to each arm and my ankles to the two front legs. The chair is bolted to the ground and I feel like a man waiting electrocution. My jacket’s gone but I’m still wearing my shirt and pants, lightly damp with sweat. As my senses return, I scan the room. Dark wooden boards line the floor and the walls are coated in a peeling, dirty white paint. There are no windows and only one door on the opposite wall. A few overhead lamps buzz faintly on the ceiling, providing what little light there is. While the rest of the room is empty, a large bare mattress is in the middle of the floor, about three metres away from me, and on it lays Sarah. She’s unconscious and naked except for her bra and underwear, both a lacy black material. Her hair is messily splayed around her and a black blindfold is tied around her head. Aside from this, she appears untouched. “Sarah?” I call out hoarsely, watching her ribs slowly rise and fall. Fear begins to run through me as I realise the situation. “Sarah?” She stirs slightly, her hand moving to her face. “Ross?” She says, struggling to sit upright. “Ross?!” She scratches at the blindfold as she cries out desperately. “I’m here, baby,” I say as she tears it off. Panic flashes across her face, “What’s going on?” The door clicks and opens. A tall, dark skinned man walks in, probably a good few years older than me, and locks the door behind him. He’s barefoot, wearing only jeans and a white t-shirt spread across his broad shoulders. He turns to face us. “Who the fuck are you?” Sarah shrieks at him. “Don’t talk to me like that!” He shouts, striding over to her. His voice is deep and brusque, “Lay back down.” “Who do you think you are?” She snaps defiantly. In one swift movement, he pushes her down on the mattress and sits astride her hips. She struggles against him as he leans down and hisses something in her ear. Her body goes limp. Anger rises within me as he says to her, “Now you are a pretty little fucking thing, aren’t you?” She frowns up at him as he starts to roughly fondle her body. “Stop it!” I yell, “Don’t touch her!” He pauses. I wait for a moment before he raises his hand and strikes her across the face. He turns to me, “Don’t say anything.” Sarah gasps in shock and whimpers but makes no attempt to fight him. He reaches below her back and undoes her bra, dragging it from her shoulders then tossing it aside. He grabs at her firm young tits and pinches her nipples. What did he say to her? What can he possibly have fucking said? “Aah...” she sighs, her mouth falling open. He pulls her up to him and their lips meet; he kisses her roughly and intensely, biting her lip, and she doesn’t resist. I stare. He moves down and begins to suck on each of her small, pink nipples. “Your tits are fucking perfect, slut,” He says, as she runs her hands through his short, dark hair. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. He slides one hand between her legs and her bare, pink pussy flashes at me as he tucks his fingers into her underwear. She moans quietly into his neck as he continues his assault on her tits and in spite of my anger and contempt, I’m increasingly aware of the hardening in my lap. “Ohh, fuck,” She murmurs, with an open mouthed glance at me. She bites her lip and we look at one another. After a few minutes, he pulls his fingers from her panties and stuffs them in her mouth; she sucks on them hungrily, licking up her juices. He stands up and pulls his top off, while Sarah stares at his dark muscular chest, then undoes his belt and fly. He looks down at her, now on her knees and strokes her hair. He takes his cock from his underwear, hard, thick and I have to say – huge, and I watch Sarah tentatively wrap her tiny, slender fist around it. “Put it in your mouth,” He orders her as I glare at him. He ignores me as she slips her lips around the end and slowly slides it to the back of her throat. She only fits about half of it in her mouth as she repeats this, pausing to spit on his shaft. I think about her handling me that way and ache for her to touch me, to feel her tight, warm throat around my dick. He gathers her hair in his fist and starts to thrust into her mouth. He grunts as he picks up pace, each time going deeper. Her eyes start to stream as she struggles not to choke and saliva runs down her chin. “Breath through your nose,” He commands, pushing his full length in her mouth. She blinks up at him, her body rigid. This is so hot, I think, watching him control her, beginning to envy him. She starts to splutter and he pulls out, letting her gulp in a few breathes before plunging back in. He smirks, “Good girl.” Pulling out again, he hauls her to her feet and pushes her in my direction. She stumbles slightly as he slowly follows behind her. “Go on,” He says sharply. He stops her about two feet in front of me. As he trails his finger tips down her sides, I notice her gazing at the bulge in my pants, her breathing shallow. He suddenly yanks her panties down to her ankles and forces her top half down, causing her to cry out and grab my chair. Her hands grip the back on either side of my head and we’re face to face; she pants, wide eyed, staring at me. I want her so much. Need her so badly. He grabs her ass and gives it a quick smack. There’s a moment’s pause before she grimaces as he pushes inside her, squeezing her eyes shut. “Shit, you’re so tight,” He says, “You like that, slut? Do you?” She whines loudly and he thrusts harder, slamming his hips against her ass. She leans forward and kisses me, smashing her lips against mine, her tongue darting around my mouth. I badly want to touch her. I feel a kind of urgency in her kiss as she moans into my mouth and pulls away. I watch the ecstasy ripple through her face, only inches away from mine, as she’s jolted forward slightly with every thrust. “Go on, suck his cock,” He tells her, his hands wrapped firmly around her hips. She doesn’t hesitate and reaches into my lap, hastily fumbling with my zipper. I spring free and my dick immediately disappears between her lips. I groan, my fingers curling into fists as she envelopes me in her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobs in my lap and I feel her throat constrict around me as she gags slightly. “Shit, oh my god!” She screams, releasing me momentarily as a wave of pleasure visibly runs through her, “Oh my god! I’m cuming!” Her knees seem to weaken but she keeps pumping my cock while the other man slams into her. Eventually she stills, and sighs as he pulls out of her. He turns her around and sits her down in my lap, her soft hair brushing against my face. She reaches between her thighs and gently guides me into her soaking wet pussy. She begins to rock slowly as she leans forward and grasps the other man’s cock, bringing it towards her. “Yeah, you like my black fuckin’ dick, do you slut?” He smirks. “I fucking love it,” She purrs, stroking his swollen length. Feeling resolutely ignored, I start to buck against her ass, wishing I could hold onto her hips the way he had. Frustration begins to boil in my gut as I furiously fuck her, feeling her tight, hot pussy slipping up and down my shaft. She whines, playing with her clit with one hand, idly caressing him with the other. “Fuck her ass,” He says to me, lifting her off my cock slightly, now dripping with her juice. She seems unsure as I watch him stare intensely at her for a few seconds, before she lines me up with her small, tense asshole and very slowly sinks onto me. “Shit,” She whispers and I groan as I feel her stretching around me. He gets onto the ground, his long legs easily propping his hips level with her pussy, and pushes her knees up to her chest. He enters her from the front, both of us completely filling her, and begins to gently fuck her. “Oh my god, that’s so good,” She says quietly, grasping my forearms, “Fuck me.” His movements reverberate to me, bouncing her ass on my cock. It’s heavenly. Her tight hole struggles to take my girth and I twitch inside her, feeling it right through my abdomen. He quickens, sliding his jeans and underwear down to his knees and she cries out, “Yes! Oh my god, yes! That’s fucking amazing!” She pushes her hair to one side and I start to suck on the side of her neck, running kisses along her shoulder, while he reaches up and pinches her small, hard nipple between his fingers. I feel her losing control as she drags her nails along my arms and shudders pulse through her body, vibrating on my dick. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She shrieks as she cums again, violently shaking on my lap. He stands up and drags her off me, onto her knees as he starts fiercely jerking his cock over her face. She spreads her lips and he drives into her mouth, roughly fucking her face until finally he grunts and I see his cum shoot across her tongue. He squeezes the last few drops onto her chin before grinning down at her and replacing his jeans. He leaves the room as Sarah crawls over to me, kneeling between my knees and taking me in her mouth. She lovingly runs her tongue along the sides of my shaft before pushing me deep into her throat. I grip the arms of the chair; she just gets better every time. Then, sucking on the end and pumping me in her fist, her dark eyes gaze up at me as she expertly works my cock. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” I groan, my eyes rolling back as I let go and release my cum into the back of her throat. She keeps on gently sucking until she’s sure I’m done then returns me to my underwear just as the other man re-enters the room. He throws Sarah’s dress and shoes down on the mattress before leaving again. As breathless as I am, she crawls away and starts to redress, purposely leaving her underwear off as she slips on the rest of her clothes. I hear a faint hissing and my eyes begin to sting. Sarah opens her mouth to speak but no sound comes out, she only coughs. As my vision becomes more blurred and my lungs ache, I see her fall back on the mattress as my eyes close and I black out. * * * When I reopened my eyes I was back in the driver’s seat of my car, morning light spilling through the windows. Sarah was sitting up next to me, frowning out onto the street. “Wh... what did he say to you?” I stammer, waking up. “Nothing,” She mutters. “No seriously, tell me.” “It was nothing, okay?” “Sarah, tell me,” I persist. She’s obviously hiding something. “Um, well...” She starts, shifting uncomfortably, “I sort of... hired him to do that a couple of months back.” “What?” I say in disbelief. “I didn’t know when he’d do it... it just really turns me on, y’know... I’ve always wanted to be kidnapped,” She says, guiltily meeting my eye. You can’t deny it was hot, I think, struggling to keep a smile off my face. “It’s okay, baby,” I say, putting my hand over hers, “Just tell me next time, yeah?” She nods shyly, relived at my reaction, before I start the car and we head home.
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(Hey. So this is the account also for Xlander if you know me. So yea enjoy reading as I come back to this.) I sit down in my seat tapping my foot to the song that’s playing in my mind. I look around the class to see some of my “friends” as they like to refer themselves as. The only ones in this class is Audy. I like her and all, but I’m not really attracted to her. Can’t say the same for some of my other girls. I mentally sigh as I think of them. In my mind right now I can see Grace, a white female with blond hair, bouncy c or big breasts, small ass, deep brown eyes, and wears glasses that makes her even more attractive; bouncing up and down my cock and moaning my name into the air. Lately we’ve been talking a lot and even though I really want to tap that I keep trying to get her to go a better way by telling her to date a white man that’ll be successful. I keep cock blocking myself. I mean I’ve liked her before we even started talking. I shift my legs a bit as I feel my prick growing hard down my leg. I really hate when that happens. It always makes me uncomfortable, but oh well. I’m used to it. I’m a very horny virgin teen african american that has a problem with himself, because I hate myself, and has nothing going for him, because I’m fucking lazy, so I guess I kind of deserve it. I know I should also be ashamed because I have a girlfriend, Sophomore, smaller than average, small breasts, small ass, short black hair, very feisty, and has beautiful black eyes, who adds to the complexity of everything. I digress though. Currently I’m waiting for the bell to ring so I can go to the next class, science, so I can at least distract myself from this mess. I should be thinking about other things like my plans for college and stuff since I’m a junior, but I always come back to wanting to fuck all the girls in my life. Its probably because everyone is having sex and getting along with each other and I feel kind of left out. I digress. Also another thing bugs me out.I got a message last night that said he wanted to help me. I played along and apparently I have power now. I have power to do as I please and not get in trouble. I haven't tried it yet because, you know, if its wrong than, you know, I’m probably going to get into some serious trouble. The first thing I thought about when it said I could do anything I wanted was to walk up to grace and play with her breasts just to see if it works, but than I thought against it because there is so much more I could do that is better than that. For instance, I could have sex in the middle of the class and no one would say anything. Maybe, I don’t know how that’ll work. I thought about testing it on Ruth when I saw her this morning by grabbing her ass, but she’s so innocent. I love her to death and even though I want to fuck her, man oh man do I have a problem, I don’t want to fuck her. I can’t really explain it. Is this how love works? Anyway the bell rings and I rise and move out of the way so people can rush out. I go and pick up my stuff and head out wishing the janitor and my teacher a good day because I’m polite like that. On my way to my next class I pass Grace and my other lover Amanda. Amanda is a beautiful woman. Long blonde hair, glasses, perky small breasts and a slightly put out ass. All the woman I like are so much fitter than I am. It really sucks and makes me think I have a complex with having people looking better than me around. Maybe that’s why we’re friends. Maybe they just want to make themselves look better by comparison. Oh well. I get into my next class and soon I find myself walking into the labs Audy right beside me. We’re currently chatting about band and tomorrow's peprallies. We start doing the lab that requires us to be kind of close. Of course I joke about it and stuff saying making sure you watch your hands while you’re so close to me. Audy did her creepy hands movement and we laughed. So during part fo the experiment I trip and slam myself into Audy’s backside. She eeps and nearly drops our experiment, “David? What was that for?” “Sorry.” I say expecting her to say something more drastic, “I slipped.” “Oh, and here I thought you just liked me.” She says doing her best pouty look. I chuckle and grab her ass, not really think at that moment because I’m so used to grabbing other girl’s ass; honestly something is wrong with me, “I do Audy. That ass is like a magnet.” I realize my hand is on her ass and I move it away and look behind me. It seems that no one has noticed what I did. “Oh well thanks David.” She says giggling. My mind registers that she didn’t mind my hand on her ass. Either that or… the temptation is too much there. I place my hand on her ass again, “So you don’t mind this?” “Not at all.” She says doing the experiment. I can’t believe this. I almost want to believe this to be a prank. Oh well take advantage of it anyway. I squeeze her right ass cheek in my hand and do the same with her left ass cheek. I start massaging her right ass cheek as we talk and work on the experiment. She doesn’t even take notice to my hand at all. I run my hand up her back and begin to rub it. I’ve expected the teacher to say something by now or another student to but its like we’re in our own little world. “Hey Audy?” “Hm?” She replies dreamily. Her voice has been like this for a while. She’s be quietly humming to herself sometimes and other times she’ll arch her ass and back with my hand. “Are you feeling alright?” “Yea. I’m actually feeling better than you think.” She says pressing against me. “Oh, and you don’t mind what I’m doing to you?” “I actually don’t. In fact I want you to do more to me.” She practically purrs at me. I admit this is all surprising, but you never look a gift horse in the mouth. Now we finish our experiment early and we end up standing around me playing with her ass. Now she isn’t my type, too big of an ass and chest, but I have a raging boner in my pants because of her voice and everything else. I stay pressed up against the table as she stretches. I’ve slipped my hand down the back of her jeans and started squeezing her ass. I so desperately want to go to the front of her. Instead I attempt something else. I take her wrist stand up straighter and place her hand on my hard on where she immediately start rubbing it. “Oh wow.” She says her hand tracing my entire length down my leg and up to my crotch. “You like?” I asks enjoying the feeling of having someone touch me. “It’s definitely bigger than I thought.” She says her hand at the hems of my pants. I reach down, going for a big risk here, and unzip my pants. I pull out my prick and start rubbing it. She stars watching with a lot of interest and a little concern. “Are you sure you should.” She starts. “Yea, I am testing something out. Don’t worry about it.” I says jacking off. “Well,” She start stopping my hand, moving it away, and replaces it with her own hand, “Let me take care of that than.” She starts jacking me off slowly and rises in speed. It feels amazing and I feel extremely dirty and not because I’m in the lab. She leans down and kisses the head of my prick. “Okay everybody is done so we’ll head back now!” The teachers says. And still cock blocking me… I sigh, “Alright maybe another time sexy.” She comes up and giggles, “Okay.” I put away my hardon, zip up my pants, and head for the classroom. There I sit down and wonder how much I can actually get away with. Hopefully there isn’t a limit because I plan on doing so much. If this was based off role-playing games I would be chaos neutral right now. The bell rings soon after and I make my way for my third period class which is business tech. I sit there and get through my work and slack off a bit before heading to my fourth math. I sit there at the lunch table, since we take lunch for the first twenty or so minutes of class, and wonder about what I’m going to do. And my question is answered as Amanda walk back. I reach out and grab her breast, “Hey can I ask you something?” “What?” “Can I have a taste of your muffins.” She nods her head as she lifts her shirt and bra. I stand up and lift up her left breast and start to nibble on her left nipple. I do the same to her right and put down her bra and shirt. I smack her ass, “Alright thanks babe.” “Welcome David.” She says cutely. She walks away and I sit down to enjoy my food. The day progresses slowly as I think about a lot of things. Than comes sixth period which is theater. I get in and place down my stuff near the door as I always do and take the seat next to it. I listen to them as they have their fun talking loudly and junk when a girl, Jessy, who is African American like me, blonde and brown colored long hair, beautiful black eyes, and a face to kill for. She plays the bass clarinet and I believe reeds give you blowjob lips. “Hey David. How’s it going?” “Actually… things are getting better… I don’t know how much more longer but I’m glad I can enjoy myself for a while.” I say rubbing the back of my head thinking about all the karma I must be racking up. Then again with how down I’ve been on myself, and still am now, I think I deserve some type of break. Not really, but oh well. “Oh? Well that’s good to hear.” She replies as the group of people behind her, the usual group of friends, are start horsing around. I can tell she wants to go over there, but at the same time she doesn’t really want to leave from here without a reason, “You can go over there if ya want.” “Nah. For some reason I just want to hang out here.” She says smiling at me. “Tsk alright if a wanna stay and be depressed.” I say. “Why are you sad?” she asks leaning closer. “Its not important…” I say rubbing the back of my head knowing I’m more confused than depressed. “Are you sure? You’re not acting like your usual self.” Very observant, “Y-Yea… well… really things are taking an interesting turn lately…” “Like how?” I bite my bottom lip. I question whether I should or not. I mean she’s basically asking me too. I reach my hand up and grape her right ass cheek, “What do you feel?” “I feel odd but I’m okay with this.” she replies perking up her butt a bit to give me more access. “And? Do you feel nervous?” I ask eyeing my hand and her small ass. “No, Why?” I squish her ass cheek before moving my hand from there to the front of my pants. I'm about to unzip my pants when I thought comes to mind, “Do you mind taking out my dick?” “No.” She says reaching down, unzips my pants, and takes out my semi hard prick, “Wow you already getting hard.” “Yeaaaa.” I say watching her do all of this, “Can you give me a blowjob?” “Sure!” She says excitedly hopping down from the desk and getting on her knees in front of me. She slowly starts jacking me off till I’m at full mast. She comes to the tip and sucks on the head. I feel her tongue wrap around the entire shaft as she eats up my dick. I let out a low groan. She gets a little more than half into her mouth before she slides back up. She slurps the entire way and pulls off leaving a long white line between me and my dick. I chuckle and stroke her head, “This I amazing…” “I’m not going to stop until you cum.” She says in a sultry voice. I nod my head of approval as she wraps my shaft with her lips. She slides up and down taking a little bit of me into her tight throat each time she goes down. She plays with my balls with her right free hand and her left hand wanders under my shirt and along my belly. I can feel myself get closer and closer. “Jessy…. I’m so close…” I moan out clutching the bottom of the chair. She picks up and takes both of her hands to massage the inch or so left of the shaft she doesn't have in her mouth. I stop myself from cumming as soon as she does. have to give it to Jessy that she really knows what she’s doing. “Gah!” I say as I let up my pent up cum. She stops her head and starts swallowing as much as she can and stores why what she didn’t swallow into her cheeks. When I stop cumming she slides her head up and shows me what she hasn’t swallowed which makes me stay hard. She swallows it down and grin up at me. I give a small smile back while wondering why she has to be so good at that. Oh well, second blow job of the day so no complaints. “Did you like it?” She asks innocently. “You did great Jessy.” I reply stroking her head. She giggles like a schoolgirl which only makes me love her more. I stretch out my back and find Jessy rising up. She then proceeds to go back to her seat but I stop her. “Wait… I want you to sit in my lap.” I say holding my semi erect prick. She smiles and nods her head. Without even me having to tell her she removes her pants and panties before sitting down in my lap. I can feel myself rising inside of her tight confines. “An amazing mouth and an even more amazing pussy. Jesus Jessy you’re going to wring me dry at this point…” I moan out cause her to giggle like crazy. “I”m sorry it feels so good.” Jessy apologizes before leaning forward, raising herself, and then falling back down with gravity. I shiver and clutches her sides as the wave of pleasure washes over my over sensitive dick. She does it again and has me panting. I stand up and turn us around so Jessy is laying across the desk. “And now for the main event.” I whisper into her ear. I pull back till my head is just left and slam bac in over and over again,. Slow at first and gradually picking up speed. I grab a hold of her hips and slam her into me every time I thrust. I have her screaming with pleasure and me grunting in no time at all. I lean over her as she turns her head. I look into her eyes and I kiss her as I slam rapidly into her getting closer and closer to firing another load. My hands slides up her sides until I find her breast. I then start to rolling the nipples in between fingers and massage her breast. I feel her tongue slide into my mouth and roll with my tongue. I continue to slam into her and break our kiss. She looks down at the ground and start yelling, “Yes Yes yes yes yes!” I don’t even have to mover her. She keep slamming her hips into my crotch By now we’re nothing more than moans, groans, and the wet sound of slapping. I finally get to my edge as she screams out and her pussy tightens up and yanks me towards her and keeps sucking me towards her. I slam deep inside and start shooting a major load for my first time having sex. “I’m-I’m sorry…” I breathe out laying against Jessy as my prick lets out cum inside of her. “It’s okay.” She says panting as well, “If I do become pregnant, at least I know it'll be a good children.” I turn her around and start kissing her again my prick still inside of her. She wraps her arms around my neck and I place my on her hips from her breasts. I star getting hard slowly but surely again. “Oh jeez.” Jessy breathes out during a break in our make out session, “Already?Well I can go again if ya want.” Just as I’m about to answer the bell rings. “After band practice.” I reply before giving her a small kiss on the lips. I pull out and slip it back into my pants. I smack her right ass cheek which makes her jump. I chuckle and grab all my stuff after helping her redress. She leaves out before me and I soon follow behind. On the way there I’m greeted by my girlfriend a small petite sophomore with short black hair, a curved booty, a necklace with my ring on it, and a backpack almost as big as her. “David!” She cries out before hugging me. I hug slash hold her, “Hey. She pulls back and places her hands on her hips, “Where were you this morning!?” “Sorry my bus was late?” I simply reply remembering how our bus got stuck in a ditch this morning. “Aw.” She replies hugging m again. That’s one thing I love about her. She’s a hugger and won’t ever deny me a hug probably. also she’s completely innocent and I dare not break that purity. Well, not until we’re older but I can’t help that. If she wants kids she’ll have kids. “Its not as bad as you think. Me and another kid got off a helped the bus out. It was faster than you think.” I say shrugging my shoulders. “Not as bad! Jeez!” She says shaking her head and placing a hand to it. I smile at her display. That’s why I love this woman before me. She always makes me happy and makes me feel better on the inside. “Well I have to go.” I say looking towards the band room. “Wait! Don’t leave me.” She says hugging me once again. I chuckles and hold her against me. I honestly don’t want t leave her. The way she acts and everything makes me feel bad on the inside every time I leave, “I’m sorry hun.” “Its okay…” She says before yanking me by my dreads and then kissing me on the cheek. She heads inside and I got to my last period class. I get there as the bell rings and see Audy and Grace, a blond girl of average height with, a medium sized perky ass, small but very bouncy breast, and a small belly that adds to her overall sexiness, in front of the lockers and more specifically in front of our lockers. I place down my stuff against the other side of the door against the small part of wall between a set of lockers and sit down behind them in a chair. Grace notices me first, “Hey David!” “Hey Grace.” I say yawning. “How’s it going?” She asks moving out of the way of the lockers so I can get to mine which is the top locker. “I think the better days are ahead of me.” I say thinking about today. “You think?” She asks as I place my stuff inside he locker and take out my music. “Yea, though I could be wrong and tomorrow could be the worse day of my life.” I say being optimistic as always. “Aw.” She replies. “Meh.” I respond moving away and walking towards my instrument. Along the way I’m greeted by the freshman by the name of Devin. She’s just a little bit shorter than grace, small perky breasts just a bit bigger than Ruth’s, a small booty that sticks out, and long black hair that comes down her back. “Hey.” She says as she follows behind me. “Yo.” “So guess what?” “You finally got over your blowjob fetish?” Which causes her to scoff. “What! No!” “So you admit to having one. Can I get a blowjob than?” I ask part of me being serious the other just joking. “Maybe.” she replies in a small voice. I chuckle and pick up my sousaphone and walk back out. I take my place beside the rest of the tubas, two others, and get ready to play.
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After band ends I put up my instrument and stretch. Jessy walks into the tuba room and places her instrument down, bass clarinet, and stretches as well. I walk up behind her and smack her on the ass, “Looking good.” She smiles over her shoulder, “Thanks!” I still can’t believe all of this. The majority of practice I spent practicing as well as thinking over everything. Great power like this has to have a range as well as a weakness. I’m not sure what either are, but I better be fucking careful with what I do from now on. Who knows really. Somebody could be monitoring me in secret. I watch Jessy leave out of the room and watch as my partner in crime, a white girl with blonde long flowing hair, walks into the room with her Sousaphone. Her name is Ashley and she isn’t the strongest girl here. Despite how dainty and gorgeous she looks, she tries really hard and carries that huge thing on her longer than I do most days. Most because I have a weak constitution. Mostly because this is my first year of marching band. I watch her beautiful flowing form place the Sousaphone in its case before turning and walking out. I want to do so much, but I know I need to be careful. You know that feeling you get when you feel like something bad will happen soon if you just so much as cough at somebody. Yea. It feels like that. It’s almost a horrible feeling. Though I’m relying on it to keep me out of trouble. I gather up my stuff, of course after checking on Jessy, and head outside to wait on somebody to pick me up. I watch and wave at people as they leave to go home, seeing as it is the end of the day, and make my way for the bus to take me home. “Hey!” my girlfriend yells at me from up the hill that I’m currently walk up, “How was band?” “Pretty good. Boring mostly. Though I guess I got a bit of good out of it.” I say walking up to her and hugging her, “I got to get to the bus though. Love you fiveever. See you on facebook hun.” “Okay babe!” She says happily trotting away. “David The god!” Somebody says from behind me as I watch her walk away. “Hm?” I reply tiredly as I look back behind me. My tall six foot five friend walks up behind me pumping his arms in the air like the rude dude he is. Me and him play lots of games online and our main game is a multiplayer competition where you make your main weapon better and better and try to defeat people either solo or together with a friend. I mainly play with a friend, but do a few solo matches every so often. I’m not a god at it as he says, but at least I know what I’m doing. Plus, I’m always trying to apply myself as well as improve myself. “Yo.” I says throwing up a hand to get it highfived. We walk past each other knowing that we’ll be seeing each other soon tonight. I hop on to my bus and enjoy the ride listening to the many conflicting conversations and yells. I gain nothing out of it, but it makes the ride pass by real fast. The rest of the day is simple. I did my homework, talked to people, played games, and eventually showered and slept. I fell asleep in my comforable bed to only wake up inside of a room with four doors. I look around to figure out where I am and each of the doors have a label above them. The one in front of me is labeled Audy. The one to the right Jessy, and the one to my left and behind me have no name labeled at all. “What the hell?” “Well hello there friend! I took you long enough to fall asleep. I figured I would get to talk to you while you were still in school. But you sure do like to learn about nothing.” A blurry figure says walking out from behind the wooden door labeled Audy. “Again. I say. What the hell?” I say backing away from the blurry looking shadow man. “Ah. That’s right. First I should explain where you are and what I want with you right?” It says switching between an old man’s voice to a young mans. “You see. You are sooooo very important to me right now. I’m guess you already figured that every gift has some kind of price right?” “Yeaaaaaa. I had figured something bad would happen. So. What we looking at right now? My soul, eternal servitude, want me to try to take over the world?” “The last one is close enough. It’s more like I want you to rule for me. I’m going to be using you as a host that way you can use the full potential of my power over women. Also, I want you to become stronger. Practice fighting, lift weights, yadayada. The point is, you and I are in trouble. If you don’t want to die, you best be listening up.” I can only stare at the blurry ass mother fucker as he tell me that I’m going to have to bend my knee down to him or else. Or else what exactly? “So. You want me to get stronger for you? Sounds like servitude to me…” I says rolling my neck, “What if I deny?” “Than we’ll both die eventually. Simple as that.” The blurry figure says leaning against Audy’s door, “Unlike you, I can afford dying. I have more than one body. You, on the other hand, have only one life. I doubt you want to spend it dead.” Heh. He’s got a point. I’ll have to say this. For a demon, he sure is worried about my life. If it seems like I’m not going to cooperate why not let me die and go on to the next one? Well I better not give him any ideas. “Alright. I’ll play your little game. Now. Explain where we are exactly?” “Ah! This is going to be so fun! Behind each of these doors is one of the people you have under you. Right now you have two. And let me say this. If you try to get up to five without being strong enough, you might become a little bit less sane. Not saying you were sane in the first place.” “A-huh…” I says looking at the door. Am I high? No… I’m pretty sure I’m not. I didn’t eat anything strange, and I’m certainly sure those guys didn’t knock me the fuck out. So this is nothing but a dream? Weirdest dream I’ve ever had. “You don’t believe me do you…” “I don’t. But it’s whatever I guess. I play along and see where things go.” I say walking up to Audy’s door. “Kehehehe. You are such a strange one.” The blurry creature says as he walks up to my side and places a hand on me. His body slowly slicks into mine and a voice is added to my mind. Walk forth and enter into the realm of the first one under you. I’ll explain from there. “Right.” I say opening the door to a blinding light that pierces through the darkness.
