Cum Swallowing

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Family Obligations

It was one of those beautiful Fall days we get in Ohio, with mild temperatures and lots of sunshine to highlight the October colors of the maple trees that lined the streets, but inside my boyfriend’s car — things were a lot more frigid. I was pissed off — beyond pissed off at Jonny Hollister, my steady guy of more than a year. He was driving me home from school — we’re both seniors in high school and while we weren’t fighting, I was pissed.
“I just don’t get it, Jonny!” I said for about the hundredth time. “My parents are gone…like gone for the entire weekend. We have the house to ourselves and could do whatever we want!” I reached out and stroked his thigh from his knee to just shy of his crotch to emphasize the “whatever we want” part.
Jonny gave me a quick glance, not letting his eyes leave the road for more than a second, giving me that grin that gets him out of so much trouble, it isn’t even fair. “I told you, Alesha — it’s my weekend for family obligations. I can’t get out of it.”
I rolled my eyes in disgust and replied, “You could try! Ask your mom — she likes me! I’m sure she’d let out of whatever obligations you have this weekend. You could make it up next weekend!”
My boyfriend just sighed and grinned at me again. “You know I can’t, sweetie. I’ve got family obligations.” He reached out blindly and set his hand down on my bare knee and let it travel upwards towards my crotch until I put my legs together to deny him access. He sighed again and said, “I’ll make it up to you. There will be other weekends, I promise.”
I stuck my tongue between my lips and blew a loud raspberry in response and then stared out the window, watching the homes of our small town pass by. I felt so pissed off. I pounded my fists against my upper thighs and yelled out, “FUCK!”
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I suppose a little explanation is in order. I’ve been dating Jonny since early on in our Junior year. I love him and I think he loves me. He turned eighteen in late May just before we became Seniors and I turned eighteen in early June. We had already been making out hot and heavy and two days after my birthday, he took my cherry and we’ve been fucking up a storm ever since. It hurt like hell at first, but now four months later — his big cock makes me crazy.
This morning, my parents informed me that they were flying out to a book selling conference in New York City — Daddy runs a small religious press — printing lots of Protestant religious books. That meant I had the house all to my self and I immediately had visions of Jonny and me having unlimited opportunities to fuck without worrying about Mom or Daddy walking in on us. But, no, I’d forgotten that it was Jonny’s weekend to do his so called family obligations.
Since Jonny turned eighteen, he’d had some weird family thing going on that requires his complete attention from Friday through Sunday every fourth weekend. He would never clarify what “family obligations” meant, but explained it was something he absolutely couldn’t get out of. I didn’t like it and pouted a bit every fourth weekend, but I always got over it. I mean, I love the jerk!
And I meant it when I said his mom liked me — heck, his whole family liked me. I’d been over many evenings to his house for dinner and to work on homework or to watch TV and his mother had taken a real shine to me much to my mother’s disgust who made it plain that she thought Nikki Hollister was a bit of a slut.
You have to understand, Mom and Daddy were very religious — devout, conservative Christians and I suppose to Mom who never met a high collared dress she didn’t like, Jonny’s mom dressed like a loose woman. I would never think that, although Nikki wasn’t shy about showing off what she had.
She was a tall woman with very womanly curves — I’d guess her figure was a very solid 40DD-26-38. Her large breasts rode high on her body, the upper swells usually on display in the scoop necked blouses and sweaters she preferred and her dress hems were always above the knee and showing off her very long and shapely legs. When you add those brilliant blue eyes and long straw-blonde hair cut like Jennifer Aniston, framing her face, you were talking about a very lovely woman.
It didn’t bother me at all when Daddy would tease me about Jonny planning to “marry a girl just like dear old Mom,” because truth be told, I did look a lot like his mother. Tall and whitish-blonde hair, a very pert and firm pair of 38D breasts, a slender figure and toned, athletic legs from years of girls’ soccer. And I loved the fact that Nikki really seemed to get along with me and was supportive of Jonny and me since we began dating. Jonny and I had begun making plans for after school — even talking about marriage once we got out of college.
Still, this once a month ‘family obligation’ thing was driving me nuts and after giving me a loving kiss goodbye, Jonny drove away, leaving me still fuming. Once I was inside, I slung my book bag into a corner of the living room and stewed about losing this great opportunity to fuck and brooding over what the fuck Jonny could possibly be doing with these ‘family obligations.”
I’d wondered before, but now I felt an obsession growing over it. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Jonny was part of a typical nuclear family. There was his father, David, his mother Nicky and his sister Erica who was almost twenty and still lived at home while attending college in a nearby small city. No grandparents or ailing relatives to take care of…no massive farm to deal with…no family business he had to help with — his father was an accountant and his mother was a legal secretary. The Hollister family wasn’t particularly religious — so I didn’t think it was some God thing. It just made no sense.
I thought about calling his mother and trying to actually get her to let him out of whatever the ‘family obligations’ was, but even though I picked up the phone twice — in the end, I didn’t think it would work. Since May, his ‘family obligation’ had come every four weeks without fail. I knew his sister, Erica also had the same obligations, but on a different week — once I’d called her up about going shopping the coming weekend and she’d declined, offering to go the following weekend and then last month, I’d tried to set her up on a blind date with a cousin who’d been visiting, but she’d said no because it was her weekend for “family obligations.’
As evening fell — I grew more disgusted and pissed and horny. My parents’ house was quiet and empty and it should have been filled with my moans and the smell of sperm and wet pussy while we fucked our young brains out. I thought about retiring to my room and playing with myself — there was a bowl of cucumbers on the kitchen counter that would have been perfect for the role, but I was too pissed off to succumb to my needs. Jonny’s goddamn ‘family obligations’ occupied my every thought.
Finally, I decided to end the damn mystery and go over there and find out what the hell was going on. I stripped off my school clothes and got dressed in black sweat pants and sweat shirt and tying my long blonde hair into a ponytail, I donned a black baseball cap. Looking in the mirror, I looked like some teenage commando/bimbo. All I was lacking was that black stuff on my face.
I got Mom’s car out and drove down the dark streets until I was maybe a block from my boyfriend’s house. I parked, locked up, leaving my purse behind and tucking my keys into a small black fanny pack I used whenever I went jogging with Daddy.
It was maybe going on ten o’clock as I was slipping down the street where Jonny lived. Stealthily, I slipped into his neighbor’s back yard and worked my way towards Jonny’s house. Their back yard was surrounded by a ten foot tall privacy fence. Nikki — Mrs. Hollister liked her privacy when she did her sunbathing in the backyard. I made my way to the fence gate and quietly unlatched it. I slipped through the entrance, my heart beating wildly and forcing myself to not giggle. I felt a bit of a thrill go through me at the thought that I was peeking on my boyfriend like some pervert. It’s the same thrill one gets rolling yards…something Jonny and I had done to poor Mrs. Kelton — our perpetually befuddled Calculus instructor just a week ago. Lord, the toilet paper looked so awful strung up in her trees.
There was light shining through the sliding doors that led from the deck to the kitchen area. I was pretty sure if I went to the far left side of the doors — I could see into the living room. Finally, I felt, I would get a handle on Jonny’s damned ‘family obligations.’
The light made it easy to wind my way through the clutter of their backyard patio and the deck — lawn chairs, a rolled up garden hose on wheels, the gas grill that was the pride and joy of Jonny’s father. Softly I crept up the steps of the deck, pausing whenever the boards creaked. I eased into the shadows at the edge of the sliding glass doors and slowly knelt down. There were lights on in the kitchen and in the living room. From outside my vision was a bright glare that I was sure was from the big screen television they kept in there.
Someone moved out of the kitchen past me and I ducked back, momentarily surprised, then moved to see who it was and got a bigger surprise. It was Jonny’s mother, Nikki and aside from some stiletto high heels, she was completely naked! I watched her backside, her butt cheeks firm and tight swaying as she walked into the carpeted living room — the high heels helping define and draw attention to her shapely calves. She had a goblet of what I guessed was white wine in her hands.
I clamped a hand across my gaping mouth — stifling any gasp or giggle I might have made seeing my boyfriend’s mother stark naked. I held my breath, wondering what I might see next. Nikki and her husband, David must have been having a romantic night alone which made me wonder where the hell my boyfriend was. Nikki held my attention as she came to the low slung sofa and eased herself down, now facing me, revealing her nakedness in all its glory.
I had always assumed that Nikki’s large breasts stayed upright with lots of help from a heavy-duty bra, but I was impressed to see her heavy breasts, sagging just a little, huge, gourd shaped tits that sat proudly on her chest, capped by thick nipples the size of large, ripe grapes. Her stomach was nearly as flat as mine and her vulva was covered by a light fleece of blondish pubic hair and did little to hide her arousal. Long, swollen lips flowered out, blossoming as she bent her knees and spread her thighs wider. Her lips moved as her eyes were fixed on someone out of sight, presumably standing in the hallway that led to the front sitting room and the stairs that led to the bedrooms upstairs.
I never really considered myself into women before, but I felt a tickle of wetness and fire between my legs as I looked at my boyfriend’s mom, sitting so…so, sexually just a few feet away. I wasn’t sure why I was turned on. Maybe it was because of her obvious sensuality. Maybe it was the voyeuristic side of me discovering itself. Maybe it was because I expected to see Jonny’s father next and the thought of seeing my boyfriend’s parents fucking turned me on. Maybe it was all those things and maybe more. I licked my lips in anticipation, one hand balanced on a knee, sliding upwards along my inner thigh.
Nikki continued to talk to someone between sips of wine, her hand idly teasing her swollen nipples, pausing only to wave at someone as if to urge them to come to her. Shadows heralded movement from beyond my line of sight and I expected to see David in some state of undress, but to my shock, Jonny’s sister Erica strolled into view. She was completely naked — not even sporting the stilettos like her mother. Erica walked calmly, her body relaxed, to climb onto the couch next to her mother.
Erica, like her brother, took after their father. Jonny was tall and a bit stocky — not fat, but solidly built. On him, with his exercise regimen, he was a pretty buff looking man, well muscled, but not muscle bound. For Erica, who’d always been a tom-boy, she was caught somewhere between stocky and slender — full bodied without an ounce of wasted fat. She had large, wide breasts and a flat stomach and powerful, well toned thighs that had served her well playing soccer during high school and helping her get a scholarship to college. Her ass cheeks were full, but tight.
Erica exuded health with her clearly athletic body. As she turned a bit on the couch, her heavy breasts rolled slightly and her bush was exposed — a thick mat of pubic hair, trimmed neatly into a ‘V’ that pointed down to her spread wide pussy lips. In the light of the room’s lamps and the glare of the television, the pink flesh of her cunt gleamed wetly…even her upper thighs seemed to reflect wetness. Her dark hair was tousled — she kept brushing the thick, shoulder length mane back off her face, strands wet with sweat, sticking to her forehead.
A muffled moan slipped between my fingers as she leaned into her mother, her breasts mashing against Nikki’s firm breasts as she kissed her. A fiery jolt of excitement burst between my legs and I felt the wetness building in my pussy as I watched mother and daughter kissing passionately, hints of tongues playing between their lips. Already I could feel my aroused labia rubbing against wet cotton. Erica slipped one arm around her mother’s shoulders and then turned to look back the way she had come. Both were grinning and talking to someone. My mind raced with a million thoughts — wondering what the hell I had stumbled onto here — Erica and Nikki acting like lesbian lovers. I wondered where Erica’s dad was. The possibilities send more shivers of naughty delight coursing through my body.
Erica crooked a finger at someone and again, there was the suggestion of movement by shadows and then my boyfriend walked into the room — naked as the day he was born, sporting an erection that preceded his entrance by several inches! I felt my head begin to spin and I reached out and touched the wood siding of the house to steady myself. Part of me ached to run away and not see anymore, but part of me — the dominant part kept me rooted in place, scarcely believing my eyes as I watched the spectacle unfolding before me.
