Masturbation

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Mom and I in the shower

I was a young man of about 15 when this happened. I had known masturbation for about 3 1/2 years. I jacked off almost every day. My favorite place was in the shower…
Luke had just gotten home from skiing, it was about 8:00 at night. His mom was in the living room watching some T.V. after a long day of work. He knew his brother was out playing poker with his friends and wouldn’t be back until 1:00 or so. He decided to go take a shower.
He had been masturbating for about 3 1/2 years now. Luke figured it was what guys did and there was nothing wrong. He though about so many people when he masturbated. They were mostly older women like his teachers, parent’s co-workers, grandmother, or even his mother. He rarely thought about his girlfriend, probably because he was having sex with her anyways and didn’t need to imagine it.
Luke stepped out of his clothes and into the shower. He knew, as he usually did, that he was going to jack off in the shower. It was his favorite place to do it. He ran the water hot and got the shower nice and steamy, a cozy warm temperature to relax in. He then placed the soap on the floor of the shower and sat down next to it. His dick was a good size for his age, at six inches hard.
So Luke grabbed the soap and lathered up his left hand. He rubbed his now soapy hand on his penis. “Who do I think about tonight?” he wondered. He decided on his mother. He had never actually made a move on her or anything like that, only mastubated to her in his mind. He imagined her body. She wasn’t the best looking person in the world, but he didn’t care. She was 5’0″, strawberry blonde hair, about 165, and somewhat stubby. Her breasts were a nice 36 DD, and she was 42 years old.
As he picked up pace, jacking his now rock hard cock, he imagined her slipping her mouth over his dick. Sucking on it like crazy, while her breasts flopped around on her chest. He imagined what would happen if she walked into the bathroom when he was whacking off. Just then, his though appeared in reality. His mother walked in. She knew what he was doing because the glass shower was somewhat see-through.
Luke tried to stand up but his mother told him to stop. “Not like I don’t know you do it in here anyways.” She slowly approached the shower door and opened it. She slid her shirt off and then her bra. Her tits sprung free and Luke’s mouth fell wide open. She then slipped off her sweats and pulled off her lime green panties. Luke couldn’t believe it, there he was, holding his cock in his hands, and his mother completely naked in front of him.
“Let me help you with that,” his mother said as she got down on the floor. She got the soap off with a washcloth and started to jack it for him. She cupped his balls with her hand and started to lick the head of his throbbing cock. “Oh god mom,” Luke said in ecstasy. She slid her whole mouth down his shaft and moved up and down slowly, sucking powerfully, as if trying to milk his cock. After about five minutes of tantalizing up and down movement his cock began to throb like he was going to cum. She sensed it and pulled her mouth away. She got up and turned off the shower. Luke got up and walked out.
They dried each other off and continued to her bedroom. Luke’s mom lay down on the bed, her legs apart. She shot him a dirty look and smiled. Luke knew what to do, he had practice from his girlfriend. He laid on the bed and put his head between her legs. His wet tongue licked her outer labia, he could taste the sweet juice that had formed there. He mom let out a soft moan. “Oh baby.” Luke then inserted his index finger into her sopping hole and worked it in and out slowly, still sucking her pussy lips and clit. “Oh my god hun, that feels soooo good! Oh my god.”
She grabbed his head and pulled him up to her face. They kissed passionately, for about a minute. Their tongues probed each others mouths. She adjusted her hips to slide his cock in but he he pulled his hips up. “Uhuhuh, not yet,” he replied with a smile. He kissed her some more and then worked his way down to her neck. She was moaning and breathing heavily. He worked his way from her neck to her hard nipples and sucked them, gently squeezing her breasts. After spending about a minut on each he worked his way back up.
Finally he slid his cock into her waiting cunt. He slowly sawed back and forth, back and forth, still kissing her lips, neck, and breasts. “Oh yah that’s good,” she said with a stutter in her voice. Luke grunted as he quickened his pace. “Oh god,” she kept saying. His rock hard six inches moved all the way from its head to the hilt every time. Finally her body started convulsing, she arched her back and sweet sticky fluid spurted from her pussy. Her cunt muscles contracted and pulled Luke’s dick in as far as it could go.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum!” “Cum deep in me,” she replied. She could no longer have children and was not afraid (endomytriosis). Luke bucked his hips in one final time and spewed more cum out of his cock than ever before. His mother orgasmed again. They both fell apart, breathing heavily. His mother crawled down and licked both their love juices of his cock. His body twitched every time she hit the head.
The two had many more sexual experiences after that. And luke even went on to, older, members of the family, you’ll have to wait and see……….

