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Amber drove home from school with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her school’s winter break had just started and she was about to have two weeks of vacation with her dad and stepmom. The three of them were going to go up to her grandparents’ house in Hawaii and have a great time at the resort they owned with the rest of her dad’s side of the family. There would be almost a full week of sunbathing and sneaking drinks with her cousins.

What made her nervous on the other hand was her stepmom, Jean. It wasn’t that she hated her stepmom, she actually loved her just as much as her dad, she was just nervous about what plans for tasks and punishments Jean had for her. For the past six months, a little after she turned 19, Jean had been training her as a sub and she had recently become more creative with Amber’s sessions. Jean had been gloating about how she’d already selected Amber’s bathing suits and had to special order them from a site in Japan and she expected Amber to wear them unless she said otherwise. Jean had also hinted strongly that she had a couple friends in Hawaii who would love to have a show or even play with Amber if she misbehaved. Amber enjoyed being tested by Jean but her stepmom really liked pushing her comfort levels.

Amber pulled into her garage, went upstairs and stripped out of her clothes so she could get into something more comfortable. She slipped off her jeans and took off her panties, revealing a carefully shaved mound. She then pulled off her shirt and took off her bra, releasing her B32 breasts which pushed up proudly from her skinny, 5’2 frame. Amber carefully inspected herself in her full body mirror for any body hair before she slid on some pink booty shorts and a black tank-top that held tightly against her flat stomach. Even when Jean had just been her stepmom, she had tried to slip in more casual clothing into her wardrobe but now that she was her mistress, she expected Amber to dress a lot skimpier than normal when she wasn’t in school and had a strict no-underwear rule for her while she was home, even around her father.

Amber shivered as she walked to the thermostat and turned the heat up a little before going into her mom’s study. She wasn’t done with her tasks for the day. In addition to keeping shaved, Amber had to keep a diary and clean her step-mother’s strap on. She started with the dildo as she waited for Jean’s desktop to boot-up. The thing was a practically a black obelisk at ten-inches long and a circumference that Amber could just get her hands around. Jean had never actually used it on Amber, preferring to use smaller toys and her own “hands-on treatment,” but she had always shown her it during their sessions and told her that one day she would slide the whole thing into Amber’s tight little pussy and slap its rubber balls against her. Amber feared it but a part of her was always curious if it could actually fit: She knew that Jean liked to play with her dad’s ass and had shown her some of the toys she had used on him, which had included some surprisingly wide and long butt plugs.

Amber licked the head of the detachable dildo and carefully worked her mouth over it, taking the facsimile into her mouth. The dildo was designed to have a circumcised look to it so aside from its size and plastic taste, it was like the two guys Jean had made her suck. As Amber slid inch after inch of the mighty tool towards the back of her throat, she thought back to the night she had given her first blowjobs. Jean had made sure that Ted was out for the evening (while he knew that Jean and Amber had been engaged in some kind of bdsm play, he had no idea how far they had gone) and blindfolded Amber while she knelt in a thong and a push-up bra in the living room. Two men she didn’t know then entered and dropped their pants while they made small talk with Jean. They ignored Amber for the longest time, occasionally coming near enough that she could smell the sweat on their crotches. For a while, Amber had thought that Jean was just trying to embarrass her when all of a sudden Jean acted like she had just noticed her and told her that she should have said something. Jean then allowed the two men to spank Amber and slowly mouthfuck her one at a time while she laid across Jean’s lap. The men weren’t particularly big but the taste of their precum and the new experience of accepting cocks into her mouth made her nauseous and gag.

Jean had been patient though. She kept encouraging Amber and even chastised one of the men when they grew angry at Amber’s gagging. After they filled her mouth with cum several times and had been able to build a good speed and even hit the back of her throat with the head of their dicks without Amber gagging, Jean had placed Amber on the couch and escorted the spent men outside. She had then sat next to her step-daughter and let her play with her soaking pussy until Ted came home a few minutes later. Amber had desperately begged Jean to let her finish but Jean just playfully smacked her on the Escort ass and told her she would have to be faster at finishing her tasks if she wanted to pleasure herself. Amber then had to sneak upstairs, her mouth still tasting of spunk and her body aching for release. She felt so slutty but extremely excited. Still, Jean kept to her word and refused to let her cum until two days later. That was how her stepmother worked; being gentle when she was pushing Amber’s limits then keeping her horny so she couldn’t think of how embarrassing the task was she had just done.

Amber pulled the large dildo out of her mouth and finished by licking the parts of the phallus she hadn’t been able to deepthroat. She inspected her work and, believing her stepmother would be satisfied, started to type. There hadn’t been much going on at school today, she had just had three finals and left without talking to anyone. Amber had always been awkward around others, not helped by the fact that her mother had pulled her out of school for two years after she divorced her father and had failed to be much of a homeschool teacher. When Ted got custody of Amber back, she had to be put back two grade levels behind her former friends. While Ted, and later Jean, tried to get her to interact more, it was difficult for her to make friends and even now, in her senior year, she only had a couple classmates that she actually hung out with outside of school. It didn’t help that she was still bullied somewhat by people that thought her poor social skills and age meant she was retarded.

As Amber thought about that, she began to type out the sexual fantasies she had been having lately. Some were just thoughts about her sessions with Jean, while others were a bit more elaborate. Amber didn’t mind typing these out for the most part; they let her relive the fantasies, making her nice and wet, and Jean couldn’t possibly make some of the more embarrassing ones happen (at least, that’s what Amber thought). However, there was one fantasy Amber had been having that she was reluctant to type out.

The fantasy involved Chelsea, a girl from her class that had been one of her bullies. The girl was stunning, 5’8, tan skin, trim body, brown hair, green eyes, a luscious ass, and C-cups that drove the boys wild. While she did pick on Amber, Chelsea mostly ignored her as she was too busy with volleyball or her friends to take time for the awkward girl that ran track. The fantasy had started a couple weeks back when Chelsea and her had gotten done with their practices at roughly the same time. While seniors normally got the privilege of private showers, there were too many girls in the locker room at the same time, so Amber and Chelsea had found themselves under the same group shower head. It was then that Amber got to see Chelsea completely nude for the first time. Amber had barely been able to be discreet as her eyes wandered up and down Chelsea. Amber couldn’t help but get aroused as she watched Chelsea cover her breasts in suds and wash the small triangular patch of pubic hair she had above her pussy. She was so lost that she was almost caught staring and had to quickly try to cover up while Chelsea cast a suspicious glare.

Amber had tried to make small talk but Chelsea had just ignored her until suddenly the lights went out. The luscious volleyball player had let out a shriek and fell forward into Amber. Amber instinctively had wrapped her arms around Chelsea, pressing their bodies together. Neither one of them said anything, letting their stunned eyes look into each other and their panicked breaths blow on each others lips, until the lights came back on a minute later. When they did, Chelsea walked away without saying anything and Amber had stayed behind, washing herself. Amber had then waited till everyone had left and then went home and pleasured herself while thinking of the way Chelsea’s breasts felt. Jean had discovered her and went to town on her with a riding crop but Amber had just become even more aroused. The fantasy she had been having was her and Chelsea making love while Jean stood nude next to them, directing their actions and even joining them after Chelsea and Amber had kissed her feet and licked the stiletto heels that Jean loved to wear.

Amber typed out the fantasy, her breathing becoming deeper from a mix of arousal and nervousness. She knew it would raise a lot of questions from Jean. Her Stepmother would ask if she had been hiding this fantasy for long and likely punish her. Not to mention, while amber had known that she was bisexual since she was 14, she had never told anyone, even her own father. Jean might become uncomfortable and stop being her dominatrix. When they had started six months ago, Jean had been very hesitant and had tried to focus more on the control aspect of their relationship and rarely touched her. Now, Jean was more comfortable using toys and occasionally would rub her and even had Amber eat her out on occasion, though she would always leave before Escort Bayan climaxing. Jean had always been reassuring Amber that they were “experimenting” and that they weren’t really ever having sex with each other. Amber sighed as she saved the document and leaned back.

“Well, at least it will be out in the open.” Amber sighed as she leaned back.

“What’ll be out in the open, my little slut?” a sultry voice said from behind Amber.

Amber yelped as she heard her stepmother speak and felt her hands clasp her slender shoulders. She looked back and saw Jean grinning slyly at her. At thirty years-old, Jean looked drop-dead gorgeous. Even though she was wearing a sweater and some jeans at the moment, Amber couldn’t help but admire her stepmother’s fit body and large D-cup breasts that she knew almost every man in their housing division had lusted after. Jean leaned down and lightly kissed her stepdaughter on the forehead, letting her long blonde hair fall over the two of them like a veil. She smiled, her azure eyes beaming as she looked over her stepdaughter.

Without warning, Jean painfully squeezed Amber’s nipples. Amber cried out with a pathetic yelp but didn’t try to resist. She kept her arms down and tried to ignore Jean messing with her already-hard nipples.

“You know, my little slut, you are supposed to help me whenever I have something to carry in.” Jean said coldly as she slipped her hands under Amber’s tanktop and started to pull on her light pink nipples.

“Aaah!” Amber cried out, “I’m sorry mommy! I didn’t hear you drive up.” Amber blurted out. She was already transitioning to her submissive state; whenever one of their sessions started, Amber was only allowed to call Jean “mistress” or “mommy.”

Jean leaned in next to Amber and whispered, “Oh, that’s okay my little candy drop, I didn’t know you would get done early” she twisted Amber’s already stretched nipples, drawing an agonized moan from her stepdaughter, “but that’s not why I have to punish you. Now, can you tell me why I have to hurt your cute little nipples?”

Amber tried to think what transgression she could have made to anger her stepmom but it was hard to concentrate while her nipples were being tortured. After what seemed like hours of having her precious little titties getting pinched and twisted, a revelation hit her:

“Is it…is it cause I forgot to call you when I got home?”

Jean kissed her on the neck but pulled as hard as she could on Amber’s nipples.

“That’s right, my little slut. You’re always supposed to call me when you get home. I want to know that my precious slave is safe and sound. Not to mention,” Jean motioned towards a bag she had left in the doorway, “I don’t want you seeing any of the fun little toys that Santa is bringing you for Christmas.”

“I’m sorry mommy, I was just really excited that finals were over and I forgot!” Amber cried out as tears started to form from the pain.

Jean released Amber, letting the younger woman breathe a sigh of relief before she ordered her to take off her tank-top. Amber quickly complied and ripped the little thing off of her body without a moment’s hesitation; she wasn’t afraid of being nude around her stepmother and her abused tits were being irritated by the cloth. Jean then ordered her to stand up and take her shorts off so she could be inspected. Amber once again did so but grew nervous when Jean withdrew her riding crop, which consisted of a small rectangular patch of leather attached to a flexible, black metal wand. Amber knew what Jean could do with that little instrument and shuddered a bit as her stepmother slapped its tip against the desk to test its durability. As Jean took a seat in the chair that Amber had been using, Amber noticed that Jean hid a couple of objects behind her back. Still, Amber knew she wasn’t supposed to ask questions while she was being inspected so she stood in front of her stepmother and held her arms behind her back while her stepmother looked her over.

Jean carefully examined every inch of her stepdaughter’s naked front, trailing the riding crop’s leather tip across Amber’s pale flesh. She started with her feet, making sure that Amber had kept her toenails clipped and painted a light pink. Satisfied, Jean guided the crop between Amber’s legs and ran the length of each leg up to her shaved mound, searching for any hair; she smiled a wicked grin when Amber shivered from the crop being placed near her privates and delivered a light smack to the young girl’s left inner thigh.