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The sun rises silently and illuminates the room with a angel like glow through white linen closed curtains. The room, in which the light invades, holds many things inside that takes on the angel like glow. Stuffed bears and discarded clothes line the floor towards the bed that almost in the center of the room. The coldness of night begins to be replaced by the warmth of day. It stirs the entangled lovers as the light touches upon their skin. The male, a boy with recently dyed black hair, lifts his head from the pillows as the light touches his face. The woman, that lays beside him, remains motionless with a look of bliss written all over her face. The sight touches the boy’s heart as he runs a hand through her pink and purple hair that seems all the more beautiful in the sun’s gentle light. The light almost caress her body as it lightens up her angel white skin. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead which stirs her from her sleep a bit. She lets out a cute noise that stirs both something in his heart as well as his loins. He looks down to see her ample breast pressed against his chest. His thoughts return to last night’s very memorable night. The boy with black hair falls on his back and reaches his arms up as the woman of his dreams comes down on his waist. He wraps his arms around her back as she leans down and connect their lips, sending a pulse of electricity through their bodies that only excite them more. They moan into each other’s mouths as they grind their pelvises together. Their urge only black by the clothes they both sport. She can feel his hardness through his pants despite how her mind is so distracted by his lush lips. The boy bites down on her bottom lip gently eliciting a moan of pleasure from her plump pink lips and a mischievous grin from him lets her know it’s only a start. Her hands run down the front of his shirt before grabbing the bottom of it and nearly ripping it off his body as she yanks and tugs it off of his torso. “I love you Matt.” She whispers loud enough to sound seductive as well as him be able to hear. “I love you too Sidney.” The boy breathes out almost at a lost of words. Sidney grabs the hem of her shirt before yanking it off completely exposing her contained tits to him. He eyes up her partly exposed body hungrily. He leans up and captures her lips with his once again and lets his right hand glide up her body’s side and grip onto one of her tits. She lets out a shocked gasp before a moan escapes her mouth letting the boy below her know that she very much likes what he’s doing. His other hand travels up and undoes her bra in the back. He moves his body back some and lets it fall between them, which quickly gets thrown away by Sidney into the darkness that is the spacious room. His hands converge together bringing her breasts along for the ride. They continue to deeply kiss each other as Matt’s hands play with her breasts and his thumbs brush her erect lightly colored nipples. She enjoys the teasing very much and Matt enjoys providing her the pleasure. He knows how bad she wants this by how her crotch mashes hard against his. Even from the protection of his pants, he can tell how plump her lower lips are. And how eager they are to consume his hardness. Sidney presses a hand against his chest and makes him lower down. Matt smiles as he watches his woman rise and grabs hold of his pants and, without any regard, start tugging them off of his waist along with his boxers. Once fully off, his proud member bobs slightly in the air for her to take in. Her hand gently wraps around the white pole of six or seven inch and slowly starts stroking it making cute gaps escapes from her lover’s mouth. She giggles happily and drunkenly at the sight of her lover writhing from the pleasure she’s delivering to him. But this isn’t all she wants. She lets go of his member which earns a curious look from her boyfriend. He watches as Sidney lustfully takes off her bottom and panties in a slow movement and teasing movement. She’s convinced him that he’s not the only one who can tease. His member throbs at the sight and he takes her in like a wolf. He wishes to ravish her body like a hungry coyote on his first meal. But he knows he has to wait, but not for long as she moves her body to where her dripping sex is right in his face. He lays his head back down as she lowers it towards his mouth that latches on greedily. She lets out a loud gasp of pleasure as she feels her lover’s tongue enter her body. She moves her head down and licks down the tip of his hot member down this his balls. They both breath in each other’s sex which only makes them hunger more for each other. She continues the licking as Matt hungrily eats her out. He wastes no time as he starts sucking on her clit. Not wanting to be outdone, Sidney take the head of his member into her mouth and starts circling it with her tongue. It has the intended effect as his sucking and licking slows down. She takes more and more into her mouth all while administrating her tongue along his hot throbbing member. At the same time, Matt happily laps away at the flow of never ending nectar leaking from the girl on top of him. She’s not sure how much longer she can lasts with the sucking on her clit and the lapping at her deep nether regions. Though at the same time, she can tell that he’s starting to get towards his limits as well from the throbbing of his member against her tongue. Soon, Matt bites a bit on her clit just as Sidney takes his member into her throat. The both gasp, though Sidney starts coughing, in pleasure as they have their climaxes at the same times. Seed flows down Sidney’s throat as she raises her head up in a coughing fit. Cum emits out still all over her chest as well as face. Meanwhile her own juices flow out and Matt hungrily drinks it up. They both enjoy each other’s taste very much. Sidney grabs a nearby towel and wipes off her face as she moves around to lay beside her lover. She presses her back against him feeling his semi hardness slide against her sensitive crotch. It elicits a great gasp from them at the same time. Sidney giggles before she presses herself against him more. She feels his semi slide into a bit as he wraps his arms underneath her tits and hold onto her. The softness and warmth of them both lull them to sleep. He smiles looking at her one more time as he sits up in bed. He stretches and looks at the clock before getting out of bed. His absence doesn’t go unnoticed as Sidney lets out a sad noise that tugs at Matt’s heart. He walks over to her on the other side and kisses her neck. He whispers, “I’ll fix us something to eat.” Sidney shivers before smiling at the sound of his pleasant voice. Despite what everyone says, she knows she made the right decision with this one. Especially by the way he treated her last night. “Okay love.” She replies back dreamily as she dreams of the future she knows will happen with him and her.
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It’s finally happening! For years you wanted to bike across England but no one ever wanted to go. But recently a good friend you’ve known for years got permission from his wife to go with you. You’re worried he may not be physically in shape to keep up but he assures you everything will be fine. It’s supposed to be a 12 day ride but you are hoping to do it in 8. You figure you will see how it is the first day or two with shorter distances to gauge his ability and adjust the distance you want to cover each day from there. You both agree that you keep the return tickets at 12 days and could change the return as you got closer to the end. The first day of riding was amazing. The beautiful countryside combined with good biking weather was picture perfect. You did a lot a research before you left and determined where you would stop for the night would be a decent sized city with a hotel. As you check into the hotel, your friend asks the front desk where a good pub is to get a meal and few drinks. After getting directions, you drop off your gear in the room and take quick showers before heading to the local pub. As your friend is getting dressed, the towel slips off and you get a good look at him. You feel yourself getting hard as you think about what his cock would taste like. You know he is straight but he doesn’t know what you are thinking, right? The pub is noisy and crowded so you decided to get a drink at the bar until you can find a seat. A couple of ales later, you are seated. The alcohol is taking effect quicker on an empty stomach. You both order and your friend keeps the drinks flowing, more for you than him although you don’t really take notice. The conversation is great and the time flies. You don’t realize you’ve drank more than ate. You really feel it as you stand to leave and you buddy thinks it’s funny. He seems ok so you try not to stumble as you walk back to the hotel around the corner. In the elevator, the wall holds you up as you ride up to your room. However, you notice your friend seems to be checking you out. You shake off that thought because you know he is straight. The elevator lurches a little throwing you off balance and he grabs you so you don’t fall. He doesn’t let go and helps you down to the room as the elevator stops. Once inside you fall onto the bed and close your eyes. You feel good and know you will sleep well tonight. But your hear your friend say “Damn!” “What’s wrong?” “My zipper is stuck.” Did you hear right? “Your zipper is stuck?” “Yes. Can you help me?” You stumble off your bed and approach him. “It might be better if you kneel in front of me.” In your inebriated state it makes sense so you kneel and grab the zipper tab on his pants. It slides down easily. You look up at him confused and see the smirk on his face. “I guess you have the magic touch,” he says. “How about you help me get my pants off now?” You begin to get excited but fear your overactive imagination is making more of the situation. You have fantasized about sucking cock so for long. You push his pants down and he is commando so his hard cock is right in front of your face. You lick you lips and he laughs. “Do you want to taste it?” he says “Wwwhat? No. No, I don’t” You aren’t sure this is really happening. You don’t want him to think you want it. But your lip licking gives you away. “Yes you do. Suck my cock!” he says as he grabs the back of your head. Your reactions are slower than normal and the tip touches your lips. “Open up and take it! “ You are stunned by the turn of events and obey automatically. His hard cock slides into your mouth and it feels so good. You taste the salty pre-cum from the tip. Just like you’ve imagined and jerked off to. You feel yourself get hard and he notices. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you? Take off your pants. I want to see how much you like sucking me.” You stand up, reluctant to let the cock slide out of your mouth but you do as you are told. “On your knees and suck me!” he said once you are naked. You gladly take his cock back in your mouth. God it feels so good! You lick it and wrap your hands around it because you are afraid to deep throat it. You suck on his balls and feel him grow even harder. “Don’t be a pussy! Take it all in. I want to feel my cock hit the back of your throat as I fuck your mouth.” He grabs your head in both hands as he says this and forces himself all the way in. You gag at the sensation but he doesn’t allow you to move away as he begins to slide himself in and out of your mouth. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Slamming the tip against the back of your throat. You moan at the delicious sensations and he is grunting with the force of his attack on your mouth. “Get ready to swallow because I’m coming!” You feel his cock swell as he grunts and holds your head so you can’t pull away. His cum squirts into your mouth and you swallow as fast as you can. It keeps coming and you keep swallowing the salty liquid. Once it stops you expect him to go soft but you realize he is still hard. He laughs your surprise and says, “It’s your lucky day! I’m one of those guys who doesn’t go soft and can have multiple orgasms. Now be a good boy and bend over the bed so I check out that hard ass of yours. All day I was riding behind you, seeing it moving as you peddled and all I could think about, besides fucking your mouth, was sticking my hard cock in that ass.” You do as he says and you feel him caressing your cheeks. He grabs your hard on from behind and begins milking your cock. As he tugs and strokes you, you can’t believe he knows your fantasies. You moan and hope to God you aren’t dreaming! You hear him reach over to his pack and next thing you know a warm liquid is squirting between your ass cheeks as he continues milking you. His other hand begins to smear the lube around your asshole. More lube and you feel his finger begin to push into you. It feels good but as he pushes a second finger in to stretch you, it feels a little uncomfortable. You whimper and feel more lube being squirted. A third finger goes in and it hurts. You clutch the bedspread in your fists and bite it as you muffle your cries. But as he stretches you out more, the pain/pleasure lines blurs and you anticipate what is coming next. You hear the rip of foil on the condom and the squirt of the lube as he rubs it on this cock. He takes his fingers out and stops milking your cock. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for but nothing prepares you for the feel of the tip of his penis pushing against your tight asshole. As he tries to push in, your tighten your sphincter in a spurt of fear. He grabs your hair and says, “Don’t even think about not letting me in. I will do this whether you help or not.” You try to relax but you still tense up as he tries again. “All right. I guess I’m doing this without your help.” He is strong as he grabs your hips and pushes himself through your tight sphincter. The pain is excruciating and you try to push him off of you. He grabs your wrists behind your back and you feel the handcuffs click on them. You whimper submission, knowing you had to let him fuck you now. “Good boy. You know fighting me isn’t going to make this stop. Now I’m going to fuck your ass hard.” He slides part way out and pushes farther in. Each time he pulls back and pushes into you, he gets deeper and deeper until you feel his balls hit your ass cheeks. You can’t believe you took him all the way inside you. Once he is balls deep in your ass, he pumps into you harder and faster. You hear the sound of his balls slapping your ass as your hardon rubs against the bedspread. All you can do is hold on and enjoy the ride. You hear someone saying “Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder! Deeper! Oh God! Don’t stop!” and realize it’s you. He is grunting with each thrust and slapping your ass and that is turning you on even more. Just when you think he’s going to cum in your ass, he pulls out. You cry out in frustration. “I’m doing all the work here. Now I want you to ride me.” He lies down on the bed with his hardon waiting for you. You climb on the bed and straddle him. It’s a little awkward with your hands cuffed but you have really strong legs from all the walking and riding. You can’t grab his cock to position it right to slide it in so he holds it upright for you. With all the lube and previous fucking, he slides right in. But in this position he is in even deeper and you close your eyes in ecstasy. You use your quads to raise and lower yourself on his stiff cock. He grabs your dick and squeezes the base. The two sensations are overwhelming. You have never felt such pleasure in your life. He begins to squeeze your cock from base to tip and back again. You hear your ass slapping his hips every time you slam down. You feel your cock swelling as you cry out “Oh God Yes! I’m going to cum!” As your intense orgasm rips through you, you feel him cum in your ass. As you try to catch your breath and not pass out from the pleasure you see him swirl your cum on his stomach and use his fingers to bring it to his mouth. “Mmmmm. Just like I always fantasized your cum would taste.” As he goes soft inside your ass, you roll off him. You can’t believe what just happened. You feel the him release the handcuffs and say, “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve asked a friend to join us on this trip and he’ll meet us tomorrow morning. I know your ass will be sore so that will give us plenty of excuses to stop and have you suck us off. He has some friends who will meet us at tomorrow night. I hope you won’t be too tired for us to gangbang you. But even if you are, we’ll tie you up and force you anyway.” You can still feel the sensation of his hard cock in your ass and the taste of his sperm in your mouth as you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face. Maybe you will drag out to the trip the full 12 days…
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First off my name is Joe. I am 14 years old 5'6" about 155lbs. I hay just have always been never been able to tell my friends or any of my family. Let me tell you about my brothers 11 year old friend CJ. He is probably about 5' id say 90lbs. Blonde hair blue eyes. So sexy. Ever since i have been able to jerk off i have always pictured CJ. It was probaly around 1:00 pm and it was summer vacation so i was home with my brother. CJ came over to hang out with my brother. Thomas (my brother) had a doctors appt to go to at 1:30 so my aunt came to pick him up just as CJ was walking in. CJ was kinda bummed because no one was home at his house so he had nothing to do. I told CJ that he could hangout with me until Thomas returned at 3:00. CJ was very happy, he walked into the living room and started channel surfing. I told CJ i had try on my new football gear and asked if he minded if i changed in the living room since i wanted to watch the program on TV. Of course he didnt mind so i went to my room stripped down to my boxers got my football bag and walked downstairs. As soon as CJ saw me i could tell he was checking me out. I started to get hard thinking of him naked and sucking my cock. CJ didnt play football so i thought i could push my luck and strip down naked. "Hey CJ you dont mind me being naked in front of you while putting my football gear on do you?" "Uh n..no its fine i dont mind" I took off my boxers and started putting on ter i made sure my football gear. After I made sure all the gear fit. I took it off and once again i was naked in front of this beautiful 11 year old. He changed the channel and i told him to change it back. He wouldnt. I told him to change it or i would kick his ass, still he wouldnt change it. i grabbed him picked him up and threw him on the ground and we started playfully wrestling. After a couple mins i pinned him and he tapped out. We were both sweating so he took off his shirt. he was still wearing his sweatpants and i told him if he wantted he could take off the sweatpants too. There it was me and him in my living room me buck ass naked with a raging hardon and him with his boxers on with his little hardon poking a tent in his boxers. I decided to push my luck. I bent over to get the remote off the ground with my ass right in his face. I heard him let out a small moan, I looked at him. "So you like looking at asses dont you?" "Ye...yea kinda, they make me like hypnotized or something." I bent over in front of him, rubbed my ass and said hypnotize really sexy. He pretended to faint. I thought this was my chance and i laid in top of him with my ass in his face and my face in front if his little cock. I sat there in that position for a couple of seconds and then i started to feel him kissing my ass and giving me a rim job. I pulled his boxers off and threw them across the room and looked at his about 5" cock. I went to work on it sucking and sucking and sucking. I heard him start to moan. and he faintly said "Im gunna cum" Seconds later he erupted in my mouth. It seemed like he went on forever, i would swallow a mouthful and seconds later there was a whole nother mouth full. After he was finaly down cumming i turned around so we were mouth to mouth. We looked into eachothers eyes and started to makeout very passionatly. After about 15 minutes of making out he looked at me and said okay its your turn to unload. He had me get off of him and told me to lay down. CJ then got on top of me like i was on him. I went to work giving him a rim job and making out with his perfect virgin ass hole. The way thay boy sucked my cock was unbelieveable he did great After about minute i cummed into his mouth. We lay there for a couple of minutes until he told me to stick it in him. I had him get on all fours and lubed him up with my spit. " Joe please stick it in me please i cant take it" With that said i rammed my 6" into his ass hole. He cried out in pain I told him not to worry that the pain would be over soon. After a couple of minutes he started moaning and telling me he was going to cum again. I told him on the count of three to cum so we could at the same time. We both erupted him on the carpet and me in his asshole. We both lay down him on top of me are dicks rubbing against eachother "Oh Joe i love you so much i have always wanted you" "CJ i love you too never leave me" We started to makeout and eventually fell asleep in eachothers arms cuddling A couple of hours later we woke up to the sound of car doors which meant my brother was back from the doctors. We both hurried to throw our clothes on and clean up the now dried cum on the carpet. Just as Thomas was walking in the living room CJ was pulling his shirt over his head "Hey guys what did you do while i was at the doctors?" "Nothing bro i was just putting on my football gear while CJ watched a movie, Guys my carpool is hear so im going to football I will see you later. Oh and Thomas mom wanted you to call her when she got home." Just as Thomas walked out of the room me and CJ snuck a quick makeout. COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED<3333
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Chapter III- Linda and Cindy I called Cindy at work that evening, and asked her if she was still ready to squeal like a pig. She said yes, and to pick her up in the parking lot at eleven thirty. I picked her up, on schedule, and we went out for a drink or three before getting to the main event. As we were driving to one of our favorite spots, down on the lake, Cindy surprised me by pulling out a small cigarette box with several joints already rolled. She asked if I minded, and was in turn surprised when I said I would join her. What with the smoke and the alcohol, I was getting really horny, and looking forward to Cindy’s tight little asshole. She had some other ideas. When we got parked at the lake, Cindy already had my dick out of my pants, and was jacking a little on it. I moved over in the seat to give her better access, and was pleasantly surprised when she opened her mouth and started to go down on me. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and gently, so as not to ruin anything, started to push her head up and down, just a little deeper each time. This went on for a few minutes, then, as always, Cindy quit sucking. Looking up, she said, “You may have to help me take it all the way the first time, or few times. Like you did when you got my ass for the first time. Just hold me down and make me take it.” Well, OK, if that’s the way you want it. I gently pushed her sucking mouth back on my hard member, and continued with my easy up and down, deeper on each stroke, motion. After Cindy got almost three quarters of my length down her mouth, I could feel the back of her throat, and she started to resist some. I eased up, letting her take what she was comfortable with for a few more strokes, then gently pushed her head down further until I felt the back of her throat again. This time, she took a few more strokes before starting to resist, and I eased up again. Then, she increased the depth of her own up and down motion, and made an effort to take more of my dick down her throat. By this time, I could hold back no longer, so I grabbed the back of her head and shoved as hard as I could, and spurted a massive load of cum down her throat. I don’t know if she gagged, or choked, or swallowed hard, but something that she did caused me to spurt again, and I was completely drained, laying back against the pickup door. Cindy crawled out of the truck, and got two beers out of the ice chest in the back. She opened them with the opener on the ice chest, handed one to me, and lit another joint. We smoked the joint and drank beer, and finally, Cindy started to talk. “I don’t know why I never did that for you before. I know you wanted me to, and I didn’t mind doing a partial, but the idea of somebody squirting cum in my mouth just grossed me out. Somebody else did it to me once, forced me, and I’ve hated the idea since. With somebody I want to cum in my mouth, it’s not too bad, but I think you will have to “help” me for a few more times. But I will do it for you, anytime you want me to, now.” I said that now that she had started, she had better be ready for more. She grinned and nodded, and as if to prove it, took my flaccid dick in her hand, pumped it a few times, and went down on me some more. I started to get hard again, and we de-assed the truck for a blanket on the ground. Cindy dug in her oversized purse, and produced the “Ass Blisterer”. Then she got on her hands and knees, and stuck her ass up in the air. I willingly proceeded to smack first one cheek, then the other, sometimes getting low on her chubby thighs and producing loud yelps. She wanted a time out, and when I paused, went to her oversized purse once more and produce a tube of KY jelly. “For when you are ready to use it,” she said. Then she resumed her head down, ass up, hands and knees position, and wiggled her ass at me! I applied the paddle several more times to her plump cheeks, then lubed her little brown rosebud up and plunged deep into her ass. “EEEEEE……” Cindy was squealing like a pig. I continued to pump in and out of her ass, and she continued to squeal. I felt her shudder twice in orgasm, but with the alcohol, the pot, and the recent blow-job, I was able to ride, ride, ride. When I finally felt my own impending orgasm, I pulled out of Cindy’s well used little brown hole, and blistered her ass for a few more strokes. She was sobbing, squealing, crying, and begging me not to stop in a long, incoherent babble. I dropped the “Ass Blisterer” and spread Cindy’s well lubed ass cheeks. When I entered her tight, hot little brown starfish, she squealed her loudest “EEEEEEEEE….” yet, and collapsed under me, even as I achieved my own orgasm, and pumped squirt after squirt of hot cum in her ass. Next day, when Cindy called, she was as bubbly and happy as I had ever heard her. She wanted me to come by after work so we could discuss a few new things she wanted to try. Hey, if getting her ass blistered and a good throat- fuck made her that happy, why not new things? Not to mention one super-duper ass fucking, which both of us really got off on. Turned out, she wanted some new things to spank her ass with, and some other toys. She also wanted what she called some decent smoke. Said the stuff she had wasn’t really good. And, she still was on that threesome kick, but had an idea that she thought I might go for. So, I built two more paddles, long enough to catch both cheeks of Cindy’s ample ass. One, I drilled a pattern of holes in, the other I left plain. I sanded and polished both as smooth as a baby’s butt. Then, I scrounged around until I found an old saddle cinch strap, and restored it to flexibility with some hand rubbing and neat’s-foot oil. The strap already had some holes in it, and I punched a few more. I could hardly wait to lay that across Cindy’s ass. Last, I cut some switches, or really, rods, off of different types of trees, and peeled them, then whittled and sanded them smooth. I wasn’t too sure about the rods, but Cindy wanted them. She still said that the night I wore her ass out with a willow limb was the most intense sex she had ever had, and wanted to try it again. She just wanted to do it when she had some time off afterward. Next, I had to procure some “decent” pot. Since I had no clue where that was to be obtained, I decided to go see Linda, and see if she was over her snit. Linda was only mildly perturbed because I hadn’t called for two or three days, and wanted to know if she could come over after work, about eleven, eleven thirty. I said OK, and asked if she could score some decent smoke. I gave her some cash, and said I would see her later. When she showed up, we smoked a joint, (which was dynamite shit), and took a shower together. I soaped her all over, more in some places than in others. I shampooed and conditioned her short, raven black hair, and shaved her pits, legs, and the back of her neck, under the short hair there. (She said hair growing out on her neck under her short style prickled.) Then, getting out of the shower, I shaved her pussy, and rubbed her freshly shaved areas with a lotion she had brought that she said was better than baby oil. All this time, she had washed me really good all over, and inspired a raging hard-on where her small hand was soaping and fondling my balls and shaft. I carried her into the bedroom, and proceeded to eat he freshly shaved pussy until she shuddered, moaned, and begged me to fuck her. I turned her over, put her on her hands and knees, and fucked her doggy-style until we were both exhausted and satiated. I went to sleep with her small body cuddled up against me. When I awakened, Linda had washed all the dishes, cleaned up the bathroom, picked up all the dirty clothes, and was sitting, smoking a cigarette and drinking coffee she had made. We said “good morning,” and I went to relieve myself and get a cup of coffee. I could tell something was a little off, but didn’t know what it was. Linda was quick to let me know. “I want to ask you something,” she started off. “What?” I said. She reached into the couch cushions and produced one of the paddles I had made for Cindy, and hadn’t even got to use yet. “What is this for? Or who is it for? Do you want to use it on me? Is it for somebody else? Tell me.” So, cornered like a rat, I lied like a dog. I told her the paddle was something I used on a previous girlfriend, because she liked it, and had intended to give it to her one of these days. Not quite the truth, but close. I most surely intended to “give it” to Cindy right across her chubby ass. “Hummm” Linda said. “Don’t give it back to her yet. Do you enjoy spanking?” I said I did. “Why haven’t you ever spanked me?” she asked. I said because she hadn’t ever mentioned it, and I didn’t want to force her, or hurt her, or make her do anything she didn’t want to do. “Don’t give the paddle back,” she said. “I might want to try it. It sounds weird, it might hurt too bad, or, it might be like getting fucked in the ass. Great after you try it and get used to it. I want to think about it for a while.” I said OK, but was mentally thinking that Linda was not going to really like getting spanked, much less her ass blistered, like Cindy did. I mean, Cindy sometimes had an orgasm when being spanked. I know it made her super horny, and the more she got her ass spanked, the wilder she got. Sometimes she asked me to continue to spank her ass past the point I was ready to fuck her, but she really got off on it. So Linda left, and I felt I had dodged a bullet. I told her I couldn’t see her that night, since we were coming off days off, and going on six ‘til two shift. She worked three ‘til eleven, and I couldn’t wait up for her and make it to work the next morning. She said “OK. Call me!” and was out the door. Working daylights, I didn’t have the time for either Cindy or Linda, due to getting up so early, but Cindy arranged to swap shifts with a co-worker one day that week, and I said I would pick her up after I dropped the crew off and showered. Thursday, the day I had set aside for Cindy, I dropped off the crew, had a nice stiff drink and a hot shower, gathered up Cindy’s toys, had another stiff drink, and was off to pick up Cindy. When I arrived at Cindy’s house, she gathered up her oversize purse, shouted “Bye” to her teenage daughters, and away we went. She had arranged for a cabin down on the lake, since my apartment was out, because of Linda, and Cindy’s tendency to be loud during spanking and sex, and her kids were home. The cabin was fairly isolated, with a kitchenette and two twin beds, and a living-sitting room with a couple of overstuffed chairs and ottomans. We got to the cabin, and Cindy rolled us a joint. After a few hits, she pronounced it good pot, and I told her I wanted her topless. She complied by removing her top and bra, and I played with her nipples for a while, and then tied her hands behind her back, with a loop around her neck that forced her to hold her head back, and made her breasts stick out. Next, I applied some ice to her outthrust nipples, making them get hard, and stick out even further. I applied the alligator jaws to the tips of her nipples, getting a squeal for each nipple I clamped. I let her wander around a bit, occasionally giving her a hit off the joint, or feeding her a sip of my Crown and seven. Next, I had her sit in one of the overstuffed chairs, and give me some head, spaced out with sips of the Crown and seven, which she swirled around my dick before swallowing. The way she was tied, the loop around her neck kept her from going as deep as I wanted her to, so I re-tied her hands around her waist, and stripped her pants and panties off while I had her standing up. I gave her the last hit off the roach, and laid it aside. Cindy held the smoke for a long time, and after I had a tie around her waist and both hands tied down, I decided to add another, running through her crotch. This one, I pulled fairly tight, getting the tie right between her pussy lips. Next, I bent her over the back of the chair, and arrayed the paddles, strap, and rods in the seat, where she could see them. I told her I was going to use all of them until I got the loudest squeal! I paddled and strapped Cindy’s ass until it was red, then, with her still bent over the chair, fucked her little brown rosebud until we both climaxed, she several times. She squealed, yelped, cried and begged me for more. I still cannot believe how much she got off on having her ass beaten on, but she could take more than my arm could give. I untied her, and we fixed another drink. With Cindy and I both sitting naked, we sipped drinks and discussed the paddles and strap. Cindy liked both of the paddles, said the smooth one was a “stinger” and the one with holes was a “double dose of ass blister.” She said the cinch strap was as close to ecstasy as anything she had experienced since I had whipped her ass with the willow rod that night. I hadn’t used any of the three or four rods I had cut and polished for her yet, and she sort of wondered how they would feel. Her chubby ass and the backs of her thighs were already so red that I thought that even Cindy would have had enough by now. We smoked another joint, and by this time we had the munchies bad. We took a quick shower together, and I left to stock up on a couple of cheeseburgers and some junk food. I left Cindy with clothespins on her nipples and orders not to remove them. Of course, when I got back, she had taken the pins off, so I bent her over the chair, and gave her about ten licks across her ass and the backs of her thighs with one of the rods before we ate. Even with her ass red, hot, and beaten earlier, she said she liked the rod across her ass! We ate, smoked and drank some more, and sat around until I decided that it was time for Cindy to blow me. What with the earlier workout in her tight little bunghole, she sucked for a long time, with me giving her encouragement by pushing her head down and sometimes pulling her down by the hair. After a while, I made her kneel on the ottoman, and fucked her doggy style with me standing up. That woman had the hottest, tightest pussy I was ever into. I sacked out on one of the beds for a while, and when Cindy woke me up, it was time to leave if I was going to make it to work. Since she was already dressed, I pulled her pants down and strapped her ass a few times right before we left. As we drove back to town, I had Cindy down across the pickup seat, sucking on my dick all the way back to town. I finally had to pull up in her driveway and hold her head down while I came in her mouth, but I went to work worn out and well satisfied! Later that week, after we had worked our six days of day shift, I called Linda and asked if she wanted to come over after she got off at eleven. With almost three days off, I planned a little S&S (sucking and sex) with Linda, and hoped Cindy wouldn’t interfere. Usually, after a good ass blistering, it was a few days before Cindy was ready for another round.
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Chapter IV Linda and Cindy, and a little history. After work Friday afternoon, I stocked up on groceries, stopped off at the liquor store, and went home for a shower and nap before Linda was scheduled to arrive at eleven or so. Sure enough, Linda showed up around midnight, having made a quick trip home for some clothes and getting stoned to the gills while she was going and coming back. I was out of my shorts and had Linda out of her cut-offs and tube top less than five minutes after she walked in the door, and on her knees with my dick down her throat in about six minutes. Linda withdrew her hot little mouth after a few deep-throats, and asked if I wanted to spank her? I did, but wanted to throat-fuck her, too. I didn’t think she was going to get off on being spanked very much, but the idea of paddling that cute little ass was very appealing, so, I said yes, I would very much like to spank her. I sat on the couch, and positioned Linda over my knees. The way she was built, and as small as she was, she could rest her arms on the floor, and have her cute little bare ass upturned right over my lap. I started off with some light hand spanks, alternating from one cheek to the other, and Linda was giggling and saying that being spanked was more like being tickled. After I had spanked her with my hand long enough to get her butt warm and red, I pulled her up and told her to bend over the back of the couch. I retrieved the paddle with no holes in it from the couch cushions, and rubbed it across Linda’s warm red ass a little before applying the first lick. I put the first one right across her pretty little ass cheeks, just hard enough to sting a bit. Then, I gave her four or five more, ending up with a fairly hard stinger right at the junction of her butt and thighs. By this time, her giggles had turned into sharp gasps and small yelps. While she was still bent over the couch, I applied a generous dollop of KY to her little brown starfish and entered her ass with my now raging hard dick. She moaned and begged me to go easy, but the excitement of paddling her and the heat generated from her red little ass pressed up against me was too much. I stroked into her up to my balls, and then continued a slow, in and out rhythm until I felt her start to push back against me. I continued to stroke into her, while she moaned louder and pushed down on the couch with her hands, attempting to get me deeper in her backdoor hole. I felt her start to shudder and shake in the first of her orgasms, and drove into her harder, which put me over the edge and resulted in a lot of cum being pumped into her tight little brown hole. I remained in her ass for a long time, and she was gasping and shuddering, still in the aftermath of a very intense anal orgasm. Much later, after we had smoked another couple of joints and finished off most of a bottle of wine, we got the munchies bad. Linda was parading around my small kitchen naked except for a pair of black satin panties, getting together Spam, cheese, chips, dip, canned black olives, a sliced apple, and anything else she found and could lay out on the table. As we munched and I watched Linda’s delightful little titties flop, she asked if I ever wondered about where or when she learned to give blow-jobs. I confessed I had not given it much thought, just assumed that she had natural talent, for which I was extremely grateful! She giggled, and took another drag off the joint we were sharing. Then she proceeded to tell me how she learned to give blow-jobs, and smoke pot. (Here I was forced to delete several paragraphs, due to underage content. Suffice be it to say, Linda was taken advantage of in her pre-teen years by two slightly older cousins, coerced into performing sexual acts, and horribly molested. Bear in mind, I do not condone any sort of pedophilia, but her story was relayed to me back in the early to mid 80s and I told it as I remembered it. She was well above the age of consent when our relationship started.) I cuddled her up and carried her off to bed, and we slept a pot induced sleep until she woke me by sucking on my dick. Didn’t take long to get me really hard, and I stroked in and out down her throat for what seemed a long time. She was swirling her tongue around my shaft, and every so often giving me a great sensation by doing a tongue flutter right behind my glans. I ended up kneeling over her face, both hands wrapped around her small head, with my dick down her throat up to my balls. I really exploded when I came, so deep in her throat it felt like I shot cum on her tonsils. After that, we both had no trouble going back to sleep. When we awakened later that morning, Linda seemed slightly subdued and melancholy, and preferred to shower alone and get ready for work. She went in early, and later called and cancelled that night, saying she didn’t feel well. Without much to do, I got dressed and went out for a beer or three. Talked to some friends, danced with some ladies, and had a fairly good time ‘til about eleven-thirty, or so. That’s when Cindy walked in. I was OK with that, but about three minutes later, here comes Jackie. Rat shit! I danced with Cindy, and we drank some, but Jackie monopolized Cindy, and the conversation, and in general, was just being a little blond spoiled bitch. Finishing my beer, I asked Cindy if she wanted a last dance, as I was about to head for the barn. Sure enough, Jackie had to jump up and say that I couldn’t leave, I hadn’t danced with her yet. So I got another beer, and the girls another drink, and went to dance with Jackie. I would have just as soon French kissed a rattlesnake. Jackie did her best to create dissention between Cindy and me. When I took her in my arms to dance, I tried to be distant, but she pulled me in close, and snuggled those big tits up against my chest, breathing in my ear and even licked my neck. I knew Cindy was probably watching all this, so I told Jackie to settle down, and we managed to finish the dance. I grabbed Cindy up for the next dance as soon as Jackie and I got back to the table, and told her that all of Jackie’s going on was not anything I wanted, or encouraged. Cindy still seemed to be a little pissy about the whole thing. When I asked her if she wanted to come over to my place after she ditched Jackie, she asked if I had rather Jackie came over after Jackie ditched her? I said I would just as soon face-fuck a bitch wolf with rabies as to have anything to do with Jackie. Cindy giggled a little bit about face-fucking a bitch wolf, and said she might come over if she could get rid of Jackie. I left, went home, and went to sleep on the couch. Cindy never showed. Next morning, I woke up early, said the hell with women, and went fishing. I got back home about dark, and was cleaning fish when the phone rang. It was Linda, saying she was sorry about being a no-show last night, and could she make it up to me tonight? Super duper, extra special, all the way, extra pickles, blow-job? Spank her ass over the couch? Anything else I could dream up, Linda was willing. She seemed really contrite about missing out last night. I said OK, I will come up with something extra perverted, and I would see her right after eleven. I went back to cleaning fish, and had just gotten finished when the phone rang again. This time, it was Cindy. She was so sorry about last night, couldn’t get rid of Jackie, hated to leave me hanging, sorry for her pissy mood, knew I didn’t want Jackie, and could she make it up to me, tonight? I told her I had other plans, why didn’t she spend her time with Jackie, since she couldn’t get rid of her. I hung up with Cindy fairly upset. Linda showed up right after eleven o’clock, and as soon as she was in the door, I kissed her deep, and started stripping her out of her waitress uniform. Naked, I hustled her into a warm shower, soaped her petite little body, shampooed and conditioned her short, raven black hair, and took her off to bed, still wet. I nibbled the water off her pert little brown nipples, kissed on down her taught belly, and spent some time tonguing her belly-button. All this time, Linda was squirming in ecstasy, and occasionally emitting a moan or a gasp. When I had kissed and nibbled down to her bare pussy, I began to lick and tongue her lips and clit, producing more and more gasps, moans and expressions of pleasure. When I had eaten her to at least two orgasms, I scrunched up her small body and entered her easily, in a missionary position. I continued to gently fuck her, and found that either she had gotten tighter, or I had grown some in the dick department. What with the extended foreplay, and the oral prelude, it wasn’t too long before Linda was bucking away beneath me, having orgasm on top of orgasm. I pinned her down to where I could get the most contact with her cunt, and drove home as deep and hard as I could, until I climaxed inside her for what seemed a long time. She actually screamed as one last, shuddering orgasm overtook her as I was cumming, as deep in her tight hole as I could get. I awakened late morning with Linda’s cute little butt pressed up against me, and slid out of bed. I headed for the shower, and just as I got the water hot enough, was joined by a sleepy Linda. She stuck her head under the spray, wetting her short hair, and vigorously scrubbed her face with both hands. “Hi”, she said, as she turned to face me. We soaped each other, then rinsed and enjoyed the hot water spray for a few more minutes. I started running my fingers through Linda’s pussy-lips and ass crack, and she wiggled back against my hand and moaned with pleasure. I turned her so she was facing the shower wall, and then soaped her pretty little brown ass liberally. With soap for a lube, I pushed my now hard dick about halfway into her tightest hole. She squealed a bit, and then started to try to push back against me. I finally managed to sink my pole all the way up her tight little ass, then started a slow, easy fucking rhythm. We fucked under the warm spray of the shower until it grew cold, and I finally came deep in Linda’s tight little poop chute. We were both exhausted, and just lazed around for the rest of the day, ‘til about two o’clock, when we both had to leave for work. I had to work a double that night, due to a no-show, and when I got home, flopped into bed and slept until I had to get up and go back to work. I didn’t talk to Linda for a couple of days, and I guess Cindy was still pissy about the way our last conversation had ended. I decided to let Cindy call when she was ready, and not go crawling. Turned out, Cindy had been calling, but I had been at work.