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Fantasy

Jack and Amanda 1

the teaser to test my wighting skills and see if u guys want more to see what happens next this is an incest stroy so dont read it if u are not in to it

Fantasy

Public Masturbation 3

I host masturbation parties and am interviewed by the editor of the leading news magazine. My 16-year old son starts attending the parties.

Fantasy

My Friends Little Brother

Ok In my defense… it was only supposed to be just a harmless little prank and I really didn’t intend on things going as far as they did…

Fantasy

Best choice I Made

-Best choice I made-
I scoured the internet looking, yearning for something, for someone, that was when I stumbled upon a certain erotic story site, I began reading others’ stories, and then I found the forum.
I had found what I had been yearning for, a connection with those who were just as sexually oriented and perverse as myself. I began chatting with people but was highly sceptical and wary of giving out any personal details; I found some very good friends who became close and trusted friends. It was when I decided to throw my hat into the ring when a writing challenge was announced, that fate brought Daniel and I together, he read my stories and became a fan instantly. Little did I know, Daniel was actually a famous author that skulked around the site looking for fun, story ideas and relaxation away from the usual thrillers he wrote.
We hit it off right away, we pm’d back and forth through the website before deciding we were right for one another subsequently we exchanged email addresses and chatted on Yahoo. For the first month or so it was mostly business we spoke about, with the usual pleasantries of course then we started chatting regularly about life and such.
We became good friends, discussing work, family, bitching about our problems and life in general. We soon realised that our friendship was a real taboo, Daniel being 60 and myself being 21 was going to get some strange reactions, but we were happy. Daniel asked where I lived, and I replied Scotland, which started the conversation of ancestors; his were from Scotland but he now lived in New York City and was contemplating come to Scotland to research his family history.
We discussed if he came and wanted to meet up I could show him around, be his tour guide so to speak. Our conversations went on like this for about nine months to a year when he emailed me one day with the news he was coming for New Year. He would be flying into Edinburgh International Airport on the 27th of December and staying for two weeks in a local hotel across town. I was excited and scared all in the same breath; my mind started to race.
‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s not what he’s been like?’
I waited to speak with him on the phone that night to discuss all the details; I would meet him at the airport and drive him to his hotel, let him unpack and take him on a quick wee tour around town then see were we stood from there. As the day approached, I got more nervous but put it out of my mind because we had exchanged photos and been phoning each other on a regular basis, so I do not know why I was worrying.
Daniel called just before getting on the plane to make sure I was going to pick him up, and everything was still ok; we exchanged mobile numbers encase I was running late or something happened and wished him a safe journey.
-27th December-
I did not sleep a wink that night a mixture of excitement and hope of meeting my friend from across the pond. It took me three hours to decided what to wear to the airport, I eventually selected a green chiffon floaty top that just covered my ass with black leggings, over the knee black suede boots, a black leather coat and a cream chunky scarf. After all, it is winter in Scotland. I wore my auburn hair out and naturally wavy with a little pleat across the front to hold my bangs back from my face.
I arrived at the airport 30 minutes early so I didn’t have to rush around like a headless chicken looking for the right gate; I got there just as everyone was coming through. I held my breath as I saw Daniel walking through the double doors with his luggage, as I exhaled a little smile started to appear on my face that was when he saw me and smiled back. I walked quickly to greet him; I threw my arms around him, giving him a warm embrace after the shock of the cold Scottish weather. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled back from him to see a look of shock on his face.
”HI…Daniel’’ I blushed
”Hello…I wasn’t expecting you to hug me like that, Claire.” he stammered.
”Sorry, I’m just happy to see you. Erm… Shall we walk and talk?” I said looking around seeing people looking at us strangely.
”Yeah, lets. Call me Dan please.” he replied blankly.
”Follow me Dan.” I said sweetly as I took his hand.
