Fair Rose of All Seasons
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Madison
Author’s Note: This, along with the other stories I will be posting are what-if scenarios with women that I could’ve had something with at some point, had I made different decisions.
Names have been changed to protect my own identity, and the identity of the young women portrayed here. This is a work of FICTION, and has not, and will never occur. Ever. As much as I would enjoy the opportunity, I know it is not my place to do so.
Enjoy 🙂
Xxx
It was a hot, scorching summer in the year of 2004. I was a fairly average high school graduate, with average friends, an average physique, and an average interest in the fairer sex.
I was fortunate, all things considered; had successful relationships, been in love, and thankfully was able to lose the V-card before graduation. Thankfully without the over-the-top shenanigans or erogenous use of pie.
As of late however, I had reconnected with an old family friend named Madison.
She lived with her mom, a single parent in a small apartment/townhouse complex not far from my own home. I knew her since she was a toddler, being babysat by my neighbors when we moved into the upper class neighborhood north of Chicago. She was just starting to mature into a beautiful young woman, one that had begun to catch my eye.
She had sparkling green-hazel eyes, medium length brunette hair; she was average height, a very slim yet athletic build. The budding development of firm A-cup sized breasts were just starting to form, I knew from seeing her as a young girl in the local pool that her areolas were small, with a neutral beige color and equally small nipples. I couldn’t help but feel a pinch of attraction to her physique, along with her tomboy persona. Both simply made her into a phenomenal young woman.
Now I was by no means a pedophile, I appreciated beauty, I knew that something’s just shouldn’t happen, and I rarely looked at young women like meat, even at the young age of 18. I knew in my heart that children shouldn’t be exposed to all the parts of an adult’s life, particularly sexual ones.
Madison seemed different, as I learned earlier that day.
I was out jogging with a friend of mine during the morning as part of my summer work-out routine, the one that I had been trained with while still in high school. I saw a biker coming down the path, I turned to my friend motioned him to take the grass on one side, while I took the other. As the rider came closer I felt vaguely off, almost like something was about to happen. As the biker got closer I saw Madison aboard, followed by her face lighting up as she started to wave.
I brought up my hand to wave back, but immediately saw something directly in her path. A coyote suddenly darted out in front of Madison, and stood frozen light a deer in headlights, completely unnoticed by Madison as she closed in.
In an instant I felt a blast of adrenaline surge through me as I sprinted, faster than I had ever done so before. Everything seemed to fade out of reality as my attention was focused on the two living beings ahead of me. At that moment Madison realized something was amiss and as she looked down she slammed into the eighty pound canine and was thrown clear off her bike.
Time seemed to slow down, much like in those Hollywood action movies as I closed on Madison’s now flying body.
20 feet
10 feet
5 feet
In the last second I threw myself airborne feet first and caught her in my arms. As my feet began to brush the ground I cradled her head in my arms and braced for impact. Said impact was far harder then I was expecting as I felt the wind get knocked out of me as both of us crashed into the ground and skidded briefly before stopping.
I shook my head to clear my disorientation to find Madison curled up in my arms, wimpering slightly. I ignored the now throbbing pain in my back and shoulders to run my fingers through her hair. She became silent instantly as she stirred, and looked up to find my smiling face mere inches from her own. Her face instantly reddened as I cupped her face with my right hand, “Are you okay Madison?”
“I-I-I-I t-t-think s-so Jeff,” she meekly replied. “Are you alright?”
I smiled, ignoring the pain, “Yeah, I’m doing just fine sweetheart.”
My friend’s footsteps loudly announced his arrival, “Are you okay man?! Those were some sick moves you pulled off back there!”
I smirked, “Put on a show didn’t I?”
“Dude, you nearly caused a traffic accident!”
I chuckled lightly, and turned to find Madison still on top of me, blushing furiously.
“I think it’s time to get up Madison.”
“Ah, yes!” She stumbled back onto her feet, still dizzy. I immediately got back up and steadied her with an arm around her shoulders.
I turned to my friend, “Head on home, I’ve got to get Madison back to her house.”
He nodded, “Take care man, I’ll text you later!”
As he walked away, Madison seemed to melt into my arms as she looked up at me, her eyes seemingly
glossed over.
Both of us walked for a few minutes in silence before Madison turned back to me, blushing madly, “I’m really glad you were there for me Jeff. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t saved me.”
I looked down on the brunette, who was holding her arms slightly in front of her, poking her two index fingers together in a nervous fashion. I genuinely smiled, “I’m just glad you’re okay Madison.”
We continued in silence until we reached her townhouse, I was about to separate, but was shocked to find her arms wrapped around my waist.
“Madison, what’s wrong?”
The little girl’s eyes began to water, “I’m just really shaken up from earlier, you are alright, aren’t you Jeff?”
An in instant, I saw Madison not as a family friend, but as a woman. She was beautiful, and my cock began to instantly twitch in anticipation.
“Jeff?”
“What? Of course I’m fine Madison, couldn’t be better!” I mentally scolded myself for losing my focus and making an awkward situation even worse.
She giggled and very nearly sent my heart tumbling in my chest, “I’m glad to hear that Jeff, even if it took ten minutes to get that out of you. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
I nod and smile, “Of course sweetheart. Bye!”
Xxx
As soon as I got home, I ran straight upstairs into my room, not stopping to talk to my parents for a second before closing my door, locking it, and stripping myself of all my clothing.
To say Madison had an effect on me was putting it quite mildly. As soon as my boxers came off my cock was at full mast, nearly seven inches long and three inches in diameter my tool was pulsating angrily, demanding attention. I went into my drawer where I keep my toys and pulled out my Fleshlight with a smirk, along with premium lube. I coated my still full sized cock and the fuck tunnel with the lube before ramming myself in to the hilt.
I grunt with exertion as a small spurt escaped my dick, likely waiting for the first chance to escape from me. I continued to stroke, attaching the Fleshlight with my purpose built missionary mount as I began to mechanically ram into the device. As my balls began to burn with an equal amount of fury and lust I began to lose control.
“God Madison,” I managed to gasp out as more and more spunk filled the base of my cock, “So tight!”
I could hear her in my thoughts, ‘Pump it all inside me Jeff! Fill me!’
At that moment I lost control and began to cum explosively, each stream not that different from a burst from a pressure washer. Each stream was nearly painful, it felt like my balls were being crushed as each impact filled more and more space within the Fleshlight.
My eyes exploded into stars as I fall over limp, my cock still spurting small streams as I briefly lost consciousness.
About two minutes later I pulled myself out and laid on top of the mount, gasping for air. After making sure I could still stand, I looked down and saw spunk easily pouring out of the Fleshlight’s pussy entrance, spoonfuls at a time. I carefully pulled the Fleshlight from the mount and quickly took it to the bathroom.
As I opened the bottom cap, a steady flow of spunk came from within, flowing into the toilet. At that final moment I realized that my previously nigh-unnoticeable balls were easily the size of baseballs now, along with cock with was nearly at full length, even though I was completely flaccid.
‘I’ll never be able to wear a condom again now, there ain’t a rubber in the world that could hold all this cum.’
Xxx
After cleaning up in the shower I sat down in my computer chair and pulled up my instant messenger, only to be surprised by a message from LoveKilla23
I can’t help but smirk, “Madison.”
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The Life of the Horny Hed Cheerleader part one
the sex-capades of Sarah Lanzano
Why did I?
A poem to a lost friend
My Girlfriend
Can
The Newist Pain Slut Sister
Caroline Blaine was beautiful, haughty and a perfect bitch. Perhaps this was why she was so successful as a lawyer. Caroline had the capability of going ruthlessly for the jugular while smiling sweetly at the judge. She had everything – beauty, career, a refined accent, and a handsome husband.
Life, on a superficial level, was great but in those rare honest moments, Caroline admitted cautiously that, perhaps, there was something missing.
Caroline was a rarity in Hollywood as she was truly a natural blonde. That hair, together with legs to her armpits, large breasts, honey coloured skin and a warm and sensuous smile, made her the stuff men dreamed of and women envied.
Even though Caroline had lived in California for ten years, she scrupulously maintained her English accent; in fact she became more British as the years went on as it gave her a distinct and different image. Caroline hadn’t been back to London for six years and sometimes wondered what her old school friends in Chelsea would think of her now.
It was a different time, a different world , she would tell her self when old memories came back, I was a different person to what I am now.
The firm of lawyers that employed Caroline saw her as the perfect addition to their partner ranks – a beautiful young woman with a stylish English accent who was not ashamed to be a carnivore in the courtroom. Only in Hollywood could a lawyer look like a movie star while the movie stars looked and acted like lawyers.
It also helped Caroline’s image that her husband of almost ten months was also a successful Hollywood agent and as ruthless as he was handsome. Hal had been blessed with perfect teeth, dark brooding eyes and a crooked grin that seduced women and put men off guard before he crucified them with delight. It was said around Hollywood that nobody closed a deal like Hal Blaine, nobody could outwit or out-negotiate Hal Blaine.
Originally from Georgia, he had spent several years in Boston before moving to California and his dress sense was impeccable. He favoured expensive American suits, crisp shirts with glittering cuff-links and, of course, always the perfect tie. In an industry where ‘California Casual’ was the fashion, he stood out as a man of style and a man that women always noticed when he walked into a restaurant.
Caroline sometimes thought the suits were just a little ostentatious and a little shiny for her tastes, not subtle and refined like the English or Europeans but, she told herself, it was America and Hal was certainly one of the best dressed men in her circles.
He also had a voracious but casual appetite for sex. Caroline accepted the sex although she never achieved a real connection to it. Sex was something men needed and she accepted her lot as one who gave when the mood suited her.
On the surface, Hal and Caroline appeared to be remarkably suited to each other.
And they were, but not truly until Kryztal came into the picture.
Bea Rutledge was the most successful Madam in Hollywood and her girls only provided their special and discrete services to stars. Anybody that was making less than three point five million a movie could not get near one of Bea’s girls; Bea’s girls were special, and had specific tastes that would appeal to certain producers, directors and stars. A date with a Bea Girl was not a simple fuck, it was an event worth paying for, and paid they did, and then paid extra to remain anonymous.
Bea was not the stereotypical owner of a high class escort service; if they made a movie about her she would, of course, be played by some blowsy blonde, addicted to cigarettes and cheap cracks – Hollywood producers love stereotypes. Instead, she was short and slight with dark hair cut in a pageboy style, and she dressed severely in men’s clothes and always wore dark glasses.
It was rumoured Bea preferred women and had told Julia, a famous actor, that, ‘Men think with their cocks, thank God! If they didn’t, I’d be broke and I wouldn’t have my lodge in Aspen. Women think with their hearts,’ she had said softly, gently stroking the inside of Julia’s wrist.
It was also rumoured that Bea and Julia spent a week in a famous Hollywood hotel suite where they played many games that involved a dildo imported from Holland they had nicknamed Frederic. Apparently, so the story goes, when the epic week ended, Bea gave Frederic to Julia, who had it mounted on an polished stand and put it in her hall closet next to her Oscar.
Unfortunately, the law enforcement officials didn’t turn a blind eye to Bea’s business activities. She always blamed the ultra conservative right wing of American politics, but not too loudly as a great deal of the conservative senators and congressmen were actually customers.
Apparently, these conservative politicians enjoyed being flogged by a beautiful girl called Tanya dressed as a catholic schoolgirl. Tanya, who was twenty-four but appeared to be sixteen and specialised as Bea’s Schoolgirl , always took to the flogging with relish and left her conservative clients gasping in pain.
Sometimes, when she was watching television with her lover Sonja, she would giggle when she watched her customers secretly wince at press conferences or in interviews.
But, political hypocrisy and desperate image consultants prodded the law into action and, therefore, Bea had to spend a healthy amount each year to retain the services of an accomplished firm of L.A. lawyers.
And that firm was where Caroline worked.
From their first meeting, Bea and Caroline hated each other immediately and intensely. That meant, of course, that they were exceedingly polite to each other and smiled a lot. Men had no idea as to the extent of the mutual hatred between the women and sat in blissful ignorance in a minefield of hate. Women wished they could get out of the room before either Bea or Caroline produced a weapon of mass destruction from their Louis Vuitton handbags and dropped it on the polished conference room table.
‘Prostitution is such a tawdry case,’ Caroline had smiled sweetly at Bea, ‘but I believe the current crack down will disappear soon and your hookers will be safe to walk the streets again.’
Bea inwardly seethed. ‘My girls don’t walk the streets, as well you know. They offer services far more detailed and caring than a quick roll in the hay. I imagine a quick roll in the hay with the lights off is what you occasionally give that new husband of yours, poor dear.’
‘How dare you!’ Caroline flushed deeply. ‘Our sex life is very full, not that it’s any of your business!’
‘But it is my business,’ Bea smiled thinly, gathering her handbag, ‘Hal has a standing appointment with my girls every week.’
Caroline blinked and gaped as Bea opened the door. ‘He comes for what he can’t get at home,’ was her parting shot. ‘Call me if you want to know what he likes. It would appear that I know, but you don’t!’
That night, Caroline almost attacked Hal and was very aggressive in their lovemaking. Why, she even forced herself to suck his cock for a few minutes before sitting astride him and ramming him into herself. All the time she was mechanically fucking her husband with an obsessed vigour and energy, Bea’s taunting words haunted her.
She couldn’t sleep and stared at Hal’s sleeping face. Bea was lying, Caroline told herself, she had to be! Why would Hal go to her girls? I let him fuck me regularly, don’t I? He loves me, doesn’t he?
It became an obsession and, at last on Monday, she shamefully called Bea. ‘Want to know what Hal likes?’ Bea had mockingly asked in a voice laced with silken triumph.
