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Jack and Jill – A Naughty Nursery Rhyme

We’ve all heard the tale, but here’s the rest of the story, wherein we find out WHY Jack and Jill went up that hill to fetch that pail of water. And what happened up there anyway, to cause them to come tumbling down? Was it the water that made Jill’s belly swell … or Jack?

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As the weeks quickly went by my breasts grew. I don’t really know if it was due to the hormones or all the cum I was swallowing or Kim playing and nursing on them. He loved watching them grow and I loved his nursing on them whenever we had the chance. I started spending more time at Kim’s place, momma didn’t mind as long as I gave her the money from my “dates” and got a small allowance back. By the time my 18th birthday came I was filling out an “A” cup bra. For my birthday Kim gave me a diamond pendant. It was beautiful and he kissed me deeply as he put it around my neck. I took off my shirt and bra to show it off hanging between the folds of my growing cleavage. Kim cupped my breasts and kissed me again deeply and as our tongues played in my mouth I knew what I wanted then and Kim did too. He led me back to his bedroom and spun me around and slid my skirt down as he kissed me passionately. I opened his shirt and kissed his chest as I made my way to my knees. Finally in front of my loving target I opened his pants and took his flaccid penis in my mouth. Kim moaned as I made love to his penis with my mouth and soon I was rewarded with a rock hard penis to make love to me. He gently pushed me back on the bed and kissed his way down my neck to my developing breasts. After a few minutes of licking and sucking on my nipples he looked up at me with puzzled look. I asked what was wrong and he said that it started to taste funny when he was suckling my breasts. I looked down and saw a drop of clear fluid on the end of my nipple. Kim licked it and was not discouraged by the taste so he continued to nurse on my young breasts. Our love making continued and while I could not decide where I wanted Kim to give me his seed he did and I was not disappointed.
I woke early and stayed in my panties without a top as I fixed Kim’s breakfast. I found that I liked the feel of my chest moving and jiggling freely as I moved about. Kim came in and also commented that he liked the look of my naked chest so it was an unspoken rule that I would go at least braless around the place when I was here. When I arrived home I told my momma of my concern of the fluid from my nipples. She looked at my chest and after much discussion she told me that with the added and constant stimulation that my breasts were trying to produce milk. I started to cry because I was so happy then it dawned on me that I was no longer just a man dressed as a woman, but that I was becoming a woman. We talked for a little while not as mother and son but more like mother and daughter then I had to get ready for my “date” with the photographer.
I went to the studio he had set up in an apartment and things went as usual. We had some drinks and talked about what was going to happen while he got the cameras ready. The two hour session went as before with me posing in various positions and slowly undressing. Once fully nude he would have me pose and masturbate while he took many pictures. After we finished and he said he had enough photographs of me we settled down and he made love to me. After we finished I went to the bathroom to let his seed drain from me. When I came out I saw him looking at the pictures on his laptop. I looked over his shoulder and admired the way my skin had softened. How my hips had rounded out and my budding but firm breasts were developing. Then the horror hit me. I saw that my backpussy no longer was the puckered little bud, it was a small gaping hole left slightly open from the many times it had been used. Jason paid me well and gave me a kiss as I left but the thought of my little hole disturbed me as I thought about it on the way home.
I saw my sister sitting in a little shop and went in and joined her. We talked for a few minutes and then headed for home. On the way she asked me what was wrong; she could tell I was troubled about something. I burst into tears as I told her of my abused hole. She put her arm around me and quickly calmed me down and said that she knew some exercises that would help me and that she would show me when we got home.