Jonny approached his mother and sister, pausing as his mother, after sitting her wine glass on a nearby end table, reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. A shiver went through my boyfriend’s body as his mother slowly began to stroke his cock. Nikki looked up into her son’s eyes and even from where I knelt, hidden, I could see a gleam of excitement and lust shining in her eyes. Subtly, she pulled him a step closer, gently masturbating Jonny as she brought the head of his erect penis close to her mouth.
Nikki glanced back at her daughter, an evil grin on her face, before returning her gaze to her son’s face and saying something to him. Jonny responded by reaching out and stroking his mother’s long blonde hair, his hand intertwining in her straw-colored tresses and pulling her head towards him until her lips brushed his cock. Nikki’s tongue flicked out to lick at her son’s swollen cock head and she must have licked it, caused she grinned happily up at him and then her lips parted and she took him into her mouth.
I could see Jonny’s ass cheeks clench and tighten as he lifted himself up on his toes as his mother began to suck on his cock. Erica, still kneeling, leaned in and ran her hand over her brother’s chest, pausing to rub and pinch his pebble hard nipples. I clamped my mouth closed to stifle a sudden moan erupting from my throat as an explosion of unexpected pleasure rifled through my body. I don’t know what shocked me more — seeing my boyfriend’s mother giving him a blowjob or the fact I was near orgasm from excitement because of it.
I knew this was wrong…perverted…sick and I should have been super-pissed off. That was my man’s cock in there and his mother had no business seeing it, let alone wrapping her luscious lips around it and sucking him off. I didn’t jump up and start screaming or throwing things. I didn’t flee in horror or anger and being betrayed. Instead, I discovered that somehow, without even thinking about it, my hand was already beneath the waistband of my sweat pants and had shoved my panties aside and was rubbing my sopping wet pussy. I trembled not from fury, but with lust as I watched the incestuous action in front of me.
Jonny’s mother, Nikki bobbed her head furiously as she ran her lips up and down her son’s cock — I could imagine her tongue was working furiously, licking his long, thick shaft and rolling wickedly over and around the swollen and spongy head of his throbbing cock. Jonny was the only man I’d ever sucked off, but it seemed to me that Nikki knew what she was doing. And she was doing it well.
After a few minutes in which she demonstrated she was able to deep-throat her son’s cock while Erica caressed her brother’s body and showered it with loving kisses, Nikki finally let her son’s dick slip from between her lips. She looked up at him with motherly love and said something as she scooted back on the wide cushioned couch and slowly spread her legs wide, exposing to Jonny her own sodden cunt flesh. While Erica ducked in and gave her brother’s cock a sisterly lick and suck, Nikki held out her arms in a supplicating fashion and I gasped, understanding what was about to happen!
Jonny slowly went to his knees, his erect cock, glistening with his mother’s saliva, seemed to line up perfectly with his mother’s aroused pussy. Nikki slid forward slightly, allowing her labia to kiss the tip of Jonny’s cock. She rolled her hips and her cunt lips seemed to close over nearly half of her son’s cock head and then Jonny was lunging forward and with one swift thrust, buried his cock deep inside his mother’s pussy!
Nikki’s cries of incestuous pleasure were loud and clear — even to me across the room and behind a thick pane of glass and as she drew her knees up and her ankles slipped around to cross behind his hips, I felt three fingers of my own hand slid into my pussy. Mother and son went motionless as Jonny had his cock buried to the root inside Nikki’s pussy, her arms going around his neck and pulling him down so she could kiss him — their mouths visibly working as they shared tongues. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed — light years beyond anything in my imagination. Beside Nikki on the couch, her daughter and Jonny’s sister had one hand busy rubbing her wet pussy while the other cupped and mauled a heavy tit.
Finally, Jonny began to fuck his mother — his cock ramming quick and hard into Nikki’s motherly cunt like a trip hammer. Their kiss broke apart with Nikki falling back, her face screwed up in incestuous pleasure as her son buried his thick meat in her again and again. Her nipples swelled up until they looked ready to burst, Jonny reaching out and playing with her massive breasts while they bounced and rolled from his thrusts. Between loud cries and sobs, she babbled at her son — most of it garbled, but I made out the occasional word — “Love, fuck, cock, more harder, love, son, fuck, mommy,”
Jonny’s face was partially turned away from me, but I could see that same loving and lusty grin he would have when he was on top of me, making love to me with that long, thick dick of his — an intense expression that conveyed love and desire and even now, made me want to swoon from the loving power it held. Mother and son moved together in perfect union and underneath my own awe and shock of the moment, I recognized that this was not the first time Jonny and Nikki had fucked as lovers.
Nikki’s moans escalated and her body stiffened as an expression of orgasmic bliss swept over her — her son never halting, continuing to sink his cock deep into her womb again and again as she writhed in climax beneath him. Her fingers clawed and scrabbled across his back, trailing lines that left welts…crisscrossing with remnants of scratches I’d left while squirming with orgasmic lust with his magnificent cock buried in me. Gradually, the tall, busty blonde’s body began to relax — not completely, not with her son’s constant cock thrusts, but between her moans, she now smiled and even laughed with the pleasure given her by Jonny. My fingers swirled around my pussy — touching those most special spots as I trembled on the edge of my own orgasm.
I saw Nikki’s lips move as she said something to her son. Jonny nodded and slowly slid his cock from his mother’s grasping cunt. His swollen penis gleamed with Nikki’s pussy juices. Nikki slowly slid down and rolled over, her knees landing on the carpeted floor and her lush ass cheeks wiggling back at Jonny. As his mother placed herself in position to receive her son’s cock doggy style, Erica moved to the floor on her knees and hungrily took her brother’s cock in her mouth, licking Jonny’s cock clean of their mother’s cunt cream.
Erica let Jonny’s cock slip from her lips, rising up to kiss her brother on the mouth before leaning over Nikki’s back and getting a good grip on her mother’s ass cheeks, spreading them to better expose Nikki’s dripping wet pussy for her brother. Jonny moved forward, again, driving his cock deep into his mother’s pussy. Nikki threw her head back, lips curled in a carnal sneer as she screams in delight as her son fucks her hard.
Erica showered her mother’s back and shoulders with kisses before wrapping her hand in Nikki’s hair and pulling her head back to kiss her hard, tongues melding as their lips pressed together while Jonny leaned forward against Nikki’s back, his hands sliding around and under his mother to cup her pillowing breasts while his hips were a blur, fucking Nikki like a madman.
My fingers squirmed and fluttered in my own pulsating cunt, covered in my juices that were pouring from me, making the crotch of my sweat pants a wet, sodden mess. My nipples were hard beneath my sports bra — the lycra material feeling itchy in a delicious way against my swollen nubs. My boyfriend…the love of my life was fucking his mother and fucking her well and I was more aroused than I could ever recall — even more than the first time Jonny exploded inside me.
Nikki’s screams grew as her son fucked her, cock sliding in and out in a blur between her swollen labia, coated with her juices — the scene so intensely real I could almost hear the wet noise of cock and pussy in incestuous union. Jonny’s mother clawed at the cloth on the couch and she again went rigid in the throes of an orgasm while her son was almost manic in his thrusts into her cunt — sweat pouring off both of them and then Jonny turned to Erica and said something and she crouched down near her mother’ and brother’s joined loins and as Nikki cried out a rhapsody of erotic joy, Jonny pulled out and aimed his cock at his sister’s face and began to spray Erica with hot sperm.
My orgasm swept over me, three fingers plunged deep in my pussy while my other hand was stuffed into my mouth to squelch my own sobs — then Nikki was turning around and joined her daughter, faces cheek to cheek as her son splattered white, creamy semen across both their faces, hosing them both with jet after jet of his fresh seed and as Jonny milked the last few shots of his jism from his cock, Nikki and Erica turned to each other and began to kiss, sharing the incestuous load of spunk with each other.
Watching their tongues join, lapping and moving blobs of thick semen around their faces, smearing it across their faces, I lost control and before I realized what I was doing, my hand fell from my mouth and I let out a long, soulful cry of orgasmic pleasure. As one, mother, brother, and sister turned and looked my way, their eyes widening as they saw me kneeling outside on the deck, my hand jammed down the front of my sweats.
Pleasure fought with shock and embarrassment and I stumbled to my feet, pitching forward and banging my head against the glass door — making me see stars as in my panic, I tried to flee. Staring into the lighted room had ruined my night vision and I barely was able to stumble down the desk steps. I ran blindly for the fence gate, but tripped over the garden hose cart and caught my leg against part of the gas grill, sending me crashing down over a lawn chair. Pain now fought with pleasure as my body tried to sort out the remnants of my orgasm and the new feelings of pain.
I was disorientated for several moments and then a bright light was shining in my eyes and I heard Jonny’s father bellow, “What the hell’s going on here?” Squinting my eyes, I saw him standing over me with a flashlight, dressed in a suit — tie hanging loosely around his neck.
“David, it’s okay, I think,” I heard Nikki call out above us and then there was the sound of high heels and bare feet scuffling across the deck. Shadows loomed up and I saw Jonny’s mother standing over me, still naked, her large breasts swaying as she leaned over to peer at me. “Alesha? Heavens, girl, what were you doing?”
Erica’s face peered over her mother’s shoulder and it suddenly registered that both still had thick strands of Jonny’s sperm hanging and running down their faces. Jonny suddenly appeared, kneeling at my side. “Alesha, are you okay?” he asked, concern thick in his voice. He was naked, his skin shiny with sweat…no, fuck sweat! For the first time, I realized he wasn’t completely naked — around his neck was a black choker necklace…or maybe a dog collar. The flashlight’s beam glinted off the metal studs. It only made the last few minutes feel even more surreal.
I felt like I was stoned or something as I looked from face to face. I tried to speak, but could only sputter helplessly. “You…Nikki…motherfucker!”
Nikki spoke up, her voice the epitome of motherly concern. “It’s okay, Alesha. It will be fine.” She paused and then with concern in her voice that matched Jonny’s continued, “Oh, sweetheart. You cut yourself…you’re bleeding.”
I looked down to see a long rip in my sweatpants along one ankle up to the knee where I’d tore it while destroying one of their fabric lawn chairs — the metal armrest having caught the material. I saw bright red blood pooling against my skin and my head went light and then everything went black!
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The darkness was comforting and I embraced it, even though it was noisy. As I drifted through my semi-conscious state, I could hear muffled noises that slowly became voices. As they grew louder, I moaned unhappily, not wanting to leave my safe, lightless womb, but finally, I couldn’t resist the call of the voices and the growing light illuminating my safe place.
I opened my eyes to find myself sprawled out on the couch in the Hollister’s living room. Jonny and his sister, Erica and his parents, Nikki and David were around me — my boyfriend kneeling beside me and Nikki sitting in a small, overstuffed chair someone had dragged up so she could be close. Jonny’s hand was resting atop my right hand which was draped on my stomach. He gave it a light squeeze and smiled encouragingly at me. Nikki had hold of my left hand and she too squeezed it gently as she beamed down at me. “Everything is fine, Alesha — you just fainted.”
I smiled back at them, wondering what terrible dream I was waking up from, then as I realized that both mother and son were naked, the recent events I’d witnessed came rushing back to me. Pressure on my leg made me shift my gaze and my eyes met Erica’s as she finished wrapping a bandage around my upper ankle. I suddenly realized that my sweat pants were gone and I was nearly naked below the waist, wearing only a pair of black, French cut bikini panties.
Erica smiled at me and said, “It’s just a little cut — not much more than a scratch. No need for stitches — I’ve got you all patched up.” She stood up, her breasts bouncing merrily as she moved.
I stiffened momentarily, remembering I’d cut myself and then fainted, but my memories of seeing mother, son and daughter fucking up a storm came storming back into my mind. “You guys…OMIGOD!” I jerked my hand away from Jonny. “You…you were fucking your mother!” I moved to jerk my other hand away from Nikki’s grasp, but she held on firmly and calmly. “Nikki…you…you’re his Mom and you let Jonny fuck you!” I felt myself spinning out of control again and knew I was about to lose it.
Nikki squeezed my hand more firmly and leaned in, her breasts hanging heavily and swaying almost hypnotically in a way I never realized could be so beautiful. My head felt like it would explode at any minute with all that I was feeling. “Alesha…calm down. We’ll explain everything.” She drew my hand to her lips and kissed it softly, then flicked her tongue out, rolling it along my forefinger and middle finger. With sudden horror, I realized that she held the hand I’d had stuffed in my cunt not long before.
