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Getting Old Ladies Swearing

Q: How do you make four old ladies say “FUCK!”?
A: Get a fifth one to yell “BINGO!”

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Marching Band (Part 7)

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Adoring Elizabeth III: Two O’Clock

Elizabeth and I talked on the phone every night for the next four days. I wondered from time to time what her parents thought of us talking, especially with her mom believing that Elizabeth was after my affections, but every time I asked Elizabeth if they suspected anything, she simply laughed and said that they just thought it was nice that she was “coming out of her shell.”
We hadn’t seen each other face-to-face since she had gone down on me at the school near church. I couldn’t come over too often lest her parents become even more suspicious, and Elizabeth wasn’t actually allowed to date yet because she wasn’t sixteen years old, so there was no hope of picking her up and going somewhere with her.
The conversations over the phone were always fun and enjoyable, and we had to watch what we said because there was always a chance her parents were listening in from another phone. She thought I was funny, and I found her fascinatingly creative. If it wouldn’t have drawn too much attention, I would have been able to talk to her for hours every day.
On Thursday night Elizabeth called me and I answered it. She was being very quiet, virtually whispering and talking very fast.
“Hey, can you meet me tonight?” she asked me.
“Um, sure,” I said. “Why, what’s going on?”
“I just want to see you, so I’m going to sneak out and we can hang out all night.”
My eyes went wide at the simplicity of the plan. Smiling, I said, “When and where?”
She thought for a moment and said, “One o’clock next to the shed at the Randalls’.”
I knew the place. The Randalls were an older family that lived about a block away from Elizabeth. “I’ll be there,” I told her. “Wear something cute.” She hung up the phone then and I put it away. Walking up to my room, I smiled to myself. I didn’t know if she heard me, but it didn’t really matter. Today I had been plannong on jacking off, the tension was just becoming too much. Now, I hoped that she would take care of it for me. The anticipation of placing my hands on her precious breasts, even fingering her wonderful pussy again had me so excited. It was only seven o’clock, and the time snailed by.
I got to the Randalls’ early, and by “early” I mean at midnight. I didn’t have anything else to do, and if I didn’t occupy my mind somehow I was going to jerk myself, and I really wanted to save it.
As I pulled up, I noticed a figure sitting cross-legged behind the shed, reading a book under the light produced by the streetlight. I felt my heart soften at the sight. She was so adorable, and I thought it was so cute that she was such a ridiculously bad hider. She seemed to notice my car pulling up, though, and stood up, tentatively making sure it was me.
She had her backpack on, with a little dark blue hoodie, a baby-pink shirt that hugged her form, and a dark green, pleated skirt that left her knees exposed. She was also wearing knee-high socks and walking shoes. It wouldn’t have taken much, but this caused my penis to start to come to attention, so I opened the door and walked out to open her door. She got in, and I quickly yet casually pulled away. Once we were out of the neighborhood, it felt like we both finally started breathing, and she giggled delightedly.
“This is so much fun!” she exclaimed.
I nodded and smiled at her. “I’ve been waiting days for you. I feel like my penis is about to explode.”
She laughed at that and I continued driving. We went to the church, where we knew nobody would be in the middle of the night. In fact, once I had found out that we would be meeting at the church building, I visited earlier and secretly unlocked one of the windows. There was no alarm system there, at least in this room. I knew this because I had once sneaked in to use the computer there.
She was very happy that I had made such arrangements, and grabbed her backpack as I opened the door for her. I went through the window first, then took her backpack and helped her into the room. Once she was in, I kissed her straight on the mouth in the dark. She kissed me back, and soon my hands were fumbling with the bottom of her shirt, sliding up and finding her bra-clad breasts. Like a veteran, she didn’t even pause the kiss as I started playing with her amazing breasts. They were so soft, so springy and perky, and her nipples were diamond hard. I squeezed both breasts rather hard, and felt her breathe in suddenly.
“Does that hurt?” I asked.
She paused, swallowed, and said, “No, it’s fine. I just would prefer not to have my bra on if you’re going to play with them so roughly.”
“Lift up your arms, then, Cutie,” I said.
I heard her lift her arms up and then grabbed her hoodie and pulled it easily off. Then, I grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. Finally, I felt her bra to try and figure out if it was a front-close or a back-close. It was a back-close. I didn’t have any difficulty figuring out the clasp and soon lifted her open bra from her torso. I hugged her close. She was so warm, and her skin was so smooth. I brought my hands to the front and mauled her breasts in my hands, jiggling them and pinching her nipples. I even broke the kiss and lowered my lips down to one of them, sticking the nipple in my mouth, and sucking on it while I squeezed it as though trying to suck the whole thing into my mouth. It wasn’t far off, as she wasn’t incredibly big-breasted. She merely played with my hair as I feasted on her mammaries, moving from one nipple to the other, then back again. She let out a sigh of pleasure and I decided it was time to move this production on another step. Plus, I was feeling like my cock was going to explode.
I took off my pants and boxers and then lifted off my shirt. I felt her hands come to my chest and she kissed me on the chin, then adjusted to kiss my lips. She moaned with pleasure and warmth as I continued to fondle her breasts with my hands, jiggling them, pinching the nipples, handling them as she had ever only allowed me to do.
I finally lowered my hands to her skirt and lifted it up so I could slide my hands underneath. I slid her panties off and then started fingering her pussy with my right hand as I returned the other to her right breast with my left hand. I felt her hand lower down to take my hard rod and she started rubbing it.
Breaking our kiss, I said, “Let me lie down and you get on top of me, okay?”
“Okay,” she said, softly, and I took her hand as I lied down and she lied right on top of me, her pussy inches away from my ready cock. I fondled her breasts as she grabbed my penis and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina. Like an experienced lover, she slid herself on it, and raised herself up and down on it to force it to penetrate her inch by inch until it was all the way in. As I continued to squeeze her tits, she did the rest of the work, raising and lowering herself at such a pace that I knew I wouldn’t last very long.
“I’m going to cum inside you soon,” I managed to say. “If you want to go first, you better hurry.” To help her, I focused my attention on her nipples, tweaking them and rubbing them. That got moans from her.
I held back as long as I could, which was just enough as I felt her vaginal walls squeeze, snap, and pull on my ready cock. I unloaded, humping over and over again until it was all inside her. She lowered herself to lie directly on top of me. I could feel her heart beating through her chest. I put my arms around her to hold her close, her head resting on my chest.
“I love you,” I heard her say, softly. She sounded very tired.
“I love you to,” I said. I stroked her hair, lingering slightly on the back of her neck.
After several minutes, I felt her fall asleep on top of me. Idly, I noticed my penis, though softer, was still inside her. The thought of this made me hard again, so I started humping. She didn’t wake, so I kept going, hump after hump, getting harder as I went. Reaching down, I lightly fingered her hiney, and felt another ejaculation coming on. While she yet slept, I came into her again. I was glad I got to again, because I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to see her again.
I pulled myself out when I was finished and woke her up. “We should get you home,” I told her. She nodded and we helped each other dress. When we got a block away from her house, I kissed her. “Goodnight,” I said to her. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said, then went to her house.
As I drove home, I realized her backpack was still in my car, where her feet would have been.