“Don’t move pet. It makes it harder to see if you’ve been my good little toy or not.” Jean ordered as she saw Amber try to suppress a squeal of pain.

Jean spent some time rubbing Amber’s mound, even taking some time to part her swollen labia and patting her engorged clitoris with the riding crop. She observed the wetness of Amber’s pussy and kept a curious gaze on her face as she once again looked up at her stepdaughter’s face.

“So Bayan Escort I guess today’s entry is particularly steamy?” Jean pulled Amber’s right arm from behind her back and began sniffing and licking her fingertips, searching for Amber’s scent, “Or have you been playing with yourself without permission again?”

Amber tried to keep a straight face as she answered but Jean kept stimulating her nether regions with the cold riding crop and Amber was already so aroused.

“No mistress Jean, I just wrote what you wanted me to and…oh, please don’t make me answer while you’re doing that.” A hard slap on her right thigh made Amber shriek with surprise. Catching herself, she finished:

“And I just got really aroused.”

Jean took the crop and used it to push up each of her step daughter’s proud little breasts. Satisfied that Amber managed to keep a straight-face, Jean led the crop up the young-woman’s chest and put the leather tip in front of her mouth. Amber sucked on the tip, tasting her own wetness until Jean pulled it out.

Jean smiled, “If you’re soaking from just writing, I can’t wait for you to read it aloud to me and my friends.”

Amber gasped, horrified that she would not only have to reveal her sexual preferences to her stepmom but she would also have to do it while Jean’s online friends watched. Jean’s friends were a kink group that met online to share stories of their conquests and occasionally have meet-ups with each other. Jean had recently started a private channel for them where they could watch her carry out her sessions with Ted or Amber. They only responded through text but they loved watching Amber be embarrassed in front of the camera. Sometimes, when she was too busy, Jean would even let them direct the session and Amber would have to take all their requests.

Seeing her stepdaughter’s frightened face, Jean just rolled her office chair over to the door and retrieved a couple of objects, a candy cane and a set of nipple clamps. from the bag while she put on a sadistic smile.

“Present yourself, slut.” Jean said as she unwrapped the candy cane. The thing wasn’t really a cane so much as it was a thick pole of sugar with a candy-cane stripe.

Amber nodded and obeyed, albeit reluctantly. She turned to face the computer monitor and bent over so her face was only a few inches away from the screen and her butt was proudly pushed out towards Jean. She then spread her legs wide so Jean would have an easy time examining her ass.

“That’s really good, pet. Here’s a treat for you, be sure to make it nice and wet.” Jean said as she pushed the candy cane into Amber’s mouth. Amber sucked on it hungrily, using her right hand to steady the piece of candy once Jean released it; she had a good idea what it would be used for and wanted to make sure she narrowed the thick thing down as best as she could.

Jean then attached the clamps. Amber let out a soft cry; she wasn’t used to nipple clamps, having only had them used on her a couple of times, but they felt better than the previous abuse Jean had given her poor little nipples a few minutes ago. As she tried to get used to the pain, Amber heard a slight jingle of bells. She took a quick look down and saw that, attached to the ends of the little strips of metals that hung from the silver clamps were small bells. Amber tried to focus on whittling the candy cane down with her mouth but started to blush as she felt Jean slip a red Santa hat over her forehead; Jean loved dressing Amber up when she wasn’t in school and it was clear what type of cosplay she was going to make Amber wear. Jean confirmed her fears by buttoning an extremely small skirt around her waist. The little skirt was a felt Santa red miniskirt with a bit of white faux fur running around its bottom. Amber could feel her ass hanging out and figured that the miniskirt barely covered anything. Amber’s embarrassment wasn’t over though, as she hear Jean pull on some latex gloves with a chilling snap.

Jean just chuckled as her slave shivered in fear:

“Just keep enjoying your little treat, my little slut. Mommy is going to make sure you’re nice and presentable for her friends.” Jean said as she squeezed Amber’s butt cheeks and pulled them apart, searching for any little hairs.

Amber kept focusing on the long stick of candy in her mouth, which she had worn down to a narrow point on one end. Her mouth was almost dry from all the sugar and her tongue was almost worn out from all of the sucking and licking. She was about to stop and move down the pole when she heard Jean start to click her tongue. Knowing what was coming, Amber took the candy out of her mouth and bit down on her lip.

“Oh my, little slut, you seemed to have missed a few hairs.” Jean said, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a pair of long metal tweezers. Jean had to look hard for them but she had found a five small hairs right outside of her young submissive’s asshole.

“Don’t you worry though, your mistress is going to fix this right up for you.” Jean plucked one of the hairs, taking her time to uncurl it and stretch it out before ripping it from its dark little follicle. She grinned as the act drew a squeal of pain from Amber.

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(As always, starting with the first chapter is best. Long ago I had something somewhat like the bathtub scene actually happen….)

That Friday night, Charlie’s new 22-year old stepsister, Alice, regaled them all with tales of her first day as the assistant manager of the huge used bookstore that they sometimes went to. It had been a very good day, she said, even though she realized almost as soon as she’d started that she’d overdressed for the job. Everyone who worked there dressed professionally but casually, and the next time she went into work, on Monday, she planned to ditch the glam-Goth professional look that she’d worn for just a slightly more dressed up version of the neo-hippy chick that she was. Almost everyone was nice, Alice said, and she spoke especially warmly about her fellow assistant manager Craig, who had been so helpful at talking her through things. Hearing this, 18-year old Charlie got a pang of jealously, which was a weird feeling that he’d never had with this intensity before.

Charlie’s Mom, Sylvia, and new Stepdad, Ted, were glowing with pride as they listened to the description of Alice’s new job—how how responsible it was, how it didn’t keep her at all from working at all of the other jobs in the store just like the other employees, how successful the company was, how successful and well-organized their particular store was, and so on.

Finally, with apologies, Sylvia and Ted interrupted Alice’s seemingly endless stream of words to switch over to giving her and Charlie instructions for when they were going to be gone. Starting the next day, Sylvia and Ted were leaving for a romantic retreat to Big Sur, leaving Alice and Charlie alone in the house for the weekend.

Sylvia and Ted said to be careful, but have fun, and absolutely no guests over because of insurance reasons. Call 911 if any serious accidents or anything really bad happened. And call them too, of course, but they trusted that nothing would go wrong.

Charlie stole a furtive glance at Alice as this was being said, and she glanced quickly back at him with a definite don’t-look-at-me-right-now expression. To their parents, they just replied that they’d do what was said, and as Charlie thought it over he realized that going by the exact legalistic letter of it, maybe they sort-of would, in a twisted way. But for the first time he more fully realized how much they were playing with fire in fooling around, which they had already been doing for the last few days. As Alice had warned him, there didn’t really seem to be much of a future in their just-started affair, for he couldn’t imagine the fallout if their parents found out.

After getting in his PJs and brushing his teeth, he got into bed to await his nightly kiss from Alice, feeling waves of worry. He started planning to say to Alice that maybe they should think this over, when suddenly there was a light knock on the door.

“Good night, Charlie,” Alice said, in a neutral voice, without coming in, “See you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” he replied, trying to sound like nothing was wrong. Alice skipping their newly established ritual of the goodnight kiss made him even more worried. Was she freaked out too? Maybe now whatever she had planned for their weekend together was off?

He tossed and turned in worry for a couple of hours before he finally slept.

Oversleeping, he awoke in full daylight, and wondered if he’d already missed seeing his Mom and Dad off on their trip. Quickly putting on his robe and brushing his teeth, he rushed out to the living room, which was already quiet and empty. Going out to the driveway, he saw Ted and Sylvia putting their suitcases in the trunk of the car. Alice, already dressed, was smiling and waving goodbye. Seeing Charlie they all smiled at him and waved. He could see that their little poodle Penny was in the car, jumping up and down in the back seat. The dog loved going on trips. And then there was a last round of goodbyes, and their parents were gone.

Charlie smiled shyly at Alice after the farewell. And in response she looked at him quizzically. He hated himself, but suddenly the idea of being alone with Alice in the house for the whole weekend, without even having to worry about their parents and about being discreet, seemed a little scary—because he simply didn’t know what to do.

To hide this, he yawned a little theatrically, and said, “I just woke up.”

She smiled, “I know.”

“I think I’m going to go take a bath,” he suddenly added, and walked back into the house.

Once he got in, he kept walking until he got into the bathroom, closing but not locking the door as was his agreement with Alice, and starting the water flowing. He stripped rapidly and got in the bath, which slowly started filling. He was feeling more than a little anxiety, but maybe the bath would give him time to figure things out.

Then there was a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer Alice came in.

“Charlie,” she said, and he turned off the water so that he could hear her better.

“Yes?” Escort he said, sitting cross-legged at one end of the tub, feeling more or less safe behind the opaque curtain.

“Can I get in with you?” She said, and he could hear the smile in her voice as, again without waiting for an answer, she rapidly took off her clothes.

“Well….,” he said, stalling for time, thinking that he’d never had a bath with anyone else before.

But it was too late. Alice pulled the shower curtain aside, and he could see her completely nude right outside of the tub. She smiled at him as he looked at her beautiful medium-small slightly upturned breasts with their small nipples, and then at the dark triangle of her black-haired pussy.

And then Alice lifted one leg to get into the claw-footed bathtub. To Charlie, this seemed to be happening almost in slow motion, but soon she had one leg in the bath and one leg out. As a result, just two feet away from him, almost directly in front of his face, was Alice’s hairy vagina, which for the first time was spread open in front of him.

He saw rounded hairy mounds on each side. And then in-between her spread legs was the actual opening of Alice’s vagina, which was like a curvy, lippy, upside down folded together V of moist light pink, with the mostly hidden bud of her clitoris above.

Alice said, “Oh, the water’s hot!” and seemed genuinely surprised by this, and rather than getting in all the way, she stayed in this position for a few seconds as she got used to the water. She watched Charlie’s look of wonder and lust as he stared at her spread cunt directly in front of him.

The water was still shallow, and Charlie’s cock head jerked out of the water as it filled with blood. It looked like a rapidly growing mushroom.

And now it was Alice’s turn to be fascinated, because although she’d seen soft dicks and hard ones, she’d somehow never seen one go from soft to hard right in front of her eyes. And she was turned on to know that she had just caused this with the spread view of her twat. And so she stayed in the the same position for a little while longer watching him grow.

Now Charlie’s penis with it’s light purple head was jerking up higher and higher, and in just more several seconds it was six-inches of rock-hard cock pointing almost straight up in the air. The purpleish head of Charlie’s twitching and throbbing penis now stretched up to just past his belly button as he sat there cross-legged.

Alice climbed the rest of the way into the tub, and then sat down very slowly, saying with a hint of wonder, “Good morning to you too. Thanks for that.” And then she added with a really big smile: “That was hot!”

Suddenly, Charlie’s shyness was almost gone. He loved Alice, and she was so fun and accepting of so many things. Now his worry was mostly gone, and he was just trembling with excitement.

“I’d never seen that before,” he said, with an excited and shy smile.

“Actually, I haven’t ever seen a guy’s cock grow like that right in front of my eyes either,” Alice said, trembling a little with excitement herself.

Charlie’s breathing was coming rapidly, and she could almost see his heartbeat thumping in his chest.

“I think we can do something about this,” Alice said with a smile. “You said you sometimes did it four times a day, and so it’s not like we’re going to run out.”

He looked at her puzzled.

“Stay right there,” she said with an almost ironic smile, “I’ll be right back.”

