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CLARA

CLARA
She was the mother of the lady who married my uncle. I didn’t know her well, but she was always friendly and affable whenever I encountered her. Her husband had died several years earlier and she had to manage by herself. One day, I went over to her house to do some work around the yard and garage. Some time around the middle of the day, she invited me into the house for a break and a cool drink.
We sat in her kitchen, she on one part of the breakfast nook and I on the other part. She was wearing a simple house dress with a zipper in the middle, keeping the dress closed. She was probably in her early fifties, with brown hair, a smooth unlined face, slim legs and very large breasts. I could tell from the outline of her breasts against her dress, that she had big nipples like erasers. She started talking about her nephew, what a nice young man he was and how he would share secrets with her. I asked, “What kind of secrets.”
She replied, “Oh, about girls and what he does with them.”
I asked her to tell me what her nephew had said about his relationships with girls. She said, “Well, he likes to get them alone, then tell them how pretty they are; how much he enjoys their company and how he likes being with them. After a while, he tries to kiss them…” She paused.
I said, “Go on, what does he do then?”
She said, “He starts petting, you know, putting his hands on their arms, legs and some other places.
I said, “What other places?”
She paused again and said, “Well, I don’t want you to think that I’m a nasty woman by talking dirty.”
By this time, I could feel a certain kind of excitement run through me and I could also feel my penis starting to get hard. I said, “Oh, Clara, I know you are a decent woman and I would never think less of you for talking about these things. Besides, I would enjoy talking about things like this with such an attractive woman like you.”
With this, she brightened up and smiled. She said, “Well, alright, I find it kind of fascinating myself.”
Then she said, “My nephew likes to touch the girls up here,” pointing to her own giant breasts. Her nipples were now quite pronounced against the dress material. “He strokes them and concentrates on their nipples, while he’s kissing them. After a while, he moves down the body and caresses their thighs. All the time, he’s talking to them, telling them how pretty they are, how good they make him feel, and so on.”
By this time, I was really excited. My penis had become completely erect. It was so hard, it was tenting out my trousers to the right of the fly. I could see Clara taking furtive glances at it. I tried to conceal it by changing position on the seat, but that only made it more obvious. I felt embarrassed and told Clara I was sorry about my “condition”.
She smiled and said, “Oh, don’t you fret, young men are always getting …boners or … hardons… and what with the subject we have been discussing, it would be perfectly natural. “My nephew says that sooner or later, while he is with a girl, he gets a big boner that makes his pants stick out just like your …thing is doing to your pants.
With my breath coming faster, I said, “What does he do then?” She said, “After a while, he tries to take off their blouse and play with their …boobs through their brassiere. If they don’t mind, in a few minutes, he unfastens their brassieres and exposes their bare boobies. He says, he loves to caress them and kiss the nipples. Kissing the nipples makes them stand up nice and big.”
By this time, I was tremendously aroused. My prick was as hard as a rock and I made no effort to conceal it. In fact, I sat so it was sticking out as far as I could make it. She was now looking at it directly and smiling broadly.
She said, “My, you sure have a big one, don’t you.”
I said, “Well, I’m not the only person with something big. You sure have big, beautiful… tits!, I hope you don’t mind that word. In fact, I have never seen a woman with such big luscious breasts.”
She arched her back and looked down at them rather coyly. She said, “When I was young and they started to grow, I saw them as a problem, because boys were always kidding me about them, trying to feel them and grab them. When I started to date, boys would want to feel them, take them out of my blouse, kiss them and become very excited.”
Grinning rather sheepishly, she said, “When I was about 15, I was with one young man, who I let fondle them on the outside of my blouse. I didn’t notice, but he had gotten an enormous hardon. While he running his one hand over my boobs, he had undone his fly with the other hand and taken out his penis. I didn’t notice anything until all of a sudden, he started breathing hard and to my surprise, his penis started squirting white creme all over my dress and blouse. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy have a climax and I was embarrassed to death.”
“At first, it bothered me, then as time went by, I began to see the positive side of having such big boobs and I started to enjoy the attention they brought me from men. I know I’m not a raving beauty, but having such big boobs helped bring me my share of dates and a husband.”
I said, “Well, they are certainly beautifully formed. Please don’t be offended, but I have to tell you that your gorgeous tits are what’s going to be in my mind the next time that I… beat off.” She said, “What do you mean, “beat off?”
I replied, “You know, jack off, play with myself, …masturbate. You have been married, have children, I’m sure you’ve seen a man masturbate.”
She smiled and said, “You know, I’m from the hill country, the Bible belt. I was brought up in a very prudish setting. I was a virgin when I got married and we didn’t screw until the lights were out. When my husband wanted sex, he just turned out the light, asked me to get on my back and then stuck his cock in me. Then he moved back and forth until he finished, and then rolled over and went to sleep. I seldom saw his penis.
“Or prick”, I interjected,
“Much less see him play with it or stroke it.”
At this point, I got an idea that was so daring, I hesitated to bring it up for fear she would just throw me out of the house, but my rigid, throbbing prick impelled me to go forward. I said, “You know, our talk has got me very sexually excited. I really want to masturbate! I was thinking that as soon as I left here, I was going to go some place where I could take out my cock and jack it off until I shot a load of jizz.”
“If you wouldn’t think I was a terrible person and if you wouldn’t tell a soul, I would do it right here, in front of you, so I could relieve the pressure in my prick and my balls, and… you could see how a man jacks off. It would have to be our secret, however.”
She gave me kind of a funny look and sideways smile, but said, “You naughty boy, would you really do that for me and not tell a soul?”
“Absolutely, I replied”.
She kind of giggled, hesitated, but finally said, “Well, O.K., but you’re sworn to secrecy.” I nodded my agreement. She said, “You can’t do it here in the kitchen, because of all the windows. Let’s go in the bathroom.” We got up and went into the bathroom, which was the next room.
I felt funny walking behind her with an enormous erection tenting out my pants, but I was very excited, anticipating what was going happen next.
We went into the bathroom. It was quite large in the style of the nineteen twenties and contained a washbasin, bathtub and toilet. There was a stool in one corner next to the tub. I undid my belt and dropped my pants. I turned toward her as I tugged down my jockey shorts and out popped my prick, hard and red, with the head almost purple.
