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Teresa Chapter 3

Teresa
Chapter 3
I slept like the dead waking well after Mum had gone to work. I was so relieved I didn’t have to face her. Being the school holidays I had the place to myself. The phone rang. Teresa was phoning me not mum.
“How are you Ian?”
“Well Teresa?”
“Well?” I knew what she was about and felt just a little shy.
“Ian come round and see me I have something for you.”
I hesitated but my groin was already reacting to Teresa. “Give me half an hour Teresa.”
I rushed breakfast and cycled round to her house.
She was still in her dressing gown that had deep cleavage on show I am sure, for my benefit. Shutting the door she immediately hugged me to her chest pressing her breasts hard against me. “Come and tell me everything Ian I want to know how it’s going with your Mum. She came back from the kitchen armed with a soda water and sat me opposite her with her gown exposed showing me bare thighs halfway up toward her cunt but I couldn’t see that far.
“Ian I can see you have fully recovered from your night time fun. I like what I see.” She stroked my hardon over my trousers just to confirm my interest, I thought.
I relayed to her all that had happened the previous evening to her. She was totally engrossed by my story and took hold of me as I got into it, stroking me slowly so I wouldn’t go over the top. “Oh I remember, wait a minute Ian.”
She returned with a plastic tube of lubricant, opened the top and poured some over my prick, smoothing it all over.
“Teresa that’s wonderful.”
“Ian it’s for you. You are going to need it I assure you.”
She was particularly taken by my cuming over Mum’s T-shirt, but surprised by her reaction and rushing off like that. I finished by telling her about my bedroom door that must have been heard by Mum.
“Ian she is probably feeling very guilty and ashamed about what’s happened. So give her time to come round. I’m sure she will. Meanwhile if you need this anytime, just give me a call and I’ll happily fit you in. Do you wish to cum now Ian?”
“Oh yes Teresa please.”
“I want to keep my secret promise to your Mum Ian to let her have you first.”
Sighing ever so slightly, “I suppose so Teresa”
She did however get down on her knees and increased the pressure of her hand round my prick. The effect of the lubricant was fantastic to my young hardon. She was able to go much faster as it stood near her smiling face. “Cum for me Ian, cum, cum!
That did it. She did, however, open her mouth and tongued me as I shot my first spurt into her mouth. Then I shot right over her eyes and nose and open mouth as she wanked the remaining spunk from me. I collapsed in coming down from my cum and thanked her profusely for her willingness to do me in my heightened state. I saw a small drop at the top of her breast. She noticed and took her finger to it and her mouth and swallowed it just like the rest she had wiped from her face that wasn’t already in her mouth.
She cuddled me for awhile until I recovered and I knew then she was preparing to pack me off. Before I left I remarked how wonderful it was to have her tongue on the edge of me as I made my first spurt.
“Well you should also first experience your Mother’s mouth I think. Remember Ian, tread carefully she will be feeling very fragile. I did not entirely understand but went along with her idea, at least in my head.
Returning to an empty home, I got some food and went to bed, but not before going to my latest hunting ground, the laundry basket but was thwarted as Mum had done a wash, so there were no delights.
Mum came home looking a bit subdued but said nothing of our encounter the previous evening.
We ate and spent the evening watching TV in separate places with no interesting sights for me to discretely get a hard on. I gave her kiss on her cheek and said I was going to bed. Going into my bedroom I left the door slightly ajar in the hope she would come and see me. Doldrums as I heard her do the same. I fell asleep.
About midnight I woke. There was no sound, but there was a light on outside my door. Getting up quietly I opened my door a little to see the light was coming from Mum’s bedroom. I just wondered. Creeping out I was able to view her through the crack in her door.
Sitting up in bed she was reading. Covered by a very light nightie Mum had one hand under the high hem between her legs. She was reading, ‘A Son’s Dream, A Mother’s Need,’ the book I had started to devour that Teresa had leant her. She was about halfway through it.
Things were looking up, including my prick through my pyjama bottoms. Taking care to be quiet had paid off.
Watching her wanking over the book was beautiful and very horny. I decided I mustn’t cum as I couldn’t ensure complete silence. So I just watched.
She lifted her free hand out of her crotch and slipped across her breasts giving short twists to each nipple in turn. The effect was stiffening against her nightie. Momentarily she closed her eyes to relish her obvious sensations, then went back to her very concentrated reading.
I slowly became aware of the exposed place I was in. Reluctantly I returned to bed, being careful to leave my door still ajar.
Retrieving my new lubricant from under the mattress, pouring a little over my prick I silently listened and wanked over what Mum was doing in her bed. I couldn’t hear anything. Feeling very frustrated I lay wanking and wondering whether to go back to watch.
Impetuous lust overcame me. I returned to the door jamb to watch her again.
By now she had removed the straps from her shoulders so she could play more easily with her responsive nipples. She was very hard on them, squeezing them between thumb and forefinger. I was amazed at her getting so much pleasure from them. Occasionally she shifted to her cunt, rubbing her clit and drawing moisture to her clit and then another dip and up to her nipples to moisten them, in turn, with another squeeze.
The lubricant on my bare prick made wanking easier to control. This was an incredible turn-on.
I must have been watching when I saw mum put the book aside with a bookmark. A flash crossed my mind but it was overlain by her pulling up the hem further to free her hands to combine breasts and cunt together.
I watched as she slowly rose to her heightened tension with her eyes closed tightly.
Gratefully she had not put the light out but continued her self love with utter concentration. It was an awesome sight.
She now concentrated on her cunt with one hand in her vagina and the other fingers flipping her clit with venom.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yes, ohhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhh. She tensed stiff all over as her orgasm took her to bliss. I was wanking slowly being careful not to cum myself whilst naked behind her door.
Collapsing onto the mattress, she slowly came to and pulled her straps back over her shoulders.
I crept back to bed, closed my door, and quickly wanked myself to oblivion, visualising the beautiful scene I had experienced and wondering where it would go from here.
In the morning I got up after Mum had gone to work and looked at the point where she had left the bookmark. I had not got that far, but crucially it was the point where the mother finally relents to the pursuit of her son. That must have been what took her to her orgasm.
I took the book to my bedroom and poured some lubricant over my prick. I was just getting into the book again when I realised I had dropped the bookmark at her place the previous day. That was the flash I had in the night. She must know that I am devouring it too. Will she mention it or will it go into the store of knowledge Mum has about my preoccupations?
Just then the phone rang. It was Teresa phoning to catch up on the latest. She didn’t invite me over but she did say that Jean had phoned her to tell her I had been in her draws and finding the book and what should she do about it?
Teresa had said do nothing. I was relieved. Mum did tell Teresa that she was enjoying the book. Teresa had asked her if it had any effect on her outlook toward sex with me. Apparently she responded that it just made her more ashamed than ever particularly since the mishap the previous evening. Teresa did get me to tell her about last night. I still had the lube around my prick and I wanked as I regaled her with the story. I could tell she was playing with herself too. So we were both doing it and I got her to admit it. I came as she too went over the top.
What should I do, I asked Teresa. Her response was to wait, but let her know I am still preoccupied with her. Oh and misplace the bookmark again!
We parted with a calmer mood on both sides.
Unfortunately my Father returned the following night. I was left more to my own devices to satisfy my fixation. However I was able to hear them in their bedroom. I thought I heard her sucking him to try to get him interested. I heard him let her bring him to a climax fairly quickly. Then nothing. He must have turned over and gone to sleep despite her shaking him. The last I heard was her mouthing the word bastard a few times and, “What about me?” in between the expletives.
The next day, Sunday they were both off work and I had breakfast with Mum as Dad had slept in. She looked doubly pissed off but tried to hide it from me. She was wearing a sweater with no bra and a skirt with no stockings. She looked the worse for wear but her nipples still seemed to pierce her sweater. She saw my eyes but chose to ignore my stare rather than confront it.
I continued to stare at them. She grew more uncomfortable and went upstairs, shouted at Dad to wake up. I heard him grumble. She came down again to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of milk from the fridge, turned and I stared again.
Taken aback, she had put on a bra, hiding the glorious nipple view I had indulged in, with an added smirk in her face as if to say, “At least that’s stopped you in your tracks.”
I sulked and made my excuses and went out for the day with friends. Returning for supper, Dad had gone. I asked what had happened. She hesitated then announced that he had gone to stay with his mother. Seeing she was clearly upset, I held her to me. She let out a wail and her breathing was heavy as she released all the tension on my shoulders. We both clung to each other. I was upset too for I did get on well with him. But I was also torn by my preoccupations with Mum.
I led her into the living room and we sat together on the sofa, still holding each other. I was careful not to be sexual in anyway, even though I was tempted. Slowly she unfolded her row with him, telling him she was furious with him for neglecting her for so long and why had he not confided in her anything about how he felt. She then told me how he had not felt like being intimate with her because he was worried about losing his job. She had said that was no excuse and accused him of getting it elsewhere. He went mad, lost his temper, briefly packed and said he was going to stay with his Mother.
Mum remained distraught for sometime whilst I held her close. She seemed to get calmer with my closeness to her. She announced we should eat. After supper, I suggested we watch TV. She agreed and said she would join me after changing into something more comfortable.
She came downstairs. I was quietly astonished by what I saw but tried to view her discretely. She didn’t look me in the eye but joined me on the sofa. What astonished me was she had on the same sweater but had removed her bra as earlier in the morning. However she had also put on stockings with her low heeled sandals giving her calves a slight lift. She wore the same skirt too.
My head was confused by the change in behaviour. Was she warming to me? Was she giving me a clue? Should I hope it was a clue to a change toward me?
She switched on the TV and we found a film we both thought would be ok to watch. She poured herself a whisky and placed it near the armrest on a small table. Just as we were settling in she said,
“Come close Ian I need a cuddle.”
She put her arm around my shoulders and I found myself tucked in against her very close to her breast, so close it was squashed against her other breast. She made no move to put space between us. Taking a draught of the whisky she sighed and relaxed beside me. I was in heaven ensconced in her glowing warmth, hoping my erection did not show, for that was the effect she had on me.
Mum could not see my eyes as they scanned the nipple I was taking in pressed as it was against the smooth sweater she wore. It looked very stiff against it. I had only recently read that nipples swell and stiffen when excited. Looking further down I noticed her skirt above her knees. The combination of nipple and early thighs took my attention from the film as I struggled not to touch her soft body. I was in near turmoil.
We held the closeness for quite awhile until she pleaded she was getting uncomfortable.
“Put your head on my lap Ian. My arm is getting cramp, much as I like you there we will be more comfortable with your head on my lap.” I tucked up my head against her tummy with my cheek resting on her thighs. She took another swig of whisky, then put her arm along my side resting her hand on my thigh. Sheer bliss.
We continued watching TV. I didn’t know where to put my hands, except on her lap. Dilemma. To place a hand on her skirt or on her exposed stockinged knee? I chose her knee as it would look logical yet not intrusive. I placed my left hand on her nearest knee. She seemed to accept it. I kept it still but loved the feel of her tight nylon covering. She took another swig conveying to me, I thought, her complicity.
“Your hand’s lovely and warm Ian,” she announced. I took that as a little more than complicity and gave her a squeeze with my hand, conveying my recognition. Slowly I began to slowly stroke the front of her leg below her knee. I heard her murmur her pleasure at my initiative. I just kept the strokes slow and within a small area. My desire was to stroke above her knee and beyond her skirt hem. I began to circle my movements around her upper calf, feeling more soft flesh under her stocking. Not being rebuffed, I widened my circular movement, conscious of my erection once again growing stiff and rather exposed, pressing against my clothing just below where Mum had rested her hand.
Drawing my hand round the side of her knee I moved my hand up to just above her knee and stroked my hand against her hem. I heard a very slight intake of breath with that movement and started my downward movement again. Circling once more upwards I retraced my hand toward the top part of her hem and slipped up just an inch or so further and stopped, leaving my hand to rest there. My prick was my now totally stiff. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I wondered if I had been discovered.
Circling round her lower thigh and revelling in sheer ecstasy of being so far up her and she hadn’t protested. Widening my movements I began to press against her hem and reached the change in the stocking texture that suggested her stocking top was near. I had a moment where the feel of softer fuller flesh was very apparent to my eye. Again resting there until I started moving again in wider movements. I felt a sudden hardness in my palm. I had stroked my hand to her suspender attached to the stocking. She suddenly became aware of how intimate we had become and may have noticed my hardon too.
“Ian it’s time for my bed. I’ll come and kiss you goodnight before I get into bed, but I’m bushed.”
I lifted my head but not before giving her final squeeze at the point on her thigh that I had reached.
“You naughty young man Ian. Good job I’m not shocked.”
I let her know that I was going to bed too and watched her, still in her heels as she grabbed the bathroom first. I relished the sight of her skirt slightly high above her knees as it remained puckered from my head and her seating position. I had been stroking those exquisite thighs just a moment ago and wondered what she had meant by coming to kiss me goodnight.
I retreated to my bedroom until I heard her going into her bedroom and closing the door. In the bathroom I did a piss where she had just been and noticed she hadn’t flushed the toilet. I could smell a whiff of her pee and tried to get rid of my erection so that I could pee too. I stood there stroking myself at the thought of her sitting there peeing herself. Stop it Ian you need a piss! Eventually I softened and a strong pee joined hers in the bowl. I decided not to flush either.
As I turned I noticed the dirty laundry on the floor ready for the wash. On top were her panties. How long had they been there? Picking them up, I felt her warmth and quickly took a sniff to regale myself with her smell. My prick hardened immediately as I smelt her. To my astonishment they were also wet at the front. Drawing it to my mouth I tasted her wetness and realised that she had recently got wet, not from peeing but from her pussy. I had read about that but had yet to experience it. Examining her pale cotton panties further I noticed a very slight skid mark at the rear of them inside. I gave that a whiff too.
Should I have a wank there and then given the excitement of the evening and her indulgent panties? No I would wait and have a cum in bed later. I dropped them with some regret back onto the pile of laundry.
In bed I left my bed light on and waited for Mum to come to say goodnight. I had a wank whilst waiting but resisted cuming.
A quiet knock and she came in.
She was wearing the same sweater as this evening without her bra. She had removed her skirt. The sweater came down to just the dark part of her stockings which she still wore. I could just make out her suspenders attached, the point I had reached just recently. And she still had her heels on. What a sight. Was it for my benefit? My erection became more intense as I smiled at her coming toward my bed.
Sitting beside me I had a view that I didn’t want to make to obvious, of her porcelain flesh just above her stockings as well as the suspenders. So I tried to look at her eyes whilst she clearly wanted to talk about a rather eventful day for her (let alone me).
She started by complaining about Dad and why he trounced off like he did too embarrassed to confront her challenge about another woman, and how she missed the cuddles and warmth and other intimacies she used to have with him. I noted her vagueness about intimacies. I responded by trying to calm her with assurances about him staying with Grandma but then regretted saying that given where my hopes lay. I then wondered about him and Grandma! Needless to say I kept this to myself.
Mum had got quite heated about him and completely forgot physical self and how delicious she looked. She now had inadvertently let her sweater creep further up her thighs. I naturally didn’t draw her attention to her heightened exposure but it sent me into a wonderful reverie. Her nipples were leaping about inside her sweater as she gesticulated her anger about him.
“If he is wandering Mum, what do you think you could do given that you are still a very attractive woman?
“Ian, it is lovely of you to say so but I just couldn’t. It would bust us up and we would lose the family. But do you really think I am attractive Ian? It could be you’re just being kind to me to stop me feeling so hurt.
I tried to reassure her and said I noticed how she attracted other men when she was out and about.
“Oh you’ve noticed that have you? I must admit I have too.”
“Well?”
“Well nothing Ian. I’m not going that way yet.”
“Yet?”
“Ian it’s not that bad. I have no proof he is onto other women. Anyway I came to give you a goodnight kiss not to moan about him. So how about it?”
She put the light out which surprised me and moved nearer to hug me like she had the other night. I quickly adjusted to the light from the street between the curtains and put my arms around her as she did me.
“Hold me tight Ian, I feel so lonely these days and you’re such a comfort, you don’t just realise how much. Here let me hug you.”
She did so. I immediately felt her breasts inside her sweater pressing hard against my chest. I was in a state of ecstasy at this but then she pushed me back onto my pillow so that I was horizontal. She moved over me and the sheet covering my waist just fell (or did she move it?) so that my hard prick was rubbing her sweater against her hard groin. Mum rubbed against me forward and back. She must surely know what she is doing.
“Oh Ian my dear love, I feel so close to you. I need you.”
Just then she moved her mouth toward mine from kissing my cheek and neck. She ran her lips with mine very lightly, from side to side. Intoxicated by this contact I opened my mouth very slightly.
Not knowing what this would conjure I was overcome as we rubbed against each other below. Then her tongue slipped into my mouth. I responded with mine and that was it – I shot my spunk into her sweater over her hard groin and pussy. As that was happening she stiffened and froze as she held me in her vice-like grip and spasmed. I didn’t realise what was happening to her then.
Slowly she came back to reality and sobbed in my arms.
“Oh Ian what have I done, how dreadful, I’m so sorry. Forgive me. Ian sleep, forget this happened. I’m so ashamed.”
I tried to hold on to her to say it was wonderful, not awful. She would not hear me and withdrew to her bedroom.
To be continued. . . . . . . . . .