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My Sweet Little Marie III (corrected)

“Oh fuck, baby. Keep going, keep going! Don’t stop, don’t stop! I’m about to cum!” she screamed out to him. She started cumming with his cock still pounding her ass.

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Under My Thumb

A husband returns early from work to find his wife, a woman that he loves with all his heart and soul in bed with her college professor lover. Enraged almost beyond reason, he takes matters into his own hands.

it’s impossible to forget your first orgasm..

I’m Sophia. A young, but mature, 21 year old, with long brown hair, perky breasts and a bubbly ass that can get any guy to stop and stare, no matter what age.
It started as a typical Friday night for me and my friends. As usual, we would pregame, go to a party and see where the night takes us. However, this Friday night turned into one of the best Friday nights, and one of the few Friday nights that I would actually remember.
The girls and I started the night at my house. We tried on all different outfits to see which ones looked the best. In our case, whichever made our boobs look the biggest & best, & whatever made us look the most slutty..anything to get a guys attention. I settled for a skin tight dress that made my ass look perfectly round and my boobs pop right out of the top, almost exposing my nipple. The dress fit just below my ass, to show off my long, lean and muscular legs and the stilettos added attraction.
We left my house to go to Josh’s house where the party was. Most people would call Josh and I to be a couple, me..I would say we were just friends…with incredible[i][/i] benefits. We made our late entrance in order to cause much attention. As we walked in we were automatically swarmed with guys, however we made our way to the dance floor where we all unintentionally split up.
Josh spotted me and came over to me with a Captain and Coke, my favorite drink, which he already had mixed for me. We started dancing in the living room, my ass grinding up on his dick. I would drop to the floor and slowly rub my ass over his dick on my way back up, to get him aroused. I was getting really into dancing and as I turned around, we started making out. My tongue was swirling around in his mouth, but I just couldn’t seem to get enough. I wanted more of him..
He gently bit my lip and I was immediately aroused. He grabbed my arm and took me upstairs. We went into the master bedroom where we slammed the door behind us, I kicked off my stilettos as we started making out some more. We continued making out as we walked into the bathroom. He started kissing my neck and nibbling behind my ear, I was slowly getting wet and more turned on. We kept making out as we started undressing each other. First came off my dress, and I was standing there in my thong and bra, while taking off Josh’s shirt and jeans. He stood there in his boxers as I stood against the counter and let him kiss all the way down my body, while I fingered myself. He then took off my bra and started rubbing my tits and sucking on my nipple. He was soon bored with just rubbing my tits as he started rubbing his fingers around my pussy so smoothly but enough to make me want more.
He ripped my thong off and started kissing around the inside of my legs so sweetly and then moved to my vagina. He started kissing the outside and then licking my clit. I was so aroused and turned on, I did not want him to stop. His tongue so soft and warm on my pussy gave me a sensation that made me start panting and my eyes started to close. He then started teasing me by fingering my wet pussy. He started with one finger and would slowly insert and exert his finger. He then moved to two fingers and slowly repeated the sensation to me. All I could seem to mumble at the time was “uhhhh give me more baby” ..I just wanted to feel the pressure of his thick cock in my vagina.
I hopped off the counter so start playing with Josh’s balls. I was rubbing his hard dick up and down and playing with his balls. I then squatted down to give him a blow job. I was sucking his cock so hard and moving my head up and down his shaft so fast. I looked up to make eye contact with him as he played with my hair. After only a few minutes, Josh let out a huge load of cum in my mouth. I happily swallowed it all and got up to kiss him.
I was getting sick of the teasing, and was ready for the sex. I pulled Josh over to me as I sat on the counter. He started rubbing his cock over my vagina, but he knew I was getting impatient. He stuck his big fat cock into my vagina. He slowly started rocking his hips back and forth, but then picked up the speed and before I knew it, he was pounding his thick dick in my pulsing vagina. It felt sooooo good and I couldn’t get enough. The sound of his balls smacking against my ass was turning me on even more. My back was arching and I was moaning in the best pleasure I have ever felt in my life. I was panting and could barely breathe, but it was time for my favorite position.
I nearly threw Josh to the ground. My pussy was so wet and his dick was sky high, so it was easy for me to get right on top of him. I started riding his dick so hard and fast. He was panting and moaning and his eyes were closing, just as mine were. My body felt amazing. My tits were flopping in the air and his dick felt so amazing in my vagina. It was so warm and he was hitting my G-Spot perfectly. We were both screaming “oh yeahh” and “fuck me hard, harder”. Before I knew it, my body got this shock that I have never felt before. I could feel everything tingling in my body, and it was my first orgasm. Not long after this electrifying shock, did Josh let out another huge load of cum. This time, he shot it all over my breasts and stomach.
When I got up, I could barely stand. My body was still tingling and feeling amazing. He helped me up and we then showered together and I stayed the night with him. I was not a virgin before this experience, and Josh and I have had sex plenty of times before, but this really was an amazing sexual encounter. My friends said I missed an amazing party, but you can always relive a party. You can never relive your first orgasm.
Josh and I still have sex all the time, and believe me, it gets better and better each time 😉

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Slaveworld Spy

Hey, this is a piece of Slaveworld fan fiction, based on the `stephen douglas novels of the same name. It uses some canonical characters, but some are mine. I think you should buy all stephen douglas’ books because he’s awesome!

Lookout Point

In my junior year, Steve became my main squeeze. But I found I had room for more squeezes.