When we arrived at home she took me to her room. She told me to lift my skirt and get on her bed on my hands and knees. After I got into position she took her hands and gently spread my cheeks. I felt her fingers gently probe and massage my tired hole as she said that I definitely needed to exercise back there. “Let’s get naked and I’ll show you what to do.” She said as she got up. We both stripped our clothing and got back on the bed. She got on all fours and presented me wither backside. Even though it was my sister, it was the first vagina I had seen since I started this oddity as a woman and the sight was arousing me. She showed me how to contract and relax the muscles to exercise them “Now it’s your turn.” She said as I took the position. I started to contract and relax the muscles as she taught me. As I worked out I heard her breathing become heavy. I felt her hand cup and massage my penis and scrotum as she said it had been a long time since she had felt one of these things. You see, since she had started as a working girl she has gone exclusively to women who are more gentile and pay more. This attention to my member was getting me aroused and I stopped my exercises and rolled over on my back. She leaned forward and brought her lips to mine. Our breathing got heavier as we passionately kissed and our tongues danced together. “I need this now.” She exclaimed as she lifted up and reached between her legs and took hold of my now hard penis. She guided the head to her warm and wet womanhood and sank down on it. We both let out a soft moan as we became one. It had been about a year since I had another woman and while I had grown to love the feel and taste of a hard penis this was something I also missed. She started moving up and down on me as we made love. Her hands cupped my breasts and she was massaging them as she slid up and down on me. We made love for many minutes when she began to moan and breathe heavily. I knew she was about to have an orgasm. When it hit her she sank down and buried my penis all the way in her and started shaking. This triggered my own orgasm and I unloaded a massive load of my seed into her. Sexually exhausted she fell on top of me and we both went to sleep satisfied.
The sun was just coming up when my eyes opened and I felt the soft lips of her mouth on my penis. I softly moaned as her mouth made love to me. She sensed I had awoke and moved so her womanhood was above my lips. As I licked her lips I could taste some of my own seed I had deposited the night before. Eagerly I cleaned her out and then rolled her onto her back. We made love again and after another powerful orgasm we cleaned each other with our tongues. Oh how I fell in love with the taste of my own seed dripping from her. We showered together and got ready for our appointments, hers with an older woman and mine with a slightly older man.
When I arrived at the meeting place he was waiting for me. He was eager for me and wanted to waste none of his time he was paying for on small talk. Once inside his room we quickly got naked and I knew what I had to do. For the next two hours he used me as nothing more than a receptacle for his penis and seed. Oh how I hated these sessions. I was sore all over and sticky with his seed all over me, both inside and out. As I left he paid me well for my abuse and I headed to Kim’s place where I would feel safe and loved.
As I entered the door I fell into Kim’s arms held him tightly. Kim could tell something was wrong but did not pursue the matter, he just held and cuddled me all night long. I woke first the next morning and went in the kitchen to fix breakfast. I didn’t hear Kim until his arms came around me from behind. I leaned back into him as he kissed my neck and whispered how beautiful I was. As I leaned forward to tend to the cooking I felt Kim probe my bottom and slip inside me. I just stood there and moaned as he rocked in and out of me making love to me in the morning the way he liked it. I lost all track of the task of cooking breakfast as he made love to me. When I finally felt him stiffen and release his seed into me I smelt that breakfast was starting to burn. He pulled out of me and I turned the oven off as I felt his seed run down the inside of my legs. I started to cry about the burnt food and Kim quickly hushed me saying we could make our own breakfast. I wiped the mess between my legs with my fingers and sucked them clean as we headed to the bedroom. He lay down and I climbed on top of him and took him into my mouth to suck his nourishment out of him. He must have been really turned on because in about 5 minutes he filled my mouth with his delicious seed. I swallowed every drop and lay down spent from my work. Kim rolled over and started to suckle on my now milk producing breasts. It had been a couple of weeks since that first time Kim noticed the fluid leaking from me and now I could produce proper milk. He drank from me till I was empty and this turned him on so much that we made love again.
Some of my customers liked the fact that I was producing milk and some didn’t care. I was making good money for the family and despite the profession, my family was proud of my sister and I. For two years now we had not shamed the family.

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FATHER SON TALK.

