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Son’s Revenge 3

Rik must once again tap into his anger to save his family. he must also come to terms with his past to defeat his greatest enemy yet! This is the final Chapter in the son’s revenge story!

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The Au Pair – Part 5

I’ve had sex with a number of older people in my life, but no-one like John and Ann. They were something else. In the space of a year Ann had changed from a frigid, posh, stuck up woman to horny, sexually confident woman who enjoyed nothing more than experimenting; not only with John, but with me as well. She enjoyed role play, watching porn while she got herself off, and trying out new sexual positions over and over again until she had perfected them. I didn’t mind letting her fuck me over and over again until she was happy with her performance. My favourite times with Ann were when she was feeling extra kinky and liked to break out some of my bondage stuff. John had changed during that year too. He was no longer an uptight, workaholic, lady’s man. He had stopped fucking his business partner, and any other women he had on the side, and now was Ann was only sharing her husband with me. She still had no idea about me and John.
I’ve had a number of threesomes in my life, but my threesome with John and Ann is the one I will think about every time I fuck myself for the rest of my life. We had spent so long in the past trying to plan and organise it, turns out it happened out of the blue.
John was spending more and more time working from home lately, it meant we had the house to ourselves and could have sex whenever we felt like it. This particular day I decided to surprise him in his study, having no clue that Ann was planning to surprise me on her lunch break.
After dropping the twins at school, I made a slight detour on the way home and called to the town’s only sex shop. After browsing the store for a good 20 minutes, I decided on my purchases. I bought a peek-a-boo bra, a crotch less thong, a suspender belt, some stockings, some killer porn star shoes, and a naughty French maid’s outfit. Johns pipes needed a good clean out and I was just the dirty whore maid to do it.
John was up to his eyeballs in paperwork when I returned home. He never even heard me get back. I quickly dressed myself up in my new purchases, already feeling my pussy throb with the anticipation.
I quietly sneaked into his study. He never even looked up from the forms he had in front of him.
“Excuse et moi?” I breathed seductively in my best French accent whilst fluttering my eye lashes at him.
John’s eyes were wide and his mouth hung open in shock. He was unable to speak as he stared at me flicking my feather duster over my cleavage, which was popping out over the top of my kinky outfit. I sauntered my way over to his desk, making sure my breasts and ass wiggled with every step. He was still speechless as I leaned into him, thrusting my cleavage into his face and pushing his chair back, allowing me to sit on his lap with ease. His tongue flickered across the top of my breasts and I shuddered at how good it felt.
“You look amazing” he gasped between licks.
“This place is filthy, it needs a good clean.” I stood, turned around and bent over his desk while I pushed everything on his desk onto the floor. John had a perfect view of my crotch less thong and bare ass, and he couldn’t resist licking and kissing my ass cheeks. I undid my maids outfit, freeing my hard and erect nipples. I began to stroke myself as Johns tongue moved from my ass into my pussy. He freed his cock from his restricting pants and I could see the glisten of his pre-cum on the tip of his penis.
“Mum, can you collect the twins from school? Yeah, Jessica is ill and both me and John are stuck at work” John stopped licking my slit, frozen in horror. Ann stood in the door way watching us as she spoke to her mother on the phone. She had her free hand between her legs rubbing her pussy over her trousers. She never took her eyes off us as she spoke to her mother and aroused herself. “Would it be ok if they stayed with you this evening? I don’t want the twins catching what Jessica has” She paused as her mother answered her question. “That’s brilliant mum, thank you. I’ll call over after work to make sure they are ok and drop some clean clothes off for them. See you soon. Bye” She hung up and immediately began to undress herself.
“Don’t stop John, Jessica looks disappointed that you’ve stopped. There is plenty of you to satisfy both of us” She sauntered over the desk as she unhooked her bra. She climbed onto the desk removing her panties and kicking them off while she crawled across to me. John was still frozen to the spot; he didn’t know what to do so we girls took charge of the situation. Ann leaned up and kissed me on the mouth, her tongue flicking in and out of my mouth very obviously so that John could see. Her hands took over from mine as she gently stroked my even harder nipples. She gently pushed me back and I manoeuvred myself so that Johns cock was positioned over my opening. I slid myself over his tip over and over again, allowing my juices to run down his shaft.
Ann shifted herself on the desk so that her pussy was facing us. She leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs so that we had a great view of her dripping wet pussy. She began pulling roughly at her nipples as my fingers began sliding in and out of her cunt. In all the commotion, John had woken up from his daze. I wasn’t sure if it was my pussy teasing his cock, or if it was seeing my fingers inside his wife. He had seen me do this before of course, but always discreetly and at a distance. When it’s up close and personal, it’s a very different sensation. His hand reached around me and he began playing with my tits, squeezing and rolling them in his hand.
“Fuck her John. Fuck her while she fucks me” Ann managed between laboured breaths.
I felt Johns cock throb on my clit as she said that and we both squirmed at how good it felt. With his hands still on my breasts, he pulled me down roughly onto his cock. He both gasped as he buried himself deep inside me. Ann’s eyes never left mine as she watched me writhe around with pleasure on her husband’s cock. I could feel her getting wetter with every thrust John made into me. As Johns rhythm increased, inside me, my own increased inside Ann. It was only a matter of moments before we were all panting, moaning, and sometimes screaming out as our orgasms drew closer.
As I felt my pussy beginning to contract around John’s cock, I quickly stood realising me from his grasp. I helped Ann off the desk and we swapped places. As if by instinct, John stood and bent Ann across the desk so that her face was inches away from my pussy. She immediately dived right in and began licking and sucking my clit. John thrust into his wife form behind and she let out an almighty scream as he continued to pound her from behind. John looked me straight in the eye as his wife ate my pussy and he fucked her hard. I came really quickly and Ann wasn’t far behind me.
Both of our bodies convulsed as our pussy contracted. We screamed and writhed unable to contain the sheer amount of pleasure we were experiencing.
John pulled out of his wife’s pussy and we were both on our knees in front of him before he had even removed his pants from around his ankles.
We both began licking and stroking the shaft of cock, purposely avoiding his helmet until he was beginning for us to take it in his mouth. Ann obliged first. She did three long, deep sucks before it was my turn. We repeated this until John removed himself from our mouths and began tugging at himself. We both opened our mouths ready to share his hot sticky cum.
And there was a lot of it. It squirted all over both our faces and dripped down our chins onto our exposed breasts. As John steadied himself on the chair and caught his breath, Ann began rubbing his spunk over my rock hard nipples. I returned the favour, and it wasn’t long until we were fucking again in front of John. He watched with the biggest smile of his face.
We carried our threesome long into the night. We fucked every which way imaginable. We fucked until we couldn’t take anymore. It was definitely an unexpected treat for all of us, but it was definitely worth the wait.

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SCP – Kelly

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story so feel free to leave any criticism, (it starts slow but trust me I think it’s worth it) I’ve read these forums since I was 11 and I’ve hated watching them slowly die as activity decreased. I decided if I wanted to see some good stuff on here I might as well contribute and hit two birds with one stone. Hopefully I can become a frequent poster here, everything I’ll post will be original and I hope you enjoy!

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Don’t Stop

A lady lover starts a new job at a law firm and starts up an uncertain relationship with her boss.