Jonny’s mother confirmed that she knew this by saying, “I know this all a bit confusing, but let’s be honest, dear — we weren’t the only ones enjoying ourselves.” She slipped my fingers into her mouth and sucked on them for a long moment while her eyes held mine, watching me — waiting for me to back away from the edge of hysteria. Between my legs, I could feel fresh wetness building underneath my panties.
Nikki finally tugged on my hand, drawing me up to a sitting position so I was facing her. Erica sat down beside me, her warm thigh pressed against my leg while her father sat down on my other side. I realized he was now just wearing boxer shorts, having doffed his work clothes. My head began to swim again, but Jonny drew my attention away by reclaiming my free hand and saying, “I love you, Alesha — nothing’s changed,” as he continued to kneel at my feet. He flashed that reckless smile that would have made me hot between my legs if there hadn’t already been a fire there.
“Sweetheart,” Nikki said softly, drawing my attention to her lovely face again. “David and I raised our family by focusing on love and intimacy. We never taught Jonny and Erica that love and sex and intimacy were bad things…things that had to be hidden or restrained, but rather celebrated and expressed. Our children grew up understanding that loving another is the most wonderful thing in the world.
“For a long time, David and I considered what to do when our children became adults and had the freedom to choose the way they wanted to live. We have some rather special ideas about family and wanted to show our children a better way — a better way to express their love for family.”
Nikki glanced over at her husband who nodded encouragingly and then continued. “We always believed that it was through making love that true intimacy is achieved and we wanted to have that deeper relationship with Jonny and Erica.” She grinned at her children, licking her lips before continuing with, “I’ll confess it was hard to wait, especially as they grew into beautiful and sexy young adults, but only when Jonny turned eighteen, did we offer to expand the relationship between us.”
Nikki paused again and glanced meaningfully at each of her children before again turning her attention to me. “I’m not ashamed to say I’ve fucked my son. I love my Jonny and it has been the most profoundly erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.” Jonny reached out and took his mother’s free hand. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I could feel the power that mother and son shared course through me as well.
David cleared his throat and added, “And making love to Erica has been the same for me. I love fucking my daughter and I cannot imagine ever giving it up!” Erica’s eyes began to tear and she blew her father a loving kiss.
I sat quietly for a moment and looked down at my boyfriend. “And you, Jonny? Do you feel the same way about your mother?”
Jonny didn’t respond for a long moment as if gathering his thoughts. Finally he answered me. “Alesha, I do love you — I hope you never doubt that, but…yes, there is something special about being with Mom — being cock-deep in her that I don’t experience with you or even Erica, though I love her too.” Jonny looked to his Mom and smiled at Nikki with a brilliant intensity I’d never witnessed before. “I think we’re meant to be lovers — Mom was my first fuck and so far, my greatest!”
I felt my face burn — why, I’m not sure…maybe it was actually hearing the boy I loved most confessing he loved fucking his mother more than me. Then Jonny’s next words caught me totally by surprise. “I still want to marry you, Alesha…someday, and have babies with you so that someday, you can share the same wonderful joy with our son.”
He looked at me with his beautiful eyes and I knew there was no deceit in them — that he meant what he said and I was suddenly overcome with desire and pleasure and I broke free of their hands and clapped them to my face as I sobbed while an unassisted orgasm burst into life between my legs and spreading through my whole body. Images of a son with Jonny’s smile and my hair and eyes leapt to life in my mind, a gorgeous young man with my Jonny’s cock between his legs, climbing between my thighs ann…
“OMIGOD!” I moaned, shivering as the wicked thoughts fueled the nasty pleasure coursing through my body. I started to cry and Jonny was on his feet and had me in his arms and held me as I sobbed and tried to make sense of the world around me. Other hands reached out and stroked my legs and hair — no reason other than sharing human contact…human caring and love.
When I had myself under control again, Jonny and Nikki were sitting beside me. David was in the small overstuffed chair, Erica draped lazily in his lap. I tried not to react when I saw David cup one his daughter’s meaty breasts in his hand r when I noticed Erica slowly working her hips over what I assumed was an erection in her father’s shorts.
Almost stuttering through my slowly fading sniffles, I looked to Nikki and said in a halting voice, “So, what…why these weekends with these ‘family obligations.'”
Nikki grinned and replied as she put an arm around my shoulders. “Honey, we all agreed to be equal partners and all make love whenever the mood strikes us, but we wanted to do something that opened us up — made us more committed to each other. David came up with the idea of the ‘family obligation,’ a way to explore our carnal sides and have some fun and be closer as a family.”
Erica took up the explanation, occasionally pausing to moan as David began to let his fingers explore between her legs. “We take weekends about being the willing slave of the rest of the family. Once every four weeks, each of us dons the collar of obligation,” she said, nodding towards the black collar still around Jonny’s neck. “From Friday afternoon till Sunday at midnight, that person is at the beck and call of the rest of the family — unable to refuse a request from the others.”
“You got to see me request a good fucking from my son, tonight,” said Nikki. “And then Erica asked her brother to cum on her face,” her face broke into a big grin as she added, “and on my face.”
“Since I got home after dropping you off,” said Jonny, “I’ve eaten Mom’s pussy twice, fucked her and then Erica and then Mom again.” He sounded both proud and a bit weary.
“And I plan to have him sleep tonight with his face between my legs,” Nikki said in a husky voice, “With the command to lick me to orgasm whenever he can.”
“Erica usually spends the night in my bed when her brother is pleasuring their mother for the night,” said David, pausing to kiss his daughter passionately on the lips. “We’ll enjoy a good fuck and then get a good night’s sleep. I expect Jonny won’t let his mom get much rest tonight.”
“I better not,” murmured Nikki in an awfully naughty voice. The entire family laughed at that and I found myself chuckling too.
“Tomorrow, the fun and games resume and we’ll all take turns having Jonny pleasure us or each other,” chimed in Erica, now dry humping her father openly while he pinched and pulled at her hard, swollen nipple.
“You can make Jonny do things to each other?” I asked, surprised at my curiosity. “Like, Nikki, you order Jonny to eat your pussy while he fucks Erica?”
The older blonde woman nodded, her breasts gently bouncing as she did so. “Absolutely…or when it’s my turn to wear the collar, Jonny might ask his mom to lick his spunk out of his sister’s pussy.” She licked her lips and said, “And I am always eager to obey.”
The very shamelessness of the concept took my breath away. A thought occurred to me and I looked from Jonny to his father and back. “You do anything they ask?” I said to my boyfriend. “What if your mother asked you to suck your daddy’s cock?”
Both women snorted while both men looked faintly amused. “Well…I could command Jonny to do that…in truth, I think I’d like to see it,” said Nikki.
She and her daughter exchanged rueful glances and Erica finished by saying, “But while Mom and I happily have sex and Daddy and little brother here love watching Mom and me getting all lesbian sexy, they both wimp out and decline the guy to guy thing. They’d obey our command if they’re wearing the collar, but the other one would just smile and decline.” She turned her head and kissed her father before whispering to him, “Wimps.”
David chucked and said, “Myself, when one of the girls is wearing the collar, I like to see them fuck my son — especially Jonny fucking his mother and sometimes we like taking them together, but that’s as close as Jonny and I get.” He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Just going with what turns me on.”
Mother and daughter rolled their eyes at that and then began to giggle. Nikki returned to explaining their secret way of life to me. “And that’s it. We did agree to never break the cycle — we are committed to being completely there when it’s our turn to wear the collar. Otherwise, we come and go as we like. Last weekend, it was my turn and I was with one or more of my family the whole weekend, but you know Jonny went out — you and he had a date.” Nikki’s face reddened slightly. “You two fucked. I know. I tasted your cunt on his cock.”
I felt my face turn bright red and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I was suddenly very aware of her large breast dragging against my sweatshirt covered arm. “Not the first time I’ve sucked you off his cock. I do it even when I’m not commanded to.”
“Omigod,” I whispered, shivering, though whether from shock or arousal…or both, I wasn’t sure. “This is so strange…so unreal.” There were tears in my voice which was sounding a little strange.
Nikki nodded sympathetically. “I can imagine. This is a lot to take in.” She looked at each member of her family with a question on her face and each in turn looked a little pensive, but nodded in agreement with a silent answer. Jonny’s mother looked at me and patted my arm. “I’m going to have Jonny drive you home. Get some rest and think about what you’ve learned and then…well, then we’ll see what happens.” She turned to Erica and said, “Sweetie, go find some sweats or something Alesha can wear.”
Initially, I liked that idea — part of me wanted nothing more than to bury my head under the pillows of my bed and forget everything for a while, but then I had what I suppose was an epiphany. Nikki and family were sending me home — letting me leave despite possessing knowledge that could destroy them…even send them to jail or at the very least wreck their lives. I was filled with wonder as I realized Jonny’s Mom…the entire family were trusting me with their greatest secret.
“Wait…please,” I said softly before Erica could leave the room, halting her in her tracks, her meaty breasts swaying as I spoke. New and incredible truths were erupting in my mind even as I continued to speak. I looked at Nikki and tried to smile, nervous and scared and scarcely believing what I was about to say.
I looked at each member of Jonny’s family, my heart now beating so fast I could barely breathe. “I want to stay,” I said meekly. “This has been…scary, but I’m more excited than I’ve ever been in my life.” I reached out to Jonny and took his hand in mine again. “I know you love me and I want to spend my life with you and…” I looked around at his mother, father and sister, hoping they could see the truth and the lust in my face. “And I want to be a part of your family in every way….please.”
I locked gazes with Nikki — her face intently studying mine. “You realize what you’re saying, Alesha…what you’re committing too?” she said in a gentle, but serious voice. “You’re not only going to be Jonny’s lover, but David’s and Erica’s…” and her voice took on a husky tone, “And be my lover as well.”
I nodded and said, “Oh yes, I want that too. I…I want all of you, Mrs. Hollister.”
Nikki nodded and it seemed to me as if her nipples swelled a bit larger and she turned to her husband and said, “What do you think?”
David looked at me and I mean he really looked at me and I felt completely naked even though I was still partially clothed. “Well, I think she’s serious and she and Jonny, well…they remind me of you and me when we were their age. I say we add a fifth to our family. At least, we let her try.”
Jonny’s mom turned to her daughter and said, “Erica?”
The buxom young woman grinned and said, “I can’t wait to eat Jonny’s spunk out of her little pussy!”
Nikki chuckled and said to her son, “Jonny?”
My boyfriend was grinning from ear to ear as he replied, “I love you, Alesha. I dreamed of somehow making this happening and now, you’re the one making it happen!” He rose up and leaning over me, gave me a wet kiss — my heart lurching a bit as I felt his hard cock brush my bare leg and tasted another woman’s pussy on his lips. I moaned a little with lust as our tongues danced, wondering if it was his mother’s or sister’s juices I was tasting.
Nikki smiled and said, “Very well, but I want you to be very sure…this is a big step.” Jonny’s mother stood up and began giving out commands. “Erica, sleep with your father tonight — we’ll let Alesha have your room tonight and Jonny will stay with me.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around Jonny’s cock, holding it possessively as she drew him to her side. “Dear, I still want you to sleep on it. Tomorrow morning, if you still want to join us as family, you can take Jonny’s place for ‘family obligations’ for the rest of the weekend.
Nikki’s tone brooked no argument and I nodded meekly. Jonny kissed me goodnight while his mother used my cell phone to call Mom and Daddy and explain that I’d gotten spooked staying home alone and that I’d spend the weekend with them under Nikki’s “personal” supervision, Jonny’s mother grinning evilly at me as she told my mother to, “Not worry a bit, we’ll take care of Alesha like she was family.”
I went to sleep alone, a bit disappointed that I wasn’t at least going to spend it with Jonny and a little jealous as in the wee hours of the night I could hear passionate cries and moans from the bedrooms on either side. In the end, I fell asleep pretty quickly with all sorts of naughty images dancing through my head as I wondered what morning would bring.