Charity Starts At Home: Chapter 1 : Mother-Daughter Reunion

Charity Starts At Home : Part 1 : Mother-Daughter Reunion
Despite what the world might have you believe, no one starts out as a slut. That being said, no one intends to become a slut either even when they are enroute to becoming one. Arriving at “slutdom” is shocking and appalling to some, who then run fleeing ashamed at the woman they’ve become. Others embrace this newfound sexual liberty and explore it for everything that it is worth.
My name is Charity Jones. I am a fulfilled slut. This is my story.
As I mentioned before, no one starts out as a slut and I am no exception. I was never abused, never had a drug addiction, no criminal record and my parents loved me very much. I was a straight A honour-roll student, and went to church every Sunday. I intended to save myself for marriage and settle down with 2.5 kids and live happily ever after in the suburbs.
For all intents and purposes that’s exactly how I appear to be. I’m happily married to a wonderful for nearly 20 years now. We have two lovely girls who are about to embark onto college themselves. I still go to church every Sunday and was a part of the PTA. How ever, I’m also a swinger and run my personal pornographic website.
That is getting far ahead of myself though . As I approach my 40th birthday in a few months , I have decided to look back and see where it all started. You must forgive me as it starts out very slowly, but every good story has its own history; and mine is one heck of a back-story.
My parents hated each other and they divorced when I was only six. How they managed to stay together even that long was a complete mystery. My father gained complete custody and forbade my mother from seeing me. He raised me to hate my mother, mincing no words calling her a “slut” and a “whore” when we were not in mixed company With having no access to her, I naturally believed my father implicitly and grew to hate my mother as well.
Father doted on me in a material yet distant and aloof way. Business and money was his first mistress. He had hinted at growing up poor and never wanted that for his only child. Thusly I grew up a little isolated and to be completely honest; a little spoiled.
But all of that came to a crashing halt when my father went to jail. It turned out most of his business dealings had been built on fraud and on money that didn’t exist. In the space of a few months I had gone from rich Daddy’s girl to pauper. And then the worst came to light.
I would have to move in with my mother.
I hardly could move out on my own, I had just turned 16 and being a teenage high school drop out didn’t leave me much choices.
I was going from a sprawling house in an upper class suburb and private school to god knows what in a small town. Adding insult to injury, I had to take a bus halfway across the country to do so. I arrived in this south-western town with nothing but two suitcases to show for any of my previous life.
When my mother pulled up to the bus depot she was hard not to pick out. I had received letters from my father’s lawyer telling me she was flamboyant but this really took me by storm. I couldn’t figure out if it was her hair, her clothes or her car that made my eyes burst of my skull.
Mother had pulled up to the bus-depot in a hot pink cadilac convertible with the top down. The interior was a faux-fur zebra lining. Fuzzy dice and the Playboy bunny dangled from the rear-view mirror. Van-Halen thundered out of the speakers.
Mother got out of the caddy and I got my first real look at her. She was quite tall, possibly 5’ 10” or so, and it didn’t help that she was wearing white leather cowboy boots which added another couple of inches. She wore Daisy-Duke denim shorts as well. Adding to this was a white tube top which could barely contain her very ample bust. To top this all off was a white cowboy hat.
I am a study in contrasts and similarities to my mother. Whilst I inherited my father’s petite stature coming in at barely 5’ 3”; I also inherited my mother’s physique: the corn stalk blonde hair, blue sparkling eyes and the same shapely hourglass figure topped with an equally generous bustline. While my breasts were always an embarrassment to me, mother seemed to flaunt hers.
Mother all but burst out from the pink convertible and rushed toward me, her cowboy heels clopping and her tits bouncing as she darted to me. I was so mortified that my face must have burst red as I tried putting up a brave diplomatic smile. She quickly wrapped her arms around me in a very forward hug and since I only came eye to eye with her cleavage, I found my face buried between them.
“ Oooh-wee, my dahlin baby girl has bin returned to me!” , Mother twanged out in an unmistakably deep-southern drawl.
I managed to extricate myself from the mammory mauling and extended my hand cordially. This was the tramp that had abandoned me and my father. The last thing I was going to do was pretend that this was a happy family reunion.
“ Charity Jones, a pleasure to meet you Mother.”, I said using my best boarding school voice with the right tinge of bitch to get my point across.
Looking at her I instantly regretted what I had just said. The look of deep rooted pain that flashed in her eyes was almost too much to bear. I don’t know what she was expecting from me after twelve years of abandonment , but it was clear even to me that I was a bit out of line as well.
We both stood there uncertain as to what to do or say , and I noticed we both turned red in our upper cheeks when we were upset. I was about to apologize when she took my hand.
With a brave smile and a deep breath Mother said , “ The pleasure is all mine Charity.”
We unclasped hands and stood staring at each other for a few moments. It was clear neither of us knew what to say or do next, nor what was expected of us. We were separated by 10 years of time and by light years of understanding.
Mother broke the silence , “ I’d prefer if ya called me Momma or Mom, but if ya can’t call me that… I reckon I’ll settle for Dianne, or just Dee.”
“ Alright Moth-”, I stumbled on the word again, “ Momm–”
“Dee” , she smiled at me
“ Dee”, I breathed out relieved, “ alright, Dee.”
With the initial awkwardness out of the way, Dee and I got into the car. It felt strange calling her Dee, but I just could not get myself to call her Mother or Mom, let alone Momma. We drove away and into town
Dee went on and on in her southern drawl pointing out the landmarks in town as I broiled in the next seat. I barely noticed her as my internal monolgue had me griping about the backwoods town I had been dropped into. There couldn’t have been more then 10 thousand people living here. It was a distant satellite town, not too far away from the city to be rural and not too small enough to be quaint. And I hated it from look one.
We eventually came to a rail crossing and my heart sunk as I could almost predict where we were going next. To none of my surprise we eventually pulled into a trailer park ironically named ‘Millionaire Acres’. It was official; my mother was trailer park trash . Thusly I was also to be trailer park trash.
It was a motley assortment of RV’s, mobile homes and doublewide trailer home units. Ranging from well kept homes of retirees to ramshackle domiciles of what were clearly the dregs of this town. If there was a wrong side of the tracks to this town, we had literally crossed it. It was laid out in a circular design surrounding a Laundromat attached to a corner store, which in turn was attached to a bar.
My new home was one of the larger units, but it still could all fit into half of the main floor of my old home. It was on the outer with a view of the local brewery around back.. A small deck skirted the front. It was a two bedroom place with the master bedroom at the back end and the secondary bedroom flanking it. On the other side of the small hall was the bathroom . The front of the trailer was a living room with a kitchenette /dining room that all but looked into the living room.
It was kitschy, it was camp. Thick shag rug carpeted the living room. There was a velvet Elvis behind the TV. Lots of little crystal figurines. The zebra motif continued from the car as the couch and love seat were in the same pattern. A brief peek in the kitchen showed what Mothe…, what Dee had for breakfast; a six pack of beer.
I was in hell. But at least hell had air conditioning.
“ Welcome to your new home Charity” , Dee said giving a twirl as if showing off the grandeur of the environs.
Dee continued, “ Your bedroom is just down the hall, you just settle yourself in and we can catch up on all we missed.”
I turned and looked down the hall to the bedrooms. And that’s when I had enough.
On what was clearly the door to my bedroom was a cardboard pink teddy bear with the words ‘ Charity’s Room’ in bold happy letters outlined in sparkles. Enough was enough.
“ Listen Dee,” I said to her coldly , “ I appreciate what you’re doing for me, but I am not twelve nore is this some sort of happy reunion.”
The smile drained from Dee’s face completely and once again I saw the hurt. It was better I say this all now then let it fester over time. Hurt a little now avoid homicide later I considered.
I continued, “ I am here because I do not want to be homeless drifter. You abandoned us and I think it’s only fitting you actually be willing to give a damn about me for a couple years”