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Chapter One-Cindy This is a true chronicle. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Her name was Cindy, and she worked the evening shift at the local Seven-Eleven. In those better days, stores provided free coffee to customers, and my crew and I always stopped at Cindy’s store to grab cigarettes and whatever on the way to the rig. One evening, Jake asked me if I had ever noticed that Cindy was always reading a Penthouse Forum when we came in. I hadn’t noticed, but would check it out the next time we stopped in. Cindy was about five four, short red hair, just slightly plump, and had a massive set of knockers. Truly awesome in the mammary department. She also had a suggestive way of carrying on a conversation, turning a lot of things into a sexual innuendo. Next day, I looked over the counter where she had laid down her Penthouse and asked her what she was reading. She blushed a little, and flashed the small book, mumbling something about “just whatever, to pass the time.” I got really bold, and asked if she had ever tried any of it, or did she have any favorites? She got a little redder, and said no, but some of it was really interesting. Totally emboldened now, I said she should mark some passages and I would buy the book she was reading the next day. Then the crew started honking and hollering, and I had to go. She didn’t commit, either way. Next afternoon, when we stopped, Cindy’s friend Jackie was in the store. Jackie was a petite blond, big tits, always dressed like a girly-girl, and was a total prick teaser. Not only a prick teaser, she did her best to interfere with anyone talking to Cindy when she was around. Jackie always had to be the center of attention, and was a real pain in the ass. The crew and I got our stuff, paid, and left. Later, when I got into my sack from the store, I found a small Penthouse Forum tucked into the bottom of the sack. No marked passages, but there was a note that said I should mark what interested me and return the book the next day. I read the whole thing, cover to cover, and there was some really kinky stuff in there. I thought at the time, people were making this up, or Penthouse was writing stuff just to sell. Little did I know! I marked some pretty vanilla passages, mostly straight sex and some blow-jobs, and tucked the little magazine away in my truck. When we stopped by the store the next day, I made the magazine hand off to Cindy, and found a new Penthouse Forum in the bottom of my sack. This time, there were two marked passages, and Cindy’s phone number at home, and at the store. I called that night, and we talked for a while, but with one thing and another, couldn’t get together. Work got really busy, the rig moved, and our hours changed, so I didn’t get to see Cindy for several days. One of the crew came to work and told me that the “little red head at the store wants you to call her.” I called as soon as I got off work and found a phone, and Cindy had won some tickets to a concert, and did I want to go with her? Did I? I made some arrangements, got someone else to work for me the next night, and was right on time to pick Cindy up at the Seven-Eleven. Trouble was, Jackie was there, and wanted Cindy to do something else, with her, and I really thought that the concert was down the drain, for a little while. We finally shook Jackie, and headed for Billy Bob’s Texas, about a two hour drive. We did a lot of talking on the way there, and she felt up my dick, had her hands inside my pants, and I felt up her tits, and got my hand on her snatch, so we had to pull over and straighten up before we went into Billy Bob’s. We danced, drank, felt each other up some more, and finally left and found the nearest motel. I don’t remember the name of the motel, just that I had Cindy’s clothes off about two minutes after we got in the door, and that when I tried to enter her, after some very minimal fore-play, she was the tightest pussy I had ever encountered! So we did some more fore-play, and I fingered her clit and lips until her lube juices started to flow, and tried again. She was still incredibly tight, and hot. Hotter than I had ever experienced. What with the alcohol, and the delayed entry, and whatever, I didn’t last very long, was really “quick out of the chute”, but Cindy managed to cum twice, anyway, the second one she shuddered and squealed so loud I thought we would probably have someone knocking at the door in a few minutes! We rested, just holding each other, and I told Cindy I would try to do better the next time. She snuggled her butt up against me and assured me that that was the “best she had been done in a long, long, time.” Somewhat reassured, I tried to rest for a few minutes, but with Cindy, there was no resting. She took my dick in her soft little hand, and rubbed and jacked and rolled those big titties on me until I couldn’t resist, and was hard again. I tried to get her to blow me, but she wouldn’t do that. I was disappointed, after all the Penthouse Forum talk, but contented myself with what was at hand, and soon had a raging hard-on, and was fucking Cindy wildly in the missionary position. Her pussy was just as hot and almost as tight as the first time, but this time, I had one of those beer hard-ons that just wouldn’t quit, and fucked her until she squealed and screamed so loud I had to muffle her mouth with a pillow. I finally came, spewing what seemed like a gallon of cum in that hot pussy, and she was moaning into that pillow for ten minutes after we finished. We slept for a couple of hours, and I woke up with Cindy’s nice big butt snuggled up into my dick, which was again semi-hard. A little rubbing against her wet, hairy snatch, and semi-hard became hard, and I slipped into her from behind. She wasn’t fully awake, but when I started pumping into her, with a big tit in each hand, she came awake and grabbed a pillow to squeal into. After that was over, we drifted off again, and didn’t wake up until sunlight was coming through the blinds. We jumped into the shower together, and Cindy washed me all over with hot water and motel soap. I washed her all over too, and would have tried to fuck her in the shower, but she pleaded that she had to make work and was also sore as hell. We got back in the truck, and started driving home. After about forty miles, out of Dallas proper, Cindy started playing with my dick, and got it out of my pants. I was thinking BLOW-JOB, but she would only get down and suck a couple of times, then jack me off some more. This went on almost a half hour, before she got me off in her hand, and caught the cum in a purloined motel hand towel that she had brought for just that purpose. After the road trip, I managed to get together with Cindy about three or more times a week. We would meet after work, and go out to secluded roads and fuck on a blanket, sometimes to her house, and occasionally to a motel. Always we would fuck like minks, and Cindy never got any looser in the pussy department. Then she bought some KY jelly, and I started to eat her some before intercourse, and it was a lot easier to get in her. She was always the hottest pussy I was ever into. Even after I started to eat her on a regular basis, (which made her squeal and scream louder than getting fucked), she never would give me a blow-job. She got where she would suck me hard, then stop and want to fuck, no matter how much I bitched, griped, pleaded, begged or bribed. One night after we had both got off work at 11:00, I picked Cindy up in the local honky-tonk parking lot, where we could leave her car until 2:00 AM without it being noticed, then went out to the lake where there was a spot that no one that didn’t know it was there could drive to. We fooled around in the cab of the truck for a while, and then Cindy wanted to get out where there was more room. For some reason, we threw the blanket over the tailgate of the truck, and I laid Cindy down in the bed so I could stand up and fuck her. We fucked hot and heavy for a few minutes, with Cindy squealing and moaning, as usual. I pulled her out of the bed, and bent her over the tailgate, because we both liked how much deeper I could get in her from behind. She really liked to be on her knees and be done doggy style, but bent over a tailgate was just as good. Her juices and some KY had run down the crack of her ass, and while I was humping into her, I let my thumb brush over her asshole. She moaned and squealed, so I rubbed her little brown rosebud with my thumb, rubbing in her slickness and the KY. She moaned louder, so I got the KY tube and squirted a dollop on her little brown pucker, and worked it with my thumb, banging her from behind all the time. I slipped my thumb into her tightest hole, and she went wild, humping back against me and trying to get more dick in her pussy and more thumb in her ass. This went on for a few more pumps, and I pulled my thumb and my dick out. “Get ready” I told her. “No!” she screamed, “I’ve never done it there!” But it was too late to stop me now, and I had a hard-on that would have done credit to a stud horse. I was at the entrance of her starfish, and then about half in, I hit her inner sphincter. Her ass was tight, and if anything, hotter than her pussy. She had gone silent when I entered her asshole, but when I put enough push into her to get all the way in, she squealed! “Eeee!” “Unh” I pushed in deeper. “Eeee!” “Unh” I pulled out to the head, then pushed in all the way. “Eeeee, eeeee, eeeeee!” I pushed in, pulled out, and every time I did, Cindy squealed. Finally, her rosebud got lubed enough with all the KY, and I steadied down to a rhythm, and she was only squealing on the in strokes. “Do you like this?” I bent over and asked her. “I don’t know. It’s tight and hot and hurts! You got my asshole cherry, you bastard! Eeeee!” She continued to squeal and I continued to pump in and out of her asshole. She never quit squealing, but soon enough, she started to push back against me, and her rosebud was lubed and slick so I could pump in and out fairly well. I finally came, squirting hot cum deep in Cindy’s tight little poop chute, and when I did, she squealed her loudest “Eeeeee!” and shuddered all over as she got her own release. She told me later that an anal orgasm was more intense than any other, and after that, I believed her. She lay over the tailgate, twitching and shuddering, and I lay over her, with my softening dick still inside her. I couldn’t move for about ten minutes or so, after that. Later, as we were driving back to town, Cindy asked that I never fuck her ass when we were in a motel, or at her house. She said that she had to squeal like a pig to enjoy it. I started calling her my Little Miss Piggy and she would just smile, and never say a word. When I asked her what it felt like, she said, “You feel like a broom stick being shoved up my ass that stretches me out and hits all the right places. Now that you got my cherry, I think I like it.” We continued to meet and fuck, and sometimes Cindy would ask me if I wanted to “make me squeal like a pig?” Of course, I always did, and I enjoyed ass-fucking her and she loved to be fucked in the ass. We also continued to read and discuss Penthouse Forum stuff, and I got the idea I wanted to shave Cindy’s pussy. At first, she was against it, but I continued to bring it up, and finally she agreed to try it. I got a new razor, and some shaving crème, and we went to a motel for the night. After a hot shower, I lathered Cindy’s crotch up, and while she was lying back on the bed, proceeded to shave her bare. Her pussy lips pouted out with no hairy bush to cover them, and when I had her completely slick, I turned her over and shaved the sparse hairs out of her ass crack. She looked so good, and I got so horny shaving her, that I just had to eat her to several orgasms before I mounted her doggy style and fucked her so hard I was banging her head up against the headboard of the bed. I kept her shaved bare for a long time, and she enjoyed being shaved, and the aftermath, which was usually a long session of pussy eating. I mostly didn’t shave her ass crack again, because if not shaved down regularly, half grown hairs can really be prickly on your dick! Cindy then got the idea that she wanted to try bondage, and maybe some light S&M. I didn’t have a problem with the bondage, so we got some cheapo neckties on sale, and I started to tie Cindy up and gag her before fucking her. I would tie her hands behind her back, or make her kneel and tie her arms behind her legs, and fuck her doggy-style. Once, I tied her ankles to her bedposts, bent her over and tied her wrists behind her knees, gagged her, and proceeded to lube her up and ass-fuck her in her own bed. (Her kids were gone at the time, and we were both fairly drunk.) We tried several things we read in Penthouse, mostly S&M stuff, and usually Cindy wanted it tried on her. I spanked her ass with my hand, a belt, and a Ping-Pong paddle that she got for us. Later, I got another paddle and took the rubber surface off, sanded it smooth, and drilled holes in it. Cindy called that one the “Ass Blisterer”. (She really got off on having her ass blistered.) I had to carry a paddle in my truck, because once when we were at the lake, I started spanking her with my hand. She said it wasn’t getting the job done, so I cut a willow limb, and wore her out across her big ass and almost to the back of her knees, then fucked her in the ass. She screamed, howled, squealed, and finally cried. She was wringing wet with sweat, and panting like a steam engine. So was I. Later, she told me it was one of the most intense sex experiences she had ever had, but the welts from the willow rod didn’t go down for days. We went to a sex shop, and got her a set of nipple clamps. Cindy had nipples that stuck out nearly an inch when aroused, and I found that she liked to have them played with, bitten, (not to hard, just nipped), clamped, and even iced. Her nips really stood up when I would tie her up and rub them with ice cubes. Later, we found that common clothes pins worked better than her nipple clamps, gripping harder and getting more surface. Even better was a small set of electrical clamps, called “alligator jaws.” Cindy said that they felt like I had my teeth on both of her tits and wouldn’t let go. Whatever we tried, and whatever Cindy got done to her, we always looked for something new. The only thing lacking was her reluctance to give a complete blow-job. She just said she didn’t want to. I couldn’t get any further than that. One night, when I had her tied up, clothes pins on her nipples, and had thoroughly warmed her ass with the ping-pong paddle; I thought she was going to go all the way with sucking my dick. I stayed in her mouth until I was almost there, but she managed to pull off, and begged me to fuck her tits. I had titty-fucked her a few times, but we both usually preferred me to cum in her ass, or her hot little pussy. That woman had the hottest holes I ever experienced. Anyway, titty-fucking didn’t work out to well with her tied and clamped, so I bent her over on the carpet and fucked her ass, after I got it pretty well blistered with the ping-pong paddle again. She said she didn’t sit down for three days. I’ll admit I blistered her ass pretty good because of frustration, but she squealed like a pig and enjoyed it anyway. Cindy and I had one serious falling out, and we nearly didn’t get back together again. She wanted to try a DP. I didn’t want to share my sex experiences with her with another man. I asked how she was going to pull off a DP when she wouldn’t suck a dick all the way, and she said that wasn’t what she had in mind. She wanted to be fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time. I was NOT receptive to doing her that way with another man involved. She still refused to give me a complete blow-job, and I was getting more and more obsessed with running my dick down her throat and face fucking her tonsils. So, we had a spat, and parted.
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I can't tell you exactly when I first saw him looking, Millsy I mean. Maybe when me and Faith were rubbing up against each other on the sofa, putting on a show for the lads we worked with. She was beautiful, just sixteen with the most amazing deep brown eyes and great tits...the fact that we were always together didn't help, maybe he was looking at her. It was the night that we were both put on shift alone together that I became aware that he wanted me. He stared at my arse, he stared at my tits, inbetween match of the day and sips of tea. I was sprawled on the sofa trying not to look too interested, and trying to avoid his stares, wondering if he knew how wet he was making my pussy just by looking at me, wondering if he was going to fuck me. He got up...finally some action!! He gave my tits another look, turned and wondered off into the sleep over room. 'Fuck' I thought to myself. A few seconds later he shouted me in too. 'Fee come're!' He was stood by the bed I by rights should have then been asleep in. He sank down on to it and motioned for me to sit down. I obeyed and without another word he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. Clearly he wasn't nervous because within seconds one of his hands was cupping my boob over the top of my tight tank top, fingers roughly massaging my nipple, which was gradually becoming harder. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, when a thought hit my mind. I pulled against the force of his other hand which was pulling the back of my neck to him. 'Your wife??' I spluttered. 'Fuck her, I want you! I know you fucked Carter too and he's married' He looked pissed off at the obvious hesitation on my face. He stood up dropped his jeans, turned to me, his hard cock proud in my face. Stroking my hair for a couple of seconds before roughly directing me towards his rock solid member. 'Besides look at what you did to me...' He whispered. I opened my mouth taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, he was so long thick and hard, I could feel him hitting the back of my throat with force as I licked and sucked, one hand clamped on his arse for support, while he groaned. I could tell I had tears in my eyes before he even said a word. 'No need to cry...you want it too right?' He said stopping his thrusts to look into my eyes while I held his cock in my mouth. he must have been a mind reader because he did exactly what I wanted him to. He pulled his dick out of my mouth. Pushed my legs round onto the bed I didn't need telling to lay down as he crawled up between my legs, hittching my skirt up, pushing my thong aside, god my pussy was soaking. He grinned as he plunged his fingers inside me, looking up at my tear streaked face he stopped what he was doing and removed his fingers, motioning for me to sit up when they were free of my creamy snatch. 'suck your juice of my fingers' he ordered and I did. His eyes burning into me while I did so, a strange little smile on his face. I sucked his fingers with as much effort as I had given his cock, wishing he would fuck me... I didn't have to wait long before he pushed me back down onto the bed, a hand on each of my wrists, his dick sliding inside me easily. I couldn't help moaning loudly as he screwed me, his hips thrusting hard against me, his breath warm on my neck. 'fuck me, do it faster...yeah.' my pussy cleanched tight around his dick as he picked up speed. My body felt like it was on fire, right on the brink of orgasm as he pulled himself right out of me, then rammed ever inch back in again. I was writhing in a fantastic orgasm when I saw Carter stood at the door with look of pure shock on his face. 'Don't let me stop you.' he spat...clearly Millsy didn't intend to let him stop anything, gripping tighter to my wrists, his finger nails digging into my skin as he came deep inside my cunt. I couldn't help but worry about Carter as Millsy shot me a smile before heading off to the ensuite shower. I lay there tits hanging out of my top, skirt up for what seemed like ages before carter came in. 'I told him you were gagging for it...but I never thought you'd actually fuck my mate!' he said quietly. 'Excuse me, but its not like me and you are together now is it? You're married to Anna remember!' I returned. He ran his eyes over me and stopped at my cum filled pussy. 'It didn't bother you before.' His hand was running up my leg. Carter had really strong arms and I loved seeing the shadow of them bearing down on me when he fucked me a few weeks before. A shiver ran up my spine thinking about it. He was toying his fingers up and down my pussy lips now, swirling them around my hole. 'Stand up' he requested. I did so. He knew I was a total sub, we'd actually flirted before our sex session! He put his hands forcefully on my hips spun me so I was facing the window sill and bent me over so I was resting on it. A clicking sound as his belt came undone...zip down, and a few seconds later a hard cock brushing against my arse cheek. I noticed that Millsy had drawn blood where he had dug his nails in and I wondered what punishments Carter would dish out. 'I'm going to teach you, you don't fuck other guys without asking.' A seering pain shot through me as he rammed his dick into my ass. I let out a cry. I was digging my own finger nails into my palms now! His hands firmly pulled my ass down on his cock. 'God your ass is so tight.' damn right it was, I hadn't had alot of anal sex and he was the only guy who had fucked it without lub. He was mercyless...pushing in so hard, and if I hadn't cried when Millsy almost chocked me on his cock, I was openly crying now. A hand slapped down on my arse cheek, burning spreading across my skin. The same hand reached around to my front, slid down my pussy and pinched my clit hard. 'I want you to fucking cum while I fuck you!' he yelled at me pinching my clit again, my pussy squeezed tight as I felt his long hard strokes into my ass, all 8 inches fucking me as hard as he could, his balls bamging off my cheeks, another pinch and his cock came out of my arse and and was rammed into my screaming pussy. I grinded my hips back into him. He groaned loudly. 'God you fuck like a bitch!' I could feel my juices combined with Millsy's running down my legs, but I wanted carters more than anything. 'Do me Carter, make me cum!' I begged him, as I held onto that window sill as tight as I could while he pumped. My pussy began to clench so tight around him, it was intense as I pushed back into him one last time, my body shaking, taken over with a blazing orgasm that made him empty his load inside me too. 'You won't be fucking anyone else without asking will you, bitch?' My ass was so sore I would have said anything...I didn't want it fucking dry again. 'No.' I whispered as he held me to him and I wondered if he knew I was lying.