And then she slowly got up and, standing, turned around to face the shower head, which had hanging off it a wire rack with shampoo and conditioner bottles. She leaned over slightly getting one of the bottles out of the rack

He was now looking at Alice’s butt, which somehow surprised him with how different it was from a man’s. It was larger, rounder, softer, and almost heart shaped

“I think just a tiny bit of conditioner should do the trick,” she said, and she picked up a bottle and started opening it.

Alice’s legs were slightly spread and she was leaning forward a little, and he realized that even from the back from his position he could see part of her hairy cunt. Those two rounded mounds were there underneath, and in-between, barely visible and now folded together into a tiny slit, seemed to be the opening of her vagina. He had no idea this could be seen from the back of a woman.

He felt his cock straining, and he could even feel his balls seemingly swirling with the production of more sperm.

“That’s should do it,” she said, turning around, sitting down again, and showing him on one palm a little dab of white conditioner.

“Like I said, I should have had more virgins along the way,” said Alice, and she smiled as she looked into his eyes, “No one’s ever had quite that kind of reaction to me.” Her expression too seemed a bit different from even her flirty one. He realized that this was the way she looked when she was horny.

“May I touch you?” She said, looking down at his Escort Bayan throbbing penis.

“Yes,” he said, “what are you—”

Without waiting, she took the little bit of greasy conditioner and gently took hold of his cock, rubbing it around it lightly it for a couple of seconds to spread it before gripping his dick more firmly in her hand. And then she started steadily rubbing up and down the length of it with surprising speed and strength.

“Sometimes I like to swallow,” Alice said, starring not at him, but at his one-eyed purple cock head, “and sometimes I like to see it come out.”

She kept up her speed and firmness, and then after just a minute, she said: “Give it to me, Charlie. Give it to me.” She said it the second time in a slightly horse voice, almost as an order.

Charlie had been so worried the night before, and so had not done his nightly playboy ritual. And his night had been tortured with erotic dreams, but he hadn’t had a wet dream. In other words, he was full of horniness and cum that hadn’t been released. Feeling Alice’s grip around his cock, and her startlingly rapid, firm, and expert movements, and thinking about her spread cunt, he could feel the cum starting to rise after just a minute and a half.

“Give it to me, Charlie. Give it to me!”

A white jet shot out of his cock and hit Alice’s face, splashing across her chin, mouth, and nose. She flinched in surprise and closed her eyes, which was fortunate, as the second jet hit across her left eyelid and forehead.

“Uuh” escaped him, as jets three, four, and five sprayed her chest, the shower curtain, and the side of the tub, before his dick finally subsided, twitching.

“You sure gave it to me!” She laughed, trying to open her eyes, and then wiping the cum-covered one with her finger, and sticking it in her mouth. “Wow!”

“Alice, I’m sorry!” He was suddenly feeling guilty and worried.

“No,” she smiled at him, “It’s ok, silly, that’s what I wanted to happen.”

“Really?” he said. He was having trouble breathing.

“Yeah,” she said, wiping some more off, but this time just washing it off into the water.

“That, my friend, is what’s called a hand-job and facial.”

“Facial?” He said, still breathing. Since his mother had put internet controls on a few years ago, there were a lot of things he just didn’t know.

“Yeah,” she said, in her matter-of-fact way, “some guys like to spray their women’s faces and breasts with their cum, because it turns them on, and I guess it shows how much they love them. I’m not usually into it. It’s just too messy for me. I always want to take a shower right after, and so the bath is the only place for it, as far as I’m concerned. But when I’ve had baths with my past boyfriends, strangely enough, they almost never get excited. I don’t know if it’s just because you’re a virgin? Or maybe it’s the intensity of your feelings for me? Probably it’s both,” she added thoughtfully.

She looked up at him. He was relaxed now, and not surprisingly looked happy.

“Let’s just turn this into a shower and wash off,” she said, and then she turned around again, pulled the plug, and started the controls to get the shower going.

After washing thoroughly, including gentle soapings of each other’s backs and fronts, with smiles and little laughs, they got out and started drying off.

To his surprise, Alice immediately started getting dressed in white underwear, and then white jeans.

“Alice,” Charlie said, still nude and not even particularly self-conscious, “it’s your turn now.”

“Yeah,” she said smiling, as she slipped into a slightly dressy blouse, but without a bra, “I know. But we have all day, and I want to do this in a way that you’re wanting it,” she looked into his eyes, and then looked down almost shyly, which was unusual for her, and added, “I want you to be almost begging for it.”

This was news to him, but somehow just thinking about this made his dick, which was hanging down, lengthen slightly and twitch a little.

But she was looking instead at his face and studying it, and then she started rubbing her fingers over the bristle around his chin and upper lip.

“You didn’t shave yesterday, did you?”

“I know,” he said, “I didn’t have work or school, and so I just skipped it. I’ll do it now.”

“No.” She said, “Don’t shave. I like the bristle.”

“Sure,” he said. It didn’t matter to him either way.

“Hey, let’s watch a movie!” Alice suddenly said.

“Really?” He asked, wondering what she had in mind.

“Yeah, let’s just hang out, have fun, and snuggle. Oh, and by the way,” she added seemingly as an afterthought, but somehow the way she said it made him think it was planned, “I have a little surprise for you.”

His expression became not just surprised but slightly worried. Alice’s surprises were usually good, but they were indeed usually surprising.

He got dressed too, and then she asked him to set up a big bed for them in the living room next to the 42″ HDTV, Bayan Escort using the king-sized camping pad, sheets, blankets, and lots of pillows. He did that while she looked through his blu-ray collection. She put several out on the the floor, and then said, “Hey, how about the original Star Wars?”

“I’ve seen it a lot,” he said, “but sure, I like that one.” He still felt like another shoe was about to drop that he didn’t know about yet.

She went back into her bedroom, and came back with a small rectangle of something wrapped in layers of wrinkly tinfoil

“What’s that?” He said.

“Brownies,” she replied, but something about her expression put him on guard.

“What kind of brownies?” He asked, both smiling and concerned.

“The kind you think,” she said, and as almost always with important things, she was honest: “They’re pot brownies.”

“Alice,” he said, and couldn’t keep an accusatory note quite out of his voice, “are you a stoner?”

“What if I were,” she said, looking up at him almost somberly with her beautiful brown eyes, flecked with tiger-yellow, “would you no longer want to sleep with me?”

“No. It’s just. I’m surprised.”

“Well, actually, I’m not a stoner. Stoners use pot often, or even all the time. I just do every once in a while. Just a couple of times a year, really. I’m going to have one now. Do you want to join me?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, and then added, “When did you make these, anyway.”

“The other day,” she said, again hiding nothing, “when everyone in the house was at work, and I was home alone.”

Then, in a slightly different voice, she said: “Do you think you’ll ever try it when you’re at college?”

“Yeah, probably,” he laughed, “Most people do at some point.”

“So,” she said simply and quietly, “would you rather do it the first time with a bunch of college freshman you probably don’t even like that much, or with the woman you love.”

She said it so honestly and simply, and somehow almost immediately she had him. She was quiet and almost serious. In spite of himself, he smiled.

“OK,” he said, laughing in disbelief, “but tell me what it does. I don’t even know.”

She broke into a smile, and said, “Mostly it just loosens inhibitions a little. So things seem a little funnier, sometimes you feel more open to new experiences, and sometimes you get hungry, and even curious about the tastes of different kinds of food.”

“The ‘stoner munchies,'” he said, “I’ve heard of them. Well, I haven’t had breakfast, and I’m hungry already, and so I guess give me a piece of brownie,” he said and held out his hand.

She unwrapped the package. There were four medium-sized brownies, which looked just like normal ones.

“They’re actually pretty mild,” she said, handing him one, “and so you can eat a whole one.”

“Okay,” he said, with a note of wonder at what he was doing.

She handed him the brownie, took one herself, and then wrapped the rest up.

She smiled and took a big bite and chewed, “Mmmm,” she said with her mouth full, “They really good, if I do say so myself.”

He took a smaller bite, and chewed slowly. Indeed, it was a good brownie. And that’s pretty much all it tasted like, although the texture and taste were just slightly unusual.

“I’ll just put the rest of these back away in their hiding place.”

Charlie couldn’t believe what he—what they—were doing, and at that second he didn’t mean their sex. He walked around the living room rapidly eating the tasty brownie, while closing the curtains and blinds—as if that would do any good, he thought. But it would give them privacy if they needed it.

Alice came back, and then suddenly looked up at his hair. She gently put her hand up to run her fingers through it, and said in genuine surprise: “You have curls!”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to brush my hair. I can go do it now. But let me guess: you like it better this way.”

“Yeah,” she said, with an appraising look, and then added, “hey, can you put on that black turtleneck I gave you?”

“Sure,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. After what she’d done for him, she could dress him up any way she wanted to if it made her happy.

When he came out with the turtle neck on, she said, “Oh wow, you should see this! Let’s go to Mom and Dad’s full mirror.”

“Okay,” he said, following her, and wondered if this was what their supposedly wild weekend was going to be like.

But when he saw himself in the mirror he was taken aback. Two days of beard growth, curly instead of brushed down black hair, and a black turtleneck made him look almost like a different person. He had to admit he looked pretty handsome, in a bohemian, European-intellectual, coffee shop sort-of way.

She could tell he was amazed at the subtle but profound change in his looks.

“I want to take this guy home with me,” Alice said to him through his reflection, and then said, “oh wait, I already did.”

Then she started laughing out of nowhere, and couldn’t seem to stop.

“What?” He said.

She kept laughing.

“What?!”

“I just realized that you look a little bit like Dieter in the Mike Meyers Sprockets thing. Except you’re cuter, your hair isn’t greasy, and you don’t have glasses.”

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I love being a mother. Even more, I love being a MILF. My son’s friends often make comments about how hot I am. And I try to be just as hot as I can for them.

Just last week, Glenn, my 18 year old son had five friends of the same age over playing video games. They were in the family room at the rear of the house. I suppose they thought they had privacy, but I could easily overhear their conversation. All of Glenn’s friends were telling him how hot I was. Some of the comments were even lewd. I heard Mike say, “I’d like to have a piece of that.” I. was somewhat surprised that Glenn didn’t stop them from saying such naughty things about his own mother.

While it did upset me slightly to have these young men make such comments about me, it also turned me on. I was glad to be noticed, to be desired. These young men were so handsome.

I decided to have some fun teasing them and went to my room and changed into some more suitable clothes. I put on a red low cut v-neck sweater that is about three sizes too small and really hugged my boobs (no bra, of course), a short black leather mini skirt, a red thong that barely covered my mound, black fish-net stockings, red garter belt and red pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror.

“Not bad. You’ve still got it, girl,” I said to encourage myself.

I walked in on their little group and their eyes just Escort about popped out. The conversation stopped in mid-sentence. They all just stared in silence, mouths hanging open. Glenn was absolutely speechless. He’d rarely seen me dressed like this, and never around his friends.

“Would you like anything to drink?” I asked, smiling at their stunned expressions. “Eddie, will you help me in the kitchen.” Eddie, Glenn’s best friend since First Grade moved like a zombie, standing and moving toward the kitchen without his eyes ever leaving my body. I could see his hard-on bulging out the front of his jeans. My outfit certainly had an effect of him.

“You know where the glasses are,” I said as we entered the kitchen. As Eddie reached up into the cabinet for the glasses, I walked up behind him, rubbing my breasts against his back.

He turned and stared into my eyes. He was trapped between my body and the tiled counter to his back. I rubbed against that bulge in his jeans. And he rubbed back. I moaned slightly. It had been too long since I had any sex.

When I moaned, Eddie just smiled. Then he got a little more bold, grabbing my boobs through my sweater.

“Do you want some help with these?” he asked. Eddie had certainly turned the tables. I thought I was in charge and that I would tease the boys, but now he was taking control. And it felt Escort Bayan so good.