Now there was some anger in Dee’s eyes but coupled with that hurt she began to interject, “ Is that what you really think…”
I interrupted with a wave of my hand and continued, “ I do not really care about the excuse and lies you have for ignoring me. Maybe we can be friends in the future but for now I just want to go hide until I graduate and can get out of this shithole.”
I abruptly turned my back on her proud of my defiant stand. Someone had to put that bitch in her place and remind her of the lives she had ruined. I dragged my suitcases into my bedroom and was about to throw them on the bed. That’s when I saw it, and that’s when it stopped me cold.
The room was a shrine. A shrine to me. There were picture of me everywhere. Me as a little girl on a pony. Me at my first day of ballet. Me in my cheerleader uniform. Me winning first prize at the school science fair. Mountains of teddy bears surrounded the bed. The bed itself was the centre point; it was covered in letters. At a glance I could see they were all addressed to me.
I dropped the suitcases and staggered to the bed and sat down. I felt light headed. People say that before they die they see their life flash before their eyes. It was the same thing for me as I sat on the bed and picked up one of the letters.
On the letter, beneath my old scratched out home address were three words written in the unmistakable handwriting of my father
*** Return to Sender***
I covered a mouth that wanted to scream with my freehand, but I couldn’t scream. I could barely breath. My heart had crammed itself into my throat and wanted to burst in a thousand bleeding pieces as I realized the immensity of what this was.
From the doorway Dee softly spoke as I choked back sobs.
“ Every birthday. Every Christmas. Every time you began a school year and every time it ended..”
The tears began to burn down my cheeks as I rummaged through the enormity of my father’s betrayal in the form of never opened mail. There were dozens upon dozens. And as I wept, Dee continued.
“ Every Halloween and every Valentine’s Day. Every time you got an A on your report card..”
I looked up as she softly crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside me. She understood what I meant to ask, what I needed to know, needed to hear ..all of that in a single glance.
“ Oh yes, your father kept me up to date on your life, but…”, she trailed away for a moment and came back, “ but it came at such a heavy price.”
She took my hand in hers and for the first time in my life I could actually feel love pour into me. Unconditional. Forgiving . Love.
“ The price was “, Dee continued, “ was that I could never see you. If I ever came to see you or try to speak to you…”
Dee herself now choked up and I squeezed her hand right back. In all the years I had lived with my father had I ever had a moment so personal and honest. I wanted to project that forgiveness right back to her , but I knew she wasn’t finished.
The tears welled up in her eyes too, but she finally managed to finish, “ …if I ever tried, he would take you away where I would never find you again, and I just couldn’t bear to give up what little I had left of you.”
The wallks broke down and we were bare before each other, victims of treachery, victims of love.
“ Ohhhh Momma…”, I began t cry
She held me close to her and rocked me gently like a child until the tears began to end. She stroked my hair and reminded me over and over again how sorry she was. How much she loved me.
“ I’ll never leave you Momma, “ I cried into her shoulder, “ I swear.”
And I never did.
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The next few days Momma and I were inseperable.
I couldn’t call her Dee anymore, it was a stunning transformation. In just a handful of days this woman had gone from hated stranger into what was quickly becoming the center of my universe. It was like I was trying to squeeze in all my lost childhood with her into those early days.
Momma and I also had a lot of serious moments too though, learning the truth about the divorce was a lot to handle but I had to hear it all. Even after discovering that my father had forbidden Momma to contact me I was still shocked and disgusted to hear some of the other things he had gotten up to.
Momma explained to me that they had gotten married simply because she was pretty and he had gotten her pregnant with me. She was a teen mother and that he came from money. She was young and pretty and made a good trophy wife and it seems that’s where the love had ended.
Father cheated on her all the time, there were always women in his life he never made any secret of it. Momma’s role it seemed was to raise me and stay pretty at parties. But over time, father grew tired of the southern blonde he had married who embarrassed him her twang and graces in social circles, she was a viewed as a bumpkin, so he decided to get rid of her.
Father bribed Momma’s personal trainer to seduce her, and even then it took months to do so. Momma was still determined to be a faithful wife but the trainer and finally succeeded. Father made sure there were photo’s to prove my mother’s infidelity . The divorce was an open and closed case, she couldn’t prove his infidelity and he had photographic evidence of hers.
With no job skills, no work history and no means of support, there was no chance of gaining custody of Charity. So Momma headed back home and made do any way she could. She always sent me money though when she could, I discovered this when we opened the letters. A twenty here, a fifty there; it all added up over twelve long years and realized there was quite a nice lump of money there.
We went shopping for new clothes for me, my upstate northern clothes were not exactly going to help me in the south western heat. Momma tried getting me the same style of skimpy clothes she wore, extolling me to show off the goods Mother Nature had given me, but I insisted on keeping to a more conservative style of dress. Even so, I found a number of skimpy tops and tight jeans in my new wardrobe when we got home.
I even managed to update my room to that of a teen girl’s and still spoil myself a bit. A ghetto blaster, walkman, some make up, some posters and a bunch of music tapes ( this was the 80’s after all). I even bought some exercises for Momma and me. I still had a few hundred dollars left afterwards.
We both loved musicals and ABBA, we had the same sense of humour too. Momma was quite intelligent despite not having finished high school herself and she was a voracious reader. Most of what she read were trashy novels, but she quickly took to my classics. In turn I grew to be as equally hooked on her soap operas.
Momma worked nights at a bar called the Zebra Club on the outskirts of town and I was an early riser. So when she got up in the morning, I’d have breakfast waiting and then we’d work out in front of the TV and hang out the rest of the day. All in all it was a great first week for what I thought was going to be a great summer before school started.
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Things took a very interesting change came the first Friday night though and it would be the thing that sent me on the path to being the slut I am today.
Momma and I were having breakfast when she matter of factly told me that she sometimes had gentleman callers ( her words, not mine) spend the night over. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, she was single and very attractive after all. I had to remember she had been single for 12 years and that I wasn’t going to be the only person in her life. I assured Momma that I had no problems with it and the subject was quickly forgotten.
Momma went to work that night and I settled into the couch for a night reading one of Momma’s trashy novels and some bad TV. Eleven o’clock hit and I was officially tired out and went to bed.
I don’t know how long the noises had gone on by the time they had woken me up. I was still new to the house and sometimes strange new noises woke me up, but this was definitely something I had never heard before. It was a rhythmic banging sound accompanied with gurgling and sloshing , not to mention the groaning and moaning. And it was coming from Momma’s room.
Momma’s room was off limits, she had made that clear from day one.It was her personal space and the place she escaped the world. To elaborate the point it was the only door in the trailer that had its own lock. And it was always locked.
As I woke , I could clearly tell the groans were Momma’s. They were accompanied by occasional grunts from her as well. And the banging and the gurgling and the sloshing continued. This was beyond bizarre for me and I had to investigate it.
I was a bit sheltered but I should have realized what the groaning was all about, I wasn’t completely that ignorant after all. But the other sounds were a complete mystery and for all I knew she was actually in trouble and I would never forgive myself if I had let something happen to her just to avoid embarrassing myself.
I softly got out of bed in my nightee and creeped out my door. Merely stepping out into the hall a soft glow suffused me down the short hallway in the distinctive hue of a television glow, and it emanated from Momma’s bedroom. The groans, gurgling, banging and sloshing were louder and were clearly from the open door to her room.