‘Yes,’ Caroline had admitted, face red and feeling like crying. ‘Yes, I do.’
Bea gave her an address. ‘Be there at two-thirty on Wednesday. You’ll get to see what floats Hal’s boat.’ Bea was laughing as she disconnected the call.
Caroline showed up at the appointed time dressed in a simple business suit and waited. Bea entered, as usual wearing dark glasses and they air-kissed with restrained hatred. ‘This is Caroline,’ she said to the two women standing beside her in black Armani pants suits. ‘She wants to see Hal in action.’ The women nodded and Bea slid some papers across her desk. ‘Sign this, it’s just a standard disclaimer for entering these premises.’
Caroline glanced at the papers but she was so upset at what was happening, so obsessed by it all, that she committed the number one sin of lawyers – she didn’t read the documents before signing them.
Bea smiled. ‘Go with the girls and you will see what Hal likes.’
The women led Caroline to a room with a large four-poster bed. ‘I am Breanne,’ one said, ‘this is Zoe, take your clothes off.’
‘What? Are you kidding…’
‘Take them off or we will take them from you,’ Breanne said calmly.
‘We’d much prefer if you struggled,’ Zoe said with a cruel smile and Caroline suddenly felt frightened. ‘We always enjoy a good struggle.’
‘I don’t…’
Breanne stepped forward and slapped Caroline hard across the face, so hard the force of it sent her reeling across the bed. ‘Get naked, slut, or there will be more!’
‘But…’
Zoe gripped a handful of Caroline’s hair and tugged it viscously before slapping her again. ‘This isn’t a courtroom, sister. We don’t do debates!’
Tears rolling down her wounded face, Caroline kicked off her shoes while she unbuttoned her coat. The two women stood with arms folded, smiling until Caroline was down to her coffee coloured lace bra and panties.
‘Please…’ she began but Breanne wouldn’t let her continue.
‘Naked, or I’ll let Zoe take them off you!’
Sobbing incoherently, hoping the nightmare would be over once they stole her clothes, Caroline unsnapped her bra, and shimmied out of her panties.
Zoe calmly gathered the clothes and Caroline stood with one arm across her breasts, the other covering her crotch. ‘I’ve seen it all before,’ Breanne said wearily, ‘you’ve got nothing new and nothing special, baby.’ Disdainfully, she offered a small drawstring bag. ‘Jewellery – rings, watch, earrings, bracelets, put them all in here.’
Woodenly, Caroline complied, dropping her various pieces of jewellery into the bag. ‘Hair clip,’ Breanne prompted and Caroline removed it, her hair falling forward.
Zoe returned without the clothes and then both of them advanced on Caroline. ‘What do you want…’
Breanne slapped her again and Caroline fell on the bed. Suddenly, leather cuffs were wrapped around her wrists and then attached to ankle cuffs so she was locked in an uncomfortable position, wrists to ankles, knees bent and exposed, so exposed.
The door opened and Bea entered, smoking a pink cigarette in an ebony holder, smiling. ‘Now, that’s much better. That has to go,’ she said, gesturing at Caroline’s pubic hair, ‘he may recognise it.’
‘Please…’ Caroline whimpered, trying to move, but whatever position she tried, her pussy was openly exposed, her large breasts rolling over her rib cage, nipples stirring.
Breanne ignored her and the other woman held Caroline’s legs apart as Breanne switched on the clippers she had suddenly produced. ‘No…!’ Caroline’s head moved from side to side in her humiliation as the clippers ran roughly over her sensitive groin. Zoe winked at her, sprayed her crotch with shaving lather and proceeded to shave. ‘Don’t move,’ she warned and Caroline tried to bury her head in the bedclothes to hide from her own shame and Bea’s mocking eyes. It was done, so smooth, and Zoe calmly removed the shaving cream with a fluffy blue towel.
Caroline had always privately referred to her vagina as her ‘bits’ and now her bits were so clearly visible. It was impossible for Caroline not to see her bald crotch; she stared down at it, her large intimate lips gleaming pinkly against the smooth skin.
Breanne beckoned to Bea and pointed at Caroline’s crotch. ‘Look,’ she said and Caroline turned her head away in shame as Bea leaned forward to look at her newly shaven groin.
‘It’s a birthmark,’ Bea announced and Caroline knew Bea had identified the small almond shaped birthmark on her inner left thigh, situated where her leg met her groin. ‘He might recognise it, so cover it.’
Zoe applied a thick coating of a flesh covered plastic skin over the birthmark and Bea smiled down at the red faced Caroline as they waited for it to dry.
Breanne and Zoe approached Caroline, both carrying bottles of scented oil.
Despite Caroline’s protests and her horror at having two women intimately touch her, the women oiled every part of Caroline’s body so she gleamed in the light and smelled of a musky exotic perfume. The oil, in Caroline’s horrified eyes, made her large breasts look lewd and her now-bald bits, obscene.
‘Why are you doing this?’ Caroline cried but the three women ignored her.
‘The hair,’ Bea instructed, exhaling smoke and Breanne snapped a rubber cap over Caroline’s hair, holding it close to her skull while she fitted a bright red wig on Caroline’s head.
‘A redhead,’ Bea said maliciously, ‘Hal loves to fuck redheads!’
‘I’ll sue you,’ Caroline bawled. ‘I’ll see you in prison, you…’
‘I doubt it,’ Bea said evenly, ‘you signed a release, baby.’
A leather hood was snapped on which covered her upper face to her nose, leaving her mouth and chin free, then closed around her throat. The ponytail of fake red hair emerged from a hole in the rear of the hood and Breanne locked it on with a gold lock.
They pried her mouth open and inserted a ring gag so her mouth was forced to form an ‘O’ and she couldn’t make intelligible sounds. She drooled, her eyes rolling in the eye slits of the hood as they also locked it shut.
Breanne used the same blue towel to clean the make up from Caroline’s lower face and then applied thick lipstick in a shade of orange Caroline would not be normally caught dead in.
‘Roll her over,’ Bea said, stubbing her cigarette out in a large glass ashtray.
Caroline tried to resist but found herself face down, her head turned to the side and her fleshy bottom pointing to the roof, knees bent and her entire crotch obscenely displayed.
Suddenly, she felt hands around her waist and she was lifted up while an enormous round cylinder of a cushion was slid under her breasts. When she slumped down on it, she was bent with knees on the bed; her upper body hanging over the cushion so her breasts wobbled free and her head hung uselessly. All the time, Caroline knew her legs were forced apart and she was helplessly displayed.
‘Tattoo,’ Bea snapped and Caroline tried to protest but her mouth could not form words, spittle rolling from her gaping mouth. ‘Don’t worry,’ Bea laughed, ‘it’s not permanent.’ A transfer was applied to Caroline’s bottom on her left cheek and, in black, it said simply ‘Pain Slut’ .
‘Turn the lights down low,’ Bea instructed the others, ‘our friend here is probably only used to being fucked in the dark.’ Bea knelt down so her face was close to Caroline’s. ‘The tattoo says Pain Slut,’ she said softly, ‘and that’s what you’re going to be because it’s what Hal likes. I don’t think he’ll recognise you with the hair, bald cunt and the tattoo but, then,’ she laughed, ‘he just might… you might have a highly individual cunt that he’ll recognise it immediately.’ She patted Caroline’s arm. ‘I doubt it though. Men are so unobservant and a cunt is a cunt when their dicks are hard.’
The women left Caroline alone in that ignominious position, face down, wrists and ankles connected so her knees were bent and her wobbling bottom and bits would be the first thing that anybody entering the room would see. Then, they would see her breasts hanging like udders over the cushion. Stupidly, the vain part of her wondered why they didn’t leave her in a more flattering position.
She remained like that for ten minutes and then the door opened again. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Bea standing in the door way, her arm linked with Hal’s as both looked in. ‘This is Kryztal,’ Bea said. ‘She’s new and she likes what you like. From opposite ends, of course,’ she laughed.
‘She looks great,’ Caroline heard her husband’s voice. ‘You’ve got her all ready for me?’
‘She’s a submissive pain slut and we treat her that way. Of course, she loves it.’
‘Okay, thanks Bea,’ and, to her horror, Caroline saw her husband kiss her enemy’s cheek.
‘Oh, don’t worry about condoms,’ Bea said with a laugh, swinging the door shut behind her.
‘You sure?’
‘She loves bareback and she’s clean.’ The door shut and Caroline was alone with her husband.
‘Well, hello Kryztal,’ Hal said, his fingers lightly tapping Caroline’s oiled and gleaming bottom. Caroline gurgled in the gag and then cried out as Hal slapped her bottom hard. Then he slapped it again and again until it was covered with red marks and it was stinging. Caroline felt humiliated and used but, strangely, she also felt aroused.
There’s nothing I can do , she told herself, I’m helpless, go with the flow; Hal comes quickly so it will be over soon .
She heard him undressing and then rummaging in the chest of drawers. ‘Bea always leaves me some toys,’ he suddenly said, and Caroline tried to turn her head to see what he was doing.
His hand slapped her bottom again and she gurgled into the gag, then suddenly screamed as she felt him clamp something sharp over her nipples. ‘I think nipple clamps are great, don’t you, Kryztal?’ Hal laughed as she wriggled and moved but it just made her breasts move all the more.
‘I’m going to have fun,’ he said, suddenly close to her ear, fingers roughly kneading her breasts, ‘and I don’t give a fuck if you do. It’s my dime and I’m having fun.
Caroline yelped into the gag as two fingers pushed into her pussy, moving deep and searching. ‘You are a pain slut,’ he murmured, ‘you’re so wet.’
I’m wet , Caroline asked herself, I’m enjoying this?
Whistling, he removed something from the drawers and Caroline felt him buckle a wide strap around her waist, sliding it between her skin and the cushion, pulling it cruelly tight. A vibrator slipped into her pussy, moved in and out in a slow maddening rhythm and then was suddenly removed while fingers pushed something wet and cold on her bottom. No, she silently screamed, not that, please not that, not my bottom!
The vibrator began its relentless journey into her anus while Caroline gurgled and spluttered into her gag, drool escaping from her desperate lips. Suddenly, she felt a second vibrator slipping easily into her pussy and she was so full, so violated. The vibrators hummed into life and Hal connected another strap to the belt around her waist, jerked it between her legs and fastened it back to the belt, keeping the two pulsing vibrators securely in place.
Hal moved to the front, shoved his cock deep into her mouth that was held open by the gag and began to fuck her face. ‘Make me happy, baby,’ he said warningly, ‘or you’ll regret it. Come on, lick and suck.’
Tears were forming in her eyes. Her bits and bottom throbbed to the vibrators, her nipples painfully aware of the clamps, and Caroline desperately began to suck and lick her husband’s cock with a vigour she had never before shown.
‘Pathetic,’ he said succinctly, removing his cock and jerking the clamps from her nipples in one swift movement.
The pain was enormous, worse than when he applied the clamps, and Caroline shrieked into the gag, her body rigid with the pain, her head turning from side to side while she tried to ignore the waves of agony.
Blinking the tears from her eyes, she saw his cock was in front of her face. ‘Try again, bitch,’ he said softly.
Caroline lunged for that cock, bringing her head over to it as quickly as she could before he did anything else to her. Hal slipped the cock into her mouth and smiled as she slavishly licked and sucked, trying to make him come so he would stop, leave her alone, anything!
‘You are the worst cock sucker I have ever met,’ he said, removing his cock and walked to the drawers, ignoring Caroline’s gurgling pleas.
He returned with a strange device, a stubby handle that had many straps of leather attached to it and she stared at it, eyes wide, as he laughed quietly.
For the next twenty minutes he relentlessly used the flogger over her ass and back while the vibrators churned within her. Her muffled screams of pain became pleas of desire as her skin glowed red.
On and on, he flogged – her bottom, her thighs, her back, nowhere was safe, and Caroline felt as if she was just one moaning animal of lust, trying to move her clit against the leather of the belt that was tightly fastened over her crotch. For the first time, Caroline’s entire body was alive with lust and connected to sex. The lid to Pandora’s box was ajar.
Hal dropped the flogger on the bed and surveyed his handiwork. The slut’s skin was red hot and he unfastened the leather straps and laughed as the vibrator in her pussy immediately slipped out, lying glistening on the bed. With another laugh, he jerked the vibrator out of her bottom and Caroline moaned into the gag, the bedclothes wet from her saliva.
Without any thought or concern for her, he fucked her and fucked her hard. Touch my clit , Caroline silently pleaded, please , but Hal ignored her clit and focused on her cunt, ramming that large cock of his in and out.
Almost casually, he pulled out, leaving her vacant and empty, wanting more and, walking around, pushed his cock into her mouth. ‘Last chance,’ he whispered and she desperately sucked, tasting herself on his cock.
With a grunt, Hal came and his cum flooded her mouth while he forced her to continue, forced her to swallow until he finally pulled out, leaving her still face hanging down, his semen trickling through the hole in the gag, dripping on her dangling breasts
In a daze, desperately wanting to cum herself and still tasting his cum, she heard Hal dress and then saw dollar bills flutter onto the bed next to her head. ‘There you go, pain slut ,’ he laughed.
Hal turned to go but then returned as if he had thought of something and Caroline felt his fingers on her bits, feeling something hard being forced inside her. It was bigger than the vibrator and filled her, making her want so much more.
He was chuckling as he left and Caroline felt something light caress her thighs and ass. He’s inserted the handle of that whip thingy in me, she realised with horror and shame, he’s left it there for them to see.
At that point, Caroline really wanted to die. It was an intense contradiction that she also wanted desperately to cum, that she was vibrantly and sexually alive.
A short time later, Breanne, accompanied by Zoe, entered and calmly unstrapped the gag from around Caroline’s head. Gratefully, Caroline began to flex her jaws as the hood was unlocked and removed, as was the wig and skullcap.