She looked at it and said, “Oh what a big one, my husband’s was not near that thick.” She started to put out her hand to touch it and then jerked away, like it was a hot stove.
I smiled and said, “Clara, it’s okay, go ahead and touch it, in fact, I would like you to touch it.” She put out her hand and very gently grasped the shaft of my phallus, moving her hand up and down, increasing and decreasing her strength of her grip.
“My”, she said, “It’s much harder than I thought it would be and so warm.” She then reached down and cupped my balls and fondled them with care. She said, “You have a big, what is it called?” I said, “Scrotum, nut sac, …”
Suddenly, she took her hand away and said, “Listen, young man, we came in here so you could relieve some pressure in your penis and your balls. I didn’t anticipate touching each other like this.” I nodded in agreement and started to go over to the toilet. Toilets had been a favorite jacking off place for me many times in the past.
Then I stopped and asked, “Do you have any Vaseline? I usually lubricate my penis with it, when I jack off.” She went to a drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline and handed it to me. I opened it, put a quantity of it on my right forefinger and lubricated my protruding phallus with it. I then sat down on the toilet, grasped my penis with my right hand and started stroking it vigorously. She took a seat on the stool about 4 or 5 feet away and watched intently as I masturbated.
I sat with my legs spread wide apart, buttocks positioned on the front of the toilet, and leaning back, so she could have the best view of me stroking my hard prick. While I was terrifically excited, I was not going to blow my nuts any sooner than I had to, because I wanted to make it last as long as possible. As I masturbated, I varied my strokes and sometimes the position of my hands, occasionally turning my right hand so my thumb was closest to my body; sometimes just holding the base of my penis with my left hand and pulling on the glans with the thumb and first three fingers of my right hand; sometimes just slapping my penis with my hand to show how hard and red it was, but always returning to the “journeyman” thumb out stroking position.
She seemed to have trouble seeing in enough detail, because she started bending her head forward and squinting. So I said, “Clara, bring your stool closer, so you can get a better view of me masturbating.” I stopped beating my meat.
She stood up, picked up her stool, came over and sat down in front of me with about six inches separating our knees. I resumed stroking my prick. She peered intently at my right hand pistoning up and down my rigid, lubricated phallus.
I had started stroking my hard slippery prick fairly slowly, making long strokes from my scrotum thru the purplish, engorged head of my penis, but now I was having so much pleasure, I was beating off as fast as I could make my hand fly up and down my hard greased prick.
“Oh Clara,” I groaned. “I am really enjoying masturbating in front of a sexy looking woman like you. When I come I know I’m going to shoot a big load of …jizz!
She said, “You mean you’ll you shoot a lot of white …creme when you have a climax?”
I replied, “Yes, and it’s called jizz or jizm, but I’m not quite ready to come yet. I’m enjoying myself too much.”
She said, “I’m enjoying watching you. Your penis is so hard, it’s almost purple at the end. It obviously gives you great pleasure to jack off. It’s also giving me feelings I’ve never had before. Look at how hard my nipples have gotten.” She glanced down at her tits then. I could see the nipples pooching out her dress in both places and I got another idea…
I said, “Clara, while I’m masturbating, it would really enhance my pleasure, if you would, er ah, show me your…tits, or at least part of them.”
She rather coyly smiled and said, “Well, I guess it would be o.k. at this stage.” She then slowly pulled down the zipper holding her dress together, for about six inches, revealing a white lace brassiere exposing a long cleavage and the large white expanse of her big mammary glands.
I gasped and said, “My God, they’re huge!” She pulled the zipper down further and slowly exposed both breasts to me. She pulled her brassiere down in front under her tits. They were shaped like cannon shells with the nipples protruding like big pencil erasers. The nipples must have been at least an inch long and a half inch wide. The areolas were a couple of inches in diameter and dark purple in color with a network of faint blue veins going toward the nipples. She took her hands and hefted them up to me. I reached out with my left hand and touched one. It was silky smooth and soft. She let me run my hand over the nipples and tweak them. It was thrilling. My right hand was still pistoning up and down my hard cock all the while.
She said, “Are you getting close to a climax?”
“Yes, I am,” I said in a breathy voice.
“Will your… jizz shoot out from your penis any distance?”
“Yes, it will,” I said, in a breathy voice.
“How far?”
“Several feet.”
“Oh my, will it just be one stream, or more?”
“It’ll be several spurts, because I’m so sexually excited and I haven’t ejaculated for several days.”
She said, “Let me get a towel for my lap. I would love to have you shoot your … jizz on my boobs, but I don’t want to get any on my dress.” She then stood up, walked over to a towel rack, took one, came back and sat on the stool again. She then put the towel over her lap to catch any jizm spurts. I loved the way her big bare tits jiggled when she walked. She had to hold her dress up with one hand, so it didn’t fall down and expose the rest of her body to me. She watched me intently as I continued to vigorously masturbate. Her face was now flushed and there was a fine film of perspiration on her neck and upper chest.
I said, “Clara, I’m curious about something. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’d like to know if your pussy is wet or a little moist…”
She blushed and replied,”Well, I will tell you that I am very juicy in between my legs. It feels real good there and,… in my boobs. At first, I just thought I wouldn’t show you any more than my boobs and my nipples, but I have to confess that our talk and watching you has really gotten me, as they used to say, hot & bothered. I’m feeling so itchy and wet between my legs right now I really want to touch myself.”.
Well, Clara, I won’t think you’re a bad woman if you lift your dress and relieve yourself.”
She looked at me, smiled just a little and said, “If it’s our secret and you wouldn’t be embarrassed then I’ll show you my…pussy.” With that she lifted her bottom off the stool, spread her legs apart and pulled up her dress to her waist. To my surprise, she was not wearing any panties or hose. She sat back down on the stool with her legs spread and her pussy completely exposed.
Her pussy was surrounded with thick brown pubic hair down onto her legs and tapering up to her naval. Her outer labia were swollen and red. Her inner labia were a bright carmine. There was a clear fluid seeping out of her cunt.
She reached down with her right hand and started a light caressing action over the upper part of her pussy, then rubbing up and down her outer labia. She moaned softly and said, “Oh, it feels so good!”Then with her left hand she started fondling her big, beautiful breasts and every now and then tweaking her hard nipples.
She moaned softly as she lightly rubbed up and down on her vulva and said, “Oh, I haven’t been this sexually exited in years.”