He followed slightly behind me holding my hand we got some looks of disgust and looks that are worth a thousand words.
”How did he get her?!” one guy in his early 30’s said to his girlfriend. His girlfriend was not amused, let me tell you.
As we got to my car Dan pulled me back to him, holding me close he gazed into my eyes as I looked up at him lovingly, he leaned down and kissed me so gently it felt like a dream. It was rudely interrupted by people passing by and tutting, which resulted in me opening my big mouth.
”What are you tutting at?” I said politely
“That’s disgusting, he’s old enough to be your father…, ’’ she snapped back
”Honey, you’re no oil painting yourself. JOG ON!” I shouted.
Dan burst out laughing at my random outburst that made me blush so much. I opened the car and put his luggage in without speaking to him, as I was still so embarrassed at my outburst; he got in the passenger seat after I was in.
”Don’t be embarrassed, Claire-Bear. I love you for your personality and your opinions.” he placed his hand on top of mine.
All I could do was smile back at him as I drove him to The Chester Residence, he informed me he didn’t just get a room, he got an apartment. We got him checked in, got the keys, and wandered around to find his door. This was even better than my house; I was amazed by how nice it was. I did not even dare to ask what he paid for this apartment, but looking at it, I knew it was not going to be cheap for a two-week stay.
We opened the door, which led into the living room; it had a big flat screen TV on the wall with a black leather corner sofa and matching chair around a brown wooden coffee table and beige carpet. The kitchen was very high spec with all new shiny appliances and the bathroom. Oh My Goodness! It had a gigantic Jacuzzi with a TV on the wall, double sinks and a shower with room for three. The bedroom was the best feature, a king-size bed with lighting underneath for atmosphere, Egyptian cotton sheets, lots of pillows, dramatic lighting everything to make it a little piece of heaven.
I went into the kitchen whilst Dan unpacked; I made him a cuppa tea with sugar to help the jet lag and took it into the bedroom. Without thinking, I walked straight in without knocking and he was standing naked, I looked at him with my mouth open before spinning round quicker than ever.
”Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I should have knocked!” I stuttered
”Don’t worry about it; I guess I should have told you I was changing.” Dan laughed and pulled a pair of trousers on before turned me back around.
”Is that for me?” he smiled
”Oh yeah, its sweet tea to help with…err…the jet lag.” I blushed.
”Let’s sit down and talk Claire, I think we need to be honest with each other” he sighed
I looked at him not sure what to make of what he had just said. We walked out to the lounge and sat on the sofa next to one another. He looked at me with a very serious look on his face.
”What’s wrong Daniel?” I asked innocently.
”Can I be honest with you Claire?… I love you so much; I only came here to be with you! Not to trace my ancestors.” he stared at me.
”I…I don’t know what to say Dan. I love you too but wasn’t expecting you to say or do this.” I look away from him and got up.
I pace back and forth in front of him, knowing he was watching my every move.
”Okay…okay. Let’s meet tonight for something to eat and discuss it then cos I’m still in shock, Dan. ’’ I stressed.
We said our goodbyes as he made reservations at Iris down Thistle Lane and decided we should meet there at 8pm. Which gave me four hours to get my act together, I drove home and started ransacking my wardrobe to see what to wear, and this decision was pretty easy since I already knew how he felt about me. I picked out a tight black pencil skirt, a red silk corset top with little puff sleeves, matching red silk stilettos and underwear with black seamed stockings. I wore my hair down but curly this time with geisha eye makeup and ruby red lips.
My phone rang at bang on 7.30pm, it was Dan.
”Hey Dan, what’s up?” I answered cheerfully.
”Claire, I’m just making sure you’re still okay for dinner, and do you want me to pick you up in a cab on the way?”
”Yea of course I’m still up for dinner, I’m just leaving now. Will I get you on the way passed instead since it’s on my way and you would be going backwards?” I laughed.
”Err…yeah that would be good, Hun.” he stammered realising he did not know where he was going.
”I’ll be ten minutes, okay?”
”I’ll be outside, darling.”
”Okay Dan, I’m just getting in the taxi now so I’ll see you soon.”
”Okay Claire.” he hung up the phone.
I told the taxi driver where to go to and that we had to pick someone else up on route, as we drove down Rothesay Place I could see Dan standing outside The Chester looking rather dashing. Dan was about 5’9, dark hair with white through it in a salt and pepper style, average build man with distinguished biceps and abs. He has the most beautiful brown eyes that twinkle in the light, I am sure they could see into my very soul.