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A little Surprise

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A Little Surprise
Moving was always hard, and the fact that we were moving to a new state was even harder. I was leaving all my friends and little did I know that would be the best thing in the world.
Chapter 1
The sunny was beaming down, with such fury that I could barely breath in the cramped car. We had been driving for over two days now. My parents were at their wits end from the endless driving. My brother hadn’t even said a word since the day he was told we were moving. He sat quietly, looking out the window.
I looked out the window as well. We had just entered the sunshine state about an hour ago. Mom told use a little while ago that we would reach our new house in about 10 minutes. Just the thought of the new house made me sick to my stomach. I want to go home to my house and friends, back to where things made sense.
“We’re here kids,” dad called out.
We pulled up into a short drive where a Victorian house stood. I hated it already.
“Come on,” mom said, “let’s have a look around.”
“I don’t want to look around. I want to go back to New York. I HATE IT HERE!!!” I screamed.
“TORI, don’t you raise your voice at you mother,” dad yelled out, “now apologize.”
I apologized to mom then ran down the road. I could feel the tears welding up in my eyes. Nothing seemed to be going right. I hated everything, the sun, the fresh air, everything. My world seemed to be closing in; the walls were enclosing and I couldn’t handle the pressure.
I blindly ran I didn’t see the girl in front of me walking; I crashed into her sending both of us onto the pavement.
“I’m sorry,” I was trying so hard to hold back my tears. But they came out like a rushing waterfall. The past few months of frustration finally caught up to me. I was finally letting it all out, everything that has up to this point I could no longer keep bottle up.
“It’s fine. I’m not hurt, are you….,” she looked up to meet my face. A look of sadness came over her face. “Hey, hey are you alright? Why are you crying? Are you hurt anywhere?” Her questions only made me cry harder.
She sat next to me, trying desperately to calm me down. After a few minutes she was successful in getting me calm. Once I was calmed, she helped me to my feet.
“I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you and my um… problem a little while ago” I stuttered.
“It’s fine. I’m Ashlee by the way. Ashlee Rice.” Her smile was genuine smile, which only made me feel sorrier than I already felt. I looked at her and saw that she was beautiful. She had long blond hair that was cut in layers, and her face was a nice pale not scary pale like most people. And she had crystal blue eyes, they were breath taking. She looked to be athletic because her body didn’t seem to have an ounce of fat on it and her breast looked to be about a large C. She had nice long legs and stood to be around 5’5”. If she had turned around she would have an ass like no other. Just standing in front of her made me feel incompetent.
I must have been staring because she asked if I was alright.
“Huh… oh yes… I’m fine now. Sorry, I’m Lisa. I just moved here and… um I was having some issues” I murmured.
“Nice to meet you, Lisa, and welcome to the neighborhood.”
Ashlee looked at this girl in front of her and the strangest feel wash over her. She just met her and she couldn’t help but want to know her more. This girl is cute, was all she could think about. Lisa seemed to have a voice of an angle and to see her on the ground crying was the cutest things ever. Ashlee thanked God that she ran into her first. Lisa was seriously hot. She stood about an inch taller than herself and had a head full of lushes brown wavy hair that stood cropped to her shoulders. And that chest blows her mind they had to be Ds maybe bigger.
Ashlee had a sudden urge of wanting to see this girl naked. But she pushed that emotion away; she scared herself at that sudden thought and want.
“So I have to go” Lisa’s words pulled Ashlee’s mind back to reality.
“Ok, you be careful on your way back home. I don’t want you to go into another fit of tears now,” Ashlee walked down the street for about a second before Lisa called her attention back towards her again.
“Hey Ashlee, What school do you go to?” Lisa asked. The question made Ashlee’s heart flutter for some unknown reason.
“I go to Smith High, how about you?” she answered.
“Same,” the thought of Ashlee going to the same school put all kinds of images in her head of befriending this girl, “maybe you can show me around?”
“Yeah, sure I’ll like that” A lot actually, I’ll like that a lot. Was all Ashlee was thinking about, she walked away smiling.
Chapter 2
A month had passed since the meeting between Lisa and Ashlee. And they had grown close to one another. They spent most of their time with each other. They did everything together, shopping, double dating, sleepover, everything. Even at school they were known as tweens.
Lisa was in fourth hour history, trying hard to pay attention, but it was a fail. She was just too excited. This weekend her parents were going out of town for a week and they were taking her brother with them. She was going to the whole house to herself. But the bonus was the fact that she would be on break the whole time they were away. They even said that she could invite Ashlee to stay the week with her so that she would be alone and could have full access to the car, as long as she put gas into the tank. It was going to the best break that she ever had, and the fact she could share her joy with Ashlee was even better.
The bell rung, Lisa grabbed her stuff and walked out the room. School was out. The pure excitement of this weekend was finally here. She practically ran to her locker and shoved everything inside. Ashlee was there a few minutes later to give her a ride home.
“Hey Ash, do you want to stay at my house tonight?” she asked.
“Yea, that would be awesome. Should I stop by my house to grab some clothes?”
“That’s fine”
We reached Ashlee’s house to find it was totally deserted. We walked up to her room. Her room had a punk rock/girly-girl theme to it. It only worked for Ashlee; I don’t think anyone else could pull it off better than Ashlee.
Then again Ash did mention that she wanted to be a fashion designer. She’s going to make one hell of a designer, I thought. Ashlee had grabbed a duffle bag and began to stuff some pjs and other clothes into the bag. Then went into the bathroom and grabbed some toiletries. While she was doing that Lisa had sat at the computer and noticed it was on. Clicking the mouse she found a web browser open. What she saw was surprising it was a porn site, which wouldn’t have been her surprising, hell she watched porn sometime. It was more what the site showed. It was an all-girl porn site and what showed now was two women in a 69 position.
Crazy thoughts were running in her head, Is Ashlee bisexual, gay or just curious? What is with this site? Can they actually do that? I wonder how it feels to do that. Wait, how do I feel about this? What am I going to do? All these thoughts formed in my head. When I heard Ashlee coming out the bathroom I closed out the site and shut the computer off.
“Alright I’m ready to go…” she looked at me and gave me a funny look. Shit does she know what just happened. God, I’m some turned on right now and I don’t know why. “You ok over there Lisa?”
“Yea I’m fine, you ready to go?” I tried to cover up my nerviness. She still had a funny look on her face, but otherwise believed me.
“Ok let’s go” a wave of relief wash over me as if I was caught doing something I shouldn’t have. We left Ashlee’s house and head for mine.
Chapter 3
The car ride was awkward we didn’t really say anything to each other. When we finally reach my house, I started to relax, and told myself that I was being silly for think my best Ashlee was gay. And even if she was that isn’t going to change our relationship with each other.
After opening up the door, she called out to see if anyone was home and she could only here the echo of her own voice bouncing of the walls.
“They must have left already” she shrugged.
“What do you mean they already left? Did they go somewhere?” She asked.
“Yea, it was going to be a surprise but they already left and they said that you could stay the whole week if you want. So do you want to?”
“Hell yeah I will. You should have told me earlier I would have brought more clothes.” She laughed and play pushed me. I pushed back than it went from playful shoving to a friendly wrestling.
We ended up in the living room I was on the bottom squiring underneath her. I tried to left up my lower body and roll her over so I could be on top. But she was heavier and stronger than me since she played all kinds of sports. When she tried to grab my hand to pin them do so she could win, I resorted to the last possible move that I could think of.
I leaned forward and kiss her right on the lips which stunted her enough long enough for me to switch the positions, were I was on top. I pinned her hands down to indicate my victory. I laughed so hard at the confused look on her face as she finally realized what happened. When she finally came to an understanding she looked mad as hell and told me to get off.
The first thing you learn about Ashlee, was she can be quite competitive in any sport or game that she participated in and would get mad when someone would cheat or use the lazy way of winning.
“That’s not fair. You cheated” she stated.
“Ha-ha… all is fair in love and war” I laughed.
She was still mad and asked me to get off of her. But I stay just like we were and took in my first winning against her.
“Can you please get off Lisa” she looked pissed.
“Umm let’s see umm… that would a no” I laughed.
“Come on let me up, your heavy” she whined.
“No I think I’m going to torture you for a bit” I teased.
She looked frighten as I moved one of my hands towards her sides. I then began to tickle her sides. I watched her laugh and try to pull away from my hand. She was moving all over the place trying to get away and then her leg broke free and hit me between my legs. The contact was surprising and shocking but somehow pleasant. I was getting turn on by just that simple gesture. It felt good and I wanted more, so I real got into tickling her, to the point where her legs would repeatedly hit me on my pussy. She went unnoticed of was really going on with me or so I thought.
I was tickling her so much that she was turning red. Once I saw the color change in her face I stopped tickling so she could catch her breathe. When she finally calmed down, she asked if I was ready. I didn’t understand her meaning until I found myself on my back. She had rolled us over where she was on top.
“Now it’s my turn to torture you” she smiled. She got an evil look in her eyes and her smile didn’t ease my uneasiness. She lowers her head towards mine. Her lips were so close that I could smell her lip gloss. She closed the small space between our lips and when they touched. I almost melted the kiss was slow and soft. It was so much better than kiss a boy. I wanted more. I wanted her to touch and caress me in such a way that I would scream her name and then do the same to her.
The kiss grew more passionate and deep that I was moaning into her mouth. Her hands were roaming my body the paused and then started to caress my breast with such ease I could barely feel it. She let go of my hands she had pinned above my head.
I pressed her body into mine hoping I could absorb her. We broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes. I could see lust in her and could only hope she saw the same in mine.
Chapter 4
“Lisa are you sure you want to do this with me?” she asked looking doubtful that this was really happening.
“Yes, I’m sure do you not want to?” I asked hoping the answer would be a no. She smiled and looked down at me with something else in her eyes I couldn’t tell what it was, but I knew I was happy. And I didn’t want to let it go just yet.
“Yes, I want to do this” She answered and then lowered her head again for a deep kiss that seemed to be more passionate then the last one.
She lifted up and pulled her shirt over her head. She was wearing a black laced bra. Which she unclipped from the front to let her breast free. Her perfect Cs hung graceful, they screamed lick me. I reached up a grabbed the right breast that I careful knead. The touch caused her to moan loudly. I grabbed the other breast and stuck it into my mouth. I sucked and flicked the nipple with my tongue. I gentle bit her nipple, and her moan grew louder and I could hear her breathing getting louder with each lick.
After a few more moments, I replaced my hand on her right breast with my mouth. I was slowly driving her crazy. I raised my head from her breast to meet her lip for a hot kiss. I felt her tongue gentle press against my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to allow her tongue pass to meet mine. I gentle massaged her tongue with mine and slowly sucked.
All while were having a kissing match, she pushes me gentle back down and starts to fill me up. I could feel her hand grabbing at my breast slowly and painful kneading them. I could hardly contain myself. I want her to touch my bare skin; I want to feel her soft skin against mine.
She must have read my mine because she than lifted up my shirt and unsnap my bra. I then grabbed her and start to tear at her pants. I want her pussy in my mouth we were going painful slow. I WANTED her now. The urge to have was too great to go slow. Once I got her pants and she had mine off as well, I climbed on top of her and began to work my way down her body. Keeping in mind I had no idea what I was doing but I felt that had to make her mine. I slowly kissed my way downward until I came face to face with her pussy, which was oozing with her juices. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to her outer lips. I could hear her breath catch as I worked her outer lips. I gentle sucked a fat lip into my mouth and could taste her sweet juices. I spread here lips apart and stuck my tongue and licked her up in down.
She placed her hands on my head and pushed my face father in. Which only made me confident I opened her wider and straighten out my tongue than rammed it into her hot little hole. She was so tight; I could feel her walls squeezing my tongue. She became speechless, from the excitement I was giving her. I moved my tongue in and out of her while rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger of my other hand. I could feel her juices flowing freely on to my face as I her to the brink of her orgasm. However I didn’t want her to cum yet I removed my tongue from her pussy, her protest was great. I kissed my way back up her body and kissed her so she could taste herself on my lips.
She eagerly sucked on my bottom lip and we kissed. I then rammed two fingers in to dripping hole and rubbed her G-spot and pumped my fingers in and out she began to hump my hand as I picked up the pace. I was fingering her so fast and hard her moans turn into screams. I could feel her contracting and then explode with a powerful orgasm. I slowly worked her down from her high then removed my fingers completely.
We were both sweaty and Ashlee was just catching her breath but I was too impatient to wait. I need to get off fast before I busted with sex fury. I spread Ashlee’s leg and so that I could put my pussy on top of hers. I began to grind our pussies together; Ashlee quickly recovered and began to move her hips in time with mine. The feel was incredible; the slickness between our pussies was too great. I moved my hips faster and harder as I could feel a powerful orgasm coming. I moaned and panted as I increased the pace. I reached in between us and rubbed my clit as fast as I could.
I pushed hard against Ashlee and came all over; the orgasm was so powerful it made Ashlee cum again, which made me cum once more. Now spent I moved next to Ashlee and held her in my arms. We both fell asleep on the living room floor.
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Bus Ride Home