Breanne put the items on the chest of drawers while the other woman released Caroline’s ankles and wrist. ‘I’ll let you get that out,’ she said with a smile, pointing at the flogger that poked from Caroline.
Face bright red, Caroline gently pulled it from her glistening wet bits and dropped it with disgust on the bed.
Groaning and wincing with pain, Caroline shakily got to her feet as Breanne put her clothes on the bed. ‘There’s a bathroom there,’ she said, pointing at a small door Caroline had not noticed before. ‘Be quick, we have to get the room ready for the next client.’
Caroline tottered into the bathroom. Her entire body was aching; her back, her bits and bottom and especially her nipples, which felt as if they were on fire. Her face felt as if the gag had mashed it and her bottom cheeks were burning.
‘Oh, no,’ she murmured when she saw the red marks over her back and bottom, ‘how will I ever explain these?’
Bea, flanked by the other two women, was waiting for her when she reluctantly emerged from the bathroom, hair wet from the shower and walking gingerly.
Unable to look Bea in the eye, Caroline looked around for her handbag, saw it, and picked it up. ‘I put his tip in your bag,’ Bea smiled coldly, ‘hookers always want their money.’
‘You bitch,’ Caroline said quietly, eyes lowered, just wanting to get out of the room.
‘I wonder what Hal would think if he knew he had shoved the handle of a flogger into his wife’s cunt after flogging her? Oh, don’t worry,’ Bea sneered when she saw Caroline’s face go white at the thought, ‘it will be our little secret. I imagine it would be difficult for you both to go on with your marriage when all your dirty secrets were out. How would you smile sweetly at each other over the breakfast table if you both knew? Pass the orange juice dear, and why did you push that flogger handle in my cunt last night?’ Bea found that hilarious and laughed loudly.
‘Fuck you,’ Caroline said, pushing past.
‘I think you were the one who got fucked,’ Bea laughed, ‘and I think you liked it.’ The other women grinned when they saw Caroline’s face flush. ‘Give me a call if you want to come back, Kryztal,’ Bea mocked, ‘we’ve always got a slot on our roster for a pain slut!’ Caroline slammed the door behind her.
Resisting the urge to rub her smarting bottom through her skirt, she walked gingerly to the street, searching for a cab and wondering how she was going to hide the marks from Hal. She had no idea what would happen if Hal realised that Caroline knew of his activities and had even witnessed them first hand – really first hand.
It was a hateful experience she had endured but despite all her faults, Caroline actually loved Hal and believed, no, hoped, he still loved her.
I never knew he was such a dominating man , she thought, searching the street for a cab, so rough and powerful. It’s a pity , the thought slipped into her mind, that he didn’t let me cum .
‘Taxi!’
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Truth or Dare with Beth, part 2
It was morning and I was beginning to wake up. I noticed that I was waking up with some good, old fashioned morning wood and was trying to stay asleep to enjoy whatever dream was making me hard this morning. The dream felt so real, it felt as though someone was really stroking my cock. It was all so vivid. It definitely wasn’t my hand, it felt too small and soft. This was incredible, the best dream ever! Then it took a turn my sex dreams never took – I felt a strange feeling in my ass!
Suddenly I realized what was happening. I remembered that I wasn’t alone in bed. I remembered my friend Beth was visiting. I remembered she had found the strap on dildo last night in my apartment. I remembered that she had put it on during our game of Truth or Dare the night before and fucked my ass with it. And I remembered that she went to bed with it still on.
I turned my head to look behind me and see her. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked seductively.
“Of course I did. I always have fun with you.”
“Do you remember our new arrangement?”
“Not at all.”
“What is the new agreement then?” She wanted to hear me say it.
“You are the only one that can make dares now. I have to do anything you want. I am now your bitch for the weekend.”
Beth was rubbing her dildo through my ass crack. As I said those last words the stroking quickened. She was obviously turned on from hearing me say she was in control.
“Are you ready for another ass fucking then?”
“I am ready for anything you want me to do, Beth.”
Her left hand was still reaching around, stroking my cock as we both laid on our right sides. I felt the phallus slide through my cheeks a few more times before after one down stroke it stopped.
“Pull your cheeks apart!”
I reached my left hand back, grabbed my left cheek and pulled it up, giving Beth access to my ass hole. I felt the tip touch my brown hole and then slight pressure. I wanted to feel the cock back inside of me and I felt myself pushing back onto the strap on. Beth pushed forward, my ass relaxed and I felt the head split my crack and push in. She held it there for a second letting me adjust to my anal intruder and feel the round head before she began pushing in more.
Beth wasn’t taking her time being nice and slow while entering me like she had last night. Once she began pushing she just kept going. I felt every inch of the toy sliding past my sphincter muscle. I felt every “vein” of the cock as it slid into me. And then I felt the head pressing against my prostate.
“Oh fuck you are so deep inside of me!”
“I bet I can get it deeper. Would you like to feel me deeper inside your ass?” Beth hissed into my ear.
Without waiting for a reply, Beth took her hand from my cock, placed it on my hips and pushed forward as far as she possibly could. The dildo she was wearing pressed against me from the inside and felt like she was trying to push it through my stomach.
She pulled back and I again felt every ridge of the cock slide across me, just in reverse this time. As the cock began to almost exit me, I felt the pull of Beth’s hand on my hip as her waist moved forward again thrusting the rubber toy back into me. She picked up her pace, moving her hips back and forth, the toy sliding in and out. I loved every second of it. I felt so hard and soft at the same time sliding in and out of me. I could hear Beth breathing in my ear. Her lust was evident. She was loving the power of being on the fucking end of things for once.
“Fuck yeah, take my cock you little bitch! You like your ass filled, don’t you? You love feeling me fuck you deep!”
And I did! Each time she pushed it deep inside me I moaned like a bitch in heat. I never wanted her to take the tool out of me.
I felt Beth shift her weight to her left and made us both roll off of our right sides and onto our stomachs without ever removing the dildo from my ass. Beth’s weight was now on top of me. She moved up onto her elbows, pulled her knees up more and pushed deep inside of me again. In her new position, Beth had even more control and began grinding her pelvis into my ass. Each stroke went all the way out until just the tip was left inside me and then she slammed the entire length back into me.
My dick was pressed against the bed and each thrust also brought with it the pleasure of friction against my shaft. The new sensation was amazing and was making it hard not to cum. Beth seemed to read my mind.
“Don’t you fucking cum yet!” she demanded. “I have another dare planned for that. You let me know when you think you can’t hang on any longer. Until then, just keep enjoying me inside your ass!”
Beth was so worked up now that she couldn’t stop her dirty talk.
“You really love this thing inside of you, huh? I bet you are starting to wonder what a real cock would feel like inside your ass. Would you like that? I know I would like to watch it. That would be so hot, watching some guy ass fuck you!”
She didn’t wait for any answers, just kept turning herself on more with her talk. She was pounding my tight hole. Each thrust carried as much force as she could muster. The bed rocked into the wall each time she pushed it back inside of me. My bed was squeaking and I could only imagine what my downstairs neighbors were thinking!
It was all too much now. I couldn’t last much longer. The fucking had lasted at least 20 minutes and I needed to cum!
“I’m ready to cum, Beth.”
She pulled out of me in one long motion and stood on the bed.
“Roll onto your back. Good, now throw your legs back so you are doubled over with your ass in the air.”
I did as I was told. Beth moved above me, put one leg on each side of me, bent her knees and sunk the dildo back into my ass. She just resumed her fucking in this awkward position. She was sliding into me like a piston in a car engine. I also noticed how close my dick was to my face.
“Are you ready for your next dare?” she asked as she continued thrusting downward. “I dare you to open your mouth, cum on your own face and swallow as much as you can shoot into your mouth!”
Beth kept fucking me, the whole time looking straight down, not taking a chance to miss me giving myself a facial. Each thrust brought my cock closer to my mouth and I wondered if it were possible to give myself a blow job from this position. I was past the point of no return. I needed to cum. As I watched the sexy, slender red head above me repeatedly slam a strap on dildo into my ass, I opened my mouth and began to stroke my cock.
“Oh yes! You’re going to do this! Fuck yeah! Shoot your load all over your face! I want to watch you swallow your own cum so badly! Fucking cum for me!”
Beth’s comments were leaving her mouth as fast as her dildo was penetrating me. Then it happened. The first shot missed my mouth and made me flinch as it landed just below my left eye. I readjusted in time and the second shot landed right on my tongue. So did the second and third before the fourth and fifth missed again and coated my face. I was then done with shots of my load and just moved my cock back over my mouth to let the last few dribbles fall onto my waiting tongue.
“Don’t swallow yet!” Beth demanded as she pulled the dildo out of my ass and let my legs fall back to the bed. “Sit up and open wide!”
She reached over and grabbed her camera and snapped pictures of the sticky jizz in my mouth and on my face. “I am going to cum so hard when I masturbate to these back home! Ok, swallow now.”
I did as was told and felt the creamy mess slide down my throat. I then licked as much as I could off of my lips. Then Beth scooped as much of my spunk off of my chin as possible and fed it to me. Each time I swallowed my seed right down. Each time I enjoyed it more.
“Fuck that was hot!” exclaimed Beth. “Now, clean my dick off like a good little bitch. Taste the remnants of shit you left on my pole you dirty little whore!”
I got on my knees and took the dildo into my mouth and slid my mouth down the shaft, licking it as I went, tasting the muskiness of my own ass. Beth was looking down on me, enjoying treating me like her bitch as I sucked her cock. I felt her pushing farther with each thrust – Beth was trying to get me to deepthroat the rod. My throat began to relax and accommodate more and more of the intruder, just as my ass had done.
“That’s it,” she said approvingly. “Take me in your throat. You are becoming quite the cocksucker and fucker. You could really please some guys cock. I know you are pleasing mine. Now, open up and take it all!”
Beth reached her right hand around the back of my head and began to push as she slowly thrust her hips forward. The object met with resistance the back of my throat, but it was quickly obvious that she would not be pulling backward until she couldn’t push any farther. I began to consciously contort my throat muscles, trying to find a way to take the entire length. Beth began to increase the pressure on the back of my head. There was maybe a quarter inch left to go and Beth pushed my head and jabbed her hips forward and my lips were around the base of the toy – my nose touching her flat stomach. I had taken the entire thing. Since she had gotten it this far into my ass, too, I could taste dried shit every millimeter along the way.
“Look up at me! That’s good! Fuck, I think I can see the shape of it in your throat!”
Beth reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my camera and snapped a picture. She then proceeded to slide the dildo out of my mouth in half inch increments, taking a picture each time she stopped.
“Does this thing have a video function to it?” It did. And Beth found it. For being a small little camera it had surprisingly good video quality and it also recorded sound. She aimed the lens at herself and recorded an intro.
“Hi, this is Beth. I am making my little bitch boy Patrick suck my strap on dildo after I just fucked his ass good and deep with it. I hope you enjoy watching.”
She then trained the camera back down on me and told me to suck her good. I was a little uneasy about the camera, but I wasn’t going to disappoint! I grabbed her hips and pulled my mouth forward as far as possible making myself deepthroat her this time. That received some very positive commentary from her on the video as she kept a running dialogue of the entire event. I got into a good pace. The cock slid past my lips, into my mouth and down my throat. Then slid out of my throat, past my tongue and then the tip was on my lips.
I was sucking her nicely. My throat had adapted to the pole being pushed into it with each thrust and a good amount of saliva had built up acting as lube. But Beth wanted to put on a show for the camera, so she grabbed my head again and began thrusting. She was going all the way in each time, but was moving much faster. She was fucking my face. Saliva was flowing freely and I was drooling out of the sides of my mouth from her fucking. I felt so depraved and I loved it! Finally, Beth slammed her cock home into the back of my throat and instead of pulling back out as I expected, she left the member choking me. My eyes were bugging out of my head as I looked up at her, pleading her with my eyes to take it out and let me breath again. Beth loved it and she told the camera so. At last, she pulled the cock from my throat and my mouth completely. I gasped for air deeply, inhaling as much as possible!
Beth again turned the camera on herself saying, “Now THAT, my friends, is how you suck a cock! I hope you enjoyed watching my slut Patrick blow me!” And she turned the camera off.
“We need two things now,” declared Beth. “First, we need to find a web site to post this video and two, to record more!” And she bent over, kissed me deeply on the lips, and walked out of my bedroom to my computer, leaving me still on my knees. I couldn’t wait for more!
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Oh That Incest!! – Mommy’s Love Knows No Boundaries.
Chapter 3
The workweek was very busy for Sue. She had to
work late several nights and she brought work home
with her. Tommy had the playbook from his new
school to read, so they didn’t have time to talk
about the events of the weekend. Neither of them
knew what to say to the other anyway, so it was
a good time to assess their feelings.
Sue felt guilt about what happened. It felt like she
had taken advantage of her son’s innocence.
Tommy was concerned that his mom would be angry
with him for pushing her too far. Although, she
didn’t act upset and their conversations at the
dinner table seemed normal. Still, he felt juvenile
for not controlling himself and squirting in her face.
Yet, she had left his sperm there, refusing the
offer of his shirt.
On Friday evening Tommy got up enough nerve to
ask his mother if she wanted to go on another
date. He feared the worst when Sue said that they
had to talk.
After a quiet dinner, Sue asked Tommy to join her
in the living room.
Here it comes, Tommy thought.
Sue patted the sofa next to her when she saw
Tommy start to sit in a chair across the room.
She took a deep breath and looked into her son’s
eyes. “Tommy, I feel bad about what happened last
weekend.”
“Mom… I… I… uh…” Tommy started to
speak.