Dan got in the taxi, kissed my cheek, placed his hand on my thigh, and whispered to me, I saw the driver looking in the mirror at us; I bit my tongue and just rolled my eyes at him. We arrived at Thistle Lane and paid the driver, we walked down to Iris and had a lovely meal, great conversation but I think Dan was more concerned about dessert.
We decided over dinner to walk back to The Chester for ‘drinks’, we arrived back to champagne chilling in an ice bucket with two glasses and some strawberries and whipped cream. I smiled seeing the strawberries and cream I knew exactly what he wanted for dessert, and it was not the strawberries.
”Dan I need to tell you something…”
”Hush baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ve got everything planned.”
”That’s what I need to tell you…‘’
”What’s wrong Claire?”
”I’m a virgin Dan. I can’t be dessert.” I sighed.
”YOU’RE a virgin! You can’t be…you’re too beautiful not to have had sex with someone. Not that I think you’re a slut! ‘’ he stressed
”I know what you mean, I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you Dan. How about I make it up to you?” I wink
”What ever do you mean Claire?” he asked acting innocently.
I pushed him onto the sofa and went to the kitchen to get the champagne, I handed him a glass and we toasted to new beginnings. I pushed his feet apart with mines and took a cushion from the sofa and placed it at his feet, I kicked my heels off to the side of the sofa and kneeled down pushing his legs apart and pulled him towards me. I raised my eyebrow and reached up to his belt to undo it when he grabbed my hands pulling me up onto his chest.
”Not like this Claire, I don’t just want you for sex.”
He kissed me passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth, they danced as lovers do. As I sat on his lap I could feel his bulge, I let my hands roam down his arms and across his chest. I started to unbutton his shirt as I kissed down his neck then chest, kissing every piece of new flesh I reveal until I am back at his belt.
”Let me do this, I want to. I have never given a blowjob before I want to do it with you.” I pleaded.
He held my face with both hands and said, ”You may start any time you like; I promise you I won’t force myself on you Claire-Bear.”
With his blessing so to speak, I began.
I stood up and pulled my skirt up to just below my ass giving him a flash of my stockings and bare thighs as got down onto the cushion, I unbuckled Dan’s belt then unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his hips as I pulled his trousers and boxers down to his ankles; I looked up at him as he stared back at me. I rubbed his thigh’s gently working my way up to his semi erect cock.
I licked my lips and gently gripped Dan’s hard member in my warm hand as I started to lick the head and top of the shaft with my tongue, working my way down I started to move my hand up and down as I started sucking on the top quarter of his hot pulsing cock. I could feel him move his hips as I sucked and ran my tongue under the head of his cock in a zig-zag motion.
I started to feel myself getting wet while I was sucking and licking his cock, I stopped to untie my corset and pulled it off letting my 36D breasts fall freely. Dan watched my every move, I leaned up and put his cock between my breasts and squeezed them together, moving up and down on his full erect cock. Dan reached down and started playing with my nipples as he titty fucked me right there in the lounge with the curtains open for the world to see.
”Oh Claire, you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked as he pulled and tweaked my nipples gently.
”Never!” I protested in ecstasy.
I stuck my tongue out licking the tip every time it came close enough, I stopped titty fucking him and decided to just suck him until he came. I took about 3/4 of his cock in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, I continued to lick and suck as I had been doing. I took my other hand, cupped his balls, and gently rubbed as I thought it would not be long until he came. My thoughts were right a few moments later I heard him moan deep and loudly.
”Claire, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned
I stared up at him with my jade green eyes as I moved back, keeping the tip of his cock in my mouth, I licked hard, fast and rubbing the shaft and his balls with my hand. I felt him tense up right before he came in my mouth for the first time, sending rope upon salty rope of cum into my virgin mouth, I tried to swallow as much as I could but it dripped out the side of my mouth down my chin onto my breast. I sat back breathing heavy, wiping the cum from my face and breast and licking it off my hand.