The Father Son Talk.
The Friday evening after my thirteenth birthday in late August, just before dinner I heard my parents talking in the kitchen about giving me a sex talk. I did not let on that at school we had had an in depth sex talk from several teachers and I was well aware of the principles in having sex. I had seen several pornographic movies and more explicit pictures.
I notice both were drinking wine, which was a bit unusual as both my parents very rarely drank wine in the house. During the meal I noticed that both of my parents were acting a bit strange and they had drunk a large quantity of wine each especially my mother, she was a church going lady. I had seen both my parents very drunk on several occasions, especially when they have been out celebrating social events.
During the meal, which was three courses as usual on a Friday night; soup followed by a fish dinner then ice cream; for the first time in my life I was offered a glass of wine, I accepted and took small mouthfuls to make it last the meal. As I ate the meal I watched my mother, in her short pencil skirt and her tight fitting blouse, her top buttons on her blouse where undone to reveal the top of her white lace bra and her cleavage; this sight gave me a hard on, which I kept all through the evening meal and was made worse when I noticed that she had undone a couple more buttons, as we ate our desert she let some ice cream fall off her spoon and run down her cleavage. Sexily my mother scooped it out with her spoon and in doing so another button popped open below her breasts, revealing her breasts encased in her white lace bra.
After the meal my father took me to the sitting room as my mother cleaned the table and pottered in the kitchen, keeping out of the way. As me and my dad sat in the lounge he talked about boys and girls and making babies, it was all a miss match of conversation which I did not really understand. During the talk he was taking drinks of wine from his glass and I noticed that he had drunk a half bottle by the time the conversation was complete. After the talk he went out to the pub and left me at home with things going around in my mind from the chat. I went and thought about what he said in my bedroom as I watched porn on my computer.
A short while later I came down stairs, to find mom sitting on the sofa watching TV and drinking a glass of wine. She was sitting with her knees up under her body and this allowed her stocking tops to be on show, her blouse was still open and as she sat there was only one button fastened, just below her breasts. I sat down beside her and asked her if it was ok to talk. She sat up right and asked what I wanted to talk about, I just said sex.
As I asked her about sex in general I noticed she was drinking more and more wine and her voice was slurred. Later on I discovered she had drunk four bottles of wine by then. Half a bottle with my father, another half bottle over dinner, a full bottle as we had our father son chat and a third as I sat upstairs contemplating the chat, the fourth was what she was drinking now.
As the chat was getting more and more explicit, I asked about breasts; to my surprise my other asked me if I wanted to see hers. I gladly said yes, now I could get a good view of my 35 year old mothers 34c breasts, I knew her bra size from sneaking a look in her lingerie draw.
She stood up, and drunkenly staggered about a bit; she removed her work blouse and took off her bra before sitting back down. I stared at her breasts then she said I could touch them, as I gently groped them she explained all about her breasts and nipples. As we chatted she mentioned sexual arousal, I asked about it and as she explained, she mentioned pussy and penetration. I asked about all these things and she stood up and removed her skirt and panties before slouching back down on the sofa legs apart. I noticed her pussy was wet, after sitting back down she drunk a full glass of wine in one gulp.
Next she explained all about arousing a woman and making the experience a pleasure for them. She told me if I can make a girl have orgasms they would want to be with that man. So I listened as my mother talked, I kept asking questions and she said she would take me through the sexual arousal steps of a woman.
As my mother lay there she got me to strip naked, once naked and with an erect cock, she told me to suck on her nipples, she placed my hand on her pussy and got me to rub her pussy and finger it, all the time sucking her nipples. As I continued to play with my mother her breathing was getting deeper and deeper as she was getting sexually aroused.
I then asked about pussy licking and she explained what I needed to do, so I tried it out on my mother. As I practiced on her my mother explained what I had to do make her get aroused and have an orgasm. Again she was getting highly sexually aroused and as I finished sucking, licking and fingering her pussy she had an orgasm.
When she calmed down I asked about blowjobs and she said she would demonstrate one to me, I was expecting it to be on a banana but no my mother gave me my first blowjob just after my thirteenth birthday. She was great slowly she licked my dick and sucked my balls followed by a low deep throat blowjob where she managed to get my seven inch dick into her mouth. It was a noisy and sloppy blowjob. After I came straight down her throat, making her gag and nearly be sick as I shot load after load down her throat, she licked all the mess up off my groin and jokingly slurred that I nearly drowned her with the amount of spunk I had shot into her throat.
Then my mother started to finger herself in front of me, instantly my cock became hard, as I watched her play with herself I jacked my self off in front of her, I shot my load over her breasts and she just rubbed it into her body. My mother was surprised at how much spunk I shot over her tits as it had only been a few minutes since I had shot the previous load down her throat, all the time she was fingering herself.
After a while, I left the room to get a drink of water and take a piss, when I return my mom had fallen asleep. I took her upstairs to her bed and put her to bed.
She does not recall a lot about that Friday night but I do.
Over the next several months I saw glimpses of my mother’ breasts, as she never wore a bra around the house. The event was never repeated for several months until one hot May Bank Holiday.