“Let me speak,” Sue said taking her son’s hands
in hers. “I’m sorry about what happened at the
lake. A mother should never do anything like that
with her son. I had too much to drink but that’s
no excuse; I was totally out of line. I, I…” Sue
began to cry.
“Mom, God, you have nothing to be sorry for. I
was the one that started it, I should be
ashamed,” Tommy said, hugging his sobbing mother.
Tommy held her for a long time before he felt like
he had to say what he was feeling. “Mom, I…
I… have to tell you that it was the greatest
experience of my life, no matter whose fault it
was,” Tommy said, lifting his mother’s tear streaked
face. “I never, ever, want to hurt you… or
make you cry.” Tears began to fall from his eyes.
“Oh Tommy, I love you.”
Tommy brought his lips to hers in a loving and
tender kiss. When he pulled away, he held her
face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away
her tears. “I’ll try harder to control myself,” he
promised.
“And so will I,” Sue added, and a little smile
crossed her face.
Tommy smiled back and said jokingly, “But you
have to remember, I’m just a horny teenager.”
Sue raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she broke out
laughing. Tommy joined her, almost falling off the
bed.
When Tommy stopped laughing, he looked at his
mother with that smile of his and said, “How
about another date?”
“You’re incorrigible,” she said.
“I know. That’s why you love me. Another date,
please!”
“All right, but you have to promise to behave,”
Sue said lightly.
“I promise,” he answered excitedly.
“Wait a minute. There have to be some rules.”
“Alright,” Tommy answered, ready to agree to
anything. “Give me the rules.”
“I don’t know all of them but most importantly,
we have to control ourselves. Things have gotten a
little out of hand so far.”
“Does behaving mean that you can’t teach me
more about girls and guys and stuff?”
Sue was quiet for a minute. She knew she was on
very dangerous ground. Her rational brain was
screaming for her to stop all this. Yet, her
emotional side was winning. Finally she spoke. “No,
but it does mean that we have to know when to
stop. When I say ‘stop’, that’s it. You have to
stop whatever you’re doing, as hard as that might
be. Do you agree?” Sue could feel excitement begin
to course through her.
Tommy thought he was going to scream. He wanted
to jump for joy. This was beyond his wildest
imagination. He calmed himself and said in a
controlled voice, “Fair enough, you’re the boss.
Tomorrow night then?”
Sue took a deep breath and said, “Tomorrow
night.”
The following evening, they went out to a late
dinner and came back home. Tommy didn’t try to
kiss her or take advantage of the fact that she had
drunk a few glasses of wine. He was a perfect
gentleman except that he did try to look up her
dress.
Sue just looked at him when she saw his eyes and
said, “Behave.” However, overall, she was
impressed with his control and, strangely, just a
little disappointed.
It was an unseasonably chilly June evening, so
Tommy started a fire in the fireplace while Sue
when upstairs to change. Then he went to the
kitchen and got a bottle of wine and a glass for
his mom. He brought a coke back for himself and
put some soft music in the CD player. He lit
several scented candles around the room.
He was sitting on the sofa when Sue came back
down. She had put on a pair of sky blue silky
pajama pants and top. The blue in the outfit
matched her beautiful eyes. Tommy whistled in
appreciation as he handed her a glass of wine.
“Would you care to dance?” Tommy asked. “I’m
not that good but I’m a quick learner.”
“Great idea! But I thought you didn’t know how?”
“I don’t,” Tommy smiled sheepishly.
“Alright, I guess this is a good time for a lesson
then,” Sue said taking a quick drink before putting
her wine on the table. “Your father had two left
feet but he tried hard and was going to take
lessons before he…” Sue’s voice trailed off. She
stepped forward and took her son in her arms,
placing her head on his shoulder.
Within seconds, she realized that he needed some
major work. She pulled back and smiled at her
son. “You definitely need a lesson,” she said with
a laugh. “Now the first thing is, DON’T STEP ON
YOUR DATE’S FEET.”
“Ah Mom, I know that,” Tommy responded.
They danced for the better part of an hour. Sue
taught him how to hold a girl and how to move
smoothly around the room. Tommy was a fast
learner and got the hang of it very quickly. Finally,
they tired and sat on the sofa together.
“That was great Mom, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Mom, can I ask you a question?”
“Anything dear.”
“Well, all… all the boys talk about things. You
know, girls and things. They… talk about… you
know… oral sex.”
Oh here it comes! thought Sue.
“I… I … was just wondering if girls really like
to do that… uh you know.” Tommy began to
stutter a little, as he became nervous with the
frank question. Suddenly he stopped and his face
flushed. “I’m… sorry, I shouldn’t ask a question
like that.”
“Of course you should ask. How else are you
going to learn,” Sue said, feeling suddenly like a
teacher.
Her response calmed Tommy’s nerves so he
continued. “I know there are a lot of girls that do
it, but do they really like it? I mean… you know,
like the taste?” Tommy was only being partially
facetious with the question. The boys in school all
talked about it but he was curious to know if
women really liked.
“Well, I think a lot of girls like to do it. Your
dad and I…” Sue stopped, not wanting to get
too personal. “I’m sure there are lots of girls that
like it, but I’m not sure they really like the taste.
I guess it’s like Scotch, you have to acquire a
taste for it,” she said and smiled. “I think the
thrill of doing something like that for someone you
love is what I like.” Sue paused for a second to
let him absorb that. Then she added, “Girls also
like to have it done to them, it’s a two way
street you know.”
“Really! I mean… I’ve seen it in movies but I
thought it was just for show,” Tommy said, truly
amazed.
“Of course they do. Don’t be so self-centered,”
Sue said almost in anger. Then her tone softened.
“A man should be just as willing to use his mouth
on a woman as having it done to him. A man
that is good with his mouth will have a lot of
girlfriends.” Sue laughed a little self-consciously,
feeling a little thrill go through her groin at the
thought.
As Tommy sat there thinking about that, he felt his
already hard penis begin to pulse. It did sound like
fun. “Mom,” Tommy said, then hesitated.
“Yes?”
“Mom, since you are my teacher about dating girls
and stuff, would you tell me… uh tell me
about… about… you know the oral sex stuff.
I… mean… how does a girl do it?” Tommy asked
taking a big chance. He figured his mother would
see right through his farce.
Sue sat silent for some time. She held her
wineglass in her hand and stared at the wine,
swirling it around. She felt that old thrill go
through her. “Tommy, I think that’s going a good
bit too far.”
“Okay, I just thought I’d ask. Can’t hurt to ask,
can it?” Tommy said trying to act like it had all
been a joke.
“No it can’t, but let me think about it,” Sue
said putting her glass down on the table. She
leaned over to Tommy and brought his lips to hers.
She had wanted a kiss so bad tonight. Tommy was
being too much of a gentleman.
They held each other, kissing passionately for a long
time. Finally, Sue felt Tommy’s hand on her silk
covered breast. It’s about time! she thought. Sue
moaned into her son’s mouth as he squeezed her
soft breast. Then, she surprised Tommy by reaching
up and slowly unbuttoning her pajama top, all the
way down the front as their lips stayed locked
together. Then she pulled the top open and pressed
her naked flesh to her son. They moaned into each
other’s mouths.
Finally, when they broke away, both of them were
breathing hard. There was fire burning in Sue’s
eyes.
Tommy’s eyes were wide as he looked down at his
mother’s naked chest. He bent his head and started
to kiss down her neck when he felt her hands on
his cheeks.
Sue held Tommy’s face in her hands and looked
into his eyes. Oh hell, she thought, I can’t resist
this boy. Still staring into his eyes, her hand
moved to his crotch and rubbed gently over his
penis. It was throbbing and stretched down the leg
of his shorts. Sue gasped as her hand wrapped
around the shaft. She squeezed him, working down
the cloth-covered protrusion. It felt huge.
Deep inside, Sue’s brain was screaming… Stop!
Stop!
Then Tommy felt his mother’s hand move to his
belt. His heart began to beat wildly.
Sue pulled back and used both hands to open her
son’s shorts. Then she slid off the couch and onto
the floor between his legs, her blouse flapping
carelessly open. She reached up, grasped the waist
of his shorts, and pulled on them. Tommy sat
wide-eyed looking down at his mother.
“Give me a little help, will you?” Sue said.
Tommy came out of his trance, lifted his butt off
the sofa, and let his mother strip his pants and
underwear over his bare feet.
Sue sat back and gasped again. Her son was now
naked from the waist down and his raging erection
was throbbing in front of her face. She studied it
for a second time. He had cum so quickly in the
park that she didn’t really get to see it that well.
His penis was beautiful and perfect. It was longer
and thicker than his father’s, with blue veins
bulging on the sides and a perfectly mushroom
shaped crown. Sue slid her hands up his thighs,
moving forward until she was inches from his penis.
She looked on in wonder at his equipment. Slowly
her hands took hold of the shaft, gently, almost
like it was fine china.
Tommy moaned and bucked his hips.
“Settle down, we don’t want you to go off too
soon. A good blow job should be slow and
sensual,” Sue said, bringing his leaking cock close
to her lips.
Tommy almost climaxed from his mother’s words
alone. “A good blow job,” she had said. He
began to tremble all over.
Sue shot her tongue out, flicking it across the head
and tasting his sweet juice.
Tommy moaned again.
She used her tongue to lick around the head,
teasing the sensitive skin where the head and shaft
met. Sue was being very careful not to over excite
him. She knew from last weekend that he could
cum very quickly.
Sue took the head into her mouth, gently sucking
it, then using her teeth to put a little pressure
around the edges. Sue loved oral sex. She was one
of “those girls” that liked the taste. It had been
one of her favorite things to do to Tommy’s father.
And, she was very good at it too. Tonight, she
used all of her skills to work her son to a peak
and then she would back off, keeping him on the
edge for a long, long time.
Tommy stared in amazement as he watched his
beautiful mother worship his cock. She seemed to
be in a world of her own. He watched as her
tongue licked him and then her mouth sucked him
inside. He would moan each time she would take
the shaft deep into her mouth. Several times, he
began to throb, near orgasm, but his mother would
squeeze tight at the base until he was under control
again. It was the most incredible feeling he had
ever felt.
Sue worked on him for over a half-hour, literally
making love to his penis. However, she knew that
Tommy couldn’t take much more. The truth was
that she couldn’t take much more either. She now
wanted him to cum as bad as he did; she thirsted
for his sweet juice. It had been a long time since
she had tasted sperm. Sue had acquired a taste for
cum years ago.
Tommy wanted to thrust his hips up at his mother
in the worst way, but he sat still, letting her take
the lead.
Sue wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft
and held it tight as she pulled her head back and
stuck out her tongue, flicking the tip. She looked
up at her son who was still staring wide-eyed at
her. Then she closed her eyes and put her mouth
over the head of his penis. Her hand moved up
and down several times rapidly. That was all it
took.
Tommy thought his head was going to explode. He
yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear and
his hips lifted off the sofa.
Sue’s head moved back in surprise at the force of
his ejaculation but kept the head in her mouth. The
hot cream hit the back of her throat, choking her
momentarily. She swallowed just in time for another
blast to enter her mouth. She was ready this time
and swallowed it down rapidly, waiting for the next
shot. It came quickly, filling her mouth to over
flowing. She tried to swallow it all but it was just
too much. It dripped from the corners of her
mouth and ran down to her son’s balls. As his
sticky white cum dripped from her chin, Sue felt
that familiar tremor in her pussy. Suddenly, she
took a huge swallow and began to climax. She
bucked her hips as her vagina throbbed. She lost
control for a moment and stopped sucking. As her
mouth filled, she quickly realized she had to
swallow.
Tommy thought he was going to die. He had never
felt anything so intense. He couldn’t believe that he
was sitting here on his sofa, squirting cum into his
mother’s mouth. And, she was drinking it! He
could hear her struggling to swallow it all. Now he
knew that his mom was right; some girls do like
the taste.
When he could cum no more, Sue released his
depleted penis and moved her tongue down to his
balls to clean up what had spilled from her mouth.
Tommy was lying back exhausted. When he opened
his eyes, he saw his mother’s pretty blue eyes
staring up at him. Her lips and chin were coated
with his white cum, but she had swallowed most of
it. Tommy couldn’t resist; he reached down and
pulled his mother up to him.
Sue was surprised when Tommy brought his lips to
hers; they shared a very wet and intimate kiss.
Both Tommy and his mom realized that the ice had
been broken and that there was no going back. The
best that Sue could hope for was to control how
far they went. However, she knew that that was
going to be exceedingly difficult. After all, she had
her own needs. However, she na‹vely thought that
if she could keep him satisfied orally then he
wouldn’t try to push it further.
The following morning she was in the bathroom in
her bra and panties getting dressed. It was Saturday
and she wasn’t going into work for a change. She
saw Tommy looking into the bathroom through the
slightly opened door. With a sigh, she turned and
looked at him.
Tommy smiled and pushed the door open. “Good
morning Mom,” he said as he stepped into the
bathroom.
“Good morning sweetheart.” Sue kissed his lips
quickly and turned back to the mirror to put her
makeup on.
Tommy stood behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist.
She saw him looking over her shoulder at her thinly
dressed form. Her nipples began to harden under
her thin beige stretch bra. Then she saw his hands
slowly moving up her stomach and over her rib
cage. When his hands reached her bra-covered
breasts, his lips touched the tender area of her
neck. A chill ran through Sue and she whispered,
“Tommy.” However, there was no admonishment in
her voice and she didn’t say stop.
Slowly Tommy pushed his fingers under her bra. “I
want to see your breasts,” he whispered. When his
mother just moaned, he boldly pushed the bra up,
letting both breasts pop free. “Oh God,” he
moaned when he saw her large breasts in the
mirror. His hands covered the soft flesh and began
to knead them like cookie dough.