Dan sat looking at me half-naked with a stupid smirk on his face.
”What’s that look for?” I asked
”You ARE amazing!” Dan laughed
”I’m so horny!”
”I can fix that for you, My Love. Come here” he said as he walked to the bedroom.
I followed him like a lost puppy, on the way I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor. I arrived at the bedroom with the champagne, stockings and red soaking wet silk panties on.
”They’ll have to go too I’m afraid.” he said as he pointed at my panties.
”Come get them” I smirked
He placed his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pushed them down; he followed them down with kisses. He started at my earlobes, my neck, breasts, teasing my nipples with circles then nibbling on them softly, making my knees weak, down over my stomach to my mound. He walked me backwards to the bed laying me down and lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he kissed and nibbled on my thighs before taking a deep inhalation; he was just inches from my virginity.
I had my hands on my breasts as I gently kneaded them; I felt his warm breath on my lips followed slowly by his dripping wet and very skilled tongue. He slowly flicked over my clit teasing me, listening to me take sharp intakes of breath when he made me excited. Finding out what made me squirm and tense up; I could feel his fingers open my lips wider giving him the view of a lifetime. His tongue was the first to explore it felt like a warm spongy probe pushing all the right buttons, flicking back and forth over my clit as he inserted a finger into my pussy.
”You’re really tight, Claire.”
”Uh huh.” was all I could reply.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I pushed my clit against his mouth; I felt a wavy of sheer ecstasy came over me. I moaned loud as he was working my clit with his mouth and tongue, with a finger inside me he played with my G spot. His hand was on top of mine on my breast pulling and teasing my nipple as I moaned loud again, I clamped his head between my thighs on my clit.
”Stop…please…Stop,’’ I moaned loudly.
Nevertheless, he would not he kept going, bringing me to another orgasm quick and fast. My breathing was erratic and I was grabbing at the sheets as he kept flicking my clit, fingering my pussy and tweaking my nipples. It was not long after that I passed out with the best orgasm I had ever felt.
-28th December-
I woke up not knowing where I was, then I remembered what happened last night and a veil of shame came over me as I realised I was still naked in his bed. Dan came in with coffee, orange juice and bagels.
”Morning beautiful.” he smiled
”Morning………..what happened last night? Last thing I remember was you were licking me then nothing…” I asked quizzically.
”You passed out from the orgasm baby, I must have been doing something right…yeah?” he joked
”It’s not funny; I can’t remember anything after that!”
”That’s because nothing happened after that, you don’t think I would take advantage of you do you?!” he said irritated.
”I wasn’t sure…I’m sorry.” I sighed as I looked down at my hands. ”I am just so ashamed about what I did; I mean it was the first night meeting you. I’m not normally like this.”
”Don’t worry, neither am I. However, we do know each other, we have been talking for nearly a year.” he reassured me.
I smiled at him, realising I was so stupid to think he would use me like that. I had forgotten who he really was and what he was like.
We sat in bed together eating breakfast and talked about what we should do in the days to come, we planned to go to the castle today after we go to my house to pick up clothes and some of my things, then Dan said he would like to take me shopping for some nice underwear for me to wear for him. Tomorrow we decided to go for a drive and see where we end up. However, most importantly New Year’s Eve or ”The Bells” as it’s called in Scotland, I had tickets for the street party, and this was going to be a New Year’s we would never forget.
The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary, went sightseeing, shopping in Agent Provocateur, Ann Summers and La Senza, drove around the middle half of the country, went to a lovely little village nears Loch Lomond and rented a log cabin for two days then headed back for The Bells. Let’s skip right to New Year’s Eve because that’s when things got interesting.
-31st December-
We got ready for the street party, I warned Daniel to wrap it well because it will get very cold so we went out like Eskimo’s. It was packed with people, people from around the globe here at this party all-celebrating, all differences put aside for one night. Dan asked if we could go back to his place before midnight, I was disappointed but it was his choice since it is his visit. I did not realise he had an alternative motive.