I said, “You mean when you were married?”
She replied, “No, before that. My husband was a good man, but he didn’t know much about sex. When he got a hardon, he just wanted to stick it in me and work it as fast as he could until he shot his jizm. Then he would pull out and go to sleep. I never came while he was fucking me. I had to go into the bathroom and rub myself until I came. It wasn’t nearly as exciting as what you and I are doing right now!
She spread her legs slightly more open and with her left hand pulled up on the area just above her vulva. I could see her clitoris clearly now. It was red and distended. With the middle finger of her right hand, she lightly teased it by stroking it from below; then with her fore finger and middle finger she slowly, gently stroked and squeezed it on both sides from below.
At first, she stared intently at what she was doing, then she looked up at me and grinned. “She said, “I’ll bet you’re going to have a big climax. I want to see you shoot your jizz all over my boobs and my nipples.”
I said, ”Clara, I don’t want to come before you do. I want you to have a strong orgasm.”
She replied, “Oh, I know I’m going to have a powerful orgasm, but what will set me off is seeing you shoot a nice big load of jizz. That’ll make me come.”
A few seconds after she said that, I could feel myself start to come. This was going to be a gusher. I groaned, “Oh Clara, I’m going to come!” With that, I lost control and started to shoot thick spurts of jizz. I held my squirting prick so the jizz shot all over her big tits and nipples. It took several seconds for me to complete my ejaculation.
She exclaimed, “Oh my God, I have never seen anything like that. You must have shot a half a cup of jizm. One spurt of jizz had covered her right tit and was dripping off the nipple. There were two or three white tracks of semen on her left tit and several on the towel.
She now applied more pressure with her right hand and rapidly stroked her entire vulva with broad movements up and down, rubbing her labia, the entrance to her cunt and her clitoris. With her left hand, she was vigorously pinching both of her nipples.
Suddenly, she said, “Oh, I’m going to come…right now!’ With that she closed her eyes, audibly exhaled and brought her legs together on her hand. She stayed that way for several seconds, then brought her head up, inhaled, smiled and said, “That was wonderful! I haven’t had an orgasm like that in years!”
I replied, “Mine was as strong as I can remember.”
She then proceeded to wipe her vulva with tissues and cleaned her breasts off with the towel. She then pulled her brassiere back up over her breasts and zipped up her dress. She stood up and adjusted her clothing. I cleaned my penis with toilet paper and pulled my pants up. We then went back into the kitchen and finished our cold drinks. The ice in our glasses had melted but we didn’t care. Our conversation was quiet. We discussed the fact that neither of us had ever done anything like that before.
I told her, however, that I had enjoyed it immensely. She smiled and said she had also, but it was time to part. As I stood up to go, I said, “Just our secret, right?”
She came over, kissed me sweetly with soft lips, and said, “I’ll never tell a soul.” Then she smiled coyly and said, “By the way, I ‘ve got some more work around here for next week if you’re interested.”
“Am I ever!” I said. “I’ll be back at the same time.”
“Just give me a call before you come over,” she replied.
I walked out of the door and said, “Bye,… and thanks.” She smiled and winked.
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The Green Stone

This was my first story published under a pseudonym about ten years ago. I tend to write longer stories up to novel length

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SIXTY-THREE DAYS OF AUNT JENNY

I’ve never been able to figure out if this is normal or if I was just sexually precocious but I’ve been fascinated with women since a very early age. I don’t mean that I was a 6-year old getting boners but that specific girls and ladies would captivate me. I’d get feelings about them that were different than those I had towards my mom or sister or for most female friends. My enthrallment wasn’t even age specific, I could be attracted to girls my own age, to teenagers or even to ladies my mom’s age. Not knowing what these feelings were I internalized them as being “in love”. At the age of 9 I fell “in love” with Aunt Jenny. My name is George and I want to point out that Aunt Jenny was not an actual relative but an old friend of my mom’s. Calling her “aunt” was done as a sign of respect and indicated a closer bond between our families than with other friends and neighbors.
Aunt Jenny and her family lived in Loganburg, Pennsylvania, which was my Mom’s hometown. I was two when we moved away from PA and began living in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. As a young child, I only knew Aunt Jenny as a voice on the phone and as the sender of gifts at Christmas and birthday time. That changed in 1965 when she, Uncle Don and her boys Ken and Fred drove down to spend a vacation with us. On a hot June day their Ford pulled into our driveway to great excitement. Aunt Jenny got out of the car wearing light blue shorts, a white blouse and sandals. Her hair was brown and shoulder length. Even into my adult life I’ve never been a big fan of make up, but of anybody I’ve ever seen, she pulled it off the best. Particularly the way her lipstick accented her warm, engaging smile. She came over, picked me up, said hello and gave me a big kiss. Her perfume smelled like flowers. My captivation was immediate.
That visit was great. During the course of their visit, my summer was an atypical one. We went to the beach, the movies, the wax museum, an alligator farm and other attractions. I really liked Ken and Fred, but since they were older they were more interested in hanging out with my sister Doreen and her friends. Since her boys were more content in being in Doreen’s circle, Jenny focused a lot of attention towards me. She had a sweet mellifluous voice that both relaxed me and made the back of my neck tingle. I was happy in her presence. When they left for home I thought my heart would break.
For the next few years our families would visit one another, alternating locales. These visits were always the highlight of the summer, if not the entire year. Loganburg was so very different from Lauderdale. The houses were multi-storied and had varied architecture, instead of the ranch styled houses of Lauderdale. Aunt Jenny’s house was particularly impressive to me. It was a large brick home that was the corner lot of Elm Ave & 25th street. It had two porches, an enclosed one on Elm ave and an open one on the street side. They had beds on the enclosed one and that is where us boys slept. The outside porch had the neatest swing and was additionally shaded by 3 large chestnut trees along the street. The streets of Loganburg were very narrow compared to home and I noticed that the people seemed friendlier. I’m sure Ken and Fred would have thought me crazy but I considered Loganburg very exotic. But of course my biggest thrill was being with Aunt Jenny.