Clothing was strewn across the hall leading into Momma’s bedroom and I took a couple of quiet steps and looked through the door which was open a couple feet. I gasped at the sight I beheld.
There was my Momma as naked as the Lord made her on her knees with her face down on the bed. Behind her a large BLACK man was clearly fucking her hard.
It took me a couple seconds to take it all in and register what was happening. The sex and everything in the room took my breath away.
The sloshing, the gurgling and the banging were coming from the bed itself. It was a waterbed ( it was the 1980’s) and the water cushion was clearly getting a workout. The bed spread and quilt were in Momma’s favourite style; zebra. The banging itself was from the headboard itself banging against the wall every time the BLACK man thrusted into her. How the bed didn’t break escaped me.
The TV glow showed itself to be a pornographic movie playing some big breasted blonde bimbo sucking the engorged penis of yet another BLACK man.
If you’re wondering why I’m putting such emphasis on the word BLACK you have to understand I have never met an actual black person in my life. I had lived in an upper-class white neighbourhood all my life. The closest I had ever come to seeing a real black person was on TV. I had been taught nothing but the upper class racism and bigotry of my father. In his eyes , black people were athletes, entertainers or rapists, criminals and thieves.
But seeing this in the flesh had me very……aroused?
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the spectacle. Here was my Momma in all her glory having this large black man have his way with her! From the angle they were facing she had her face turned away and the black man was clearly enjoying himself too much to glance at an open door. I could clearly see all the action though from my place just outside the door. It was fantastic!! Every time he pulled away from her I could see his large dark penis out from Momma.
I had never seen an actual penis before outside of National Geographic magazines , and never anything like this! He was thick and long, that much I could tell and every time he pushed back into her I felt a tingling a pulse between my thighs. He had a firm athletic body and it showed when ever he planted himself deep inside my Momma.
I could feel my nipples stiffen against the sheer fabric of my nightee and heat burst across my body. It was wrong of me to be aroused by watching my parent in her most intimate moment, but the hot beauty of dark skin on creamy whiteness was too hard to resist. I was transfixed.
Suddenly the large black man rolled onto his back and pulled Momma over with him, she turned and straddled his athletic body. Momma was facing me now but I still could not turn away. I took a half step back to get a bit out of the light from the TV, but I still had a clear view of all the action.
“ oh Marcus, I love your big black cock”, Momma groaned out loud.
I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp at what Momma had just said. It was so crass and rude. But it was so right. So very , very right. My body knew that right away even if it was Momma’s body that was having the experience.
“ Then you better get on that dick”, the man named Marcus clearly instructed.
The casual confidence in his voice turned me on I must admit. As his hands wandered to her hips my hands wandered to my own , imagining his dark skin on my own light flesh. Watching his hands grip her waist and pull her down to his crotch was masterful.
Momma herself was a glorious image, in the soft light she looked like a goddess. The narrow waist, the flat stomach, the full hips and the lush fullness of her breasts. Her golden curls framed her like a halo as they cascaded over her shoulders. Her breasts were large and heavy with nipples the size of silver dollars which were hard and as erect as my own. Her nudity should have been shameful to me , but instead I was breath -taken and envious of the sheer sensuality she oozed.
She reached between her thighs and grasped Marcus’ firm black shaft, her hand barely wrapping around it. She rose her hips just above Marcus; own and rubbed the head of his penis against the cleft between her thighs. This elicited a soft moan from both him and myself and my own hand snaked under my nightee to my overheated wetness , rubbing that magic spot imagining it was Marcus’ thickness rubbing it there.
Momma and I both groaned as she eased herself onto his cock. Inch by glorious inch Marcus disappeared into Momma. I had no idea how she could fit all of him into her. In my mind’s eye it was me slowly meeting his crotch. Momma began to slowly grind her hips into his and I ground my own hips into my fingers as I began to rub myself harder. Slowly Momma began to rise and fall on Marcus’ length. I watched with intense desire as his dark meat appeared and disappeared into Momma, his black cock becoming slick with her juices.
Momma began to ride Marcus earnestly and fervently. She would slam her hips into him filling the room with hot and wet smacking sounds. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she rode him hard. Sweat burst across my brow and my body was on fire, my fingers diddling myself hard to the x-rated action playing out before me. At this point I couldn’t tell what I wanted more; my Momma or Marcus.
In some moment of sexual serendipity both Momma and myself gripped an equivalent tit and squeezed and tweaked a hard nipple. Both of us elicited an equal gasp as we felt a tremor ripple through her bodies. It was a mini-cum and it was glorious. Momma snaked her other hand to her pounded pussy and rubbed her clit just as I was doing with myself.
“ Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck”, Momma’s breath came in short puffs.
“ God damn you have a tight white pussy Dee”, Marcus grunted.
That was enough to set us both off. Momma began to shake and tremble and she began to cum hard and she grinded herself into her black lover. I had to stagger back against the wall as waves of pleasure rolled through me as well. I was dizzy and delirious.
“ Ohhhh fuck, I’m gonna cum”, Marcus groaned rolling his head back and forth.
“ Cum in me baby, cum in me” both Momma and I said at the same time even though mine was just a whisper to myself.
Marcus’ hands came up and gripped Momma’s jugs, his dark fingers squeezing into her soft white flesh. I did the same with my own hands imagining them being cupped and caressed and mauled by those hands. By Momma’s hands too. I ground my hips against the wall as aftershocks rippled through me.
“ Ahhhhhh fuck, cumming” , Marcus arched his back and thrust one last time into Momma
As if on cue Momma went off as well, I don’t know why but it set off a tiny explosion in me too. I lived vicariously through her pleasure at pleasuring a man. I could all but feel him shooting into me. Oh god how much I wanted it! Filling me, overflowing me, satisfying me!
“ Taste yourself on my cock” , Marcus instructed in his sexy casual confidence.
With a horny smile Momma slipped off Marcus’ thick tool which plopped out of her pussy with a juicy smack. It was long and thick and gooey with their combined juices, it looked downright tasty to me, my mouth actually watered. Momma scooted down and wrapped her lips around his cockhead and then started lashing her tongue all along his turgid length. I licked my own pussy-wet fingers visualizing my digits as Marcus’ cock.
“ Tasty”, Momma said with a smile when she was done. I agreed.
“ I should probably clean up and get out before your daughter wakes up”, Marcus said as he began to shift.
This promptly snapped me out of my reverie and brought me back to the reality of where I was. Instead of being caught with my tits hanging out like this I scooted back to my room doing my best to stay quiet. I closed the door behind me and flung myself onto the bed.
I lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling still hot and feverish. Over and over I played out the events in my head. My mind was racing, my heart was beating a thousand beats per minute, The heat in my loins was threatening to set me on fire.
I tore the nightee off my body and lay naked in the bed, my nipples were like diamonds, my skin was electric. I thrust my fingers to my cleft and replayed the scene again. I was all bust gushing imagining that big cock disappearing into my momma’s pussy. Wondering what my pussy juce would taste on that big cock. That big BLACK cock. What my Momma’s pussy would taste like on that big black cock. What my Momma’s pussy would taste like.
I came thunderously at that realization . I arched my back in a noiseless scream and then covered my mouth with my pillow and let myself HOWL. It went like a lightning bolt through me. It went out through my toes, exploded my nipples and shot out like a beam of light through the top of my head. I swear I saw stars as I shot through the ceiling.
I came back to earth in a sweaty heap, finally satisfied. What I wanted was wrong. But I had to have it.
I wanted my Momma. I also wanted back cock. I wanted both.
As I drifted off to sleep all I could keep thinking like a mantra was…I want , I want , I want, I want…..
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Good Neighbors Part 1