We got back to his apartment suite, start to peel all the layers of clothing we had on and put the fire on. I changed into white silk pyjama shorts and shirt with pink leg warmers; I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks to toast the New Year as Dan came in with just his boxers on.
”Claire-Bear?”
”Yea…what’s up?” I turned to him.
”I want to make love to you for New Year. Would you give me your virginity?” he asked unsure.
I pondered his question for a minute before I made my decision.
”Yes, of course I will Daniel. I have been waiting for you to ask!” I said relieved.
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom; he stood in front of me and kissed my forehead as he unbuttoned my pyjama shirt slipping it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then he moved down kissing my cheeks, neck, breast, as he caressed my nipples with his lips as he slipped my shorts off then kept moving down my stomach passed my navel to my trimmed hair he kissed more passionately. He reached down my leg to my calf lifting it up onto his shoulder, he began kissing the inside of my leg up to my thigh he stopped like before and inhaling my scent. Making a memory of my smell because this was going to be one night to remember.
He had one hand on my ass as the other stroked my leg as he began to lick and probe my clit, it was just as good as the first time but this time I was determined not to pass out. I started to become very wet, he stopped and picked me up laying me on the bed, he removed his boxer shorts revealing his full erect eight-inch cock. I wriggled about to get comfortable, I looked at him with a wanting deep inside me and I knew at that very moment it was the best decision I made to give him my virginity.
Dan opened the velvet curtains in the bedroom so we could see the fireworks at midnight before climbing into bed next to me, his fingers traced my face and neck as we kissed like never before, a passion, a spark had ignited I us. His hand moved down onto my breast as we kissed, teasing and tweaking my nipple almost like a gentle caress, he moved over on top of me. I automatically opened my legs to allow him to lie comfortably on top of me; I could feel his rock hard cock resting at my mound.
”Daniel I love you.” I declared.
”And I you, Claire-Bear.” I whispered back looking lovingly into my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around Dan’s neck as I kissed him deep, our tongues danced as mines entered his mouth. I let my fingers trace down his back until I got to his ass, I get it a little squeeze that seemed to shock and thrill him all at the same time.
”Take me now Dan…” I said as I licked his earlobe and nibbled on it.
”Are you sure?” Dan asked as he looked down at me.
I nodded with my heart full of love, I knew I did not want anyone else to have it, with my consent he reached down and guided his cock into place rubbing the bulbous head of his throbbing member against my dewy slit. He kissed me hard as he slid inside me, I could feel the pressure of my cherry and his cock. I took a deep breath and held onto Dan in a tight embrace with that he thrust balls deep into my pussy.
I was no longer a virgin.
”Are you okay baby?” he asked attentively.
I could not answer all I could do with nod, tears in my eyes from the burning sensation, he stayed still inside me for a couple of minutes, letting me get used to the size and feeling before he started to make love to me.
He moved slowly to start, he pulled halfway out and back in gently then picking up speed as I started to shift around under him and moan a little. It was not long until we were going full speed, my hips meeting his, moaning and groaning together as I got wetter and loosened. He lowered his mouth and started to tease my nipples as he made love to me for the first time, suddenly I felt a wave of euphoria came over me, ten times more powerful than before. I realised this was an orgasm and this was what I had been missing!
”I think I’m cumming,” I whispered to Dan
”Me too…” he groaned loudly.
Just then the fireworks started to go off, it was New Year and I was having the time of my life with a man I loved.
He picked up speed and started to pound me while I rubbed his balls; we came almost at the same time. My body tensed up, clenching my legs around him, making my pussy even tighter than it was if that was possible, as his body spasmed as he held me tightly to his body. I felt a warm wave of serenity come over me as I felt his cum shoot inside me, he spurted five times that I counted but I lost count as we lay together in contentment. Two as one.
That night we fell asleep in each other’s arms, my head on his chest listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart as we drifted off to sleep together.
“I love you, Claire-Bear…”
“I love you, Daniel…,” we whispered to one another as the New Year began.