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Female Boss in charge

I had just taken a new job at a mid-sized company, and my initial reaction was that the team I was working with were a fun bunch of people who were very diligent about doing their jobs, but also treated each other in a friendly way. There were six people in our team headed up by Maxine, a tall (5’10”) attractive blonde who was probably in her late 20s, at first I wasn’t sure how things would work out given she was more than 10 years younger than me, but it became obvious that she was both very smart and treated everyone on the team as peers, in fact there were times where I wondered if she was too accommodating given she was the boss. Overall, my new work environment was the best I had ever worked in and I would go home at night thinking what a great decision it had been to move to the company.
About a month into my new job we were working on a large presentation which Maxine was going to deliver to a new client on the following Monday. I was working hard on the Thursday afternoon to wrap it up so that we could have a final group discussion on the Friday when Maxine walked by my desk and asked how close I was to being complete, because she had an offsite meeting with a different client at 5pm. I told her that it was going to be at several more hours, but I should be done by 7pm.
“Good work” she replied, “Unfortunately my home printer is screwed, so can I get you to bring me a copy at my apartment?”
“Sure, no problem” I said “I’ll drop it by at 7:30, unless it takes longer to finish, then I’ll text you to let you know”
With that she gave me her address and left the office for her other meeting.
I made good time on the rest of the project and was soon in a cab heading to her place. As we drove I was thinking to myself how committed she was – we had a full day to work up additional changes to the presentation, but she still wanted to give it a preliminary review tonight. “I guess that’s how she managed to get to be a boss at such a young age” I thought to myself.
The streets were surprisingly busy, but since I finished my work faster than anticipated I was right on time as I rang her buzzer.
“Hello” the voice at the other end crackled
“Hi Maxine, it’s Mike, I have your copy of the presentation” I replied
“OK, come on in” followed by the door buzzing unlocked
I proudly walked up the steps thinking to myself what a great job I had done not only on the presentation, but also on going out of my way to deliver it. This will help strengthen her impression of me. I knocked on the door, and after a couple of moments it was opened and I saw a stern looking Maxine, dressed as she had been at work all day, looking back at me.
“Here is the…” I said half stepping into her doorway, before being cut off
“This is very disappointing” she said tersely, snatching the envelope out of my hand
I was completely stunned and stammered some jibberish as I tried to understand what I had done wrong.
“Come in here and we’ll have to sort this out” she blurted at me, maintaining the unfriendly expression that I hadn’t seen on her face since I took the job.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong” I said sheepishly stepping into her apartment and hearing the door click shut behind me.
“You said you’d be here at 7:30, or you’d text to advise me otherwise” was the snapped response, “what time is it now?”
I fumbled to check the time and replied “7:32”.
“Exactly. Now I realize that you’re new on the team, but I don’t tolerate team members failing to deliver on their promises. Come into this other room and we’ll have to figure out what your punishment will be”.
I followed her into the other room too stunned to have an immediate reaction, but feeling my anger building after I had stayed late and gone out of my way to deliver the presentation. Before I could say anything she turned and disappeared out of the room throwing a comment “Wait here, I will be back in a couple of minutes to deal with this matter”.
The silence of the room left me to think more about a response to Maxine’s excessive reaction, and I started to formulate what I was going to say to challenge her over what was basically a negligible time difference. The wait was at most a couple of minutes, but by the time I heard the door start to open I was ready to verbally assault her over her unreasonableness.
First I heard the click of high heels on the floor, followed by the sight of her wearing a tight black short skirted PVC outfit combined with exceedingly high heeled boots, a paddle dangling from her hand. The contours of her body were perfectly silhouetted by the outfit, and while she was not a large breasted woman, her outfit had pressed her breasts upwards so that she had a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage on display.
She slowly, walked across the room to me in steps which left the click of her heels echoing in my brain. She stopped inches in front of my face, and by virtue of her high heels she was staring down at me, leaving me intimidated by the combination of her attire, her height superiority and the completely different persona from anything I had encountered from her in the previous month.
All of the thoughts I had about what to say were lost, I was confused, silent and powerless to react. She looked down upon me for several seconds seeming to relish the control she had of the situation, and then spoke in a soft measured tone.
“I know that you are new with the company, but we still all need to know the rules. I have to give you 6 stokes of the paddle so that you understand for the future.”
Mentally disoriented, I found myself incapable of doing anything other than turning and bending over to receive my punishment.
“No, no, no” she tsked “your trousers have done nothing wrong – you are the one who needs disciplining. Take off all your clothes immediately.” She said in a still soft tone, but with an obvious stress on “immediately”
Completely lost in the situation, I unconsciously started to disrobe down to my boxer shorts at which time I looked to see her eyes in a silent but determined stare drilling through mine, no reaction was required for me to know that she was waiting for my absolute compliance. I dropped my boxers to the floor and then bent over to receive my paddling to supplement the humiliation of my complete submission to my boss.
My hope that this would be over quickly was mistaken as she walked a very slow, methodical circle around me as though I was her prey. Again each heel strike on the floor seemed to send electric shocks through my brain interrupting my racing thoughts over how I got into this predicament, what I was going to do to get out of it, and an additional mass of jumbled incoherent synapse firing. After what seemed an eternity she stopped on my left side, then I felt her gently make a cross on my left buttock with a finger nail, followed by her softly uttering “one”, then the paddle connected with my left buttock creating a solid smacking sound and a warmth which seemed to spread towards my head after a couple of seconds, refocussing my attention on my plight.
As the radiating warmth died down, I quickly realized that the paddle stroke had actually been far more gentle than I had feared. My mind raced trying to analyze this fact and what message it delivered. In my mental distraction I blocked out the continued footsteps as she circled to my right side, crossed my right buttock, notified “two” then brought the paddle down onto my right buttock with similar strength to the first stroke.
More circling, finger-nail crosses, a “three” and a “four” and the warmth in my buttocks was supplemented by a further pair of blows which seemed slightly more gentle than the first pair. Just as my mind was beginning to gain comfort and balance with the rhythm of the situation, Maxine then destroyed the cadence with a longer delay, no walking and dead silence. After what seemed endless, but was probably only 15 seconds, she issued a “five” and as I started to contemplate the fact she had marked no target buttock, the paddle connected across both cheeks, slightly more gently than the second pair of strokes. This blow scarcely registered to me and it immediately solidified my opinion that she had realized that she had accomplished her goal and she was simply going through the motions before allowing me to leave in humiliation.
Knowing I was all but finished, one gentle paddle stroke to be delivered, I started thinking about collecting my clothes, dressing and fleeing as quickly as my legs would take me. I would regain my composure at home {“six” echoed somewhere beyond my attention} and figure out what to do about this whole situation and…..
“WHACK” the paddle connected one final time with a decidedly ungentle blow that immediately and for the seemingly umpteenth time since I entered Maxine’s apartment told me I was out of my depth in whatever was occurring. Only later that night, in retrospect, did I conclude that the blow probably wasn’t much harder than the first pair, but it might as well have been delivered by a fully running swing of the paddle based on my inappropriately established expectation. I sucked in deeply, letting out a slight gasp and was distracted from my thought process around escaping Maxine’s lair.
I stood up, feeling like a somewhat punch-drunk fighter trying to get his bearings, and staggered towards my pile of discarded clothes. I knelt down on one knee to gather them, only for Maxine to kneel behind me looping one arm around my body, under one arm, and up across my neck and pulling my body tight to hers, her cool PVC outfit pressing against my back as she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered “you’re not done yet” as her other hand reached around me, cupped my testicles in her hands briefly, then slid along the length of my throbbing penis.
That was the first time I realized how aroused the paddling had made me. The collective impact of the constraint of her arm across my chest and neck, her hand around my cock, the sensation of cool PVC insistently pressing against my back contrasting with her hot breath caressing the side of my face started to snap me out of my stunned stupor.
Her hand lingered on my rod, sliding once ever so delicately from base to head and back down, her tongue flicking delicately at my earlobe. While I now realized that she had vastly expanded her concern from her initial “punishment” I had no idea whether I had any part in the decision of how this was to progress, and whether I would simply be meat put through the tenderizer for her satisfaction. The one thing I was sure of was that I now was comfortable with whatever way she wished for this to evolve – she had me completely under her control, though for the first time that night I had escaped my total sense of confusion at the proceedings.
In a soft almost sweet voice she murmured “I’m sorry for having to punish you, but it’s my responsibility as a boss to ensure that the team understands how the rules work”, before adding with a slightly more devilish tone “besides, it seems like you enjoyed your punishment” coupling the second statement with a steady squeeze of my throbbing member.
I barely whispered a “Yes Ma’am” as I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of her erotic scent.
She rose up, never removing either her arm or her hands from where they were placed, somewhat dragging me to a standing position, my eyes still closed as I luxuriated in the awareness of the situation.
She released her physical grip on me then led me by the hand to a bed and had me lie on my back. She quickly straddled my chest and pinned my wrists to the bed each side of my head, then leant forward pushing her constrained cleavage into my face, permitting me to greedily bury my face in the valley of her breasts. She had allowed me my first dose of control for only a couple of seconds when she shifted to my left, reached for something unseen and in no time at all had my left wrist bound in a leather cuff which was strapped to the bed. Moments later she had rocked back to my right and repeated the task with my other wrist, leaving me to ponder how fleeting my episode of control had been. She returned to her perch on my chest, sliding down to bring her face in line with mine, her blue eyes glimmering as she stared into my eyes.