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It was a midsummer day at the office and everybody was complaining about the temperature although it was still early in the morning. The heat drenched my body with sweat. Dropping into my chair at the office, I turned on the fan and waited for some relief. I was trying to concentrate on my project but after a short time the heat got my thoughts wandering. I decided to take a little time off to surf. I clicked through my favorite sites. Soon I played a video of two girls and a guy. The guy sure looked happy, he was fucking one of the girls and had the other licking the others pussy and his own cock as he rammed into her. When it stopped I changed to another. This time it was two guys fucking one girl. The girl had her lips wrapped around a thick cock that was ramming into her. Which lips? Both. Her mouth was being fucked hard, the guy had a hand in her hair forcing her down on him while the other guy held her hips and thrust into her. My cock twitched in my pants. I looked over to my co-worker and my brain stopped working as all the blood escaped to lower regions. Her skirt was up at her hips and her legs hung loosely apart. She lifted one leg to spread her legs further and revealed a black cotton thong. I could see her lips pressed up against it. There was a darkening of colour in the middle of the fabric. She was wet. My cock stirred again. She sighed and began to fan herself with her blouse unbuttoning it lower. She smiled slightly. Grabbing a handkerchief from her bag she rubbed it between her breasts cleaning up the sweat that had beaded there. She leaned back in her chair and started to tweak her nipples, making them even harder. Those nipples, they always seemed to be ready to go. Always poking through whatever top she wore. Damn that was a turn on. They just demanded attention. I felt my cock working its way up my leg now, just thinking about her and those hard nipples. My fingers traced the stiffness in my pants as she very slowly ran her finger down to her thigh, her hand lingering close to her damp thong. I was mesmerized by what I watched. My hand, undetectable under my desk, was rubbing at my now fast growing bulge. Slowly her fingers began to trace her pussy lips over the wet spot in her thong. My breath became shaky as I gripped my shaft through my pants. She was practically fingering herself. I nearly came in my pants when she pulled her thong to the side and began to run a finger up and down her slit dipping one finger into her wet folds. I needed to get off so bad. It was torture, sitting there in the office watching her masturbate practically in everybodys view, thinking about the things we had done just here. The times I had tasted her breasts, sucked and bit on those delicious nipples, touched her, made her cum. My cock was trying to burst out of my pants. I bit my lip, feeling as if I was going to explode. I locked my computer and groaned „I have to go to the men's room“ I had just reached the facility and closed the door behind me when I ripped my pants open, tugging it and my shorts down to my knees. My cock slapped against my belly. I looked down and saw the head dripping with precum, swollen and throbbing. My fingers wrapped around it, and slipped through the lube I had provided. Without wasting a second I began to stroke it very fast and hard near the tip, knowing this would get me off fast. Just then the outer door opened again and I heard my co-worker say „Am I to late?“ I opened the door slightly with my cock in my hand and showed her my cock jerking in my fingers. She said grinning, "You look tense, I think you need something to relax." All sense left me as her hand wrapped around my throbbing cock. The thrill of being touched by her in our unisex rest-room, where at any moment someone could come in and see us, send a shiver down my spine, arousing me even more. She began to stroke me slowly, her hand moving along my cock, squeezing gently. "Oh yes," I whispered. I urged her to grip it harder and stroke it more forcefully. The pressure around my cock got tighter, wringing a moan from my gut. She stroked it harder and faster, I closed my eyes for a second from the unbearable pleasure. “Ooohh yes.” I sighed, and she further increased the speed in which her fingers moved around my cock. “That’s it. A little harder.” I instructed, and she complied. She increased the pressure of her hand, squeezing hard around me. I wanted to speed things up further and began to rub near the top again while she continued to stroke the lower part of my shaft. My balls were waiting, begging for release. I matched her stroke for stroke. She stroked me so hard that it was on the verge of hurting and that combined with my own hand on my tip brought me to a quick and intense orgasm. I just managed to come into my hand, escaping the need to clean the wand and floor. She handed me some paper tissues and I cleaned myself. I watched her exit and waited for at least a minute before going back to our office. Our colleagues had continued to work, obviously not noticing our combined absence. As she turned to me, greeting me with a broad grin, something in me snapped. I was suddenly tired of playing cat and mouse. She had deliberately teased me with the blow jobs and letting me watch her masturbate, turning me on from day one, and I'd kept fantasizing, allowing it to consume my thoughts for the past several weeks. We chatted online and discussed our sexual preferences and wishes and often these chats turned out to be another method of stimulation, chatting to turn each other on to cum. She exchanged hot porn photos and videos with me, getting me hard and in need of release more often than ever before. She even played in front of me with her dildo, fucking herself with the toy while I could only feel her lips and tongue on me, yearning for the feeling of her pussy around my cock. Yet she never allowed it to go further than that. Our makeout sessions had never taken me as far as I wanted to go with her. Today, I wanted all of her, and that's what I intended to get. I was ready to give this woman the fucking of her life. It was time for her to deliver. As I sat there, looking into her eyes, I knew exactly what I had to do. But I still had to get some additional equipment to drive my point home. Having my pressure released and my resolve reached I could now concentrate on my project and the time to midday passed fast. During the lunch break I drove to an adult store nearby. I had never been to one before. There was one employee at the counter half asleep, and no one else in the store. I walked down the isle of porn videos and found the toy isle. There were strapons and dildos hanging from the racks. There were vibrators in multiple forms and sizes. There was even a thing that looked like a tube but it had lips on the end, for masturbating I assumed. I stood there looking at the assortment and I eventually purchased what I thought I would need at the store. I came up to her in the office when I returned and told her I needed to see her in our office after work. Having prepared everything I turned to my work again, and had a very productive afternoon. I noticed that all other colleagues had already called it a day. I got up, locked the door and walked around the desks until I stood behind her. I just stood there, playing out in my mind what I would do with her, waiting for her to notice me. After two long minutes of waiting she finished her task on the computer and turned around. She stared at the bulge forming in my pants. My arousal was quite evident. She reached out until she felt my cock and started massaging it through my pants. „Like a blow job?" she breathed. I shook my head „I want you. I need to feel your pussy massaging my cock.” She looked at me and said „I couldn’t go all the way.” I told her to look at my computer screen, to have a look at something that would change her mind. Last time when we were making out I had installed a webcam showing the area around my desk. The idea back then was to have some really personal video to look at to get myself off. But this morning, when I reached my resolve to get more of her then she wanted to give, the little video became a much more powerful tool. The video, currently running on my computer screen showed her getting fingered by me and riding out her orgasm on my fingers while I sucked on her breasts. The next scene showed her giving me a blowjob and obviously enjoying herself very much. I went behind her and told her if she kept denying me, I would send the video to her husband and all our colleagues. Her eyes widened with fear and I used her silence to say „I took an erection enhancer just before we started our little meeting here, so I am going to have plenty for you, little cocktease, from now on you are my office toy to use as I please, or you will loose your job and your husband." I turned her around and pushed her back at my desk. I grabbed her ankles and removed her shoes and socks, then reached to her waist and unbuttoned her waistband and unzipped her skirt. As I pulled her zipper down, I pressed against her pubic mound, massaging her sex through the cloth. She squirmed at the touch. I pulled off her skirt, and was pleased to see her black thong again. My cock swelled at the sight. She groaned when I grabbed hold of her breasts, squeezing her flesh through her clothes. My hands meet at the centre of her chest, and I unbuttoned the top button on her blouse. I now moved downward on her chest, unbuttoning as I go. When the last button was free, I pulled the sides of the blouse from her, sliding it to the floor. Faster than I could think, I had undone her bra and pushed it down to join her blouse. Her bare breasts were now resting directly in front of my eyes and I went down on them alternating between both of them sucking hard and biting the nipples. She groaned „No, not so hard, it hurts, you are biting my nipples to hard“. I ignored her and continued my ministrations for a minute or two and was rewarded with the sight of two swollen, hard and wet nipples pointing in my direction. She gasped as she felt my hands on her hips again, and this time they were moving down, carrying her thong downward as they went. The waistband of her thong stretched past the cheeks of her ass, and seconds later she was completely nude while I was still fully dressed. I pushed her down on my desk with her legs spread wide apart. I told her that her job was just to lay there and do what I asked. She had a little frown on her face but didn’t say a word. She looked really scared but she did as I said. I then looked her over and man did she look hot. I spread her legs out a little more, I began to rub her smooth little clit with my hand. She tried to squirm away, but I was far too strong, I easily held her in place. I continued to work on her pussy and clit until, even against her wish her pussy betrayed her and began to get really wet. I let my fingers pass right by her clit, the opening moist from her excitement. I sank my middle two fingers as deep as they would go and brought my thumb to rest on the tip of her clit. I drove my fingers in fast, deep and roughly and then rapidly repeated the procedure. After a short time I added my index finger. I continued and she produced more and more fluids with each passing moment. She writhed again as my slick thumb brushed her clit. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she continued to writhe and moan deep in her throat. It was then it struck me. My power over her had changed. This was a different power, a sexual power. As I added the fourth finger to those already in her body and thrashed up and down. Her clit had swollen to the point that contact could not have been avoided by anything working its way between her legs. I whispered to her „See that my little office toy? Your pussy knows what you are, knows what you like even if you won’t admit it." I then guided her left hand down to her pussy and told her to start rubbing. I sat back down on my chair to enjoy the view and watched as she started rubbing herself and poking her middle finger deep up into her pussy. I told her to slowly pull the finger out of her pussy and take it to her lips. Then suck it in just like it was a cock. I watched and she did as I asked. My cock got twitched watching that. I told her to start masturbating again and not to stop. I sat there watching her rubbing herself for several minutes. I slipped out of my shoes and undid my pants and shorts, pushing them to the floor and started to stroke myself slowly. I relished both, the feeling of being totally in control and the friction of my hand slowly massaging my cock. She moaned “Do you like it? Does it turn you on to watch me playing with myself?“ “Fuck yes.” I whispered. “But not as much as I like to participate.” I then told her to turn over. I watched as she turned over, her breasts and stomach now resting on my desk. I positioned her legs pretty wide open. At first she didn’t relax but I told her again, I mean it, don’t push me to send that email. At that point she gave up and let her body loose. I had her start fingering herself again. Her fingers began to rub and stroke her aroused clit. She was busy with her pussy and it was just perfect for me to stand between her legs. I grabbed her by her hips and moved between her legs and I lined my rock hard cock up with her wet slit and pushed the head of my swollen cock against her hole. I could feel my head pushing against her pussy, rubbing her juices around. Soft words came out of her again „Oh please no, don’t“. I felt her hand leave her pussy and move up to my cock to block it. I pushed her hand back to her clit and said, you better cum before me or the mail will go. The next thing she felt was my cock pushing to find the entrance to her pussy. „We shouldn't be doing this. I don’t want it. Please don’t. No, please don’t, I'll do anything else you want, just please aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!" she pleaded in vain. My head then found the entrance and with one hard push I shoved my cock into her, it only went in part way even as wet as she was. I could hear another „Oh please no“come very silently from her lips. I pretended I didn’t hear that since she didn’t say it very loudly. Her pussy felt so good. I pulled out and rammed into her again as hard as I could and she took me a little deeper in. I pulled back out until only the head of my cock was in her. I rammed forward again and buried my cock all the way into her. Now I started sliding in and out very slowly. She was sobbing, begging me to stop, but I just held her down there, slowly fucking her willing pussy, but unwilling mind. "You like that don’t you, little toy, huh? Come on now, no feeling sorry for yourself. Work it, work that pussy" I said in her ear. I began to increase my pace in her, taking longer strokes, and faster and harder. I leaned forward and told her I wanted to hear how good it was, how great it felt, how much she wanted me to keep fucking her. I said „I don’t want you to stop telling me this until you cum. Start right now“. She knew I meant business. Then she started: "Oh please, don’t stop, fuck me hard. Oh, I love it, I want it, I need it." Until before long I was pounding at her pussy like mad. I could hear her soft cries and sobs between her talking as I watched her frame shake with the violence of the fucking I was giving her. Her big breasts jerked with every thrust, and combined with the rhythmic slapping of my stomach against her ass I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I felt her rubbing harder and faster on her pussy. The feeling of her contracting pussy around my cock was amazing. Her sobbing and begging had ceased and she was now actually fucking back against me. It felt tremendous. I soon realized I didn’t have to move anymore. Her body fucked forward and back against my body. She kept this up for a couple of minutes, her body continued slamming into me. Her talking went to funny sounding groans then she yelled out pretty loud, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh, I'm cumming." And did she cum. It felt like her whole pussy vibrated on my cock. "This is my pussy, you got that? Mine" I told her, "I will take it whenever I want you little toy, so you better get to liking it". With that I shot my load and came hard and deep in her pussy. I let the feeling fade away then slowly pulled out of her. She hadn’t moved since I pulled out and I had her turn over on her back and lay down again. "Please, what are you going to do with me now?" She pleaded. "I told you, you are my toy, and I'll take you whenever and however I want, and you need to learn it“. I pushed the tip of my cock against her asshole, and she inhaled again. She started shaking her head and said „No, no, no“. She looked as if she was about to scream. I told her again if she kept it up, I would loose it and the video would go through the mail. This settled her down a lot though I could still see her crying. I pressed the head of my cock inward, and her virgin anus betrayed her and widened around it. She moaned at the violation of her tight back passage. I pushed my cock hard. "Ow, ow, stop!" she cried, but I wasn't about to do that. I didn't care that it hurt her. She begged me to stop, but I continued to push. A moment later I felt her O-ring give way, and my cock broke through the defences. This was, without a doubt, the tightest ass I'd ever fucked. It was nearly painful for me to continue, but I managed, very slowly shoving my cock deep into her, until my balls were against her. She screamed and cried, stretching her upper body, trying to get away from the pain. When I could give it a go, I slid back and forth, loosening her ass. I grabbed her around the waist, and started sliding my fingers up and down her clit. She tried in vain to get away. My grasp on her hips became tighter as her ass became looser, and soon I was pumping at a good pace. My balls slapped against her with each successive slam. The feeling got even better as I pounded her twice as rough as I did before. She started gasping in air, her asshole was no longer tight, but a gaping hole, and I could fuck her as easily as I wanted. I stopped pumping and tensed up. As she squirmed below my fingers, which were still massaging her clit, I ejaculated and shots and streams of cum went up her torn ass. I groaned one more time as I emptied the last drop of cum in her ass. At the end of my orgasm, I slid my cock out of her bright red ass to reveal just how big of a chasm I had made. My cock was getting smaller and flaccid now. She tried to get up and turn away but I kept her down, laying her out on her back again. I stepped up until my cock was on her lips and then in her mouth. “I’m not done with you. Suck it toy!” I said, “Suck it good. I know you like it. Lick it.” She slipped the cock into her mouth and, using her tongue, began to massage it. “Ohhhh, fuck” I sighed as she took me deep into the warmth of her mouth. “That’s it, suck my cock”. Her mouth was flooded with saliva as she began to slowly bob her head, making soft, slurping sounds as she sucked me. I soon felt myself growing hard in her mouth. This erection enhancer was really worth the money I spend on it. My hand was on her head in her brown hair forcing her down so I was completely in her mouth. Sliding my hands over her grabbing her breasts and squeezing, feeding on the sensual feel of them I increased the pace and intensity of my strokes into her mouth. She began to suck harder on my cock as I rocked, picking up the pace. She got a good mouth-fucking. She deserved it, no, I deserved to receive it. Fucking her mouth I felt my cock harden even more than before and I pulled it out of her mouth. "Let me fuck your breasts, toy!" I groaned and moved over them, not giving her time to respond. With my right hand I reached down and rubbed her pussy. She had let out some more juices. I took my hand and rubbed it all across her huge breasts, especially the space between them. I put my hand in her pussy one more time and started to rub myself with it. It felt so good. Grabbing a hold of her huge breasts I pinched and twisted them fast and hard, and then I was sliding my cock between them. My hands gripped her breasts and squished them over my cock. I moved back and forth as she struggled against her own rising pleasure. I started to thrust back and forth, lost in fucking. She twisted and groaned as the waves of pain and pleasure racked her upper body. I squeezed harder as my pace increased. With each forward thrust I dug my fingers deeper. When I felt that I was going to come soon I moved back to her mouth and thrust my cock deep into her throat. Holding her head in my hands, I rolled her mouth around my aching cock, groaning as my balls contracted. I began having little regard for the tenderness of her mouth, and began thrusting my ass in circles, and shoving me into her mouth! I plunged hard right in the centre of her mouth. All she could do was to take it. Each thrust was outrageously delicious! I came in her hot mouth. She raised her head a little; her pursed lips gliding along the shaft as my cock send a thick pulse of cum into her mouth. When she felt that I was emptied of cum, and my cock was flaccid again, she swallowed what was in her mouth and slowly backed her head away, sliding my cock out. I told her to stay put and walked over to my desk, opening the bag with the toys I had bought during my lunch break at midday. First I pulled out the black 9.5 inch waterproof black multi-speed vibrator, 1.5 inch in diameter and firm for maximum penetration. Second came a 10 inch clear jelly dildo with balls, 2 inch in diameter. It was extremely flexible and had bulging veins all up and down the shaft and the tip was a huge, helmet shaped affair that swelled a little thicker than the shiny shaft. To finish the set I took the jelly cock rings out and strapped one on my cock and one around my balls. The cock rings worked real fast and I could feel their pressure practically pumping up my cock. I walked over to her showing her the toys and relishing in her new, apparent wave of fear. I said "I already told you, you are my toy now and you need to learn it. I’m going to teach you so you won’t ever forget“. I pressed the vibrator against her juicy pussy and turned it on. I wanted to shove the whole 9.5 inch vibe inside her right then, but I resisted. I touched the tip to her nub. She trembled, and then began to moan. I continued to gently stroke her clit and her pussy lips with the tip. Then I began to tease the vibrator toward her throbbing hole. I spread her lips wide and made slow circles around her pussy. I would ease the tip toward her hole, and then pull away. She knew what was going to happen, eventually, but I wanted her hot for it before I moved on. I continued to rub the vibe on her clit. She tensed in surprise and her hips bucked in shock and undeniable, unwanted pleasure. Her pelvis arched upwards and then shook as she was flung into an orgasm that left her quivering on the desk. My cock was twitching for action again. I reached behind me and grabbed the transparent dildo. I rubbed an ample amount of her juices on the dildo. I guided the broad head of the jelly dildo to the edge of her swollen pussy and hesitated only a moment before I thrust it in deep. "Very sexy watching it disappear inside of you. Watching your pussy tighten around it and draw it inside. You like that my little office toy?" I asked. I started to pump her as hard and fast as I could. After a minute I pressed the still very wet vibrator against the once more tiny hole of her ass and pushed, forcing it inside slowly. She instantly tried unsuccessfully to retreat from the dildo and painful vibrator. With the vibrator now fully inside of her anus I turned it on and pumped her fast and hard with both. "Now tell me this is that what you wanted. Two cocks fucking you at one time." She groaned and gasped "Oh yes! Double fuck me! Rape my pussy and my ass!" With that, I started thrusting into her pussy and her ass faster and faster. I was rubbing my cock against her thigh, trying not to cum before I had the chance to fuck her like that toy was doing. "Turn that vibrator up! Play it over that clit!" I ordered, pulling the vibrator out of her anus and pressing it against her clit. She moaned and quickly turned the vibrator up on high. My mind was in a cloud of pure ecstasy now, seeing her squirm on my desk. I took the big dildo out of her pussy and started to fuck her anus with it. Cum was sipping out of her pussy. I left the dildo buried deep in her anus and moved myself to press the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I spread her legs as I stroked the widening expanse of her pussy with my erect cock, knowing that her body was again surrendering to me even what she would not. I stuck my cock in where the toy just had been. She moaned as I went in her inch by inch until I was balls deep. Her pussy was a lot tighter than before. „Remember that dildo in your ass? That's what's making your pussy so tight“, I said, feeling the dildo slide in and out of her a little with each of my thrusts. I could feel the dildo rubbing against my cock through the thin layer of tissue between them, it felt incredible hot. I started fucking her slow, then picked up my pace and fucked her harder and faster. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pumped vigorously for several seconds. Not caring about how she felt anymore I banged in and out of her wonderfully tight pussy rubbing against the moving dildo. She gripped to the sides of the desk crying but I couldn’t care less. I held on to her hips even tighter and began to roughly thrust into her. Sweat started to form on my forehead as my cock drilled her on my office desk, her breasts moving up and down to the speed of my thrusts. I pounded her so hard her whole body shook including the desk she was laying on. All I could hear was skin slapping, my groans, her whimpers and the soft purring of the vibrator. I slammed into her time and time again feeling my skin grow hot and sweaty. She continued to rub the vibrator around her clit, pressing down hard on it. Finally, she involuntarily orgasmed, I felt her legs go limp as she shuddered through the forced orgasm. It was so erotic, seeing and feeling her squirm from the massive orgasm, it crashed through her body, gripping it tightly and keeping her there at it’s throbbing peak of ecstasy. Her body shuddered violently as the waves of her climax washed over her again and again, unwilling to release her yet from its grip. Her obviously painfully intense orgasm shook her like a leaf and her contractions got to me, massaging my cock until I could stand it no longer, even with the cock rings I could last only so long. Grabbing her hips I pulled her to me causing her to drop the vibrator. I threw my head back and gasped as I came again into her hot pussy. I pulled off the cock rings still tightly wrapped around my balls and cock and then I pulled the dildo slowly out of her ass. I turned back to her "Okay, now you are going to suck my cock clean." When she didn't answer I leaned forward until our faces nearly touched. "Or I put the dildo back in your pussy and fuck your ass at the same time." "Okay, okay I'll do it." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'll do anything you want." "Good girl". She licked me clean, leaving a shiny flaccid cock. I was now completely exhausted and had satisfied all my penned up needs! I bowed down to her and asked "Is my little toy ready to service me obediently now? She nodded her head. "You liked that didn’t you?" She shuddered and said through clenched teeth "Yes, I cant believe it, the way you just took me, raped me, used me, made me so hot I couldn’t help it, though I hate you for that you asshole". I grinned "Hate me all you want, but remember you're mine now, my little office toy. You can get yourself and the other toys cleaned up now, I’m done with you", I said, „Until next time“.
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It was a hot midsummers day and it was getting late. All but my co-worker and me had already gone home. I saw her sucking her index-finger, deeply concentrating on the problem she was working on. I got up and walked around the desks until I stood directly behind her. I was suddenly determined today would be the fourth time we would satisfy each other. She groaned as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts. Just thinking about tasting them again I could feel my balls fill with cum and my cock started growing hard. I continued rubbing my hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples. I pulled her up and stood behind her, hugging her, with my hands on her breasts, biting on her neck, my cock rubbing against her ass. I rubbed her bra through her top and felt the firmness of her nipples poking at its fabric. I could feel my cock growing harder with every heart beat in my chest. She moaned and let out a gasp. She started rubbing my bulge in my jeans. She gave me a smile and said "Oh , it’s slippery between my thighs, you made me all wet." I turned her around, took of her top and bra while she slipped out of her jeans and panties. Now my face was just facing her big breasts. I started exploring those two soft hills with my finger tips and played with the malleable tissue . The nipples were brown and already rock hard. I bent down and started kissing her breasts and kneading them in my hand. I dove in and attacked her nipples licking and biting. Then my hand slid down to her pubic area , brushed it with my fingers, played from outside for a little then went in. At last my fingers played in the pussy, went exploring. She let out a moan, and opened her legs further. I started to finger her, slowly at first to stimulalte her, then faster and faster. I told her I wanted to make her cum as I kissed her neck and got down on my knees. She moaned a little louder. I quickly found her clit and went to work licking it and rubbing it with my thumb, remembering how much she liked it last time. She moaned "Oh yes, dont stop, I want this tongue on my pussy." I dove into her pussy. I licked her clit with my tongue, ran my tongue down the length of her slit, touching every sensitive part, finding every spot that made her squirm. She tasted very sweet. I licked her around her outer lips and then moving in ward towards her clit. I started out soft and slow and after a few minutes she told me faster and harder so I pressed my face into her and went down hard. She spread her legs farther apart and she was as wet as if she had been fucked all day, I rubbed my tounge on her smooth silky pussy lips, I licked upward and spread them apart teasing her throbbing clit, I licked hard and forcefully back and forth on her clit and she started going wild, moaning and gasping. My tounge was glancing against her clit, then fluttering over it rapidly and lightly, tormenting her as she writhed. She squirmed under my touch as my finger pushed in and out slowly. She moaned louder as my finger thrusted in and out faster as I lap harder at her throbbing clit. My tongue was furiously lapping as my finger drove in and out of her harder and faster. I curled my finger upward and rubed her pubic mound from the inside and licked her clit. Her hands grabed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her hot pussy. I guessed she was getting close so I doubled my efforts. I added a second finger and started to drive my fingers inside her even deeper and faster. My tongue laped furiously at her quivering pussy lips and throbbing clit, and as I did that she groaned "Ohhh yes, right there thats the spot keep it up. Ohhh yes, yes, dont stop im about to cum." She writhed against me, her breath coming in short gasps that caught in her throat. She was thrusting her pussy into my face with every flicker of my tongue on her clit. My cock was trying to burst out of my pants. Her body squirmed around as my tongue and fingers worked her horny pussy over until she couldn't take anymore. I felt a movement down between her legs, contractions, her lower half was shaking, moaning "Oooh that is great", she came, then her breath went slower bit by bit. I got up again, my cock was so hard it hurt. My hands caressed her breasts and her nipples as her hands run down my chest. She put her hand on my crotch and started to feel my hard cock, and soon she is softly gripping at my hardness that is ready to burst out of my now tight jeans. She caressed my throbbing cock through my pants. She could not have missed the way my cock jerked in response. Her fingers had undone my zipper and my button on my jeans and her hand was inside. She reached into my pants to free my throbbing hard on. The first contact of her fingers, flesh to flesh, felt like heaven. She slid her hand along my cock and into the shorts, then back again. She played with the tip, and the skin stretched to the point of tearing as the head became even more swollen. I pinched and pulled her nipples. “I’m going to come in my shorts any time now...” “That would be a waste. I’d like it more if you leave it on me, on my breasts.“ My cock stood fully to attention the moment it cleared the waistband with her help. She went down onto her knees, her tongue waited just behind her lightly parted lips. She slowly engulfed the head of my cock, her tongue on the extra sensitive spot under the head. She stretched her tongue out and started licking the head from all sides, above, right, below, all over. I watched her open her mouth and suck my cock so softly, so tender I could barely feel her touch. I felt the warmth of her mouth, the caress of her tongue on the under side of my shaft. She slid her mouth down inch by inch over my hard cock. She started sucking and licking my cock slowly taking a time out to suck on my balls. She then gently curled her lips over her teeth and engulfed my cock into her mouth sucking hard all the way down my shaft. I moaned "Ooooohhhh yeah, that feels so good". She took me deep all the way. She rolled her lips forward and slid her tounge on the bottom of my cock letting out a gasp for air and she pulled up sucking all the way. She started sucking back and forth hard and easy rubbing my balls and then stroking the bottom part of my cock shaft with her hand. As her head went down she pulled her hand toward her mouth I felt my cock starting to throb in her mouth. I felt it starting to build and knew I was not going to last much longer. She bent her head down and I felt the firm slippery touch of her tounge on my cock. Its tip played with my tip. Her tongue swirled around it. She sank back on her haunches and regarded my cock sticking out stiffly towards her. She gave my cock a squeeze and pushed me down on her chair. Taking my cock into her hand again she placed it between her breasts after thrusting them forward. They felt so soft. “Does that feel nice? The feel of your stiff cock on them is wonderful,” she murmured rubbing those big breasts against me. “It sends a sensation right down between my legs.” She started running her huge breasts over my cock. It felt like heaven! I groaned with ecstatic pleasure. I felt her hand between my legs fondling by balls. She kept that up for a while, wanking my shaft with her breasts . I gave in to the sensation of being milked, rewarded with the exquisite pleasure of my come rising, my cock jerking on her, and jets of hot cum spreading across her breasts. She let out a delighted gasp as it landed. She used the head of my cock to spread the white fluid back and forward across each nipple in turn. I heard her groan from the effect. She once again placed her hand around my shaft and engulfed my cock into her mouth. She went down deep and when she came up she looked up at me and moaned "I could suck this cock all day if you let me." She flicked her tongue out and kept on licking my cock up and down then she started to suck on it very lightly inch by inch into her mouth she eagerly got it all the way down her mouth till she hit my stomach with her nose, she kept it there for about ten seconds and I felt I don't know what it was just wonderful it felt so good. Again she stroked it a few times and licked it all over. She lowered her mouth over it, started to descend on it. I could feel her tongue wiggling around the head as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth. All of it went in her mouth as I sat there in pleasure. I watched as her head bobed up and down my cock. She slowly pulled up off it and licked it all over again. It was soaked with her spit and she slowly stroked it again. Her warm mouth and moving tongue felt wondrous to my cock and balls. Her gentle strokes and licks got me completely hard again. She slowly slid her tongue down the length of my cock. Her mouth sucked softly on the head and then she moved down the shaft. I can't believe how incredible this felt. She slowly began to deep throat the cock,with her gag reflex leaving me with intense pleasure. She slowly build up the speed and pressure of her sucking. She was moaning softly as she sucked me. She forced her head lower, almost swallowing the head of my cock, her lips moving down the shaft still further,to take me all the way into her mouth. Then she eased back, letting my cock escape from between her lips, and gasped for breath for a moment. She reached out and pushed my dripping-wet cock against my stomach, while her head moved lower. Her tongue eased forward and slowly, gently encircled one of my balls, tracing all around it with her tongue-tip, getting it wet with her saliva. Finished with one, she moved to the other one, exploring them both, her tongue teasing them lovingly. I groaned as she made love to my balls. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, stimulating all of my nerve endings as her tongue caressed my flesh. Finally, she moved back up and took my cock deep into her mouth again, her head bobbing in a slow, sensuous pace. I reached down and grabbed the base of her hair, guiding her head up and down as she hungrily nursed on my throbbing cock. “You’re a little horny cocksucker”, I murmured as wet slurping sounds filled the quiet office. Her fingernails lightly caressed my balls as she sucked, her tongue wetly teasing the sensitive underside of my cock. I held her hair tightly and slowly began to thrust my hips, shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. She took me all in, I could feel my cock slide down her throat as she slammed her face into my pelvic bone over and over again. She reached under her self and started massaging her clit. She was moaning hard as I kept slamming my cock in her mouth. The thought of sitting in the office having her suck my cock took me to the edge of orgasm. She continued to moan over my cock. I was almost about to cum, but she kept her mouth on my hard cock. With one hand, she began to jerk my cock up and down. Faster and faster and faster and faster. I was feeling the pressure of orgasm building in my balls. Again she increased intensity of her sucking. I moaned “I am .... about ... to cum” She went into a frenzied sucking of my cock like it was the last cock she would ever have. My cock swelled up. "I'm cuuuummming" I said. I felt the cum easing its way up my shaft. I blew my load into her mouth. As my cum filled her mouth she swished it around my cock. I have never felt this before, it felt just like a pussy afterwards. She kept my cock and the cum in her mouth and when I pulled out she sucked all the juices from my cock shaft all the way up. She hungryly swallowed it down and had drops of cum on her breasts and around her mouth.
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First off my name is Joe. I am 14 years old 5'6" about 155lbs. I hay just have always been never been able to tell my friends or any of my family. Let me tell you about my brothers 11 year old friend CJ. He is probably about 5' id say 90lbs. Blonde hair blue eyes. So sexy. Ever since i have been able to jerk off i have always pictured CJ. It was probaly around 1:00 pm and it was summer vacation so i was home with my brother. CJ came over to hang out with my brother. Thomas (my brother) had a doctors appt to go to at 1:30 so my aunt came to pick him up just as CJ was walking in. CJ was kinda bummed because no one was home at his house so he had nothing to do. I told CJ that he could hangout with me until Thomas returned at 3:00. CJ was very happy, he walked into the living room and started channel surfing. I told CJ i had try on my new football gear and asked if he minded if i changed in the living room since i wanted to watch the program on TV. Of course he didnt mind so i went to my room stripped down to my boxers got my football bag and walked downstairs. As soon as CJ saw me i could tell he was checking me out. I started to get hard thinking of him naked and sucking my cock. CJ didnt play football so i thought i could push my luck and strip down naked. "Hey CJ you dont mind me being naked in front of you while putting my football gear on do you?" "Uh n..no its fine i dont mind" I took off my boxers and started putting on ter i made sure my football gear. After I made sure all the gear fit. I took it off and once again i was naked in front of this beautiful 11 year old. He changed the channel and i told him to change it back. He wouldnt. I told him to change it or i would kick his ass, still he wouldnt change it. i grabbed him picked him up and threw him on the ground and we started playfully wrestling. After a couple mins i pinned him and he tapped out. We were both sweating so he took off his shirt. he was still wearing his sweatpants and i told him if he wantted he could take off the sweatpants too. There it was me and him in my living room me buck ass naked with a raging hardon and him with his boxers on with his little hardon poking a tent in his boxers. I decided to push my luck. I bent over to get the remote off the ground with my ass right in his face. I heard him let out a small moan, I looked at him. "So you like looking at asses dont you?" "Ye...yea kinda, they make me like hypnotized or something." I bent over in front of him, rubbed my ass and said hypnotize really sexy. He pretended to faint. I thought this was my chance and i laid in top of him with my ass in his face and my face in front if his little cock. I sat there in that position for a couple of seconds and then i started to feel him kissing my ass and giving me a rim job. I pulled his boxers off and threw them across the room and looked at his about 5" cock. I went to work on it sucking and sucking and sucking. I heard him start to moan. and he faintly said "Im gunna cum" Seconds later he erupted in my mouth. It seemed like he went on forever, i would swallow a mouthful and seconds later there was a whole nother mouth full. After he was finaly down cumming i turned around so we were mouth to mouth. We looked into eachothers eyes and started to makeout very passionatly. After about 15 minutes of making out he looked at me and said okay its your turn to unload. He had me get off of him and told me to lay down. CJ then got on top of me like i was on him. I went to work giving him a rim job and making out with his perfect virgin ass hole. The way thay boy sucked my cock was unbelieveable he did great After about minute i cummed into his mouth. We lay there for a couple of minutes until he told me to stick it in him. I had him get on all fours and lubed him up with my spit. " Joe please stick it in me please i cant take it" With that said i rammed my 6" into his ass hole. He cried out in pain I told him not to worry that the pain would be over soon. After a couple of minutes he started moaning and telling me he was going to cum again. I told him on the count of three to cum so we could at the same time. We both erupted him on the carpet and me in his asshole. We both lay down him on top of me are dicks rubbing against eachother "Oh Joe i love you so much i have always wanted you" "CJ i love you too never leave me" We started to makeout and eventually fell asleep in eachothers arms cuddling A couple of hours later we woke up to the sound of car doors which meant my brother was back from the doctors. We both hurried to throw our clothes on and clean up the now dried cum on the carpet. Just as Thomas was walking in the living room CJ was pulling his shirt over his head "Hey guys what did you do while i was at the doctors?" "Nothing bro i was just putting on my football gear while CJ watched a movie, Guys my carpool is hear so im going to football I will see you later. Oh and Thomas mom wanted you to call her when she got home." Just as Thomas walked out of the room me and CJ snuck a quick makeout. COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED<3333