By the time 1969 rolled around my being “in love” evolved into being “in lust”. I turned 13 that summer and had discovered jacking off. My buddy Jeff had acquired a stash of skin books from his college-bound brother and he let me have one of them. The coolest part of the deal was that one of the models bore a striking resemblance to Aunt Jenny. Combined with pictures I had of her in a bathing suit my right arm was working overtime. Their visit that year took on an all-new dimension and I feverishly hatched plans to fuel my erotic yearnings. First was a plan to peek at her in the bathroom. I pondered drilling a hole between my room and the bathroom, but I figured that was too dangerous. I also considered placing a small mirror on the awning of our bathroom window, but again that was just a pipe dream.Despite of all my imagination and enthusiasm I was not able to conceive of a workable plan to view her naked. However a plan that did work was almost as audacious those voyeuristic plans. After Aunt Jenny showered, I was able to temporarily “liberate” a pair of her dirty panties from the hamper. They were sexy and soft, with a little pink floral pattern. The smell of her cunt lingered on the crotch and I almost came just from sniffing them.
After they returned home to Loganburg, a situation arose that inspired in me another piece of perverse genius. My pal Jeff was getting paranoid that his folks might find his “library” so he told me that I could have all his magazines. It wasn’t easy but I smuggled 39 porn mags into my room. The next step of my plan was to find and borrow every photo negative we had that contained Aunt Jenny in it. I bicycled outside my neighborhood to a drugstore where I had 3 reprints made of each photo. That summer Mom, Dad and Doreen all worked so my mornings were unsupervised. I combed my magazines for just the right size pictures and I cut Jenny’s head out of the photos and glued them to the nude photos. These revised pics were then pasted into an old LOOK magazine, which served as my special gallery. Ahh, life was good.
1971 turned into a rough year for me. In April mom told me that there would be no visit this year. Her explanation was vague, but allegedly Jenny’s family had too many other things going on to make the trip. I was devastated. It wasn’t too much longer that I discovered the real reason; Jenny and Don were getting a divorce. He’d fallen for another, younger woman and was moving away to California. I felt terrible, mostly because I loved Aunt Jenny and hated for her to be in pain. But part of it was guilt over my sexual feelings for her. That day I destroyed my “Aunt Jenny Gallery”.
1971 was also the year that I started High School. Like every other kid I found the transition awkward and I suffered from the typical adolescent problems of self-doubt, low self-esteem and feeling outcast. Although I would have argued with you at the time, I was a good-looking kid. But my folks sabotaged me with a very strict attitude about long hair, as in NO WAY. Plus I had a poor sense of fashion. As a result I was always uncomfortable with how I looked and felt un-cool. Compound this with my shyness and you have a guy that did not date.
In the spring of 1972 I learned of even more drastic changes. Doreen, who was away at college, informed us that she had an opportunity to spend the summer traveling in Europe and was going to do so. The most upsetting change was that dad had been asked to temporarily head up his company’s office in Seattle through the end of August. I had to choose between moving there with he and mom or to stay at my grandparents in Ft. Lauderdale. I wasn’t exactly thrilled with either choice. But incredibly a third option arose. Mom had been talking with Aunt Jenny and Jenny had suggested that they let me stay with her in Loganburg for the entire summer. Mom had sensed my disappointment last year and thought that maybe my going there might pick up Jenny’s spirits too. This was the best news I could have received!
My folks left me in the care of my grandparents until June 10th, when I boarded a flight to Pittsburgh. Aunt Jenny and her sons met me and after stopping for lunch, made the hour-long trip to Loganburg.
Although I thought Don was a real prick for dumping Jenny, at least he was generous with the divorce settlement. Not only did she keep the house but her alimony was enough to keep her from having to work. Still that big ‘ol house did demand upkeep and I was happy to help carry any of the load that I was able to. Ken & Fred did anything that involved carpentry, so I focused on yardwork and with helping Jenny clean. It’s funny because I used to bitch at home about doing chores. Yet somehow when you do them for somebody else, the endeavors become more palatable.
Both brothers attended the local college campus during the fall & spring. Their summertime was kept pretty active between jobs and an active social calendar. They did make an effort to try and include me sometimes but it was pretty clear that most of my time would be spent with Jenny.
On Friday night Aunt Jenny and I were spending the evening alone. Ken was on a date and Fred was working at the pizza shop. We settled into to living room to watch some TV. I was more interested it watching Jenny. She had her hair back in a ponytail was sporting a yellow print top and white shorts. We were both sitting on the sofa when I heard her going “ouch, ouch”. Her hands were at her left foot trying to work out a cramp. I offered to rub her foot and she accepted. She laid down, put her foot on my lap and I began to massage them. Her nails were polished pink just as they’d been in 65. I should have thought ahead but in my haste to touch her, I hadn’t adjusted my crotch. Now as my cock hardened. it was sloped down at a bad angle and my erection became very noticeable. I had mixed feelings at that moment but lust one out and I just continued working. I looked to see her reaction and she gazed back at me looking as sexy as I’d ever seen her. Staring at me she licked her sensuous lips. It was unspoken but I knew that she wanted my kiss. I stopped the massage and crawled on top of her, her mouth open and ready for mine. We embraced and I felt her soft warm tongue enter my mouth. I’d wondered what french kissing was like and I was not disappointed. My own tongue explored the texture of hers, as well as her lips and teeth. The experience was exquisite. I grew bold and put my hand inside her blouse. Her breasts were of medium size, like a grapefuit. I could feel her nipples hardening and straining against the fabric of her bra. But suddenly we heard the kitchen door open and Jenny sprang up to see who was there. Her exit gave me time to adjust my hard-on. It was Fred at the door. He was coming back from a delivery and stopped to get a cassette tape. I took the opportunity to call out and say I was going to bed. Making sure that I had some kleenex handy, I stripped, got into bed and started to masturbate. Soon I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Jenny stuck her head in the door and said “George wait a minute”. I heard her walk into the bathroom and she returned to my room with a towel, a damp washrag and some hand lotion. Quietly Aunt Jenny directed me to pull down the bed sheet and raise my butt. I did as she said and she spread the towel underneath me. She put some lotion on her hand and wrapped it around my hard, hard cock. Slowly she began stroking it. She positioned her thumb and forefinger so that it offered a little resistance and so that my cock head would sort of pop through on the downstroke. She whispered to me with her lovely soft voice “ Oh George what a big beautiful cock you have. MMmm it’s so nice and hard” I could only imagine that this must be what her cunt felt like. With her other hand she gently massaged my balls. I’d jacked off hundreds of times but it never felt as good as this! This reality was much more erotic than any scenario I’d ever dreamed up. It felt so wonderful but I really needed to cum. I ceased being passive and I began fucking Jenny’s hand. Sensing my urgency she increased her speed and I felt my balls contract. My load shot off like a cannon and actually hit my face. There was a river of sperm all over my chest and stomach. She cleaned me off with the washrag the said “That’s as far as we dare go tonight George.” She kissed me goodnight and bade me to sleep well.