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Fantasy

Its only just beginning

Yeah fuck me, pound my hole… I was so close to cumming I could tell. My body tensed up and I could feel the cum rush to my cock. Son im gonna bust in your ass get ready! Give it to me dad. I released and I shot my cum inside my son. He said thanks dad.
I woke up sweating. I couldnt believe what I just dreamt. It was so realistic. I looked down at my cock and it was rock solid, coated with pre-cum. It was 6:30. I needed to shower and get ready for work.
I normally slept naked with no sheets. My wife had died 5 years ago. It was just me and my 16 year old son, Jake. We got comfortable around eachother. So what we wore didnt matter.
I was taking a cold shower to calm down my cock, when my son knocked on the door. Dad, do you mind if we shower together. Im really late. It was a very big shower so I did not mind. Sure son come on in. He walked in wearing nothing and carrying a towel. He was in such good shape my son. Abs, pecs. He was hot. I wasnt so bad myself. I had a flat defined stomach and big arms.
I asked how he slept and what not. The usual and I got the usual back. He told me he would be late tonight because of football. I thought it would give me some private time. I said ok have fun. I got out, and got dressed for work.
A little while later I arrived at work and sat down at my desk. I checked my emails and got all my inbox stuff done. Before I knew it, it was 12 oclock. I went to the lunch room and grabbed my lunch. I went back to my office and ate. I suddenly felt my cock get hard. I ate rather quickly today having still and hour left. I thought what the hell.
I kicked off my shoes, took off my belt but before I took off my pants, I had to shut the door and blinds. Didnt want anyone seeing what was going on. I made sure to lock the door. Than I went to my desk and took off my pants socks, and shirt. I had briefs on and boy did I love feeling my rock hard cock through my briefs. I slipped them off and threw them with my socks. My balls were nice and low today. My cock was 7 inches and very thick. I started rubbing my cock and than started jerking off. My balls bounced against my fist and I made a fapping noise. It was turning me on so much. I almost went into a trance when I heard a knock on the door. I froze and quickly slipped on my pants and shirt and shoes. I went to answer the door but I forgot my underwear and socks were in the middle of the floor. I ran and threw them under the desk.
My assistant was at the door telling me my son wasnt feeling and good and was gonna be at the office soon. Alright I told her.
I went back to my desk and folded my underwear and socks and put them on my desk. It turned me on to see them their.
I continued with my work and before I knew it I heard my son and he was coming in. he said hey dad. I told him to lay down on the couch and rest.
He said dad whats up with your socks and underwear on the desk. I completely forgot and my heart stopped. Well your dad was tryna have a little fun during his lunch break. I laughed and so did he.
The next thing I knew he said im with ya dad. He started kicking off his shoes and started to take off his shirt when I said, Woah woah, what are you doing.
Dad I know, I saw how hard you got this morning when I got in. I said alright and I got undressed faster than he did.
Damn dad, your really hung. I looked at his and said well you know where you get it from. He laughed. He was getting started on the couch when he said dad, throw on some porn. I said ok, and I sa next to him. Here I was wanking with my son. Ive always dreamed of fucking him. He took my cock in his hand and I did the same. He said god its so thick. We continued beating each others meat for awhile when he said, dad I wanna have sex. I agree when we get home. No I want you to fuck my brains out right here on your desk. I want you to destroy me. He stood up and moved stuff on my desk. He put his legs up and said lets go. I got up and went over. His ass was nice , pink and hairy. I spit in his ass and spit on my cock. Get it nice and wet. I started to penetrate his hole it was his first time so I wanted to be gentle. I spit more and slowly slid it in. I could feel his ass contract around my cock. It was so tight I needed to bust. I got my whole cock in and he was sweating. I said its ok deep breaths. I let him get used to it. I told him the first couple thrusts are gonna hurt but it will turn into pure pleasure after. I started fucking slowly and I could hear him grunt. It was painful. But soon I could hear him moan. He started almost screaming fuck me dad. I was ramming him and my desk was shaking. My balls slapped agianst his ass. He was jerking off as I fucked his tight hairy hole. This was the first fuck ive had since my wife passed away. She could take my cock and apparently so can my son. I picked him up and brought him down on my cock. He held onto me as I pounded his hole. We landed on the couch and he bounced up and down on my cock. I was so close . I told him to lay down I want to be on top. He did and I re inserted my cock. He was loose now but still tight. I was gonna cum. I stopped and told him to get ready. I was jerking off near his face and soon I said fuck yeah uh uh. You making me bust. Open for daddy and on that I shot my load all over his face.
I got dressed and gave him my briefs to clean his face. He loved it. I told my assistant I had to leave early because of my son and even my boss was okay with it. We went home and my son had a tough time walking. I killed his ass. We got home showered and went to bed nude together. Tomorrow was saturday and my birthday.