Again, ever so softly she spoke “It’s very important to me that the team performs at its best, but while discipline is an important part of that – as you now understand – so is having a good team rapport. Part of that is to make sure that we on the team have fun together…..you have been very understanding of the need for discipline, do you think that you can demonstrate to me that you are also good at having fun?”
Bound or not, submitted or not, I knew I had no place I wanted to be at this time other than where I was, and I replied less meekly than before “I am definitely interested in having fun, and I want to prove to you that you can count on me to be good as part of a team”.
She brought her mouth to my ear and said “Good, I like team players, and think of myself as a good team player too….but at this instant you need to understand that you’re on MY team” as she finished she brought her face back in front of mine and ever so gently nibbled on my lower lip, then replacing her teeth with her red painted lips and suckling on my lip until she snaked her tongue into my eager mouth.
Our tongues danced and wrestled in my mouth before I pushed past her lips to reciprocate and taste her inner cheeks. Eventually she pulled her mouth away and rotated her body, reaching for my right ankle, strapping that to the bed, followed by the left – now I was spread-eagled in my awareness of being on HER team.
As she was binding me into place I had raised my head up and was watching her shaved pussy as the bottom of her skirt rode up while she strapped down my ankles. Then, once I was fully secured in place, she started to back up towards my head, uttering only the single word “Lick”. Once her shaven lips were within reach of my tongue I quickly obeyed, starting with long greedy passes of my tongue up alternating sides of her pussy, then riding deeper in the ridge between them, investigating the inner warmth and revelling as my taste-buds cherished her musky flavour. She hesitated there for a while, then slowly and rhythmically began grinding back into my tongue, allowing enough time in her motion for me to carefully flick at her hard clit with my straining tongue, feeling a very slight shudder in her thighs as each such flick sent shots of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Good boy” she said, purring as I continued bathing her moistening crotch “you do seem like a good team player, and I definitely like having you on my team. I don’t want you to think that I’m not a contributor just because it’s my team though.” With that I felt her warm saliva on the end of my now raging hard-on, followed by pressure as she closed her mouth around my purple head and began to slide her mouth up and down steadily sliding a little deeper each time, her tongue twisting like a snake as she lowered her face.
I let out a gasp breaking my tongue’s contact with her raging warmth, the cooler air refreshing my mouth. As I started towards her pussy again she rapidly flicked her tongue around the underside of the head of my cock causing me to flinch and suck my teeth in arousal. With that she rotated her body off of mine stealing away my mouth watering delight, and slipped my desperate cock out of her mouth and muttered
“Clearly something’s distracting you from my pussy – I guess if you won’t put your tongue to use on me I at least should make sure you don’t distract me from what I’m doing” and with a wicked grin she reached under the bed and pulled out a ball-gag, slid it into my frantic mouth and deftly buckled it into place, halting my ability to both interfere with her dining, but also blocking my as yet unsatiated tongue from the meal of my choice.
She stood beside the bed, then raised one boot to the bed to remove it, seemingly ensuring that I had a perfect view of her crotch as she did so. I had seen her legs before in the office, but only covered in stockings, so seeing the silky bare immaculate skin provided another to the overflowing reasons to be stimulated. Her flexed calf muscles and slender but firm thighs quickly reminded me how I couldn’t currently enjoy the possibility of having my face grasped between those sensual thighs, her calves straining against my back to ensure my face was sufficiently buried in her womanhood.
She delighted in carefully repeating the process with the other boot, watching me work against my bonds to no avail.
“All in good time my little team player” she snickered wrestling herself free from her PVC outfit, finally showing her full nakedness seemingly eons after she had forced mine. Much like her legs, she had a taut stomach and her arms showed that she worked out enough to be fit and strong, but not so much as to be overly muscled, and her breasts while loosed from the support giving outfit still remained firm and delectable, though the warmth of her outfit and our shared activities left her nipples needing some attention to make them as pert as I bet they could be – the mere thought of that sent a pulse through my groin, now becoming impatient at being ignored. She stood briefly, allowing my eyes to feast on her naked form before reaching down under the bed again, and resuming her perch over my member without me seeing what she had reached for.
Again she lowered her bright red lips down my shaft and again it sent shudders through me, only now I could only grunt around the gag filling my mouth. She looked up at me, teasing my cockhead with her tongue and smiled as I twitched – I was left hoping she wouldn’t leave me hanging at this state for too long as my testicles felt like beachballs waiting to unload themselves of the excessive tension.
She pulled back her head, then I saw what she had grabbed from the floor, as she slipped on a white latex glove, swiftly dripped some KY on two fingers, and moved them to my unprotected ass crack, and gently worked one, then the second finger up into my back passage. She delicately manipulated them around for a short time, then lowered her head back to my straining rod, using her other hand to hold it still from all the exhilaration driven throbbing. With expert skill she massaged my cockhead with her tongue and my prostate with her fingers. This time she didn’t hesitate with any stopping and starting, building to a frenzy of lips, tongue and fingers leaving me no ability to do anything other than rapidly rise to the most powerful climax I have ever experienced spurting endless streams of cum into her diligent mouth, my body shaking and bouncing around as much as my constraints allowed, all the time being ridden by Maxine’s mouth like a rodeo cowboy.
As I slowly calmed back down, not helped by with occasional impish brush of her tongue around my cock, or extra little tweak of my prostate, I was able to relax and let some of the strain out of my now aching arms. She stood, removed the glove, cleaned up my softening member then removed the ball-gag from my mouth, allowing me to work my jaw around to release some of the built up tension.
“That was wonderful” she said with a broad grin “you have been a very good boy on MY team, now let’s see what you’re like on your own terms.” With that she started to unstrap my ankles, followed by my wrists until I was finally as free as she was.
“I must admit that I’m not very patient though, so don’t expect any rest time just because of what you just did” she continued in a selfish purr.
I didn’t care in the slightest, I may have been shattered by the power of that orgasm, but I reached around her waist, gently rolled her over so she was on her back, allowing me to see her fully naked beauty again. I sat across her stomach using the strength of my legs to take some of the weight off of her, then palm to palm I laced my fingers with hers, then turned my hands up so that each of our palms was fully exposed. Slowly but methodically I put my mouth to the inside of her right wrist and began nibbling, licking and kissing up towards her body, occasionally stopping and simply swirling circles with my tongue on her soft inner arm skin. As I got to her bicep I stopped, raised her hands above her head, and lowered my face to hers, first kissing her lower lip, then shifting back to repeat our tongue dance from earlier, lingering as we smeared our faces together as if forcing our faces to merge. After a period of kissing I lowered her arms back to her sides and started working from her left wrist back up to her bicep. Once there I slowly shifted across to the centre of her chest, moistening in expanding circles across the edges of her breasts moving out until the circles resulted in my tongue running across each now hardening nipple in turn. After ensuring each nipple had hardened into bumpy lumps I took care to vary between each nipple keeping both rock hard as I tweaked and drooled over Maxine’s buds. As I was doing this she was gradually wrapping her legs around my thigh and grinding her now sopping pussy against my leg. Breaking free from her snarling legs I gradually kissed and licked my way down her flat stomach working towards her steaming crotch. No sooner was my face at her groin than she wrapped a leg around the back of my neck and slipped her hands into my hair, clutching at follicles and urgently wrenching my face into place to pleasure her. Finally getting my chance at control, I broke her hands free, swiftly rolled her onto her stomach, clasped her wrists behind her back and managed to manipulate my hands to have my left hand controlling both of her wrists.
As she let out a pleading moan the trouble maker in me wanted to slap the ball gag in her mouth, but I was too busy getting my value elsewhere to worry about that battle just yet. I adjusted my body to be able to reach under her waist, raising her up, and slid two pillows under her hips, still maintaining my control of her wrists. This task complete, I set back to work, methodically licking from her clit all the along her lips, and back up the crack of her ass, flicking at her puckered asshole on the way.
Minute after minute of this delighted my sense of taste and smell, and the quaking of Maxine’s thighs, and her increased moaning left me clear that she too was cherishing this oral barrage. Finally I kept my focus on her protruding clit, licking, sucking, nibbling, flicking until in a spasm of epic proportions she cried out in ecstasy as her whole body shuddered to a raging orgasm as her legs started to give way limiting my access to her clit – releasing her hands I quickly lifted up her hips and slipped my face underneath her wrapping my arms round her thighs to allow her no escape from my continued tonguing. The noise of her moaning and bucking as I tended her highly sensitive parts must have been heard around the neighbourhood, and only after a little more fun did I relinquish control and allow her to collapse onto the bed, her face partially covered by her rustled hair, and her ribcage heaving from exhaustion.
After a couple of minutes of deep breathing and recovery she admitted
“Wow, you are a good player! Those are the sort of skills I’ve been looking for on my team!”
We weren’t done yet, sharing lots more positions and entertainment as we went well into the night, finishing with me pounding Maxine doggy-style as the bed screamed as though it was being destroyed. Even at the end of such a long session I came hard making me feel like I was still in my twenties – Maxine’s sexiness definitely had brought out the best in me. By the time I left, I struggled to find the energy to get home. All the way there I kept thinking to myself that in the future at work I’d be quick to volunteer, but doubted I’d ever deliver anything to Maxine on time!