It had been a long day at the debate tournament. After hours and hours of intense competition, the Bayside High School debate team had taken home top honors and were exhausted from a day of competing and celebrating. This was the state meet after all.
Sitting in the back of the bus, Leigh and Jasmine were starting to snooze but for some reason, Jasmine couldn’t quite fall asleep. Maybe it was that she was the top debater in the state at that point (some would call her the master debater) or maybe because her cute 17-year old Asian girlfriend Leigh was sitting right next to her asleep on her shoulder.
Jasmine longed to be able to hold her like she did every night at their “slumber parties”, but there was the problem of the boyfriend. Ken and Leigh had been dating for a few months now and on the surface, she was crazy about him. Really, though, Leigh’s legs quivered for Jasmine’s touch.
“Fuck it,” thought Jasmine. “She looks so good in her skirt, I just want to rip it off.” She laughed to herself at the thought of getting naked with her secret girlfriend right now, especially since the debate coach Miss Robbins was sitting in the seat next to them across the aisle. “If only it were darker,” thought Jasmine.
As if reading her mind, Leigh stirred a little and looked up at the Arabic beauty that was Jasmine. She was definitely glowing after winning the championship, but Jasmine didn’t need any help to look hot. She was 5’6”, bronze skinned and her long dark hair hung in loose curls. Her top was one size too small, but that’s how Jasmine liked it. She was blessed with 34Cs and liked to show them off in her skimpy yet sophisticated business suit at debate contests. This definitely teased the boys.and the girls.
“You awake?” whispered Jasmine as she looked down at Leigh. Leigh was 5’4” with dark black short hair and green eyes. She blushed and looked up.
“Yeah…I couldn’t sleep,” said Leigh.
“Something on your mind?”
Leigh giggled a little bit and Jasmine knew exactly what she meant. “Are you sad that Ken’s not here?” asked Jasmine with a bit of resentment in her voice. She hated that her girlfriend had a boyfriend.
“No. I’ve got everything I need, right here,” she smiled as she took Jasmine’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. The feeling of Leigh’s soft warm hand on Jasmine’s gave her tingles under her tight pencil skirt. “Fuck. Why did I choose such a tight skirt?” laughed Jasmine just under breath, speaking only as loudly as she needed to for Leigh to hear her.
Leigh grabbed Jasmine’s hand and put it on her knee, on top of her skirt. “Lucky for you, I didn’t,” she smiled. Jasmine’s flower blossomed in heat under her skirt. “Why would you tease me with Miss Robbins right there?” she shot back, more upset that she couldn’t tackle Leigh right there and then than the fact that their debate coach was sleeping two feet away.
Leigh got a dirty look on her face and grinned. “Did I mention I’m not wearing any panties?” Jasmine looked at her and smiled. “Oh, really now?”
Jasmine picked up Leigh’s skirt over her knee and slid her hand in, down her thigh. The heat of Leigh’s pussy made Jasmine’s hand sweat.
“Wow. You weren’t kidding,” smirked Jasmine.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been together,” said Leigh. “I was hoping tonight would be the night, so I shaved it for you,” she grinned teasingly as she licked her lips.
“You know me so well,” she whispered into Leigh’s ear. Her hand still inches away from her pussy under her skirt. She shifted to move closer to Leigh, their bodies touching each other as Jasmine’s lips grazed Leigh’s ear.
“So then you know that I want you now. Right now,” whispered Jasmine as sexily as she knew how. Leigh blushed. “Now? Miss Robbins is right there. I was just kidding before.”
“So? It’s not like she can see under your skirt. Plus, she’s asleep,” smiled Jasmine devilishly as she traced the lips of her pussy. Leigh let out a light whimper as Jasmine’s dark skin rubbed against her cherry blossom.
“I-I-I don’t think we should do this here,” Leigh half-whispered out loud, talking more to herself than Jasmine. “This isn’t the place.”
Jasmine ignored her and started massaging Leigh’s clit. She continued to disregard what Leigh was saying as she worked it over expertly, being a master ‘bater after all.
Leigh’s soft cries of pleasure were the only noises going on besides the soft hum of the bus engine. She worried that they would get caught, so she tried to push Jasmine away.
“Stop Jasmine. It’s not right.”
“That’s not what your hot pussy is telling me,” she grinned as she dipped her finger into her juices, spreading them around over her cunt. Jasmine kept up the pace, never holding back just as she had done earlier in the final rounds of debate competition.
Leigh couldn’t fight it anymore as her body gave in to the Arabic princess sitting next to her. She leaned back and spread her legs open, giving Jasmine more access by sliding her skirt up higher.
Jasmine slowly inserted a finger into Leigh’s cunt, stretching it open lightly, knowing that that is exactly how Leigh liked it.
Thankfully at that time, the bus was driving over a rocky road so Leigh’s sudden moan went on deaf ears. Jasmine’s free hand pulled Leigh’s short hair away from her ear as she leaned in to whisper, “If you do that again, we’re going to get caught.”
Leigh answered, “I can’t help it. Your finger feels soooooo good in my pussy.” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she was talking because Jasmine continued to enter her cunt over and over again.
“You know what would feel better?” grinned Jasmine, that devilish look in her eye.
“You didn’t!” quipped Leigh, her juices at a high under the frequent touching of Jasmine.
“I always do,” winked Jasmine as she pulled out of Leigh temporarily to lean over for her backpack. “Never leave home without it,” she giggled. She unzipped the backpack and looked around in it before coming out with a 6” vibrator. It was Leigh’s favorite.
Leigh’s eyes widened as she saw the blue toy come out of Jasmine’s backpack. “No,” she mouthed. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Jasmine leaned closer to her and smiled. “Open up,” as she took the toy and slid it back under her skirt. Leigh’s juices allowed for the tip of it to slide easily into her, spreading her tight asian pussy lips around the fat head.
Before Leigh could spoil their fun with an outburst, Jasmine put her free finger up to her mouth. “No no no,” she warned. “We don’t want to wake anyone.”
Leigh nodded as the vibrator continued to enter her, filling up her small Asian cunt rather quickly. Jasmine slowly pulled it out to the tip, waiting for Leigh to beg her to put it back inside of her. “Not until you tell me you want it,” said Jasmine as she held the vibrator (which wasn’t on vibrate yet) almost completely out of the Asian’s pussy.
“I want it,” whispered Leigh, quickly and shyly.
“You want what?” grinned Jasmine, her own pussy getting wet in her tight pencil skirt. She loved having the power.
“I-I-I want it more,” said Leigh, still embarrassed to admit what she wanted.
“I still don’t know what you want” smirked Jasmine as she slowly moved the toy side to side at the entrance of Leigh’s pussy.
“Just do it!” she groaned, loving the attention that Ken didn’t know how to give her. “I want it!”
“Not until you say, please,” said Jasmine sternly, assuming the position of aggressor, adding a little bit more intensity behind the side to side strokes of the 6” toy.
“Fuck me,” whimpered Leigh, her aching pussy wanting the toy back inside of her. “Please?” she said with a smile.
Jasmine couldn’t hold it anymore, and as a slight buzzing sound filled the bus, she plunged the vibrator deep into Leigh’s longing wet pussy.
“Is this what you want?” said Jasmine as she slid easily in and out of Leigh’s wetness. “I think it is,” she smiled, continuing her intense motions inside Leigh while she licked her ear, nibbling her earlobe.
Leigh was in heaven. All she could do was keep herself from moaning out loud. Jasmine was in her element right now, working her pussy over so well. She had never even let Ken get this close to her. The most they had done was make out, but his hands never touched her like Jasmine was touching her.
She didn’t realize that her legs were spread as open as they were under her skirt, allowing Jasmine to prod more with the buzzing toy between her legs. The repeated assault on her cunt left her speechless, wishing she could let out her true feelings at that moment. Unfortunately, there were too many people on the bus, especially her teacher.
Jasmine could feel Leigh’s legs twitch and her eyes were glowing a bright green like they usually did before she was about to cum. Jasmine licked Leigh’s ear as she began to whisper, “You’re close, aren’t you?”
Leigh only nodded, unable to open her mouth afraid it would result in a scream that would wake the whole bus.
Jasmine grinned at the control she had over Leigh. She always knew that Leigh would choose her over Ken if it came down to it, and this would definitely be a reason why. She slowly slid the vibrator out of Leigh, turned it off, and immediately replaced it with three slender fingers, fucking her tight pussy like it had never been fucked before.
Leigh’s body started trembling at Jasmine’s touch. She was feeling things she had never felt before, her clit and cunt feeling like they were both about to explode any second. She wasn’t sure if it was Jasmine’s beauty, her fingers fucking here, or the fact that any second Miss Robbins could wake up and catch them, but something was making Leigh’s brewing orgasm feel like it was going to be the best one sver he’s had.
“I-I-I think I’m cumming,” whispered Leigh as quietly as she could in that moment. Jasmine didn’t stop the attack on Leigh’s insides with her fingers, and in a few seconds, Leigh’s pussy tightened around Jasmine’s fingers as her body quivered and released its juices all over.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” whined Leigh as she could feel her body cum.
Jasmine grinned, satisfied. Her girlfriend looked so hot when she came.
Jasmine then pulled her fingers out of Leigh’s dripping wet pussy. They were covered.
“Wow. That was a lot,” teased Jasmine, her hand covered in Leigh’s wetness. Leigh blushed as she used her skirt to try and clean up the mess by patting it down over her heated cunt.
Jasmine didn’t notice Leigh’s attempt to clean up, though, because she was still fucking horny. She looked Leigh straight in the eye as she took her fingers and licked them off, one by one. “Fuck, you taste good,” groaned Jasmine as she licked her fingers clean.
Leigh grabbed a pillow from the floor and put it behind her head. “Thanks for that, Jasmine” she smiled, grabbing her thigh affectionately. “Now, I think I need to sleep. That left me kind of exhausted.” She shuffled around a little bit and got comfortable, her eyes closing.
“Damn it,” thought Jasmine. “We still have a half hour left on this trip.”
She looked down at her backpack. “Good thing I have more toys in my bag,” she grinned.
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Wendy and Miss West V