One of the other boys came into the kitchen to see what was taking so long and joined in. He comes up behind lifting my skirt and rubbing my pussy mound. I spread my legs and he begins to finger me. I can feel his hard, young cock pressing against my ass.

Another boy came to the door of the kitchen. When he saw what was happening he said, “Bring the party back in here.”

I was led back into the living room where they lay me on the couch – literally!! My sweater was pulled up. Young hands and mouths caressed my 34B boobs. My nipples grew as hard as little stones. My skirt was pushed up to my waist and my thong pulled aside as their young fingers began to feel how hot and wet I was. I became both hotter and wetter as their fingers filled and thrilled my needy pussy.

All the while my son was watching.

I suddenly felt the weight of one young man between my legs and then felt the hard, hot stalk of his youthful, virile cock against the wet lips of my pussy. I cry out, “Noooo!!” but my body is screaming, “YES!!!” He pushed his prick deep into my pussy and told all the others how hot and wet I was. In only a dozen thrusts he came deep inside my horny cunt. He pulled out and his cock was immediately replaced by another young, virile spear of flesh.

The Bayan Escort whole groups was busy with hands and mouths all over me. My tits were sucked and squeezed. I was kissed roughly, passionately. My legs were caressed and pulled wide apart. Boy after boy took their turn at my pussy, all of them cumming copiously. Their sperm flowed out of me, puddling on the couch. And I came with them, again and again. I needed what they were giving me. All five fucked me.

All the while my son was watching.

Finally as the fifth of his friends pumped the last of his load deep into my pussy, the first guy said, “Hey, Glenn, come and get some of this. Your mom is HOT!”

Glenn dropped his pants and crawled between my legs. Though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to stop him. He pushed his youthful cock deep into the pussy that birthed him. My body exploded in orgasm. My legs wrapped around him and pulled him even deeper into my used and abused pussy. He roughly pounded into my well-fucked cunt.

His buddies cheered him on as he ravaged his own mother’s pussy. All at once he pushed as deep as he could into my cunt and roared as unloaded what felt like a gallon of sperm into his mother’s hot, horny hole.

His friends all patted him on the back, while he kept his dick buried in my overflowing pussy.

“If that was my mom I’d fuck her every day,” the first one said. The others chimed in with similar comments.

As I lay there, with their cum oozing out of me, with my son’s still throbbing cock buried deep inside me, I thought, “I hope he does.”

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A heat wave baked the upper Midwest and the humidity that hung over the city caused Bess’s short sleeve blouse to stick to her back. She walked up the front steps and rang the bell.

“Come on in,” Bonnie yelled from inside. “It’s open.”

Bess walked into the foyer and heard, “Lock it behind you, will you? Then come into the kitchen.”

“Sure,” Bess called, throwing the latch.

Bess walked to the back and into the large, airy kitchen. Bonnie already had lunch laid out on the table: a green salad, a bowl of crab salad, and cold pasta with basil. Crisp rolls nestled in a napkin-covered basket and a bottle of white wine stood opened beside two crystal glasses.

“Oh, Bess,” Bonnie said, hugging her, “I’ve missed you!”

“Me too,” Bess replied.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I have a gift for you.” She picked up a small package wrapped in silver paper.

Bess tore off the paper and opened the small box. Inside was a pewter figurine of a dragon with his wings spread, his head thrown back as if roaring. He was perched on a faceted crystal globe, his talons buried in the transparent ball.

Bonnie watched Bess lift the four-inch high dragon so the light turned into rainbows within the crystal. “The dragon is for fantasy,” Bonnie said, “And for dreams that can be made to come true.”

“You knew that I was going to join you in your business, didn’t you?”

“I knew a week ago when I watched your eyes light up as I showed you the album. Actually I knew when we met at your Aunt’s. After all, we were teammates and I knew you very well then.” She poured wine into the two glasses and raised hers in toast. “To fantasy. And to making fantasies come true for everyone involved.”

After lunch, Bonnie said, “I think it’s time for you to have a look around upstairs.”

The two girls put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then climbed the lushly carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. It was softer and Escort more romantic than the downstairs, done in pastel pinks and warm, spring greens. The lounge chair was upholstered in a pink and green floral with green piping to match the bedspread and drapes. The oriental carpet contained the same shades of green and together with a half of dozen plants, gave the entire room a warm and comfortable feeling.

“This is a wonderful room,” Bess said, “soft and loving somehow.”

“That’s exactly the way I want it. We’ll need to coordinate, but you’re free to use it whenever you want, for whatever you want.”

“Are you sure about me using your place?”

“Yes.” Bonnie opened the door to a huge walk-in closet. “On this side, are everyday clothes, the usual suits, dresses, blouses, things like that. The shoes are underneath.”

She looked Bess over. “I guess we still wear the same size, so take your pick.”

“Bonnie, I couldn’t.”

With a smile, Bonnie said, “I love clothes and now I can indulge myself. You will be surprised how many men want a well-dressed, well educated companion to decorate their arm at a luncheon or business dinner.”

“You mean like in ‘Pretty Woman’?”

“Exactly. Sometimes without any sex.” She turned and pointed to the other side of the closet. “This is the evening stuff.”

Bess was stunned at the number of designer dresses: chiffon, lace, sequins, and satin in a variety of colors and textures. Her fingers touched each one and she wanted to pull each from its hanger and try it on. “You are ready for anything, aren’t you?”

Bonnie crossed the room and opened the door to a second closet. “Play clothes.” Inside hung an assortment of costumes. Bess recognized some of them from Bonnie’s album. The pink little girl dress and the leather and chain outfit hung with a leopard patterned leotard, three leather dresses with multiple zippers, and several see-through lace Escort Bayan bodysuits.

“On each hanger,” Bonnie explained, “are all the items necessary for that persona. Besides the clothes and underwear, I have coordinated jewelry, perfume, extra make-up, whatever’s needed, all in a plastic bag on the hanger. With some of them, there is a wig, should you care to wear one. I love wigs: They make me feel like a different person. Again feel free to use anything, just put it back in its place. Sometimes I need to dash into the bathroom and change quickly.”

Bess could only shake her head.

On the far side of the closet were outfits for men; a Robin Hood-style green vest and tights, a black outfit that looked like it was designed for a second story man, and a white shirt and short pants combination. “For the naughty little boy,” Bonnie explained.

Bonnie opened the drawers of a wide dresser and showed Bess dozens of slips, bras both with and without cutouts so nipples could show through, satin and lace panties, silk teddies in a dozen colors, and garter belts with stockings.

“Try anything on and wear whatever fits your mood. Or you might want to wear nothing at all under your evening clothes. There are few things more arousing than telling a man that you’re not wearing underwear, and then going out for the evening. But everything’s replaceable so if anything gets torn or whatever,” she winked, “we’ll get new ones.”

When Bess looked as though she didn’t understand, Bonnie said, “Sometimes a man wants to tear your clothes off or cut them off slowly and dramatically.”

As Bess gazed into the drawer, Bonnie took her hand. “There is one more room to show you.”

Bonnie opened the door to the other bedroom and let Bess precede her. As she entered the room she gasped. Almost cave-like, it was darkened with wood-paneled walls and heavy velvet drapes. As Bess looked around she saw the room Bayan Escort resembled a dungeon with eyelets, chains, and bondage equipment proudly displayed on every wall. There were three differently shaped wooden benches with hooks and straps attached and two cabinets filled with items Bess didn’t recognize. A big brass bed dominated one end of the room. As shocked as she was, Bess also realized that she could hardly breathe.

Bonnie walked in behind her and placed her hand on Bess’s shoulder. “Exciting, isn’t it?”

Bess nodded her head. She was picturing herself held down or chained, restrained and helpless with a man standing over her enjoying her vulnerability. “This isn’t in the album.”

“No,” Bonnie said, “This is for special ‘friends’.”

“Like the one you told me about last week. The $1000 one.”

“Yes, Bess, that one. And others.” With that Bonnie led Bess out of the room.

Eventually they returned to the living room. Sipping wine, the topic turned to Bess’s new career.

“I want you to go slowly,” Bonnie said, “But first there are a few things. My ‘friends’ are all types. Most are older and yes, there are one or two women. Second, they may have different tastes, so we say, so don’t judge them. I have one who likes to wear women’s underwear.”

Bess tried not to look shocked. She had read about transvestites but she never thought she meet one. “Women’s underwear?”

“Several men I know like to wear satin undies under their business suits and they are not transvestites.” Bonnie replied. “The slippery fabric feels good against their skin, and it’s their sexy little secret. Remember there’s nothing wrong with an activity that consenting adults enjoy in private, or, for that matter, in selected public locations.”

“You’re right. I’m not being judgmental, just naïve.”

Bonnie leaned forward. “Most important, if it makes you uncomfortable or doesn’t feel right, then don’t do it. I don’t like to be tied up, in any way, so I do have my limits. Understand?”

“Yes,” Bess said, nodding her head.

“Good. I’d like to see you build your sexual and sensual awareness little by little. And I have just the place to start.”

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(After reading for many years, this is my first story)

At 35 years old, I found myself divorced and living in a small, studio apartment in the basement of an elderly woman’s home. I was remarkably happy considering I had left a very large home with all the amenities behind to live in a space smaller than the man cave I once enjoyed. I have to say, I was impressed with my own sense of decorating and the small abode had become quite comfy; although hardly a place that made it easy to welcome female visitors and therefore, it had been sometime since I was able to enjoy a night with a beautiful woman in the comfort of my own place.

As I pulled into the driveway one Friday evening after work, my landlord waved me down to inform me her grand-daughter was coming to stay for a long weekend and would be parking in my covered spot. So much for tenants rights, I gladly parked out on the street so the precious little thing wouldn’t get any rain on her car.

Friday night was another rousing round of reruns and the sleep-aid of an old war movie in which I never made it halfway. Saturday, after a long day making up some lost ground at work, I fought my way home through one of those rain storms that leaves people searching for Ark plans on the internet. Pulling into the driveway, I was greeted with no parking space; a reminder I was remanded to the street parking.

Soaking wet, I finally settled into some old comfy sweats, ate dinner and was well on my way through a bottle of wine. A knock at the door startled me a bit, but I jumped up to see what someone could possibly be doing out in this storm.

I was greeted at the door by sight for sore eyes; at least for “its been too long eyes”. There before me was a 5’0″ tall, well-endowed young woman with “let’s-have-some-fun” short hair, clutching a backpack under the pint-sized umbrella she’d been issued. Without a hesitation or introduction I invited her in, “come in or you’ll drown!”

“Thank you. I’m Kerri. Claudia’s grand-daughter. I hope I am not disturbing you.”

“Just interrupting some old reruns. How can I help you?”

“I am visiting from out of town and needed Escort to upload a paper for school and my grandmother apparently didn’t find any need for internet service anymore and cancelled it. She said she thought you might have internet access.” Having lived as Claudia’s tenant for over a year, this didn’t surprise me; she still wrote checks at the grocery store.

“Yes, of course. Here, take your coat off and you can set up your laptop over there in my office; which also doubles as my dining table.”

Taking her long rain-coat off, obviously borrowed from her grandmother, revealed a young woman who had been blessed in so many ways. Wearing a tight shirt, her 34C breasts came alive with the hint of a hard nipple as the highlight. Her yoga pants, taking over where the shirt left off, formed perfectly over her round ass, and from the look of how they were formed through her ass and crotch, that is all she was wearing. It was all I could do to stay focused on her mesmerizing blue eyes.

“This will only take a minute. I have to upload this paper tonight or I’m screwed.”