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An Edited Life, Part 1

The hot bath was a welcome friend.
My eyes closed as my body sank into the deep tub, the lavender and chamomile-infused water seemingly embracing me as I inched into it, sighing softly as my frame nestled against the tub’s bottom.
It had been a hectic six months. Nearly a year earlier, a developer contacted me about coming to work in a planned community along the Indiana bank of the Ohio River, not terribly far from my hometown. The idea intrigued me, less for its proximity to home than for the town that was being built from nothing but gently-rolling hills and the challenges of the position I’d been offered.
When Alan Mercer first shared his vision, I was, admittedly, skeptical. He’d acquired five square miles of somewhat desolate land, several miles upstream from Louisville, Kentucky. On it, he was developing what could best be described as a playground for the youthful and educated. From the mixed-used buildings – with restaurants and retail and street level and apartments and condos above – to the sprawling riverfront park with its golf course, softball fields and amphitheater; to the winery and you-pick-it farm at the site’s fringe; to the enclosed water taxis that went back and forth to downtown Louisville, Mercer had seemingly thought of everything.
My role was to serve as the assistant editor of the development-owned media, keeping residents and visitors abreast of anything and everything that had to do with The Meadows at River’s Edge. The job was a hybrid of journalism and public relations, but about eighty-five percent of the development’s adults and a fast-growing number of its visitors were plugged in to our work, and neither its importance or its salary and significant perks were lost on me.
As my body absorbed the water’s warmth, it struck me how little I was plugged in to my new hometown. Several months had passed between Mercer’s offer and the actual move, and now six months into my new life, I realized I was living an endless procession of ten- to twelve-hour work days, with little to no human interaction after leaving the office.
That had to change.
My thoughts began to drift more deeply into my loneliness. The only man I’d really given a second look during the past six months was Andre Gregory, my editor. About five years older than me, Andre is a rock-solid six-foot-three, with a shaved head and crystal-clear chocolate skin. His smooth, deep voice is the sort one would want melting them to sleep night after night.
At times, the little smiles that often accompany Andre’s glances seemed knowing, almost taunting, causing my tummy to flutter slightly. Even as he’d always interacted with me as a gentleman, his look – THE look – often made me wonder what he was thinking.
But Andre was not only a co-worker, he was my boss. Tempted? Yes. But I could never let it happen.
As my bath lingered, I noticed the water cooling. No longer was steam drifting from its surface and a chill was beginning to run through me. Grudgingly climbing from the tub, I wrapped towels around my body and head and walked into bedroom, surprised to find that more than thirty minutes had passed since I’d sought refuge in the water.
Tonight, I was going out. This playground in which I’d found myself had become a lonely place, and with the awakening of spring and having the weekend off, this wasn’t a Friday night to be wasted as so many others had been since my arrival.
It’s been so long since my last night out, I felt almost inept to dress myself athletic, five-foot-nine frame for anything other than a day at the office. After what seemed like an eternity of indecision, my hand reached into the closet and came out with a hanger that contained a blue, floral-print figure-skater dress. Admittedly, it was almost too short, its skirt reaching just below my tush. But, hey, one can’t afford to spend a rare evening out unnoticed.
It was but a 10-minute walk from my apartment to the club at which I’d decided to spend the evening it. Strolling along the river, it struck me that I was turning some heads as others passed, including one poor bastard whose wife or girlfriend rewarded his glance at me with an open-handed slap to the back of his head.
The journey was both unsettling and gratifying.
The music from Escape was noticeable from about half a block away, its pulse growing louder with each step. The lobby was crowded as was the club itself, but an open table next to the dance floor beckoned, so I sat, relaxed, ordered a vodka and cranberry juice and began taking everything in.
Journalists are awful about mentally picking people apart, perhaps as a defense mechanism as much as anything. As my gaze flowed around the club, I began to analyze the people around me. That man with the tacky gold chains and his shirt open by about two buttons too many ought to head straight back to 1975 where he belongs. The fifty-something woman just a tad overweight for the spandex in which she was clad was probably mistaken to be hitting on twenty-something men.
Time passed and several drinks had flowed through my lips, and it suddenly struck me that a Friday night at home in front of the television might not have been a bad idea.
It was approaching midnight and nearly two hours had been wasted at the club. It was becoming more and more obvious that with no hope of companionship in sight and after having finished off a couple of drinks, it might be time to leave.
“How interesting,” a familiar voice whispered in my ear, from behind, “my dormant flower has emerged from her hole with the spring’s warmth.”
Though I turned my head, it wasn’t necessary to see my editor before I knew it was he who had teased me, using my dress’s print as imagery to poke fun at my lack of socialization.
His hand reached over my shoulder, grabbing one of the empty glasses on the table at which I sat, lifting it to his nose and taking a breath before snickering, “Drinking vodka and cranberry juice alone while surrounded by people; how absolutely typical of you.”
Though a smile crossed my lips, the emptiness I felt outside of work had become a bit painful. I grabbed my purse from the table, stood and turned, muttering, “I was just leaving actually,” only to feel his hand against my tummy as he said, “Oh no you don’t. You spend six months doing nothing but working and you think you’re heading home at eleven on a Friday night when you’ve the weekend off?”
My tummy fluttered slightly at his touch, and I glanced at him and said, “You won’t let me leave?”
He said nothing, smiling as he shook his head, grabbing my purse and returning it to the table before sitting in the chair across from me. Andre then motioned for the waitress standing nearby, ordering another vodka and cranberry for me and a Woodford Reserve on the rocks for himself.
Andre reached across the table, taking my hand in his, briefly saying nothing as he looked at me.
“Not once can I remember you mentioning a date, socializing, anything that would lead me to believe you’ve allowed yourself to enjoy a life outside of our work,” he said.
His observation did nothing for my self-confidence, and I caught myself struggling to find the right words with which to respond.
“The opportunities just haven’t been there,” I said, immediately realizing how hollow my words sounded.
“No,” he said. “The opportunities are there, you’ve just not taken advantage of them.”
Our drinks arrived, and I quickly grabbed my glass, lifting it to my lips before I said something else that left me coming across like a child making poorly-engineered excuses for unacceptable behavior.
“Look around us,” Andre continued. “It’s Friday night, the club is packed with people and I found you sitting here alone. If I had to guess, I’d say you picking them apart, person by person, so that you had a prefabricated veto in hand, in the event that any of them dared approach you.”
I caught myself – barely – before I spit my drink on the table.
“That’s exactly what I’d been doing,” I said with a smirk, realizing how observant Andre had been of my personality during the past half year.
The chat – which was more a polite lecture than anything – continued, with Andre chiding me for burying myself in my work when it wasn’t necessary for me to work at all, given that the trust my parents had set up for me afforded me considerably more financial independence than a career in journalism ever would.
What bothered me most about Andre’s friendly rant was that he left me with no room to object, so I listened somewhat helplessly as he methodically laid out what was wrong with my life.
With our glasses nearly empty, Andre ordered more drinks, but before they arrived, he stood and motioned for me to join him, taking me by the hand and leading me to the dance floor. My first few steps with him were awkward, between the drinks I’d already had and the rarity with which I wore heels.
Andre led me to an open spot on the floor, turned me around so that my back was to him, wrapped his thick, muscular arms around me and guided my body against his as we began to sway together.