The next morning was Saturday and I awakened early. My mind was racing. Was the previous night simply an anomaly? I went downstairs and found Jenny in the kitchen. My anxiety disappeared as she flashed me a mischievous smile and in a smart-alecty tone asked me “how do you feel this morning?” She came over and gave me a long, intense French kiss. We stopped after hearing footsteps on the stairs and she whispered to me “we have a date tonight”. The sound was coming from both her sons and we all sat down to have breakfast together. During the morning conversation all our evenings were planned out. Fred was working and Ken had plans to go over to his buddy Steve’s house. Jenny mentioned that she and I were going to go shopping. Little did I know her real game plan.
The day was filled with household chores. Normally this work would have made the day breeze by, but I was so filled with anticipation it seemed like the afternoon took forever. Finally 6:30 arrived and Jenny and I headed out. We did go to a department store, just as she had said at breakfast, but she made sure that we were out by 7:30.
It was just getting dusk and she drove to Phillips Park. This was a small wooded park in the middle of a quiet residential neighborhood. Technically it closed at dusk but there were no gates or security to keep people away. She took me by the hand and we made our way to a stand of maple trees. It was away from the path and in the darkness it provided excellent privacy. She had brought a blanket with her which she laid on the ground. Then we lay down on it, embraced and started kissing. Jenny was wearing a scent that smelled like vanilla and to this day that fragrance can arouse me. The night was beautiful clear and warm. I put my hand under her shirt and began to fondle her breasts. She stopped me for a moment, but only so she could remove her bra. Her nipples were hard and were surprisingly long. I gently pinched and rolled them as we kissed. These actions appeared to please her as she gently moaned. My cock seemed harder than it had ever felt before. She undid my belt and the top of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. Then she completely removed her shorts and panties, spread her thighs open and told me to enter her. She guided my cock into her warm, wet cunt and I made my first plunge. Wow….is there anything more intense than the first time you feel your cock surrounded by pussy? The feeling was wonderful, yet actually a little different than I imagined that it would be. I started out slowly, thrusting it inside her as deep as I could and then withdrawing until only my head was in. This felt great but it was easy to go too far and pop out completely. After my third withdrawal I began using shorter strokes. Jenny was bucking along like an animal: it must have been a long while since she’d been fucked. Surprisingly it was Jenny that came first. You’d have thought that since it was my first time, that I’d have gone off in an instant. I realized later on in life that this was mostly because Jenny’s cunt had been stretched from giving birth. Had she have been tighter then I’d have popped like a champagne cork. After a little while I did find a move that provided me with release. I scooted up so that most of the friction occurred on the top of my penis and not the more sensitive underside. It was a unique sensation that I’d never felt by masturbating. Shortly after discovering the move I released what felt like gallons of cum. It was during this first fuck that I discovered a useful quirk of my own physiology; my penis stays hard long after I cum. So I was able to continue to fuck Jenny. Between her moisture and all my semen this was some seriously sloppy fucking, but she managed two more orgasms. We gathered our selves together and then drove home. Neither Fred or Ken there when we arrived. so we settled in on the couch and made out. It was hard to say which of us wanted the other more. At 11:00 we kissed goodnight and I went to bed cherishing the afterglow of loss of virginity. My initial experience had gone a hell of lot better than a lot of other guys.
Fate intervened for us in the form of a lucky coincidence. Jenny’s niece Dianne was going on vacation and she had asked Jenny if she would go over to her apartment twice a day to feed her cat. Dianne lived in an apartment about 2 blocks away and doing Dianne this favor provided us with a comfortable and private sanctuary for our trysts. It afforded us a plausible terrific excuse to get away and we exploited these opportunities to the maximum.
Our first encounter in the apartment was one of the most memorable events of my life. After taking care of Button’s breakfast, we decided that Dianne’s living room floor would make a wonderful setting for our love making. Bathed in the morning light Jenny seductively unbuttoned her blouse end removed her bra. She then kicked off her sandals, peeled off her jeans and removed her panties. She lay down on the thick shag carpet; legs spread open and offered an inviting look. After years of fantasizing it, I was finally seeing Jenny totally nude. I quickly removed all my clothes, got on the floor and crawled to her. I kissed her soft lips and then began kissing her all over. I wanted to see all of her wonderful body up close. It was exactly what you’d have expected for a 42 year old woman: a slight paunch, a bit hippy and a few stretch marks. I guess this would have turned off a lot of guys, but these features delighted me. They belonged to my Aunt Jenny and thus were completely erotic to my sensibilities. I gently rubbed and stroked her using both my hands and tongue; exploring the taste and textures of her smooth, soft skin. I made my may to her feet. Those sexy, painted toes that had captured my attention when I was nine, became the target of my attention. Instinctively I placed the middle three toes of her right foot into my mouth and began sucking on them. This elicited an exquisite moan from her. After a few minutes of attention there, I turned around and made my way between her legs. I was about to achieve another personal goal in tasting a woman’s cunt .Aunt Jenny’s pussy was quite hairy. I brushed the hair aside and parted her outer lips to reveal her inner sex. The fragrance was intoxicating. My foreplay had resulted in a glistening , moist vagina. I inserted my tongue deeply inside her. She provided me with instructions on where and how she liked to be orally caressed. She really enjoyed having me rapidly flick my tongue to the right side of her clit. Direct contact was just a little to intense for her and my tongue was just barely grazing it’s side. She coaxed me to go faster. I looked up with out stopping and was treated to the sight of her twisting her own nipples. “Don’t stop , don’t stop” she bade me. I felt her legs tense up and she began lo loudly groan. Her whole body shuddered in an explosive climax. She commanded me to enter her and I started to fuck her. The preceding activity was almost too much for me and this time her lack of tightness did not hinder me. I came after about ten strokes. I crawled up and we cuddled for a little bit as we caught our breath. She had taken my virginity the night before, but after this session I really did feel like a man.