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Her name was Chelsea; she was a junior at my school, a year ahead of me. We had been friends since my freshman year. She was about 5’2” and had beautiful red hair. She was a little chubby, but not so much as to detract from her natural beauty. She had a very nicely shaped butt and her breasts very at least size C, if not D. She always wore shirts to accentuate them too, always very low cut, allowing many of the guys to sneak easy looks. She wasn’t a slut by any means, quite a good girl actually, or so I thought. In my mind, she was a good girl, never letting the boys get too far, but in reality she was a horny little devil, just waiting to be let loose. One day, like everyday, Chelsea was driving me home from school. As I didn’t have a car, she was generous enough to drive me. This had been the norm for about two months or so. Occasionally, we’d go to my neighborhood park and swing like little kids, but usually she’d take me straight home. Today however, we decided to go to the park. “Hey you wanna swing today?” She asked me “Sure, why not, it’s been a while, huh?” I responded. She smiled and sped ahead to the park entrance. Like usual, no one was there, which was a good thing. Even though I didn’t really have much romantic interest in the girl, I really liked being alone with her for some reason. We got out of the car and she ran towards the swings, her beautiful butt bouncing up and down as she did. She really was a beautiful girl. “Push me!” She yelled and she sat down in the swing. “Ok” I said. “Hmm,” I thought to myself, “This looks like a good chance for me to get a handful of that ass.” But I had to be discreet. I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward. She swung back and I pushed again, lowering my hands the slightest bit. Again, she swung and my hands moved closer and closer to their prize. Eventually, after fifteen or twenty swings every time she swung back, I was able to grab a nice handful of her butt when I pushed. She didn’t respond at all. I wondered, “Does she not notice? Am I embarrassing her? Does she like it?” Because so many thoughts were running through my head, I was startled when she suddenly jumped off the swing. She then looked back at me and smiled. But it wasn’t a normal smile, it was one that clearly stated that she had definitely noticed. “I’m tired”, she said as she stretched, pushing her chest forward, giving me a nice view of the outline of her tits. “Yeah, me too.” I said. “Maybe we should go take a nap,” I suggested jokingly. To my surprise and delight, she said, “Ok, lets go lay down and take a nap at your house. You’re Dad isn’t home right?” He wasn’t. We got to my house and I unlocked the door and we went inside. “So did you like grabbing my ass on the swing out there?” she said. Uh oh, I was busted. “Um…I…wasn’t…I mean…I didn’t mean to…” I stammered. “Shush! It’s ok, I actually liked it.” She said. “I have something to tell you.” She leaned in really close, to whisper in my ear. “I’m horny and I want you.” She whispered. All of a sudden, she grabbed me and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Not missing a beat, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, running my hands over her back and her butt. I even got so brave as to reach under and feel her left breast, but when I did she stopped kissing me. She stepped back and smiled a hot, sexy, horny smile. She then proceeded to pull her shirt up over her head, throwing it to the ground, following it with her bra. I looked up to gaze upon the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen on a girl. They had a slight hang to them, but their sheer size made me pay no attention to that. They were round and perfectly symmetrical. Her dark red nipples stood out proudly. “What do you think?” She asked. I couldn’t help but stare. Like I said, she was beautiful. “Well? Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something with these?” she playfully yelled at me as she groped and massaged her own chest. I said, “Hey, let’s get more comfortable. We can go into my room; my bed’s nice and big for us.” “Sound’s good to me,” she said as she turned towards the back of the house while flitting me a small smirk. We went into the back of the house, and then into my room. She then proceeded to lay down on my bed, allowing her beautiful tits to stand up in the air, just waiting to be touched. I leaned forward over her, and placed my right hand on her lest breast. It was so soft and big; I had to use two hands. She seemed bored so I decided to go at it. I jumped on top of her, much to her delight, and started sucking and squeezing and rubbing and pinching and chewing on any part of that girl’s chest I could reach. My enjoyment was only heightened by the fact that she seemed to be graciously enjoying it. When I finally got off of her, she said, “I guess you like sucking on my titties don’t you?” I nodded dumbly “I sure wish I had something to suck on,” she said slowly, looking down at the bed in mock depression. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she looked up at me and lunged. Her being a big girl, she got a hold of me and threw me onto my bed. She grabbed the waist band of my pants and tugged them down, boxers and all, revealing the treasure she longed for inside. In front of me was a beautiful, older girl, about to suck my dick. Life was good. She wrapped her hand around it and exclaimed, “Wow, you’re really big! You’re a lot bigger than the other guy’s I’ve sucked off.” “Did I hear that right?” I thought to myself. Surely not. Not this girl. Not this good girl. “You’ve sucked off other guy’s before? How many?” I asked “Oh, I’ve lost count. Probably about ten or twelve. Maybe even fifteen,” She responded. This fact left me dumbfounded. I thought this girl was a goody-twoshoes, and here I’m finding out that she’s a regular old slut! Like I said, Life is good. She lowered her head down and placed a cute little kiss on the end of my dick. Then she opened up and took the entire length of the thing (quite a bit, if I do say so myself) in her mouth and throat. Damn. This girl could suck! So we layed there for about five minutes as she kept on sucking me off. She seemed to really be enjoying it. After a little while longer, she asked if she could take a break. Still reeling from the experience I had just had, I had no choice but to say yes. But she didn’t want to rest. Oh no. She just wanted to give her mouth a break. She looked at me and said seven words that I will never forget. “I want you to fuck me. Now.” TO BE CONTINUED
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Thanks for today bro, we are really getting close to ordering the material. Yeah, but before we do, I want to double check if we can make it lighter. Of course. - Bro, I’ll see you tomorrow! Yeah, we need to keep on building this thing. I’ll be here tomorrow around lunch. Bye! The door closed behind my brother who had just spent most of the day with me, calculating and drawing on a new chassis for our next build. While sitting there in the living room, just staring at the computer screen, I noticed how dark it had become outside. The time was 23:06. I went up to the window and looked through the blinds. The rain was falling like a mist, light and slow. The street was empty, my brothers car was gone, and it felt like I was completely alone in the world. A loneliness washed over me as I was looking out the window. Suddenly, seeing my own reflection in the glass, I remembered I missed having that blonde beautiful lady next to me. I went to the kitchen to grab a beer. Thinking about her made me warm. I needed a cold beer to cool me down. I turned on the TV to some bad cooking show. Drinking my beer just focusing my mind on her slim, athletic and beautiful body. I felt how my cock started to react to the thoughts. It had been a while since I had felt a womans touch. A womans warm lips, wrapped around my hard dick, massaging my balls and blowing me like it was the last dick she would ever have. -GOD, I miss that I said to myself, just staring at the TV. I switched the channel to a nice car show and the thoughts stopped. I haven’t had sex for like 5 weeks and the tension was building up inside me. It’s too bad I screwed things up with her. I should have put a little more attention to her, and not only my project. *A small bang was heard* Everything went black. The power was out and all the lights outside the window were also out. I stood up to go out to the kitchen to grab some candles, but I noticed something weird. It was really dark. It felt like I was keeping my eyes closed. It almost felt like I was blind. Suddenly I heard the front door open and close. I yelled out: -Who is it?! No answer... -Who the fuck is it?!? Answer! I can admit I was scared, with my massive wrench laying in the kitchen I had no chance of getting there if I didn’t go through the hallway. It was completely quiet. I went to the hallway with the hope of sneaking past the front door and into the kitchen. Good thing I knew every inch of my apartment like the back of my hand. As I approached the hallway, I felt how I suddenly was standing in front of someone. I didn’t need to touch the person to feel I was standing right in front of “it”. I was completely stunned. I couldn’t move. But my lips opened and I heard myself asking in a much calmer voice: - Who are you? Shhhhh........ I felt a finger touch my lips. I understood I was supposed to be quiet. As the finger was against my lips, I felt how soft it was. It was a woman. I wasn’t supposed to talk. So my hands automatically went to her head. I felt the straight and soft hair. I could smell her perfume. I wouldn’t be able to describe it even if I had all the perfumes in the world in front of me to compare with. The smell was magical. I could feel myself wanting to touch her more. I lowered my hands behind her, following her hair. It was very long.. Ending just in line with her waist. She was shorter than me. A good whole head shorter than me. She just stood there, let me feel her whole body. I started with the face.. Feeling the soft contours of her cheeks, her soft and nicely filled lips. Oh, I just wanted to kiss them. I kept on feeling her slowly down her neck, letting my fingers easily float on her skin. I heard how she started to breathe a little heavier. I wanted to feel every inch of her. Her arms, hips and stomach. I never touched her breasts and ass. I knew she would allow me. But I wanted to tease her. I didn’t recognise her. Her body was amazing. But nobody I’ve ever felt so close before. It made me so hard. I could feel how my cock wanted some attention. This not knowing who she is made me more horny than I’ve ever been before. Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. She had to stand on her toes to reach me. I grabbed her ass now, and helped her to come closer to my lips. When they met, I could feel how her whole body twitched. Almost like she was close to getting an orgasm with me barely touching her. I lifted her tiny body up, she didn’t weigh much so she was light like a feather. I kissed her again, our tongues tasting each other. It was like a kiss I’ve never felt before. So passionate. I could feel her heartbeats getting faster. And now I was getting a good feel of her wonderful ass. I led her to my bedroom. Our lips not seperating for a second even. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up, still keeping her mouth firmly attached to mine. When she got my shirt up to my chest, our lips seperated and I lifted up my arms so she could take it off. I reached behind her and cupped her ass in my hands again, lifting her up so I could kiss her. She reacted even better than I thought she would, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I turned so her back was against the wall and began to lift her shirt, inch by inch. Feeling her soft waist When I finally got her shirt off, I broke off our kiss so I could admire her breasts. I'm not the best judge of breast size, but they were definitely somewhere around 36 B or C and were perfectly round and perky. After a few seconds of admiring her boobs, I lowered her so she could stand again and slowly started pulling down on her jeans. At the same time, I had locked lips with her again and was teasing her heavily, occasionally moving my mouth backwards, out of her reach. And i noticed she was getting pretty frustrated from this. After I had pulled her shorts down a few inches, I realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneith. She pulled me up grasping the sizable tent in my shorts and slowly getting to her knees She pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one swift motion. In order to pay me back for my earlier teasing, she started slowly and seductively grazing my cock with her fingernails. After a short while of this, my cock wanted to explode. I decided that I had had enough teasing and pulled my boxers off, leaving both of us naked. I let out a quiet moan as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and lightly stroking the shaft with her hand. I was surprised when she took her hand off of my cock and began bobbing up and down on it, but when I noticed that she was taking more and more of my cock into her mouth on each downward bob, I realized that she knew what she was doing. I gently gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it behind her head. Following her own pace. This whole time, she had been playing with herself with a free hand, and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. I wouldn’t allow it, letting that angel of a woman take care of herself. I wanted to be the one to make her scream. I gently pulled her off of my cock and moved her over to the bed so I could return the favor. After she sat down, I kissed her softly on the lips for a few seconds, then moved to her jaw, and then her neck. I kissed her on the side of her neck and began lightly sucking, knowing that she approved of what I was doing from her quick, erratic breathing. While doing this, I had run my hands down her neck and to her breasts and was caressing their soft flesh and occasionally tweaking her nipples. I moved my right hand slowly down, tracing a line down her chest and abs, until I reached her moist, trimmed pussy. She still had a very nice bikini-line. I drew a finger through her slit, wasting no time as I pressed my middle finger into her pussy, hearing and enjoying her gasps and moans of pleasure. I added my index finger inside her pussy, curling them both towards me as I reached for her g-spot. At the same time, I started circling her clit with my right thumb and sucking on her right nipple. -FUCK! She gasped as her hips bucked and her pussy contracted over and over I knew she was coming. And I was enjoying every second of it. I felt my fingers getting squeezed and even wetter from her orgasm. After her climax subsided, she removed my head from her chest and kissed me hard. I wasn’t ready to let her take care of me yet, I wanted her to come while my tongue was inside of her wet sweet pussy. I started kissing her on her neck again, noticing how she loved getting kissed behind her ear. I passionately kissed her skin, leaving a wet trail from her neck, down her breasts, letting both nipples get the same treatment. Continuing my quest south her body was gently moving, trying to tell me to penetrate her. But I wanted her to beg for it now. Since I’ve only heard one word so far I wanted to hear her voice. I started kissing her around her now dripping wet hole. Not touching any sensitive parts. Her hands started grabbing my hair, trying to pull me closer to her warm, wet pussy. My hands were caressing her everywhere. Massaging her breasts in between. I then pinched her nipples pretty hard as my tongue firmly pressed against her swollen clit. She screamed, probably from both pleasure and pain. I started massaging her clit while letting one of my hands massaging her right breast, with my other hand, I inserted my fingers again, giving her the same g-spot treatment she had just gotten, but with my tongue flickering over her clit, changing between pressing harder and just very lightly licking it. -Uh, ah, oooohh... She was moaning quietly but biting her lip, stopping her from making louder sounds. I started working my fingers faster and harder. While my tongue was fully focused on her little swollen button. She started moaning louder. And louder. She couldn’t hold back anymore. AAAAHHHHHHH, don’t stop, PLLEAAAAASEEEEE... She screamed while her orgasm washed over her body, feeling an explosion in her soul she had never felt before. I enjoyed hearing her voice and wished I could see her. While she was lying there, her energy completely drained, me still not able to see her. I let my fingers touch her beautiful naked body. She twitched every time I got close to her nipples or between her legs. She then put her hand on my arm. Pulling me down and kissing me. I could feel by the way she kissed me, she was thanking me for taking care of her so well. - I think you, aah... She moaned as I cut her off by turning her around, and inserting the head of my cock into her warm, wet pussy. What were you saying? I joked as my cock was just still inside of her. - Mmm... Shut... Up... Shut up and fuck you? And I certainly did. I started pumping away, using her hips to thrust deeper into her pussy. It seemed like this girl had a lot of energy left. Which surprised me as most girls I meet won’t last longer than an hour and then they are completely drained. Suddenly, she reached back and smacked me on the arm to get my attention. - Everything alright? I asked her, confused... Fuck yes, I just wanted to be on top for a while.. She said while giggling. Her voice was magical. I loved how sensitive, but hard she could be in her tone. She turned around giving me another passionate kiss. I responded by lying down and lifting her onto my lap. She grabbed my cock in one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it, gasping as I re-entered her soft pussy. She started gently moving up and down on my cock, picking up intensity with each downstroke. Eventually, she began breathing heavily and erratically again, so I knew she was getting close. - Fuck... I'm getting close She said, “me too” I was thinking to myself as I vanished in a pre-orgasmic thunderstorm. I was so caught up in the moment that there could have been a police squad kicking down the door and I wouldn't have noticed. Daniel.... Daniel... AAAAHHHHH!!!! She came again, hard. I took this as an opportunity to get another feel of her breasts. Pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. A few seconds after she slumped onto my chest, coming down from her orgasmic high, I felt the tightening in my balls that could only mean a powerful orgasm's imminent arrival. - My turn! I moaned out. - Oh, right. She said, dazed, as she swiftly lifted herself off of my cock and took it into her mouth again. As she slid me into her throat, I felt the cum shoot through my dick in huge spurts, sliding straight down her throat. My whole body froze while I enjoyed every second of my orgasm. And enjoying this cute woman, eagerly swallowing just as eagerly as I a while ago licked her pussy clean after her orgasms. After my body relaxed from the extreme sensation this angel had given me. I realized something, she called out my name........... The End.
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The fog had rolled in thick earlier that morning but cleared out into a pleasant afternoon on the central west coast, with a low sun spreading a soft array of dim yellow stars falling faintly like snowflakes, shattering through the forestry surrounding the house. The car pulled up to the gate, and Freddie removed his hand from between Natalie’s thighs, where it had rested teasingly the whole journey there, a faint pressure on her crotch which had made her squirm and quicken her heart rate to a rapid pitter-patter. She gasped lightly beneath her breath as he squeezed tighter momentarily whilst they rolled to a stop, then got out of the car and walked round to open her door. She smiled knowingly at him, lovingly, getting up to kiss him gently on his jawline and tell him she loved him. She needn’t have, he knew of course, and so she didn’t, she merely gave him his kiss and set her loving gaze deep into his eyes as the car drove away, becoming fainter in the distance until there was nothing but these two young lovers basked in the gentle storm of the sun falling through the trees. “Come on then, beautiful”, Freddie led her by the hand and through the gate of their weekend home. The front yard was curved, with a small patch of deep green grass outside the downstairs bedroom window and some gerbera daisies planted neatly where the driveway met the dirt. Trees lined the white fences that surrounded the roadside boarder, and a private golf course led up to the back decking, covered on both sides by forest. They walked around to the side door of the house, where wooden furniture surrounded a small fire pit. A hot tub gurned and moaned against the fluttering of birds in the branches above. He turned the handle to open the door, and she grabbed his shoulder and turned him. “Hey,” she said sweetly, “well! Kiss me!” she complained playfully; he hadn’t noticed he’d spent too long just taking in her radiant beauty. She was half Chinese half Filipino, Hapa as she called it, Filipino on her mother’s side, and draped in all her mother’s stunning beauty, all its elegance and grandeur; a mane of thick dark hair flowed heavily around huge deep brown eyes, and a sharp jaw framed her plump lips and baby cheeks, spread at that moment into a loving grin with one small dimple on her left cheek. She had done her makeup especially sexy, making her captivating eyes dark and mysterious and her lips plump, irresistible to kiss and play with. He snickered and smiled with his kind eyes, adoring her as always, and stepped up to take her in his arms. Giggling excitedly as his arm swept around her waist and pulled her body against his solid frame, she cradled his face in her hand and let her eyes melt into his, then her lips, a kiss that was firm and full and seemed to whisper a scream, a cry, a relentlessly soft yet defiantly affirmative declaration that within the gentle touch and strong hold of one another’s embrace was where these souls belonged. “I love you” she said. He smiled. They didn’t need a million other ways to say it. They had them, and they said them too, but they didn’t need them. “I love you too, sweetheart.” The house was cold and quiet as they stepped inside, as if no one had used it for months. On most days it would rest in its place like an aged sleeping dog on the sidewalk, and others who lived nearby would walk past it and almost feel its emptiness, admire it nonetheless, and carry on their lives with no other passing thought. It was only whenever the two young lovers returned at the weekend that this house would come alive, as if their very presence bought it a sense of meaning, made it a home which breathed and loved them as they did each other. As Freddie switched on the lights and dimmed them some, the house seemed to greet them like that old dog might, lifting its head and raising its dull, soft yellow eyes. Natalie stood back a minute and took in his figure as he walked away from her towards the bedroom. His broad shoulders swayed gracefully when he walked, and his slim waist twisted with a slightly feminine affectation, hinting at a natural athleticism which Natalie loved about him, about the way it made him move. He turned, noticing her not following him, and looked back at her petite silhouette cast in the shadow of the light still falling softly from the low sun in the high rising windows. She stood with her hips slanted as her foot stepped away from her body, and she smiled at him, the way he looked at her with that candour in his creased eyes, his head cocked to the side slightly and a playfully puzzled smirk on his soft lips. His chest swelled as he breathed in deep and asked “Coming?” She giggled and ran to him, with a candid and artless excitement, leaping slightly into his body and tickling him, giggling more wildly now. He laughed back and wrapped his hands again around her slight waist and slender back, pulled her close so she could only hug him in return, squeezing with all her strength and feeling the motion of his hips as he walked them both through to the bedroom. He kissed her passionately and pulled her small, slender body against him as he closed the door behind him. She groaned in excitement and pleasure as she felt his hands run over her body, grabbing her hips and ass, squeezing her plump round cheek. She let her hands roam over his abs and chest, feeling the curves of his hot body as he began to kiss her neck and ears. “ooh fuck baby, that feels good” she groaned under her breath as he sucked on her neck and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her into him harder. She returned the favour, pulling his head back and running her tongue up his neck and into his ears, making him shudder and moan. She could smell his natural scent, sending a little trickle of electricity through her skin and between her legs, and the taste of his sweat made her lips tingle and buzz with a familiar excitement. “I love that babe, shit your tongue feels so good” he whispered, a heat creeping out of his mouth and tingling her skin. “You like my tongue baby? You like when my dirty mouth pleases you?” she whispered, rubbing her hands over his belt and feeling his cock grow hard in his pants at her words. Freddie physically shook with excitement as he felt light tingling pleasures all through his body, dying to take his lover and return the bliss which she was giving him. He grabbed her at the waist, hard so she could feel his strength and pressure against her hip bones, and pushed her against the edge of the bed, giving her an exhilarating sensation of falling, surrendering her body to his force and his will, making her gasp with a primal rush as he crawled like a preying, powerful creature on top of her and held his mouth close to hers. She felt her pussy begin to pulse in excitement and flow a heavy stream of wetness that soaked through her pants. He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed playfully, but with a threatening force which told her that her body belonged to his. He kissed her as though he were possessed, hard and mercilessly, groaning into her mouth so she could feel his carnal noise vibrate deep in her throat. He lifted his head up and stroked her soaking cunt through her pants. “Baby, please fuck me” she gasped, gazing into his eyes and thinking of nothing but how badly she needed his love and passion moving deep inside her burning pussy. He stared at her and pushed harder on her neck and pussy lips, saying nothing, but moving his tongue seductively and menacingly over his own mouth. She grew hotter and more desperate for his pleasure, feeling her body pressed against the linen sheets and her pulse beating through her veins. With no warning, Freddie moved his tongue to her body, licking down her neck and lifting up her shirt. She shook uncontrollably and moaned loudly “uuuugh” as she felt his hot breath tingle on her stomach and ribs, then arching her body as he lifted her shirt up further and started flicking his tongue over her beautiful tits. He tasted her light sweat, sweet and salty, making his cock beat hard against the crotch of his pants as he swirled his tongue teasingly around her rock hard nipples. “Mmm fuck” she groaned as he sucked on her breasts, sending streaming waves of pleasure through them and making her pussy even wetter. He sucked hard on them, biting her nipples and pulling at them between his teeth, feeling them harden in-between his lips. “oh fuck yeah baby, suck my tits, you like using your filthy little mouth on your baby’s tits? Mmm, that’s right, just like that”. Her dirty took him to a place of pure sexual instinct and desire, and he sucked harder, leaving hot red marks on her under-boob and neck as he marked her as his fuck toy. He groaned again and moved back up to kiss her, removing her top fully and shoving his worked tongue into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned again as she felt his tongue play sloppily with her own, and reached a hand down between her legs to rub her pussy softly through her pants. Freddie leaned back and kneeled upright on the bed in front of her, straddling one of her legs and smiling at the view of her gorgeous tits as her fingers teased her swelling clit. His mouth watered at the sight of her as he removed his own shirt, and her eyes scrunched in pleasure and excitement at the view of his ripped body getting ready to fuck her. His chest moved dramatically and his muscles rippled in sweat as he breathed heavy breaths of desire and hunger. “baby, please, eat my pussy!” she begged in a crying whisper, and he smiled as he greedily complied and ripped off her pants, making her scream at the rush of his violent control over her. He kissed tenderly up her thighs, making her moan more and throw her head back in anticipation of her hot cunt being licked by his watering mouth. He forcibly pulled her panties to the side and slid his hot tongue from her pussy hole all the way up to her aching clit. “OOOH Fuck! Oh yeah, does that cunt taste good?” she moaned as her face grimaced in pleasure. She reached down and grabbed the back of his head as he hungrily ate her wet pussy, savouring the salty taste of her creamy cunt juice as it oozed out of her pulsing lips into his waiting mouth. He closed his eyes as she pulled his hot lips harder onto her wet slit and grinded her pussy lips against his tongue. He groaned in submissive ecstasy at her using his tongue to pleasure her fuck-hole, swaying her hips up and down to ride his wet slimy mouth on her tight cunt. “mmmm, fuck yeah Natalie, grind that juicy pussy against my face you little slut” he uttered into her hot wet sex. He reached down towards his large throbbing cock and began to stroke it, pulling down his pants to reveal his 6.7 inch member. The head throbbed with a horny twitch as he tasted her pussy leak more juices, getting wetter and wetter against his mouth. She pulled his head in tighter as she jerked her hips higher, allowing his tongue to slip into her ass crack and play with her asshole. “Mmm you like that? You like licking my tight little asshole baby? Fuck! AAHH! Mmmm yeah that tongue feels so good playing with my ass you dirty boy.” His mind raced at her filthy words, sliding his tongue into her ass further in response, pulling her plump cheeks apart with his ravaging hands, then licking up and deep inside her pussy, pushing his face between her thighs and flicking her insides with the tip of his tongue to lick more cunt juice out and drink thirstily. “mmm, shit! Oh GOD! make out with my pussy lips” she commanded, and he obeyed, moving his mouth passionately against her sweet tasting lips, sucking on them softly and swirling his tongue around her slit hole to lick up the juices, closing his eyes to intensify the taste and smell of her flowing, sopping wet cunt. She threw her head back and groaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth and wetness of his tongue on her sensitive skin. “Fuck, let me taste that pussy” she said, then pulling him up by the hair to kiss her passionately, tasting the thick, creamy juice dribbling out of his mouth and onto her tongue, making her pussy pulsate. He kicked off his pants completely and rubbed his rock hard meat against her thigh, humping her soft skin as he swirled his pussy soaked tongue around her mouth and lips. “Mm, baby, I need to fuck you now” he whispered in her ear, “be my dirty little cumslut” he begged as he reached down and positioned his rock hard dick against her tight snatch. She gasped and looked up with a desperate grimace at being spoken to like the little whore she loved to be, her unbelievable need to be fucked showing clear on her scrunched up face. He stared deep into her eyes, and rubbed the throbbing head of his cock against her soft, silky pussy lips. Then, with a silent scream of ecstasy taking over his face, he slid half of his dick inside her, making her shudder with pleasure and draw an intense breath of release. He kept eye contact with her, this time shoving all of his sex into hers, sliding in easily with her wetness which splattered over his body and groin as he forced himself into her. “OH MY GOD! YEEAAAH!” she screamed, and she saw that familiar look of passionate pleasure take over his face as he began pumping his hips into her. She felt shivers of ecstasy all over, emanating from her thighs and groin as the pressure of his thick, long cock pounded hard into her wet cunt, sliding fast inside of her and bouncing her whole body, her large, firm tits swaying as he grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper inside her. She lost herself in the sounds of his deep grunts and moans, and the wet friction of his swelling cock inside her pulsating pussy, his balls cracking as they slapped against her ass. He leaned over and kissed her passionately whilst his member pounded her pussy hard and extra deep, making her scream into his mouth, still tasting and smelling of her pussy cream. He put an arm under back to arch it, forcing his dick hard against her g-spot and making her body shudder. She looked down to see his hips moving rhythmically into hers, his whole body swaying and dancing passionately with her own sexy movements. “oh fuck baby! Fuck Freddie! Just like that, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she panted as he forcefully fucked her limp body, taking control of her and making her his fuck toy. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cuuum” she moaned loudly, breathing and screaming as he fucked her g-spot hard with his thick cock, reaching all the way up her pussy and out again. He moaned in her ear, feeling her tightness grip around his cock and pulse as her orgasm began. “Mmm, fuck baby, you take my big cock inside that dirty little cunt and make it cum for me, you gonna cum for me baby?” he said in a deep, sexy tone. She moaned in compliance as her hips began to buck and shake and her eyes rolled back in her head. He could feel her leaking her creamy cum all over his hard cock and balls as he continued to pound her tight pussy, “fuck baby that’s hot, cum all over my hard dick for me baby, make that pretty little pussy cum for me, make that dirty little pussy cum” he whispered in her ear, “Oh! Fuck! Freddie! Fuucck!” she screamed as she came hard, oozing out her pussy juice and cream all over his cock. “FUUCK! I’m CUUUMMIING” she screamed as she panted and gasped, “OH SHIT! YES! FUUUCK!”, her whole body convulsed and shook as she felt wave after wave of hot pleasure wash through her body, and her cunt lips tightened around Freddie’s throbbing, soaking wet cock. He pushed in hard a few more times, pulling her body closer so she could feel his pelvis pressing hard into hers, and arching her back more to fuck her through her intense orgasm, as she groaned and screeched in pleasure. Hot pussy juice streamed and flowed over his cock as her lips tightened and her hips pulsed and swayed uncontrollably. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her whole body as she moaned and gasped and felt her pussy cum hard. “you want to taste your cum baby?” he asked her, slowing his movements and pulling out fully, then kissing her open mouth and biting her lips. He reached down a slowly slid a finger into her soaking lips, making her grimace again, then brought it up to her lips and let it drip into her open mouth. Her eyes lit up in pleasure, “fuck that’s hot baby, I want us both to taste it” she said passionately, pushing him off of her and kneeling up to straddle his face. Hot pussy cum oozed out of her and dropped from her pulsing lips onto his mouth as she lowered her aching cunt onto his ready tongue. The taste drove him wild with excitement and she loved watching his cock twitch as he pressed himself against her smooth pussy and savoured her juices as they leaked from her snatch. He flicked his tongue over her clit, making her moan, and then felt her hot breath on the tip of his already soaking wet meat. She stared at his glistening dick, slick and slimy from her pussy, and let a small trail of dribble drip down onto the pulsing head. The smell of her cunt on him made her body shudder, and she moved her mouth close towards it, and gently ran her fingers along the shaft, feeling his tongue press harder on her clit as she did, letting her know he liked it. She grabbed his hard, slippery cock and began to pump it in her hands, hungrily taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the shaft, licking her own pussy’s slimy, creamy cum from her boyfriend’s cock. She sucked on it hungrily, loving the taste of their combined fuck organs and the feel of his tongue pleasuring her smooth pussy. She gagged his cock down her horny throat as far as she good, making him buck and thrust his hips as her mouth slobbered over his thick meat, pushing into the back of her throat hard and covering it in her spit. It trickled down over his balls, so she removed her mouth from his shaft and spread her saliva over them with her tongue, licking slightly along his ass crack and back up to the tip of his dick. He tickled and shuddered with intense sexual pleasure at the feel and sound of her slurping tongue. Eager to return the pleasure, he spat and slobbered loudly over her cunt lips and throbbing clit. After she’d licked all of her cum off of him, she moved her body down and turned, scratching down his torso with her fingers. “you ready to be fucked baby?” she asked teasingly, spitting on her hand and fondling his swollen balls. “Uuh fuck Natalie, I need to cum, baby, I’m so fucking horny” he replied. “fuck, I need you baby” she said as she straddled his waist and reached to position his tip outside of her slit, aching to cum again. She placed her hands on his heaving, muscular chest, loving that familiar feeling of his heartbeat and the height to which his chest rose in excitement and adoration at seeing her. Her face melted into a loving smile as she bent down and kissed him lightly, laying on top of him tenderly and staying to gaze into his kind eyes. “I love you, Natalie,” he said, and she smiled softly and replied, “I love you too, Freddie”. “Make love to me, please baby” he begged her, and she kissed him slowly and passionately, gently flicking her tongue against his mouth, taking her sweet time to savour every moment her lips were embraced by his. Still kissing him like a true lover, she lowered her body onto his, moaning gently at the feel of his throbbing dick sliding in past her smooth pussy. “Shit, that feels so amazing, I love you so much” he whispered in pleasure as he threw his arms behind his head, allowing her to take control and slowly grind her body against his. She moaned as she looked down and saw his body stretched out beneath hers, feeling his hips raise slightly and sink again with the motion of her body rolling and riding him slowly. They fell into a natural syncopation as their bodies became one with each other, loving each others touch and feel, the motion of their sweet lovemaking brining them both closer and closer to a strong orgasm. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them tenderly, continuing to send surges of loving pleasure through both their bodies as they shifted their groins together, the feeling of his hard rod sliding against her silky walls taking over them both and filling their minds and bodies with a shared, intense ecstasy. “Fuck, Natalie, you’re going to make me cum baby” he moaned sensually, “mmm, yeah babe, ride me like that, love me baby” “I love you, uugh I love feeling you move in me like this” she replied, moving her hands down to her waist to push their bodies further into each other and intensify the pleasurable friction and pressure on both of their sexes. “fuuuck, baby im cuummiing!” Freddie moaned loudly in a deep, raspy voice, pushing his hips up further inside Natalie’s legs straddled around his body, pushing her chest forward to rest on his, forcing her clit on his pelvis as his member eased pressure against her soft walls. “uuugh! Me too baby, fuck, me too! UUUHHH, I’m cumming with you baby” she gasped, groaning in his ear and strengthening his passionate, blissful orgasm, his raging organ pulsing inside her tight, squeezing sex as he came hard and long, pulses of release flowing powerfully through his whole being. He pulled her quaking body against his, feeling her heat and her passion filled movements as she held tight onto his tensing body, their skin rubbing sensually against each other as her nerves were filled with intense pleasure and his muscles flowed with ecstasy. They slowly prolonged their intense orgasms, all the while whispering loving words of affection and adoration in one another’s tingling ear, sending shivers down Freddie’s spine and hips and relaxing Natalie’s mind and body as they slowed their grinding to a blissful stop, her body coming to a final rest upon his, their raging hearts beating in sync strongly within the small space between them. He kissed her cheek softly and gently hugged her shaking body against his, each of them closing their eyes and just sensing one another’s love. The sun had fallen low, to mere moments before setting outside the window, which overlooked the sprawling golf course hidden by the forest all the way down to the ocean, where as the two lovers lay heaving in unison, Natalie’s body falling softly down onto Freddie’s with every breath, the waves softly pounded against the shore, and the sun skipped lightly, playfully over the pattering sea, eventually landing with a weightless flutter upon gerbera daisies bowing to the wind.