Had this man not been my boss, what had happened wouldn’t have bothered me a bit, but here I was, in public and with his arms wrapped tight around me. What if a co-worker popped in? How many of these people had seen both our photos scattered throughout our work?
As these thoughts flowed through my mind, Andre’s hands slid down my sides, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass against his pelvis. Even with my embarrassment, my spine tingled at the attention and almost instinctively, I pressed back against him and gave my hips a playful little shimmy, only to have him lean forward and with that velvet-like voice purr, “Tonight, you’re going to socialize.”
We’d danced for nearly an hour, and I’d felt almost as if I were being publicly displayed before Andre very calmly said, “Now we can go.”
“We?” I replied. “It’s no trouble to walk home. It’s not that far.”
He smirked as he took my hand and led me back past the tabled where my purse – and our untouched drinks – sat. I grabbed my bag and followed him out the door and down the street to his Wrangler, climbing in as he opened the door for me before he entered on the other side.
“You’re coming to my place,” Andre said, as he started the car.
My head turned toward him as I replied, “Pardon? That strikes me as inappropriate.”
He nodded as he softly said, “Yes, it is,” his tone an almost mocking one.
Had Andre not been my boss, none of this would have been a conflict for me. He is a stunning, confident and cerebral, strong in every sense of the word.
As he drove, my mind struggled to grasp what was happening. After half a year of a social void, how was it possible that I’d just spent an hour unexpectedly dancing with my editor and was now even more unexpectedly in his car, tingling from having a bit too much vodka, heading to his house?
Andre pulled into his garage and clicked the remote on his visor, closing the door behind us. He exited the Wrangler, walked around its backside and opened the door for me, and then I followed him into his home.
We walked into his living room and stood behind what appeared to be a fairly expensive leather sofa. His arms wrapped around me again, this time pulling me toward him face-to-face and our lips met, first fluttering together before mine opened and his tongue slid into my mouth, causing me to moan into his as my heart began to race and a vaguely familiar warmth began to build within me.
Instinctively, I struggled, even as the moment was enjoyable. “He’s my boss,” was the thing that kept running through my mind. Andre apparently sensed my hesitation, my doubt, grabbing me all the harder and kissing me that much more passionately.
The kiss lingered, and my mouth felt full as his tongue slowly snaked within it. So focused was I on what Andre was doing with to mouth that I’d failed to notice that he’d grabbed my dress’s hem and was lifting it up my body, and that my arms had risen over my head without me even realizing it. It was only when he broke the kiss – my bra-less breasts exposed to the room’s cool air – to lift the flowery blue garment over my head that I actually became aware of what was happening.
So there I was, standing in Andre’s living room wearing nothing but a blue satin thong and nearly perfectly-matching, heeled sandals.
“Lose the shoes,” he said, and I nodded, lifting each foot, in turn, before tossing the sandals toward where my dress lay on the floor.
Andre slowly turned me, leaving me facing the sofa’s back. His hand found the middle of my back, bending me forward, and my own hands grabbed the sofa, leaving me bent at the hips and nervously stammering, “W-W-What are you …” before he shushed me.
The few seconds that passed seemed like an eternity. I could feel Andre looking at me, inspecting me before I jerked forward as a sharp sting exploded within me, his hard black hand having come crashing onto my ass. He laughed when a high-pitched whimper passed through my lips then said, “I told you back at the club you were going socialize tonight.”
My grip on the sofa tightened, expecting to be spanked again, but nothing happened. As my fingers relaxed, another slap shot through the air when he struck my other bun, this time hard enough that my knees buckled and I squealed, “Holy shit!” as I struggled to hold myself up.
That my rump was burning didn’t stop Andre from groping it with his powerful hands. As he kneeled behind me, his palms rotated, his fingers having been pointed toward the floor while he was standing, then ending up pointed toward my back by the time he reached his knees.
He slipped his forefingers into my panties’ waistband and pulled them over my hips, drawing them down my legs. As they reached my ankles, I lifted first one foot, then the other, stepping out of them. Andre’s hands returned to my ass, pulling me open and then he smirked, “I am soooooooo gonna enjoy this.”
As he kneeled behind me, he took a slow, deep breath as his nose hovered oh so close. My legs trembled as his warm exhale flowed through my crotch, and it struck me that his nostrils had to be filled with my musk. His grip on my ass tightened and he pulled me open even further, to the point that it strained me enough so that I rolled to the balls of my feet.
Again, seconds passed and nothing happened before he jolted me again with the flutter of his tongue against my folds. I dared not release my grip on the sofa’s back, and my body began to writhe with his licks, and I could hear him chuckle as he teased me with his lapping at my pussy.
As Andre’s tongue flowed through my vulva, the guilt within me grew. It was nearing 2 a.m. on Saturday and my editor’s face was in my snatch and my honey was dripping onto his eager tongue. How the hell would we face each other at the office on Monday?
Having been lost in my remorse, I’d not even noticed that Andre had stood up till I looked over my shoulder and saw that he’d been upright long enough to shed his clothes and toss them to the floor to our left. When he brushed up behind me, a gasp escaped my lips as I felt his rigid shaft against my tush as he leaned forward, guiding my hands from the sofa’s back and bending me completely over it.
The cold leather made be break out in goose bumps, despite the heat that raged within me. My areolas were rock-hard at the ends of my full, round breasts and Andre’s hands found those spots where the backs of my thighs joined my buttocks, his thumbs pointing inward and pulling me open, as he deeply, calmly said, “I’m about to change your life, Gabi.”
He held me open as the head of his thick, brown cock hovered at my entrance, as if he instinctively knew I’d never had a black man inside me, as if he wanted to give me a moment to ponder what he was about to do to me.
And then, it happened.
With one vicious thrust, Andre filled me, his pelvis crashing hard into my white ass as my warm, slick womb engulfed every last inch of him, his cock’s crown stabbing my cervix. I’d never felt so full, and my scalp began to tingle beyond the voda’s effect as his hands slipped to my hips, grabbing them firmly as he began to slide in and out, my lips emitting intermittent moans as he began to use my body for his pleasure.
The tickle from my crotch was overwhelming, resonating through me from head to toe as he flowed back and forth, my slit dripping its nectar down the back of the couch I was bent over with the longest, thickest cock I’d ever taken making itself at home inside me after having gone so many months without.
As Andre pounded me again and again, my guilt gave way to raw, primal lust. No man had ever robbed me of control and used me this way, and I found myself savoring the moment, as if falling into a trance.
“Fuck the shit out of me!” I growled, the words escaping me before I’d even realized it.
“All … weekend … long,” he calmly replied, hammering me all the harder.
My feet lifted from the floor, my legs drawing up as Andre’s prick filled me again and again, my weight teetering on the couch’s back, my head spinning as I wondered whether he was serious, whether I’d spend the weekend with him between my legs, digging myself an even deeper hole before the new work week began.
As my body rocked atop the sofa, Andre’s hand slammed against my ass again and a shriek passed through my lips, his cock likely the only thing from keeping me from falling over.
My sense of time was lost as Andre impaled me unmercifully, seemingly thousands of times, to the point that my snatch ached and convulsed as it never had before, only a brief glance at the clock bringing me to the realization that it was after 3.
He groaned as his rod began to twitch violently, deep inside me.
Andre didn’t withdraw immediately, holding himself in me long enough that his prick began to soften. When he finally slid out, my legs uncurled and my feet again touched the floor, and his jizz began to run down my inner thighs.
He guided me around to face him again and I looked up at his ebony face, blushing deep red as I muttered, “All weekend long?”
“Yes,” he said confidently as he nodded, “As I said, I’m going to change your life.”
Andre grabbed my hand and led me down the hall to his bedroom, and I nuzzled against him as we drifted to sleep, my mind filled with hazy images of what the rest of the weekend might hold.