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His best mate’s mum

He first felt horny looking at Angie when he was about fourteen. Their back garden met the side of Josh’s, round behind the garage. He would stand at the fence talking to Deano during the summer holidays when his mum would come outside in a skimpy bikini and sunbathe where Josh could see her. He was sure she wasn’t doing it to deliberately make a fourteen-year-old boy feel horny, but that was the effect she had on him anyway.

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My Birthday

After receiving blow jobs from my mother for years, I believed that she was finally going to take my virginity on this birthday, after witnessing her do it for my brothers.

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A late night text

This is my first story and I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it and constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks!

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The New Teacher

Mr. Cunningham starts his new job at an all-girl private school, and finds that some girls have something other than education on their minds.

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Making our Mom Cum

Making our Mom Cum
We remembered when we were little, my brother and I. Our mom liked to rub us a lot. She put lotion on us and felt our little bodies over and over. Then she would go in her bedroom, lock the door for a while and come out all out of breath with a big smile on her face. I’m Lynn and my brother is Ken, we’re a year apart, he is oldest. Were now 25 and 26 and this is how we grew up with our hot and sexy mom.
Mom is beautiful, and a very sexy woman. She’s 5’ 2”, raven black hair with very white skin. She has big tits, nice ass and hot legs. Our dad died when we were just 1 and 2 years old.
As we grew up, mom would give us showers all of us together. Even in our early teens we thought nothing of Ken and I showering with mom. We never told our friends, boyfriends or girlfriends the way we showered at home. She always did the washing of us.
We liked it and she really did too. She always got excited at shower time. She love to wash my tits and pussy best, and we would watch her close her eyes and enjoy it. She would wash Ken’s dick and stroke it a little, her eyes closed and breathing hard. We were used to it and got turned on by it too.
Mom didn’t know that Ken and I had been fucking. It was our top secret.
We were 11 and 12, and like mom, it started as we liked to feel each other up like she did. We would sneak feels in the kitchen, play feel up under the table and kiss when it was clear. Mom never caught us, or if she knew, she never said a word about it. Our passion for each other grew. We put on little undressing shows for each other. I would stand in my bedroom with the door open and let him watch me take off my clothes real slow. Then I would feel my tits and rub my little pussy.
He would strip for me and then jack his dick and pretend he was fucking. It built up and we both wanted to have sex with each other, bad, even at 11 and 12 yrs old.
One evening he let me watch him jack off. I stood in his doorway as he laid on the edge of his bed and started jacking his dick. I couldn’t take it, and just as he was about to cum, I ran over and put my mouth over his dick as he jacked it. His face got red and he strained and shot his cum out and filled my mouth.
I ran back and savored his cum as I felt a wonderful orgasm jolt in my pussy, over and over. He whispered to me later in the kitchen and told me that was so risky and to watch out doing that, then he kissed me and felt my little pussy right behind mom’s back!
One afternoon when mom was gone for a long while, we took a shower, just the two of us. We started out washing each other this time, instead of mom doing it. We got so hot, feeling each other up. Our warm soapy body’s got us hot. Ken felt my tits so nice and then his fingers slipped in my pussy. I jolted as he found my clit and massaged it.
I reached out and held his slick boner and the waves of wanting to have sex with him flowed thru me. Yes, I wanted to have sex with my own brother. I just started kissing him like a boyfriend, only he was much hotter a kisser than any of them. He seemed to know just what I liked. I felt wonderful feelings in my little pussy, and his fingers were exciting me like no other. I had to drop to my knees and kiss his boner all over. This was all new to us and we were starting to feel panic to have the forbidden things we had been told we could never have. Sex with your brother.
Ken held me close and said:
“I’ve never felt this way before Lynn, I can’t get enough of touching you, I know we aren’t suppose to want this, or do this, but I want you so bad. I thought about it lot’s of times, but pushed back the thoughts, but they just kept coming back. Feeling your body, and kissing you is what I want so bad, I don’t care about anything else.”
When he said that, he said just what I felt, and I told him so. We were so out of breath by now, we both sat on the shower floor and I pulled him on top of me. It was heaven feeling his body all warm from the warm water flowing over us. I told him I wanted him now, I couldn’t take it any more.
I opened my legs wide and just reached down and put his boner in me. It was like a electric shock as our body’s became one. I put my legs around him as he fingered my clit and our body’s started to move together. I can still hear the slapping noise that our body’s made as we started fucking in a fury. I wanted to pull him inside me, he felt so good. Our warm wet kisses just added fuel to our cuming climaxes.
We could hold the pleasure no more as he yelled and I yelled loud as our two peaks blended together and we came together. We thrashed on the wet floor. We squirmed as he thrusted a huge load of cum in me as I yelled out in ecstatic pleasure. Our slick arms held us tight and we moaned for long time together.
That led to us sneaking and having hot sex whenever we could.
I was now 13 and he was 14. One night we were all in the shower together. Brother and I decided we should wash mom for a change. She started breathing hard and said that would be so wonderful.
We started in soaping her up real good. I saw my brothers dick starting to get hard and I knew he was getting turned on. In fact, I was too. Watching his hard on and feeling my moms hot body, we both got very turned on.
He whispered to me: (…”let’s get mom all excited.”…) I giggle and nodded my head yes. We started in washing her all over. She closed her eyes as our hands got closer to her tits and pussy. We leaned her on the shower wall and she let us keep going further and further, never stopping us. Soon we were sucking on her nipples and Ken and I rubbed her wet soapy bush. She never opened her eyes but just moaned and breathed harder an harder. She parted her legs for us, so we both could have room to get our hands in to feel her warm wet pussy. Ken and I got really turn on by this and it turned into a sex fest with mom as our sex toy.
I got on my knees and started to lick mom’s pussy. She moaned and spread her legs wider apart for me. I put three fingers in her warm pussy and started masturbating her. I licked around her clit and teased it. Ken was sucking her nipples and kissing her all over. He teased her mouth with his tongue and then just kissed her and slipped his tongue in her mouth.
She moaned and wrapped her wet soapy arms around him and returned her tongue to his. We’d never seen mom so hot and it was turning us on big time. I fingered my pussy while I licked hers. Ken put mom’s hand on his big boner and she started feeling it and his balls and all around. She was now moaning and out of breath more and then she began to hump my face and gave out a loud long moan and started to tremble. I licked her clit as fast as my tongue would go, while fingering both my pussy and her pussy too.
Ken moaned and as she stroked him, then he shot big shots of cum all over her tummy and moaned loud. She started shaking and had a big climax while I was licking her clit. Her knees began to weaken as she moaned “Oh My God YESSS!!!”, and started to sink to the shower floor. I kept licking her pussy and she grabbed Ken’s boner and started sucking it fast. She licked him over and over and smeared his cum on her tits.
I yelled “OH…oh oh oh Oh!, YES!!!”, And I climaxed hard while still licking her pussy. Ken sat down on the shower floor, exhausted like mom and I were. We let the warm water flow on us and just felt the bliss.
Mom hadn’t had any sex in a long time, and it just took her by surprise.
That day was the day everything changed for her. After a few days, she sat us down in her bedroom and told us that that was the best sex she had ever had in her whole life. She told us she knew we were having sex…….. and “if “…. she was now included at times, we could all have beautiful sex now and nothing would be said, to anyone.
Ken and I looked at each other and grinned.
With out saying a word, we started undressing mom. She looked at us and began to smile. Ken unbuttoned her blouse, as I undid her shorts and pulled them and her panties down and off. I unhooked her bra as Ken started kissing her with his tongue darting in her mouth. Mom…gasped…. and started trembling. We placed her in her bed naked. Ken and I started undressing each other slowly and kissed with passion and felt us up as mom started to squirm and just watched.
We were giving her a show of a lifetime. She began to moan a little and rub her pussy, this was really turning her on. Watching her son and daughter making out right in front of her. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would ever see this. Two young teenagers feeling each other up and panting as they both got hot and out of breath. Mom squirmed more and starting rubbing her pussy faster as she watched. Ken and I lay down still kissing hotly and then turned to a 69 position.
Mom watched as I sucked Ken’s dick excitedly and he lifted my leg and put his face in my pussy. We moaned and started really getting into it. Mom got up on her knees to watch us better and fingered her pussy firmer. Soon Ken and I reached out for mom and pulled her to us. I pulled her head over to me and we both sucked and licked on Ken’s dick.
We put mom between us. Ken started kissing her pussy now in front of my pussy. He fingered my pussy as he licked mom’s wet pussy. We all moaned now, and mom was gasping for air. This was the last thing she expected to ever happen, and we were exciting her like never before. I reached and felt her body. She was trembling as she took Ken’s dick in her mouth, taking turns with me. Ken licked her clit, and each lick made her jump a little. Ken knew she wanted his dick in her bad but let us make the move.
I rolled and placed mom on top of me. I was on my back and her back on me. I reached around her and felt her big tits and rubbed her pussy now. She moaned so beautiful as she reached down and felt my pussy between her legs. Ken came around and put his knees between our legs. He teased both our pussy’s with his dick, rubbing it on mom’s and my pussy also. Mom’s fingers trembled as she fingered me. Ken and I knew she wanted to feel Ken’s dick in her and squirmed and lifted her pussy to meet Ken’s dick. He slowly advanced and let his dick go up my pussy lips and then on up to moms.
Then back down again, teasing our now both wet waiting pussy’s. He put the head of his dick in mom, then in me. Back and forth, teasing us. Mom and I both squirmed for him to put his dick in us. We were both on the verge of begging him for it. He finally pushed his dick all the way in my wet pussy, then out and all the way in mom’s. He was slowly fucking us both as we moaned in delight. I held mom’s tits tight as he toyed with us. Mom’s pussy juices were dripping on my pussy, it was making me so hot, I could hardly stand it.
Mom reached out to Ken for him to put his dick in her and fuck her. I started fingering mom wet clit, and reached out and pulled Ken’s dick into mom’s pussy. He could play no more and started fucking our mom. Mom’s arms locked around him as he reached down and fingered me. He started fucking our mom faster and moaning to us. “Oh god….Oh God…OH…JEZZZZZZ!”
She yelled out now, and fucked him as fast as she could as Ken shot loads of cum in her pussy. Now she felt his cum in her for the first time. She made this screeching sound and her pussy kept jumping and the pulses took over her pussy. Ken tried to pull out to fuck me but her pussy locked him in until she went weak. Ken finally pulled out and I felt his huge dick slide in me and started fucking me fast. I moaned out and climaxed gloriously and held mom tight as my pussy jolted over and over.
Ken shot another huge load in me as I felt it go in all hot. Our moaning continued as we all squirmed and gasp for air. Cum was running out of mom and onto Kens dick and my pussy.
Wow!…what a cum fest that was! We all just laid there and enjoyed the blissful feeling from each other. My pussy just kept squeezing my brothers dick over and over.
———————-
That was just the first of many, many 3 somes we have today
. Ken and I live together with mom. We all have boyfriends and girlfriends, but they’ll just never know…….
. what we do, when they’re not around….(wink.)