It was Monday afternoon and Wendy was walking home from college reliving in her mind the events of Thursday evening. She had been forced by Miss West to make an acquaintance with a young girl in a small changing room in a local shop. She had enjoyed it in a twisted kind of way. First she was humiliated but soon she became turned on a she made a connection with the naive shop assistant.
She knew she had a full week to wait until she would be required by Miss West again. Her knickers became damp as she thought of all the experiences she had endured over the last week. She wondered what Miss West would have installed for her at the weekend.
As she walked through the front door of her family home she could see her mum in the kitchen and heard her talking to another female. Wendy was so caught up in her own thoughts that it wasn’t until she got right in to the kitchen that she realised her Mum was talking to Sandra!
Sandra smiled at Wendy as she noticed Wendy colouring up. Wendy was dumbstruck. From Sandra’s reaction Wendy knew for certain that it had been her that had been so eager to tongue her ass hole whilst she was blindfolded and tethered in a room of strangers. Wendy tried to leave the room but Sandra began a bombardment of questions that demanded more than a simple one word answer. Wendy knew her mum would expect her to be polite so she had to stay and chat so as not to raise suspicion.
What had Sandra told my Mum?! Wendy thought… Why is she here?!
Wendy struggled to answer a single question without fumbling her words in her nervousness. She answered politely but avoided eye contact with Sandra. Wendy’s mum asked her if everything was ok. Why are you acting so strange she enquired! Wendy brushed aside the comments.
From the living room Wendy heard the telephone ringing. She made a move towards the door.
“No, no. It’s ok Wendy I am expecting a call. Keep Sandra company for two minutes while I get it.”
Wendy wanted to curl up and hide! She felt so silly now been in front of Sandra in such ‘normal’ circumstances. Sandra knew so much more about her than Wendy wanted anybody to know! She had seen her at her most vulnerable. She had seen her giving oral sex to several women. She had seen her been whipped and punished with a crop for disobeying her employer. She had seen her handcuffed, blindfolded and gagged! She had had her ass hole licked by her! She had been forced to do so many humiliating things in front of this friend of her mums.
“There, there Wendy, no need to be scared. Remember it’s our little secret. I did wonder if you knew it was me lapping at your lovely little ass. You seemed to be enjoying t if I remember correctly! You taste so good!”
Wendy couldn’t believe Sandra was talking about it so openly. Wendy was so embarrassed but Sandra just didn’t seem to mind about what had happened the last time they had met.
“Wendy, take off your knickers and give them to me! Quickly!”
Wendy looked up in astonishment. “Pardon!” She replied.
“Quickly Wendy! We don’t want your mum to know do we!”
Wendy wasn’t used to taking orders from anybody but Miss West but she feared what Sandra may tell her mum if she didn’t cooperate. She thought about it for another second then quickly lifted her cotton skirt and slipped her knickers down her legs, scrunched them up tightly and handed them abruptly to Sandra. Sandra smiled as she took them from her. She unfolded them and laid them on the table.
“No! Please hide them my mum might come back any second!”
Sandra stroked the knickers softly and looked back at Wendy with a smile. “Can I keep these Wendy?”
“If you must! Just hide them somewhere before we get caught!” Wendy replied in a sulky tone.
Wendy’s mum hung up the receiver just loud enough for Sandra to hear it. She gathered up Wendy’s knickers in her hands and held them out of sight under the table.
“You two ok?” She asked inquisitively. “It’s very quiet in here!”
“Oh, we are both fine.” Replied Wendy; still quite flustered.
Wendy took her opportunity to leave and dashed up to her room.
Sandra got comfy on her stool again, still clutching Wendy’s knickers, and leaned into Wendy’s mum. “How’s your sex life these days Monica?”
“Sandra!”
“Oh come on! We know each other well enough to talk about it! Are you getting plenty?!”
“Sandra you are filthy! But, since you asked! Erm, how should I say this…. We’ve been married for 19 years now so I suppose I get as much as can be expected!”
“So not much then!” Sandra replied mockingly.
“Well, no, I suppose not much”. Monica replied embarrassed.
“You know, this may sound weird, but I’m in this, what should I call it…. a special club!” Sandra said with a grin on her face.
“Sandra you slut!” Monica whispered in astonishment. “Are you a swinger!!”
“No, not exactly. It doesn’t really involve couples or anything. It’s just a group of like minded people who meet up every now and again!”
“And do what!” Monica replied completely intrigued.
“Well, we have sex!”
“Why on earth are you telling me this Monica!”
“Well maybe you should come along some time. You seem all tense. It would do you good!”
“Oh I don’t think so! I couldn’t possibly cheat on my husband! I haven’t looked at another man in years!”
“Well, that’s the thing Sandra….. there are no men in this club!”
“Sandra! Are you a lesbian!?”
“Not really a lesbian. I just enjoy the eroticness of what we do! I still like men, this is just a bit of a break from the norm!”
“Sandra I am totally shocked at you! I can’t believe what you are saying.”
“Monica it’s not such a big deal. We meet up. It’s all a big secret. Nobody discusses it outside the circle of friends. We have a bit of fun for a couple of hours every week or so and that’s it. We get on with our lives and boyfriends and husbands! It’s so exciting. All the women are beautiful and genuinely nice people. You shouldn’t knock it until you have tried it. It might be just what you need!”
“I couldn’t possibly Sandra. I would be so embarrassed with complete strangers looking at me and…”
Sandra broke in. “Well that’s just it. On your first night you have to be blindfolded to ensure no one knows you and that you are genuine about joining the club, so you wouldn’t have to worry about anybody looking at you because you can’t see them, so there is nothing to be shy about!.”
A surprised; “Oh.” Was all Monica could muster.
“I’ll call you next week Monica.”
Sandra stood up and walked out of the door to allow Wendy’s mum to think about it.
***
The weekend soon came round. On Friday afternoon Miss West phoned Wendy and instructed her to be at her house at exactly 9 am on Saturday morning. She gave her directions to her house and told her to expect to be there until 8 pm on Sunday evening.
This gave Wendy a problem. She wasn’t allowed to stay out overnight normally. She phoned a few friends and found one that would back up her story.
She worked on her mum and dad for several hours and eventually they agreed she could stay out for the night.
***
Rachel called Miss West on Friday evening after work to make sure it was ok for her to pick up her shoes. Miss West told her she had a busy day so told her to be there for 8.30 am. Rachel, still quite nervous about talking to Miss West, had agreed to be there.
***
Rachel was very nervous about turning up to Miss West’s house. She had got up early, showered and put on a summer dress. She didn’t know why she was making an effort; she was only going to pick up some shoes! It was just that Miss West had seemed so powerful and dominant that she had a sexual presence that Rachel had never seen before. The whole experience had been so intimate and sexy that she was turned on by the thought of seeing Miss West again.
She parked her car on the long drive way to Miss West’s mansion and walked slowly to the door.
She rang the door bell and after several seconds it was opened by Miss West dressed in a black silk night gown.
Miss West smiled at Rachel, thanked her for coming and invited her in. Rachel didn’t expect to be asked in but she couldn’t say no! She was lured by Miss West who looked stunning as the gown clung to her body.
“Would you like a drink before I get your shoes Rachel?”
“Oh, no thank you.” Rachel replied politely. As she followed Miss West into the kitchen.
“Would you like a tour of my house instead then?”
“Erm…” Rachel was quite nervous and wondered why Miss West didn’t just get her the shoes! “No thank you. It looks very nice though!” She continued.
Miss West moved close to Rachel and stood directly in front of her. “Would you like to call me Miss West?” She inquired.
Rachel was shocked. She knew that was what Wendy had to call her and Rachel knew what else she had to do!
“Errr, I don’t know.” Rachel replied sheepishly.
“Why don’t we try!?”
“Ok.” Rachel said quite scared.
“Rachel, feed me one of those strawberries!” Miss West pointed to the side where there was a small bowl of fresh fruit.
“OK, Miss West.” Rachel whispered her reply feeling quite silly.
She took a strawberry and offered it to Miss West mouth. Her mouth opened slowly and allowed Rachel to place it gently between her lips. As Miss West took it she managed to get a quick touch of Rachel’s fingers with her lips.
Rachel felt the touch and a shiver shot threw her body. She knew now Miss West was trying to get to her. Her heart raced like never before.
“Good Rachel. Did you enjoy calling me by my name?”
“Yes, kind of….Miss West.”
“Good. Come. Follow me.” Miss West instructed.
Rachel was in turmoil. She had come for her shoes. Now she asked herself if that was all she had come for. She was so intrigued with Miss West. She felt almost jealous of Wendy and the fact that she belonged to Miss West. Did she want the same for herself?! She was so nervous and couldn’t believe she was allowing herself to be drawn into Miss West’s secrets.
Miss West walked off through the house and Rachel found herself following like a pet dog.
They walked into a large room which had mirrors and a dressing table and a walk in wardrobe. There was another door at the far end of the room which was closed.
“Stand in front of the mirror Rachel.”
She did as she was told without speaking.
“Rachel why don’t you say, ‘Yes Miss West, anything for you,’ when I ask you to do something. I think that would be nice. Don’t you?!”
Rachel thought for a second. Miss West did want her like she wanted Wendy! She wanted to dominate her! She must find me attractive and sexy! Rachel was so pleased that she was admired and her whole body felt hot in anticipation.
“OK Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West felt so horny now she had this new girl in her dressing room that was obviously curious.
Miss West opened the wardrobe door to display an array of shoes. Rachel could see her shoes.
“There are your shoes Rachel. Feel free to take them and leave. Or if you like, why don’t you try on some of the other shoes to see if they suit you. I bet you would look really sexy in those!” Miss West pointed to a pair of high heeled black shoes.
Rachel blushed at Miss West’s compliment, she knew this was it. This was the deciding moment. Stay or go. Take her shoes and leave, or stay and be sure to be taken advantage of by another woman!
Rachel walked towards the lines of shoes. Miss West watched in anticipation to see which shoes she would go for. She smiled widely as Rachel picked up the black shoes. She watched as Rachel removed her shoes and carefully buckled up the stilettos.
Rachel stood up and admired the shoes in the mirror.
“Very nice Rachel. You look gorgeous. Pull up your dress up a little so I can see your long legs!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” Rachel couldn’t believe those words were coming from her mouth. She felt so naughty.
“I know!” Said Miss West. “Why don’t I blindfold you and put some shoes on you. Then it will be a surprise when you see them!”
“Ok Miss West.”
Miss West went to a draw and pulled out a silk blindfold. She walked behind Rachel and carefully placed it over her eyes. Rachel felt so nervous but so sexy too. A rich attractive lady wanted to take advantage of her because she was sexy! Her body felt electric and she shuddered every time Miss West made the slightest contact. She was so pleased that nobody knew what she was up to though!
Miss West stood back and admired her new toy as she stood so vulnerable in her dressing room. She knew that Rachel would wilt to everything she asked her to. She just had to take her time and not make her do anything that may be too sudden or use words which would make it obvious as to what was happening. She couldn’t just tell her to strip off and get on the bed! This may scare Rachel away. She had to be subtle and undress her slowly, almost by accident.
“OK. Lets try these.” Miss West said swapping the stilettos with another pair of high heels. She didn’t allow Rachel to see them. “Actually no, I don’t think those are right. Ah, I know.” Miss West deliberately picked a pair of boots this time. They were boots she had got from a sex shop. They were black and exceptionally high. They would come to above Rachel’s knees. The shoes were removed and Miss West began to put the boots on Rachel’s slim legs.
She put Rachel’s feet in to each boot but then pretended to struggle to fasten the long zips.
Rachel could feel that they were boots that were been put on her. She had never worn any this high before. She would probably look like a hooker she thought!
Miss West continued with her fake struggles. “I know. Pull your dress up higher so I can see what I’m doing Rachel.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.” She pulled her dress up cautiously to mid way up her thighs.
Miss West was on her knees at Rachel’s feet. She continued with the zip and got a little further up Rachel’s beautiful legs.
“I can’t really see properly. Pull your dress higher.” As Rachel’s knickers came in to view Miss West asked for more. “A little more Rachel. Keep going.”
She was now stood blindfolded with her dress pulled up to her waist. She knew she was showing her underwear, but she knew that was the only way Miss West could see what she was doing. She lied to herself.
Miss West took time to admire Rachel’s form. She looked so sexy. She was slim and toned and her knickers were tight to her body.
Miss West zipped the boots to just below Rachel’s knees.
“Nearly there Rachel. These look fantastic on you! I just need you to hold the top of the boots together so I can zip them right to the top. Oh, you can’t, you don’t have any free hands! Why don’t you take your dress off then you won’t need to hold it up then you’ll have free hands to help me!” Miss West explained, giving Rachel an excuse to undress herself.
“Oh, OK Miss West. That makes sense!” Rachel went along with the excuse. She reached up above her head still grasping the dress. Her body came into Miss West’s view for the first time. She was wearing matching bra and knickers. They were white cotton with little pink spots on them. She looked so young with her slim body and cute underwear. Rachel was so aroused now that her nipples stood high and hard on her pert breasts. What little hair she had on her body stood on end atop of her goose bumps. She now understood a little of what Wendy must have felt like being paraded around the shop naked!
She dropped the dress on the floor to her side. Miss West zipped up the boots with very little assistance from Rachel.
“Oh my! Oh my little Rachel you look delightful!”
Rachel smiled with nervous excitement at being praised by another woman in this way.
“Can I look at myself Miss West, please?”
“No.” Was the only reply she got.
This knocked Rachel back a little. She thought that was the plan! Why couldn’t she look at herself?!
“I think those boots would look even better if you were completely naked Rachel!” Mrs West informed her. “Why don’t you take off your knickers and bra?”
Rachel lowered her head as if to look to the floor. She knew she was blushing. “Erm, no, I don’t want to take my underwear off Miss West.” She said shyly.
“Well, if you are sure. Why don’t you get dressed and leave then?”
“Oh! Er I don’t know?”
“Well it’s easy Rachel. Stay and take off your underwear or get dressed and go! Which is it to be? I just want to see what those boots look like on you without the underwear! That’s all!”
Rachel knew she wanted to stay she just didn’t want to admit it out loud.
“Oh I really don’t know what I want to do! Maybe I should leave.”
Rachel hoped Miss West would not agree!
“Why don’t I make the decision easier for you Rachel? If I tie your hands behind your back then you will have to let me decide. Maybe I will dress you or maybe I will undress you! What do you think darling?”
“OK Miss West, anything for you! It’s your house after all.” Rachel felt a rush of excitement inside. She knew now she was to be stripped and made to be stood naked in front of another woman. She felt so exhilarated.
Rachel felt her seducer stood close behind her.
“In fact Rachel I will need to take your bra off before I tie your hands or I won’t be able to take it off. If you don’t mind I’ll just take it off now!” Miss West began to unclasp the bra. Rachel made no objection and allowed Miss West to continue. As it left her breasts her nipples felt so hard. Rachel was so turned on. She was being undressed by another person for the first time. Her exposed body burned in anticipation. The bra slid down her arms and dropped to the floor. Miss West grabbed a wrist one at a time and placed them behind her narrow back. Rachel held them in place for them to be tied.
Miss West used a strip of silk to bind them together.
“You look so pretty stood there semi naked Rachel, all tied up and defenceless.” Miss West told her as she stood back and admired her young body.
Rachel stood motionless. Too scared to move or talk. She knew Miss West would be examining her naked skin. She clenched her fists in nervousness.
“I think I will take your knickers off now Rachel to make you completely naked. I will be able to see your vagina then.”
Rachel tried to smile politely but was too nervous. With slightly bent legs her left knee moved in front of her right in a futile effort to cover herself in preparedness for her revealing.
Miss West moved closer to her, admiring her pretty face as it showed how scared she was. As Miss West bent down at Rachel’s knees she put a hand on her tender right thigh. It was hot and sweaty.
“Rachel why are you so nervous!? Don’t you want me to see you completely naked!? Don’t you want me to be able do anything I want to your sexual organs?!”
These words sent Rachel’s head into a dilemma. She couldn’t find any words to reply. She wanted to say ‘No!’ She was so scared now. Her lips wouldn’t move. She sobbed instead. It was an uncontrolled emotion. This didn’t put Miss West off. She knew what young girls wanted deep down.
She slowly slipped her fingers into Rachel’s tight knickers. She didn’t go for the waist band. Instead she went up through the leg holes so her fingers went close to Rachel’s vagina. Rachel flinched as their skins touched and a wonderful feeling past through her body as Miss West’s fingers disappeared into her panties. She carefully pulled the fabric out, allowing air onto Rachel’s hot loins. She slowly began to pull them down revealing Rachel centimetre by centimetre.
As the thin knickers past her vagina Rachel exhaled for the first time in forty seconds. She had not been able to breathe. She had held her breathe and only concentrated her nerve endings. Each change in direction, each twinge of a hair each slight touch of skin on skin had sent a wave of pleasure through her entire body. Her mind had guided her body to enjoy the tenderness which Miss West had demonstrated. Her vagina was moist. As Miss West looked up, she continued to guide the knickers down her legs, she could see a bead of juice glistening from Rachel’s labia. She smiled as she realised how turned on the young girl was. She knew she was ready for the taking. Rachel stepped out of her knickers and once again felt Miss West’s eyes as she studied her nakedness.
Rachel was breathing deeply now. Her chest was rising and lowering fast, her tummy was up and down as she tried to control it. She knew Miss West would see how nervous she was.
Miss West put an arm around Rachel’s waist and led her to the door at the far end of the room. If Rachel could have seen she would have seen a large bed in the centre of the room. There was only a bed. No wardrobes, cupboards or draws. The bed had white sheets and brass posts on each corner. Miss West stood Rachel next to the bed and stood back to admire. Her eyes roamed Rachel’s body. It was beautiful. Rachel knew she was been watched. She felt shy and scared. What was going to happen to her now? Could she cope with it? Would she want to run?!
Miss West moved closer and used her manicured nails to trace patterns on Rachel’s body and legs. This sent shivers all over Rachel’s body. Her legs nearly gave way several times and many whimpers left her lips as she melted from the inside.
As Miss West had anticipated the door bell rang. She knew it would be Wendy. Rachel jumped at the sound of the bell.
“Who’s that!” She inquired.
“I’m not telepathic.” You wait here while I answer it. “In fact I don’t want you peeping at those boots! Lay on the bed!” Miss West ordered, pushing Rachel backwards onto the soft sheets. Rachel screamed at being pushed. She was relived when her fall was broken by the bed. She hadn’t realised they were in a bedroom.
She shifted back on the bed and sat there feeling quite uncomfortable at the thought of being naked and exposed. The boots were the only thing hiding any of her as she lay on another woman’s bed!
These boots must make me look like a prostitute she thought to herself. She felt dirty.
“Lay back further. Lay on the bed properly!”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Rachel heard Miss West’s steps as she left the room. She thought about removing the blindfold to see where she was. Before she had chance to act on her instincts Miss West returned. She had been back to the dressing room to get some restraints.
“Rachel. Don’t worry but just so you can’t remove your blindfold I need to tie your wrists to the bed posts. It’s no big deal.”
Rachel didn’t struggle as Miss West released her restraints to re position them, one to each post. She wanted to say no but her mouth and lust betrayed her. She would be left so defenceless. Miss West would be able to do anything to her!
Miss West left to answer the door and Rachel put up a fake struggle to her restraints, her body writhing and twisting on the bed.