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Teresa Chapter 1

A mature friend of Mum’s gets to know the son with tantalising possibilities. The friend, Teresa, has plans.

sex story :introduction and back story (completely rewritten

these are my sex stories: they have been completely rewritten to flow better. I have added a ton of new stuff to these, This story is the introduction and back story if you looking for a lot of fucking and sucking then you in for a rude awaking, I take my time writing these stories and I would love feed back on them, it help me become a better writer.

Dreamland

I dream of losing a bet and my wife has to pay the penalty. She gets used by a dozen men while I watch

Meeting Alyssa part 2

Author’s note: For those who haven’t read Meeting Alyssa pt 1, you should. I’ve been going over in my head how to play this out. I know most people here want fap material, but I’m just not up for that yet. Thus, there won’t be anything real erotic (except for the beginning, but that won’t last). Everything in the following story is true, and as before, names are not of the actual people involved. As usual, criticism is encouraged, but please be respectful, and remember, this is only my second story.
I don’t know if this was the right thing to do, but I jumped ahead a few months in the story, simply because these are actual events, however, our friendship lasted a few years. For Xnxx purposes, I’m not going to bother with several stories of the same same old stuff. Also, at the end of the story, you’re going to ask “so, what happened?” But it’s obvious. If you don’t understand, ask in comments and I’ll reply. I’d rather not give away the ending. =P