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Returning Home

A regular day ends in an unexpected manner for John while he is going home after school with Jenny…

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THE SECOND CHANCE-2: SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE

I had left Marie more than three months ago. It was clearly the biggest mistake of my young life—since I was sent back from the dead as a thirty-year-old. Eventually—a miserable wretch and desperate to see her again–I phoned from right outside her apartment. When she opened the door we stared at each other for almost a minute before she ran into my arms. We held each other so tightly for almost ten minutes and when we kissed I was positive I had made the right decision—it was the kiss of a lifetime. Marie had called my name and yelled, “YES! YES! YES!” when she answered the phone—the answers to any question I had for her. My last two questions were:
“Do you love me?”
“Oh, yes, George!”
On a roll, I played a hunch. Nervously I asked her, “Are you pregnant?”
Marie looked up at me, those marvelous violet eyes sparkling like never before. “Yes,” she whispered just before pulling me into yet another long sensational kiss.
Chapter 1
Eventually, I broke the kiss. I could have gone on forever, savoring her touch, but there were things we had to do, and there’d be plenty of time for kissing once we had returned to my home. I wanted Marie to come home with me in the worst way and she had said, “Yes!” I was thrilled but there was a lot to do and it was almost 10:30 in the morning so, if we wanted to be back at my place by this evening we had to begin soon.
Holding hands I walked Marie into her apartment, planning to organize the move, but Marie had it all under control. “I rented this apartment furnished so, other than a few personal items and the TV, it’s all staying here. I’ll need my clothes,” she started. Then, with that same evil smile forming on her face, she continued, “but, then again, maybe not! I have my pictures—they’re the only ones I have of my family—and, of course, my toys. We wouldn’t want to forget them, would we?” My grin matched hers.
Marie pulled her clothes from the closet and I carried them down to my SUV, a new BMW X5. I dropped the rear seats and then piled them in the back. Her clothes from her dresser were placed in bags—paper ones from the supermarket. Working together it took us almost two hours to get everything down, packed into the car, and the apartment cleaned.
“Do you have a car? “ I asked her. “Can you drive?”
Of course, I can drive. I have a license. Want to see it? I never needed to buy a car. Living here I’m only ten minutes from work by bus and everything I need is close by.”
“Well, you have a car now,” I told her, passing the spare keys to the Beemer into her hand.
“You mean this is mine? Can I drive now?” She was really excited, but I thought she should wait until we were on the open road before taking the wheel. I got in and we drove away.
Marie was checking out her key ring. “What are these other things?”
“The chrome-plated brass thing is to our house—it’s a special kind of key for the house and the security system both. The remote will open the gate and the garage, OK? I’ll show you how to do everything when we get there.”
“Am I going to like our house?”
“I hope so. Do you like noise or quiet and privacy?”
“I think that with you I’d like lots and lots of privacy—so we can fuck all day and go naked as much as possible. Will we be able to do that, George?”
“We’ll have plenty of privacy, Marie. I don’t think we’ll ever have to get dressed.” I pulled onto the interstate and soon we were hitting 70, heading northeast toward North Carolina and the beach. We had been driving for maybe an hour when Marie asked me, “How much did this car cost, George?”
“I don’t know, Marie—sixty-five, seventy, I think.”
“Wow,” then after a short pause she continued, “Are you really giving it to me?”
“Yes, Marie,” I replied, resting my hand reassuringly on her thigh. “I have a Ford pickup and a Porsche 911. I bought this especially for you. Don’t you like it?”
“I love it, George. It’s just that nobody ever gave me a present like this before. I’m having a hard time believing it.” Then after planting a kiss on my cheek, Marie whispered, “Thank you, George.” Even stopping for lunch we were home by six p.m. Marie drove the last hour, loving how nimble and responsive the X5’s twin turbo six was. I showed her how to open the gate and then the garage.
Hand in hand we walked into the house. Marie followed me into the bedroom. She pulled me into an embrace and a long hot kiss. Her long tongue wrapped around mine as her hands found my belt. In seconds my hard cock was out. Breaking the kiss she whispered, “Let’s take advantage of all that privacy, eh?” Then Marie literally ripped the clothes from my body before stripping herself—the shreds of my former clothes falling to the floor. She stepped out of her panties, her long slender legs, tight round ass, round firm breasts, and that delicious sweet pussy all just begging to be fucked, and pushed me back onto the bed. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about this?” I shook my head “no,” overwhelmed with her beauty and sexiness. “Hundreds of times, at least, George–now I’m going to fuck you ‘till you drop.”
Marie fell on top of me, driving her hard nipples into my chest. She ran her wet slit up and down the sensitive underside of my erection making me harder and hotter. I had also prayed for this more times than I could count and now my dreams were coming true at last. Marie eased a bit forward, moving the head of my cock to her slit. She was oozing pussy juice at an incredible rate so when she moved back down I slid into her hot tight velvety tunnel with the greatest of ease. It was like we were made for each other! The muscles in her tight cunt gripped me like a circular vise, each squeeze delivering one incredible sensation after another.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…at…long…last,” sighed Marie. “You feel…so fucking good George—so very fucking good.”
“Yeah, well, you should feel it from my end. You feel…wonderful…fantastic…incredible. I could just remember how tight you are,” I replied breathlessly. Marie was on top so she was in control. Eyes closed, she remained remarkably still, breathing slowly, savoring the way I was filling and stretching her cunt. Slowly she began to move as her passion and her lust claimed reign over her body. Marie rocked, bending my cock within her muscular canal. I was in a playful mood so just after massaging her firm smooth breasts and rolling her hard nipples between my fingers I teased her, “I thought women always had to pee after a long ride.”
“It’s a matter of priorities, George,” Marie gasped, ” I do have to pee pretty badly, but I need to fuck you even more. I’ve peed several times already today. I haven’t made love with you for more than one hundred days.” Staring at me with those fantastic violet eyes she continued, “I haven’t had sex in all that time. I really need you now!”
“What would you have done if I hadn’t come back?”
“Do you have to ask that just now?” she grunted, “I’m almost ready to cum…and…it’s going to be a…really…OH, GOD!” She humped me hard three times grinding her clit into me with tremendous force, arched her back, threw her head up and screamed non-stop for almost a minute as her climax raced through her body like a tsunami through an oceanfront town. About half-way I felt a familiar surge up from my balls—I shot a huge river of cum into her womb. Five more times I drove deep into her as I drowned her pussy in my seed—I was still cumming like Peter North! Drained, Marie fell onto my chest as buckets of cum leaked from her pussy.
Lying on my chest as she recovered, I caressed her head, running my fingers through her long black hair. It was several minutes before Marie spoke, “George, I cried all night when you left. I will never know why I made you go.”
I gently stroked her head and kissed her forehead as I replied, “Marie, I started crying before I even left your bedroom. Maybe it was something we had to go through so we would know how much we really love each other. I don’t know why I left, but I know now that I’ll never leave you again. I love you more than anything.”
Marie raised her head and I could see that she was crying again. “Don’t worry, my darling, these are tears of joy—of elation. I’ve never been happier. I don’t care one bit for the money you won. I only want you.”
She moved back down to kiss me tenderly—lovingly. It was long and soft, and hot, but after a minute or so I broke it.
“Just exactly how badly do you have to pee? Don’t forget—I’m on the bottom here.” My smile was ear-to-ear and when Marie saw it she laughed.
“I think I’d better get up. I could stay here with you all night, but right now nature calls.”
Chapter 2
Marie returned to my side right after I heard the toilet flush. She seemed relieved (no pun intended). Marie snuggled up close, her arm over my chest, her leg over mine. I wrapped my arm around her as she laid her head on my shoulder. Her pussy was still leaking my seed. “I still can’t believe you came back for me, George, but I’m so glad you did.” I didn’t say a word; I just pulled her closer, if possible, before leaning up to pull her into a long hot kiss. Marie pushed that long tongue of hers into my mouth to wrestle with mine. Damn, this woman could kiss! We went on like that for almost twenty minutes before we broke at the same time.
“Wow,” I was breathing heavily. “Is this what I have to look forward to?” Marie gave me that evil smile in reply. We lay silently for quite a while until I heard my stomach growl. Marie laughed; I was embarrassed; Marie laughed again. She pulled me from the bed. ‘Do you have any food here?” I shook my head “no” before explaining that I ate out a lot.
Marie rose and walked around the bedroom several times before she entered the bathroom again. “I love your bathroom, George, and this shower is great. We’ll be able to shower together all the time.” She left, walking down the hall to the other rooms. I followed a few steps behind. As she checked out every room—the other bedrooms, the guest bath, the living room, kitchen, dining room, and, finally, the family room—I was checking out her fantastic ass and the cum dripping down her legs. Suddenly, she turned, placed her hands on her naked hips, and asked, “George…don’t you have ANY furniture? I’ve never seen so many empty rooms in one place in my entire life.”
I was tongue-tied, unsure what to say, so I figured the truth was the best. “I…uh…wanted to wait for you, Marie, and I was…uh…afraid you wouldn’t want me after all this time, so I didn’t know what to do. So, I didn’t do anything.” I had my head down, ashamed of my indecision, but Marie didn’t see it that way.
“George that is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard. I guess if I hadn’t come with you you’d never have anything, would you?” I shook my head “no” again. “Well,” she continued with a look of determination on her face, “I am here so I guess I’d better get busy.” She rushed forward into a wonderful hug as her perfect smooth skin rubbed against mine. She ran her mound and her silky smooth pussy lips up and down my leg.
“Again?” I queried.
“Not yet, George. We can wait until later, OK? I’m kind of hungry, too and if I have to listen to that stomach much longer…. I think we should get dressed, don’t you?” We dressed and in five minutes Marie was driving us to a nearby Italian restaurant in her new SUV. We ordered a large sausage pizza to go, and while she was waiting for it I bought some Pepsi 2-liters at a neighboring market. I got back just as she was walking out with our pie. It was only a few moments later that we were back home again. We sat in front of the TV as we ate and drank our fill although we paid more attention to each other than to what was on the screen. I was just about to stretch out when I felt a tug at my elbow. “It’s later now, isn’t it, George?” Marie all but pulled me into the bedroom for an encore. I was barely there a few seconds when Marie suddenly dropped my shorts and boxers in a single motion. She removed my feet from my shoes and socks while she pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me back onto the bed. “Now, stay there, George! No moving, OK?” I nodded while she stripped before joining me on the bed. I reached out to massage her velvety smooth breasts, but Marie pushed my hands away as she moved down between my legs. “This one’s for you, George. I have something special in mind for you so lie back and enjoy it. You can pay me back later!”
Starting just above my asshole Marie licked up my balls to the underside of my stiff cock, over the top and down the other side; then she reversed, going back the other way. I groaned non-stop at what she was doing to me. When she came back to my helmet she swallowed me in a single gulp, taking all eight-plus inches into her mouth and throat. She didn’t stop until she was kissing my pubic hair. Using her mouth she fucked me hard, sucking and licking with that incredible tongue of hers. “Ohhhhh…Ma…rie,” I groaned after several minutes of this sweet torment. ”I’m getting close; I’m cumming.” I thought she would swallow as she had in the past, but at the last instant she pulled back, jerking me tightly with her surprisingly strong hand. My first rope of creamy cum shot more than two feet into the air before finding its way to my chest. Five more times I shot a thick arc of cum that landed on my stomach, abdomen, thighs, or chest. I was a mess by the time my orgasm had ebbed—my torso looked as though it had been covered with white frosting, like a toaster strudel, or a pop-tart.
Marie batted her eyes coyly. “Oh…George…I’ve been so naughty; just look what I’ve done. I think I should clean up this mess, don’t you? Maybe you should punish me if I don’t do a good job—a good spanking, perhaps.” She batted those long lashes at me, her violet eyes dancing. She stuck her tongue out and licked and licked and licked. She began on my thighs and moved her way north. When she had cleaned my legs and torso she turned her attentions to my withering cock. Using her tongue again she licked all around my helmet and, once she was sure it was spotless, she moved down to the shaft. Just to make sure she sucked me deep into her mouth. I say deep because by now all her attentions had made me hard again. Marie rubbed my ball sack while she slowly stroked my organ.
I was in ecstasy, but I had a job to do. I pulled her up and flipped her onto her back. I levered her long legs onto my shoulders as I leaned forward, pushing her ankles behind her head. My cock was poised just above Marie’s slit. I reached down, rubbing it into her, moistening it with her natural lubricant. It was only a second later that I eased into her satiny smooth tunnel. Marie moaned in her rapture as I pounded her pussy, driving my cock deep into her love canal, rubbing her G-spot going in and out, as I bottomed out on every stroke against her cervix. I was afraid of hurting Marie until she begged me, “Harder, George. Fuck me harder, please. I love it hard.” I pulled out until only my helmet was within her before driving into her. Again and again I rammed home, forcing my cock into that delicate rough spot just inside her tight pussy. I tweaked her nipples and massaged her mammoth firm breasts until Marie could take no more. She drove her hips up to meet me when her first spasm hit. She twitched and shook as her orgasm took over her body. On and on she went—one convulsion after another—until, finally, it passed. Marie was bathed in sweat; it pooled between her magnificent breasts. Marie panted and panted as she came down from her ordeal. I released her legs; she wrapped them around my waist; I fell to lie atop her chest as I engaged her in a long deep kiss.