“Take your time. It is nice to have company for a change. What is your paper for?”

“I am finishing up my junior year at UNC in communications; studying to be a broadcast journalist.”

“Damn, I’d watch you talk about the phone book on TV,” I thought to myself.

“There we go! All done. Boy, what a relief. I’m all done with my junior year now. Well, thank you again.”

“Congratulations! If you don’t have to runoff, let’s celebrate with some champagne.”

“Oh, that is very sweet, but I’m only 20; still have 6 months to wait.”

“I won’t check your ID; unless of course you have to run back upstairs with your grandma?”

“No no (laughing). She was headed to bed and I’d just be watching her micro-sized TV by myself. Sure, I’ll stick around for some champagne.”

The lack of furniture required we sit fairly close together on my under-sized couch. Sipping our champagne, being close enough to Kerri to even smell her beauty, made my sex-starved cock start to actively stir. The first bottle went quickly and she gladly Escort Bayan agreed to opening a second; finishing up her school was a good reason to get drunk she mentioned. As the champagne relaxed my lovely guest, the inhibitions came down as she shared stories of college parties complete with a plethora of hot, sexual escapades. As the story turned to what brought me to this tiny apartment under her grandmother’s house, she kindly told me I’d have NO problem finding a new woman; and ended the comment with a wink. I excused myself to the restroom, partially to adjust my hard on to be less obvious; returning to find her fully wrapped up in a big furry blanket I had on the couch.

“I hope you don’t mind. I decided to get more comfortable,” she smiled and said with another wink. “It seems the champagne has started to release a lot of the pent up stress from college. Will you join me under the blanket?”

And with that she opened it up to reveal she’d slipped out of her clothes and was completely naked under my blanket. I paused for a second to drink in the perfectly shaped, natural tits and hard, pink nipples. Without hesitating too long as to have her change her mind, I pulled off my shirt, slipped out of my sweats and revealed the evidence of how much I had been enjoying her beauty.

We cuddled without words; kissing her beautiful lips, neck and working my way down to her breasts. As I sucked gently on her nipples, carefully taking each one in and out of my mouth, I slid my hand down to find her wet, completely shaved pussy had already been excited by her own hand. Placing my hand on hers, we tickled her clit together; bringing it to an enlarged state.

I slid off the couch, spread her legs to reveal her willing pussy and led in with my tongue. Flicking at her clit, sucking on it, and tasting her sweet juices. Kerri kept busy pinching her nipples, a site that would drive even the most seasoned man crazy, and pushing my head further and further into her snatch with the other hand.

“Make me cum baby. Eat me hard and make me cum,” she whispered.

Having been blessed with a long tongue, I stiffened Bayan Escort it up and pushed it deep into her pussy. She seized up, began to shake all over, and exploded all over my face with an orgasm that had been building up for months. Screaming uncomfortably loud, she began laughing with delight as she came; finally falling back into the most relaxed state a person can be.

After a few minutes of kissing her stomach and nipples, she whispered, “that was the most incredible orgasm I have ever had. Now it is your turn.”

And with that, she led me over to my bed. Pushing me gently down on my back, she climbed between my legs and started licking my cock; cupping my balls gently in her hand and stroking me with the other hand as her lips moistened my dick.

“Now that I have this huge thing nice and wet, would you like to fuck me?”, she said.

With that she slid up and impaled her pussy onto my cock. As she fucked up and down, stroking my cock with her pussy lips, our sober brains took over for just long enough to both understand that we hadn’t planned this; leaving us with no condom and she wasn’t on the pill.

“Tell me when you’re about to cum mister, so I can get off of you,” she laughed.

Pushing harder and harder into her, bucking her light body up and down on my shaft, I took breaks to have her lean over and so I could suck on her tits. The sight of her on top of me was right out of the best porn movies I had enjoyed on nights alone. I could feel the burning in my balls building, knowing that I was able to release a sizable load of hot sperm.

“I’m about to cum Kerri…a lot!”

“Leave me a mark,” she said as she leaned over with her hits ready for me to suck a hickey into.

As she sat up from the hickey, my load of hot, gooey cum was able to shoot.

“Get off now, I’m going to cum!”

“Leave me more than just a hickey,” she screamed as she laid down on me, clutching around my back, holding on tight as I blew my unprotected load into her fertile pussy. Once the pumping had started there was no stopping it. My hot cum shot so deep into her pussy it probably wouldn’t even leak out.

As we laid there, both breathless from the experienced, she whispered, “I think we may be seeing a lot more of each other.” And with that we curled up together, unusually calm with the fact that she may very well be pregnant.

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This is a true story which happened to me recently while I was travelling to Pune from Mumbai. It’s a real story so I would like to describe it in deep as it happened, hope you all like it.

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Well I am 27years boy having a stock market business. This incident happened to me recently while I was travelling to Pune from Mumbai by Neeta Volvo. It was around 4 in eve. When I got in bus at vashi, it was almost full and I got a sit at second last row. There a lady was already sitting; I went and sat beside her. As it was Friday I sat quietly and started watching commodity market on my I-Pad. After say around 10-15min the lady besides me (who seems to be observing me) asked me

She: what are you observing so much on that screen?

Me: (Now at this time I saw at her face, smiled and said) I am observing commodity market.

She: What exactly it is?

Me: it’s basically give and take of commodities online, wherein we need to buy at lower price & sell at upper price.

She: Wow that sounds nice, it’s too simple. How much you earn in it

Me: We it’s not easy at all, if market & your predictions our good you can earn 10-15 or even more then that or vise versa.

She: Okay, since how long you’re doing this market thing? And what all you do?

Me: Well I am into this line since 9 years and recently 2years back I started my own business in Vashi.

By the way what do you do?

She: Firstly my name is Sheetal Dixit , and I work in a call center in pune.

Me: Okay nice to know you, and by the way I am Jitesh Shah, but everyone calls me Jitu

Sheetal: ah, nice to know you dear. So why are you travelling to Pune?

ME: Actually I have to meet a client of mine in Aundh, will meet him and go back at night.

Sheetal: I stay in Baner which is close to Aundh,

ME: Why had you been to Mumbai?

Sheetal: (her face got ill sad) I had a date in court, actually I have filled a divorced case against my husband.

ME: Oh sorry to hear that.

Sheetal: it’s okay.

Then there was a Silence for a few minutes. In between I was also paying attention on my screen towards my position. Suddenly I gave a small relief my trade got completed and I got good profit in it.

Sheetal: What happened?

ME: Well I earned around 25000.

Sheetal: wow great, you seem to be master in it.

Me: well no, there is no master in this field, no one can predict 100 accuracy, and in fact it’s too risky business.

Sheetal: yap I know I have heard of few people who have lost lacks of rupees in share market.

Me: yap that’s true, if u play beyond your capacity or be greedy to become crorepati in a day you tend to get into losses.

Sheetal: Great Said.

Me: Escort So do you stay alone in Pune.

Sheetal: No, I stay with my Parents and daughter

Me: oh you also have a daughter?

Sheetal: yap why are you so shocked, I have a 5years daughter.

Me: Well looking at you I never thought you must be a mother of 5yrs daughter. You seem to have maintained yourself a lot.

Sheetal: thanks for the compliment, (Just blushed) then she asked me why didn’t I get married?

Me: well I first wanted to have my own house before getting married. No as I have purchased a flat, maybe by 2018 I will get married.

Sheetal: Sounds nice.

Me: Thanks.

By this time we arrived at Lonavala Food Mall. And our bus was going too halted there for some time.

So we both got down. As I got down I saw her carefully. She was average looking not too fat nor to slim must be around 30years of age with average figure of 34-30-36. She was wearing a blue jeans with black top, her hairs were open. While observing her beauty I went to washroom thinking about her and even she went to ladies washroom. I was thinking of: should I ask her for tea / coffee or some wadapav n all. After coming out I saw she was not yet back, so I just lit my cigarette and waited nearby. After few minutes she came out, saw me smoking cigarette and gave a small smile. I immideatly. Threw my cig and went behind her near food mall counter. But before I could offer her anything she herself asked me would you like to have coffee, I said yes I will take it, what about you what would you like to have, and she said even I will take coffee. So I removed money and gave it at counter. But she said it’s okay I will pay. But I said no its okay, its up to me. Then we took our coffee from counter and came out and stood near our Volvo bus sipping our coffee. While waiting she asked me how often do I smoke. I said I smoke frequently. And then I asked her don’t you like it? She said no nothing like that, actually even I use to smoke in my college days. So I just asked her would you like to do it now. She looked here & there and said okay. I immediately. Lit a cigarette and offered it to her, while having coffee she said it’s been to long she had smoked. Maybe after her honeymoon she is smoking today. I just smiled and said so its reminding you about your honeymoon. She just gave a naughty smile, and we both got into the bus.

After entering the bus I asked her, if you don’t mind can I know why did you apply for the divorce?

Sheetal: well ours was a arranged marriage, n my hubby is around 10years older to me. He is land lord type person and use to treat me like a servant as I was from a middle class family. Initially I ignored his insults and all but even after the baby was born he became more aggressive. Escort Bayan He started shouting and even beating me for small-small things and that too in front of anyone. Also I came to know that while I was pregnant he again started to go to prostitute’s n all.. One day I found him red handed with our maid servant n scolded him, but instead of being silent he started to beat me there in front of maid and asked me to join them and then we had a big quarrel and I left his home and came back to my parents .

Me: sorry to hear that. I seriously hate people who hit their wife. One should never hit any lady for any reason.

Sheetal: hmm, maybe he was not worth the relation. He was just a sex starved person who uses to treat me like a slave.

Me: It’s okay, after every night there has to be a day. Don’t worry everything will be okay.

Sheetal: Hope so, but that’s not easy you know. It’s really tough for me to manage things.

Me: means what, are your parents supporting you?

Sheetal: off course they are, but being a divorced lady people see me in a very different way. Also it gets difficult to manage money as my dad is a retired person, I need to take care of myself and also of my daughter.

Me: hmm, how much you earn right now.

Sheetal: I get approx 23000 in hand.

Me: too Tough to manage.

Sheetal: I know.

Then there was silence for few minutes. And then she said can you help me in anyway

Me: it will be my pleasure helping you, but what can I do for you.

Sheetal: well you earn 20-25000 daily can you help me out with your 1days income.

Me: it’s not that I get 15-20000 daily, sometimes even I m in loss.

Sheetal: But still see if you can help me out with some cash, it will be of great help to me. It will be easy to manage my life.

Me: well I don’t mind paying you, I may think over it, but what’s my benefit in it. We hardly know each other.

Sheetal: ( With a sad face) See I can do something for you in return if you want.

Me: means what exactly?

Sheetal: (In a very low voice) came near to my ears and said we can spend some good time together, and I will give you good pleasure.

Me: Well frankly thanks but I am not used to take paid pleasure, I mean I have never ever done it with anyone else rater then my ex-girlfriend. I am scared of going outside.

Sheetal: Even I am not used to it, I am not a prostitute but you seem to be a good guy, your bachelor and I thought if we could mutually agree to help each other we can have good and healthy relation with no strings attached. I will get my money and also satisfaction. After all staying without partner is difficult.

Me: well I don’t mind I am scared of it. & also I stay in Vashi & you stay in Pune how Bayan Escort can we keep our relationship going on.

Sheetal: See if you want we can mutually decide date and time and meet up.

Me: okay let’s do it. How much will you take for 1 night?

Sheetal: hey please don’t speak like that , I am not a slut. I am in need of money for my daughter’s money and that’s why I want to do it

Me: hey sorry, but I don’t mean to insult you, all I want to know is how much burden will it be on me…

Sheetal: Give whatever you want, I won’t ask anything else then whatever you give me. But you have to make sure you won’t share my name, number with anyone else, & also you will maintain the privacy.