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Officer Bradley

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Summer Camp Surprise

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The Pregnant Coworker

Being a software consultant requires much traveling. Every six months to a year you are placed a new assignment with new coworkers. This new assignment was no different. I had landed a development role on a large software roll out project in Jacksonville Florida. Since I had just bought a house in Atlanta I requested that I work Monday through Thursday and flew home every weekend. The company I was working for had contracted to 5 other developers as well, 3 men and 2 women, all of which traveled back and forth between home and Jacksonville as I did.
The guys were laid back and I enjoyed hanging out with them each evening. One of the women was a bitch and I really did not associate with her unless I absolutely had to. The other one was nice and quite attractive. Patti was her name; around 5’4” tall, roughly 130lbs, large D cup breast, and fiery red hair. She had a quick wit and fun loving attitude. She fit in well with the group and was usually the first to suggest meeting at the bar. One little problem existed though, she was married and very devoted.
I put my lust aside and enjoyed her company and the sexy outfits she always wore. After a couple of months on the project I noticed Patti started putting on a little weight. I knew better to say anything. I had also noticed that she spent less time with us at the bar and when she did she never drank any alcohol. After a couple weeks she let everyone know she was pregnant. This was her first child and she was so happy.
As the months passed by Patti crew larger and larger. She was still a knockout though and to my amazement even sexier. I had never been around any pregnant women for any length of period before, so I never noticed how sexier they truly are. Yes her abdomen had grown, but so had her breasts and hips. She had a glow about her that sucked all my attention in. I found myself fantasizing about her, it got so bad at times I would have to excuse myself and go to the restroom to jack off.
I made every attempt I could to work on things that she would be, when she did not feel like hanging out in the bar I would sit with her poolside and talk the evening through. It was during one of these poolside talks that she started to cry. I asked her what was wrong and she just said it was her hormones out of whack that she would be ok in a minute. Well that minute never came; I continued to press as to what was bothering her.
Finally she looked up at me and asked “Steve, do you think I am fat and ugly?”
I was stunned for a brief moment; I was not expecting her to ask something like that so bluntly. I quickly regained myself and answered “Patti, you are gorgeous. Why would you ever think different of yourself?”
She grinned at me, still crying, and said “You are just saying that, I have gotten so fat.”
I quickly stopped her and said with all sincerity “Patti you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever known. Yes you have changed with the pregnancy, but trust me you are still beautiful and to be honest I think even more so than before.”
She looked into my eyes and saw that I was being honest. Her tears slowly stopped and then she hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and said “You are so nice, thank you so much. I needed that compliment, I am sorry.”
“Why apologize?” I asked
“Oh my emotions are getting the best of me, my husband complains all the time about it. He says I am always complaining that he does not pay attention to me.” Patti explained.
I asked “Well if he does not pay attention to you he is a fool. You should be showered with attention all day long.”
“You are so sweet, again thanks.” Patti again said, but this time she looked away as if to hide her frustration.
I pressed and asked again what is wrong, I told her I was a good listener and would not betray her confidence. She turned and started telling me how her husband had been upset when she found out she was pregnant. Since then he has ignored her and all but refused to have sex with her. She could tell her body did not turn him on, because he never wanted to see her naked. I listened to her vent for about 2 hours. She would cry awhile and then get mad for awhile.
At the end she looked exhausted. I told her she needed to get a good night’s rest and that I would be there for her to talk to anytime. I told she was a beautiful woman and her husband should be ashamed of the way he was acting. I told her if she was my wife I would be bathing her in attention.
She hugged and kissed me once again and left to head to her room. The next day we all left for the weekend and I did not get to talk to Patti in too much detail. She seemed to be in a fair mood, so I left it alone.
Throughout the weekend I could not get the image of her out of my mind. She slowly became all I could think about. I could not fathom how her husband would not have sex with her, I would have given everything I owned to have her in my bed. I could not wait for Monday morning to arrive.
I arrived Monday and to my dismay Patti had called in for that week, I figured she was having pregnancy problems and left it at that. I still thought of her all week long, making me long to see her. That next Monday I was ecstatic to see Patti walk through the door.
I noticed immediately Patti was not the same. She was withdrawn, reserved, and quite. I figured I would not press her and give her some space. Midway through the day Patti stopped by my cube and asked if we could talk that evening, quickly I agreed. I wanted to spend anytime I could with her, even if I had to be a psychologist.
The work day ended and I met Patti poolside. She immediately ran to me, threw herself into my arms, and started to cry. I held her tight, both worried for her and enjoying the feeling of holding her in my arms. After a few minutes she regained control and sat down.
I asked what happened to create such anguish. She replied “My husband is cheating on me. I got home last week and found a pair of panties in our bed. I confronted him about it and he admitted he had met someone else, someone not pregnant.”
I was floored. How could anyone in their right mind cheat on such a beautiful woman? I took her in my arms once again and apologized for her pain. I rocked her gently allowing her to dump her sorrow into my chest. I could not believe what I had heard. How could anyone cheat on her, she was so loving and devoted.
Over the next couple of weeks I would sit with Patti each evening, our talks seemed to help her out. During one of our conversations I suggested she not travel home that weekend, let him wonder what she was doing. She liked the idea of making him wonder, but not about sitting alone in a hotel room all weekend. At home she had her friends to keep her company. I told her I could stay as well. She thought about it for a minute and asked if I did not mind. Hell why would I?
We made plans to site see, dinner plans, and to watch a movie or two. I meet her downstairs early Friday morning and off we set. We spent the morning at the beach and ended up that afternoon in St Augustine. We walked from shop to shop, I became her pack mule as she bought something from every store and I had to carry it.
It was the first time in weeks I had seen her smile, laugh, and truly enjoy herself. On the way back to the hotel she asked if we could forgo the movie we had planned and just grab dinner at the hotel, she said she was tired and need to get comfortable. I said her wish was my command.
I carried everything to her room for her. I had never been in her room and felt a little uneasy about being there at that moment; I did not want to make her feel threatened at all. When I placed everything on the bed I turned and she looked as comfortable with me there as could be. I asked her what time she wanted to have dinner. We agreed 6pm would be good.
I turned to leave, but Pattie stopped me. She put her arms around my neck and hugged me close as she had before, but this time she did not release me as soon. She held on for a few seconds more, I did not care, hell I actually enjoyed the extra time. As we separated she leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips. I instinctively kissed her back. I must say lights went off in my head. I opened my eyes and she was smiling at me.
She said with a sly grin on her face, “Thanks for a wonderful day. I have not had that much fun in a long time. I am going to get a shower and will see you down stairs.”
I smiled back and left. As I walked to my room I noticed the massive hard-on I was sporting. I stopped, had she noticed it when she kissed me? I turned bright red and quickly raced to my room. I was so turned on by her kiss, my cock was raging hard. I had to get some release. As I jerked off I envisioned Patti naked begging me to have sex with her, I literally cummed all over the place.