“I want you to cum, George. Use me to cum. Make me your cum bucket, George. Drown my pussy in your cum.” On and on Marie encouraged me. First with her words, then with her body, she drove me to an incredible orgasm. Using her legs as levers, Marie pulled her hips up with my every thrust, creating the friction I would need to reach my orgasm. Faster and faster she moved with me until I was there. “Put it into my mouth, George; I want to feel your hot cum explode into my mouth.” She released her legs; I pulled out, moved forward, and shoved my slimy cock into her mouth. She swallowed my rod, tasting herself, just as I blasted my first river of baby cream into her throat. Marie jerked me with her long strong tongue as I shot repeatedly into her mouth. It was all she could do to keep up with my deposits, but, in the end, she swallowed every single drop. I fell beside her, pulling her into a hug and a long tender kiss.
I was thinking as we rested, loving the touch of her sensational skin against mine. “You know, Marie,” I began, “there’s a lot we don’t know about each other. I’ve told you everything I know, and it’s not much. It’s not going to make any difference to me, but I realized that I don’t even know your last name, or your birthday, or a lot of other things about you—like where you grew up, where you went to school….” I would have continued, but Marie shushed me by putting her finger to my lips.
“George, you obviously weren’t paying much attention to my name badge when you claimed your prize.”
“No,“ I responded with a smile, “I was checking out your hot body. Why?”
“Well, for one thing you would have seen that my name is Marie…Shaw—the same last name you have. I grew up right there in Columbia. I’m a home-grown South Carolina girl, although I had to take a lot of flak for leaving Columbia, the home of USC, to attend Clemson. I majored in business admin. I was born on June 25, 1986. I’m 25—almost 26. You know I have a sister—she’s four years older, married to an accountant, with two girls, so I’m an aunt. We’ve never been close; I told you she was in California—in Modesto. I went there once. I hated it, so I came back here to Columbia and I’m very happy I did. Otherwise, I would never have met you, George. Oh, one more thing, George—I’m a big Atlanta Braves fan.” I kissed her cheek, pulled up the blanket, and prepared for our first night together in our house.
Just before falling asleep I whispered, “I’m a big Yankees fan.” Now how did I remember that?
Chapter 3
We woke the following morning when the sun shone brightly into the bedroom. In our haste to make love we had completely forgotten to draw the drapes across the glass wall leading to our screened porch, the back yard, and the marsh beyond. Still spooning together, my arms around Marie, my hands caressing her hardening nipples and her satiny smooth breasts, Marie turned for a wake-up kiss. I protested mildly, claiming “morning breath,” but Marie was not to be deterred. She gripped my head, locked her fingers into my hair, pressed her lips to mine, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. There was no way to resist; I rolled her over to face me—to once again have those glorious breasts pressing against me, to feel that gooey sticky cunt against my thigh.
We kissed nonstop for almost fifteen minutes when I had to break it. “I gotta go,” I whispered into her ear. “Me, too,” Marie responded with a smile on her face. I pulled her from the bed and, being a gentleman, allowed her to use the toilet first. When I left the commode room I led Marie to the shower. This was something I loved about the house. The shower is 6 by 8 tiled on the walls, ceiling, and floor with an open doorway at one end. There are spray heads overhead on either side of a small opening skylight, at chest level, and again at leg level—fourteen in all. I set the thermostatic control by the doorway and a moment later we stepped into the hot spray. I pulled Marie into an embrace while the hot water ran over our bodies. We laughed as we rubbed our slippery skin against skin. I grabbed a bar of soap, turned Marie around and began to wash her back. Moving down I massaged her sensational butt, tickling her when I pushed my soapy finger up and down her crack. She stopped laughing when I gently slipped a soapy finger into her butt. “Ohhhh, George that feels so good. I love it when you do that to me.” She was getting pretty excited which was good, but, being pregnant, I didn’t want her to fall which would have been bad, so I stopped. She gave me a quizzical look, but nodded her understanding once I had explained. I kissed her tummy lovingly—the health of our child was much more important than fooling around–as we got back to the business of washing each other. Once I had cleaned her—the first time I had ever washed a beautiful hot pussy, Marie took over and washed me. I felt she took an awful long time washing my cock and balls, but I’d never complain.
I carefully led her back into the bathroom, making her stand on the rug while I lovingly dried her fantastic body. Once dry she wrapped a towel around her hair and pulled another from the rack to dry me. Still naked we walked to the living room, through the French doors to the screen porch, and sat taking in the beauty of the marsh and the dunes beyond. “Is that your dock?” Marie asked.
“Yes, it runs all the way into the ICW—the Intracoastal Waterway—and I have two boats out there in addition to a covered area where we can fish or just sit and enjoy the sunset.”
“Can we swim there, George?”
“Well, we probably could but I don’t recommend it. There can be a really fast current when the tide starts to ebb. A swimmer could wind up a mile away in no time at all, plus I hear there’s all kinds of debris on the bottom. I think it’s too dangerous, but we can go to lots of beaches, either in the SUV or boat.”
“Can we go out there now, George? I started to say, “Sure,” when I realized that we were still naked. We could easily be seen from a passing boat, or even by my neighbors. When I looked at Marie I could see she was thinking as I was—all her stuff was still in the X5. We began laughing at the very same instant. I gave her a quick peck as we walked into the garage to retrieve her clothes. Carrying them in I showed Marie “her closet”—a spacious walk-in with more than twenty feet of hanger space along three walls and shelves, drawers, and shoe racks along the other. Marie took one look and stood there in awe. “Uh, George, where are your clothes? Is all this just for me?”
I hung up the clothes I had carried in and showed her my closet a few feet away. Mine was by far the smaller and when Marie saw it she had to pull me in for another sensational kiss. I let her put her stuff away while I did the grunt work, knowing that she’d probably rearrange everything several times, at least. We put on shorts, tees, and sandals and walked hand-in-hand through the yard and out along the dock. We sat on the bench and talked—real stuff, not love or sex stuff. We agreed that Marie would hire a decorator to furnish most of our rooms; we would work on our baby’s room ourselves. That was a joy we wanted to share. I also insisted that she see a top-notch OB/GYN; I’d get some recommendations from the neighbor wives—one of whom had three teenage daughters. I knew there would be lots of questions about Marie, but I had thought all this out before I had brought her home.
We spent almost three hours there before we decided to take the Robalo—an 18-foot center console– for a ride. I returned to the house, filled a cooler with sodas—no alcohol for my pregnant lover—sandwiches, and snacks. I lowered the boat into the water. Having hydraulic hoists installed had been a great idea. The boats were kept out of the water where they couldn’t be damaged by wakes from boats—some of them quite large– that sped by. I carefully handed Marie into the seat next to the helm. I was going to ask her how well she could swim, but instead I just handed her a PFD. She gave me a questioning look until I explained that our safety was a primary concern and there was always the chance of an accident. Just the previous week, I explained, a boater had struck a submerged log and been thrown from his boat. Even if she could swim I’d want her to wear a personal flotation device, just like the one I would wear. Fortunately, I had bought several that inflated automatically when they got wet. They were cooler and much more comfortable than the typical bulky life preserver. I cranked the engine and it started immediately. I stood at the helm while we cruised down the ICW at more than 30 miles per hour. The wind wrapped around the windshield, whipping Marie’s hair as she laughed from the exhilarating feeling. It took us about fifteen minutes to reach the inlet and another ten to reach Bird Island, not really an island any more, just the southern end of Sunset Beach which really is an island. I double anchored–one on shore, the other fifty feet out and let the boat drift on the current.
Cooler in one hand I took Marie by the other, and we went exploring. We walked barefoot through the shallow water at the shore from the inlet side out to the deserted ocean beach where we sat alone, ate our lunch and relaxed. I was lying back, digesting my sandwich, and taking in the sun when something blotted out the light. I looked up into Marie’s beautiful face. I grinned as I pulled her down for a fantastic kiss. Her long strong tongue explored my mouth as mine explored hers. I sucked on her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth. I felt rather than heard Marie groan as I slid my hands under her top. I was surprised, but pleased, to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I moved around to cup each breast, loving the firmness and weight. My hands adored the satiny smooth feel of her skin as I massaged each globe, teasing her areolas and nipples. Marie broke the kiss, pulled back looking at me lustfully.
She wanted me and wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. Seconds later my hard cock was in her hand as she stroked me slowly, just enough to drive me wild with desire. She lifted her hips to pull down her shorts and panties. I could see the tiny droplets of pussy juice glistening on her labia. Marie grabbed my cock again, brought the tip to her cunt and sat down, engulfing me in that torrid tunnel. Marie closed her eyes, held her breath, and arched her back. “Oh, George, I can’t believe how good you feel inside me. I love the way you fill me up.” She leaned down to show her appreciation; she pressed her lips against mine, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth. I massaged her breasts again, pinching her nipples. Soon she was so hot she had to move on my cock—so hot she craved release. Marie rocked like a woman possessed. Faster and faster; harder and harder she rammed her hot hard clit into me. Marie was breathing hard, panting from her exertions, so much did she want and need this orgasm. Marie was getting closer; so was I. I could see her eyes glass over. She was in another place mentally and physically. Her whole being was into the sex and the rising sensations of her orgasm. Suddenly the rocking—the gyrations—stopped. Marie’s breathing quieted. It was the lull before the storm. Just as suddenly she started to shake, small tremors at first, but growing with every second. Marie opened her mouth for a silent scream, remembering at the last instant that we were only yards from a public beach as her climax hit her hard. She convulsed repeatedly for almost a minute, shaking uncontrollably. She collapsed onto my body exhausted.
We lay there for almost thirty minutes while Marie recovered, my hard cock still slithering in and out of her pussy slowly. Eventually, she was able to dress and we walked back to the boat hand-in-hand. Minutes later we were on our way back through the inlet to our home.
Chapter 4
Ever look at something without actually seeing it, without recognizing it for what it really was? It came to me on about the fourth or fifth time that someone was sending me signals. The first time was when Marie and I went to the Hope School to make my donation. It was a cloudy day, but when we walked out of the school I noticed the clouds part, the sun shining down upon us. The second time was when I left Marie’s apartment. There was supposed to be a full moon, or close to it. Walking to my car I saw the clouds form in a cloudless sky and cover the moon. The next day clouds covered the sun all during my drive home—no matter which direction I drove in those clouds followed me. When I walked out with Marie en route to our home the clouds had parted and they had stayed away for the entire weekend. That’s when I knew that God was sending me a message—Marie and I were meant to be together. Someone much more powerful than me was controlling my destiny. I don’t know why I would be surprised; my entire life—my second chance at love and happiness—was due to divine intervention.
I couldn’t remember whether I was religious or not in my prior life, but after all that had happened to me so far in this one I knew that I definitely believed in a higher power. I resolved to live my life the right way—taking the absolute best care of Marie and our family.
Marie amazed me almost every day. She learned all the technological concepts dealing with our house, the security system, and her car in less than a week. She hired a decorator and coordinated all the work of buying furniture, carpets, and all the things that go into making a house a home. She employed a cleaning company, did our laundry, bought and cooked our food, and still found time to look beautiful and sexy every minute. The sex continued as it had been that first time together. We fucked and sucked each other several times every single day.
Marie also showed me her determination and perserverance in several ways. One night we had been too tired for sex so I went to bed in a T-shirt and gym shorts, my usual sleepwear prior to bringing Marie home with me. She climbed into bed with me, spooning in front. “Uh, what’s this I’m feeling with my butt?”
“Well,” I replied, “since we didn’t have sex tonight I thought I’d wear pajamas—my version of pajamas, anyway.”
“George, just because we didn’t have sex doesn’t mean we won’t, does it? If I reach out for you during the night what am I going to touch—you or some stupid cloth?” I got the hint, rose from the bed, and stripped quickly. Marie rewarded me by gently stroking my cock.
“Much better, George,” she whispered just before falling asleep, my cock still in her hand, “…much better.” She spooned against me and, just before we were ready for sleep she spread her butt cheeks apart and pulled my cock into the space. “If it’s still there in the morning I may have something special for you.”
“Unfortunately, it’ll almost certainly go soft by then and we’ll wind up on opposite sides of the bed,” I whispered as I wrapped my arm around her, just below her breasts. Marie immediately moved my hand—onto the breast and touching her nipple. “Now, that IS much better, George.” We fell promptly asleep.
I woke the following morning to a tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I opened my eyes to see a pair of beautiful violet eyes. “Guess where your cock was this morning? I’ll give you a hint—it was nice and hard and right where I wanted it to be. I think I owe you something.” With that she kissed me, her tongue exploring every part of my mouth. I had realized early in our relationship that even the worst morning breath was no deterrent to Marie so I moved into the kiss eagerly. Suddenly, Marie broke the kiss and pulled away, leaning toward her night stand. She returned a moment later with a bottle of lube. “I’ll do you. You get me ready, OK?”