Me: Off course I will, what am I going to get harassing you, and by the way I don’t even have your number yet.

Sheetal: oh yes, take my number but remember don’t call me every now and then, just whatsapp me, I will reply to your message whenever possible.

Me: okay dear don’t worry.

Then we exchanged our numbers meanwhile my stop was about to arrive, so I told her I want to go.

Sheetal: how much time will it take for you to get free?

Me: approx a hour or so.

Sheetal: so what’s your plan after that?

Me: well nothing much, you say what plans you got tonight?

Sheetal: Well nothing much, tomorrow is Saturday so I have a off. If you want we can spend some time together tonight…

Me: well that’s a great idea but I don’t have that much of cash with me right now and also I kept my credit card at my office only as I didn’t had any special plans for tonight.

Sheetal: Don’t worry about that, you can do pay tm on my number.

Me: Well it needs a 3 digit pin to transfer the amount, which I don’t have right now.

Sheetal: Are don’t worry, do it tomorrow, if you want give me the cash next time whenever we meet.

Till then my stop came so she said: wait even I will get down here only.

Me: okay great, after getting down from the bus I said I will pay her the amount after reaching Mumbai.

Sheetal: I said its okay, though money is important for me but your company seems to be more interesting then it. Frankly, after quiet long time I got so opened up with someone, I really want to enjoy it.

Me: Well it will be my pleasure to accompany you. But first let me finish my work, then I am all yours dear.

Sheetal: Great, Can you stay here tonight, if yes then I will tell at home that my work is not complete and advocate wants some signs so I will be waiting in Mumbai at friends house and will come tomorrow.

Me: (as I had sat off) I said yes, I don’t mind staying here as it is I am having off on sat-Sunday.

Sheetal: She just smiled and said okay then you carry on with your work and I will wait for you at CCD or MC-Donald’s, Call me once you get free.

*****

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As well as the cake and cookie work, College and football kept me busy, my academic results were not marvellous but getting better. My running and fitness had improved until I was seen as a valuable member of the squad. I had several highly successful outings with the team. My reputation was growing.

One by product of my new lifestyle was a new self confidence. A sense of well being that was noticed quickly by my peers. I was stoked when one day after a hard game our football coach remarked how I had matured and how that maturity had strengthened my game.

Girls smiled at me and went out of their way to stop and say hi.

After nearly every game or practice some of the most popular cheer squad beauties stopped to talk to me giggling and flirting skittishly.

One evening when the new cheer squad gathered around the jeep looking for a ride home, their middle aged manager trainer, a spunky muscled blonde, invited me to join her jogging sessions.

Things had changed. I was keen to take advantage of every opportunity.

Later I lay on my back on Angelique‘s queen sized bed whilst she inspected what she called my love tool. “My god the women will love it” she cried. “When you learn to use it properly you will make many women very happy.” she explained, as she admired, then licked, sucked and massaged my balls.

Ever since the cookie run started I had tried hard to get Angelique alone, all to no avail. We had finally found an opportunity and made up for lost time.

Now as we lay recovering she finished inspecting my cock and told me “You need lessons” “You must always give a woman what she wants especially if you want her to come back for more” “Stop being so rough” “Be kind and gentle” “Love my pussy, stroke it, lick it tenderly, gently suck and swallow my juices.” “Don’t call it a cunt that’s a rough word.”

“Its true some women like you to talk rough and dirty” but most ladies will respond more to loving gentle words, than rough rude man handling.

They want to believe that they are the best. That you find them special.

“By all means, tell them that you are going to fuck them.” “But do so after your actions and your words; have made them believe that they and they alone have made you horny.” “Make them believe its special, that it’s not just any old port in a storm,” she added with a wink.

She caressed my cock as she went on “Men like to think that they are the only ones who want sex. Women want it too.” “Yes we need it too; we get horny, we frig ourselves. We really like to have a lover who loves us for ourselves, who doesn’t just want a quick poke.”

“The old wham bam thank you mam is bullshit”

“We want to be seduced.” “We want you to last,” “We want lots of foreplay.”

“If you learn to kiss properly, you will fuck us all.” “Your kiss must exude sex, it must stir my juices, make me melt, make me horny, make me want to fuck”

“I will teach you how to kiss a woman so she will Escort melt in your arms” “It is the best skill any man can have.”

Angelique and I spent many hours together as she taught me what she called the art of seductive kissing.

Angelique was the oldest in the cookie, club her body could not compare with the hard pampered manicured suntanned slim bodies of the rich Boy Scout wives. She was big all over.

She had an earthy oily skinned Greek body.

Her big breasts and thighs had just engulfed me in a session that I would never forget. She was the ultimate sex mother.

“Experience counts” she explained.

As I lay sucking on her extra large brown nipples, I asked why she was teaching me things that most young men never had an opportunity to learn from a woman.

“You’re the son I never had” she explained, as we laid and stroked each other.

“You are unique in this community because at your age you appear so innocent.” I started to speak but Angelique went on.

“Don’t try to bullshit me; I know you are not innocent any more.” “I know what you are up to.” “Don’t get caught, remember the woman will be the big looser.”

She waved a finger under my nose “Remember Jennifer really loves you.” “Don’t hurt her!”

“For that matter don’t hurt any of them.”

“Darlene and Jackie are two sex pots,” They must have thought they had struck gold when they found you. They can have your young hard cock day in and day out without getting caught.”

“They would have been quickly caught, divorced and discarded if they tried to get off with any of the local businessmen or the other husbands.” You raise no suspicion because their husbands want you to look after their spoilt wives.”

“The others, and there are many other mums you can have if you put your mind to it, are bored and neglected. If you are discreet you will provide them with a sexual diversion that for a while will make their dull boring life fantastic.”

She gasped as I slipped my finger down from her pussy into here arse. She pushed back up against my hand. Her muscle moved and clamped my finger tight. “I love that” she said, “when I was young, every young Greek boy spent more time trying to finger my backside than my pussy.”

“I love a hot cock in my arse.”

The hairs around her cunt were wild long and bushy. A patch of long hairs grew around her arse. I licked and tongued her fat cunt lips, my tongue running down to her arse, finally lodging in her spacious arsehole.

She shuddered, her body tensed, and then she grew soft as her body completed its climax. .To make a mature woman come from my tongue in her arse, was too much for my prick which exploded, my come finishing up all over the place.

Angelique laughed when I pulled my head away gagging on her hairs. She spent a few minutes giggling and teasing as her cum soaked fingers cleaned the hairs from my mouth tongue and teeth.

Sex with Angelique was frantic Escort Bayan leaving me drained.

After lunch the next day, Ron invited me down to his office to meet a few fathers. I would like you to tell us what you have been doing. Are the women happy? Give us a full report on your activities.

My god the last thing I want to give them is a full report, I thought to myself.

When I arrived they were sitting around having a drink. Five or six young school girls in very short mini skirts and tight tops were serving drinks and savouries.

“We always have a few drinks at the end of the week”. Ron explained. “The girls in the office hire some of their school friends as hostesses to help out; it gives them some pocket money.”

“Friday afternoon down here is very popular, the girls add to the fun as they are easy on the eye”. He added with a wink.

Ron introduced me as the lad who is keeping our wives busy, I answered a few questions, but it was obvious that I was not the major attraction so I declined a drink, saying I was going down to the supermarket to see the manager.

Ron saw me to the door and said “not a word to Jackie about this”. I nearly said about what but I was not that dumb.

At the supermarket I finished my business and met Darlene as I was leaving .After a few public pleasantries she said she was going to the movies and asked me to join her. It was a major cinema complex with many theatres.

To this day I do not know the name of the movie. The theatre Darlene led me into was dark and empty at four o’clock in the afternoon.

She chose seats mid way back away from the aisle. As we reached our seats she neatly stepped out of her panties picked them up and shoved them in her handbag. We sat in the darkness. .She opened my trousers letting my near bursting cock stand free. She leant over kissing me, then stood up lifting her skirt, and took me in hand.

Holding my prick firmly, she rubbed it up and down against her clit. Darlene then positioned it so her warm wet pussy sank down over me. She sat down on my lap. She sat still for a moment, then using her legs she started to bounce up and down.

I pushed up her top and dragged one of her massive tits out of its flimsy brassiere, tweaking and massaging the nipple in my fingers. She started to moan. I moved to put my other hand over her mouth. She sucked my fingers and bit down on them.

She rode me up and down; my balls were squashed against the seat, our juices were spilling out. We were starting to make more noise grunting and groaning as the seat started to squeak. Thank god the cinema was nearly empty,

It was a wild ride. We were panting struggling moaning and groaning. Darlene was getting extremely noisy. I put both hands over her mouth cutting off some of her moans.

I looked around and whilst we had been fucking someone had moved into a seat across the aisle. It was a woman she was watching us. I looked again; Bayan Escort she was clearly playing with herself.

Darlene was riding me hard, gathering pace bouncing up and down. My excitement rose, I tried to hold back but to no avail. I came and she joined me. Her orgasms shuddered through her body. We gradually grew quiet, relaxing and enjoying the last draining of our spent muscles.

Our stranger had gone. She has probably gone to finish herself off in the toilet, I thought as I looked around.

I pushed Darlene off my lap. Without a word I led her to the other side of the near empty theatre, well away from where we had been sitting.

As she sat down I knelt lifted her skirt and lapped our juices from her wet hairy cunt. I was jammed between the seats. A hair stuck in my throat and I started to gag. She put her sweet tasting cum covered fingers in my mouth to find the hair.

Her top was still up over her magnificent boobs my trousers were still undone and her other hand was fondling me.

I straightened our clothing and spoke for the first time since we entered the theatre. I told her about our watcher who had returned and was in her old spot many rows in front of us.

Darlene said “don’t worry.” Remembering Angelique’s warning I said “we must be careful,” “Forget her she wouldn’t have seen much” “she won’t know who we are.” I persisted,” We can’t get caught.”

Darlene started to protest I grabbed her head with an ear in each hand, looked her directly in the eye and whispered

“Listen to me bugger you, I would be proud if all the men in this city knew I was fucking you. I would shout it from the roof tops, You’re fucking magnificent”

I went on. “If we become a public item, we would be finished your family and friends would not understand. The scandal would destroy you and finish us.” “We must protect your good name; you have a reputation to uphold”

She realised I was serious and kissed me warmly, “Are you worried about me?” She asked

“Yes, of course I am” “I don’t want you to get hurt” I replied

She joyously hugged me and kissed me hard.

“That’s beautiful you really are something special.”

Her eyes glistened with tears “I thought I was just a quick fuck.”

She was right she had really only been a readily available fuck, but somehow after Angelique’s talk, and the marvellous sexual treats she had given me, she was special.

I didn’t think of her as a quick fuck anymore

What a change a few words had made. We had only spoken very few words at our first encounter and only a few more today. From pure lust and hard driven sex we had melted until we were holding hands and cuddling like two lovers.

We left the theatre and went to her car. As we said goodbye I was still trying to remove her hair from my mouth and throat .She could not do anything as the car park was full of people some of whom we knew .But as she drove off she said

“We will have to do something about those hairs”. “Don’t worry I protested” Darlene responded” I have thought many times about shaving, but they say it gets itchy”, “You’re very special; I will do it for you”. “Come on out to my place, you can shave me”

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Billy was a hard working country boy that had gone to the university to chase a dream. Like most college grads he wound up in a grunt job in a strange town, which in itself wasn’t all that bad but he was also very shy and didn’t make friends too easily. Especially female friends. Billy had always found it hard to talk to girls, and though was a handsome young man didn’t date very much in high school or college. To be sure, he was still very much a virgin. In fact, he’d never really gotten to second base very often and it was always brief and in the dark when he had. His upbringing had instilled a very slow, painfully slow, approach to those matters.