Over the balance of that week Jenny and I repeated these sessions with a few variations. We fucked in every room of Dianne’s apartment; on the floors, in Dianne’s bed and even on the kitchen table. I wondered if Dianne ever made use of the furniture like we did?
After Dianne returned our opportunities were reduced. But the floodgates of desire had been released and we scouted for any chances that we could. The most reliable venue was the basement laundry room. Jenny kept an old, thick blanket down there which provided a modicum of comfort. Since the boys liked to sleep in, we were able to have a “good-morning” fuck on many occasions. But it was not an ideal situation.
We got a real break in July. Fred and Steve had tickets to see a concert in Pittsburgh. They had cousins in the ‘burgh and it was arranged that the guys we stay the entire weekend with them. This of course gave Jenny and I free reign to the entire house. The show was on Friday night but the guys went up on Thursday night and they were not coming back until Sunday evening. We went to her bed immediately after dinner and during the next 60 hours we had a marathon of sex It was during this weekend that Jenny gave me the only disappointment of our affair. I asked her if she would suck me off, but for whatever reason this was an act that she was uncomfortable with. I had the good sense not to press the issue. Later in life I discoved that blowjobs were my favorite sex act. It’s pity that she distained them because I’m sure she would have made a glorious cocksucker. Instead of a bj she offered me another novelty; a tit fuck. She started by applying lotion to my penis an hand fucking me as she’d done before. When she sensed that I was close, she sandwiched my cock between her breasts and I used them as a makeshift cunt. When I came, I came hard and my semen splashed her face. I stared at her beautiful face, dripping with my seed and she had an incredible wanton look. Wow did this turn me on! She went to wipe her face but I begged her to stop. Instead I laid with my back on the bed and had her mount me from above. Her breasts hung down, swinging as I fucked her fast and hard. All the while I gazed at her cum-painted face. This image was so erotic to me, I stayed hard for almost a hour. It resulted in 3 orgasms for Jenny
On another occaision we got dangerously daring. It was a particularly warm evening so we spend our time on the front porch. Ken was working but Fred was with us. He and Jenny were on the swing and I sat on a chair, my feet propped up on the banister. Fred and I were dressed identically; simply in gym shorts. Jenny had on a black terrycloth outfit consisting of shorts and a matching top. About 9 o’clock Fred got a call from his friend Bill, who wanted him to go to the movies. He invited me along but I passed. Bill picked him up at 9:30 and they went off to the 10:00 show. Jenny asked me to turn off the middle room light and to sit beside her. Once that light was off, the porch was incredibly dark. I sat next to her and we began to kiss I adored the way she used her tongue and the taste of her mouth. She slid her hand into my shorts, under the legband and rubbed my cock and balls. “Mr Happy” was rock hard. She then told me to go, take off my undies, put the shorts back on and meet her on the swing again. When I returned she charged me to sit down and slip my cock out from the legband. She slid her legband as well, having me enter her from behind as she sat on my lap. As we swung back and forth, she controlled the fucking with her hip thrusts. The feeling was exquisite. As we fucked I could hear cars pass by and some folks walking down the street. Jenny was really getting off by the risk of it all. Before long I felt her muscles contract and hear her grunt with an orgasm. I wanted to get my nut off too! So I had her climb off and bend forward over the banister. I reentered her and pumped her violently. My cum was soon running out of her pussy and down her legs
As summer grew to a close the realization that our affair had to end loomed large in our minds. I tried to prepare myself emotionally but when I did go home it was very difficult. Ultimately though, the summer worked out for us. Aunt Jenny’s life took an upturn. She met and fell in love with a guy named Darren, who she married in 1976. I was genuinely happy for her. The pair of them came for a visit that year and it was wonderful to watch her enjoying life again. I had no expectations of any repeat encounters.
Over the years I’ve tried to work out why that summer happened the way that it did. Years later I found out that she had dated my father for a time and wondered of my resemblance to my dad had an influence in her attraction. We were both at our peak sexual years and the whole May-December thing held a lot of erotic appeal. I’m thankful that she gave me the tender education that she did and I have never felt guilty about it.
For myself, that magic summers provided me with many treasures. I gained an inner confidence that I’d lacked before. I used this to get over my shyness and soon started dating. When the time came for intimacy with those young ladies, my “training” paid off. I made damn sure that the gals went away happy. By the time I went to college I had experienced several different partners. I wound up meeting my wife during my sophomore year and she turned out to be my perfect match. Our sex life remains great after 25 years and we remain each other’s best friend.