Good Neighbors
Part 1
Cathy Jella stood at her front window that looked out on the street in front of their home. Cathy was a beautiful full bodied female that loved life. Her life was about to
expand a great deal.
A huge moving van had just pulled up in front of the house next door… followed shortly a shiny new convertible with California plates. Cathy had not been the least bit unhappy to see the old neighbors go. They were a real pain in everyone’s ass, not the least bit friendly. She hoped the new neighbors would be a bit friendlier.
As she watched, the three people, a couple in their thirties it looked like and a teen-ager about Cathy’s own daughter’s age, got out of the car and walked toward the van driver. Cathy called to Bob her husband to come look saying,
“Come look darling….You better not miss this.”
Bob joined her quickly and he smiled from ear to ear as he looked out the window. He saw a nice looking guy with a knockout wife, such a body and that red hair. As Bob watched her walk toward the house he loved the way her tits swayed back and forth. Then his eyes moved to the teen and he felt his cock getting hard just looking at her. She was built like her Mom but she had on a very brief halter, covering very little of her great tits. The round swell showed a great deal above her nipples. She also wore brief cutoffs that showed a lot of both cheeks of her cute ass.
Bob slid his hands around Cathy and cupped her sizable tits in his hands. She smiled and pressed her ass back into Bob’s now hard cock saying,
“Which one gave you the woody darling?”
“Both of them,… but the way that kid is dressed…wow!”
“She is sexy; could you imagine our Debbie dressed like that?”
Bob’s hands were inside her blouse now opening the front release of Cathy’s bra. Bob’s gentle hands cupped and caressed them, toying with her now hard nipples as Cathy sighed,
“Bob… that feels nice … I’m glad our new neighbors turn you on honey…. now do I get a reward for calling you?”
Bob kissed her deeply and pulled her down on the living room carpet. His hands were under her skirt, inside her brief bikini panties on her wet pussy as Cathy spread her legs wider in eager welcome for him. The two of them, though married for 16 years, still acted like newlyweds, fucking every chance they got.
She felt Bob undoing his pants and she knew he was pulling his hard cock free to use on her. She was ready… seemed like she was just about always ready … she loved to fuck…. but she said, “Bob honey, noooo,… Debbie could come home any minute.”
Bob eased the head of his weapon into the outer lips of her warm pussy and she raised her hips to take it in deeper. Bob slowly started driving to meet his horny wife’s thrusts as he said,
“It might be good for Debbie to watch this… sometimes I think she is too goodie goodie.”
Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband’s ass and she moaned in a husky voice,
“You dirty old man you just want to get your daughter interested in fucking…. you wish she were laying here with your big cock in her…”
Bob started fucking her hard and fast, driving his big cock deep inside her warm wet pussy. Cathy moaned and flexed her cunt muscles the way Bob loved. It was too much and Bob shortly blew his wad as Cathy knew he would. As she felt his cum flooding her wet cunt she came as well, moaning like a banshee. They were well aware of each other’s fantasies. As he continued to fill her cunt with cum Cathy climaxed a second time in a groan that the neighbors might have heard.
They lay there for a while and then slowly got to their feet.
Cathy drifted back to the window as she rearranged her clothing. Only the father was still out front next door. Bob again walked up behind her and he hugged her to him and kissed her on the neck where she liked it. She voiced huskily, “That was nice Bob… I love it when you take me like that, where ever we are.”
“Yeah… you are still the best piece of ass in town sweetheart.”
Cathy laughed and snuggled in his arms,
“Thank you darling, would that include your daughter?”
“Cathy, I don’t know…. at least not yet.”
Cathy felt his cock start to rise again against her ass. She loved the way he seemed to be insatiable. She had been only so- so about sex when they met but after dating Bob for six months she had turned into this ‘can’t get enough’ darling of a bed partner. They had discussed, and developed in detail, a number of fantasies between them, covering about everything. They both particularly loved the fantasy of including their very sexy looking 15 year old daughter in their sex games. They rarely missed a chance to drop it in the conversation. Cathy knew well that it was only a matter of time until Bob fucked Debbie…. and she had plans of her own too.
Then Bob looked out the window,
“He is a great looking guy Cathy, how would you like to let him fuck you? Maybe someday while I am at work you can invite him over and fuck his brains out.”
Cathy moaned, another favorite fantasy of hers was to be unfaithful to Bob. Bob was well aware of it. They discussed it often, especially during sex and he got a kick out of the idea. The idea of some other guy fucking Cathy turned him on a bunch. The new neighbor turned so he was more-or-less facing them as he talked to the mover. He wore a thin t-shirt and a pair of tight shorts. Bob kissed Cathy’s her ear and said softly,
“Look Cathy you can see the outline of his cock through his shorts. You can even see the glans. I bet you would like to take that cock in your mouth and suck him off wouldn’t you? Can’t you imagine his hard cock in your mouth sweetheart? Can’t you imagine him Cumming in your mouth?”
Cathy was moaning and Bob raised her skirt in back and Cathy felt his hard cock sliding between her ass cheeks, lightly rubbing against her cunt. She bent forward and Bob started it in her, and then shoved it in all the way in one stroke. She gasped and came. Bob started to stroke her and she sighed and said,
“Yes… Bob… fuck me darling… yes I like the look of his cock. Maybe I will do what you said. I could ask him over when you are gone and fuck and suck him silly.”
Bob blew off soon again and Cathy smiled as she enjoyed how hot it made her husband when she talked about other guys fucking her. Made her damn hot too.
As Bob pulled his limp cock out of Cathy’s sweet cunt and headed upstairs for a shower he said, “Why don’t you go over and introduce yourself and ask them over for a quick sandwich later, whenever they want a break.”
When Bob stepped out of the shower later, Cathy stood there stripping and Bob noticed her bra was missing.
“What happened to your bra little girl?”
“I took it off before I went over to invite our neighbors.”
“Hmmm… And did you give our neighbor a good look at your marvelous tits?”
“Maybe, … anyway the Packers, our new neighbors, will be over around 6:00 this evening. He was VERY nice Bob….. you better watch out, the way he flirted with me I think he would be eager to help me with my fantasy……”
***************
They arrived right at six and intros were done all around. It was interesting; the new neighbors were big huggers. Bob and Cathy both enjoyed the tight hugs they got from Quin and Rita and Sara. Debbie seemed surprised and looked at Cathy as if to say, ‘Mom what is this’. Cathy had enjoyed the feel of Quin’s large cock against her even in its soft state. His hand slid down over her trim ass and squeezed gently. Cathy looked around to see if anyone else had noticed and only saw Rita plastered against Bob similarly and Sara and Deb walking out the back door.