Billy was living in a rental unit, one side of a duplex, with a more mature couple in the other side. They had separate driveways and entrances but shared a common back yard that was surrounded by a six foot tall privacy fence. All the houses adjacent were single story houses so there were only rooftops and sky visible beyond the fence. It made for a nice private area, if you were so inclined, but Billy rarely went out back at all. He worked long hours, convinced that his efforts would afford him advanced opportunities for advancement.

The couple next door were almost Billy’s parents age, though they didn’t act anything like his parents. They were very social, very friendly and outgoing, and looked much younger. The man, Jack, worked a good bit also and was frequently gone overnight on business trips. Sue was more talkative than Jack and only worked part time. She accompanied Jack on most of his out of town trips. They were both in good shape, Billy thought, for their age.

It was the beginning of autumn and the fresh air outdoors was much better than the conditioned air inside, so one Friday night Billy decided to cook a burger out on the old grill that the prior tenant had left out back. There was a bag of charcoal there as well but even with copious amounts of lighter fluid and paper he couldn’t seem to coax the charcoal to fire up. Just as he was about to give up completely Jack came from his unit and took notice.

“Hey, Billy, got problems?”

“Yes, sir. I can’t get this old charcoal to light. I think I’ll just give up for the night.”

“Well, I’m about to grill up some burgers and hot dogs for supper. C’mon and throw yours on here.” Jack had one of those nice, new shiny gas fired grills and it was huge.

“Thank you, sir.” Billy was always taught to address his elders and everyone else for that matter in a respectful way. About the time Jack had the grill fired up and the meat laid on the grates Sue came from the house with two beers in her hands.

“Oh, Billy, I didn’t know you were out here too or I’d have brought you a beer. Here, take mine and I’ll get another.” Before he could even refuse Sue had shoved the long neck bottle into Billy’s hand and had turned to fetch another from the kitchen. Billy wanted to protest, not wanting to take her beer, but the sight of Sue’s ass in the skin tight shorts as she went up the three steps to the door stopped him cold. The shorts were so short that the bottom of her ass cheeks were peeking out from the bottom, and those ass cheeks were smooth and firm looking. Billy was instantly getting a woody and realizing it he turned and stood to the side of the grill to hide himself. It didn’t get any easier when he raised the bottle to his lips and caught a whiff of the lipstick that Sue was wearing. Apparently she’d already taken a sip and the thought of him kissing the same bottle lips that had just touched her lips added to his arousal.

This was wrong. She was too old, and besides, her husband Jack was standing right there. He knew he had to get this out of his head, but the image of her ass wouldn’t leave his head. Just then Billy realized that Jack was talking to him, bringing him back to reality abruptly. He was saved when Sue came back out, interrupting whatever it was that Jack was talking about.

“I brought you Escort guys some peanuts to snack on while the food’s cooking. And Billy, there’s plenty more cold beer in the fridge so don’t be shy. This is a real treat. We never get to together.” She had a huge grin on her face and was downing her beer faster than Billy had ever gotten one down, and Billy was almost in a trance looking at her.

“Thank you, ma’am. I don’t want to be a bother though. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“What intrusion? This is great, isn’t it Jack?” Jack echoed what Sue was saying, urging Billy to enjoy himself and to help them celebrate. “That’s right, we’re celebrating the end of the week and to having good friends. Cheers!” Sue was definitely the life of the party. Jack was nice, but quiet and almost invisible. Sue was a hoot, though, and kept Billy laughing the whole time. When she went back to the kitchen for another round of beers Billy couldn’t resist staring at her ass.

“She’s got a nice ass, doesn’t she?” Billy’s face grew intensely red and heated from being caught staring at Sue’s ass. Though he turned away and offered the only response he could muster.

“Huh? Oh, excuse me?” He was caught though but the smile on Jack’s face eased the tension.

“Don’t worry, you aren’t the only one that’s eyed her ass over the years, or that still do for that matter. And it’s as nice and firm as it looks.” Billy couldn’t believe his ears. He’d rarely ever heard any guy talk about his girl that way, much less a man about his wife, especially there practically in her presence.

When Sue came back out from the house she had three beers and gave one to Jack first before stepping over to Billy. As lovely as her face was, with the sparkling blue eyes and fair skin, Billy was drawn and focused on the swaying of her ample breasts behind the loose, partially unbuttoned blouse. A sight like that Billy would have noticed before, definitely, but the cause or reason for this change escaped his significantly reduced ability to think clearly. The arousal in his cargo shorts was immediate, his eyes riveted to the front of her shirt as she moved towards him.

Instead of merely handing the beer to Billy, Sue moved right up to him, so close that his nostrils filled with her scent, the warmth of her body felt by his, and his eyes staring practically straight down to the cleft between her breasts. Her nipples had hardened and were only a wisp from touching against his chest when she turned her head up and looked him straight into his eyes.

“This is for you, Billy.” Billy really didn’t know what she meant, for these were games he’d never been in before, with players well beyond his level of experience. His upbringing told him she meant the beer. His lust told him she meant her body, or at least the view she was giving him down her shirt. And what a view it was. Billy had never seen breasts up close, in person, in the light, and these were magnificent. Not too large, smooth skinned and creamy looking. He couldn’t see any nipple but could see down between the two mounds to the flat tummy below. His undershorts were a painful restriction to his erection now.

As Sue backed away and turned towards the kitchen Jack announced that the food was ready and closing the top on the grill.

Jack had the platter of food in one hand and patted Billy on the shoulder with the other, saying “C’mon in and eat with us, Billy.” His smile seemed unreal to Billy, after what Sue had shown him just moments before. Did Jack somehow miss that? Billy’s mind was a mixture of confusion and conflict, but he was also super horny and tired of masturbating to internet porn. The notion of seeing a real boob and a fine ass was too way too desirable for him to refuse their hospitality, so Billy smiled and followed Jack into the kitchen.

The meal was full of laughs, mostly from jokes supplied by Jack which seemed to grow more and more risqué as the meal progressed. It was a small table Escort Bayan with Jack and Sue opposite each other and Billy to the side. Sue was laughing harder than anyone most of the time and her knee came to rest against Billy’s, and stayed there. After setting another round of beers on the table Sue sat back down and her hand came to rest against Billy’s. Out of instinct and reaction Billy moved his hand slightly, but within moments Sue had slid her hand over further to touch him. Jack was carrying on with the conversation as if nothing were askew at all, which caused Billy some confusion. He’d read about stuff like this but he really didn’t think it was real world stuff, and certainly not from the McKee’s and definitely not involving a guy like himself. After all, even in his fantasies he knew he’d never be so lucky.

Jack broke Billy’s focus on Sue when he asked, “Billy, you ever watch porn?” Red faced again Billy was stumbling for words. He didn’t want to sound like a pervert, and didn’t want to sound like a prude either.

“Yes, sir, I see some from time to time.”

“Good. Sue, I think it’s movie time, don’t you?” A huge grin broke across Sue’s face and she just giggled as she slid her chair back and grabbed Billy’s hand. “You get the TV going and I’ll bring more beers.”

Sue led Billy into their den, a very comfortable room with a large leather sofa, a deep leather arm chair, and a huge flat screen TV on the opposite wall. Sue turned on a just enough light to see around the room then switched on the big TV. She opened a cabinet and pulled a DVD from a vast selection and inserted it into the player. “I think you’ll like this one, Billy. You may even see someone you know!”

Fat chance of that, he thought. Most of Billy’s porn watching was internet and he preferred the webcam variety. About that time Jack had handed him yet another beer, well over his quota for a whole weekend much less one night, and he turned back to the screen as Jack settled into the big arm chair. Sue was sitting on one end of the sofa so Billy took the opposite end, as close to the arm as he could. When he focused on the screen he at first thought the image might be a live cam, for the scene seemed to be panning around the same room they were sitting in and there on the sofa was Sue, just as she was sitting tonight. But then he noticed she was wearing a different shirt. Home movies? No way.

“See anyone you recognize?” Sue was looking at Billy now and he knew it. Again a bit flushed, he had to respond.

“Well, that looks like you and that looks like this room. Right?” He thought that maybe they were going to drag him through some home movie before putting on the porn, and to tell the truth he was so horny now that he wasn’t sure if he could sit there through any real porn in mixed company. That was just something he’d never done or thought real ladies ever did either.

A big grin grew across Sue’s face as she began to sit up on the sofa. Billy had noticed that on the TV Sue was now sitting up and unbuttoning her shirt. He turned to look at the real woman and his heart started pounding hard and fast when he saw her unbuttoning her shirt. As the shirt opened and her breasts became more visible Billy was unconscientiously leaning towards her. As Sue lifted the sides of the blouse up and off her shoulders, baring her breasts fully to Billy, he was fixated on her chest, speechless. He leaned closer and closer, not wanting to take his eyes from the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen in his life, which in reality were the only nude breasts he’d ever seen in full light and in person.

“Go ahead, Billy, enjoy yourself. That’s what they’re for.” Billy barely heard Jack’s words and couldn’t tear himself from the view in front of him. “Don’t be shy now, Billy. Go ahead, touch them.”

Sue reached out and took Billy’s hand, pulling it to her left breast. The feel almost shocked Billy, it was so warm, so soft, and the nipple Bayan Escort so large and hard. The only breasts he’d felt before were of girls his age, much smaller and firm, and not nearly as large as these beauties. Sue moved closer to him, put her other hand around his neck and pulled his face towards her other waiting breast.

Billy kissed the hard nipple lightly, then ran his tongue around the nipple, feeling the little bumps of the areola as the nipple puckered even harder. He wanted to take the whole boob into his mouth, but it was far beyond that in size and he contented himself to suckling her breast, pulling on the nipple with his lips and circling the nipple with his tongue. All the while his hand was still massaging the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers like he’d seen done on the porn he’d seen so many times at night on the internet. By now Billy was well beyond any prior experience he’d had and was trying to remember what he’d seen done online. He also had no awareness of Jack at all.

Sue stood up and faced Billy as he sat on the sofa, her nipples at just the right height for him to ogle and suckle. Sue unbuttoned the short jean shorts she was wearing and pushed them down over her hips, then took Billy’s hands and put them on her hips. Using his hands she guided the shorts down until they dropped to the floor. Billy’s hands were now fully about her ample and soft hips, and he began to grope her ass softly. Sue pulled on Billy, coaxing him to stand and face her, but then she turned him around so that she was able to sit on the sofa with his crotch at her face level. It was then that Billy felt a rush of heat to his head.

Jack was sitting there in his chair looking dead at Billy, as calm as if nothing were going on at all. A mix of emotions flew threw Billy’s mind, everything from embarrassment for being seen in these actions, to shame, to fear that Jack might get angry and beat the pulp out of him. Whatever erection Billy had an instant ago was long gone now. For the moment he’d lost all cognizance of Sue, that is until the tugging on his shorts brought his focus back to the game at hand.

Jack realized that Billy was plowing new ground, that he was innocent in these roles and had likely never even been this far with a female before. “Billy, relax and enjoy the pleasures. Sue is very good at pleasing a man.” The only thought that Billy had at that moment was ‘are you crazy?’ He couldn’t believe any man could sit by and watch another man have sex with such a beautiful woman, his wife of all things. But the sensation of his shorts sliding down his thighs snapped his mind back to the world in front of him.