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Chapter IV Linda and Cindy, and a little history. After work Friday afternoon, I stocked up on groceries, stopped off at the liquor store, and went home for a shower and nap before Linda was scheduled to arrive at eleven or so. Sure enough, Linda showed up around midnight, having made a quick trip home for some clothes and getting stoned to the gills while she was going and coming back. I was out of my shorts and had Linda out of her cut-offs and tube top less than five minutes after she walked in the door, and on her knees with my dick down her throat in about six minutes. Linda withdrew her hot little mouth after a few deep-throats, and asked if I wanted to spank her? I did, but wanted to throat-fuck her, too. I didn’t think she was going to get off on being spanked very much, but the idea of paddling that cute little ass was very appealing, so, I said yes, I would very much like to spank her. I sat on the couch, and positioned Linda over my knees. The way she was built, and as small as she was, she could rest her arms on the floor, and have her cute little bare ass upturned right over my lap. I started off with some light hand spanks, alternating from one cheek to the other, and Linda was giggling and saying that being spanked was more like being tickled. After I had spanked her with my hand long enough to get her butt warm and red, I pulled her up and told her to bend over the back of the couch. I retrieved the paddle with no holes in it from the couch cushions, and rubbed it across Linda’s warm red ass a little before applying the first lick. I put the first one right across her pretty little ass cheeks, just hard enough to sting a bit. Then, I gave her four or five more, ending up with a fairly hard stinger right at the junction of her butt and thighs. By this time, her giggles had turned into sharp gasps and small yelps. While she was still bent over the couch, I applied a generous dollop of KY to her little brown starfish and entered her ass with my now raging hard dick. She moaned and begged me to go easy, but the excitement of paddling her and the heat generated from her red little ass pressed up against me was too much. I stroked into her up to my balls, and then continued a slow, in and out rhythm until I felt her start to push back against me. I continued to stroke into her, while she moaned louder and pushed down on the couch with her hands, attempting to get me deeper in her backdoor hole. I felt her start to shudder and shake in the first of her orgasms, and drove into her harder, which put me over the edge and resulted in a lot of cum being pumped into her tight little brown hole. I remained in her ass for a long time, and she was gasping and shuddering, still in the aftermath of a very intense anal orgasm. Much later, after we had smoked another couple of joints and finished off most of a bottle of wine, we got the munchies bad. Linda was parading around my small kitchen naked except for a pair of black satin panties, getting together Spam, cheese, chips, dip, canned black olives, a sliced apple, and anything else she found and could lay out on the table. As we munched and I watched Linda’s delightful little titties flop, she asked if I ever wondered about where or when she learned to give blow-jobs. I confessed I had not given it much thought, just assumed that she had natural talent, for which I was extremely grateful! She giggled, and took another drag off the joint we were sharing. Then she proceeded to tell me how she learned to give blow-jobs, and smoke pot. (Here I was forced to delete several paragraphs, due to underage content. Suffice be it to say, Linda was taken advantage of in her pre-teen years by two slightly older cousins, coerced into performing sexual acts, and horribly molested. Bear in mind, I do not condone any sort of pedophilia, but her story was relayed to me back in the early to mid 80s and I told it as I remembered it. She was well above the age of consent when our relationship started.) I cuddled her up and carried her off to bed, and we slept a pot induced sleep until she woke me by sucking on my dick. Didn’t take long to get me really hard, and I stroked in and out down her throat for what seemed a long time. She was swirling her tongue around my shaft, and every so often giving me a great sensation by doing a tongue flutter right behind my glans. I ended up kneeling over her face, both hands wrapped around her small head, with my dick down her throat up to my balls. I really exploded when I came, so deep in her throat it felt like I shot cum on her tonsils. After that, we both had no trouble going back to sleep. When we awakened later that morning, Linda seemed slightly subdued and melancholy, and preferred to shower alone and get ready for work. She went in early, and later called and cancelled that night, saying she didn’t feel well. Without much to do, I got dressed and went out for a beer or three. Talked to some friends, danced with some ladies, and had a fairly good time ‘til about eleven-thirty, or so. That’s when Cindy walked in. I was OK with that, but about three minutes later, here comes Jackie. Rat shit! I danced with Cindy, and we drank some, but Jackie monopolized Cindy, and the conversation, and in general, was just being a little blond spoiled bitch. Finishing my beer, I asked Cindy if she wanted a last dance, as I was about to head for the barn. Sure enough, Jackie had to jump up and say that I couldn’t leave, I hadn’t danced with her yet. So I got another beer, and the girls another drink, and went to dance with Jackie. I would have just as soon French kissed a rattlesnake. Jackie did her best to create dissention between Cindy and me. When I took her in my arms to dance, I tried to be distant, but she pulled me in close, and snuggled those big tits up against my chest, breathing in my ear and even licked my neck. I knew Cindy was probably watching all this, so I told Jackie to settle down, and we managed to finish the dance. I grabbed Cindy up for the next dance as soon as Jackie and I got back to the table, and told her that all of Jackie’s going on was not anything I wanted, or encouraged. Cindy still seemed to be a little pissy about the whole thing. When I asked her if she wanted to come over to my place after she ditched Jackie, she asked if I had rather Jackie came over after Jackie ditched her? I said I would just as soon face-fuck a bitch wolf with rabies as to have anything to do with Jackie. Cindy giggled a little bit about face-fucking a bitch wolf, and said she might come over if she could get rid of Jackie. I left, went home, and went to sleep on the couch. Cindy never showed. Next morning, I woke up early, said the hell with women, and went fishing. I got back home about dark, and was cleaning fish when the phone rang. It was Linda, saying she was sorry about being a no-show last night, and could she make it up to me tonight? Super duper, extra special, all the way, extra pickles, blow-job? Spank her ass over the couch? Anything else I could dream up, Linda was willing. She seemed really contrite about missing out last night. I said OK, I will come up with something extra perverted, and I would see her right after eleven. I went back to cleaning fish, and had just gotten finished when the phone rang again. This time, it was Cindy. She was so sorry about last night, couldn’t get rid of Jackie, hated to leave me hanging, sorry for her pissy mood, knew I didn’t want Jackie, and could she make it up to me, tonight? I told her I had other plans, why didn’t she spend her time with Jackie, since she couldn’t get rid of her. I hung up with Cindy fairly upset. Linda showed up right after eleven o’clock, and as soon as she was in the door, I kissed her deep, and started stripping her out of her waitress uniform. Naked, I hustled her into a warm shower, soaped her petite little body, shampooed and conditioned her short, raven black hair, and took her off to bed, still wet. I nibbled the water off her pert little brown nipples, kissed on down her taught belly, and spent some time tonguing her belly-button. All this time, Linda was squirming in ecstasy, and occasionally emitting a moan or a gasp. When I had kissed and nibbled down to her bare pussy, I began to lick and tongue her lips and clit, producing more and more gasps, moans and expressions of pleasure. When I had eaten her to at least two orgasms, I scrunched up her small body and entered her easily, in a missionary position. I continued to gently fuck her, and found that either she had gotten tighter, or I had grown some in the dick department. What with the extended foreplay, and the oral prelude, it wasn’t too long before Linda was bucking away beneath me, having orgasm on top of orgasm. I pinned her down to where I could get the most contact with her cunt, and drove home as deep and hard as I could, until I climaxed inside her for what seemed a long time. She actually screamed as one last, shuddering orgasm overtook her as I was cumming, as deep in her tight hole as I could get. I awakened late morning with Linda’s cute little butt pressed up against me, and slid out of bed. I headed for the shower, and just as I got the water hot enough, was joined by a sleepy Linda. She stuck her head under the spray, wetting her short hair, and vigorously scrubbed her face with both hands. “Hi”, she said, as she turned to face me. We soaped each other, then rinsed and enjoyed the hot water spray for a few more minutes. I started running my fingers through Linda’s pussy-lips and ass crack, and she wiggled back against my hand and moaned with pleasure. I turned her so she was facing the shower wall, and then soaped her pretty little brown ass liberally. With soap for a lube, I pushed my now hard dick about halfway into her tightest hole. She squealed a bit, and then started to try to push back against me. I finally managed to sink my pole all the way up her tight little ass, then started a slow, easy fucking rhythm. We fucked under the warm spray of the shower until it grew cold, and I finally came deep in Linda’s tight little poop chute. We were both exhausted, and just lazed around for the rest of the day, ‘til about two o’clock, when we both had to leave for work. I had to work a double that night, due to a no-show, and when I got home, flopped into bed and slept until I had to get up and go back to work. I didn’t talk to Linda for a couple of days, and I guess Cindy was still pissy about the way our last conversation had ended. I decided to let Cindy call when she was ready, and not go crawling. Turned out, Cindy had been calling, but I had been at work.
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"Okay class, the essays are due on Monday. And remember— printed papers, not handwritten. At least five paragraphs, no double spacing. You know the drill." One student grunted in agreement, whilst the majority had their eyes trained on the slowly ticking clock above the door. They were already practically out of the classroom even before the bell rang. I sighed, setting a stack of ungraded papers on my desk and pushing my glasses up habitually. "Monday. No excuses," I reminded them, trying to convey the seriousness of this assignment to them. A few met my glance and nodded absently, their eyes flickering suggestively towards the door. "Can we go now?" one student blurted, sitting two-thirds of the way out of his chair to be the first person out of the threshold. I glanced up at the clock, which read 1:43. Two minutes before the end of the day release. The buses would already be lined up and waiting, and some students took an extra minute or so going to their lockers... "Alright," I agreed reluctantly, letting the students get the best of me once again. Hell, at least it's Friday... A few kids cheered to their friends and sprinted to the doorway, almost as if they were trying to get out of the building the fastest. "Monday!" I hollered once again, knowing for sure that a select few students would just happen to forget. Jessica Smith strolled up to my desk at the front of the class. She added an unnatural spring to her step, her brown curls excessively bouncing around her shoulders as she leaned over the paperwork in front of me. "Thank you for the early release , Mr. Masen," she crooned softly, placing an object on my desk. She half-waved with her hand and skipped out of the class, giggling to herself with her blonde cohort Megan in tow. The bell rang just moments later, ushering a stampede of students racing out of their designated rooms into the hall. With the faux bubblegum scent of Jessica's perfume lingering in a thick trail behind her, I refrained from breathing and slowly picked up the piece of candy she had placed on the stack of papers. A Dum Dum lollipop. Not only that, but it was, as expected, bubblegum flavored. My brow furrowed at it. Jessica and many other girls of her age believed I was somewhat attractive for a teacher, this much was clear; however, in my defense, the amount of good-looking people in the teaching realm was little to none, so it wasn't truly a fair fight in the first place. I may have been handsome for a teacher, but as an adult in general I was but fairly average. I groaned at the thought of Jessica actually trying to seduce me with excessive amounts of perfume, boisterous sudden movements and childish lollipops. Perhaps if I were some sixty-year-old virgin who wasn't her teacher, and also had a pedophilic fetish for extremely young, virginal schoolgirls... but I definitely was neither any of those. I shivered at the thought. No thank you. I like staying out of jail. Placing the lollipop in my slacks pocket with no intention of eating it, I shut my laptop on the table and tucked it into my daily briefcase. I collected the student grade book and ungraded papers, adding them to the case and closing it. Jacket and briefcase in one arm, I flicked off the room lights and closed the door behind me, locking it with the key. Barely any students lingered in the hall, all having rushed to their bus or vehicle. As I walked towards the center of the school, Jessica and her group of friends didn't wave as I passed them, nor did they acknowledge me in any way other than with their eyes. Sights lingering on certain parts of my anatomy longer than necessary, the group of girls looked rather carnivorous huddled in a group like that. I ran a hand through my hair and clenched the locks to distract myself from their predilections. "Get to your buses," I told them promptly, not faltering in movement as I passed. One girl giggled at me. One almost moaned. "Have a good day, Mr. Masen," another called after me. I waved half-assed back to them and carried on, listening to the soft clicking of my shoes meeting linoleum as their high-pitched chatter disintegrated itself into the back of my mind. I entered the school library's double doors and immediately was hit with the familiar scent of old book pages. Seeing the library empty of all other lifeforms so far, I made my way to the nearest section. This high school didn't have a wide assortment of literature here, being such a small facility, but it was at least moderate. The majority of books with mature content had been stripped from the shelves, all of the current ones being suitable for younger teenagers. It was odd, though, seeing as the kids nowadays probably had more carnal minds than most of the adults. A new generation and all that jazz, probably. A slow smile crept over my face as I remembered the simple things from my childhood, like browsing through a bookstore with my mother, feeling absorbed in the magical world of literature for the first time... Things I couldn't do anymore. Fingering the spines of tattered and worn books, all having been abused or simply overused with love, a certain surname caught my attention. I pulled a book from the shelf and flipped it onto its back, reading the context once again. I couldn't tell how much time had passed, but I found myself getting absorbed in the fictional works of my father. Setting the novella back on its shelf, I bristled, trying to forget that part of my life and move on. I could barely remember the man anyway, but reading his life's work could wither down my resolve. I really had to stop doing that. He had been the reason I became absorbed in written language, in English. I was too attention deficit to become a great writer like my father had been, so teaching had become my career instead. If I couldn't create my own realms of fiction, I could at least have the chance to teach someone else who could. Suddenly remembering why I had come to the library in the first place, I left the aisle and headed towards the front desk. My light tread halted at the sight of a lone young woman sitting atop the front counter, absorbed deeply into a book of her own. Her skin was pale white in the fluorescent lights, dark brown hair falling in waves around her shoulders, a wisp of it curling up onto her cheek. Her shadowed eyes were darkened by her slacking posture, hunched over her novel, but her face was clearly beautifully shaped nonetheless. Her sculpted brow was knitted in concentration and she almost glared at the words in her hands, oblivious to myself and the rest of the world around her. She was clearly all woman, though, each curve of her trim body hugged tightly by very fitting clothes. Ass perched on the oak counter top with legs crossed and hanging down in front of her, the short skirt she wore was clinging in all the right places, exposing the smooth creamy color of her legs. And that shade of blue on her breasts was... fuuuuck. That blouse was made of sin. As she went to turn a page, she brought a finger to her mouth to lick it, her pink tongue flicking against the tip quickly before she reached back to turn it. That was a terrible habit, I knew—to lick your fingers before touching anything, especially books—but I couldn't find the effort to care at the moment. My slacks tightened involuntarily at the sight, all the blood in my body immediately pooling to my groin. I wanted the brunette beauty to lick my tip. Feeling suddenly as corrupted as any sixty-year-old pedophile on the prowl for virtuous females of the younger variety, I flogged myself internally, trying to keep the unconventional spike of emotions beneath me. It was strange, being so immediately attracted to this woman; it usually took much more than just appearance alone for me to be attracted to someone, and even the most voluptuous of women in the nude had never given me an erection like this. What the fuck? For fear of being seen ogling her with a massive boner, I staggered over to a nearby book trolley and grabbed at it, effectively knocking a few books to the floor in my panic. Loudly. The woman's head jerked up at the sound, but quickly softened when she registered my face. "Oh, hi," she called, her voice light and feminine. She placed a bookmark from the counter into her book and hopped down, tits jiggling as she landed, causing my mind to fall blank for several seconds. She walked over and closed the distance between us with a slight smile bared on her face. Swallowing the thickness in my throat, I tried to feign nonchalance. "I'm sorry about that," I told her, reaching down to pick up the books I had knocked over, all the while trying to discreetly adjust my not-so-unnoticeable dick so it didn't poke her in the eye or some shit. She knelt down as well to help, her blue sin of a blouse moving down to expose her bare chest enough to show the frilly lace of her white bra and the utterly scrumptious-looking curves hiding beneath. Damn those low cut blouses! "No.. problem..." she said softly, sounding a bit distracted. I tore my eyes away from her chest suddenly, fearing she'd noticed my behavior. She definitely had. Chocolate eyes widening with her mouth dropped in a little 'o', her eyes flickered between my own and my... crotch. Oh, goddamn it. Her face flamed a bright red immediately, and she struggled to hide a toothy smile as we both stood. Placing the rest of the books on the trolley, her eyes were still trained downward, glued to my engorged package. It twitched back at her in greeting. Restraining a groan, I ran a hand through my hair, unsure of how to proceed. Hello, my dick really wants to fuck you six ways from Sunday right on that counter over there. Oh, and my name is Jeffrey Masen, I'm a teacher here. Now bend over and spread 'em. "I'm s-sorry," she stuttered, her eyes finally dragging themselves away to look around the library. "Did you need something in particular, Mr. Masen?" My name caught me off guard, seeing as we hadn't been properly introduced yet. "Um, yes, I needed to sign up one of my classes for a visit next week... What is your name again?" I asked awkwardly, not seeing a name tag. Her face immediately looked dejected and she frowned, turning away to head to her desk. "Lily Finch, I'm the new library tech here," she said softly, moving behind the counter. "We went to college together, Jeff," she stated point blank, fiddling with the computer beside her. "Oh," I replied dumbly, unsure of what to say. I couldn't remember her... "Yeah, we had like three of the same English courses," she almost snorted, "I'm not surprised you don't remember me though. I'm not exactly the type of woman people pay mind to." She shrugged, her nails beginning to click away on the keyboard. I spluttered a cough and the clicking stopped, and she looked up sideways at me, confused. "Oh, it's quite the contrary," I muttered, but then promptly regretted having said that. I couldn't find the words to backpedal myself out of it, so I fell silent for her response. Her face went aflame with blush again and she glanced down, not-so-inconspicuously trying to eyefuck my dick. Thankfully, it was hidden behind the counter and her eyes met nothing of importance, only my belt buckle. She looked bemused for a moment, her face still radiating color. Her eyes reluctantly moved from it back to the monitor. "What period class did you need?" "Fifth and sixth, if that's possible." "Which day?" "Next Wednesday." She nodded to herself and bit at her bottom lip habitually. The light pinkness turned white under the pressure, and in that moment I wanted to pull her lip away from her teeth. She needn't be doing that. Instead, my fingers twitched against the counter and I controlled the urge, something I had not been doing well so far this afternoon. My nerves were frazzled and we hadn't even had a real conversation yet. The white light from the monitor reflected across her skin, casting it in an almost alabastrine hue. "Okay," she said after a moment, "you're all signed up. Wednesday, fifth and sixth." I dragged a hand through my hair and tugged, distracting myself from the way her chocolate eyes followed my every move like a hawk. I never felt nervous around women, or anyone for that matter, but this practical stranger was making my stomach do gymnastics. Ignoring the butterflies in my gut, ignoring the way her inquisitive eyes tracked me, ignoring her pink full lip being bitten, and definitely ignoring the throbbing juncture in the front of my pants, I offered her a treaty of sorts. "Here," I offered, retrieving the bubblegum lollipop from my pocket and extending it to her. She took it tentatively, confusion marring her expression again. "Um... I mean, I don't know if you like candy or not, I'm not assuming you do, but I know girls like that kind of pink bubbly stuff more than I do so I was just thinking that you would probably appreciate it more if I gave you something like this as a treaty thing because I know I'm acting like a dumbshit and..." I sucked a gust of air into my empty lungs. "And I'm sorry if I'm being really weird. I'm not usually like this around beautiful women..." She blinked once. Twice. Her expression was utterly blank, and just as I began fearing I'd said too much, an almost smug smile crept upon her lips. "Why thank you , Jeff," she said in an amused tone, moving from her spot behind the counter. She walked through the small opening beside the counter and squeezed in front of me, grazing my chest with her breasts and just barely avoiding brushing my dick. I automatically took a step back, and she smiled wide, lifting herself onto the counter where she originally had been. Her face went leveled with mine. She twirled the lollipop in between her index finger and thumb for a moment before slowly unwrapping it with both hands. She placed it in her mouth, its light pink color being a slightly lighter hue than her plump lips. She kept swirling the stick between her fingers, wetting it in her mouth, dragging the little bulb across her tongue from side to side. She pulled it from her mouth slowly, making a little suction pop noise before she brought it back between her lips, her little pink tongue poking out to stroke it with small seductive circles. Oh, fuck me. For a certain length of time I stared, and stared, and stared , though I couldn't tell for how long. I was so fucking jealous of that damned lollipop. Finally, as realization trickled back into my senses, I finally tore my eyes from her lips. Her semi-lidded eyes sought after mine, that damn smug smirk still on her face, and I knew she knew what she was doing to me. Growling at her, I dropped my things and clasped at her bare shins. "Goddammit woman," I laughed despite the lack of humor in the situation. I stepped to her and hooked my hands behind her kneecaps to lock her in place. "Why must thou taunt me so?" At the touch, I could feel the warmth of her legs radiating onto my fingerpads through her pantyhose. She didn't seem to mind the contact, widening her legs slightly at my touch. "Oh, what ever do you mean, sir?" she questioned in an innocent tone. She stared into my eyes for a moment before they slowly traveled downward to the lollipop. "Oh, this? Do you want a taste, Mr. Masen?" You don't know the half of it. She held the small lollipop just mere inches from my mouth. Grinning with sudden plans of revenge, I bent forward to lick along its sweetness with the tip of my tongue. She watched as I flicked along its side a bit more before taking it into my mouth. I let out an exaggerated moan, gripping her calves a bit tighter and pulling myself between them. I had no clue what the fuck I was doing. She readily accepted whatever the hell this situation had dissolved into. Her heels hooked behind my thighs and she pulled herself to the edge of the counter, her skirt riding up to her hips. My clothed swollen cock pushed against her heat and I moaned again, this time being involuntarily. Her hand let go of the lollipop's stick and she gripped both at my waist, keeping me close to her. My arms wrapped around her tiny waist and I clung her to me in a similar manner. The damned lollipop was still in my mouth, however, so I turned my head to spit it out onto the floor. She didn't care at all, apparently too lust-driven to even do her job, and moved one of her hands from my hips to my chin and pulled my mouth to hers. She kissed me roughly at first, our lips mashing together in a very awkward—but still very, very hot—manner. I pulled minutely away, pressing my lips to hers again but with tenderness. Her hand cupped beneath my ear and held me to her, and my arms clutched her tiny form tight closer in return. I pecked chaste kisses on her lips at first, then we moved together slowly, getting used to the feel. Her lips were full and soft and warm and I couldn't resist the urge to plunge my tongue between them. She tasted like bubblegum and gumdrops and rainbows and just woman. Her tongue slid in alongside mine, no longer rushed in a frenzy, and we kissed languidly. The smoothness of her tongue on mine made my dick throb against her, wanting to ravage her now and spear itself into any one of her orifices. I barely resisted acting on the impulse. Her hand wrapped around and into my hair and tugged softly. I groaned into her at the feeling, loving the way she had done that. She pulled back for a moment after leaving another quick peck. "I've always wanted to do that," she breathed, her chocolate eyes staring miles back into mine. I eskimo-kissed her nose for a moment, then stole another kiss on her lips. I just couldn't stop kissing this woman. "Do what?" I finally asked, nuzzling my nose down the column of her throat. She tilted her head to the side, giving me room to suck along the flesh there. "You always used to tug on your hair when you're frustrated. I've dreamed of pulling your hair like that, but in a different—ugh—situation..." She gasped and groaned when I nipped with my teeth at the pulse point on her neck. This woman was my fucking kryptonite on legs. I've dreamed of pulling your hair... As weird and masochistic as it sounded, that was, hands down, the hottest line I'd ever heard in my life. The bleak flickering fluorescent lights above us caught my attention. Suddenly remembering we were in a school library where we were both employed at, I picked up the wondrous woman and carried her off to a different location. She squealed girlishly as she clung against me with her fuckawesome tits pressing up against my chest. I clutched at her ass while her legs stayed wrapped around me. I didn't even think of where exactly I was headed, mindlessly fueled on lust as I carried her into a jointed computer lab room. The lights and computers were off, the room being long since evacuated. Thank you, lord. There was an almost bare teacher's desk in the room. I deposited the lovely Lily on its surface and pushed the remaining papers and a stapler onto the floor. She reluctantly let me go, and I kissed her softly before turning to lock the door and turn on the lights. Oh fuck yes, there was actually a lock. When I turned back around, she sat there with a sheepish smile. I took two long strides to close the distance between us. Our lips pulled to one another like magnets again, perfectly and utterly in sync with one another. Her tongue reached mine the same moment mine reached for hers and she smiled against my mouth. My hands skimmed her hands, forearms, elbows, shoulders, finally reaching to cup her smooth neck on either side. My mouth parted from hers and I left a sloppy trail of kisses along her jaw and neck, loving the taste and smell and feel of her milky skin. And then she was giggling again. So fucking cute. I blew air against a moist spot on her neck and she laughed as I made a raspberry against her flesh. I adored this woman already. But we were here to fuck, not goof around. Her small hands pulled the tails of my shirt from the back of my pants. My fingers began unbuttoning her blouse from the top down, taking excruciatingly long on each and every button. I could have opened them quicker, but the way she wriggled on the table and scaled her fingertips along my spine was too amazing to forgo. I wanted to soak up every last detail about this wicked siren and the magic spell she had cast over me. My lips followed after my fingers, kissing along the perfect flesh peeking out of her frilly white bra. She pushed her breasts together and I licked along the crevice it provided. My fingers finally finishing their tantalizing trail, her blouse opened. I pushed it off of her shoulders, savoring every visible aspect of her. Lily was all curves and smooth, ivory silk. Her breasts still clothed, I could see the slightly darker hue of her protruding nipples against the thin white fabric. Her neck and chest was flushed with blush as I stared at her and licked my lips in thought. Her stomach was flat and sculpted though not thin enough to see her ribs. Her hips were wide and legs oh-so opened, I could smell the sweetness of her arousal from here. Even the tiny mole on the side of stomach was adorable and I couldn't help but reach down and kiss it, too. The smell of her awaiting sex assaulted my senses as I had leaned down to lick along her stomach. My hands brushed up her legs, pulling her skirt up and over her thighs. Her legs opened automatically, inviting me into their depths. I licked my way up her thighs and hooked my fingers under her pantyhose. She lifted her hips and I pulled the fabric down ever so slowly, watching and treasuring every single delicious inch of her beauty before removing it with her shoes. I could hear her rapid pants of breath as she watched me from above, and knew my breathing wasn't much better off. I bent, bracing my hands on the desk at either side of her hips, and put my face against the innocent white fabric of her panties. Her natural scent was ambrosial to the senses. I could feel the moisture leaking through the cloth against my nose and lips and it made my heart skip and my cock twitch, knowing that I was the one who had aroused her so. She groaned at me, widening her legs to their maximum, and I nuzzled against her clothed sex with my nose and teeth, teasing, nipping. Her hands grasped my hair and pushed me to her harder. "Please, Jeff," she begged breathlessly, clutching my hair for dear life. "Tell me what you want," I commanded gruffly, pressing the cloth of her panties between her lower lips. "Fuck me," she begged, moaning in the same moment. She accentuated this with a thrust of her hips. "With your tongue..." I inhaled sharply at her unexpected, sexy request, thereby filling my nose with the scent of her. "Fuck, Lily," I groaned when her hips bucked up at me again. "Yes," she agreed, "fuck Lily." I groaned again, her words killing me slowing with lust. I bit pointedly at the fabric, grabbing it with my teeth and attempting to drag it down her legs. She aided me by lifting her hips and using her hands to get her panties down her thighs and finally they slid easily once past her knees. My lips instinctively wrapped around the permeated material of her wet panties and I suck hard, drawing the taste of her into my mouth. I grabbed her calves and moaned as her flavor hit my taste buds. Fucking woman and sweet and strawberries. It consumed me. Before I even really had a chance to fully divulge into just how perfect it was, the fabric was ripped from between my teeth. My eyes opened in shock and she stared at me with mild anger. I wondered just how perverted she thought I was for shamelessly sucking on her panties while she watched. She surprised me when she leaned forward and stuffed the panties into my front left pocket. "You can play with those all you want later," she promised. She leaned back onto the desk and spread her legs again. I didn't realize she had a hold of my tie until I was jerked forward harshly. "But right now, you do as you're told." I bit the skin on the inside of her knee to keep from moaning out loud again. My eyes homed in on the spread apex of her thighs and I all but jizzed in my pants at the sight of it. Holyfuck, it was all pink and bare and glistening wet, fucking begging to be fucked. I wanted only one thing before I fulfilled her request – demand. I pulled against the hand that she was still trying to force me down to her pussy with and leaned over her chest. She arched her back off the desk when I brushed her ribs with my fingertips and I gratefully slid my hand underneath her, fingering the closure on her bra. She was patient, though I fumbled for longer than necessary, which I fully blame on the state of my arousal and not my lack of bra removal as of late. We both sighed with relief when the hooks popped loose and as I removed the bra the rest of the way, I leaned in to kiss her neck and mumble an apology. She deftly forced my head to her breasts and I chuckled at her one-track mind. Her bra joined her blouse on the floor and I greedily cupped the newly exposed flesh in my hands, leaning up on my elbows to watch while I played with her nipples. She panted heavily as I palmed them, sliding the slightly calloused skin on my hands over the soft, yet stiff tips of her breasts. Her hips writhed and her chest arched more firmly into my hands as I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. "I can't, please," she begged. I greedily leaned in and lapped at the valley between her breasts, tasting the salt and sweetness of her skin fresh on my tongue again, rescrambling my thought process. Her heels dug into the back of my thighs as I continued to taste her skin and roll her nipples, tugging for pain and rubbing for relief. I kissed along the underside of each of her breasts, tasting her. I cupped her left breast in my palm, squeezing gently, and nipped along the underside of her right breast before sliding my palm underneath it. I looked up and caught her watching me as I slowly kissed my way towards the center of her breast. Still watching her, I flicked my tongue out and over the tight, hardened nipple and she bit her lip into her mouth, muffling a moan. I wasn't having any of that. I flicked at her nipple again then swirled my tongue around the tip. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, another moan stifled behind her teeth. Frustrated, I pulled away. "Look at me," I commanded. Her eyes fluttered slightly before opening. "Watch me. No biting your lip," I pleaded. Her lip popped out from between her teeth and I leaned up to kiss her, sucking her lip into my mouth and running my tongue over the indents she left. I left sloppy open mouthed kisses down her neck, quickly making my way back to her tits. She watched me as I again swirled my tongue around a nipple, letting out a whimper as I did so. I latched my lips around her nipple and a tantalizing moan filled the room. Her eyes threatened to close, but she forced them open and pressed her heels harder into my thighs, rocking her hips and seeking friction. I slid my hands from her breasts, over her ribs and thin waist and firmly gripped her hips. The circular bones fit perfectly in my palms and I pulled her to the edge of the desk, pressing our needy bodies together. The thin material of my slacks absorbed her wetness and I could feel it on my dick. I'd went commando today, as usual, not expecting to become even minutely aroused at work. As much as I loved the free feeling, I wouldn't be going nude anymore. Just a glimpse of Lily was going to have me rocking a hard one and the loose, thin material of my trousers weren't going to do a damn thing to hide it. "God, Jeff, please. I can't take this," she whined, her hips rocking constantly, rubbing her hot core along my length. I gave a few final loving licks, sucks, and bites to her hard, pink nipples and started kissing my way down her stomach. My hands fisted into her skirt at either side of her hips as my lips made it to her bellybutton. That fucking smell. Her arousal hit my senses like a freight train and only grew stronger when she widened her legs and circled her hips, again seeking friction. I bit down on the skin beneath her bellybutton and she hissed, her hips writhing more at the sharp feeling of my teeth. I released the skin and licked at the red marks my teeth surely left, hoping she wouldn't be too pissed about the bruise that would probably form there. I skipped past her skirt, pushing it up as far as I could, and licked my way from hip to hip, drawing lower and avoiding the place we both wanted my tongue to really be. "Fuck, you've teased me enough," she groaned, her fingers knotting into my hair once again and trying to force me where she wanted me. "Please." I flicked my tongue over the bare skin of her lips, quickly, once, twice. Teasing her was fucking priceless, she had the best reactions. "Fuck," she whimpered. "I love making you wet," I tormented, speaking practically right against her pussy, knowing that she could feel the heat of my breath and the vibration of my words. "Agh," she groaned. I palmed her thighs, lifted them over my shoulders, and dropped to my knees. I again bunched the fabric of her skirt up and held it in tight fists. So slowly, I licked along the cleft of her pussy, getting the strongest taste of her I'd had yet. Her hips bucked hard and her fingers tightened in my hair, shoving my face more firmly to her. I let her. My lips moved up between hers, I pressed my tongue against her hard, licking and sucking. My top lip and nose kept bumping her clit and her moans were loud and uninhibited while I did as she'd asked me to: tongue fucked her pussy. She started moaning my name, and I had to release a hand from her skirt to open my pants and rub myself. I couldn't fucking stand the way she made me ache. I don't think I'd ever been so hard in my life and the more she said my name, the more I wanted her. When she moaned, "I'm cumming," I nearly fucking lost it. She clamped down tight on my tongue buried inside of her and I continued to rub my nose on her clit. As she peaked, a long, high pitched moan filled the room and her nails dug into the top of the desk, scraping the surface as she clawed at it. Her pussy pulsed around my tongue, clenching and releasing rhythmically. I somehow managed to withhold the urge to cum as I rubbed my pre-cum into the head of my cock to the rhythm of her pulsating pussy. "Holy, Jeff," she mumbled pushing my face away as I continued to lick at her while she calmed down. I stood up, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. Lily grabbed the tail of my tie as I tried to pull it over my head. "The tie stays on," she said firmly. I looked up at her, quirking my eyebrow questioningly but she didn't notice, her eyes were busy elsewhere. I growled when her tongue darted out between her lips and coated them, her eyes locked on my cock so firmly I could almost feel them burning holes into it. I launched at her, landing on the desk with one knee between her legs, the other at her hip, my hands landed on the desk by her head. I ravished her mouth, groaning as her tongue slid along mine and knowing damn well she could taste herself on it. I inhaled a sharp breath when her hands wrapped around my cock, the unexpectedness making it all the more pleasurable. I broke our kiss and looked down at her hands on me. She slid her thumb up my shaft, rubbed it over the slit in my head, and started making figure eights over the tip with the slick pad of her finger. Just as it started to feel really fucking good, she wrapped her whole hand around the tip and stroked down to my balls, holding tightly. Her other hand copied the exact process from the thumb sliding to the fisting. Her hands found a rhythm fairly quickly, stroking my length, twisting slightly. I dropped to my elbows and buried my face in her throat. "Holy fucking shit, Lily," I grunted. I'd always thought handjobs were the poor man's fuck, but this was easily the best handjob I'd ever had; topping not only most of the blowjobs I'd had over the years, but even some intercourse. The urge to thrust myself harder into her hands wasn't helped at all when she leaned her face into my hair and inhaled, releasing the breath through her mouth and onto my ear. She inhaled again. "Jeff, I want to feel you inside of me," she said breathlessly. "Fu-uck," I groaned, drawing out the word while her hands continued to manipulate me. "That's right, baby, I want to fuck." I groaned my favorite expletive again, figuring I had about t-minus two strokes before I busted a nut all over her skirt and stomach. I centered my weight onto one arm and caught her wrist right before the end of the second stroke. I held my breath, knowing I was right on the edge and one perfect flick of her thumb would have me blowing my load. "Let go," I pleaded, pulling on her wrist, praying she'd do this the easy way. She did let go, completely. I sat back on my knees. I wanted to chastise my dick as it continuously twitched like an epileptic against my stomach. She stared at my cock, eyeing it deviously with a fucking sexy smirk plastered on her lips. Instead of wasting the time to yell at my happy-go-lucky penis, I grabbed my wallet out of my back pocket and thanked the Lord of Sex that I still carried at least one rubber at all times. "I think it wants me," Lily commented while I attempted to get my slacks and shoes off at the same time I was tearing the condom open. "You're damn fucking right I want you," I replied. The condom flopped out of the package onto her stomach and I cussed, flailing like an idiot to get my shoe off. I finally kicked the fucker off and Lily picked up the condom and wrapped her other hand around me. I latched my hands onto her thighs to ground myself as she slid the condom down my length. She pretended to be technical, straightening and checking the fit of the rubber, but I got the impression she was just playing with me and kind of chuckle-moaned. She stopped when she realized I caught her and smiled good-humoredly. I leaned down to kiss her again and she wrapped her arms around my back. We shifted with each other, re-situating so my knees were between her legs and I waited, kissing her long and slow. She tucked her chin slightly, breaking the kiss. "I want you too, Jeff," she said, her voice quiet but convictive. I opened my eyes slowly, meeting hers. "Are you sure?" I asked. She seemed a bit stunned that I was even asking. Deep down – despite the fact that I knew that I wanted this, really fucking badly – I knew that if she said no, I would be okay with it and still want to take her out for more than just sexual reasons. I fucking liked this woman, and not just because she made me hard. "Yes, I'm sure." I nodded and pressed my lips to hers once again. Her hands slid down my back, one grasping my hip and the other full on grabbing my ass as she urged me forward. "You're a naughty little librarian," I mused against her lips. "Mm," she hummed in return. She mumbled what sounded like, "you should see how I punish the mouthy boys who interrupt me while I'm reading my dirty books." Not really caring if I misheard her or not – but really fucking hoping I didn't – I ground myself against the hot, wet flesh between her legs. She hastily reached between us and lined me up with her entrance, nudging me forward with her hand when I was on the mark. No fucking patience, at all, I thought. We'll have to work on that… I pressed forward, feeling her open up to me and sliding in partially before I fully realized just how motherfucking tight she was. "Don't stop," she gasped, pulling on me again, her fingers digging in almost painfully. "Fuck… Lily… tight," I ground out. She proved her lack of patience again, replacing her hands with her legs, wrapping her calves around my ass and pulling. I grunted when our bodies clapped together and she continued to try to force me further in. I'd have thought she would have been in pain for how tight she felt, but I fit in her better than I imagined I ever could. The pressure between us escalated as she lifted her bottom half completely off the desk, grinding on me. Her eyes flew open after a few moments and she stared dubiously at me. "Do something," she demanded. I quirked an eyebrow at her and grabbed her knees, forcing her legs off of me. "You were taking the initiative." "You're on top," she countered. Before she could fully comprehend what was coming, I had my arms under her back and managed to flip us over on the desk without breaking something, or dropping her on the floor. I sat up, her in my lap, and my legs dangling off the edge of the desk. "Happy now?" I asked. "So deep ," she replied. "Do something," I commanded back at her and smacked her ass lightly. She gasped and bit her lip, her inner muscles clenching down on me, in pleasure or surprise, or both, or anger. She looked kind of pissed. I braced myself as she leaned towards my face, her lips crashed against mine roughly. She kissed me hard, definitely bruising my lips, but I couldn't have cared less. I kissed her back with just as much force and tongue and rough, lust filled sloppiness. Her knees clamped down on my hips as she raised herself up, unexpectedly dropping back down, making up both gasp. "Ohh," she whimpered. I groaned, grabbing her hips and helping her as she found a pace that worked for her. Christ, she was tight, and I wasn't small, and I had to be hitting her really fucking deep, and she was fucking loving it. She couldn't set a rhythm. She'd go fast, then slow, and long strokes, then short humps. It would have been maddening, but it all felt so good. Between the physical stimulation her tight pussy was providing, the aural stimulation of her arousal sliding along mine and her heavy pants and moans, and the visual stimulation as she rode me, her tits sometimes at perfect mouth level, I was fucking stoked. She could have sat there doing nothing if it felt good for her, I wouldn't have cared. Whatever the fuck she wanted, she could have. "Oh, God. Never been so… full," she whispered, contradicting the quiet voice with a loud moan. "Fuck, Jeff, right there," she cried out, repeating her movement. I tightened my hold on her hips, aiding the rocking motion she seemed to like mid-stroke. Her breath was catching each time as I hit the same place. I knew I had to be hitting her g-spot and I helped her move at a quicker pace, pressing my own hips up at an angle, hoping to hit it harder. Her eyes shot open wide and unseeing the first time I did it. Her hands moved from me shoulders to my hair and she pulled hard, making me hiss. Her body rippled as her muscles contracted, her stomach muscles tightening and her thighs quivering, her inner muscles gave a spasm and I swear even her fingers trembled against my scalp. "Fuck yeah," I groaned, mostly encouraging myself. She whimpered in response. Her pace quickened further with each thrust I gave. Her moans hardly stopped and peaked higher with each pass of her g-spot. Her head lolled forwards and back, looking close to unhinging. Her knuckles pressed against my scalp as her fingers wrapped tighter into my hair. Her pussy tightened around me, her inner muscles locking down and I fucking could feel it coming. Christ, I could feel her getting there and I wanted so badly to be able to remember this moment forever. Her pussy gave one contraction, then another. Her moans died and her mouth hung open, her breathing didn't even come and I was waiting for the scream, sure it was building. I wasn't sure if I was happy or not when she didn't scream. We were fucking on school property, and hoping to keep it private, so the scream would have been a bit implicating, but bringing the fuckhot librarian to a screaming orgasm on a desk in the computer lab would have made my fucking life. Her open mouth connected with my shoulder, hard, locking down as she let go of what I assume was the scream she'd been holding in. Her whole body locked up, jerking and spasming around and against me. She bit me fucking hard, and she was pulling my hair fucking hard, and her pussy was hot and tight and wet and squeezing me fucking hard. And I was so fucking hard. I came fucking hard with her. My arms locked around her lower back, holding her down tight against me as my hips bucked with each release. She milked me through my entire orgasm, which felt like days and moments at the same time. After shocks shook her, making her clench and release and shudder, inhale and whimper. I fell back against the desk more spent and sated than I ever remembered being in my life. She came with me, still whimpering and moaning. She climbed her way up my chest, kissing as she went. I felt my deflating dick slide from her and trembled at the loss of heat and tight perfection. She reached my lips and pressed the softest kiss to them. She twirled my hair in her fingers and nuzzled my nose with her own, teasingly licking my swollen lower lip. It was almost heart-wrenchingly tender. It was also fleeting. Three harsh raps sounded on the door before the handle rattled loudly. Lily jumped and I tightened my arms around her, feeling the oddest sense of possessiveness and the strongest urge to protect her from whatever wanted to come in. "Who's in der?" said a gruff voice. I sighed, petting Lily's hair. "It's just Ted, I'll take care of him." I helped Lily down from the desk and the knob rattled again. "I've got da keys, I'm gonna come in der." "Ted, it's just me, Je— Mr. Masen. I'll be right there." Ted was the school's main custodian. He was certainly an entertaining fellow. He was far from quick witted, but he told the most disgustingly hilarious jokes. I pulled my pants halfway up before realizing I still had the used condom on. I grabbed a tissue from the fallen objects on the floor and disposed of the rubber, glad that the garbage would be emptied fairly soon so some perverted kid couldn't find it and do God knows what with it. I hissed when my shirt came in contact with my bitten shoulder and I eyed the wound, noticing some blood threatening to pool. I darted my eyes to Lily, hoping she hadn't noticed, but she was frowning and staring worriedly at the mark. When she met my eyes, I jerked my head, motioning for her to stand to the side and out of eyeshot. At least she had gotten redressed and I could hopefully talk Ted into some cock-and-bull story if he did decide to barge in. I ran my hands through my hair a few more times and halfheartedly straightened my tie. Putting on a distraught and fatigued fa?e, I opened the door. "Ted, God, I'm sorry," I started in right away, not giving him a chance to ask questions. "My computer is being iffy and I had to get some files onto a flash drive before I could get home. I have this terrible habit of locking doors as soon as I walk through them, got it from my mother. Do you think you can hold out for a bit longer? I need to finish up. Can you give me fifteen minutes?" By the end of my short, albeit stressed sounding, rant, Ted appeared just as stressed as I did. "Sure ting, Mr. Masen, I gotta unclog a pooper in the boy's locker room anyway." He rushed off. Lily burst out laughing from somewhere close behind me and I sighed a deep breath of relief. "Remind me to never attempt to top your lying skills, Jeff. You looked like you were on the verge of a panic attack." I chuckled. "Honestly, I kind of was." She smiled and started towards me, faltering a few steps away and looking nervous. "So, um…" She bit her lip, stopping the sentence. "Will you go to dinner with me?" I blurted. The smile returned and she closed the distance between us, molding her body to mine as I kissed her red lips. "Tonight?" she asked. I nodded. "Anywhere you want, as long as it's right now. I'm starving." She grimaced. "Jeff, we both look like we… well, like we just had some really amazing sex." I smirked and shrugged. She grinned back at me, snaking her hand to my ass and squeezing. "What do I get for agreeing?" I leaned in close to her ear and breathed her in before I whispered exactly how I'd repay her.