After regaining some control over my libido and lust I took a shower and headed to the hotel restaurant. I looked around for Patti, but she had not arrived yet. I picked a corner booth, so we would have a little privacy during dinner. I had just ordered a drink when she appeared in the doorway.
She was wearing a little blue sun dress she had purchased in St Augustine. She looked absolutely stunning. I waved to her and she made her way to the booth. As she sat down I noticed she was not wearing a bra and her nipples where very erect and visible. I could not get my eyes off of them and as usual got busted.
Patti laughed, pushed her nipples, and said, “I know they are sticking out, I’m sorry. A bra looked stupid under this dress and they keep it so cold in this hotel. I did not think they would react this bad though.”
I laughed with her and said, “Oh I do not mind, I am a typical man.”
Patti quickly said, “No Steve you are not a typical man and that is why I like you so much. “
I let the topic die with that. She was comfortable and I did not want to do anything to change that. We ate a quite dinner and once again found ourselves poolside. We usually sat in separate loungers, but this night Patti wanted to sit in one of the double loungers. I was ecstatic. I laid down first and got myself situated, this way she could lie down and not be bothered by me.
When she got in the lounger she rolled on her side and propped her belly and full breasts on my midsection, threw her leg up over my thighs, and laid her head on my chest. She looked up and asked if I minded and told me it was so comfortable to lay like this for her. I was not going to protest at all, the only problem was that her leg was resting extremely close to my stirring cock. I was scared to death she would feel it getting hard.
The wind blew slightly and she snuggled even closer to me, this moved her leg over my cock which jumped at the touch. I just knew she was going to feel how hard it was getting and freak. Here she was in need of a friend and I was sporting a major woody. To my surprise she said nothing, but her leg did not move. There was no way she could not feel my hard cock, I felt it pressing against her leg.
I was lost in my terror when Patti asked me a question, “Steve, do you have a girlfriend?”
I was at a loss at first, I could not think of what to say. I blurted out a quick, “No”
“No one of interest?” she asked.
“Well not really, I mean there are a few that I would like to get to know but things stand in the way” How could I tell her that she was all I thought about?
“Well you are a really nice guy and you should not let things stand in your way, if you want her let her know it. The lady will be very fortunate to have you.” Patti said looking deep into my eyes.
I reached up and brushed some hair from her face. She pressed her face into my hand and closed her eyes. Her action intrigued me, could she want my touch? I moved my hand down her face to her neck and onto her shoulder. Patti let out a slight moan and unconsciously opened her neck and shoulder to my advance.
I continued moving my hand down her arm and onto her waist. At this point I was at a crossroads, do I proceed to her hips and possibly cross a line or stop here. My mind was racing with indecision, as I pondered my next move Patti made it for me. I felt her soft hand take mine and move it slowly onto her hip, to which she raised.
I rubbed up and down her hip a few strokes and was consumed at this point. I had to feel her lovely ass. I slowly moved my hand back to her ass and was rewarded with a moan as she pushed her ass up higher. My cock filled with blood and at this point was erect like never before. I had forgotten about it until that moment and knew that Patti had to be fully aware of it as well. I looked down just as she moved her leg off of my hard cock and slowly slid her hand over it.
I could not help myself as I moaned and thrust my hips up, driving my hard cock into her hand. She tightened her grip around it and started to stroke it through my pants. I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead; Patti quickly raised her face and pressed her lips into mine. Our tongues were engaged in a dance, one trying to control the other.
After making out for a good five minutes Patti pulled back and asked if I could spend the night with her. I thanked the heavens above for blessing me with such a gift and quickly responded yes. With that she slowly made her way off the lounger, she said she was getting cold and would rather be in a warm bed. I followed her to her room.
Once inside she excused herself as she went to the bathroom. I sat in a chair next to the bed, I did not want to be like an over anxious pervert and be on the bed when she returned. When she came out she had removed the sun dress and had a robe on instead. As she approached me she asked if I was sure I wanted to spend the night.
I grinned and said, “Patti, I have dreamed of spending the night with you so many times. I am yours.”
With that she closed the gap between us and dropped her robe. My mind had not done justice to her beauty; her breasts where large and full with dark brown puffy areolas and hard nipples. Her belly was round and sexy the way it rested. Her pussy was shaved bald, except a little red strip of sparse hair.
She reached her hand out to mine and pulled slightly so I would get up. Once up she kissed me fully again on the lips. She pulled my shirt over my head and quickly undid my belt and zipper. It was as if she was possessed. She tore down my pants and boxers and I quickly stepped out of them. Her eyes became fixated on my hard cock. She reached down and cupped my balls in one hand and grasped my shaft in the other.
She stood there for a few moments like a child with a new toy; she did not know what she wanted to do with it first. I slowly moved toward the bed and pulled down the covers. I gently laid her in the bed and circled to the other side. She pulled the covers down so I could enter. The look in her eyes was that of pure lust. This beautiful woman’s desires and sexual needs had been ignored for way to long. You could feel the desire coming from her.
I lowered myself into the bed and moved slightly over her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips into mine. As we kissed I let my hand roam her naked body. Her full heavy breasts, down her lovely belly, and onto her love mound. As I pressed forward I felt her wetness. Her pussy lips were wide open and soaked in anticipation of pleasure.
As my fingers explored her sexual warmth she pressed her lips further into mine and moaned deeply. The feeling traveled straight to my hard cock, which was pressed deep into Patti’s thigh and hip. I slowly started to press it hard into her, making her press back letting me know just how much she wanted it inside of her.
I pulled my face from hers and told her to lie back and relax. I wanted her to enjoy this and not have to worry about doing a thing. She smiled the most genuine smile I had ever seen in my life and laid back. I kissed my lips down her neck, nibbling slightly. She bucked upward with each nibble. I reached up and cupped her left breast and lowered my lips to its nipple. As I engulfed her breast into my mouth she raised her chest to meet me. I gently nuzzled and sucked her breast. As I did so I felt a warm sweet liquid squirt into my mouth. I had not expected her breasts to be producing milk yet, but was pleasantly surprised to find they were.
The sensations from her breast had traveled to her pussy, as she was constantly bucking up and down as I milked her with my mouth. I rose up and took the right one in my mouth and emptied it as well. I looked into her eyes and saw a woman in full lust before me. The look on her face was screaming for me to please her, she totally belonged to me at that moment.
I kissed quickly on the lips and moved between her legs. I took my time as so not to hurt her. Once she had situated herself I lowered myself down the bed until my face was level with her swollen and wet love canal. I felt her hand brushing the top of my head, attempting to guide it to her most sensitive region. I moved forward and kissed the lips of her pussy. She jolted from the contact and took a deep heavy breath. I slowly began to flick my tongue around her juicy pussy, opening it completely exposing her heavenly hole and swollen clit.
I took my tongue and started to lick up from her hole to her clit, circle the clit and work my way back down to her hole again. While doing this Patti started to move her hips in the same rhythm I licked her pussy, pushing my head farther into her. After about 5 minutes her quite moans had turned loader and her moving hips had started to buck my face wildly. I knew she was close to exploding her first orgasm in god knows how long.