Sue had dropped Billy’s sorts down to his ankles and was intently eying the bulge in his shorts. As her fingers hooked the waistband of his shorts and began teasingly pulling them down Billy thought he might lose his load right then and there. The sight looking down at Sue, her ample boobs swaying gently as she moved and her face merely inches from his dick was a sight that he’d never experienced and was fighting to control the building orgasm within his groin.

When Sue had freed his dick and taken grasp of it in her hand, Billy could barely breathe. When the warmth of her lips passed over the head of his dick and the moist warmth began sliding down the length of his rigid shaft, it was over. Try as he could to control and delay the inevitable, the forces had built to an irresistible level, exploding in a tremendous release of energy and cum as Sue held him deep in her mouth. Moving slowly in and out Sue managed to drain every drop of cum from his dick, and indeed felt to Billy as if she were siphoning every seed he had directly from his balls through the super sensitive head of his cock. The shock of the excitement was too much for him to maintain and he had to pull from her fellatio.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“Hush, sweet boy. You’re just fine. Now, let’s go to the bedroom and see what we can get into back there.” And Sue stood, pressed her breasts to Billy’s chest, and kissed him on the lips with a taste he’d never tasted before. She smiled, took him by the hand and started towards the bedroom.

…..to be continued.

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Author’s Note: Your feedback is important to me. I cannot improve as a writer if you are not willing to give constructive feedback. This story is very different from my other submissions. I hope you enjoy!

She was sitting on the porch swing drinking her morning tea. It was a beautiful morning in May of her seventieth year. May was always her favorite month. The sun was warm, but there was still a slight chill in the morning air. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the heat of the sun on her face.

She could hear the din of the riding lawn mower in the back yard. Her husband of fifty years was mowing the lawn for the first time this year. The sweet smell of fresh cut grass began to fill the air.

She opened her eyes as her man, sitting high on the riding mower, rounded the corner and passed by. His attention was focused solely on the task at hand. If had noticed her sitting there in her nightgown and housecoat, he didn’t acknowledge her presence. A few moments later, he turned the corner and once again disappeared.

Once again she closed her eyes. She pulled the nightgown and housecoat up, exposing her legs to the sun. A slight push of her foot propelled the swing backward. When the swing moved forward, a light breeze entered the open nightgown and brushed her naked crotch. The cool air on her sex startled her at first, but it also felt strangely wonderful.

A few minutes passed and once again her man rode past her. She opened her eyes, hoping that he would see her there exposing her lower half to him. He glanced in her direction, but just as quickly looked ahead.

Twenty years ago he would have slowed or stopped the mower and made a gesture for her to expose herself to him, but not for many years had he done that. She remembered how she rarely complied with such requests and when she did, she displayed annoyance. Today she would have been thrilled for the attention and she could not understand why she had reacted so Escort in the past. Did he not find her appealing any more? Or had her reaction over the years stop him from asking.

Each forward movement of the swing pushed more chilled air between her thighs. She pulled her clothing higher, exposing more of herself to wonderful feeling, pretending it was his breath. Feelings she believed long dead slowly began to build. Could it be she was actually getting aroused? Twice more he rode past. He never looked in her direction.

Disappointed, she got up from the swing and went into the house. As she walked, she felt lithe in her stride. Entering her bedroom, she was drawn to the bottom drawer of her dresser. She pulled open the drawer, pushed some sweaters aside and removed an old shoebox.

Looking at the contents of the box, she remembered how she had protested whenever he pulled out the camera during one of their love making sessions. He had convinced her that someday she would be glad to have the reminders of their passions. “Someday” had come.

One by one she looked at the old Polaroids. Each documented a time of their life when passion ran wild. Their sex life had been wonderful, passionate and, at times, down right kinky up until ten or fifteen years ago. Though she could barely remember what she had eaten for lunch yesterday, she could clearly remember the time each photo had been taken.

The old photos heightened the feelings that the swing had awakened. But some weren’t that old.

She came across one she had taken on his fiftieth birthday. He was tied, gagged and had a vibrator stuck in his anus. She remembered how much he enjoyed being tied up and “plugged in”. The picture put a smile on her face. Yes, their love life had been quite active and varied. She tried to think back to when it had ended. It didn’t end suddenly, but had tailed off over a couple of years. “Why?”, she asked herself.

She knew Escort Bayan the answer. No matter how many times he had told her how beautiful and sexy she was, she didn’t think so. She looked at the woman in the photos and then looked into the mirror. It was hard to believe they were once both one and the same. She also remembered that she had always been unsatisfied with her body. When he had taken the pictures, she said she was fat. But she had never been fat and he had always told how beautiful she looked. In the foolishness of her youth, she failed to listen to him. Since she no longer considered herself as “sexy”, she couldn’t believe he could see her that way (despite his words). She began shutting herself down.

She looked at herself again in the mirror. If she could go back in time, she would feel different about herself. The thought changed her perception of the way she saw herself now. She would not make the mistake again. How silly she had been to allow such feelings to limit her then. He would have filled a truck with pictures and videos of her and him- had she let him. How many more momentos of their bliss would there be here today, invoking more pleasant memories?

Also, arthritis had, at times, made coitus painful and she had begun losing her natural lubricants. It also took longer for him to achieve enough arousal to penetrate her. Somewhere along the way they had, without discussion, decided it was no longer worth trying. They had relinquished their sex life to only memories and a few snapshots in a shoebox.

The last time he crawled into bed with her and tried to play, she quickly rebuffed him. That was when- six or seven years ago?

Picking up another photo, she studied it. It was of her giving him a blow job- an act she didn’t perform very often, but when she did, it was most pleasurable for both. The next photo she looked at, she had taken. All it showed was the upper half of his face and her Bayan Escort abdomen. His eyes were looking adoringly into the camera while his mouth was firmly pressed against her crotch and his tongue was tickling her most sensitive place. She remembered how much he enjoyed licking and sucking her sex, while his fingers probed the inner depths of her vagina and anus. For him, performing oral sex on her was a labor of love. Her memories had reminded her how good he was performing it. It often took a long time for her to achieve orgasm, but he didn’t care- as long as, in the end, she attained the goal. The images were invoking powerful and beautiful memories.

Without realizing it, she had moved one of her hands between her legs and was gently caressing the little spot on the top of her vagina. Her nipples grew hard. Though dry at first, she soon felt moisture oozing from her inner well. That feeling of pleasure, she once so enjoyed, was still there!

At the very bottom of the box, she found the videotape. She had become furious when she discovered he had taped one of their most lurid sessions. She had demanded that he destroy it (and he promised he had), but there it was. She picked up the tape- now suddenly joyous he hadn’t put it on a fire.

She went into the living room, and slipped the video into the VCR. She thought for a moment before turning on the machine. No, she couldn’t watch this alone. Maybe they had been wrong to let it go away without a fight. Yes, the arthritis was still there and yes, it might take more time. The greatest irony was that now, they had plenty of time, but time was running out. And there was always Tylenol and KY Jelly.

She heard the lawn mower coming back around to the front of the house. Maybe he had it in him to love her one more time. This time she would make certain that he noticed her on the porch. She slid the housecoat off her shoulders, allowed it to puddle on the floor, and then she pulled the nightgown over her head. With a newfound sense of beauty and youth, she headed for the door. She couldn’t turn back the hands of time, but she could use up the time left on the clock.

Do they still make film for that old camera?

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I was nervous as I came to Mr. Green’s room. Yesterday came flooding back to me. The deal that he made me, the power that he yielded, the size of his cock. My pussy started to ache just thinking about his lips sucking my juice yesterday. I wanted to turn and walk away and just accept the failing grade but my body wouldn’t let me.

I opened the door and walked in. I stood there in front of his desk and waited. “Miss Jackson did you not learn anything yesterday? Are you not forgetting something?” I stood there confused for a moment before I realized I had not locked the door. I turned and locked it saying “I am sorry Mr. Green. It wont happen again.”

Mr. Green stood up and walked toward me. He smirked as he ran his eyes up and down my body. “Well Miss Jackson I accept you apology but I still think you need to be punished. After all teens are not very reliable about learning from mistakes without being punished. I think I know just the thing. But first I did promise you yesterday that I would be the one to take your virginity. Yesterday I taught you how to suck my cock but today there are some other holes that need to be taken care of. Miss Jackson I suggest that you take your clothes off unless you want them ruined.”

With that Mr. Green took off his clothes and came Escort over pushing me against the wall. I froze. I was so scared as I realized that he intended to not only fuck my pussy but my ass as well. “Well I gave you the choice Mss Jackson.” I was confused for a moment as he began to tear my shirt down the front. “I guess you must not care about going home looking like you had been raped.”

He began to suck my tits much as he did yesterday. Swirling his tongue around the nipples until they became hard. As he sucked on my tits his hands worked their way down past my hips as my skirt slid to the ground. Mr. Green smiled as he realized I was not wearing any panties. “Wow I guess you really are a slut. No panties and your pussy juice is already leaking down your legs. You want something from me don’t you?” he asked with a smile.

“Please Mr. Green” I begged.

“Please what Miss Jackson? Tell me what you want.”

“Please use your tongue to…” I paused embarrassed to say what I wanted him to do.

“Use my tongue to suck your pussy? Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue? Should I lick your pussy juices as you orgasm on my face?” Mr. Green asked smiling as he held his face inches from my pussy.

“Yes please” I cried.

“Well then Miss Jackson Escort Bayan you need to tell me what you want.”

My face turned red and I squirmed trying to release some of the ache from my pussy. “Please Mr. Green fuck my cunt with your tongue. Lick my virgin pussy and make me squirt my pussy juice all over your face.”

Mr. Green slid his tongue along the edge of my pussy making me want to scream for more. He took his hands and began to rub my ass. He then plunged a finger into my asshole as he began to fuck my pussy with his tongue. My body felt as if it were on fire as he sucked and licked my cunt, lapping up my juices as I creamed all over his face. He began to work more fingers into my asshole. I begged for him to stop. “Please Mr. Green it hurts to much” I cried.

He pulled his fingers out and I sighed with relief. Mr. Green laughed “I would not relax too much just yet Miss Jackson as he turned me over and pressed me over a desk. I began to beg and plead with him telling him that there was no way his cock would fit there. Mr. Green just pulled on my tits and told me to relax because it was going to happen. “The more you relax the more enjoyable it will feel. So relax and enjoy the ride…I know I will.” Mr. Green placed the tip of his cock up by the Bayan Escort entrance to my ass and without warning shoved his cock inside until his balls were hitting my ass. I screamed in pain. I felt him pull out only to have his cock slam inside my ass again. In and out without slowing down. He rode my ass like he was a kid on a pogo stick. But he was right eventually it began to feel good, I began to finger my pussy. Sliding my fingers in and out, matching Mr. Green’s rhythm as he fucked my ass. Mr., Green began to moan and pull my hair as he shouted “I’m cumming! I am gonna shoot my cum inside your dirty little ass you slut!” Suddenly I could feel his cock quiver inside as he shot his cum in my ass.

“Turn around slut and clean me off.” Mr. Green demanded. I turned around and knelt on my knees. I sucked the length of his cock and his balls. I licked him dry swallowing every bit of his cum I could find.

“Well Miss Jackson that was two holes devirginized. Come back tomorrow and I will drill that virgin pussy of yours.”

My pussy dripped all the way home as I walked through town trying to hold my torn shirt together. When I got home I yelled into the kitchen to let my mother know I was home as I headed upstairs to shower. “How was school honey? Your late again today.”

“School was ok Mom. By the way I will be late every day now because I ended up volunteering to help Mr. Green after school.”

There was no way I was going to tell my mother I was serving dent ion or serving Mr. Green.

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