***
Wendy was so excited to be allowed to Miss West’s house so soon after meeting her. What did she have installed for her?! Who would be there? How many women would be she forced to please? What degrading things would these women want to do to her?! She also knew there was a chance Rachel could be coming round to pick up her shoes! She had felt so attracted to Rachel after just knowing her for an hour or so in a cramped changing room!
Miss West welcomed her in to her house. Wendy was not disappointed. This was no social meeting. As soon as she got over the thresh hold she was told to strip. Miss West watched closely as Wendy peeled off her clothes. Wendy was now used to being naked in front of Miss West and it was more a pleasure than a chore. She kept eye contact with her boss as she stripped with a cheeky smile on her face.
“OK Wendy follow me. I have a surprise. One rule though! No talking until I say!”
Wendy nodded and followed Miss West. She was led to the dressing room and Miss West gestured to be very quiet. Wendy noticed the clothed on the floor and knew there would be a naked girl in the next room. Was she restrained? Ws she gagged or blind folded?! They both tip toed into the bedroom. Miss West noticed how excited Wendy looked when she saw who was tied to the bed.
Wendy’s groin warmed as she thought about what was install for her. She didn’t care if she was to give or receive. She wanted Rachel so badly.
“Hello!” Rachel whispered as she felt another person’s presence.
“It’s ok Rachel, it’s just me.” Miss West reassured her. She laid a hand on her thigh and ran it up towards her loins.
“Are you going to untie me now Miss West?”
“Is that what you want Rachel? If I do that you will have to make decisions again! I think it would be better if I tied your legs to the bed too. That way when I tell my friend here to lick your vagina you will have no choice!”
“What! Who! Who was at the door! You didn’t let them in did you! Miss West I want to go! I’m scared! I’m not a lesbian any more!”
Miss West and Wendy both smiled at Rachel’s silly outburst.
Rachel clenched her legs together in an attempt to hide her sex.
Both Miss West and Wendy were impressed that Rachel had a cleanly shaven vagina. Rachel had been that impressed by how cute Wendy’s looked that she had gone home after work and made hers look the same.
Rachel continued to squirm and wriggle on the bed to try cover herself and show her objection to being tied.
“Now, now Rachel stop wriggling!”
“Please Miss West cover me up! I don’t want you to see my pussy!”
“Oh come on Rachel. We both know why you came here today. Tell me you didn’t want this?!”
“I don’t know what I want! I didn’t expect to be tied up and stripped!”
“You know what you want!”
“What!?”
Miss West handed Wendy a silk tie and pointed to Rachel’s leg. Both of them took a booted ankle each and quickly wrapped the silk ties around them. Rachel struggled and kicked.
“Who’s there? Miss West who is it?!”
She began to panic and lash out with her feet. She was confused and scared. With the silk ties around her ankles her struggles were futile.
“Who is that! Miss West are you still there?!” She tried to find comfort in a lady she barley knew but in this situation she needed all the comfort she could get.
“Now, now Rachel don’t panic! You are safe. Nobody here will hurt you! You are right, there is somebody else here. The person is also naked so don’t feel so embarrassed!”
“Who is it? What are you going to do to me? Is it a man or a woman!?”
“You ask too many questions my dear. Just lay back and do what you feel is right.”
She now lay completely naked and bound spread eagled on the bed. Miss West and Wendy admired her beautiful body.
Miss West walked to Wendy and cupped her face in her hands. They kissed passionately for a full minute then Miss West whispered in Wendy’s ear. “Start slowly. Pretend she is your lover. Caress her skin. Get her so hot she wants you to crawl inside her!”
Wendy turned to the bed and took time to work out where to start!
Wendy slowly climbed onto the bed. She lowered herself, without touching Rachel, so she was laid by her side. She studied her body more. She could see Rachel’s chest still pounding. She carefully laid her fingers onto her tummy and began to stroke her caringly. The smoothness of Wendy’s touch felt so sweet to Rachel. Her body tingled from head to toe. Except for her private parts, Wendy explored every crease and curve of her body. She avoided Rachel’s nipples and vagina. After ten minutes of this foreplay Rachel was in heaven. As Wendy’s hand approached close to her secret spot she gyrated and thrust in the direction of her touch, almost begging for more. She let out whimpers of pleasure as Wendy touched her most sensitive parts. Neither girl attempted to speak. They were both too absorbed in the other. Rachel still didn’t know who was making her feel so horny; she just hoped it was somebody nice. From the tenderness she presumed it was a woman, she just hoped it was Wendy!
Seeing Rachel’s nipples so erect pulled Wendy in. She could tease no more. She sat up and straddled Rachel’s body. Her inner thighs touched the soft skin of Rachel’s body which felt so lovely. She had fantasised for a week about getting between Rachel’s legs but now she had her between her own! She had fantasised about it being her face, but her body would do for now. She lowered her lips, tongue and mouth to Rachel’s tender nipples. Taking them one at a time and rhythmically suckling then teasing them with her tongue.
Rachel’s whimpers slowly turned into moans and became louder and longer as her sexual torment continued.
Miss West was looking on as she perched at the end of the bed by Rachel’s feet. She had hitched her gown right up into a bundle at her lap. Her hand was on the bed high between her legs and she slowly gyrated herself against her wrist as the two young girls made love on her bed.
Wendy’s hand had lowered now and was inching towards Rachel’s vagina. Her finger tips circled the smooth skin around Rachel’s crease. Wendy could feel the heat and escaping juices from Rachel. She drew the juice out and smeared it into her inner thighs.
As Rachel’s breath became shorter Wendy gave in and began to tenderly run her fingers along her labia. They were wet with excitement.
Rachel held her breath again as she realised she had been touched for the first time. It felt so nice. She was warm all over. Her insides wanted to explode. She didn’t know if she wanted to pee or if it was supposed to feel like this.
Wendy worked her fingers into her slit. She felt so slippery and smooth. She worked up and down her lips as she continued to lick her nipples. She let her finger explore the outside of Rachel’s hole and as she dabbed at it it made a slopping sound. The pressure on her clenched vaginal muscle felt incredible. Wendy was pushing in against the strength of her contracting muscle. As it slipped in, her vagina assisted by sucking and pulling on it. This felt amazing to Wendy too as she aroused such a beautiful virgin.
Miss West still looked on, gyrating on her own sex. The trim of her gown now damp as it rubbed against her vagina and clitoris.
Rachel soon approached orgasm. Wendy felt her building. She worked her clit with nimble fingers and occasionally delved back into her crease for lubrication.
As Rachel reached the brink of her delight she stopped breathing again. She thrust her hips into Wendy’s fingers. She wanted it faster.
Wendy, having been dominated by Miss West so many times, now turned the dominator. She withdrew her fingers from Rachel’s vagina before she was allowed to climax. Rachel’s thrust continued as she almost came without being touched. Wendy looked down on her as her writhes faded. She lowered her face so she could kiss Rachel. The touch shocked Rachel and she flinched and pulled her head to the side. Wendy guided it back to hers with a delicate hand. Their lips eventually locked and both girls breathed out onto the others face as they tingled in delight as they kissed again. It was such a loving kiss and Rachel immediately recognised it as Wendy’s soft lips.
They kissed passionately for several minutes. Occasionally breaking for breathe. Their lips and tongues wrestled with each others and their saliva went from one mouth to another.
Wendy eventually broke the kiss and studied Rachel’s soft mouth.
“Wendy! Is that really you?!” Rachel whispered in hope.
Wendy looked to Miss West for instruction. Miss West gave a smile and a nod. Wendy paused momentarily as she realised Miss West was in a desperate height of pleasure.
“Yes Rachel, it’s me! Wendy.” Wendy replied quietly to Rachel. Rachel whimpered in pleasure as she heard Wendy’s voice again. She reached up for another kiss. Wendy pulled away to deny her of her desire as she had denied her of her orgasm.
Instead she raised herself up a little and pulled herself further up the bed. She wriggled so she was comfortable and lowered herself onto Rachel’s chest. She was now sat on Rachel’s chest with her legs spread either side of her neck, her vagina just two inches from her mouth. As Rachel continued to breathe heavily she inhaled the scent from Wendy’s vagina. She recognised it immediately. It was warm and musky. She had never smelt anything like it before. Although it wasn’t a scent she would be drawn to normally she found herself lusting after it with a basic instinct. She was scared but she wanted to taste Wendy so much. She pushed her head forward to reach it. As she did Wendy raised herself a little to tease her. Rachel was so hot now. She had been on the brink of orgasm in such extraordinary circumstances and now she would do anything. She wanted Wendy. She wanted to please her and she wanted to be pleased by her.
Wendy carefully raised herself up and lowered her vagina onto Rachel’s face. The warm wet crease far into her legs oozed it’s honey onto Rachel’s lips. Wendy was hot too. She was in complete desire for this young girl. She allowed Rachel to lick her slit and probe her hole with her tongue.
Rachel was surprised how good Wendy’s vagina tasted. It tasted different to how she expected it would. She couldn’t get enough. She pushed her tongue in as deep as she could. She wished she had a cock so she could get deeper inside her beautiful new friend.
Wendy continued to make love to Rachel’s face. She writhed back and forth and round in circles and up and down on the end of Rachel’s tongue. Rachel was frantic in her efforts to please Wendy.
Several minutes of absolute pleasure past and Wendy began to reach peak. She looked back over her shoulder to look at Miss West. Miss West was biting her bottom lip to stop herself from ejaculating.
“Miss West! Please….please may I cum?” Wendy struggled with her words through her desperate panting.
“Yes Wendy. Cum on Rachel’s face. Make her drink it!” Miss West replied in a high toned voice as she continued to grind as her fantasy played out in front of her.
“Ooough! Ooough! Fuck me! Ooouh!” Wendy let out several groans as her vagina clenched for the final time and eventually released itself onto Rachel’s face.
“Mmmh! Mmmh!” Rachel too let out an outburst of delight as she realised she had made Wendy cum hard on her face. She tongued her hole and lapped at the escaping juice. She swallowed as the flow of sex continued into her mouth. Her tonguing became softer as Wendy slowly began to move away. Rachel was gentle, she wanted her to stay as long as possible.
Wendy eventually stood up above Rachel. Rachel wished she could see her.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West was now touching herself with her hand. Frantically rubbing her clit.
Not forgetting her duty Wendy climbed from the bed and positioned herself between her bosses legs ready to please her in any anyway she could.
Miss West nodded and pulled her hand away and leaned back a little, allowing room for Wendy to finish her off.
It took seconds for Miss West to cum. Rachel heard her moans. She couldn’t believe she was in the middle of a sex triangle! She had just given oral sex to a girl who was now performing it on another woman! She felt so dirty. How did she get into this?!
Miss West stood up and walked out of the bedroom after Wendy had finished pleasuring her.
Wendy was still horny and new she was alone with a restrained girl. Now she could treat her as she had been treated by so many other women!
She stood on the bed again. Turned around and lowered herself, bum first onto Rachel’s face. Rachel could barely breathe. It took her a moment to decide it was the same taste as before. She guessed right it was Wendy and not Miss West.
With her pussy over her mouth and her arse hole over her nose Wendy grinded herself hard into Rachel. Rachel sucked air through the corner of her mouth to give her enough breathe to wiggle her tongue inside Wendy’s vagina. It was difficult but she was so desperate to please Wendy. The musty taste from the mix of sexual fluids and sweat worked Rachel into a frenzy again. She puffed hard and shoved her nose as deep as she could into Wendy’s tight sphincter.
Just as Miss West returned to the room Wendy came again. She gyrated back and forth allowing Rachel to lick her clean, from the top of her vagina, across her bum hole and up between her ass cheeks. She repeated the move several times. The feeling was immense and she screamed in pleasure. Rachel wanted to lick and lick and swallow every bead of sweat and cum.
Wendy looked at Miss West fearing she may be reprimanded for cuming without her say so. Instead she got a smile and a quick; “You too girls having fun?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Yes Miss West.”
Miss West smiled at the sweet reply from her two girls.
From behind her Miss West produced another silk tie. She approached the bed and instructed Wendy down so she too could be blindfolded. Wendy acted accordingly. She was left naked by the side of the bed while Miss West untied the restraints on Rachel’s ankles. Rachel was relieved to regain some movement. She was still so horny.
Next Miss West untied her wrists and helped her to her feet. She then proceeded to remove the boots from Rachel which were becoming hot and uncomfortable.
She then walked Rachel to Wendy and stood them next to each other. They both stood naked and blindfolded. Rachel, feeling Wendy’s presence, reached for her hand and they held each other tightly.
After a couple of minutes stood waiting Miss West took Rachel and instructed her to kneel on the floor. She then took Wendy and laid her width ways across the bed with her genitals near the edge. She then turned to Rachel again and stood in front of her. She reached around behind her and slowly removed her blindfold.
Rachel let out a gasp as she saw what was before her! Miss West threw down the blindfold and looked at Rachel to gesture to be quiet.
This was the first time Rachel had been able to look into Miss West’s eyes since she had been stripped naked. It was an embarrassing moment for her. It was easy when she could not see Miss West looking back at her. The difficultness turned into a heart pumping lust for more sex! Now Rachel could see all three of them naked! Three naked females making love! The thought made her wetter. Miss West’s body was beautiful she thought to herself.
Rachel looked again at what had made her gasp! Miss West was wearing a huge strap on cock! Rachel had never seen a real cock or a rubber one! It was about 7 inches, but to this cock virgin it looked big!
Silently Miss West offered it to Rachel’s mouth. The inexperience showed as Rachel’s struggled with the intrusion as it entered her mouth. She ran her tongue along it and gently sucked the tip. Miss West took Rachel’s head and held it still. She then slowly guided the cock in and out of her mouth. It pushed back on her tongue and at times Rachel felt like she might gag. After a couple of minutes Miss West withdrew it and turned to Wendy.
She took her by her ankles and lifted them. She opened her legs and guided the tip towards her opening.
As she slowly pushed in Wendy could feel the cold wet cock opening her up. She gasped and bit her tongue softly. She knew what it was but wondered who was to fuck her.
“Do you want me to fuck you Wendy?”
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!” Wendy replied as she realised it was Miss West.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock!?”
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!”
“Your friend is watching Wendy. Rachel is on her knees watching as I’m about to fuck you with my cock!”
With that Miss West allowed the cock to sink into Wendy’s vagina.
“Ohhh Yes! Ohhh fuck me Miss West!”
Miss West began to thrust. She guided it in skilfully, pushing to the hilt. As she fucked her young girl she turned to Rachel.
“Watch how I fuck Wendy Rachel! You are next!”
Rachel gasped in anticipation. She wasn’t sure her young vagina could take such a large thing.
Miss West continued. Wendy soon became used to the obtrusion in her pussy and her juices began to lubricate the cock making it even more pleasurable.
Rachel watched as Wendy began to pant. Her hips raised off the bed and her head rolled back accentuating her neck and shoulder. Beads of sweat appeared on her chest and ran down her breasts and tummy. Miss West’s thrust became deeper and harder and eventually Wendy’s wilt buckled and she came hard, her pussy grasping at the cock inside her.
Miss West pulled out immediately, leaving Wendy to writhe in her pleasure. She turned and offered the cock to Rachel’s mouth again. Rachel was only too pleased to taste Wendy again and cleaned every drop.
“Get on the bed! Put your ass in the air!” Miss West barked at Rachel.
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you!” Rachel jumped on the bed next to Wendy. At last her turn for some attention!
“Wendy off the bed! Get on your knees behind me! Thank me for making you cum!”
“Oh, yes Miss West, anything for you! Thank you for making me cum!”
“I don’t want to hear you! Thank me!”
Wendy understood and moved herself closer so she could eat Miss West.
Miss West took hold of Rachel’s young Waist. She pushed the glistening cock to Rachel’s vagina. She slid it in to a loud moan from Rachel.
Miss West fucked her from behind as Wendy ate her pussy and ass. Wendy dipped from one hole to another and Miss West continued to thrust. As Miss West got more turned on her own juices ran. Her pussy juices mixed with juice from her arse and Wendy lapped at it all. Wendy was so pleased to be tasting Miss West again. She treated her like an idle. She wanted to do everything and anything for her. Rachel was still learning her submissive role, but now, on all fours on Miss West’s bed she felt so exposed with her arse in the air and Miss West having a full view of it all. Miss West put her left hand on Rachel’s waist and grabbed her ass cheek with her right. She squeezed it and pushed and pulled, opening Rachel’s tight anus. She allowed her thumb to move to the opening of her ass. As she squeezed her hand her thumb pressured Rachel’s little hole. Gradually her thumb started to push open her sphincter and the tip entered Rachel’s tightest hole. The pleasure from the strap on thrapping at her pussy almost disguised her ass being intruded, until finally Miss West pushed her thumb right in. Rachel let out a high pitched scream. Miss West’s thrusts didn’t falter as she continued her barrage on Rachel’s two holes. Her screams soon turned to moans of pleasure as her ass relaxed to accept its fate. The attention was too much for Rachel and the orgasm which Wendy had nearly given her earlier returned to full force. Her little ass tightened on Miss West’s thumb and her vagina pulled the cock in deeper with its contractions. Rachel’s body went limp and she flopped to the bed. Now lying on her tummy Miss West climbed on top of her as she continued to fuck her from behind. Wendy stood up and bent over the bed to continue licking her Mistresses ass.
Miss West put her mouth to Rachel’s ear.
“Do you like been fucked Rachel? Do you liked been fucked from behind by a woman? You are my little slut! You are mine now! You will do as I say, when I say and to who I say! Is that right slut?” Miss West pulled on Rachel’s hair as she spoke.
“Yes Miss West. I love it. Don’t stop! I am yours now! Do with me what you want!” Rachel spoke between deep breaths. She had sweat on her brow as she reached the last throws of passion.
“Ooough! Ooough! Ooogh I’m cuming!” Rachel screamed at the top of her voice. The sound was superb. Wendy was so turned on by Rachel’s raw sounds. She licked faster. She licked Miss West’s ass as she shoved a finger into her pussy and fucked her.
Miss West had never had two such enthusiastic girls in her bed! She too reached the heights of passion and came hard under the obedience of Wendy’s mouth and fingers. Rachel’ body tightened one last time before it rose off the bed and sank back down uncontrollable as she came to the thrusts of Miss West.
The three women crawled onto the bed and lay panting for several minutes. Miss West removed Wendy’s blindfold. They were all sweaty and their pussy’s raw with sex. Their juices glistened on their thighs and filled the room with an unmistakeable musk.
Miss West was the first to move.
She stood up and looked back down at the girls. “I have a busy afternoon. I will be around the house but will not require your services till later. You two will come and bathe me then you will spend the rest of the day in my house and gardens. You will act like lovers. You will shower together. You will make sandwiches for each other. There are dvds to watch in the living room. You may watch them curled up on the sofa together. You will remain naked or in your underwear if you wish. You must kiss and cuddle regularly. I expect you to make love before dinner too. Give me your wrists.”
The two girls held out their arms obediently. They both wanted to thank Miss West’s for her last instructions but decided to remain silent. Miss West produced a set of handcuffs. She snapped one link over Wendy’s left wrist and one over Rachel’s right. The two cuffs were joined by a metal chain about four feet long.
“You will also need to pee in front of each other as you will be left chained until I say differently. Is all that clear and fair?!”
“Yes Miss West.”
“Yes Miss West” Both girls responded in sweet soft voices.
Rachel and Wendy followed Miss West to her bathroom to bathe her.