“Tommy,” Sue moaned again, rapidly losing control.
She could feel her son’s hard penis pressing into
her panty-covered buttocks. Her own hips began to
push backward. With a deep breath, Sue spun
around in Tommy’s arms. She saw him smile and
as he bent to kiss her lips. Instead of giving him
her lips, Sue slid to her knees. Quickly she
unsnapped his shorts and pulled them down. She
gasped when his penis sprung out and hit her in
the face. He hadn’t worn any underwear.
“Oh God Mom,” Tommy moaned as his mother
took his penis into her mouth and began to suck.
His hips began to move back and forth, forcing his
penis to the back of her throat. He watched as
her face showed the pleasure she was getting from
sucking him. Tommy was rapidly reaching the point
of no return. “Mom,” he hissed. When she didn’t
respond, he said it louder. “Mom!”
Sue groaned around her son’s penis and looked up
at him.
“Mom… can I fuck your ti… breasts?”
Sue opened her eyes wide in surprise. God, he
was so much like his father. That was one of his
favorite things to do. Slowly Sue pulled his penis
from her mouth. She looked up at Tommy and
smiled. Then she kissed the swollen head lovingly
before sitting up on her knees until his penis was
between her breasts. She reached behind her,
unsnapped her bra, and dropped it to the floor.
Then she took a bottle of cream from the counter.
Without a word, she squirted it between her breasts
and then closed the mounds around him, imprisoning
him in her soft flesh.
“Ohhhhhh!!!” Tommy moaned as the warm flesh
enveloped him. He watched in excitement as she
began to move her breasts up and down, her
mouth catching the head when it reached her lips.
Tommy knew that he wasn’t going to last very
long. This was just too wild. His hips began to
move quickly, forcing his penis between her breasts
so rapidly that she couldn’t catch the head in her
mouth any more.
Sue held her breasts tightly around her son’s penis,
looking up at his pleasure filled face. She saw him
grimace and knew that he was close.
“Oh God Mom… I’m going to… ohhhhhhh…
cummmmm!!!” Suddenly, Tommy’s penis throbbed
and shot a huge string of juice into the air, hitting
his mother’s chin and running down her chest. Then
another blast hit her and then another, splattering
across her chest. It kept coming until there was
nothing left but a slow trickle.
When the last drop was squeezed out, Tommy
staggered backward. He saw his mother looking at
her cum-covered breasts. Then he watched her begin
to massage the thick juice into the soft skin.
Sue was lost in her own world for a few minutes.
When she realized that Tommy was staring at her
she stood up. “I have to get dressed now, so
give me a little privacy please.”
“Uh… okay,” Tommy said.
As soon as Tommy was gone, Sue closed the door.
She pulled her panties down and began to
masturbate with one cum-covered hand. She used
her other hand to caress her juice-covered breasts
until a strong climax roared through her.
Finally, Sue sighed and dressed, pulling the bra
over her still wet breasts. Strangely, she felt less
guilt now. It seemed that each time got a little
easier. That worried her.
The following evening, Sue and Tommy were
scheduled to go down the street to a neighbor’s
house for a graduation party. Sue was dressed in a
low cut black cocktail dress. The dress exposed a
lot of her breasts and required a bra.
Tommy moaned about having to wear a tie but
when he saw the way his mother was dressed, he
shut up. His eyes stared at her exposed chest.
“Wow Mom!” was all he could muster.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said with a
laugh. “Let’s get going.”
Sue and Tommy walked down the street to the
Wilson’s’ house. It was a large home with stone
pillars in front and a circular driveway. In the
back, they had a large pool with manicured
hedgerows for privacy. The house was the largest in
the neighborhood and was almost out of place.
However, the Wilson’s were nice people and fit in
well with the community.
Shirley Wilson greeted them at the door and hugged
Sue. She kissed Tommy on the cheek and invited
them inside. There was already a crowd of people
inside the house. Within seconds, several women had
Sue in a conversation. Tommy smiled and wandered
around the room. He knew many of the kids but
not too many of the adults. There were a number
of teenaged girls that came up to Tommy but he
spent little time with them. He kept his eye on his
mom.
Once in a while, Sue would look around for
Tommy. She would smile when she saw him looking
at her and then make a face, indicating that he
should mingle with the girls. When he would shake
his head no, she would purse her lips in
exasperation.
Sue had consumed quite a bit of wine in the first
hour of the party. Every time her glass was empty,
someone would give her another glass. Soon, she
was feeling the effects.
The next time she looked for Tommy, she saw him
near the sliding glass door leading to the pool.
When she caught his eye, she saw him make a
motion with his head for her to join him. She had
a feeling he was up to something so she shook her
head no but smiled sweetly. For the next few
minutes, every time she saw him, he would motion
for her to follow him. Finally, she gave in and
walked toward him.
“Let’s go out and get some air,” Tommy said,
leading his mother out the open slider.
It was a beautiful moonlit evening with a cloudless
sky and fireflies flickering their mating calls. Tommy
and Sue walked down the sidewalk, past the
hedgerow. When they reached the end, Tommy
pulled his mother to the other side. He quickly
pulled her into his arms and brought his lips to
hers.
“Tomm… mmmmm…” Sue moaned as she tried
to protest. This was very dangerous, she thought
but was unable to dissuade him as his tongue
pressed into her mouth. Soon, Sue gave up her
protest and melted into Tommy’s strong arms. She
felt his hands sliding down her bare back and
across her dress to cup her buttocks.
Tommy pulled his mother’s groin to his and let her
feel how excited he was.
Sue moaned again and pressed back.
“God, I needed that,” Tommy said breathlessly
when their lips parted after a long kiss. “Every
time I looked at you I wanted to rush over and
kiss you.”
Sue could feel her head spinning from the kiss and
the wine. She brought her lips to his for a second
kiss that lasted even longer. She worked her tongue
into his mouth and felt him immediately capture it
with his lips. She moaned as they pressed their
lower regions together even harder. His hands
cupped her buttocks under her tight dress, squeezing
the supple flesh in his strong fingers.
One of Tommy’s hands slid around and then down
to Sue’s naked thighs.
“Tommy,” Sue said as she felt him slowly moving
it up her leg. In spite of her admonishment, her
legs moved slightly apart. “Oh my God,” she
whispered as his hand reached her vagina.
Tommy moaned as his fingers felt a woman’s private
parts for the first time. He could feel the swollen
and wet lips under his searching fingers. Then a
finger found the dripping hole.
“Tommy, Tommy, please,” Sue pleaded as if she
couldn’t stop him. A slow moan escaped her lips
as his finger slowly slid into her body.
Within seconds, Tommy’s hand was dripping with his
mother’s sex juice. He moved his finger in and out
of her warm hole, loving the feeling of her slick
inner flesh. Quickly, before she could protest, he
added a second finger. He heard her moan again
and her hips pressed down, taking both fingers all
the way inside.
Sue had lost control. Her hips began to work up
and down on her son’s fingers and her head was
spinning wildly. It took only a few more thrusts
before she began to tremble.
Tommy was a little surprised as his mother began
to shake. Suddenly, he realized that she was
climaxing on his fingers. He smiled and worked
them into her harder, creating a loud sucking sound
in the otherwise quiet night.
When Sue stopped shuddering, she almost collapsed
into Tommy’s arms.
Tommy looked over the hedgerow and saw that they
were still alone. He placed his hands on his
mother’s shoulders and began to gently push
downward. “Suck me,” he hissed, as she went to
her knees.
Sue head was still foggy as she settled to her
knees on the cool grass. “Tommy, this is crazy,”
she said as she looked up at him, her eyes still
sparkling with fire in the moonlight. Yet, even as
she spoke, she was opening his pants.
Tommy kept looking back across the hedgerow at the
house to make sure no one came outside. He
turned back in time to see his mother take his
penis into her mouth. “Ahhhhh!!!” he groaned
as her talented mouth took possession of his hard
shaft.
Sue moaned as well as she tasted the sweet flavor
of his penis. She felt Tommy’s hands on her head.
She let him direct her head back and forth. Then
she began to move her hand back and forth, trying
to bring him off quickly. Even in her wine-fogged
brain, Sue still knew that someone could come upon
them at any time.
Fortunately, it wasn’t going to take long for Tommy
to cum in his mother’s mouth. However, suddenly,
he wanted something different, something really nasty.
He pulled back, his penis coming out of his
mother’s mouth with a pop.
Sue looked up at him in surprise. Then she felt his
hands on her shoulders pushing the straps of her
gown and bra down her arms. “What are you
doing?” she whispered in panic.
Tommy didn’t answer as he pushed her straps down
until her breasts were free from the bra. He
pointed his penis downward. “Jerk me into your
bra,” he whispered excitedly.
“Good God Tommy, no!” Sue exclaimed in protest.
Still, she grasped his penis and began to masturbate
him. She jerked on his penis in rapid motions, her
hand moving in a blur.
“Yes, yes,” Tommy moaned as his legs tensed.
Sue was breathing hard again. She couldn’t believe
what she was doing but it was turning her on
nonetheless. When she heard Tommy moan, she
directed the head of his penis into one cup of her
bra. She shivered as she watched his thick white
juice splatter into the cup. When several squirts had
coated the inner liner of that cup, she moved the
head quickly to the other cup. Soon, both sides
were coated with Tommy’s thick discharge and it
was running down, pooling in the middle.
Suddenly, there were voices coming from the house.
As the voices grew closer, Sue quickly pulled her
top back up, pushing her breasts into the wet
material. She moaned as Tommy’s hot cum coated
her nipples. Then she helped Tommy get his penis
back into his pants. Just as they stood up and
stepped from behind the hedgerow, Shirley Wilson
and a friend walked by.
“Oh that’s were you are,” Shirley said. “I told
Marge that I saw you go outside with Tommy.”
“Uh… yes, Tommy… uh and I needed to get a
little air.”
“Well, come with me, I want Marge to tell you
about a community project that she’s working on.”
Tommy watched as the two ladies led off his
mother. He smiled. God if they only knew! he
thought.
Sue followed the two women back into the house.
She could feel her sex juices filling her panties as
her breasts swam in her son’s juice. She could
even smell it and hoped that no one else could.
She knew that she would have to escape them soon
and find a bathroom to take care of her own
renewed desires
After the episode at the party, Sue and Tommy
gradually became comfortable with their new
relationship. Sue still knew it was very wrong but
she no longer chastised herself for it. It was what
her son needed right now she rationalized. It was
their little secret.
They both grew very casual about how little they
wore in front of each other. It seemed to Sue that
Tommy was always stopping in to talk when she was
getting dressed. It never took long for Tommy to
show that he was interested in more than
conversation. Sue rarely protested.
Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for
work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in
her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be
drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay.
Sue was actually disappointed when they missed a
morning or evening. She almost felt like she had
become addicted to her son’s semen.
Sue was in her bathrobe after her shower one
morning a week or so later. She had just taken
her panties out of the drawer when Tommy tapped
on the door. Sue told him to come in.
“Good morning Mom,” Tommy said brightly as he
sat on the bed.
“Hi sweetie.”
“What’s on the agenda today?” Tommy asked
watching his mother closely.
“Well, we have a lot of yard work to catch up
on so I think we had better stay home and get it
done.”
“All right, if we have too,” Tommy said in mock
exasperation.
Sue untied her robe and dropped it from her
shoulders, standing naked unashamedly in front of
Tommy.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Tommy said sincerely.
“Thank you,” Sue whispered. There was no longer
any embarrassment at being naked in front of him.
As she bent over and picked up her panties, she
saw his eyes staring at her breasts as they swung
naturally below her. She took her time pulling her
panties up, beginning to enjoy the show. As the
silky panties crossed her thighs, she turned her back
to him and heard him gasp.
Tommy had an erection before he walked into the
room but now it was throbbing in the tight confines
of his shorts. As his mother went to get her bra,
he pulled his zipper down and freed his shaft from
its prison.
It was Sue’s turn to gasp when she turned around
and saw him holding his erect shaft. Every time she
saw it, it looked bigger, she thought. She
swallowed hard as she stood frozen, holding her bra
in her hand and watching him slowly move his hand
up and down. In all the years she was married,
she had never seen her husband masturbate. While
she had asked him to on occasion, he had always
refused. He said that he would be too embarrassed.
It was obvious that Tommy didn’t have that
problem.
Tommy watched his mother’s face as she watched
him masturbate. He found it an incredible turn-on
to have her watch him. “Do you like watching me
masturbate?” Tommy asked breathlessly.
It took a moment for Sue to answer. Her throat
was suddenly dry. “Yes,” she choked out in a
hoarse whisper.
“Then sit down and I’ll show you how I like to
do it.”
Sue backed up until she sat in her vanity chair,
her eyes never leaving Tommy.
Tommy stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt.
Then he opened his shorts and began to pull them
down. Suddenly, he turned until his back was to
his mother. Like a stripper, he slowly pulled his
shorts below his buttocks. Tommy was as surprised
as his mother at his boldness.
Sue sat fascinated as she watched her son strip for
her. Tommy had been just a little boy the last
time she saw him completely naked. He certainly
wasn’t a little boy anymore, Sue thought as his
shorts fell to his feet and he kicked them away.
She scanned his naked body from behind. His
shoulders were broad and rippled with muscles. His
waist was narrow and his hips jutted out from all
the strenuous training. However, his buttocks were
his best asset. They were rock hard and perfectly
shaped globes. His thighs were strong and lean
without an ounce of fat. He could be a male
stripper, Sue thought.