I slowly moved so I could touch her pussy as I licked it. I circled the hole with my index finger, getting it nice and wet with her juices. I moved my mouth over her clit and applied slight suction to it, she immediately rose up and moaned and I pushed my index finger gently into her hot tight pussy. I could not believe the warmth and how tight she was. Her pussy immediately started to squeeze and suck on my finger.
She began to pat me on the back of my head as she was bucking into my face. She started repeatedly saying “Oh god yes, Oh god it feels so good.” My finger by this time was at max depth and her clit felt as if it was going to explode.
After just a few seconds Patti pushed the back of my head forcefully into her clit and pressed up screaming “I’m Cummmmmmmmmming” over and over. Wave after wave of orgasms hit her. Her legs started to shake and her pussy was pulsating on my finger. She was trapped in an orgasmic wave for about 30 seconds. I removed my mouth from her clit, giving her some relief and allowing her to calm down.
I slowly removed my finger, rolled out from between her legs, and moved up in the bed. I asked her if she was alright, she quickly rolled toward me and said she had not felt this good in years. She laid her head on my chest, still breathing heavily. As she rested she took my extremely hard cock in her hand once again. The feeling was awesome. She slowly started to stroke it, causing me to buck slightly.
She looked up at me and told me it was my turn now and moved up on her hands and knees. She slowly kissed her way down my chest and stomach, the whole time never loosening her grip on my cock. Once down to my cock she rose up and looked at it up close, her warm breath teasing it. Without any coaxing she leaned forward and engulfed about half of my cock in her mouth. My cock is not the longest in the world, about 7 ½” erect, but is wide and thick.
She slowly started to work her mouth up and down on what she had in there. As she would go down on it she would work a little more into her mouth. After about 4 or 5 strokes I felt her lips wrap around the base of my shaft. She held it there, just inside her throat, and rocked her head back and forth while her tongue worked up and down and all around my shaft. The sensation was unbelievable, in all my years I had never felt a blow job this tremendous.
I was in sexual bless. I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensations Patti was providing me. Without knowing it I placed my hand on top of her head, I was about to explode and I guess she sensed it as she increased her rhythm of fucking me with her mouth. I told her I was about to cum and she looked at me her eyes saying it all. She wanted to feel me cum in her throat and mouth.
I could hold back no longer, I pushed upward to meet her rhythm. She never took her eyes off of me as felt my cum enter the shaft of my cock and work its way upward. I grabbed a handful of her luscious red hair and pressed upward shooting what felt like a gallon of cum down her throat. I felt her throat swallow as she was trying to keep up. She pulled back slightly just as the second blast started and I filled her mouth full.
She continued to swallow not losing a drop and never pulling my cock from her mouth. She continued to suck it even as it started to go limp. Once it had stopped pulsing she let it go and moved back up and laid her head on my chest yet again. I was still trying to catch my breath as she giggled at me and asked if I enjoyed myself. I told her it was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my life. She grinned and said I had not felt anything yet.
I discovered Patti was a sexual dynamo. She loved sex and had been cut off once her husband had found out she was pregnant. I asked “How long had it been since a he had had sex with her?”
“I am 6 ½ months pregnant so it has been at least 5 or more months” Patti said in a discussed tone.
“What the hell is wrong with him? If you were my wife you would never get any rest.” I said as I rolled her over and kissed her.
For the next few minutes we laughed about how stupid her husband was, we kissed, we caught our breath. Patti reached down and grasped my cock once again; she looked up at me and asked if I was going to give her pussy some of it. I do not know if it was the way she asked me or the way she was stroking my cock, but it came right to life. I had never been able to recover that fast before.
The look on Patti’s face showed how surprised and anxious she was about it. The look in her eyes fueled the fire in my cock; I could not wait to slide it in her hot pussy. She must have been thinking the same thing as she stared to pull on me to get between her legs. As I did so she started to move her hips in anticipation.
Since she had never let go of my cock as I moved over I let her line it up with her pussy. I pushed forward and felt the head push into her opening. Patti removed her hand and put both of them behind her head. I moved up slightly so I could get more leverage and put her legs so they rested on my chest and shoulders. I thrust forward, slowly sliding my cock into her moist tight hole. The feeling was indescribable, so hot, so tight, every sensory in my cock was being energized.
I pushed until my full length was engulfed in her warm pussy. I pulled her legs forward and thrust my cock in and out of her in a slow deep rhythm. With each thrust Patti would let out a deep erotic sigh. Her pussy sucked and milked my hard cock as it pushed in and out of her. We both were caught up in the sensations we were providing each other.
Patti started to plead “Fuck me Steve, oh god fuck me harder. “
I increased my pace and force I was applying. Patti’s response was immediate, her eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy gripped me even harder. The feeling was so intense; I had never felt anything grasp my cock so tight.
Patti was grunting and moaning by this time, repeated yelling YES. She had lowered her arms and had hold of my waste pulling me into her and controlling the tempo. All of sudden her eyes widened and she started to pull me into her with all her might she repeated yelled for me fuck her.
I started to drive it harder into her, but still held back as I did not want to hurt her, but the motion was enough. She erupted in a shower of orgasms, her pussy sprayed cum everywhere. Her body began to spasm and shake, she continued to groan, grunt, and moan as loudly as she could. The site was more than I could withstand.
She knew I was close and started to beg for me to cum in her. She reached up and took me by the face and begged “Fuck me baby, that’s it fuck me deep. Cum in my pussy baby, I want to feel your hot cum all inside me.”
I could not hold back any longer. With one last push I exploded into the back of Patti’s hot pregnant pussy. Wave after wave of cum spewed from my cock. I was completely lost in my orgasm. I was shaking as I feel back and to the side, trying to catch my breath. Patti rolled over and started kissing all over me, telling me she had never felt a man cum so hard for so long. Through my deep breathes I told her it was because of her and how great she is.
We both took our time to recover holding each other close. Patti started to cry as her head lay on my chest. I rose up and asked what was wrong. She told me “I have never felt anyone so in tune with me before. You seem to know what I need, when I need it, and give it to me exactly on queue. I do not want to scare you but I could easily fall in love with you. Actually I was already starting to and after what I just experienced I feel I will completely.”
She lowered her head, obviously not wanting to see if I was freaking out over her bold statement. I reached down and lifted her head. Her eyes were full of tears and hope, hope that she would hear what she so longed to from me.
I smiled at her and replied “Patti I have been in love with you since the first day I saw you. I want you to be a part of my life; I want you to be my lover for life.”
Patti started to glow. We spent the weekend enjoying each other’s company in and out of the bedroom. We have been together ever since. She gave birth to a beautiful little girl and later a little boy and another beautiful girl. I enjoyed those months of pregnancy sex just as much if not more than when she was not.

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HIGH SCHOOL REUNION – TAKE SIX: THE OLDER TEACHER

This is the sixth of seven parallel and related stories; they work best if read in sequence. Chapters 4, 5 and 6 are considerably longer than the others in the series. To find the other chapters, follow the author link above. These stories are fiction, and all places and characters are invented.