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Married Life 09

Jan returns to Adelaide & her husband Jim. Having cheated for the first time in her married life whilst modelling in Sydney, she wonders of his reaction.

Fiction

Son Helps His Mother Cope

Dennis awoke to the rattling of his train compartment. They were currently riding over a rough section of railing which had disturbed his slumber enough to wake him. He reached into his coat pocket and removed his cell phone to check the time. He was careful to tilt the phone so that to prevent the illumination from disturbing his cabin mates. He estimated it was sometime early morning due to the palely lit sky. His presumption was confirmed when he scanned the clock on his phone and read 5:23 a.m. He placed his phone back into the pocket from which it came and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. The uncomfortable conditions in which the train held made sleep nearly impossible. He sat up slightly, as if to surrender to the battle of sleep, and scanned over his companions in the train compartment.
It was a smaller compartment; it seated four comfortably during the daytime, but became an unbearable fit during sleeping hours. Dennis was fortunate though, as he was able to stretch his legs across the booth styled seat located on his side of the compartment. He figured he was given this privilege due to him being the youngest member of the group.
On the opposite side of Dennis sat two traveling partners that had been forced to share the booth styled seat. One was male and the other was a woman. The male was seated as if he was prepared to eat at the dinner table, but was leaning in a direction which left his right shoulder pressed firmly against the morning-cold train window. On his left side sat the woman, who was also leaning towards her right attempting to utilize the male’s body for comfort. Her left arm had instinctively draped itself around the man, as if she was giving him some sort of half-hearted hug. They both apparently had found comfort as they were fixed in a deep slumber, made obvious by their slow relaxed breaths.
Dennis next shifted his eyes down to the female that was stretched out on the floor of the compartment. She had a blanket on top of her, that had been progressively pushed down her body during her deep sleep, so that now it was only covering her from her feet to her abdomen area. She was lying on her back with her hands pleasantly placed atop one another amongst her stomach. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was held open creating a raspy noise each breath in and out she took.
But these three companions of Dennis were not strangers, at least not complete strangers. The male female combination sleeping opposite of him are his brother and sister. The pleasant woman bunking on the floor would be his dear mother. I say not complete strangers simply because they are related through blood and are aware of each other’s existence. But if you placed those facts aside, you would truly get four travelers that were strangers. The Clark family had grown apart over the past years so much that each member had become unfamiliar with one another. If not for an unfortunate event, they may never have come together again.
The reason that this distantly-grown family was now traveling among the same train compartment now was due to their recently deceased father, Allan Clark. Allan was a lifetime explorer in a ways. He always wanted to do new things and travel all across the world. Having children had slowed him down a bit, but he would even take young Dennis along with him on his adventurous journeys. Dennis was easily the closest to his father among his siblings, and possibly even his mother. He knew everything about his dad and thought of him as a best friend and a great role model in his life. His father’s favorite quote was “you only live once.” He would say this to Dennis whenever he had doubts about anything. But it seemed Allan’s adventurous spirit had finally caught up to him. He had fallen rock climbing in France without using any rope. If there was anything good to say, it was that Allan went out the way he wanted to which was living life to the fullest and being adventurous.
But Allan’s unfortunate demise was taking an emotional toll on the entire Clark family except for Dennis. It seemed that Dennis’s close relationship to his father allowed him to understand that his death should not lead to mourning, but rather a joyous celebration of his incredible life. It was partly this as well as Dennis’s strength, both physical and mental, that kept him from being emotional over his father’s death. Allan was the strongest person Dennis knew in his entire life, and learned his own strength from him.
The train began to slow and eventually came to a stop at the Napoli train station in France. This was Dennis’s father’s hometown and now was to be the location of his burial. Later that day was the funeral ceremony for Allan Clark. Profound words were delivered by various people that had significant connections with Dennis’s father. Dennis delivered the greatest speech of all, leaving the majority of the audience in tears at completion. He hadn’t written anything down or prepared a speech. He just went up and talked about how his dad was the greatest man he knew and would ever know. Dennis, of course did not shed one tear throughout the entire ceremony, but could not say the same about his other family members. His mother, obviously, was having a difficult time holding herself together emotionally. She was clearly distraught from the loss of her life companion. Overall it was a beautiful funeral that celebrated the amazing life of an amazing individual.
Once the funeral and burial ceremony were complete, the family headed back to their house in Napoli. Allan Clark was a not just an adventurous individual but also a wealthy one. He was the CEO for a high quality outdoor equipment company in Europe. He owned property all over Europe and one of them was located in his hometown of Napoli. It had been ages since the entire family had been in this house. They only stayed in it for family reunions in Napoli.
The family was very somber through the rest of the day. They mostly stayed in their separate rooms and cried over the loss of their father and husband. It was becoming late, and the entire family had washed up and went to bed except for Dennis. He decided to retire about an hour later as he was exhausted from the lack of sleep on the train. He entered one of the two bathrooms amongst the house. This was the shared one with his siblings as the other was located in his parents’ room. He stripped down, showered, and dried himself off.
As he completed drying off, he took a moment to analyze himself in the mirror. Dennis was roughly 6’3 and weighed a solid 205. His pecks and abs were very defined as well as his biceps as he began to flex. His chest was somewhat hairy, but not overgrown at all. He had a great golden brown color to his hair which he slicked back in a business style. Because that was what he was. He had taken over the equipment company that his dad had and was a well thought of business man for only being 24 years old. His beard was neatly trimmed and kept at a very reasonable thickness. He turned around to check his ass as he always did. He loved to squat and knew it made his ass look irresistible to women. But most of all he focused on the area his father gave him. He played around with his cock and balls as he watched them in the mirror. He was blessed to have such a nice and large cock. He knew it was from his father as he had seen it many times before and was amazed at its size. He never trimmed his pubic hair as his father had never either. He thought of his great pubic collection as being just as impressive as his penis. Dennis simply looked up towards the ceiling and thanked his father for everything that he had done and given to him. Just as Dennis was about the brush his teeth, he heard a loud cry and then more loud sobbing. He quickly slid on a pair of shorts, with no briefs, and headed out of the bathroom.
He could tell it was coming from his mother’s room and he walked toward the door. He swung the door open and slowly stepped into the room.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Dennis blindly asked as he could not see much in the dark room.
He did not receive an answer but continued to hear his mother cry. He proceeded to her bed and sat on the edge of it.
“Mom? You okay?” Dennis asked once again.
“Come here sweetie.” His mother sobbed towards Dennis.
Dennis laid down next to his mother so that she could wrap her arms around him as comfort. She was crying hysterically and Dennis was unsure of what to do. So he just remained in this position. Mother and son hugging each other in mourning. Dennis didn’t say anything as he couldn’t think of the right thing to say. He hoped he was helping her by allowing her to hug him.
Dennis’s mother is named Kimberly. She is 48 years old and about 5’10. She has brown hair and is very tan as she hits the tanning salon often. She was a typical wife of a rich husband. She did not work but received all of the benefits of being rich. She had had plastic surgery many times, on her face, ass, stomach, and breasts. She did not appear to be 48 at all but rather about 30.
After a while, Kim fell asleep in this position and Dennis was stuck. He had not intended on staying here the whole night and frankly was uncomfortable sleeping like this. Once he was sure his mother was asleep, he began his escape. He gently raised his mother’s arm up off of him and placed it at her side. As he attempted to slide out of her grasp, he startled her. She was still asleep but dreamily wrapped her arm back around Dennis and pulled him tight to her. Dennis only had on a pair of shorts and his mother only wore a skimpy black night gown. He could feel her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were pointed against the thin fabric and were sticking into his pecks.
“Oh Allan. Yes. Hold me tight.” Kim mumbled in her sleep.
Dennis was now seriously concerned. His mother was dreaming that he was his father. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he furiously struggled to escape her grasp. She cried out a little and pulled him tighter and threw her leg over his body to really hold on to him. His mother was so close to him that he could feel the warmness that her pussy was emitting on his cock. Within seconds, Dennis had a hard on that was poking out of the band of his shorts. His mother felt this and instinctively reached down and grabbed Dennis’s cock in her hand.
“Ooo. Are you getting hard for me?” Dennis’s mom continued to say in her sleep.
Dennis didn’t know what was coming over him. He wasn’t fighting to escape anymore. Rather he was now enjoying this sensation. He knew he enjoyed it sexually, but played it off in his mind by saying that he was helping his mother cope with her loss by doing this. Soon enough Dennis was grabbing his mother’s ass and reaching his hand into her panties. All the while Kim was stroking her son’s cock and moaning in her sleep.
This fondling continued on for a few more minutes until Kim leaned her face in towards Dennis’s. She expertly guided her mouth to his without opening her eyes and placed her soft, luscious lips upon her sons. Dennis was startled by this development, as if this was worse than the groping. Passionately kissing his mother made it seem more serious to him, yet he did not make an attempt to stop. Rather he accepted her moist lips and even reciprocating the passion. This frivolous kissing went on for only seconds before Kim wanted more as she opened her mouth and aggressively thrust her tongue into Dennis’s mouth. Once again, Dennis was alarmed by this progression and did not immediately respond. After he regained his thinking, he began to join his mom in the passionate tongue wrestling. Dennis may have been partaking but in no way was he the aggressor. His mother was feverishly throwing her mouth about his and wrapping her tongue around his tongue.
During this mother son make out session, Dennis had become fully erect and was leaking an abundance of precum. As he simultaneously grabbed his mother’s ass and kissed her, he began to feel his load build within his balls. His mom reached back down and continued to stroke him as they both kissed. The resurgence of his mother stroking him created a serious problem for Dennis. He was going to cum, but didn’t want to. As soon as this thought entered his head, he began to realize what he was doing. Not only committing a terrible sin, but he was fooling around with his father’s woman. The man he idealized his entire life, and now he was completely disrespecting him just days after his death.
Dennis tried his best to contain his orgasm, but knew it was too late for that. He put forth a valiant effort, as it was not a typical orgasm for a male. The fact that he was attempting to not jizz, made his orgasm very anti-climactic. He retained a lot of sperm from holding back, but still quite a bit came oozing out and leaked down his shaft and onto his mother’s hand. He knew she was aware of the situation as her stroking had stopped completely and was now just grasping his cock.
“Oh, a little warm-up orgasm, huh?” Kim drearily giggled.
This statement planted fear into Dennis’s head. What does she mean warm-up? He constantly asked himself. He feared what he was warming up for. He didn’t want this to go any further, but it seemed it was too late.
Dennis’s cock never even changed shape after his orgasm. He stayed hard as a rock, and considering the taboo situation, it was no surprise to him. All of the sudden, his mom rolled out of bed and stood next to it. Dennis was uncertain of what was going on. Was his mother awake, or was this still part of her dream. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her night gown and lifted it over her head. As she pulled it off, Dennis’s suspicion about his mom wearing no bra was confirmed. Her magnificent tits were now fully exposed in the minimal moonlight that was entering through a small window located high on the wall. Next she bent down and slid her black panties down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and faced Dennis. He could now see her glorious pussy in the light now. He was surprised to find an enormous amount of pubic hair covering her vaginal lips. Her over the top bush turned him on even more. He didn’t think his cock could grow any further, but from the sight of his beautiful naked mother, it did.
She playfully jumped back on the bed and crawled over on top of Dennis. She slid his shorts all the way off of him and straddled his lower calves. She bent over, grabbed his cock, and placed it perfectly in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part as she began furiously sucking his dick. With her other hand she began to play with his hairy balls. This went on for a few more minutes.
“Are you ready Allan?” Kim asked Dennis.
Dennis once again did not respond, but it didn’t matter as Kim was already beginning to get in position. She moved her ass further up Dennis’s body until her pussy was positioned right above Dennis’s erect cock. She reached down with one hand and straightened his penis so that it would align with her pussy. Again with no hesitation, she slid herself down on his dick until it was completely inside of her. At this point Dennis’s cock could not be seen. He looked down at the situation and only saw two large bushes of pubic hair interacting with each other. His mother continued to ride his dick and in minutes Dennis was ready to explode again, but this time inside of his mom. He wasn’t gonna hold back on this one. He grabbed his mother’s ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed them firmly. He was now aggressively slamming his dick into his mother’s pussy. She began to moan in pleasure and just as Dennis was ready to orgasm, he felt a strange sensation upon his cock.
It seemed that it was getting more difficult to thrust his cock into his mother. He then realized that she was also having an orgasm and her pussy was tightening on his dick. This created many dirty thoughts into his head that pushed him over his limit. He began to furiously cum inside his mother. His orgasm involuntarily made his hips thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with more force and speed. He could feel every blast of cum release from his dick and knew his mom could to as her moans matched the streams of cum.
After the two’s orgasms, Kim collapsed on top of her naked son and began to snore again. Dennis knew she was really asleep now and figured he should leave. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t gonna lose. He flipped his mother over so that she was lying naked on her back. He wanted the get an up close look at her amazing pussy.
He was now kneeled in between her outspread legs investigating his mother’s vagina. He ran his fingers through her luscious bush. Something about how much pubic hair she had turned him on. He guessed it was because no girls anymore have bushes. Next he turned his focus to her large breasts. He wanted to do one last thing and then he would leave. He straddled her abdomen and placed his large cock in between his mom’s enormous tits. Dennis squished them together to create a makeshift pussy that he could fuck. He thrust his cock between her tits until he was ready to orgasm again. This time he simply closed his eyes and allowed the cum to go wherever it wanted to. After a few seconds of blasting his load, he reopened his eyes to see what had happened. His beautiful mother was lying there asleep with huge streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. There were also globs of semen resting on her ample breasts. Dennis was satisfied with this and exited the room after retrieving his shorts.
He knew he had done a terrible thing, but he felt the pleasure and one time experience outweighed the negative aspects. He truly didn’t mind to be a motherfucker, in fact, it now made him horny whenever he thought about it.