Slowly, Tommy turned around. His penis was now
pulsing and there was a long strand of clear liquid
hanging from the tip. Tommy began to stroke
himself again. More of his clear juice bubbled out,
stretching in a silvery string toward the carpet. “Oh
God Mom, I’m getting close,” he warned. Tommy’s
hand moved rapidly up and down until his thighs
tensed. When he was ready to squirt, he held his
hand under the head. Suddenly, he began to pour
the contents of his balls into his outstretched hand.
Sue watched in excited fascination as her son
climaxed into his own hand. She saw his hand fill
with his sperm and begin to spill over the sides.
With a moan she dropped to her knees and quickly
licked the cum dripping from his palm. As soon as
Tommy was done, Sue turned his cum filled hand
to her mouth.
In another similar incident, Tommy caught his mother
just as she was ready to go out the door to
work. He brought her to him and kissed her
passionately.
“Tommy, my makeup,” she protested as he kissed
her lips, then her face and neck.
“Suck me!” he said like a command.
Sue moaned and moved quickly to her knees in
front of her son. She set her briefcase down and
took his penis into her hand. She heard him groan
from far away as she caught a drop of dripping
juice on her tongue, following it with her mouth to
the swollen head. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned deep
in her throat as she sucked the head into her
mouth.
Tommy grasped his mother’s face in his hands. As
his hips began to move back and forth, he could
see the head of his penis sliding in and out of
her mouth under her cheeks. He pressed his thumbs
to her cheeks and felt his shaft as she sucked it
deep into her throat.
Sue sucked Tommy until she could tell that he was
getting close. She was ready to drink his sperm
when she felt him pulling on her shoulders. In
surprise, she let him slip out of her mouth and
she stood up. She let Tommy’s lips capture hers
without protest now. Her makeup could be fixed
afterward.
As their bodies pressed together, Sue could feel his
erection pressing against her stomach. She moaned
as their hips began to move against each other.
She knew that she was going to have a wet mark
on the front of her skirt. When she felt Tommy’s
hand move down to push her dress up she began
to shiver. However, when he grasped his penis and
pushed it between her legs she said, “Tommy,
no!” Suddenly, she realized that she was lucky she
had her panties on. It was the only thing
preventing penetration. Sue almost sighed when he
didn’t try to do anything else. She wasn’t sure she
could have stopped him.
“Oh God Mom!” Tommy moaned as he moved his
hips back and forth between her warm thighs. He
could feel her sex lips pressing down on the top of
his shaft, the gusset of her panties rapidly becoming
soaked with their combined juices.
When Sue was certain that Tommy was near
ejaculation, she pushed him away from her.
Tommy thought that she was going to go to her
knees and suck him again. However, he was
surprised when she reached down and pulled the
crotch of her panties away from her sex. Then for
just a second, Tommy thought that she was going
to let him penetrate her.
However, Sue had other ideas. She took Tommy’s
penis and situated it between the wet crotch of her
panties and her dripping sex lips. His penis was at
an odd angle, pointing downward. That made Sue’s
sex lips split apart and cover the shaft with her
wet and swollen flesh. She slid her panties back
over her lips, trapping his penis inside the silky
material. Then, she began to move back and forth
again, massaging him with her swollen lips. She
knew that Tommy wouldn’t last long.
Almost as soon as he felt her blood filled lips on
his penis, he groaned and his penis lurched,
spewing his thick cum onto the gusset of her little
red panties.
Sue’s climax wasn’t far behind. When she felt her
vagina being sprayed by her son’s semen, her legs
shook and her body went into convulsions. If Tommy
hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed
to the floor.
When Tommy felt his mother’s body stop shaking,
he staggered back in exhaustion.
Sue found it difficult to focus her eyes. She backed
up unsteadily and leaned against the front door.
When she could get her breath again she shook her
head. God that was close, she thought.
Tommy smiled at his mother with exhaustion on his
face. Then he pushed his now soft penis back into
his pants and said, “Have a nice day.”
Sue picked up her briefcase and opened the door.
As she stepped out onto the front porch, she was
suddenly very much aware of her sodden crotch. For
a second, she considered going back into the house
to clean up. A naughty thrill went through her as
she walked down the sidewalk to her car. Sue went
to work with her sex lips swimming in Tommy’s
sperm.
Sue was sitting at her desk one evening, still in
her white blouse and blue skirt that she had worn
to work. She was thinking about her and Tommy’s
relationship as she did quite often. She had done a
lot of soul searching during the last few days. Their
relationship has progressed well beyond anything she
could have ever imagined. So far, it had been
limited to oral sex and a little masturbation. The
nagging question on her mind was where did they
go from here? It was getting more and more difficult
for her to control things. It had been so close the
other day.
It seemed that almost every time they were
together, they couldn’t keep their hands off each
other. He would touch her or kiss her and that
would start it. She would respond and things would
get out of control from there.
“Hi Mom,” Tommy said, coming into the room
and sitting down.
“Hi Tommy. I thought you were going to the ball
game with Joey?”
“I was but he has a cold and cancelled out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather be home with you.”
Sue looked at him and shook her head. “What am
I going to do with you?” she asked rhetorically.
“Love me,” he said with a big smile and opened
his arms to her.
Sue put down her pen and then walked over to sit
on Tommy’s lap. She kissed his lips and then
snuggled into his arms. Suddenly, she felt so
protected in his embrace.
“Mom, you… uh… we have… uh done a lot
of… you know… things,” Tommy said hesitantly.
Sue was silent, wondering where this was going to
go.
“You said… uh… you said that it was selfish for
a man just to take and… and not give back.”
Immediately, Sue knew what was coming. It wasn’t
like she hadn’t expected it. However, she that what
he was going to ask was a big step.
“Will you teach me… to uh… you know… do
oral on you?”
Sue was silent for a long time. She could feel her
heart beating hard in her chest. There was a
tremendous struggle going on in her head. On one
hand, she had done so much already, what was
the difference if she let him do it to her? On the
other, she knew that it would be taking their
relationship to a new level. However, the thought of
having his mouth on her was incredibly exciting. So,
what would be the harm? Who would know?
“I… I don’t know Tommy,” she said reluctantly.
“Let me think about it.”
Tommy felt a thrill of excitement go through him.
Every time she said that, she came back and did
what he wanted. “That’s fair,” he said and his
hand moved up to caress her breast.
Sue could feel his erection pressing into her
buttocks. With a sigh she slid off his lap and knelt
between his legs.
Tommy smiled and opened his pants. He reached
inside and pulled out his swollen erection. When Sue
went to grab it with her hands, he grabbed her
wrists, holding her hands away. He lifted up slightly
and slid the head into her mouth. He watched his
mother suck him for a few minutes and then, with
his penis still in her mouth, he stood.
Sue backed up and let Tommy stand in front of
her. She knew what he wanted when his hips
began to move back and forth while he held her
arms over her head. He wants to fuck my mouth,
she thought. A moan escaped her stretched lips as
she let her son use her mouth.
When Tommy let go of his mother’s hands, he
grasped her head. He was happy to see that she
let her arms slip idly to her sides. Tommy’s hips
continued to move back and forth as he pulled her
head toward him. He heard his mother choke and
eased up but then he felt her move forward,
forcing him to the back of her throat again.
For some strange reason, Sue suddenly felt very
submissive. It wasn’t like her to play that role.
However, at the moment, it felt right. She moaned
submissively and let her son pound into her mouth.
As his movement grew more rapid, saliva began to
drip from the corners of her stretched mouth.
Tommy’s legs were spread wide and his knees
slightly bent as he moved rapidly in and out of her
mother’s willing mouth. His fingers were curled
tightly in her hair as he moved almost violently in
and out. It was a strange feeling of power to
Tommy. He was in control.
Within seconds, Tommy felt his balls begin to
tighten. He was ready to climax far too soon.
Suddenly, Tommy pulled away from his mother. He
let go of her hair and grabbed his shaft at the
base. He was going to try to stop the climax like
she had taught him. However, when he looked
down and saw her face looking at him expectantly,
he knew that he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Sue’s breath was coming in great gasps. Her eyes
were opened wide as she stared at her son’s
quivering penis as she sat back on her haunches
and waited.
Tommy could feel his sperm backing up as he held
his penis tightly at the base. Suddenly, he bellowed
and eased the pressure on the base. His sperm
flew out with such force that it arched across his
mother’s head, landing in her hair. The next blast
hit her directly in the face, splattering on her
forehead and dripping to her cheek. Then another
blast hurtled toward her.
Sue closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs
together as her own climax began. Her sex lips
throbbed with pleasure as she felt her son’s juice
continue to cover her face. She held her face out
to the spray as if she were in the shower, loving
the warm liquid.
Amazingly, Tommy’s climax seemed to go on and
on, covering his mother’s face and splattering on
her white blouse and skirt. Finally, as his climax
dwindled, his legs weakened and he fell back into
the chair. Through hooded eyes, he saw his mother
scraping his cum from her face and putting it into
her mouth.
At the breakfast table the following morning, Tommy
brought up the inevitable question. “Mom, you said
you would think about what I asked.”
Sue looked at her son and smiled. “We’ll see,”
was her only commitment. Sue had made up her
mind but she wasn’t ready to reveal her answer to
Tommy yet.
‘We’ll see,’ Tommy thought. That’s as good as
yes. He couldn’t control the smile that crossed his
face.
Sue and Tommy decided to go to their favorite
restaurant that night. As always, Tommy was ready
early, waiting at the door for his mom. When she
came down she was wearing a very short skirt with
high heels. However, on top, she had on a dark
sweater that buttoned down the front with a white
blouse underneath. The top looked like something
that a schoolteacher would wear. However, the skirt
looked hot. Tommy was curious about her selection
of clothing but decided not to say anything.
When Sue got into the car, she made sure that
she carelessly spread her legs, giving her son a
clear view of her shiny pink panties and the creamy
white skin above her thigh high stockings. Once he
was in the car, Tommy was bold enough to reach
over and place his hand on her thigh. He drove
with one hand and used the other to slide her
skirt up so he could see her panties. Sue let
Tommy’s hand move up until he reached her
panties, stopping him only when she thought he was
being distracted from driving. She grabbed his hand,
leaving it on her thigh, and gently told him to pay
attention to the road.
Sue and Tommy got their special table in the back
of the restaurant, giving them the privacy that they
wanted. The two chatted until the waitress took
their drink order. When she left, Sue said she had
to go to the ladies room. Several minutes later she
returned and stopped next to Tommy. She held out
her hand, indicating that he should open his hand.
She placed a piece of balled up material into his
hand and sat down.
Tommy looked at his mother with raised eyebrows
and then opened his hand. He felt his penis lurch
in his pants when he saw the silky pink balled up
material. It was his mom’s panties. Suddenly, he
saw the waitress out of the corner of his eye and
quickly put the hand holding the panties below the
table. He didn’t know if the waitress saw what was
in his hand but he did know his face was as red
as a beet. His mother just smiled at his obvious
distress.
After they had ordered dinner and the waitress was
gone, Tommy pulled his hand from under the table.
He looked at the tiny pair of panties and saw that
the crotch was soaked. Not even thinking, he
brought the crotch to his nose, inhaling deeply, his
eyes on his mother all the time.
Then Sue watched with shock as Tommy casually
opened the crotch and brought it to his lips.
He kissed the wet material and then made a show
of sticking out his tongue and licking the gusset
from one end to the other.
Sue sighed deeply and closed her eyes as a shiver
ran through her.
Tommy’s penis was now fully erect. It was his first
taste of his mother’s sex juices. He felt his hand
trembling as he forced himself to ball the material
up and put into his pocket. Then he reached down
adjusted his penis in the very tight confines of his
pants.
Sue suddenly realized that Tommy had one-upped
her. However, Sue wasn’t done yet.
When dinner was served, Tommy and Sue ate in
silence, looking at each other with loving glances.
About mid-way through the meal, Tommy saw his
mom look around the restaurant. Seeing that no one
was close by, Sue reached up and began to
unbutton her sweater. Tommy thought she was
starting to get warm. When all the buttons were
undone, Sue pulled the sweater away from her
chest. Tommy was shocked to see that the blouse
was totally see-through; he could see all of his
mom’s firm breasts with her hard pink nipples
pushing through the material. Tommy could no longer
concentrate on dinner. His thoughts were on the
fact that his mom was sitting across from him
naked under her clothes and that he just might get
to eat her tonight.
“Mom, can we go?” Tommy asked, his food only
half eaten.
“I think that is an excellent idea, besides, I think
I owe you a lesson.”
Tommy’s penis throbbed in his pants and he jumped
up and practically pulled his mother out of the
restaurant.
Driving home, Sue took off her sweater and sat
next to her son with only her see-through blouse
covering her chest. Tommy was going crazy trying to
keep his eyes on the road.
Sue knew that it was dangerous to tease him this
way when he was driving. However, she had been
thinking about what she was going to let him do all
day and it was driving her crazy with desire.
It was difficult for Tommy to keep within the speed
limit as he rushed home. He had barely come to
a stop at the house when he jumped out of the
car and ran around to open the door for his
mom. As Sue swung around, he got a close look
at his mom’s exposed vagina. His eyes opened wide
in shock when he saw that she had no pubic hair.
The normally soft blond hair was all gone, leaving
her lips smooth and shiny. Tommy stood frozen
looking between his mother’s legs. Now his heart
was pounding so loud that he thought she might
hear it.
When Sue made the decision to let Tommy eat her,
she decided to shave herself. His father loved her
that way. As she got out of the car, she stood in
front of him with a wide smile. “What’s the
matter sweetie,” she asked, knowing the answer
already. She smiled, realizing that she had the
upper hand again.
“Uh… uh… nothing,” he struggled to say.
Sue turned and walked toward the house, still
smiling.
It took a few seconds for Tommy to realize that he
was standing on the sidewalk alone. He hurried up
the walk and followed his mother into the house.