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My Photogenic Mom Chapter 5

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By the time Susan and Michael had gotten their showers and got his car loaded it was almost 5 PM. They planned to take a leisurely drive to the cabin. The last time they had been to the cabin Michael was not able to drive. He was looking forward to this short trip with Susan. They planned on being at the cabin for two or three days to enjoy the peace and quiet of the woods and nature. On the trip up Susan broached the subject of Harold with Michael. She asked him if he knew about the problems that they had been having. She also told him about her suspicions that Harold had another woman on the side, citing his lack of interest in her and Michael. She also knew about questionable charges on accounts he did not think she knew about. Michael also knew that if it had not been for him they probably would have divorced long ago, and told Susan so. Susan started to cry, knowing now that Michael had known of her problems with his father all along. Michael put his arm around Susan and pulled her against him to comfort her. The rode along in silence for about ten minutes when Michael let his hand slip over his moms shoulder and onto her breast, Susan was wearing jeans and a halter top for the trip, so there was only a thin layer of cloth between Michael’s hand and Susan’s flesh. Michael could feel Susan’s nipple become erect under his caress. He could also hear Susan catch her breath when he started teasing her nipple with his fingers. Michael slid his hand under the halter and pulled Susan’s beautiful tit out. Michael then freed the other one so that he could play with them both. Susan could not believe that Michael had exposed both her breasts while they were going down the highway, she tried to protest but Michael would not hear of it. Nobody around here knows us, they would not care anyway. We are just someone they passed on the road. Susan could feel the heat of desire starting to burn in her cunt. The hot moistness building in her dark tunnel made her forget about her bare breasts. She started rubbing Michael’s cock through his jeans. Susan was thrilled to feel the throbbing hardness of it. She pulled his zipper down and carefully took out his cock, no longer caring that they were on open highway. She took off her seatbelt so that she could kneel on the floor and sucked Michael’s cock into her mouth. Susan slowly licked the shaft of his cock, working her way up to the angry red head. She licked and nibbled on the head of his cock driving him wild. Michael really had to concentrate on his driving to keep in his lane. Susan was taking her time working on his cock. Michael could do nothing other than play with her tits while they swayed to the motion of the car and Susan sucking on his cock. Michael heard the sound of a zipper and looked at Susan. She had unzipped her jeans and was sliding her hand into the opening. He felt her gasp around his cock and knew that her hand had found what it was searching for. He could see the outline of her hand as her fingers slid in and out of her hot dripping pussy. This along with her increased sucking on his cock made him shoot his wad into Susan’s mouth. When the first hot drops of her sons cum splattered off the roof of Susan’s mouth, it triggered her own orgasm. Wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through her body. Carefully sucking the last of his cum from Michael’s cock Susan slid back into her seat. Smiling Michael took Susan’s right hand and licked the remaining moisture from her fingers. Susan looked at him and Michael smiled and said “it’s the next best thing to being there.” Susan laughed as she carefully put Michael’s cock back into his pants and zipped him up. She then put her tits back into the halter top and relaxed on the seat. It was just getting dark when they got to the turn off for the cabin. Michael did not need headlights to drive with. However as they drew closer to the cabin they could see lights on in the windows. Michael pulled off onto the side of the road into some brush and parked the car where it was concealed. Susan and Michael got out of the car and quietly closed the doors. They started to walk to the cabin to see who was using their cabin. Using the trees for cover the approached the front of the cabin and were surprised to see Harold’s car parked there. Susan started to go to the cabin but Michael pulled her back. He suggested that they see what Harold was doing before just barging into the cabin. Susan was very upset because Harold was supposed to be on a business trip not at the cabin. She suspected that this was where a lot of his business trips went to. The next question was whether he was alone or not. The nice thing about the cabin was it was only one floor with two large bedrooms and a living area. So they would not have to try and climb a tree to see what Harold was doing. They crept closer to the cabin and could hear music playing in the cabin. Since there were no neighbors, the curtains had never been kept closed and tonight was no exception. Michael peered into the window of the living room and it was empty. There were a couple of liquor bottles setting on the kitchen table and a suitcase on the chair. Michael could hear laughter coming from the main bedroom so he crept back to the window and looked carefully inside. He could not believe what he saw. His father was flat on his back in bed with an enormous hard on. Sitting on his face was a woman a little younger than his mother and not built any nearly as well as Susan. All Michael could see was her back and ass. He could hear her moan and say “lick faster Harold please.” Michael went back to Susan and motioned her back to the car. “You were right about dad he is here with a woman.” Susan had to admit that suspecting this for all these years did not make what Michael said any easier. Her first inclination was to bust in on them and have it out. Michael told her that if she did that she had no proof. “I will go back and take some pictures first, then go in and settle it.” Susan saw the wisdom of Michael’s plan and agreed. While Susan waited in the car Michael took his camera and plenty of film and went back to the bedroom window. The woman was still sitting on Harold’s face, but her motion was much faster now. Michael started snapping his photographs. He saw the woman’s back stiffen as she froze on Harold’s face. Michael knew that she was coming and waited to see what happened next. Harold rolled the woman onto the bed and mounted her. He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and with one quick motion drove his huge cock into her still quivering pussy. She gave a cry and bucked her ass to meet his plunge. Michael could see Harold’s balls bouncing off the cheeks of her ass every time he thrust into her. He still had not been able to see her face, but Michael compared her body to Susan’s. It was nicely shaped, though not as well formed as what Susan’s was. This woman had more of a little girl’s body. Slim hips narrow waist and narrow shoulders. She had long dark hair and this matched the dark hairs on her pussy which was stretched around his father’s cock. Michael could not understand why his father was fucking this woman when he had twice the woman at home. Michael continued to take pictures as his father suddenly shoved his cock deep into her pussy and hold it there. Michael could almost see Harold’s balls jerk as they pumped his come into this other woman’s dripping pussy. Harold let her take her legs off his shoulders as he leaned forward and kissed her. Michael almost dropped his camera as Harold rolled off the other woman. Lying on the bed legs spread wide, with his father’s come dripping from her pussy was Susan’s younger sister Karen. Michael had always liked Karen, but he had never imagined her like this. She was nice enough but she was never the woman that Susan was. Michael took several pictures of Karen with her legs spread showing her well-pounded pink pussy. The picture also included Harold lying beside her stroking her small tits. Michael knew that he would not want to be in their shoes tonight. Michael took out the roll of film out of the camera and put it in his pocket. He loaded another roll and shot it on pictures of Harold and Karen naked on the bed together fondling each other getting ready for another fuck. They had no idea of the trouble that was about to occur.