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That damned Beanie Final Part

This will be the final part of this story. the reason will become clearer once you have read it. I am really sorry for the long wait and i hope this will be a good christmas/haunukkah/yule present for you all.

Diary

Unwanted attention – Chapter 3

Continuation – This is a story of how it all began for me at an early age. It starts slow and some chapters have more action then others but honestly, I feel that those are the more interesting ones. I suggest that you read them in order as to fully enjoy them. Please let me know how much you liked them and maybe even how it made you feel. I know it made me all wet writting it and had to stop multiple times for obvious reasons. Please feel free to check out my picture gallery. Enjoy!

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My Uncle’s New Wife

My Uncle’s New Wife
During the summer vacation between my junior and senior year my parents celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary. They had gone on a cruise for their honeymoon so they had decided to re-capture the experience. The biggest difference was the first cruise had been on a second rate ship and had lasted only a week. This time around, due to the fact that they were better off financially, they booked a master suite with a balcony and this cruise would last 15 days.
Now normally when they went away I would stay home by myself. But because they would be gone for over two weeks during the height of summer party season had made them amend their thinking this time. Instead they arranged for me to stay with my father’s brother and his new wife.
“Listen Jim” my father explained “I know you aren’t happy about this but it’s the way it’s going to be. We trust you but we’ll be gone almost three weeks counting the flights we have to take each way and your mother and I won’t worry if we know you’ll be at my brother’s house. You’ll eat real food this way and if something happens there will be someone there to help. Besides after what happened at the Fosters’ last year your mother was concerned that something bad could happen.”
The Fosters’ were our neighbors and when they had gone away their kids had thrown a wild party which resulted in both a lot of property damage when things spiraled out of control, as well as the police responding to said problems resulting in some charges being filed.
“Anyway you always liked Uncle John and maybe you can spend time with your cousins. Plus you know they have an in-ground pool.”
I had no choice anyway so I decided to make the best of it. I had a part time job so I would be pretty busy anyway and they lived in the same town so I could still see my friends when I wanted. Since I could visit my house I didn’t need to go crazy packing and brought a minimum of clothes and toiletries as well as my laptop computer.
My Uncle John drove me there the evening of my parents’ flight to save them the trouble of driving me,
so we said our goodbyes before I left. Uncle John was younger than my father by a couple of years. He and his first wife divorced a few years ago after fourteen years of marriage and two children, my cousins John Jr. who was now 14 and his older sister Ashley who was16. Uncle John had remarried last year to a woman a few years younger than he was. Aunt Laura was an elementary school teacher and the few times we’d met she seemed to be really nice and good for my uncle.
“You can stay in John’s room. You know since I bought the house your cousins don’t actually live there but with their mother. They each have a room for when they stay though I figured Ashley’s room would be too girly for you sport.”
“What if John comes to stay?” I asked.
“Well I know this upcoming weekend he is doing something with some friends and he might stay with one of them. So maybe Ashley will be coming but not John. If he comes we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. While you‘re staying feel free to have your friends over, we don‘t want you to feel like a guest.”
“Thanks Uncle John” I said.
“And you can have your girlfriend over if you want, just use some common sense” he said to me with a wink.
“Vanessa and I broke up right before the end of the school year” I told him. We had gone out for eighteen months and most of my family had met and liked her.
“Too bad, any particular reason?” he asked.
“I don’t know, these things happen” I answered vaguely.
It was none of his business in the first place but what could I say. That I was sick of her putting off sex with me because she was scared that I would hurt her if I fucked her. That she would give me hand jobs and lame blowjobs but wouldn’t let me go down on her because she was afraid she might enjoy herself too much and lose control. That when we first went out, while we kissed and petted I had fingered her to orgasm but now she wouldn’t even let me do that anymore. I was about to be a senior in high school and I was still a virgin. My hand aided by porn on the computer was my sex life right now.
“I hear you sport, but now you can play the field, eh” Uncle John said grinning.
We arrived at his house in a few more minutes. He had a nice sized house and yard on the outskirts of town where most of the newer houses were being built. He pulled into the driveway and parked next to Aunt Laura’s car. I carried my bags as Uncle John opened the front door.
“Honey we’re home” he called out as we went in to the air conditioned comfort.
“Be right there” I heard a voice in the recess of the house say.
In a moment my Aunt Laura came into view. She gave my uncle a quick peck on the cheek and headed to me. It took all my willpower to maintain my composure. She had obviously been sunning herself by the pool. All she was wearing was a tiny bikini with a sheer cover-up and flip flops. I had never realized how sexy she was before. At family gatherings she had always dressed demurely. She had appeared attractive to me but in a more wholesome girl next door way. Now she was a bombshell.
She gave me a hug and stretched her petite frame to give me a kiss. I saw the golden streaks in her short brown hair but of more interest to me were her small firm breasts which pressed into me as we hugged. I also noticed that surprisingly her navel was pierced. I guess that teachers let their hair down during summer vacation as well.
“Jim, glad to see you. We’re so glad you could stay with us. Now are you hungry? John is about to throw something on the grill.”
“No thanks Aunt Laura, I ate dinner before I came” I answered “right now I just want to put my stuff away.”
She looked up at my eyes, seemingly reluctant to end our embrace although she finally did.
“Of course Jim. Honey why don’t you fire up the grill while I show Jim to his room.”
“Good idea Laura. Steaks will be ready in a jiffy. Jim if you get hungry later there is plenty so don’t hesitate. We’ll be by the pool” my uncle answered before heading toward the back.
I followed his wife as we climbed the wide staircase to the second floor. Part of me didn’t want to but I found my eyes drawn to Aunt Laura’s firm round backside as I followed a few steps behind her. It swayed as she walked reminding me of two kittens playing under the small, thin fabric. More than once she turned back towards me with an enigmatic half smile on her face. We reached the top of the stairs and turned right in the hallway.
“Mine and your uncle’s room is at the other end of the hall and this room is Ashley’s” she said while passing a closed door, “John’s room is at the end and is over the garage so it has plenty of privacy as well as its own bathroom.”
After saying this she opened the door at the end of the hall and walked in. The room was good sized, bigger than my room at home, and appeared even larger because it seemed sparsely furnished. There was a double bed against one wall, a dresser across the room as well as a desk and chair. A small flat screen TV was on the wall and an open door led to the small bathroom. There wasn’t even a trace of personality in the room and it was obvious my cousin had done nothing to make it his own. I put my suitcase on the floor and my laptop bag on the desk.
“We have wi-fi access if you want to surf the net for entertainment” Aunt Laura informed me “and we’ll be by the pool if you want to come hang out or eat. I spend practically the whole summer lounging by the pool so I’m sure we’ll be seeing plenty of each other.”
I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying I’d seen plenty of her already and it was stimulating me greatly. Since the lingering hug downstairs I had been fighting a losing battle trying to prevent an erection from developing. Luckily my pants were loose enough to somewhat obscure that fact. As Aunt Laura started to leave she paused in the doorway and turned.
“Unfortunately the view from the windows in this room is of the driveway. Too bad it doesn’t look over the back. I gather from your glances that you’d enjoy that view more.”
After saying that she left closing the door behind her. I exhaled as she left the room. Had she noticed how I admired her trim and curvy figure I wondered to myself. Is that why she commented on the view? These next two and a half weeks would be tough on me. I was getting a boner from my uncle’s wife who stated that she would be by the pool all the time, no doubt wearing revealing swimsuits the whole time driving me crazy if I let it. My overactive libido would be on overdrive and the worst thing was because she was married to my uncle I shouldn’t even notice her in that way. I decided to spend as little time there as possible. With work and hanging with my friends I could keep busy and just sleep there. But tonight I didn’t feel like going anywhere.
I had worked earlier today and I had work tomorrow morning so I decided to just chill. I found an empty drawer and put my clothes there and then put my toiletries in the bathroom. I plugged in my laptop and turned it on. Adjusting my bulge I sat at the desk. There was no point in resisting my urges at this point. Some days I jerked off three times in order to stay satisfied and with the stimulation Aunt Laura had given me I knew I needed relief. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees before opening a file where I stored my favorite videos and slipping on the headphones.
There was one I often used as the girl in it reminded me of my ex Vanessa. Slowly I stroked my fat cock up and down while the girl in the video sucked the guy’s hard on. I was working my piece faster now and though it had reached full size I just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t because I wasn’t horny, I realized that it was because the girl didn’t remind me of Aunt Laura.
I turned the video off and connected to the net and typed in my favorite porn site. Using the search engine I skimmed thru a bunch of milf/cougar videos until I found one where the woman had a resemblance to the object of my desire. Soon I was so excited I had to slow myself down to prevent cumming too fast. I spit on my hand and slowly worked myself back toward the finish line. The woman was now getting it doggy style from her son’s friend. It was easy to imagine it was her on the receiving end of the fucking. The actor didn’t resemble me at all and he was also smaller than me in the cock department but when the camera angle was from behind I was able to suspend disbelief.
My orgasm was getting close as I imagined me fucking Aunt Laura when out of the corner of my eye I saw something. Turning my head while continuing to stroke I saw Aunt Laura standing in the doorway with her mouth open and her face a veritable cauldron of emotions. Shock, surprise and yes lust were written onto her features. She had changed from her bikini and was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and a t-shirt and by the way her breasts looked she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Certainly I was startled at seeing her there, but my hand kept pumping and gazing at her sexy body was enough to trigger my orgasm. I groaned as my first spurt actually went high in the air and over the computer hitting the wall behind the desk. I managed to adjust the angle of my erupting prick as I continued shooting streams of cum. They actually made noise as they hit the desk I was cumming so hard. It was like a cannon going off. Aunt Laura stood there watching all this and her tongue flicked along the edge of her red lips.
Finally with a shudder I squeezed the last drop from my head and sank back into the chair. Involuntarily I closed my eyes and moaned softly from the intensity of my orgasm. When I opened my eyes she was gone and the door was closed but I heard the sound of her footfalls receding. Now I had done it. She was probably going to tell my uncle what I had done. Possibly she would demand that the pervert nephew be expelled from her happy home.
I scrambled to clean up the mess after pulling up my pants. I was surprised there was so much cum. It was everywhere but I managed to get it all. After fifteen minutes with no visit from my uncle I relaxed enough to realize that nothing would happen tonight. I changed to a pair of shorts to sleep in and aided by my recent orgasm I was soon asleep.
When I woke the next day I had a morning hard-on caused no doubt by the many dreams of Aunt Laura that I experienced overnight. I jumped in the shower quickly and got myself ready. When I slipped out the house it was silent as I headed off to work. It was busy so for the most part I could avoid thinking about what had taken place. I did know that under the best of circumstances I’d find it hard to meet Aunt Laura’s no doubt disapproving gaze.
After work I met up with some friends and we hung out, first at one of their houses, and then later at the 7-11 parking lot. While there I managed to talk to a pretty blonde girl who came in with her friends. They were going to a party that night and her friends implored her to stop wasting time with a kid when “men” would be at the party. Before leaving Stacy, that’s her name, did give me her number and told me to call her sometime.
My idiot friends acted like fools about it all which convinced me that I was right in not telling them anything about what happened the night before. Later I received a phone call from my uncle wondering what was going on and when I was coming back.
“Sorry Uncle John, after work I met up with some of my friends and I grabbed something to eat. I’ll be there later, not too late I promise. From now on I’ll let you guys know what my plans are. My parents are used to it but I should have let you know.”
“It’s ok Jim, just Laura was worried about you. You know how women worry. Have a good time and I’ll see you soon.”
The mention of her name reminded me why I didn’t want to get back right away. Then one of the older guys from the neighborhood came by and left us with some beers. More as a distraction I had two or four of them. I slipped in past midnight and crept up the stairs to my room. There came the faint sound of a TV playing in my uncle’s room. After a fast shower to rinse the days cares off me I put on a pair of boxers and went to bed. It took some time to finally welcome Morpheus, as a more delightful vision clouded my mind, but eventually after some delay I slumbered.
It must have been a satisfying dream for me to wake so stimulated I thought the next morning. When my awakening body started to stretch my left arm collided with something soft and warm. My eyes shot open and I would have sat up except a small, tan arm was thrown across my chest.