She squeezed a big dollop on her hand and slathered it all over my cock. Then she turned away, presenting her rosebud for my attention. I lubed a finger, pressing it into her. A second followed a minute later. In another minute Marie had three fingers probing her butt. “I think I’m ready, George. Put it in me…please. Please, George…I need you now!” I rose and positioned behind her sphincter. I aimed for the small hole I knew would be there and pushed. Slowly and steadily I gained entrance—“popping” as my helmet passed the sphincter. Marie turned and nodded. She mouthed the words, “Hard—do me hard.” I reared back and drove deep into her bowel. Over and over I punched into her and when I reached under to tease her clit I thought Marie would jump through the ceiling. I rubbed in tiny circles as Marie pushed back, shuddered repeatedly, and fell forward, my cock ready to explode in her butt. Marie was completely drained but still she encouraged me to cum and I didn’t need much. She reached back to massage my balls. A gentle squeeze of her hand and butt sent me over the top. Hot white semen poured into her ass. It was over all too soon; I fell on top of Marie. Afraid of hurting her I started to slide off, but she stopped me, “Don’t you dare! I’m not made of glass, you know. Stay where you are. I love having you on top of me.”
Another example occurred one evening when I told her I wanted to watch a Yankee game on TV so she shooed me out of the kitchen right after dinner, explaining that she’d handle the clean-up on her own. She joined me about a half hour later, fresh from the shower, and wearing only her robe. Sitting on the other end of the couch she wriggled her feet in my crotch. When I glanced her way her neatly trimmed pussy glistened between her legs. I returned my attention to baseball but Marie wasn’t having any of it. She stood on the couch right in front of me, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. I couldn’t miss her intoxicating aroma; I couldn’t resist just a taste. And that was it for the ballgame! One lick led to a slurp and one slurp led to another—and another and another. In seconds I was attacking that hot wet pussy with a passion. I would have licked her to an orgasm eagerly, but, to my surprise, Marie stopped me, flipped over, her head at my zipper. She turned to me for only a second, “Please hold me, George, so I can open this.” I held her hips while she exposed my cock. I got hard so fast it was throbbing with my pulse at almost a hundred beats a minute.
She held herself with her arms as my cock disappeared into her mouth. I attacked her cunt which was seeping juice now. Marie used her tongue to great advantage; running it around my helmet was driving me crazy with want and need. When she tickled my pee hole I was done—hot creamy semen erupted into her mouth. Over and over in a seemingly never ending river cum poured into her mouth and throat. Meanwhile I laid siege to her clit with my tongue and teeth. I sucked it between my teeth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue—it ignited an explosion within her body. Marie shook and trembled in my arms as she came repeatedly. I continued to suck as long as she continued to shake and I sucked for several minutes, at least.
Eventually Marie groaned, “Enough, George. Please stop. You’ll kill me with pleasure if you go on.” I released her clit, pulled her up, and took her into a long loving embrace. We rose some time later and headed for the shower. We were enjoying the hot water when I told her I had to pee. She grabbed my cock before I could turn to leave. Marie kneeled, directing my stream to her breasts. She rubbed the hot pungent liquid over her chest. When I was done she told me, “My turn, George.” I wasn’t crazy about it either way, but fair is fair. I kneeled to allow Marie to tinkle on my shoulder. Her pee ran down my chest and back. I had to admit her heat was pleasurable, but it wasn’t something I’d want to do every day. When Marie wanted something, she really, really wanted it. That was the kind of determination I would always admire.
Chapter 6
As I had promised I did speak to our neighbors about finding Marie a top doctor. It took several weeks to get an appointment and we only got that because Marie was now four months pregnant. Of course, I took Marie, feeling uneasy as almost the only male in a waiting room full of women, many very obviously pregnant. I was sure that Marie sensed my uneasiness; she squeezed my hand, pulled me close, and promised me many wonderful things once we got home as she kissed my cheek. Of course, there was paperwork to be completed—Marie’s name, mine, our address, insurance information, medications she was taking (none, thank God), and a whole host of other questions I considered mostly irrelevant.
Eventually, after almost an hour’s wait we went in to see the doctor—or so I thought. We saw a nurse who weighed Marie, took her blood pressure, pulse, and temperature, and had her change into one of those horrible hospital gowns. I helped her fasten those unreachable ties—didn’t these people ever hear about Velcro? We laughed when she asked if we knew the date of conception—“January 8 or 9,” we responded simultaneously. When the doctor finally arrived she went through the same questions that were on the form we had completed for what seemed an eternity before the exam finally started. In time we got to the ultrasound—the chance to actually see our growing child.
“What are you hoping for, Mrs. Shaw?” the doctor asked, making the obvious mistake since we had the same surname.
“I think I’d like to have a boy,” Marie responded as she smiled at me, surprising me because while we had not discussed this I assumed she’d want a girl.
“And you, Mr. Shaw?
I hesitated only a second before answering, “No doubt about it, I want a daughter!” Dr. Jonnson moved the device over Marie’s abdomen going, “Hmmmm…hmmm” several times. I thought it was like looking at ink blots or an old black and white TV with barely working rabbit ears as an antenna. When she rotated the screen to us she turned to me. “Well, Mr. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish.” I was beaming until she continued, “And, Mrs. Shaw, it looks like you’re getting your wish, too. You’re going to have fraternal twins.” That’s when the room started swimming and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes I was lying on the floor, my head in Marie’s naked lap. She was stroking my face; I could see the concern etched on her face as the doctor waved smelling salts under my nose. I was still groggy as they helped me to a chair and the nurse brought me a cup of water. “Did I hear…?” I asked. “Did you say…twins?” I looked at Marie and she was nodding happily. I was still unsteady as I walked from the office.
“George,” Marie asked once she was again behind the wheel of her X5, “did you hear my last question to Dr. Jonnson?”
“Huh?”
“I didn’t think so. I asked her how long we’d be able to have vaginal sex. She said it will depend on how the pregnancy goes, but as long as I don’t have any pain we can go almost until I’m ready to give birth. Isn’t that great? We can continue to fuck as often as we want, and I can always take care of you with my mouth, or ass, or even my hands, if necessary.”
“Marie, have I told you lately how much I love you? Here you are having twins and all you’re concerned about is taking care of me. I’m so lucky to have you. I feel like celebrating; let’s go out to lunch.”
“Well, George, I feel like celebrating, too, that’s why we’re headed home.” When I looked at her she had that fabulously evil smile on her face. Thirty minutes later we were pulling into the garage. Marie led me into the house and then to the bedroom. “George, you were so cute when you fainted. I wasn’t too worried until you fell and hit your head. Are you OK now?”
“Yes,” I replied with a grin of my own, “but I think I’d better lie down and get out of these tight clothes.” I took off my loose golf shirt and my baggy shorts to lie naked on the bed. I extended a hand to Marie. That was all it took. She had most of her clothes off by the time she reached me. In bra and panties she joined me on the bed. I pulled her into a long deep kiss as I ran my fingers through her long black hair. I broke the kiss and moved my attentions to her long graceful neck, and then to her shoulders, and then to her breasts. Like the rank amateur I was I struggled to remove her bra until Marie took pity on me, shrugging it off with a giggle in only a second. I took one of her hard hot nipples into my mouth. “I’m already envious of our children,” I whispered. “I’m going to miss suckling you.”
“I’m going to miss you doing it, too, but I’m sure you can find something else to suck. You can, can’t you?
“I think I’m headed there right now,” I told her as I moved farther down her body. I slipped her panties from her legs and found my objective—her delicious moist pussy. I moved between her long strong legs to stroke her silky thighs. I inhaled deeply, savoring her musky scent until I leaned forward to run my tongue up one side of her labia and down the other. Marie moaned and gasped repeatedly under my ministrations. Changing tactics I moved my tongue to the center of her slit to drink the pussy juice from her fountain. Over and over I slurped up her fluids. Moving up I teased her clit. It was hard as a pebble and oh so hot. I nibbled and sucked it between my teeth bringing Marie to a long and strong orgasm.
“Come up here and kiss me,” she ordered. I obeyed instantly. She kissed and licked herself from my sodden face. “George,” she cooed, “that was great but right now I need you to stick that great big cock into my tiny tight pussy. Lie on your back so I can climb on top of you. I did, and she did. Very slowly she lowered herself onto my erection. When she bottomed out she leaned forward, stopping inches above my face. Looking straight into my eyes she told me how much she loved me, and then she showed it by fucking me for more than an hour. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock as she milked me over and over. All told, I came five times—once for every one she gave herself.
“Enough, Marie, I love you and I love making love with you, but you’re going to kill me. I’d like to live long enough to see our children.” Marie stopped moving on my cock, but not removing it from her pussy as she laid her head on my shoulder. Not surprisingly, we fell asleep almost immediately.
Chapter 7
We had a lot of re-planning to do. One of the problems with twins is that when one wakes up he/she wakes up the other. Should we have them in separate rooms, or together in one? Should we keep our carriage and get another like it, or get a tandem? We would need another crib and all the supplies that go with it. How many additional blankets and outfits would we need? Oh—the joy of having twins! It turned out that I worried too much. Marie took all this in stride and in only a week or so she had it all straightened out.
Meanwhile I was making plans of my own. I took Marie with me when I went to get fitted for new golf clubs. She told me that she had never played, but she had been a successful softball and volleyball player in high school and she was incredibly coordinated and limber so I thought she might enjoy learning the game. Besides, it would give me the opportunity to show off my lover. I’d seen plenty of men’s eyes follow her at restaurants and shows. I loved being seen with Marie almost as much as I loved her, and that was with all my heart. I knew I’d never have anything to be jealous of. Marie loved me as much as I loved her—probably more!
Marie had once told me that she didn’t care about the money I had won and when I showed her credit cards in her name she proved it. She could have spent thousands on clothes, cosmetics, perfume—whatever she wanted. She used the cards to buy groceries, gas for the X5, and supplies for the babies—nothing for herself, even though she obviously was going to need almost a whole new wardrobe. If I hadn’t taken her shopping for these things I think she would have gone naked all the time. I loved seeing her body, especially her swelling belly, but there were times we had to go out in public. One of the things I insisted she buy was a swimsuit. We lived near the beach and I wanted to take advantage as often as possible.
In mid-May I suggested we plan to go to the local beach for the Memorial Day weekend—the official start of the season. Marie asked to wait to see how the weather would be. On Saturday morning I packed the car even though the skies were overcast. Marie balked until I told her I was pretty sure it would clear up after we got there. “That’s not what the weatherman says,” Marie countered.
“I have my own weatherman,” I told her, “and my weatherman reports to a higher authority!” Marie rolled her eyes, but nodded saying, “I can always read a book on my Kindle, George. If you really want to go it’s OK with me.”
We left for the municipal beach around 10:30, arriving about fifteen minutes later. The municipal lot was jammed so I went next door to the fishing pier, paying $10 for the privilege of using their lot. I carried our stuff over the dunes searching for an open spot. We eventually found one in front of a large group of women in their 30’s and 40’s. Golf widows, I guessed. Once I had set up the umbrella and chairs Marie applied lotion to my body and then invited me to do the same to her. Just touching her sensuous skin was usually enough to give me a raging erection and today was no exception. Marie laughed when she saw the tent in my suit. “Oh, George, if we were home I could do something about that. I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait until we get back there.”
“You’re well worth the wait, Marie. Now, at least, I have something to look forward to, don’t I?” I kissed her and we sat back to enjoy the day. We were relaxing and reading when Marie asked me, “What’s that, George?” pointing to a small plane pulling a large banner.
“Oh, that’s how a lot of restaurants and tourist attractions advertise around here. I remember that, don’t ask me how, from my prior life—you know, when I visited the area.” We sat in silence at the plane passed us, towing a banner for the Ripley’s Aquarium in Myrtle Beach. We went back to our reading until maybe a half hour later. “Here comes another one, Marie. I can’t quite make out what it says. Can you read it?”
Marie leaned forward, placing her Kindle into her bag. She stared at the banner for almost thirty seconds then she looked at me. She returned to the banner that everyone could clearly see read “MARIE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?” and when she turned to me again I was on one knee. “Well, Marie, am I going to have to ask you twice?” I could see tears come to her eyes.
“No, George, I mean yes. Oh, you know what I mean.” Marie dug her long slender fingers into my hair and pulled me into a long kiss as the women behind us started to cheer and applaud. It was at that exact moment that the clouds disappeared, bathing the beach in bright sunlight. We both noticed it and nodded at each other. Our marriage would be blessed in Heaven!
When Marie broke the kiss I dug into my pocket, retrieving a blue velvet-covered box. I pulled out a ring, her ring—a 2.5 carat solitaire in a platinum setting. I don’t know whose hand was shaking more—hers or mine—as I slowly slipped it onto her finger. “I hope you like it Marie. If you don’t I can get you another.”
“Don’t you dare, George Shaw; I love it and I love you.” The ring was just the right size, thanks to one I had recently “borrowed” for the jeweler. Of course, our new fan club had to see it, kiss Marie, and congratulate me. Being women they had immediately recognized that Marie was pregnant, but were thrilled when they learned she would have twins. Marie just had to tell them how I had fainted in the doctor’s office when I got the news—they laughed; I turned red until Marie leaned over to give me another sweet kiss.
On Tuesday morning we went to the town hall for our license and, after lunch, we returned to be married. It was by far the happiest day of my young life.