Michael went back to the car and tried to keep Susan calm as he told her what he had seen and just who was in the cabin with her husband. Susan could not believe that her little sister would do this to her. They had never been exceptionally close but she had never expected this. Susan told Michael that she wanted to see this for herself. She followed Michael to the window and just as they looked, Karen rolled over and took Harold’s limp cock into her hand. They heard her tell Harold that she could cure his problem and watched as she sucked his cock into her hot mouth. Susan just stood and watched as Karen’s head began to move faster on he husbands cock. She was aware of Michael standing behind her watching what was going on. Michael was not sure what Susan’s reaction to the fact that watching Aunt Karen fuck his dad had given him a raging hard on. Susan watched as Karen took her mouth off of Harold’s cock which was once again standing proudly. Karen straddled herself over Harold’s cock and slowly slid down on it until it was buried deep within her hot cunt. Susan felt Michael’s hands unbuttoning her jeans, but she did not acknowledge what he was doing. Michael pulled them down to her knees and she felt his hard cock sliding between her legs. Susan’s cunt was still wet from the trip to the cabin, and she too was aroused from what she had seen. Susan continued to watch Karen fuck Harold as Michael shoved his cock deep into her cunt. He reached around and grabbed her tits in his hands and began matching Karen stroke for stroke. Every time Karen dropped down on his father’s cock Michael rammed his deep in his mother’s pussy. Susan could not focus on her sister and her husband she could focus only on her son’s hard cock taking her from behind. Michael could feel Susan rocking her ass backward into him in rhythm with his thrusts. Karen had suddenly dropped onto Harold’s shaft and sat there with it deep within her. He could hear Harold telling her that he was almost there, and suddenly Harold rammed his cock even deeper into Karen than she thought possible. Karen slid forward onto Harold’s chest. Harold’s cock was still deep in her. Michael could see her pink pussy and her glistening brown asshole. Thinking about how tight her asshole would be around his cock made Michael shoot his wad deep into Susan’s grinding pussy. Michael could feel Susan’s own orgasm as her pussy sucked his cock dry. So intense had Susan’s orgasm been, her knees buckled. But her sons cock still in her and Michael hanging onto her tits kept her from falling down. Michael helped her get her jeans back on and after kissing her beautiful nipples tucked them back into her halter top for her. They walked back to the car and tried to decide what to do. Susan decided to wait a few minutes, and then quietly enter the cabin and surprise Harold and Karen. As they approached the cabin, Michael looked into the window one last time to make sure that Harold and Karen were still in bed. When he looked, they were not there he went around to the bathroom window and could hear the shower running. He could also hear Harold and Karen talking. When they went into the cabin the shower was still running. Susan walked over to the bathroom door and leaned against the frame. Soon the shower turned off and Harold stepped onto the mat. Karen just stood and stared at Susan, her face a picture of shock. “Just what the hell is going on here” Susan yelled, neither Harold or Karen could answer her. Finally Karen said “Susan it is not what you think!” Susan laughed and said “really did I think you were fucking my husband? Did I think he would be eating your cunt? Tell me what did I think?” Harold had not yet said a word, and neither he nor Karen had seen Michael yet. Harold tried to think of a way to explain the situation, but was at a loss. Susan told them to get dressed then leave. She also told Harold to go home and pack his clothes because they were through and she did not want him near her again. Harold started to object but Susan interrupted and told him that she had pictures from the past two hours that she was going to give to her attorney. After Karen and Harold left Susan told Mi-chael that she just wanted the night to herself, and she went into the bedroom and closed the door. Michael went out and pulled the car up to the cabin. He unloaded it and then went in and changed the sheets on the bed where his dad had been fucking his aunt only an hour before. After changing the sheets Michael went to bed himself. In spite of everything that had happened, Michael slept soundly through the night. Shortly after 9 am Susan knocked on the door and asked him if he was going to sleep all day. Michael pulled on a pair of swimming trunks and came out to the kitchen where Susan had made breakfast. The sun was shining and it was already past 70 when Michael said lets go swimming. Susan stood up and started into the bedroom. “I will get my suit and be right with you” she said. Michael followed her into the bedroom and slid her robe off her shoulders. “No suits, just us and the water” he said as he playfully grabbed her tits. He took her hand and pulled her out of the cabin towards the lake. The water was warm and refreshing and they swam for over an hour. Susan said she was going to lie in the sun for a while and walked toward the cabin. Michael followed her and went into the cabin to read for awhile. Shortly Susan came in and went to take a shower. Michael got in the shower and started to wash her back for her. Then he washed her tits and finally her legs, saving her luscious pussy for last. As he soaped Susan’s pussy and ass he wondered if she had ever been fucked in the ass before he had done it. He really doubted it, before this had happened she had been really uptight. He did not think she had even sucked a cock before his. While was washing Susan’s ass he started playing with her tits. The nipples were taught from him washing them. He soaped his cock up and stepped close to Susan. Dropping the wash cloth he reached around with his other hand and started stroking her pussy. Susan started to move her hips against Michael, feeling his cock sliding between her legs. She smiled and put her hands against the shower stall and bent over a little so that he could slide it into her cunt. Michael started running his hand over her ass cheek and heard Susan whimper as she waited for his cock to find her hot wet hole. Michael took his cock in his hand and rubbed it on Susan’s swollen pussy lips. The contact made her jump like it was an electric shock. Michael stopped Susan from pushing back on his cock and quickly lined it up with her tight little asshole. Michael thrust forward. Susan being totally relaxed did not realize until it was too late that Michael was planning on fucking her ass hole. Michael’s big cock head was already into her ass by the time Susan realized what was happening. She had already started thrusting her hips back expecting Michael’s cock to go into her pussy, not her ass. She could feel her hole slide over the head of Michael’s cock and snap shut over it. With her thrust and Michael pushing Susan did not feel the pain of being entered so quickly for a few seconds. When it hit, she screamed because it felt like she was being torn apart. She was pinned against the shower wall by Michael who had not moved after her scream. He told her that it would be all right shortly, just stand still and relax. She got a chuckle out of that, how was she supposed to relax with a cock the size of Michael’s rammed up her ass. Slowly the pain did ease as she forced herself to relax, she could feel Michael moving his cock in small circles in her ass, as he moved his hand down and started fingering her cunt again. Susan felt the fire in her cunt as well as her ass as Michael started pumping her ass slowly at first then faster. She could not believe the sensations that she was experiencing. Michael started pounding her ass as hard as he could every thrust bouncing her tits off the shower wall. Susan could feel him starting to swell in her and came with a rush. She felt his cock shoot his load into her ass, feeling its heat in her stomach as he jerked every time he spurted more of his hot white cum into her guts. They just stood slumped against the shower wall until Michael’s spent cock slipped out of Susan’s well used asshole. They finished their shower and went into the living room dressed in their gowns. Michael could see that Susan was a little sore from their recent escapade in the shower. He felt bad and tried to apologize but Susan stopped him. Trying something new is ok she told him but in the future please warn me first. That was definitely something I had not tried before and you caught me by surprise. Michael promised to ask first in the future and said “I heard that once you have a woman all three ways she will be yours forever, I guess your mine now. Susan being a realist looked at Michael and told him that in the future he would meet a woman of his very own. For now though she was his whenever he wanted her. Susan had a nice relaxing dinner and spent the evening listening to the animals in the woods.

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The Office Affair

© 2015 by Salacious Scribe and whtwlf1790. All Rights Reserved.
Authors Notes
This is set in Dunder Mifflin Scranton, but in an alternate reality so relationships and positions are not the same as in the show.
I want to thank whtwlf1790 for the premise and coauthoring this with me.
This story contains fellatio, consensual rough heterosexual intercourse, and impregnation. If you don’t enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.