She looked up at Quin and smiled and whispered,
“Be careful Quin.”
In other words, it is OK to play with my ass but don’t let Bob see.
Then shortly they all went out to the patio where Cathy had a deli spread ready for a light supper. Quin, Rita and Sara, Dad, Mom and Daughter. They were still dressed in the clothes Bob and Cathy had enjoyed looking at earlier. Bob grinned to himself as he realized that his daughter Deb was the only female with a bra on. He got a little hard as he looked at the four bodies and he wondered what he would have to do to get Deb to loosen up a little like Sara. Sara flaunted her full body, bouncing around a lot. She noticed Bob staring at her tits and ass several times and smiled at him warmly.
Rita was very friendly and open and Bob enjoyed the way her blouse opened up as she bent forward helping herself to the food. When she had hugged him he enjoyed the full body hug she gave him. Maybe California girls are more open.
Everyone soon was chatting as if they had known each other forever. Sara and Deb disappeared before long to Deb’s bedroom. Cathy had taken Quin inside to show him the way the jennaire stoves worked and Rita smiled at Bob,
“Is this a fun neighborhood Bob? We hated to leave our old neighbors in California. We had gotten real close with several of them.”
Bob smiled and his eyes dropped to the bare swell of her breasts peeking through the open blouse. Then he looked back at her and said,
“I think it may have just gotten a lot friendlier Rita. Maybe you and Quin and Sara will have to help warm up our neighborhood. Everyone is nice but up to now it wouldn’t have been hard to leave it.”
She smiled and said,
“That sounds like a friendly invitation Bob… maybe when we get a little settled you and Cathy could come over for a fun evening.”
“We would love to …. Maybe there are some California games you could teach us.”
“Are you and Cathy open to different kinds of games?”
“I think we could possibly learn to be Rita.”
Bob’s cock had been growing and now Rita dropped her eyes to it and smiled, licking her lips in an obvious way. Rita leaned forward toward Bob, her blouse opened more and Bob had a great view of her two large rounded breasts and their pink rigid nipples. As she watched him stare at her bare breasts she said,
“We were afraid it would take a long time to make friends here like we had in California…. after meeting you I think we were wrong.”
Bob raised his eyes and met hers. He had never moved so fast with any woman in his life. They both knew what they were planning and now Bob just wanted to take her inside and fuck her.
The great part of it was he was certain she wanted the same thing. He smiled and said,
“I will look forward to the games Rita….”
“What about Cathy… games is more fun if four play?
“I think she might be interested too….. We have talked about lots of things as fantasies”
“Good….”
She dropped her eyes to his hard cock again and sighed again licking her lips and said,
“Funny I just ate and yet I seem to want to eat some more…”
Bob laughed and replied,
“Me too… do we have to wait until you get very settled?”
“For what Bob?”
He loved the way she teased….
“For me to fuck you in all of your sexy openings Rita.”
“No… As a matter of fact, I am very ready right now…. but maybe you could drop over in the morning…. We can practice for the games when the four of us get together…”
“What time?”
“Ten… just come on in, I will leave the door unlocked… and Bob… I love to fuck… absolutely love to fuck…”
It had gotten dark as they sat there talking and they both stood up and their hands wandered. Bob’s hands were on her trim ass and inside her blouse on her bare breast. Her hand was full of his cock.
Then they heard someone coming and drifted apart smiling at each other in anticipation.
Quin and Cathy rejoined them and Bob noticed Cathy smiling at him nervously and he wondered what had happened between her and Quin….
In bed later that night, Cathy was all over Bob, sucking his cock, pulling his head into her wet cunt and mounting his hard cock. When she had finally cum several times and drained Bob she fell on her back with a flop and said…
“That was so good darling… fucking is the best.”
Bob propped himself up on his elbow and cupping one of Cathy’s great tits he toyed with it gently and said,
“I think you enjoyed Quin a good deal this evening… what was that nervous look you gave me when you guys came back outside?”
She hesitated and wrapped her hand around his soft cock. She toyed with it until it started to get hard again and then she said,
“Quin made a pass at me Bob. I was showing him how to work the oven as he stood behind me. I felt his hands slip under my arms around me and he cupped my breasts in his hands as he kissed my neck.”
“And what did you do Cat?”
“I just stood there for a moment. I couldn’t believe what was happening…. then I moved his hands and turned facing him. I didn’t have a bra on and you know how I love to have my tits played with….He looked down at my hard nipples through my blouse and said,”
“You have beautiful tits Cathy, I love the way your nipples got hard so quickly.”
“I just sort of stuttered Bob…. then he cupped both of my tits again. I groaned it felt so good… I didn’t say a word as he opened my blouse and his hands cupped my bare tits. The idea that you were just outside and Debbie was upstairs made me even hotter. After a couple of minutes I made him take his hands out of my open blouse so I could re button it.”
“Did you want to fuck him Cathy?”
Cathy was stroking Bob’s cock as she looked into his eyes and shivered visibly saying,
“I don’t want you to be upset Bob but I did. I wanted him to throw me on the floor and take me right then; if you guys hadn’t been here I don’t know what I would have done.”
“I know what you would have done Cat… you would have spread your legs for him. I think we have an opportunity here to live out one of our fantasies… Quin and Rita are in to swapping big time… are you interested?”
Cathy moaned and straddled Bob’s hard cock taking it in her cunt easily. As it hit bottom Cathy shook and came again. Then as she calmed down she looked at Bob and asked huskily,
“Are YOU interested? Oh I know you would like to fuck Rita. I have always known you fucked other women and I never minded. You have always kept me happy … but can you deal with Quin fucking me? He asked me to meet him somewhere soon to fuck while we were in the kitchen tonight.”
“Wow Cat… that is hot…. our new neighbors don’t waste time do they?” And he told her what had happened between him and Rita.
Bob started hunching up into Cathy’s wet pussy faster as she felt his cock start to pulse in her. Then he slowed down again to make it last. After a few minutes of slow fucking Cathy asked,
“Well are you ready for Quin to fuck me? The idea of you and Rita is hot for me… how do you feel about me fucking other men?”
“If you want to fuck Quin I am all for it Cat. I have wanted us to get into swinging for a long time. I was going to suggest it but now it is here.”
“Oh shit Bob… I do… I am dying to fuck Quin while you watch us. The idea of fucking other men is delicious to me.”
Bob then told Cat more about his experience with Rita in great detail as he continued to fuck her. Cathy was clearly getting into it and as Bob told her he was meeting Rita the next morning she came hard and long moaning,
“Yes… yes… fuck Rita….”
The next morning she kissed him good bye as he strolled next door. She was waiting two hours later when he returned looking very well fucked. Bob told her all that had happened. How he had found her in bed nude waiting for him. How they had eaten each other to climax and then fucked and fucked and fucked.