Alyssa’s head bobbed on Blake’s cock, deep throating him every so often. Her hot mouth and tongue felt amazing on his cock. This was something he’d wanted for so long, something he thought would never happen. “Mm, Alyssa, I’m so close..” He moaned.
Alyssa just winked, and deep throated him again, licking his cock, while massaging his balls with her hands.
Blake groaned as the sensation rose. “I’m cum…”
Beep Beep Beep Beep
Blake’s eyes opened slowly, and he groaned, realizing it was just a dream. His boxers and sheets were wet, which made him blush in embarrassment. Getting out of bed, he changed boxers, and threw the “dirty” stuff in the laundry basket. It’d been at least a few months since they met, but Blake still couldn’t work up the courage to ask her out, or even admit his feelings.
“Good morning, Blake.” Mary, his mother called. “Your sister and I are going out for the day. There’s leftovers in the fridge.”This is perfect! Blake thought. He could have Alyssa over to hang out. “Have fun.” he called as they went out the door. He paused, thinking. Hours on end with Alyssa, no interruptions. This could go in his favor, because he’d finally be alone, and be able to confess how he feels. What if she rejects me? This thought made Blake shiver slightly, but he knew it had to be done.
Blake quickly got dressed, and threw on a hat, heading outside to walk to her house. Of course, he could’ve just called Alyssa and asked her to come over, but he figured it was more gentlemanly to go get her, and walk back with her. Blake rang the doorbell, and after a few seconds, the door opened, revealing her little brother, Tanner. “Hi Tanner. Is Alyssa here?”
“She’s not here.” Tanner said in an annoyed tone, and started closing the door.
“TANNER!” A voice yelled, which was Alyssa’s. She shoved him away, and opened the door, going outside. “Hi Blake. What’s up?”
Blake chuckled a bit at her brother, but said nothing else of it. He smiled to her, taking a few seconds to admire her. “My family will be away all day. I thought maybe we could hang out at my place.” His eyes quickly looked at her body. She had on a lose t-shirt, and tight jeans, which made Blake stare a little long than intended.
“When you’re done staring,” Alyssa giggled. “I’ll go get my shoes on.” With that, she went back inside for a few seconds, and ran back out, lacing her arm with Blake’s. “C’mon, slow poke!”
Blake laughed, and began the walk toward his house. Their walk was the usual ‘how are you?, have any other plans?’, etc. Blake was having troubling containing his nervousness, which he could tell Alyssa was noticing. Blake opened the door for her, and they went in, tossing their shoes to the side. Blake’s house was pretty nice. Nothing fancy, but still nice, nonetheless.
“Could I get a soda?” Alyssa asked sweetly, and went into the living room.
“Yeah, coming right up.” Blake went into the kitchen, and leaned against the fridge slightly. I need to tell her the truth, c’mon, you can do it. Blake sighed deeply, and got two sodas, then joined Alyssa in the family room, and sat by her on the couch. “Alyssa?” He asked, looking at her, his nerves shot sky high, his face getting red.
Alyssa looked to Blake, and noticed how red his face was. She was wondering if he was sick. “Yes, are you alright?”
“Alyssa…” He paused. Can I do this? “We’ve known each other for a while now, and I consider you my best friend.” Pause. “Since day one, when I first saw you, I nearly fainted. You looked so beautiful, and still do. As each day went by, I found myself liking you more and more, to the point where..” He gulped. “I love you.”
Alyssa felt herself blush at his words. She’d never heard those three words before from a guy. Yes, she had dated, but none of them ever said love. “Blake…” Alyssa smiled softly. “Thank you. I’ve never had a guy tell me that, and I’m very flattered, but..”
At the sound of but, Blake knew her answer. “It’s alright.” Blake wanted her to leave, so he could go to his room and be alone, but decided to bear it out and wait. “What movie you wanna watch?”
“Whatever you want.” Alyssa’s tone was normal, she honestly didn’t care or really feel bad for him.
Blake popped in a movie, and chose to sit on the recliner away from Alyssa. Throughout the movie, Blake found himself fighting the urge to snap, and just rage at her for the rejection. His feelings were far beyond hurt, and he felt like she didn’t care. After the movie, she said her goodbyes, and left with a smile, telling Blake she’d see him tomorrow.
After Alyssa had left, Blake made a decision. He wasn’t going to see her anymore, instead, he was going to limit himself to his house, nowhere else. A few days went by, no Alyssa, no contact with others except his family (and that was only if he had to talk to them).
Mary knocked on her son’s door. “Alyssa stopped by. I told her you were sleeping, but she asked me to tell you to go to her house when you wake up.”