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I can't tell you exactly when I first saw him looking, Millsy I mean. Maybe when me and Faith were rubbing up against each other on the sofa, putting on a show for the lads we worked with. She was beautiful, just sixteen with the most amazing deep brown eyes and great tits...the fact that we were always together didn't help, maybe he was looking at her. It was the night that we were both put on shift alone together that I became aware that he wanted me. He stared at my arse, he stared at my tits, inbetween match of the day and sips of tea. I was sprawled on the sofa trying not to look too interested, and trying to avoid his stares, wondering if he knew how wet he was making my pussy just by looking at me, wondering if he was going to fuck me. He got up...finally some action!! He gave my tits another look, turned and wondered off into the sleep over room. 'Fuck' I thought to myself. A few seconds later he shouted me in too. 'Fee come're!' He was stood by the bed I by rights should have then been asleep in. He sank down on to it and motioned for me to sit down. I obeyed and without another word he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. Clearly he wasn't nervous because within seconds one of his hands was cupping my boob over the top of my tight tank top, fingers roughly massaging my nipple, which was gradually becoming harder. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, when a thought hit my mind. I pulled against the force of his other hand which was pulling the back of my neck to him. 'Your wife??' I spluttered. 'Fuck her, I want you! I know you fucked Carter too and he's married' He looked pissed off at the obvious hesitation on my face. He stood up dropped his jeans, turned to me, his hard cock proud in my face. Stroking my hair for a couple of seconds before roughly directing me towards his rock solid member. 'Besides look at what you did to me...' He whispered. I opened my mouth taking as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, he was so long thick and hard, I could feel him hitting the back of my throat with force as I licked and sucked, one hand clamped on his arse for support, while he groaned. I could tell I had tears in my eyes before he even said a word. 'No need to cry...you want it too right?' He said stopping his thrusts to look into my eyes while I held his cock in my mouth. he must have been a mind reader because he did exactly what I wanted him to. He pulled his dick out of my mouth. Pushed my legs round onto the bed I didn't need telling to lay down as he crawled up between my legs, hittching my skirt up, pushing my thong aside, god my pussy was soaking. He grinned as he plunged his fingers inside me, looking up at my tear streaked face he stopped what he was doing and removed his fingers, motioning for me to sit up when they were free of my creamy snatch. 'suck your juice of my fingers' he ordered and I did. His eyes burning into me while I did so, a strange little smile on his face. I sucked his fingers with as much effort as I had given his cock, wishing he would fuck me... I didn't have to wait long before he pushed me back down onto the bed, a hand on each of my wrists, his dick sliding inside me easily. I couldn't help moaning loudly as he screwed me, his hips thrusting hard against me, his breath warm on my neck. 'fuck me, do it faster...yeah.' my pussy cleanched tight around his dick as he picked up speed. My body felt like it was on fire, right on the brink of orgasm as he pulled himself right out of me, then rammed ever inch back in again. I was writhing in a fantastic orgasm when I saw Carter stood at the door with look of pure shock on his face. 'Don't let me stop you.' he spat...clearly Millsy didn't intend to let him stop anything, gripping tighter to my wrists, his finger nails digging into my skin as he came deep inside my cunt. I couldn't help but worry about Carter as Millsy shot me a smile before heading off to the ensuite shower. I lay there tits hanging out of my top, skirt up for what seemed like ages before carter came in. 'I told him you were gagging for it...but I never thought you'd actually fuck my mate!' he said quietly. 'Excuse me, but its not like me and you are together now is it? You're married to Anna remember!' I returned. He ran his eyes over me and stopped at my cum filled pussy. 'It didn't bother you before.' His hand was running up my leg. Carter had really strong arms and I loved seeing the shadow of them bearing down on me when he fucked me a few weeks before. A shiver ran up my spine thinking about it. He was toying his fingers up and down my pussy lips now, swirling them around my hole. 'Stand up' he requested. I did so. He knew I was a total sub, we'd actually flirted before our sex session! He put his hands forcefully on my hips spun me so I was facing the window sill and bent me over so I was resting on it. A clicking sound as his belt came undone...zip down, and a few seconds later a hard cock brushing against my arse cheek. I noticed that Millsy had drawn blood where he had dug his nails in and I wondered what punishments Carter would dish out. 'I'm going to teach you, you don't fuck other guys without asking.' A seering pain shot through me as he rammed his dick into my ass. I let out a cry. I was digging my own finger nails into my palms now! His hands firmly pulled my ass down on his cock. 'God your ass is so tight.' damn right it was, I hadn't had alot of anal sex and he was the only guy who had fucked it without lub. He was mercyless...pushing in so hard, and if I hadn't cried when Millsy almost chocked me on his cock, I was openly crying now. A hand slapped down on my arse cheek, burning spreading across my skin. The same hand reached around to my front, slid down my pussy and pinched my clit hard. 'I want you to fucking cum while I fuck you!' he yelled at me pinching my clit again, my pussy squeezed tight as I felt his long hard strokes into my ass, all 8 inches fucking me as hard as he could, his balls bamging off my cheeks, another pinch and his cock came out of my arse and and was rammed into my screaming pussy. I grinded my hips back into him. He groaned loudly. 'God you fuck like a bitch!' I could feel my juices combined with Millsy's running down my legs, but I wanted carters more than anything. 'Do me Carter, make me cum!' I begged him, as I held onto that window sill as tight as I could while he pumped. My pussy began to clench so tight around him, it was intense as I pushed back into him one last time, my body shaking, taken over with a blazing orgasm that made him empty his load inside me too. 'You won't be fucking anyone else without asking will you, bitch?' My ass was so sore I would have said anything...I didn't want it fucking dry again. 'No.' I whispered as he held me to him and I wondered if he knew I was lying.
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It was a hot midsummers day and it was getting late. All but my co-worker and me had already gone home. I saw her sucking her index-finger, deeply concentrating on the problem she was working on. I got up and walked around the desks until I stood directly behind her. I was suddenly determined today would be the fourth time we would satisfy each other. She groaned as I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her breasts. Just thinking about tasting them again I could feel my balls fill with cum and my cock started growing hard. I continued rubbing my hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples. I pulled her up and stood behind her, hugging her, with my hands on her breasts, biting on her neck, my cock rubbing against her ass. I rubbed her bra through her top and felt the firmness of her nipples poking at its fabric. I could feel my cock growing harder with every heart beat in my chest. She moaned and let out a gasp. She started rubbing my bulge in my jeans. She gave me a smile and said "Oh , it’s slippery between my thighs, you made me all wet." I turned her around, took of her top and bra while she slipped out of her jeans and panties. Now my face was just facing her big breasts. I started exploring those two soft hills with my finger tips and played with the malleable tissue . The nipples were brown and already rock hard. I bent down and started kissing her breasts and kneading them in my hand. I dove in and attacked her nipples licking and biting. Then my hand slid down to her pubic area , brushed it with my fingers, played from outside for a little then went in. At last my fingers played in the pussy, went exploring. She let out a moan, and opened her legs further. I started to finger her, slowly at first to stimulalte her, then faster and faster. I told her I wanted to make her cum as I kissed her neck and got down on my knees. She moaned a little louder. I quickly found her clit and went to work licking it and rubbing it with my thumb, remembering how much she liked it last time. She moaned "Oh yes, dont stop, I want this tongue on my pussy." I dove into her pussy. I licked her clit with my tongue, ran my tongue down the length of her slit, touching every sensitive part, finding every spot that made her squirm. She tasted very sweet. I licked her around her outer lips and then moving in ward towards her clit. I started out soft and slow and after a few minutes she told me faster and harder so I pressed my face into her and went down hard. She spread her legs farther apart and she was as wet as if she had been fucked all day, I rubbed my tounge on her smooth silky pussy lips, I licked upward and spread them apart teasing her throbbing clit, I licked hard and forcefully back and forth on her clit and she started going wild, moaning and gasping. My tounge was glancing against her clit, then fluttering over it rapidly and lightly, tormenting her as she writhed. She squirmed under my touch as my finger pushed in and out slowly. She moaned louder as my finger thrusted in and out faster as I lap harder at her throbbing clit. My tongue was furiously lapping as my finger drove in and out of her harder and faster. I curled my finger upward and rubed her pubic mound from the inside and licked her clit. Her hands grabed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her hot pussy. I guessed she was getting close so I doubled my efforts. I added a second finger and started to drive my fingers inside her even deeper and faster. My tongue laped furiously at her quivering pussy lips and throbbing clit, and as I did that she groaned "Ohhh yes, right there thats the spot keep it up. Ohhh yes, yes, dont stop im about to cum." She writhed against me, her breath coming in short gasps that caught in her throat. She was thrusting her pussy into my face with every flicker of my tongue on her clit. My cock was trying to burst out of my pants. Her body squirmed around as my tongue and fingers worked her horny pussy over until she couldn't take anymore. I felt a movement down between her legs, contractions, her lower half was shaking, moaning "Oooh that is great", she came, then her breath went slower bit by bit. I got up again, my cock was so hard it hurt. My hands caressed her breasts and her nipples as her hands run down my chest. She put her hand on my crotch and started to feel my hard cock, and soon she is softly gripping at my hardness that is ready to burst out of my now tight jeans. She caressed my throbbing cock through my pants. She could not have missed the way my cock jerked in response. Her fingers had undone my zipper and my button on my jeans and her hand was inside. She reached into my pants to free my throbbing hard on. The first contact of her fingers, flesh to flesh, felt like heaven. She slid her hand along my cock and into the shorts, then back again. She played with the tip, and the skin stretched to the point of tearing as the head became even more swollen. I pinched and pulled her nipples. “I’m going to come in my shorts any time now...” “That would be a waste. I’d like it more if you leave it on me, on my breasts.“ My cock stood fully to attention the moment it cleared the waistband with her help. She went down onto her knees, her tongue waited just behind her lightly parted lips. She slowly engulfed the head of my cock, her tongue on the extra sensitive spot under the head. She stretched her tongue out and started licking the head from all sides, above, right, below, all over. I watched her open her mouth and suck my cock so softly, so tender I could barely feel her touch. I felt the warmth of her mouth, the caress of her tongue on the under side of my shaft. She slid her mouth down inch by inch over my hard cock. She started sucking and licking my cock slowly taking a time out to suck on my balls. She then gently curled her lips over her teeth and engulfed my cock into her mouth sucking hard all the way down my shaft. I moaned "Ooooohhhh yeah, that feels so good". She took me deep all the way. She rolled her lips forward and slid her tounge on the bottom of my cock letting out a gasp for air and she pulled up sucking all the way. She started sucking back and forth hard and easy rubbing my balls and then stroking the bottom part of my cock shaft with her hand. As her head went down she pulled her hand toward her mouth I felt my cock starting to throb in her mouth. I felt it starting to build and knew I was not going to last much longer. She bent her head down and I felt the firm slippery touch of her tounge on my cock. Its tip played with my tip. Her tongue swirled around it. She sank back on her haunches and regarded my cock sticking out stiffly towards her. She gave my cock a squeeze and pushed me down on her chair. Taking my cock into her hand again she placed it between her breasts after thrusting them forward. They felt so soft. “Does that feel nice? The feel of your stiff cock on them is wonderful,” she murmured rubbing those big breasts against me. “It sends a sensation right down between my legs.” She started running her huge breasts over my cock. It felt like heaven! I groaned with ecstatic pleasure. I felt her hand between my legs fondling by balls. She kept that up for a while, wanking my shaft with her breasts . I gave in to the sensation of being milked, rewarded with the exquisite pleasure of my come rising, my cock jerking on her, and jets of hot cum spreading across her breasts. She let out a delighted gasp as it landed. She used the head of my cock to spread the white fluid back and forward across each nipple in turn. I heard her groan from the effect. She once again placed her hand around my shaft and engulfed my cock into her mouth. She went down deep and when she came up she looked up at me and moaned "I could suck this cock all day if you let me." She flicked her tongue out and kept on licking my cock up and down then she started to suck on it very lightly inch by inch into her mouth she eagerly got it all the way down her mouth till she hit my stomach with her nose, she kept it there for about ten seconds and I felt I don't know what it was just wonderful it felt so good. Again she stroked it a few times and licked it all over. She lowered her mouth over it, started to descend on it. I could feel her tongue wiggling around the head as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth. All of it went in her mouth as I sat there in pleasure. I watched as her head bobed up and down my cock. She slowly pulled up off it and licked it all over again. It was soaked with her spit and she slowly stroked it again. Her warm mouth and moving tongue felt wondrous to my cock and balls. Her gentle strokes and licks got me completely hard again. She slowly slid her tongue down the length of my cock. Her mouth sucked softly on the head and then she moved down the shaft. I can't believe how incredible this felt. She slowly began to deep throat the cock,with her gag reflex leaving me with intense pleasure. She slowly build up the speed and pressure of her sucking. She was moaning softly as she sucked me. She forced her head lower, almost swallowing the head of my cock, her lips moving down the shaft still further,to take me all the way into her mouth. Then she eased back, letting my cock escape from between her lips, and gasped for breath for a moment. She reached out and pushed my dripping-wet cock against my stomach, while her head moved lower. Her tongue eased forward and slowly, gently encircled one of my balls, tracing all around it with her tongue-tip, getting it wet with her saliva. Finished with one, she moved to the other one, exploring them both, her tongue teasing them lovingly. I groaned as she made love to my balls. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, stimulating all of my nerve endings as her tongue caressed my flesh. Finally, she moved back up and took my cock deep into her mouth again, her head bobbing in a slow, sensuous pace. I reached down and grabbed the base of her hair, guiding her head up and down as she hungrily nursed on my throbbing cock. “You’re a little horny cocksucker”, I murmured as wet slurping sounds filled the quiet office. Her fingernails lightly caressed my balls as she sucked, her tongue wetly teasing the sensitive underside of my cock. I held her hair tightly and slowly began to thrust my hips, shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. She took me all in, I could feel my cock slide down her throat as she slammed her face into my pelvic bone over and over again. She reached under her self and started massaging her clit. She was moaning hard as I kept slamming my cock in her mouth. The thought of sitting in the office having her suck my cock took me to the edge of orgasm. She continued to moan over my cock. I was almost about to cum, but she kept her mouth on my hard cock. With one hand, she began to jerk my cock up and down. Faster and faster and faster and faster. I was feeling the pressure of orgasm building in my balls. Again she increased intensity of her sucking. I moaned “I am .... about ... to cum” She went into a frenzied sucking of my cock like it was the last cock she would ever have. My cock swelled up. "I'm cuuuummming" I said. I felt the cum easing its way up my shaft. I blew my load into her mouth. As my cum filled her mouth she swished it around my cock. I have never felt this before, it felt just like a pussy afterwards. She kept my cock and the cum in her mouth and when I pulled out she sucked all the juices from my cock shaft all the way up. She hungryly swallowed it down and had drops of cum on her breasts and around her mouth.