“Hmmm don’t move Jim we were having such a good time. Don’t you want some fun, hmmm?”
Turning my face I looked into her face a foot from mine. Aunt Laura’s hand slid down my torso and settled on top of my covered erection and gave it a light squeeze. I involuntarily groaned as I felt her touch to the depths of my swollen nuts.
“I think someone has to take care of this for you Jim and I’m volunteering for the job” she said while her fingers worked through the open fly and made contact with my hot flesh.
When I attempted to roll onto my side to face her Aunt Laura rebuffed me.
“No stay on your back Jim and let me take care of you first. You’re about to burst now, you poor thing, just get those boxers off for me.”
Lifting my ass from the bed I pushed them down past my knees but before I could finish she pounced on me and swallowed the engorged head of my prick. I fell back and let her continue with her assault. Aunt Laura encircled the base with her fingers standing it straight up from my body. She crouched there and began to run her tongue all around the swollen head like it was an ice cream cone. She then took it into her mouth again and worked it over with her tongue.
Aunt Laura positioned her body between my legs and as she did the oversized t-shirt she had on rode up to mid thigh showing even more of her tanned legs. She was now sliding my cock as deep into her mouth as she could while drooling all over it. Her saliva ran down the part of the shaft not in her mouth while her small hand worked it into my skin with a light stroking motion.
Aunt Laura increased the tempo of her sucking as my head hit the back of her warm mouth repeatedly. She was making little noises as her full mouth stretched to accommodate my thickness. When her free hand caressed my swollen balls it triggered a powerful response from my over stimulated equipment.
“Fuck Aunt Laura I’m going to cum” I managed to gasp out as I felt the fluid pulsing up my shaft.
She pulled her mouth off me causing a disappointed cry to escape my lips. Aunt Laura grabbed my cock and pumped it rapidly as it exploded into the air before landing on my chest, stomach and the bed. As each spurt came out Aunt Laura ooohed and aaahed like it was a show. After six or seven shots just a little more oozed from the head. She leaned it and licked it clean causing me to let out another moan. When she squeezed out and ate every last drop she looked up at me and smiled.
“Did you like that Jim, did it feel good what I did?” she asked. Then before even giving me a chance to answer her, Aunt Laura crawled forward and began to lick up the sperm that landed on my torso. As she did I roused myself into action and slid my hand to her leg where I pulled up the material of her shirt until it was above her waist. Aunt Laura had on a tiny black thong underneath.
When my hand crept between her thighs she shuddered slightly and as I felt the smooth fabric I realized there was a damp spot there. Back and forth the knife edge of my hand went rubbing against her covered mound causing Aunt Laura to begin squirming. She writhed up my body and leaned down and kissed me. Eagerly I returned her kiss and pulled her supple body against mine. We continued to kiss as she now ground her pelvis against mine.
Rolling us over so I was on top of her, I began to shower her neck and collarbone with kisses. As I worked down her body my hand advanced ahead, rubbing her pussy again and making her respond by pushing her mound against my hand. When I kissed her belly her legs spread wider. I knelt upright and took a hold of her waistband with both hands and pulled with a smooth motion until her thong slid down past her feet.
When I turned my gaze upon her naked pussy for the first time I was frozen for a minute by its beauty. Aunt Laura had a small landing strip of pubic hair leading to the most delectable pussy I could imagine. It was pink with puffy lips which glistened with her secretions and her hard little nub peeked halfway out of its hood. I was momentarily speechless on seeing my first live pussy close up. Aunt Laura broke the spell I was under when she reached a hand down and spread her lips apart with her fingers.
“Are you going to eat it or do you just want to look at it?” she asked before giggling.
“I so want to eat you” I replied “but I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never done it before.”
“You mean you never went down on your little girlfriend what’s her name before?” Aunt Laura asked incredulously.
“Vanessa would never let me” I truthfully answered. “She felt she would get too excited and lose control and might let me, you know…”
“Fuck her you mean.”
“Yeah” I said embarrassed.
“And what would be wrong with that, I plan on letting you, I mean demanding that you fuck me with that big cock of yours” Aunt Laura said with a wicked grin.
I smiled back at her just imagining losing my virginity to this hot, older woman who was also married to my uncle.
“Vanessa isn’t a virgin, but she told me her old boyfriend hurt her when they did it and because I’m bigger down there than he was she figured I’d really hurt her.”
“Such a silly girl” Aunt Laura replied “if she would have taken the time to become properly lubricated she could have really enjoyed herself with you. But on a positive note that means I get to. So Jim does that mean that you’re still a virgin?”
Hanging my head I softly said “Yes”.
“Don’t worry you won’t be for long but first I want you to lick my pussy so I’m nice and wet. Then you can put that monster in me. Your uncle is much smaller and I’m not used to one your size so get busy.”
My ego swelled hearing that I was much larger and at this moment I was so horny that I felt no guilt over having sex with my uncle’s wife. I brought my head down so close that I could smell her intoxicating musky odor. My tongue stretched out and for the first time I tasted a woman’s nectar. It tasted great and I started to lap away like crazy. I made up for my inexperience with unbounded enthusiasm and energy as well as a natural intuitiveness. My tongue was as fast as a buzz saw and when Aunt Laura’s reaction would show me she liked something I would file it away in my mind while continuing to do it.
I’d seen videos so I knew to start paying attention to her clit. When I first flicked it with my tongue her body shuddered so I continued to massage it with the tip of my tongue. Aunt Laura really liked this and I discovered she was a moaner. She began letting out a series of moans getting progressively louder and punctuated with comments.
“That’s a good boy Jim, keep licking your Aunt Laura like that. Ooh I love how your tongue feels, don’t stop.”
There was no way I would have stopped short of being struck down by some calamitous event. Her juices were coating my chin as they flowed freely from her and she was rocking her hips slightly side to side now.
“I’m close Jim, so close. Please put your finger inside me now” she ordered with a desperate edge to her voice.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Instantly I pushed my index finger into her wet opening and with a slurping sound it swallowed me whole. As Aunt Laura began to tremble I worked a second digit into her womanly depths. She grabbed my hair while pushing her cunt forward on my fingers and let out a wail as her body trembled from her release. I continued tonguing her button as her pussy clamped on my fingers and her body shook. Finally Aunt Laura’s muscles relaxed and using both hands she lifted my head from her and looked into my eyes.
“Were you pulling my leg Jim? You said you never did that before, then you’re a natural at eating pussy.”
Smiling from her praise I attempted to resume my oral attention but Aunt Laura refused to let me. She actually pulled me up towards her by my hair.
“You can go back to that later in fact I want to sit on your handsome face. But first I want that cock of yours inside me baby.”
That sounded great I had to admit. Finally I would lose my virginity and to my absolutely smoking Aunt. One of her hands took my shaft just below the head as I positioned my body between her outstretched thighs. She rubbed the head against the outside of her swollen pink lips a few times smearing her juices on my head making it slippery. Aunt Laura pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard, then slipped her agile tongue between my lips. When I started to suck on it she guided my head between her soaked lips.
We both moaned from the pleasure of our first joining. Slowly I sank into the depths of her paradise, her tight love muscle enveloping me. When I was halfway in she paused to lift her legs up in the air and hook them around my waist. She broke our kiss long enough to give me instructions.
“Take it nice and slow to start with. Work it back and forth and go a little deeper a bit at a time until I adjust to you my big nephew.”
My hips began to move to the unspoken rhythm of love, moving slowly at first but as we went on starting to increase the tempo while also working more of my cock into her. Aunt Laura was making unintelligible sounds now. They almost sounded like words but not quite. Her hand had slid down to near the base of my shaft and when I started to move rapidly in her she gripped it tightly at the base and squeezed hard.
“Slow it down a little baby, make it last” she whispered in my ear “nice and steady until we can’t take it any more.”
Following her lead I began to move my hips in a more controlled way but I also managed to reach as deep as she could take me. I continued my thrusting and Aunt Laura’s eyes were closed now and her moans became louder and closer together. When she cried out in passion and dug her fingernails into my back I lost the control I had been showing.
My cock began pounding her hard and fast and I felt my heart begin to race. The only question in my mind was whether I would cum before my heart burst from my efforts. To be honest at that moment as long as I came I don’t think I would have cared. My hips became a blur but when Aunt Laura recovered her wits enough to squeeze me with her velvety soft muscle I lost it. My back arched as I felt my cum surge thru me and into her waiting tunnel. I collapsed onto her soft, warm body as jet after jet filled her womanhood with my seed. When I recovered enough to move I kissed Aunt Laura slowly and passionately until her toes curled and she wrapped her limbs around me.
“You naughty boy. Driving me even crazier than I was. Since I saw you stroking yourself that is all I can think of. I practically attacked your uncle that night but now I’ve had the real thing and its sooo good.”
She kissed my cheek and then rolled off the bed and stood up.
“Get in the shower and then come down for breakfast. You are going need the energy, if I’m not mistaken you don’t have to work today. Don’t worry I plan on working you hard.”
Laughing from her innuendo Aunt Laura picked her clothing up and sauntered her way to the door, her sculpted ass teasing me. I felt myself twitch as I sat up at the edge of the bed. It was now official that I was a man. After a fast shower I put on a pair of lounge pants and slippers and headed downstairs. The smell of coffee brewing guided me to the kitchen where Aunt Laura was wearing an apron as she cooked eggs on the stove but nothing was on underneath it.
“Sit down and eat, there’s a bowl of fruit to start with.”
“I’d rather eat you again” I said attempting to embrace her.
Aunt Laura deftly sidestepped me and pointed at the table. Reluctantly I sat and picked an orange from the bowl and peeled it. In a minute she placed a plate with scrambled eggs in front of me and kissed the top of my head.
“How do you take your coffee Jim?”
“Black with sugar, just a little though. I don’t like my coffee as sweet as you.”
She groaned and swatted me for my pun before placing my coffee on the table. Aunt Laura plucked a peach from the bowl and began to nibble daintily on it. Watching her mouth work on the fruit made my hard-on like a steel beam. I doubt my food stayed long enough in my mouth for me to taste it as I gobbled it down. Standing I selected a juicy looking peach and took a bite from it. I stepped next to Aunt Laura and pushed the top of the apron aside before rubbing the peach against her shapely breast.
She groaned as the juices coated her small, perfectly formed tit. I ground it into her pink nipple before replacing it with my eager mouth. I sucked hard on her causing her to dig her fingers into my arm. I smeared her other breast with the peach then started to work a sticky trail downward. I followed the juice trail first to her breast, before my tongue traced and lapped up the peach juice mixed with her sweet sweat.
Aunt Laura gasped when I lifted her up and sat her at the edge of the table. My cock was so hard I just wanted to jam it in her but somehow I resisted. Crouching before her I placed her legs on my shoulders. Then I buried my face in what I figured was the worlds tastiest pussy. My tongue snaked its way between her lips and explored the walls of her vagina. Reaching as deep as I could, I spun and twirled my tongue while Aunt Laura went crazy.
There was pre-cum oozing from my head so I pushed my pants down as I continued sodomizing Aunt Laura. Her breathing was becoming rapid and uneven and when I withdrew my tongue and instead sucked her hard clit into my lips she screamed and I was rewarded with her delicious nectar flooding out.
I stood up keeping her legs on my shoulders and began to slide my engorged prick on the outside of her wet lips. Her eyes pleaded silently for me to penetrate her opening but I was enjoying teasing a woman for a change. They always had me horny and feeling out of control so it was nice to return the favor.
My left hand caressed her firm ass cheek while my right pushed down on my shaft keeping it pressed to the wet furrow of Aunt Laura’s sopping pussy. Again and again I rubbed it against her clit driving her crazy. She was now practically begging for it.
“Oh put your cock in me Jim, I need it so bad. Stop being a bastard and give your Aunt what she needs. Fill me up baby, I want it so bad.”
Her dirty talk was too much for me so I slid my swollen head to her gates and squeezed in the tip. My plan had been to tease her some more but once I felt her lips part then close around me I lost all cognitive ability. My hips thrust forward driving into Aunt Laura as far as she could take. There was no control or thought from us right now. I fucked her like an animal and she responded in kind. While I pounded her sweet pussy her nails carved her claim to my body.
If I hadn’t already come twice today I surely wouldn’t have lasted two minutes. In spite of that I knew I wouldn’t last long and didn’t care. This was what paradise must be like I thought as I slid in and out of her. My mouth fastened onto a sweet, sticky breast as I felt nirvana approach. For the second time that day I released inside her. My body shuddered with each spurt until my balls felt empty. Slowly I withdrew my now softening dick. Aunt Laura wasted no time in sliding off the table and crouching before me whereupon she took my sensitive member between her lips.
My cry of anguished pleasure caused her to meet my gaze with her own. Her brown eyes twinkled and she raised an eyebrow as her tongue continued to lick my head. There is no telling what would have happened next as we were both startled by the unexpected sound of the front door slamming closed. We both froze.
“Hello is anyone here? It’s me Ashley.”
My younger cousin had shown up unannounced.
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