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Christmas Date Part 1

Christmas was just around the corner, and it would a sad and tough time for me. I lost my wife of 30 years to breast cancer. She fought a brave battle, but in the end this tough disease won.
It was her second marriage and my second also, she had 3 kids from her first, and I had 1, plus we had 1 together. The kids are all grown with there own kids and a couple with grand kids. When we all get together it totals over 24 at a function. We always would meet on the holidays, but this year I just was not into it. I told them to go ahead with their own plans, and that I would be ok.
The real reason I want to be left alone is because I had a date for Christmas dinner. I was in our local Walmart a few days before Christmas, when I bumped into Tina. Boy she still look great, and I had not seen her for a few years. She lost her husband to a heart attack this summer, a few weeks before my wife died. We both wished each other our deepest sympathy for the loss of our spouse’s.
I asked her what she was doing for Christmas, and she replied that she would be home alone. We chatted some more and then I asked her if she would like to come over to my house and have Christmas dinner with me. She politely refused saying that she did not want to be a bother, like the odd person out. I informed her that would be just her and me and the dog. I had a real nice pork loin that was way to large for me to eat alone. It took some convincing, but she agreed to come over around 4 pm for dinner.
On Christmas Day I took the pork loin and sliced it into ½” thick chops. I got out a baking dish and open a can of apple pie filling and put it on the bottom of the dish. I then put the 4 chops on top of the apples, and put stove top stuffing over the chops, and baked for about 45 minutes at 350. I got out a package of veggies and nuked them in the microwave oven. The rest of the meal consist of a salad and fresh fruit cup.
She showed up right at 4 pm, with a bottle of wine. Even though I am not a big wine drinker, I choked down a glass to be polite. We sat down to a candle light dinner at 5 pm. I have to admit it was a wonderful meal and the company was delightful. We took turns telling each about our life story to date. Let me tell you a little about Tina. She is about 5’6″ has blonde hair, blue eyes, a beautiful body, great breast, slender waist, nice ass and legs, she told me she works out almost everyday in the morning for about hour and a half. She was wearing a tight green sweater, and a red skirt about knee high, with black shoes. For a lady around 55 she was drop dead gorgeous.
We finished dinner and she helped me clean up the dishes, and put away the leftover food. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I went into the living and turned on the gas fireplace, put a blanket on the floor, and turned on some Christmas music. I had a couch pillow under my head as I laid on the blanket in front of the fireplace. She came into the room and sat on a chair by me. After a few minutes she asked if there was a pillow for her to use. Now why in the fuck did I not think of that and have an extra pillow there for her. Her intoxicating beauty was making me think with the wrong head. I quickly gave her my pillow and I got a different one.
We laid there for a while listening to the music and having our feet warmed by the fireplace. I turned on my side to look at her, and she stared back into my eyes. I lowered my head down to her and our lips met in a soft kiss. I move down to make our bodies come together, and we made out like a couple of teenagers. Slowly we shed our clothes till we both were naked. Her body was like a piece of art work, and I was the artist who is going to work on it. Our kisses became more passionate, with our tongues probing each others mouth. I was really getting hot, until I realized that my feet were almost in the fireplace. She giggled about that as we shifted over away from the fireplace.
After that slight delay we resume our heavy kissing, and I was gently massaging her breast and rubbing her nipples. She was really getting turned on as she was moaning into my mouth. Slowly I worked my way down her body, kissing and biting softly her neck. Man what a beautiful neck she has, if I were a vampire I would suck on it all night. I finally made to those perfect breast. I lick and sucked on them and her nipples. She finally started to talk to me, tell me to suck her nipples harder. I took her nipples in my mouth and suck real hard on them, then took my teeth and started to nibble and softly bite them. Then I used my tongue, and gently lick them.
While I was working on her breast, my hand move down her tummy and threw her bush, to her pussy. I gently rubbed her thighs, and then my fingers moved to her outer lips, gently stroking them. She softly whispered in my ear, I am so wet put your finger in me, and get me off. I opened her lips and inserted my finger and worked her slit with a vigor. She was really wet, and was moaning and groaning out loud. My finger found her hidden jewel, and I started to work on her clit, getting her more stimulated. Pretty quick she moaned out loud, clutch my head tightly and locked her legs against my hand, as she was in a gripping orgasm.
I let her settle down, before I started to make my way down her body. She had a trim bush that smell full of her last orgasm. I spread her lips and inserted my tongue, and lick her pussy, like a cat lapping a saucer of milk Pretty quick she started to squirm again. She cried out I going to cum again, and my face got a bath from her orgasm. I stayed put and licked up all of her juices that I could.
She started to beg please I need you inside me, I want to feel you in me, it has been so long since I have had a cock inside me. Do it now, Do it now!! I moved up to her on my knees and grabbed her legs and split her apart like a turkey wishbone, and entered her wet hole with my cock. I pounded away with her feet riding on my shoulders. It has been a while since I fucked a woman, and I knew that I would not last real long. She started to scream I am going to cum, I am going to cum. I could feel that strange feeling in my sack that I was going to cum also. I said get ready baby I am going to cum, and I blasted off a load in her that would have made NASA proud.
We collapse into each others arms, and laid there for a few minutes. Finally she got up and went to the bathroom. I turned off the fireplace, and went into the kitchen to get out some dessert. I had made chocolate pudding for us and got it out of the fridge and a can of whip cream, and set it up on the counter for us to eat. She came out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen to join me.
We sat there naked eating dessert, how erotic. I could not help my self, I kept looking at her, she was so beautiful. Her breast are so full with very little sag in them.
Then a goofy idea struck me.
I grabbed the can of whip cream and gave her boobs a couple of shots. That caught her by surprise. I also took some of the pudding and put that on her boobs. The look on her face was priceless. As I put away the whip cream and pudding, she was watching my every move. I came back and took her hand and lead her back to my bedroom. I pull down the covers, and we got into bed. She asked what about this mess on me. I just smiled and leaned down and started licking. It did not take me long to clean that mess up and I just kept licking and sucking on her breast and nipples. I could tell that she was getting aroused again.
I continued to explore her body, as I worked my way up f rom her breast to her neck to her ears to her lips. We kissed passionately with our tongues working together in unison. My hands were not idle while we kissed. They were giving her breast and nipples a good work over. I took my time with her, making sure that she was full aroused. Slowly I started to work my way down back to her breast. First I gave her ears and neck a good working over, with a little smut talking in her ears. I kept working my way down over her breast I stopped at her tummy and suck and nibbled on it and her belly button. I heard her suck her breath in when I start to work on her belly button.
My hands were all over her legs rubbing her thighs, working down to her knees, rubbing the back of her knees, and back up her thighs, and caressing her pussy lightly. She was aroused now as she was moaning and talking say how good that feels. I asked her if she was getting wet yet, and she responded YES. I asked her if I should stick my fingers in her pussy and rub her clit. She said YES make me feel good.
I inserted my fingers into her cunt, and she was soaked. I work them around and reach up to the roof of her vagina and hit her sensitive spot, causing her to lift her hips up off the bed, but I stayed with her rubbing that spot and riding out her orgasm. When she settled back down, I went to worked on her clit rubbing and stroking it, causing her to have more pleasure. She was moaning and groaning and tell me how good that felt. I responded by asking her if she want me to lick her pussy. She just moaned, and I said come on baby tell what you want, do want me to lick your pussy? She yelled Yes Yes Yes lick my pussy make me cum again.
I moved my head down between her legs and lick and nibble her thighs, and then I licked her pussy lips and sucked on them. She moved her legs wider opening up her cunt to me. My tongue flicked in and out of her pussy as fast as I could do it. Then I slowed it down and lick up and down real slow. She was start to squirm and buck her hips as her arousal got stronger. I move my tongue up to her clit and licked and rolled my tongue around it. My finger was rubbing her asshole, and I slowly inserted my finger into her asshole. I had her up to a point of no return and she let out a scream that scared my dog. Then her whole body just shook and her hips bucked wildly, as she had one really big orgasm. She flooded my face and I tried to drink in as much of her juices as I could, but finally I just had to pull off.
She reached down with her hands and grabbed my head and pull me to her for a real hard fierce
kiss, jamming her tongue into my mouth, tasting her orgasm which is all over my face and mouth. She broke the kiss and looked right in the eyes and said I want you to fuck me right now, I am so ready for your cock. Well I did not need a mailed invitation on what to do, I roll over on top of her, and she guided my cock right into her soaking wet pussy, and I started to pound away.
I varied my pace, as I had already cum once tonight so I knew that I would last a lot longer this time.
I fucked her in different positions, missionary, on my knees with her legs held wide open, and I flipped her over and we did it doggie style. Finally she cried uncle and I rolled off her, proud of buddy and the good job he did pleasing her. She must of had a couple of orgasms during all this fucking. We laid together on the bed, with her in my arms it felt so good to just hold her. Finally she feel asleep in my arms.
End of Part One

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