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Her name was Chelsea; she was a junior at my school, a year ahead of me. We had been friends since my freshman year. She was about 5’2” and had beautiful red hair. She was a little chubby, but not so much as to detract from her natural beauty. She had a very nicely shaped butt and her breasts very at least size C, if not D. She always wore shirts to accentuate them too, always very low cut, allowing many of the guys to sneak easy looks. She wasn’t a slut by any means, quite a good girl actually, or so I thought. In my mind, she was a good girl, never letting the boys get too far, but in reality she was a horny little devil, just waiting to be let loose. One day, like everyday, Chelsea was driving me home from school. As I didn’t have a car, she was generous enough to drive me. This had been the norm for about two months or so. Occasionally, we’d go to my neighborhood park and swing like little kids, but usually she’d take me straight home. Today however, we decided to go to the park. “Hey you wanna swing today?” She asked me “Sure, why not, it’s been a while, huh?” I responded. She smiled and sped ahead to the park entrance. Like usual, no one was there, which was a good thing. Even though I didn’t really have much romantic interest in the girl, I really liked being alone with her for some reason. We got out of the car and she ran towards the swings, her beautiful butt bouncing up and down as she did. She really was a beautiful girl. “Push me!” She yelled and she sat down in the swing. “Ok” I said. “Hmm,” I thought to myself, “This looks like a good chance for me to get a handful of that ass.” But I had to be discreet. I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward. She swung back and I pushed again, lowering my hands the slightest bit. Again, she swung and my hands moved closer and closer to their prize. Eventually, after fifteen or twenty swings every time she swung back, I was able to grab a nice handful of her butt when I pushed. She didn’t respond at all. I wondered, “Does she not notice? Am I embarrassing her? Does she like it?” Because so many thoughts were running through my head, I was startled when she suddenly jumped off the swing. She then looked back at me and smiled. But it wasn’t a normal smile, it was one that clearly stated that she had definitely noticed. “I’m tired”, she said as she stretched, pushing her chest forward, giving me a nice view of the outline of her tits. “Yeah, me too.” I said. “Maybe we should go take a nap,” I suggested jokingly. To my surprise and delight, she said, “Ok, lets go lay down and take a nap at your house. You’re Dad isn’t home right?” He wasn’t. We got to my house and I unlocked the door and we went inside. “So did you like grabbing my ass on the swing out there?” she said. Uh oh, I was busted. “Um…I…wasn’t…I mean…I didn’t mean to…” I stammered. “Shush! It’s ok, I actually liked it.” She said. “I have something to tell you.” She leaned in really close, to whisper in my ear. “I’m horny and I want you.” She whispered. All of a sudden, she grabbed me and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Not missing a beat, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, running my hands over her back and her butt. I even got so brave as to reach under and feel her left breast, but when I did she stopped kissing me. She stepped back and smiled a hot, sexy, horny smile. She then proceeded to pull her shirt up over her head, throwing it to the ground, following it with her bra. I looked up to gaze upon the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen on a girl. They had a slight hang to them, but their sheer size made me pay no attention to that. They were round and perfectly symmetrical. Her dark red nipples stood out proudly. “What do you think?” She asked. I couldn’t help but stare. Like I said, she was beautiful. “Well? Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something with these?” she playfully yelled at me as she groped and massaged her own chest. I said, “Hey, let’s get more comfortable. We can go into my room; my bed’s nice and big for us.” “Sound’s good to me,” she said as she turned towards the back of the house while flitting me a small smirk. We went into the back of the house, and then into my room. She then proceeded to lay down on my bed, allowing her beautiful tits to stand up in the air, just waiting to be touched. I leaned forward over her, and placed my right hand on her lest breast. It was so soft and big; I had to use two hands. She seemed bored so I decided to go at it. I jumped on top of her, much to her delight, and started sucking and squeezing and rubbing and pinching and chewing on any part of that girl’s chest I could reach. My enjoyment was only heightened by the fact that she seemed to be graciously enjoying it. When I finally got off of her, she said, “I guess you like sucking on my titties don’t you?” I nodded dumbly “I sure wish I had something to suck on,” she said slowly, looking down at the bed in mock depression. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she looked up at me and lunged. Her being a big girl, she got a hold of me and threw me onto my bed. She grabbed the waist band of my pants and tugged them down, boxers and all, revealing the treasure she longed for inside. In front of me was a beautiful, older girl, about to suck my dick. Life was good. She wrapped her hand around it and exclaimed, “Wow, you’re really big! You’re a lot bigger than the other guy’s I’ve sucked off.” “Did I hear that right?” I thought to myself. Surely not. Not this girl. Not this good girl. “You’ve sucked off other guy’s before? How many?” I asked “Oh, I’ve lost count. Probably about ten or twelve. Maybe even fifteen,” She responded. This fact left me dumbfounded. I thought this girl was a goody-twoshoes, and here I’m finding out that she’s a regular old slut! Like I said, Life is good. She lowered her head down and placed a cute little kiss on the end of my dick. Then she opened up and took the entire length of the thing (quite a bit, if I do say so myself) in her mouth and throat. Damn. This girl could suck! So we layed there for about five minutes as she kept on sucking me off. She seemed to really be enjoying it. After a little while longer, she asked if she could take a break. Still reeling from the experience I had just had, I had no choice but to say yes. But she didn’t want to rest. Oh no. She just wanted to give her mouth a break. She looked at me and said seven words that I will never forget. “I want you to fuck me. Now.” TO BE CONTINUED
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The fog had rolled in thick earlier that morning but cleared out into a pleasant afternoon on the central west coast, with a low sun spreading a soft array of dim yellow stars falling faintly like snowflakes, shattering through the forestry surrounding the house. The car pulled up to the gate, and Freddie removed his hand from between Natalie’s thighs, where it had rested teasingly the whole journey there, a faint pressure on her crotch which had made her squirm and quicken her heart rate to a rapid pitter-patter. She gasped lightly beneath her breath as he squeezed tighter momentarily whilst they rolled to a stop, then got out of the car and walked round to open her door. She smiled knowingly at him, lovingly, getting up to kiss him gently on his jawline and tell him she loved him. She needn’t have, he knew of course, and so she didn’t, she merely gave him his kiss and set her loving gaze deep into his eyes as the car drove away, becoming fainter in the distance until there was nothing but these two young lovers basked in the gentle storm of the sun falling through the trees. “Come on then, beautiful”, Freddie led her by the hand and through the gate of their weekend home. The front yard was curved, with a small patch of deep green grass outside the downstairs bedroom window and some gerbera daisies planted neatly where the driveway met the dirt. Trees lined the white fences that surrounded the roadside boarder, and a private golf course led up to the back decking, covered on both sides by forest. They walked around to the side door of the house, where wooden furniture surrounded a small fire pit. A hot tub gurned and moaned against the fluttering of birds in the branches above. He turned the handle to open the door, and she grabbed his shoulder and turned him. “Hey,” she said sweetly, “well! Kiss me!” she complained playfully; he hadn’t noticed he’d spent too long just taking in her radiant beauty. She was half Chinese half Filipino, Hapa as she called it, Filipino on her mother’s side, and draped in all her mother’s stunning beauty, all its elegance and grandeur; a mane of thick dark hair flowed heavily around huge deep brown eyes, and a sharp jaw framed her plump lips and baby cheeks, spread at that moment into a loving grin with one small dimple on her left cheek. She had done her makeup especially sexy, making her captivating eyes dark and mysterious and her lips plump, irresistible to kiss and play with. He snickered and smiled with his kind eyes, adoring her as always, and stepped up to take her in his arms. Giggling excitedly as his arm swept around her waist and pulled her body against his solid frame, she cradled his face in her hand and let her eyes melt into his, then her lips, a kiss that was firm and full and seemed to whisper a scream, a cry, a relentlessly soft yet defiantly affirmative declaration that within the gentle touch and strong hold of one another’s embrace was where these souls belonged. “I love you” she said. He smiled. They didn’t need a million other ways to say it. They had them, and they said them too, but they didn’t need them. “I love you too, sweetheart.” The house was cold and quiet as they stepped inside, as if no one had used it for months. On most days it would rest in its place like an aged sleeping dog on the sidewalk, and others who lived nearby would walk past it and almost feel its emptiness, admire it nonetheless, and carry on their lives with no other passing thought. It was only whenever the two young lovers returned at the weekend that this house would come alive, as if their very presence bought it a sense of meaning, made it a home which breathed and loved them as they did each other. As Freddie switched on the lights and dimmed them some, the house seemed to greet them like that old dog might, lifting its head and raising its dull, soft yellow eyes. Natalie stood back a minute and took in his figure as he walked away from her towards the bedroom. His broad shoulders swayed gracefully when he walked, and his slim waist twisted with a slightly feminine affectation, hinting at a natural athleticism which Natalie loved about him, about the way it made him move. He turned, noticing her not following him, and looked back at her petite silhouette cast in the shadow of the light still falling softly from the low sun in the high rising windows. She stood with her hips slanted as her foot stepped away from her body, and she smiled at him, the way he looked at her with that candour in his creased eyes, his head cocked to the side slightly and a playfully puzzled smirk on his soft lips. His chest swelled as he breathed in deep and asked “Coming?” She giggled and ran to him, with a candid and artless excitement, leaping slightly into his body and tickling him, giggling more wildly now. He laughed back and wrapped his hands again around her slight waist and slender back, pulled her close so she could only hug him in return, squeezing with all her strength and feeling the motion of his hips as he walked them both through to the bedroom. He kissed her passionately and pulled her small, slender body against him as he closed the door behind him. She groaned in excitement and pleasure as she felt his hands run over her body, grabbing her hips and ass, squeezing her plump round cheek. She let her hands roam over his abs and chest, feeling the curves of his hot body as he began to kiss her neck and ears. “ooh fuck baby, that feels good” she groaned under her breath as he sucked on her neck and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her into him harder. She returned the favour, pulling his head back and running her tongue up his neck and into his ears, making him shudder and moan. She could smell his natural scent, sending a little trickle of electricity through her skin and between her legs, and the taste of his sweat made her lips tingle and buzz with a familiar excitement. “I love that babe, shit your tongue feels so good” he whispered, a heat creeping out of his mouth and tingling her skin. “You like my tongue baby? You like when my dirty mouth pleases you?” she whispered, rubbing her hands over his belt and feeling his cock grow hard in his pants at her words. Freddie physically shook with excitement as he felt light tingling pleasures all through his body, dying to take his lover and return the bliss which she was giving him. He grabbed her at the waist, hard so she could feel his strength and pressure against her hip bones, and pushed her against the edge of the bed, giving her an exhilarating sensation of falling, surrendering her body to his force and his will, making her gasp with a primal rush as he crawled like a preying, powerful creature on top of her and held his mouth close to hers. She felt her pussy begin to pulse in excitement and flow a heavy stream of wetness that soaked through her pants. He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed playfully, but with a threatening force which told her that her body belonged to his. He kissed her as though he were possessed, hard and mercilessly, groaning into her mouth so she could feel his carnal noise vibrate deep in her throat. He lifted his head up and stroked her soaking cunt through her pants. “Baby, please fuck me” she gasped, gazing into his eyes and thinking of nothing but how badly she needed his love and passion moving deep inside her burning pussy. He stared at her and pushed harder on her neck and pussy lips, saying nothing, but moving his tongue seductively and menacingly over his own mouth. She grew hotter and more desperate for his pleasure, feeling her body pressed against the linen sheets and her pulse beating through her veins. With no warning, Freddie moved his tongue to her body, licking down her neck and lifting up her shirt. She shook uncontrollably and moaned loudly “uuuugh” as she felt his hot breath tingle on her stomach and ribs, then arching her body as he lifted her shirt up further and started flicking his tongue over her beautiful tits. He tasted her light sweat, sweet and salty, making his cock beat hard against the crotch of his pants as he swirled his tongue teasingly around her rock hard nipples. “Mmm fuck” she groaned as he sucked on her breasts, sending streaming waves of pleasure through them and making her pussy even wetter. He sucked hard on them, biting her nipples and pulling at them between his teeth, feeling them harden in-between his lips. “oh fuck yeah baby, suck my tits, you like using your filthy little mouth on your baby’s tits? Mmm, that’s right, just like that”. Her dirty took him to a place of pure sexual instinct and desire, and he sucked harder, leaving hot red marks on her under-boob and neck as he marked her as his fuck toy. He groaned again and moved back up to kiss her, removing her top fully and shoving his worked tongue into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned again as she felt his tongue play sloppily with her own, and reached a hand down between her legs to rub her pussy softly through her pants. Freddie leaned back and kneeled upright on the bed in front of her, straddling one of her legs and smiling at the view of her gorgeous tits as her fingers teased her swelling clit. His mouth watered at the sight of her as he removed his own shirt, and her eyes scrunched in pleasure and excitement at the view of his ripped body getting ready to fuck her. His chest moved dramatically and his muscles rippled in sweat as he breathed heavy breaths of desire and hunger. “baby, please, eat my pussy!” she begged in a crying whisper, and he smiled as he greedily complied and ripped off her pants, making her scream at the rush of his violent control over her. He kissed tenderly up her thighs, making her moan more and throw her head back in anticipation of her hot cunt being licked by his watering mouth. He forcibly pulled her panties to the side and slid his hot tongue from her pussy hole all the way up to her aching clit. “OOOH Fuck! Oh yeah, does that cunt taste good?” she moaned as her face grimaced in pleasure. She reached down and grabbed the back of his head as he hungrily ate her wet pussy, savouring the salty taste of her creamy cunt juice as it oozed out of her pulsing lips into his waiting mouth. He closed his eyes as she pulled his hot lips harder onto her wet slit and grinded her pussy lips against his tongue. He groaned in submissive ecstasy at her using his tongue to pleasure her fuck-hole, swaying her hips up and down to ride his wet slimy mouth on her tight cunt. “mmmm, fuck yeah Natalie, grind that juicy pussy against my face you little slut” he uttered into her hot wet sex. He reached down towards his large throbbing cock and began to stroke it, pulling down his pants to reveal his 6.7 inch member. The head throbbed with a horny twitch as he tasted her pussy leak more juices, getting wetter and wetter against his mouth. She pulled his head in tighter as she jerked her hips higher, allowing his tongue to slip into her ass crack and play with her asshole. “Mmm you like that? You like licking my tight little asshole baby? Fuck! AAHH! Mmmm yeah that tongue feels so good playing with my ass you dirty boy.” His mind raced at her filthy words, sliding his tongue into her ass further in response, pulling her plump cheeks apart with his ravaging hands, then licking up and deep inside her pussy, pushing his face between her thighs and flicking her insides with the tip of his tongue to lick more cunt juice out and drink thirstily. “mmm, shit! Oh GOD! make out with my pussy lips” she commanded, and he obeyed, moving his mouth passionately against her sweet tasting lips, sucking on them softly and swirling his tongue around her slit hole to lick up the juices, closing his eyes to intensify the taste and smell of her flowing, sopping wet cunt. She threw her head back and groaned in pleasure, feeling the warmth and wetness of his tongue on her sensitive skin. “Fuck, let me taste that pussy” she said, then pulling him up by the hair to kiss her passionately, tasting the thick, creamy juice dribbling out of his mouth and onto her tongue, making her pussy pulsate. He kicked off his pants completely and rubbed his rock hard meat against her thigh, humping her soft skin as he swirled his pussy soaked tongue around her mouth and lips. “Mm, baby, I need to fuck you now” he whispered in her ear, “be my dirty little cumslut” he begged as he reached down and positioned his rock hard dick against her tight snatch. She gasped and looked up with a desperate grimace at being spoken to like the little whore she loved to be, her unbelievable need to be fucked showing clear on her scrunched up face. He stared deep into her eyes, and rubbed the throbbing head of his cock against her soft, silky pussy lips. Then, with a silent scream of ecstasy taking over his face, he slid half of his dick inside her, making her shudder with pleasure and draw an intense breath of release. He kept eye contact with her, this time shoving all of his sex into hers, sliding in easily with her wetness which splattered over his body and groin as he forced himself into her. “OH MY GOD! YEEAAAH!” she screamed, and she saw that familiar look of passionate pleasure take over his face as he began pumping his hips into her. She felt shivers of ecstasy all over, emanating from her thighs and groin as the pressure of his thick, long cock pounded hard into her wet cunt, sliding fast inside of her and bouncing her whole body, her large, firm tits swaying as he grabbed her hips and pulled himself deeper inside her. She lost herself in the sounds of his deep grunts and moans, and the wet friction of his swelling cock inside her pulsating pussy, his balls cracking as they slapped against her ass. He leaned over and kissed her passionately whilst his member pounded her pussy hard and extra deep, making her scream into his mouth, still tasting and smelling of her pussy cream. He put an arm under back to arch it, forcing his dick hard against her g-spot and making her body shudder. She looked down to see his hips moving rhythmically into hers, his whole body swaying and dancing passionately with her own sexy movements. “oh fuck baby! Fuck Freddie! Just like that, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she panted as he forcefully fucked her limp body, taking control of her and making her his fuck toy. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cuuum” she moaned loudly, breathing and screaming as he fucked her g-spot hard with his thick cock, reaching all the way up her pussy and out again. He moaned in her ear, feeling her tightness grip around his cock and pulse as her orgasm began. “Mmm, fuck baby, you take my big cock inside that dirty little cunt and make it cum for me, you gonna cum for me baby?” he said in a deep, sexy tone. She moaned in compliance as her hips began to buck and shake and her eyes rolled back in her head. He could feel her leaking her creamy cum all over his hard cock and balls as he continued to pound her tight pussy, “fuck baby that’s hot, cum all over my hard dick for me baby, make that pretty little pussy cum for me, make that dirty little pussy cum” he whispered in her ear, “Oh! Fuck! Freddie! Fuucck!” she screamed as she came hard, oozing out her pussy juice and cream all over his cock. “FUUCK! I’m CUUUMMIING” she screamed as she panted and gasped, “OH SHIT! YES! FUUUCK!”, her whole body convulsed and shook as she felt wave after wave of hot pleasure wash through her body, and her cunt lips tightened around Freddie’s throbbing, soaking wet cock. He pushed in hard a few more times, pulling her body closer so she could feel his pelvis pressing hard into hers, and arching her back more to fuck her through her intense orgasm, as she groaned and screeched in pleasure. Hot pussy juice streamed and flowed over his cock as her lips tightened and her hips pulsed and swayed uncontrollably. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed through her whole body as she moaned and gasped and felt her pussy cum hard. “you want to taste your cum baby?” he asked her, slowing his movements and pulling out fully, then kissing her open mouth and biting her lips. He reached down a slowly slid a finger into her soaking lips, making her grimace again, then brought it up to her lips and let it drip into her open mouth. Her eyes lit up in pleasure, “fuck that’s hot baby, I want us both to taste it” she said passionately, pushing him off of her and kneeling up to straddle his face. Hot pussy cum oozed out of her and dropped from her pulsing lips onto his mouth as she lowered her aching cunt onto his ready tongue. The taste drove him wild with excitement and she loved watching his cock twitch as he pressed himself against her smooth pussy and savoured her juices as they leaked from her snatch. He flicked his tongue over her clit, making her moan, and then felt her hot breath on the tip of his already soaking wet meat. She stared at his glistening dick, slick and slimy from her pussy, and let a small trail of dribble drip down onto the pulsing head. The smell of her cunt on him made her body shudder, and she moved her mouth close towards it, and gently ran her fingers along the shaft, feeling his tongue press harder on her clit as she did, letting her know he liked it. She grabbed his hard, slippery cock and began to pump it in her hands, hungrily taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the shaft, licking her own pussy’s slimy, creamy cum from her boyfriend’s cock. She sucked on it hungrily, loving the taste of their combined fuck organs and the feel of his tongue pleasuring her smooth pussy. She gagged his cock down her horny throat as far as she good, making him buck and thrust his hips as her mouth slobbered over his thick meat, pushing into the back of her throat hard and covering it in her spit. It trickled down over his balls, so she removed her mouth from his shaft and spread her saliva over them with her tongue, licking slightly along his ass crack and back up to the tip of his dick. He tickled and shuddered with intense sexual pleasure at the feel and sound of her slurping tongue. Eager to return the pleasure, he spat and slobbered loudly over her cunt lips and throbbing clit. After she’d licked all of her cum off of him, she moved her body down and turned, scratching down his torso with her fingers. “you ready to be fucked baby?” she asked teasingly, spitting on her hand and fondling his swollen balls. “Uuh fuck Natalie, I need to cum, baby, I’m so fucking horny” he replied. “fuck, I need you baby” she said as she straddled his waist and reached to position his tip outside of her slit, aching to cum again. She placed her hands on his heaving, muscular chest, loving that familiar feeling of his heartbeat and the height to which his chest rose in excitement and adoration at seeing her. Her face melted into a loving smile as she bent down and kissed him lightly, laying on top of him tenderly and staying to gaze into his kind eyes. “I love you, Natalie,” he said, and she smiled softly and replied, “I love you too, Freddie”. “Make love to me, please baby” he begged her, and she kissed him slowly and passionately, gently flicking her tongue against his mouth, taking her sweet time to savour every moment her lips were embraced by his. Still kissing him like a true lover, she lowered her body onto his, moaning gently at the feel of his throbbing dick sliding in past her smooth pussy. “Shit, that feels so amazing, I love you so much” he whispered in pleasure as he threw his arms behind his head, allowing her to take control and slowly grind her body against his. She moaned as she looked down and saw his body stretched out beneath hers, feeling his hips raise slightly and sink again with the motion of her body rolling and riding him slowly. They fell into a natural syncopation as their bodies became one with each other, loving each others touch and feel, the motion of their sweet lovemaking brining them both closer and closer to a strong orgasm. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them tenderly, continuing to send surges of loving pleasure through both their bodies as they shifted their groins together, the feeling of his hard rod sliding against her silky walls taking over them both and filling their minds and bodies with a shared, intense ecstasy. “Fuck, Natalie, you’re going to make me cum baby” he moaned sensually, “mmm, yeah babe, ride me like that, love me baby” “I love you, uugh I love feeling you move in me like this” she replied, moving her hands down to her waist to push their bodies further into each other and intensify the pleasurable friction and pressure on both of their sexes. “fuuuck, baby im cuummiing!” Freddie moaned loudly in a deep, raspy voice, pushing his hips up further inside Natalie’s legs straddled around his body, pushing her chest forward to rest on his, forcing her clit on his pelvis as his member eased pressure against her soft walls. “uuugh! Me too baby, fuck, me too! UUUHHH, I’m cumming with you baby” she gasped, groaning in his ear and strengthening his passionate, blissful orgasm, his raging organ pulsing inside her tight, squeezing sex as he came hard and long, pulses of release flowing powerfully through his whole being. He pulled her quaking body against his, feeling her heat and her passion filled movements as she held tight onto his tensing body, their skin rubbing sensually against each other as her nerves were filled with intense pleasure and his muscles flowed with ecstasy. They slowly prolonged their intense orgasms, all the while whispering loving words of affection and adoration in one another’s tingling ear, sending shivers down Freddie’s spine and hips and relaxing Natalie’s mind and body as they slowed their grinding to a blissful stop, her body coming to a final rest upon his, their raging hearts beating in sync strongly within the small space between them. He kissed her cheek softly and gently hugged her shaking body against his, each of them closing their eyes and just sensing one another’s love. The sun had fallen low, to mere moments before setting outside the window, which overlooked the sprawling golf course hidden by the forest all the way down to the ocean, where as the two lovers lay heaving in unison, Natalie’s body falling softly down onto Freddie’s with every breath, the waves softly pounded against the shore, and the sun skipped lightly, playfully over the pattering sea, eventually landing with a weightless flutter upon gerbera daisies bowing to the wind.
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Thanks for today bro, we are really getting close to ordering the material. Yeah, but before we do, I want to double check if we can make it lighter. Of course. - Bro, I’ll see you tomorrow! Yeah, we need to keep on building this thing. I’ll be here tomorrow around lunch. Bye! The door closed behind my brother who had just spent most of the day with me, calculating and drawing on a new chassis for our next build. While sitting there in the living room, just staring at the computer screen, I noticed how dark it had become outside. The time was 23:06. I went up to the window and looked through the blinds. The rain was falling like a mist, light and slow. The street was empty, my brothers car was gone, and it felt like I was completely alone in the world. A loneliness washed over me as I was looking out the window. Suddenly, seeing my own reflection in the glass, I remembered I missed having that blonde beautiful lady next to me. I went to the kitchen to grab a beer. Thinking about her made me warm. I needed a cold beer to cool me down. I turned on the TV to some bad cooking show. Drinking my beer just focusing my mind on her slim, athletic and beautiful body. I felt how my cock started to react to the thoughts. It had been a while since I had felt a womans touch. A womans warm lips, wrapped around my hard dick, massaging my balls and blowing me like it was the last dick she would ever have. -GOD, I miss that I said to myself, just staring at the TV. I switched the channel to a nice car show and the thoughts stopped. I haven’t had sex for like 5 weeks and the tension was building up inside me. It’s too bad I screwed things up with her. I should have put a little more attention to her, and not only my project. *A small bang was heard* Everything went black. The power was out and all the lights outside the window were also out. I stood up to go out to the kitchen to grab some candles, but I noticed something weird. It was really dark. It felt like I was keeping my eyes closed. It almost felt like I was blind. Suddenly I heard the front door open and close. I yelled out: -Who is it?! No answer... -Who the fuck is it?!? Answer! I can admit I was scared, with my massive wrench laying in the kitchen I had no chance of getting there if I didn’t go through the hallway. It was completely quiet. I went to the hallway with the hope of sneaking past the front door and into the kitchen. Good thing I knew every inch of my apartment like the back of my hand. As I approached the hallway, I felt how I suddenly was standing in front of someone. I didn’t need to touch the person to feel I was standing right in front of “it”. I was completely stunned. I couldn’t move. But my lips opened and I heard myself asking in a much calmer voice: - Who are you? Shhhhh........ I felt a finger touch my lips. I understood I was supposed to be quiet. As the finger was against my lips, I felt how soft it was. It was a woman. I wasn’t supposed to talk. So my hands automatically went to her head. I felt the straight and soft hair. I could smell her perfume. I wouldn’t be able to describe it even if I had all the perfumes in the world in front of me to compare with. The smell was magical. I could feel myself wanting to touch her more. I lowered my hands behind her, following her hair. It was very long.. Ending just in line with her waist. She was shorter than me. A good whole head shorter than me. She just stood there, let me feel her whole body. I started with the face.. Feeling the soft contours of her cheeks, her soft and nicely filled lips. Oh, I just wanted to kiss them. I kept on feeling her slowly down her neck, letting my fingers easily float on her skin. I heard how she started to breathe a little heavier. I wanted to feel every inch of her. Her arms, hips and stomach. I never touched her breasts and ass. I knew she would allow me. But I wanted to tease her. I didn’t recognise her. Her body was amazing. But nobody I’ve ever felt so close before. It made me so hard. I could feel how my cock wanted some attention. This not knowing who she is made me more horny than I’ve ever been before. Suddenly she leaned in and kissed me. She had to stand on her toes to reach me. I grabbed her ass now, and helped her to come closer to my lips. When they met, I could feel how her whole body twitched. Almost like she was close to getting an orgasm with me barely touching her. I lifted her tiny body up, she didn’t weigh much so she was light like a feather. I kissed her again, our tongues tasting each other. It was like a kiss I’ve never felt before. So passionate. I could feel her heartbeats getting faster. And now I was getting a good feel of her wonderful ass. I led her to my bedroom. Our lips not seperating for a second even. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up, still keeping her mouth firmly attached to mine. When she got my shirt up to my chest, our lips seperated and I lifted up my arms so she could take it off. I reached behind her and cupped her ass in my hands again, lifting her up so I could kiss her. She reacted even better than I thought she would, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I turned so her back was against the wall and began to lift her shirt, inch by inch. Feeling her soft waist When I finally got her shirt off, I broke off our kiss so I could admire her breasts. I'm not the best judge of breast size, but they were definitely somewhere around 36 B or C and were perfectly round and perky. After a few seconds of admiring her boobs, I lowered her so she could stand again and slowly started pulling down on her jeans. At the same time, I had locked lips with her again and was teasing her heavily, occasionally moving my mouth backwards, out of her reach. And i noticed she was getting pretty frustrated from this. After I had pulled her shorts down a few inches, I realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneith. She pulled me up grasping the sizable tent in my shorts and slowly getting to her knees She pulled my shorts down to my ankles in one swift motion. In order to pay me back for my earlier teasing, she started slowly and seductively grazing my cock with her fingernails. After a short while of this, my cock wanted to explode. I decided that I had had enough teasing and pulled my boxers off, leaving both of us naked. I let out a quiet moan as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and lightly stroking the shaft with her hand. I was surprised when she took her hand off of my cock and began bobbing up and down on it, but when I noticed that she was taking more and more of my cock into her mouth on each downward bob, I realized that she knew what she was doing. I gently gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it behind her head. Following her own pace. This whole time, she had been playing with herself with a free hand, and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. I wouldn’t allow it, letting that angel of a woman take care of herself. I wanted to be the one to make her scream. I gently pulled her off of my cock and moved her over to the bed so I could return the favor. After she sat down, I kissed her softly on the lips for a few seconds, then moved to her jaw, and then her neck. I kissed her on the side of her neck and began lightly sucking, knowing that she approved of what I was doing from her quick, erratic breathing. While doing this, I had run my hands down her neck and to her breasts and was caressing their soft flesh and occasionally tweaking her nipples. I moved my right hand slowly down, tracing a line down her chest and abs, until I reached her moist, trimmed pussy. She still had a very nice bikini-line. I drew a finger through her slit, wasting no time as I pressed my middle finger into her pussy, hearing and enjoying her gasps and moans of pleasure. I added my index finger inside her pussy, curling them both towards me as I reached for her g-spot. At the same time, I started circling her clit with my right thumb and sucking on her right nipple. -FUCK! She gasped as her hips bucked and her pussy contracted over and over I knew she was coming. And I was enjoying every second of it. I felt my fingers getting squeezed and even wetter from her orgasm. After her climax subsided, she removed my head from her chest and kissed me hard. I wasn’t ready to let her take care of me yet, I wanted her to come while my tongue was inside of her wet sweet pussy. I started kissing her on her neck again, noticing how she loved getting kissed behind her ear. I passionately kissed her skin, leaving a wet trail from her neck, down her breasts, letting both nipples get the same treatment. Continuing my quest south her body was gently moving, trying to tell me to penetrate her. But I wanted her to beg for it now. Since I’ve only heard one word so far I wanted to hear her voice. I started kissing her around her now dripping wet hole. Not touching any sensitive parts. Her hands started grabbing my hair, trying to pull me closer to her warm, wet pussy. My hands were caressing her everywhere. Massaging her breasts in between. I then pinched her nipples pretty hard as my tongue firmly pressed against her swollen clit. She screamed, probably from both pleasure and pain. I started massaging her clit while letting one of my hands massaging her right breast, with my other hand, I inserted my fingers again, giving her the same g-spot treatment she had just gotten, but with my tongue flickering over her clit, changing between pressing harder and just very lightly licking it. -Uh, ah, oooohh... She was moaning quietly but biting her lip, stopping her from making louder sounds. I started working my fingers faster and harder. While my tongue was fully focused on her little swollen button. She started moaning louder. And louder. She couldn’t hold back anymore. AAAAHHHHHHH, don’t stop, PLLEAAAAASEEEEE... She screamed while her orgasm washed over her body, feeling an explosion in her soul she had never felt before. I enjoyed hearing her voice and wished I could see her. While she was lying there, her energy completely drained, me still not able to see her. I let my fingers touch her beautiful naked body. She twitched every time I got close to her nipples or between her legs. She then put her hand on my arm. Pulling me down and kissing me. I could feel by the way she kissed me, she was thanking me for taking care of her so well. - I think you, aah... She moaned as I cut her off by turning her around, and inserting the head of my cock into her warm, wet pussy. What were you saying? I joked as my cock was just still inside of her. - Mmm... Shut... Up... Shut up and fuck you? And I certainly did. I started pumping away, using her hips to thrust deeper into her pussy. It seemed like this girl had a lot of energy left. Which surprised me as most girls I meet won’t last longer than an hour and then they are completely drained. Suddenly, she reached back and smacked me on the arm to get my attention. - Everything alright? I asked her, confused... Fuck yes, I just wanted to be on top for a while.. She said while giggling. Her voice was magical. I loved how sensitive, but hard she could be in her tone. She turned around giving me another passionate kiss. I responded by lying down and lifting her onto my lap. She grabbed my cock in one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it, gasping as I re-entered her soft pussy. She started gently moving up and down on my cock, picking up intensity with each downstroke. Eventually, she began breathing heavily and erratically again, so I knew she was getting close. - Fuck... I'm getting close She said, “me too” I was thinking to myself as I vanished in a pre-orgasmic thunderstorm. I was so caught up in the moment that there could have been a police squad kicking down the door and I wouldn't have noticed. Daniel.... Daniel... AAAAHHHHH!!!! She came again, hard. I took this as an opportunity to get another feel of her breasts. Pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. A few seconds after she slumped onto my chest, coming down from her orgasmic high, I felt the tightening in my balls that could only mean a powerful orgasm's imminent arrival. - My turn! I moaned out. - Oh, right. She said, dazed, as she swiftly lifted herself off of my cock and took it into her mouth again. As she slid me into her throat, I felt the cum shoot through my dick in huge spurts, sliding straight down her throat. My whole body froze while I enjoyed every second of my orgasm. And enjoying this cute woman, eagerly swallowing just as eagerly as I a while ago licked her pussy clean after her orgasms. After my body relaxed from the extreme sensation this angel had given me. I realized something, she called out my name........... The End.
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Her name was Chelsea; she was a junior at my school, a year ahead of me. We had been friends since my freshman year. She was about 5’2” and had beautiful red hair. She was a little chubby, but not so much as to detract from her natural beauty. She had a very nicely shaped butt and her breasts very at least size C, if not D. She always wore shirts to accentuate them too, always very low cut, allowing many of the guys to sneak easy looks. She wasn’t a slut by any means, quite a good girl actually, or so I thought. In my mind, she was a good girl, never letting the boys get too far, but in reality she was a horny little devil, just waiting to be let loose. One day, like everyday, Chelsea was driving me home from school. As I didn’t have a car, she was generous enough to drive me. This had been the norm for about two months or so. Occasionally, we’d go to my neighborhood park and swing like little kids, but usually she’d take me straight home. Today however, we decided to go to the park. “Hey you wanna swing today?” She asked me “Sure, why not, it’s been a while, huh?” I responded. She smiled and sped ahead to the park entrance. Like usual, no one was there, which was a good thing. Even though I didn’t really have much romantic interest in the girl, I really liked being alone with her for some reason. We got out of the car and she ran towards the swings, her beautiful butt bouncing up and down as she did. She really was a beautiful girl. “Push me!” She yelled and she sat down in the swing. “Ok” I said. “Hmm,” I thought to myself, “This looks like a good chance for me to get a handful of that ass.” But I had to be discreet. I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward. She swung back and I pushed again, lowering my hands the slightest bit. Again, she swung and my hands moved closer and closer to their prize. Eventually, after fifteen or twenty swings every time she swung back, I was able to grab a nice handful of her butt when I pushed. She didn’t respond at all. I wondered, “Does she not notice? Am I embarrassing her? Does she like it?” Because so many thoughts were running through my head, I was startled when she suddenly jumped off the swing. She then looked back at me and smiled. But it wasn’t a normal smile, it was one that clearly stated that she had definitely noticed. “I’m tired”, she said as she stretched, pushing her chest forward, giving me a nice view of the outline of her tits. “Yeah, me too.” I said. “Maybe we should go take a nap,” I suggested jokingly. To my surprise and delight, she said, “Ok, lets go lay down and take a nap at your house. You’re Dad isn’t home right?” He wasn’t. We got to my house and I unlocked the door and we went inside. “So did you like grabbing my ass on the swing out there?” she said. Uh oh, I was busted. “Um…I…wasn’t…I mean…I didn’t mean to…” I stammered. “Shush! It’s ok, I actually liked it.” She said. “I have something to tell you.” She leaned in really close, to whisper in my ear. “I’m horny and I want you.” She whispered. All of a sudden, she grabbed me and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Not missing a beat, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back, running my hands over her back and her butt. I even got so brave as to reach under and feel her left breast, but when I did she stopped kissing me. She stepped back and smiled a hot, sexy, horny smile. She then proceeded to pull her shirt up over her head, throwing it to the ground, following it with her bra. I looked up to gaze upon the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen on a girl. They had a slight hang to them, but their sheer size made me pay no attention to that. They were round and perfectly symmetrical. Her dark red nipples stood out proudly. “What do you think?” She asked. I couldn’t help but stare. Like I said, she was beautiful. “Well? Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna do something with these?” she playfully yelled at me as she groped and massaged her own chest. I said, “Hey, let’s get more comfortable. We can go into my room; my bed’s nice and big for us.” “Sound’s good to me,” she said as she turned towards the back of the house while flitting me a small smirk. We went into the back of the house, and then into my room. She then proceeded to lay down on my bed, allowing her beautiful tits to stand up in the air, just waiting to be touched. I leaned forward over her, and placed my right hand on her lest breast. It was so soft and big; I had to use two hands. She seemed bored so I decided to go at it. I jumped on top of her, much to her delight, and started sucking and squeezing and rubbing and pinching and chewing on any part of that girl’s chest I could reach. My enjoyment was only heightened by the fact that she seemed to be graciously enjoying it. When I finally got off of her, she said, “I guess you like sucking on my titties don’t you?” I nodded dumbly “I sure wish I had something to suck on,” she said slowly, looking down at the bed in mock depression. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she looked up at me and lunged. Her being a big girl, she got a hold of me and threw me onto my bed. She grabbed the waist band of my pants and tugged them down, boxers and all, revealing the treasure she longed for inside. In front of me was a beautiful, older girl, about to suck my dick. Life was good. She wrapped her hand around it and exclaimed, “Wow, you’re really big! You’re a lot bigger than the other guy’s I’ve sucked off.” “Did I hear that right?” I thought to myself. Surely not. Not this girl. Not this good girl. “You’ve sucked off other guy’s before? How many?” I asked “Oh, I’ve lost count. Probably about ten or twelve. Maybe even fifteen,” She responded. This fact left me dumbfounded. I thought this girl was a goody-twoshoes, and here I’m finding out that she’s a regular old slut! Like I said, Life is good. She lowered her head down and placed a cute little kiss on the end of my dick. Then she opened up and took the entire length of the thing (quite a bit, if I do say so myself) in her mouth and throat. Damn. This girl could suck! So we layed there for about five minutes as she kept on sucking me off. She seemed to really be enjoying it. After a little while longer, she asked if she could take a break. Still reeling from the experience I had just had, I had no choice but to say yes. But she didn’t want to rest. Oh no. She just wanted to give her mouth a break. She looked at me and said seven words that I will never forget. “I want you to fuck me. Now.” TO BE CONTINUED
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