“Tommy, get me a glass of wine and bring it to
the living room for me please,” Sue said, turning
to go into the living room.
Tommy rushed to get the wine, shaking so bad that
he nearly broke the glass. He tried to steady his
hands as he walked back to the living room. He
saw his mother sitting on the sofa waiting for him.
When he handed her the glass, his hand was
trembling so much that the wine almost spilled over
the top. He didn’t notice that his mother’s hand
was shaking as well.
Sue took a large drink of wine and patted the seat
next to her.
Tommy sat down without a word. He was afraid
that his voice wouldn’t work.
Sue sighed and said, “Tommy, this is a big step
for us. I know that you have wanted to ea… uh
perform oral sex on me for a long time. Frankly,
I’ve wanted it just as much, if not more. It is
one of the things that I miss most about Bob. He
was very good. Your father… your father and I
used to do that all the time. In fact, the first
time was on a sofa just like this in his mother’s
house. It was so crazy because his parents, your
grandparents, were sleeping in the next room. We
did many crazy things,” she added as her eyes got
misty and she stopped talking.
Tommy reached over, took his mother’s hand, and
sat silently, waiting for her to continue.
“I’m so confused sometimes Tommy. What we’ve
done is so wrong but… but I can’t resist you. It
could be so dangerous for both of us. It’s all so
crazy.”
“Mom… uh… we don’t have to do.”
“Shhh,” Sue said and placed her fingers on
Tommy’s lips.
Sue stood up in front of Tommy and slowly began
to unbutton her blouse. She shrugged it off her
shoulders and paused, letting Tommy look at her
large breasts so close to his face.
Tommy could see her excitement as her chest moved
up and down with her rapid breathing. His own
breath was beginning to come in short gasps.
Slowly, Sue began to pull her skirt up her thighs.
She paused for a second when it was just below
the level of her crotch, teasing Tommy. Then she
pulled it to her waist and a little moan of
excitement escaped her lips.
Tommy gasped. He had never seen anything so
exciting in his young life. On display in front of
him was his mother’s very wet and swollen sex.
There wasn’t a speck of hair anywhere on the
surface, from her navel to her thighs. The outer
lips were so smooth that they were almost shining.
The inner lips were protruding and there were
strings of her sex juice hanging precariously, ready
to drip to the floor. Her thighs, all the way to
the tops of her nylons, were sparkling with her
juice.
When Sue saw that Tommy was ready to grab her,
she pushed him back. “Wait,” she said and turned
to walk over to a comfortable chair. She left her
high heels on and her skirt pulled up around her
waist as she sat in the chair. Then she lifted her
legs and threw them over the arms of the chair,
pushing her sex out at her son in an obscene
manner.
Sue crooked her finger at her son and said in a
breathless tone, “I think the best position for you
is on your knees between my legs.”
Tommy jumped up and hurried over to his mother,
his eyes never leaving her displayed sex.
“Take your clothes off first.”
Sue watched as Tommy stripped in record time,
throwing his clothes on the floor in his haste. Then
she looked at her son’s totally naked body. Her
eyes traveled up and down his body, settling on his
pulsing erection. God, he’s going to drive the
women crazy someday, she thought.
Tommy fell to his knees between Sue’s legs and
brought his mouth very close to her swollen and
leaking sex. He put his trembling hands on her
thighs, forcing them further apart, intending to dive
in.
“Just a minute, sweetie,” Sue said, putting her
hands on her son’s shoulders to hold him back.
“You need a few lessons in the female anatomy
before you EAT ME,” Sue said, emphasizing the
words “eat me”.
Tommy sat back and watched as his mom spread
her legs even further apart. As he looked on with
wide eyes, his mother used her fingers to open the
pink lips. Tommy felt his mouth begin to water. He
could smell her excitement and see the juice
bubbling in her open hole.
“You see this little button here?” Sue said, pointing
to her clit. “This is the center of a woman’s
sexual arousal. It is very sensitive and needs to be
treated with great kindness. I will tell you more
about that in a minute. Down here are my outer
and inner lips.” Sue stretched the inner lips apart,
letting him see how flexible they were.
“The outer lips are not as sensitive and can be
handled a bit more forcefully. However, these,” she
said, fingering the inner lips, “can be quite
sensitive. Look how wet they get when I get
excited.” Sue tried to keep her voice calm and
appeared to be very matter-of-fact in her
description. However, on the inside she was burning
up with need. Watching the wonder and excitement
in her son’s eyes was almost more than she could
stand.
Tommy could see the thick juice now trickling out of
his mother’s hole. He could feel his own penis
pouring juice out as he waited for her to let him
eat her. He was breathing through his mouth now
in an attempt to get enough oxygen. His head was
spinning like he was falling from a great height.
“Inside the hole is where the cock goes and is
very receptive to a soft tongue.” Sue began to
breath very hard as she forced herself to continue
the description. “Ohhhhh!” Sue moaned when her
finger brushed against the sensitive clit. “As I… as
I showed you before, this… this is my… my
clit,” Sue said, spreading the lips wide and letting
the tiny nub peek out, her hands shaking with
excitement.
Tommy focused his eyes where his mother was
pointing. He was fascinated by the smooth piece of
flesh between her lips. It almost looked like a
miniature head of a penis.
“My clit is… is… very sensitive. When I’m this
excited, even a little touch can send me off. It’s
very swollen now. Be very gentle with it, please,”
Sue said, almost delirious.
Tommy knew most of this stuff from high school
biology. However, that had been a big joke with
none of the boys paying much attention. Now,
watching and hearing his mom talk about her sexual
parts had him shaking with desire. His eyes never
left her sexual parts as she began to use her
finger to massage her spread lips.
“Ohhhhh Jesus!” Sue moaned, closing her eyes in
pleasure.
He watched in amazement as she put first one
finger inside of herself. Then she added a second
and a third until all three fingers were inside her,
almost to the last knuckle. When she pulled them
out, they were slick with juice.
Sue held her trembling fingers up to her son.
Tommy’s mouth closed around all three fingers,
sucking loudly. Was it him or his mom that moaned?
The taste was like nothing he had ever tasted
before. It was thicker and much sweeter than the
little bit he had tasted on her panties.
“I want you to put your tongue right here
Tommy,” Sue said in a shaky voice, pointing to
her spread open hole. “It’s time for you to
practice your lesson. I want you to eat my juicy
cunt. I need your tongue so bad, please, please,
EAT ME NOW,” Sue said, suddenly losing control
and almost screaming.
Tommy quickly bent forward, his mouth inches from
her dripping lips.
Sue placed both hands on the sides of his head,
trying to pull his face into her steaming crotch.
Tommy resisted, now the one torturing them both.
With his face an inch from her dripping lips, he
breathed in deeply; her wonderful smell excited him
tremendously. Then his tongue came out to touch
the slippery lips. He heard his mom moan, as his
tongue touched her sex for the first time. Then his
tongue brought the taste into his mouth.
Sue watched her son swallow her juice and moaned.
She grasped his head again, her desire back under
control for the moment. “Gently, gently, lick around
the lips,” she instructed, moving his head with her
hands.
Tommy let his mother move his head around, his
tongue stretched out for her pleasure. Suddenly, he
wondered why his friends talk about this in gross
terms. He found it a beautiful and intimate act. He
knew instantly that he would love it for the rest of
his life.
His mom didn’t need to hold his head any longer
as Tommy began to use his tongue and lips on his
own. His mouth covered her hole and he began to
suck the swollen lips inside. Then he bit them
gently and then used his tongue to lap across the
wrinkled surface.
“Ohhhhhhh, that’s it, that’s it, suck them, suck
my lips. Oh my God, I can’t stand it. Suck me,
suck Mom’s cunt,” Sue screamed almost
incoherently. Then, she began to buck her hips into
his face. She pulled his head up slightly, his tongue
making contact with her swollen clit. Her legs shot
up and wrapped around his neck, imprisoning his
mouth in her wet flesh.
That was all she could stand. Suddenly, she let out
a long wail and went over the top, shuddering and
screaming as a tremendous climax overtook her. She
pulled the poor boy’s head hard into her convulsing
vagina, almost smothering him in the process.
Tommy didn’t mind at all. His face was inundated
in his mom’s juice. Her lips were spread on his
face, spreading her slick juice from his chin to his
forehead. It almost felt like his face was buried in
a juicy watermelon.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God
Tommmmmmmmmyyyyyy!!!” Sue’s hips were pushed
up in the air and she was almost on her back on
the cushion of the chair.
Tommy let his face be used for his mom’s
pleasure. He pushed his tongue deep into her
convulsing hole and the slick walls inside her vagina
quivered around it.
Sue’s climax went on and on. Each time she
thought she was done, Tommy would hit a new
spot and bring her to a peak again. She thought
she might pass out as her heart pounded and she
gasped for breath.
Finally, Sue’s body began to relax with little tremors
still running through her. Then, she had to push
Tommy’s face away from her now sensitive sex lips.
She had never had a climax as good or one that
lasted as long. Her body felt like a limp rag. She
was slumped on the chair; both legs still wrapped
around Tommy’s neck. When she looked at her son
kneeling between her legs, there was a silly grin on
his face. His face was literally covered with her
juice.
“My God, I had forgotten how good it felt to be
eaten,” Sue gasped when she could talk again.
“Tommy, you just gave me the best climax of my
life. Thank you… thank you, you were wonderful.
I love you so much,” Sue said, looking into his
eyes lovingly.
Tommy sat back on his haunches, smiling like the
cat that ate the canary.
“Come here and let me take care of you,” Sue
said, pulling Tommy from his kneeling position.
Tommy jumped up and stood next to his mom,
bringing his dripping penis close to her mouth.
“God, I love this cock,” Sue said to herself as
she brought her son’s swollen penis to her face.
As she held his shaft tight, she could actually feel
his wildly beating heart though his penis. When she
squeezed she saw a large clear drop of liquid
bubble out then run down and across her fingers.
She closed her eyes, bringing the head to her
mouth. She and Tommy moaned as her lips circled
the swollen head. The head filled her mouth as her
lips squeezed the shaft. She held it like that,
sucking just the head. Her saliva flowed, coating the
head in her warm mouth. She almost forgot about
Tommy as she lost herself in the excitement of
sucking him.
Suddenly remembering that her son was attached to
this incredible penis, she pulled away and looked up
at him. Then she said in a whisper, “I am going
to suck your cock Tommy. Your mom wants to suck
all the juice out of your balls. Do you want me to
suck you? Do you want your mom to swallow all
that delicious sperm? Tell me, tell me you want me
to suck you until you squirt into my mouth.”
“Yes, yes, please, put it back in your mouth,
please suck it,” Tommy moaned at his mother’s
nasty words.
Sue took his penis deep into her warm and wet
mouth again, making loud sucking noises, which
were intended to let her son know how much she
loved sucking him.
Tommy couldn’t take much more. He had held off
as long as possible. It felt like an explosion in his
head as chills went through his body. His body
tensed and his hips pushed forward. It almost felt
as if it were happening in slow motion when his
penis throbbed and a huge load of cum began
traveling up the long shaft. He could feel it rushing
to be released.
Sue was prepared for it this time. She moved his
thrusting shaft back slightly so she could take the
first strong squirts into her mouth and not her
throat. Suddenly, her son began to spew like a fire
hose, filling her mouth over and over with his thick
sperm. Sue swallowed each shot and sucked for
more, her hand pumping up and down rapidly.
Incredibly, the thrill of her son’s sperm squirting
into her mouth excited her again. Sue felt her sex
lips quiver and another little climax shook her.
Eventually, the flow slowed and then stopped. Sue
continued to suck hard, trying to get the last few
precious drops.
Finally, Tommy pulled away and staggered over to
the sofa and fell, gasping for breath. He saw his
mother still on her knees, smiling at him. There
was not a drop of his cum on her face anywhere.
She had swallowed it all.
It was a night that both mother and son would
remember forever.
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A warning to those readers who have not read my stories. I do not write graphic sex scenes. I suggest the scenario and leave it to the reader to use their imagination.
I had the bottle!
Slightly embellished true story
Their Valentine Surprises
Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
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I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Monica was 8 months pregnant. Her husband Greg was an over the road truck
driver and was usually gone 6 days a week. Monica’s hormones were in
overdrive. She was so horny, and she really needed to get laid. So, the
day she watched her son Jeff as he climbed out of the shower didn’t help
her much. It was an accident. She had been doing the laundry and was
taking a load of clean towels to the bath room. As she entered the
bathroom, her son Jeff had just climbed out of the shower. She tried not
to look, but her eyes caught a glimpse of his large semi erect cock as he
was drying his hair.
Her swollen pregnant pussy tingled as she watched her son’s large cock
bounce as he dried his hair with a towel. Monica couldn’t take her eyes
off of his magnificent cock. Jeff noticed his mother looking at his young
naked body. It made him uncomfortable at first, but the look of wild lust
in his pregnant mother’s eyes, soon turned him on. His cock began to grow
as he looked at his horny pregnant mother. She gasped as she watched his
large cock become even larger. “My God, he is huge!” she thought to
herself. Her pregnant pussy was now dripping as she stared at his erect 9
inch cock.
Monica knew she should leave the bathroom and forget all about the lustful
thoughts in her head, but her horny pussy now controlled her mind. Jeff
walked towards his mother, he was stroking his large cock. “Do you like
what you see, mommie?” he asked her. “Oh, yes Jeff you are quite a man
now, aren’t you?” she stated. Jeff grabbed his mother’s hand and placed it
on his throbbing cock. Monica could feel her pussy quiver as she gripped
his huge erection.