“Cathy they want us to come over for drinks tonight…are you still ready?”
Cathy laughed and answered,
“Are you kidding… I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Oh by the way Cat, Rita asked if you liked to make love with other women.”
Cat sighed… “I think I just may learn too… and soon.”
*******
Just as they were preparing to leave to go next door, the doorbell rang and Sara stood there looking up at Bob,
“I came over to keep Deb Company while you guys were getting to know my folks.”
As Sara walked in Cathy was still upstairs finishing dressing, although all she was wearing was a very brief miniskirt and a very low cut blouse… oh and shoes.
Bob dropped his eyes to Sara’s nice tits and as he enjoyed the view said,
“That’s good Sara… it would be great if you and Deb got to be friends.”
Sara smiled at him realizing how much he was enjoying her tits and she said,
“I think we just might become real good friends… will you be my friend too Bob? Some of the fathers of my girlfriends in California were my good friends too.”
Bob wondered if she had just hinted to him that she had fucked her girlfriend’s dads. His cock started to grow and he looked into Sara’s eyes and said,
“Would you like to be my friend too Sara?”
“That would be great I think.”
Then Cathy came down the stairs and Sara and Bob both stared at this very sexy woman. Deb followed her down and didn’t seem to even notice how her Mom was dressed.
*******
Quin handed them both a drink and the four of them stood around chatting, joking. They had paired off with each other’s mates; each couple stood a short distance apart from the other. There was a lot of touching and whispering as they sipped their drinks. Bob looked over at Cathy to check if all was going well and he notice her nipples standing out obviously hard, her cheeks were flushed as was her chest above the exposed upper swell of her breasts. All clear signs that things were going very well. Cathy wasn’t concerned about how things were going with Rita and Bob since they had spent that morning fucking. Then Quin said, “Cathy would you like to see my photographic dark room?”
Cathy quickly said she would love to and Quin took her hand in his and led her away. No explanation was offered as to why Bob and Rita weren’t invited. Quin and Cathy were eager to catch up with Rita and Bob. When they left the room Rita walked over to a wall sound system and flipped a switch and smiled at Bob,
“Now we can listen as Quin fucks your sweet little wife.”
Sure enough they heard footsteps and a door closing as Quin and Cathy entered the darkroom. Everything could be heard very clearly.
As Quin closed the door, he locked it behind them; Quin then turned the lights off. It was totally dark. Cathy grinned to herself waiting. Then she gasped as she felt his hand slip under her skirt onto her bare cunt immediately. Cathy shifted her feet, spreading her legs for his hand and said,
“You don’t waste time do you Quin?”
“No…. when I am dying to fuck you Cathy, should I waste time?”
“Oh no …. oh damn no…. that feels good, my clit is soooo sensitive. I love the way you are playing with it.”
“Here sit on this counter… right on the edge… I want to eat your hot little pussy Cathy.”
Noises of movement, wet noises shortly and then a gasp from Cathy, “OOOOOOOoooo yes Quin… good … so good. oh shit Quin I’m cumming already… fuck …….”
Then after a period of heavy breathing and sighs came a quiet pause until Cathy said,
“My turn to eat something…. ”
And the sounds of a wet cock sucking were all that could be heard other than Quin’s groaning.
Still after a few more moments
“I want my cock in your cunt Cathy… now.”
“Yes…. hurry…. oh yes that’s good … so good. Oh I love your big cock Quin… fuck me…. make me cum … fuck… fuck me….”
When later still, after all had been silent for a moment Quin said,
“Don’t dress; let’s just join Bob and Rita… I expect they are doing exactly what we have been doing.”
“I hope so.”
When Quin and Cathy returned to the den, Rita was spread out on her back on the floor completely nude and Bob was between her long trim legs fucking her slowly and deeply. The two of them made a lot of noise. Cathy had never seen Bob fuck another woman before and she gasped at how sexy it was and she was instantly ready to be fucked again.
Quin was happy to accommodate her.
They had a slow relaxed dinner as they discussed sex (what else?). When they returned to the den later, Rita walked with Cathy and slipped her arm around her bare waist. Looking at her she asked,
“Have you tried sex with another woman Cathy?”
“Not yet”
“It sounds like you would like to try.”
“I would…. I don’t know how though.” “It will come naturally to you. First I want to eat your cunt Cathy… then you can just emulate what I have done to you.”
The guys sat back ready to enjoy the sexy show of these two gorgeous ladies having at each other. Rita positioned Cathy on the edge of the couch and pushed her back as she dropped her experienced mouth to Cathy’s wet cunt. Cathy groaned in delight as Rita’s tongue washed over her outer labia… her rigid clit… and then darted between her neither lips into her dank cunt itself. Then Rita slowly sucked each side of her lab. Cathy couldn’t be still. To maintain contact Rita slipped one finger up Cathy’s tight asshole and another into her cunt. Now as Cathy jumped and hunched, Rita held tight and stayed with her. Cathy started to experience one climax after the other and soon lay wrung out…limp on the couch ….her legs spread wide over Rita’s shoulders.
Rita rose up and smiled at Cathy sliding up until their lips met in a tender kiss. It wasn’t long until Cathy sighed,
“That was so good Rita… thank you sweetheart. Now I think it is time for my first lesson.
Later Bob had left the room to use the bathroom and when he returned, Cathy was astride Quin’s hard cock. Bob smiled and walked up behind Cathy as his cock grew to full size again. Rita saw where he was heading and opened a drawer nearby and handed him a tube of KY. Bob applied it liberally to Cathy’s ass and his cock. Cathy jumped when he first touched her ass… then realizing what he had in mind she only said,
“Yes Bob…. hurry… I have fantasized about this a lot…”
She took his cock in her ass as she had numerous times before. Only this time with Quin’s cock already in her cunt, it was totally new. And she loved it. As the two of them stroked into her in different orifices she lost it and became a babbling, fucking, Cumming piece of art.
A lot happened that night, Rita and Cathy both were double fucked by the guys, Cathy had Rita eat her pussy again, which she shortly eagerly reciprocated. It was a long hot evening with lots of good beginnings.
When they finally were leaving, Rita said at the door,
“I am so pleased that we made contact with you guys so soon.
It is really great fun to have four or five couples that you are free to do this with. Do you guys know others that might be interested? Think about it. There have always been Nurses at the hospitals where I have worked before that were into swinging, and some Doctors. I’ll start checking that out when I report to work at my new job as Chief Nurse next week. We should be able to put together a group soon. Then we can go lots of places and do lots of things together.”
They all kissed each other goodnight then, with lots of touching……. and they set the next party at Bob and Cathy’s a week later.
End of Part 1

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