Blake got up weakly, not really having the strength or care to do anything. He took his time getting dressed, and went down to Alyssa’s.
“Blake, good to see you’re awake.” She giggled, and sat down in the grass, patting the spot next to her.
Blake couldn’t help but right away notice her long legs. The skirt she had on was short, but Alyssa had done what she could to keep the view hidden. “Yeah, I was tired.” He lied, and sat down on the grass.
“About yesterday, I am sorry. Remember Tyson?” She looked to him.
Tyson was Blake’s brother’s best friend growing up. Blake had always thought of Tyson as a pretty cool guy. He was at least 23 or so. “Yeah, I do.”
“Well, before he was deployed for service, we’d talked a lot, and since he came back, we’re dating.”
Blake froze. How could she date this guy who is older, much older, and in the Army? This can’t be. “I see.”
“Yeah, I really love him. He’s amazing.” Alyssa smiled, and looked up at the clouds.
Blake wasn’t sure what to say or do. His chest, specifically his heart, ached so badly. “I should go.”
“Oh, okay, see ya later.”
Blake got up, and started walking home, stunned that this girl didn’t care about his feelings, didn’t care she broke his heart. As Blake got into the house, he went into the kitchen and took a knife, slowly cutting his wrists. He usually wasn’t a cutter, but now, all he wanted to do was die. He felt as though his heart was literally ripped from him.
After his cutting, he hid the evidence, and washed it away, putting on a long sleeve shirt to hide the scar. Blake laid on his bed, thinking, and soon found himself dozing off. It wasn’t until around 6pm he woke again, his wrists feeling numb from his cutting. Blake got dressed, and went outside, going to the street next to his and walking up and down it several times, trying to think this whole thing out.
“I just don’t get it. We’re best friends. We’ve spent so much time together, yet she choose some older guy.” After maybe ten-fifteen minutes, he headed home, this time taking his street. As he walked, he acknowledged some of his neighbors, and looked toward Alyssa’s house. It looked to be a bit empty outside wise, which may of been a good thing for Blake.
As he got halfway by her house, he heard someone, and looked to see Alyssa. He sighed, but put on a smile, and walked toward her. What he noticed, however, was that she appeared sad. “Hey ‘Lyssa, something wrong?”
“Oh, hi Blake.” She didn’t even look at him. “Yes, Tyson and I broke up.”
Secretly, Blake was happier than a vulture finding a good meal, but he wasn’t about to show it. “Aww, how come?” He asked sincerely, and sat by her.
Alyssa leaned on him, starting to sob softly. “He said it’s the age difference, though it never bothered him before. I kinda wonder if he’s found another love interest.”
“I doubt he found someone else. It maybe is the age. Don’t want him to end up in jail.” He caressed her back softly, holding her.
“I guess so, but..I loved him.”
“Everything will be okay.” Blake said softly, rocking her gently.
“Thank you.”
Blake spent at least another hour there before going home. That night, Blake lay in bed, thinking. Maybe now he’d have a chance with her. He’d just have to try. Everyday for the next few months, Blake continued spending time with her. In his opinion, they got closer. Alyssa proved him wrong.
It was a Friday, and Blake had just gotten home from school. He’d quickly got a shower and changed clothes, then made his way to Alyssa’s. He smiled seeing her in the yard, and approached. “Hey ‘Lyssa.”
“Such a nice day.” She replied, smiling. “How are you?”
“I’m alright, just got home a bit ago.” He said, standing by her.
“I got my school pictures today.” She smiled. “Wanna see?”
“Of course.” He said, and watched as she darted into the house.
“Here you go, I wrote something on the back for you.” She handed him the picture.
Blake took the pic, and noted she had a jean-skirt on, and some light colored shirt. Turning the picture around, there read To my neighbor down the street, Blake
From Alyssa xoxo
“Thanks..” he said softly, and turned around, walking away.
“Blake? Something wrong?”
Blake heard her asking several times,but ignored her. He realized from that picture. Blake had spent most of his time with her, loving her, being with her, consoling her. Yet, all he was to her was the neighbor down the street? Not even best friend?
When Blake got home, he ignored anyone who spoke to him, and went to his room, locking the door. The second heart break by the same girl, and this one was even worse. His heart hurt, his head was spinning. He couldn’t do this.
Blake reached into his drawer, and took a razor blade, cutting his wrists again, this time not stopping. As the blood continued to drain, Blake’s eyes slowly closed, and his final thought rushed through him. I love you, Alyssa.

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