Jeff slid his hand inside of his mother’s loose fitting maternity top and
began to stroke her swollen tits. Monica moaned. She was furiously
stroking her son’s hard cock with her soft hand. Jeff moaned, and Monica
slowly knelt to the floor. She took the head of her son’s cock into her
warm, wet mouth. “Oh, Mom, that feels incredible” he said. He held her by
her pretty blonde hair as she sucked him.
“Oh God, mom, you suck so good” he moaned. “Jeff, let’s go to the bedroom,
it would be much more comfortable for me” she told her son. “Sure mom,
whatever you want” he said. She led him by his large hard-on towards her
bedroom. Jeff began unbuttoning his mother’s maternity top. He slid her
shirt from her. Her breasts were large and swollen. He unbuttoned her bra,
and tossed it to the floor. “God, you have excellent titties” he told her.
Jeff cupped each of the huge swollen white globes into his hands. He
stared at the large puffy dark colored nipples.
Jeff began to suck on his mother’s swollen nipples. He tasted her sweet
mother’s milk as it leaked from her erect brown nips. Monica moaned and
held her son as he suckled her breasts. His hand slid down over her huge
pregnant belly. His young cock throbbed with excitement as his hand slid
beneath the waist of her shorts. He slid his hand lower, until he felt her
hairy mound. His finger quickly found his mother’s swollen clit. She was
so wet, that he easily slipped a finger inside of her. “Oh, God, you are
making me feel so good, baby” she told her son.
Jeff’s cock was pulsating wildly as her finger-fucked her pregnant pussy.
“Mmm, yes baaaby!!!” she grunted. She began to jerk her son’s large cock
with both of her hands, as he fingered her. He watched as her pregnant
belly jiggled as she thrust against his hand. He pulled her shorts and
panties off. He began kissing below her large breasts, and she felt his
tongue as it slowly licked across her swollen belly. “Oh, God” she moaned.
He licked her pregnant belly softly kissing every inch as he worked his
way between her spread legs.
Monica almost fainted when her son’s tongue touched her wet clit. “Oh, yes
baby” she moaned. Jeff thrust his tongue deep inside of her hot, wet
pussy. Monica held her son’s head firmly, grinding her pussy against his
face. “Mmmm, yes oh yes” she yelled. Monica’s orgasm hit her like a ton of
bricks. She thrashed wildly as her sweet pussy juices gushed into her
son’s mouth. “Oh, eat me baby, you’re making mommie cum” she yelled. Jeff
hungrily lapped up his mom’s sweet pussy juices, fingering her deeply as
he licked her swollen clit.
Monica pushed her son away from her aching pussy. “You have to put your
big cock in me, fuck me baby” she grunted. She got on her hands and knees,
and raised her ass high in the air. “Put it in me, fuck mommie good” she
screamed. Jeff pressed his large cock head against his mom’s swollen
pregnant pussy lips. Monica quivered as she felt him slowly slide inside
of her. “Oh, yes deeper, give mommie all of it” she yelled. Jeff thrust
and deeply penetrated his mom’s hot pussy. She screamed and climaxed as
his large cock embedded all the way inside of her.
“God, it feels so tight, mom” Jeff moaned as he fucked his mom’s hot cunt.
He began slamming his cock with great force inside of her hot tight cunt.
Suddenly the bedroom door opened and there stood his sister Sherrie. “What
the fuck?” Sherrie asked in a startled voice. “Mom, Jeff, what are you
doing?” she continued. As Sherrie watched her brother’s long thick cock
slide in and out of her mother’s pussy, she felt her own young pussy
become quite wet.
“Come here, Sherrie, come to Mommie” Monica moaned. Sherrie was still
wearing her cheerleading outfit from after school practice. Sherrie
climbed onto the bed. Monica raised the blue cheerleading skirt above her
daughter’s hips and began rubbing her pussy through her cotton panties.
“Oh, are you that wet from watching your brother fuck your mom’s hot
pregnant pussy?” she asked. “Uh, yes” Sherrie softly moaned. Monica slid
her daughter’s white cotton panties to her knees. Sherrie moaned as her
mother pressed her face between her thighs and began to kiss her wet
pussy. “Oh, mom, that feels good!!” she grunted.
Jeff was furiously pounding away at his mom’s hot pussy from behind. He
watched as his mom spread his sister’s hot young pussylips apart with her
fingers. His sister had a beautiful pussy. He had always wondered what it
looked like. Monica slid her tongue between her daughter’s wet pink pussy
lips and began to lick her lovingly. Sherrie moaned and held her mom’s
long blonde hair. “God, lick me Mom” she moaned. Jeff’s excitement was
intensified as he watched his mom eat his sister’s pussy. As his sister
moaned and wiggled her little hips, he lost it. “God, I’m gonna cum” he
yelled.
“Yes, shoot it for me baby” she moaned. Jeff’s cum erupted inside of her
like a cannon. She could feel his hot lava like cum as it splashed against
her tight pussy. “Oh, yes baby” she yelled as she came. Jeff continued
squirting his hot cum deep into his mom’s tight pussy. She hungrily sucked
her daughter’s young, swollen clit as she came. “God yes, mom I’m cumming”
Sherrie moaned. Monica tasted her daughter’s sweet pussy cum as it gushed
into her mouth. All 3 were climaxing together.
Jeff withdrew his still rock hard cock from his mom’s pregnant pussy. He
wanted to fuck his sister really bad. Monica could see the look in his
young eyes as he stared at his sister’s hot pussy. “Why don’t you show
your sister how good your big cock feels” she said. Jeff wasted no time.
He mounted his sister and slammed his cock deeply inside of her tight
pussy with one thrust. “Mmm, yes” Sherrie screamed as she felt her
brother’s large cock buried all the way inside of her. “I want to tast you
mom” Sherrie said.
Monica straddled her daughter’s pretty face and lowered her wet pussy
against her open mouth. Sherrie began licking her brother’s hot cum from
her mom’s pussy. “Mmm, you taste pretty good big brother” she seductively
stated. Sherrie licked her mom’s swollen clit as she rubbed a finger up
and down her very wet slit. Her mom’s pussy quivered as she hungrily
nibbled at the clit. Jeff was fucking the hell out of his sister. His
large cock was embedded in the tightest pussy he had ever felt.
He moved his large cock in and out of his sister’s hot pussy, while he
watched her eat his mom’s pussy. Jeff leaned forward and took one of his
mom’s large nipples into his mouth. She ground her pussy against her
daughter’s face. “Yes, suck my clit baby” she moaned. Sherrie’s pussy
gripped her brother’s large cock tightly. “Fuck, I’m cumming” Sherrie
moaned. Jeff felt her pussy tighten around his large cock. It firmly
squeezed him as if begging him to shoot his load. “Shit, sis, you are so
tight, I’m gonna cummm, he grunted. His cum exploded into his sister’s
young pussy.
“Oh, yes” she moaned. Jeff’s cum began squirting inside of her hot pussy.
She climaxed, and began to eat her mom faster. Monica grunted and
climaxed. Her pussy juices were flowing across her daughter’s pretty young
face. Sherrie noisily slurped up her mom’s hot pussy juices. All 3 once
again came together. Jeff continued pumping his sister until the last of
his cum erupted into her sweet pussy. Monica continued riding her
daughter’s face, and exploded with another intense climax. Sherrie’s young
face was glistening with her mother’s pussy juices. Jeff withdrew his cock
from his sister, and rolled away from her.
Monica slowly climbed from her daughter’s face, and lay beside her.
Sherrie took her mother’s large nipple into her mouth and eagerly sucked
on it. She tasted the sweet milk as the small stream squirted into her
mouth. “Oh, mom” Sherrie moaned. Jeff sucked the other nipple and was also
rewarded with a stream of mother’s milk. Monica moaned as her son and
daughter sucked her breasts. Her pussy tingled as she felt them suckle
from her large breasts. She slid her hand between her legs and stroked her
swollen clit. “Yes, suck them good for me” she told them. Her fingers
quickly worked her pussy to another incredible orgasm.
Jeff and Sherrie both sucked her large pregnant breasts for quite a long
time. Then they both ate her together to one more incredible orgasm. On
the nights that their father is gone, all 3 sleep in the same bed. Well,
they don’t sleep much, but…
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the Road to Vegas
mother in law gives in
Dirty Elma
This was no regular sleepover
My Beautiful Step Daughter
My beautiful step daughter
The following is not a true story. I just made it up. Hope you like it.
I have been married to my second wife for a few years. When I married her, I became a step-father to her daughter. Over the years I’ve tried to become not only a good father, but also a friend to my step daughter. Nancy, my step daughter, just turned 14 and is beautiful. She isn’t very tall, only about 5’ 1” but she has a very tight, athletic body. Her tits aren’t huge, but just perfect for her size. I hadn’t really noticed that until just the other day.
Her mom goes to bed early every night due to having to get up early for work. I usually sit out in my chair and watch some TV or read a book. Nancy would usually come out of her room and let me know she was going to take a shower so I wouldn’t walk into our one bathroom while she was in the shower. On the night in question, she forgot.
My mind was a million miles away when I went to the bathroom. I did not hear the shower running until I opened the door. I froze in place when I noticed what was going on in there. Nancy was sitting on the floor of the shower with her legs spread and the shower massage between her legs. She was facing the door, so I had a perfect view to see her open pussy and her very nice tits. I couldn’t move. What a vision she was as she brought herself to orgasm. I was still frozen in place when she looked up and saw me there. I quickly said sorry and closed the door.
I went back out to my chair with a raging hard on. I just couldn’t get the pictures of her out of my head. Nancy came out of her room after putting on her nightshirt and set down on the sofa.
“Can I ask you a question, John?” she asked.
“You can ask me anything, hun.” I replied.
“Is it ok for me to do what I was doing in the shower?”
I could tell she was nervous asking this, so I tried to be as nonchalant as I could with my cock straining to get out of my pants.
“Yes. Everyone does it and nobody admits it. It is a perfectly natural thing to do.” I answered. “If you enjoy it, it doesn’t hurt anyone.”
“Do you do it even though you are married?” she asked.
“Yes, I do. Your mom isn’t always ready to have sex when I am.” I said, “So I’ll go in the shower and masturbate.”
“Do you use the shower massage also?” she wondered.
“No, guys don’t get the same feeling you do by using the shower massage.” I said.
“Well then how do you do it?”
“By using my hand.” I replied.
“Can you show me?” she asked.
This was starting to get out of hand now. Beating off in front of my daughter was something I had never even thought about. However, I think my dick was thinking for me by now. Just the thought of that perfect little virgin pussy was driving me nuts. I had to get a closer look at it. Maybe I could work this to my advantage.
“I don’t know if that would be a good idea, hun.” I said.
“Come on dad, you saw me doing it.” She complained.
“Ok, I’ll show you this one time. You can never ever tell anyone about this.” I said. “Not even your best friend. Can you keep this a secret?”
“Yea. I don’t want my friends to know about it anyway.” She said.
I had her move over to sit on the floor in front of my chair while I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked one more time.
“Yes. Please let me see it.” She was breathing faster now.
I pulled down my pants and underwear and set my eight inch cock free. Her eyes got very large and she leaned in to get a closer look. I slowly started stroking up and down my dick while watching her face. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. This was a major turn on and I decided to see how far she would go.
“Do you want to touch it?” I asked.
She didn’t even answer me. Her hand slowly moved up and replaced mine on my dick. She had a very light touch on me as if afraid she was going to break it. I placed my hand over hers and tightened her grip. Then I removed my hand and she kept hers moving. I was really enjoying the feeling of her little hand wrapped around my dick and decided to push a little farther. Without asking, I leaned over and pulled up the bottom of her shirt. I kept pulling it up until I got it over her head. She pulled one arm out of the sleeve and then let go of my cock to pull the other arm out. Her hand instantly went back to work on my dick. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. I did find out that she wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt. What a beautiful sight she was sitting there naked, stroking my dick.
I looked down and noticed how hard her nipples were. I had to touch them. I snaked my right hand down and softly cupped her left boob. Using my thumb, I started to flick her hard nipple. Her hand stopped moving while she gasped. After a couple minutes of fondling her tit, I stopped and had her move up beside me on the chair. I took her left leg and draped it over my right. This opened up her pussy to my view. It was even better up close than I had imagined. Her left hand went back to work on my cock, while my right hand started down to her cunt. I rubbed along the top of her thigh and then went for broke. Her back arched and she gasped with pleasure when I finally touched her pussy. I started gently rubbing on her clit. Every couple of seconds I would run a finger down her slit and then back up to her clit. She was very wet and seemed to be enjoying it very much. It didn’t take long for her to cum all over my hand. Just watching that almost made me cum.
When she could breath normally again, her hand went right back to my cock. After just a few seconds, she started to lean over closer to my dick. I couldn’t believe it when her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked the head of my dick.
“Can I try sucking it?” she questioned, “My friends say guys enjoy that.”
“Oh yea, please do.” I quickly answered.
I can’t even describe the feeling as her hot little mouth closed over the head of my dick. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long now. She slowly started to move her head up and down my cock while running her tongue along the bottom.
“I’m going to cum soon. Just swallow as fast as you can.” I said.
She just kept moving up and down and didn’t bother to answer. I could feel it starting and gave her a quick warning. The cum started spurting out of my dick and into her mouth. I could feel her swallowing as fast as she could, but she still couldn’t keep up with the amount coming out and some leaked out the side of her mouth. When I finally stopped cumming and started to get soft, she licked the remaining cum from my cock and looked up at me and smiled.
“Can we do this again sometime?” she asked with a smile.
“Yes we can. Whenever you would like to.” I smiled back. “Next time I’ll repay the favor by eating you out. I guarantee you’ll have the best orgasm ever.”
“I can’t wait.” She said.
This is my first story. Is it good enough for me to continue or should I give up on the writing? Let me know.
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