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Kalla: Ch. 1

Part 1
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Chapter 1
It was the first and only day that I can recall that I slept in. It’s not why I remember the day so, but the day is probably why I remember that I slept in. It was her birthday. Her fourteenth birthday, and the day that she was to be inducted as Queen of Kalla. I don’t know why but the dream that pressed me to sleep longer then I should have, was of the day that caused Dakota to so prematurely acquire her duties as ruler.
My eyes broke open in panic with mother shaking me half to death. I was disoriented and scared. Mother’s hands slipped from my sweating arms. Reality faded back to me and when my mind caught sight of light breaking through the glass hole in the wall; my slowing heart broke into a sprint again. I ripped the sheets from above me and jumped out of bed. Mother’s cries of shame and fear back dropped my frantic race to dress myself; no time for bathing. Skipping from my bedroom attempting to fit my last shoe on, I headed for the kitchen.
Breaking through the swinging doors, I searched in shame where everybody stood waiting. Why did I sleep in, why today, of all days, the most important one of her life? Thankfully, two chefs were already waiting by the door for me. That would save me from having to walk between the dozen faces staring down at me. Holding my arms out, the taller of the two chefs placed the highly decorated silver tray in my grip. Speedily, I walked back up the grand staircase to my master’s room, eyes all around me staring.
Everybody in the palace knew me, at least if they had met Dakota, chances are they met me as well. And even while working in the palace without ever meeting the royal family, one would know at least of the highest servants under them, the ones who you must step aside to. I was Dakota’s head servant, my mother was her mother’s, the preceding Queen’s head servant, and a man named Phillip held that title for the prior King.
I stood before her door as the shorter of the two sentries before it pulled a key out and unlocked it. I looked timidly at the more handsome sentry who pretended to look away, searching for anything that might attempt unlawful entry.
Balancing the tray on my right arm as the shorter sentry turned and resumed staring away from the doorway, I turned the handle and pushed the very heavy solid wood door open. I slipped in and shut the door behind me.
I walked through the small front room and into the bedroom of the Princess. My chest exhaled a huge sigh of relief. She was still asleep. She also seemed determined to enjoy every minute of that twenty-five hour day.
Every organ in my body freed itself from the tense grip all the other servant in the house put on me. With Dakota, I was always free, she didn’t care if I was late or imperfect; she cared for me as a friend, which is what mother said was exactly what I existed for. The head servant’s primary goal is to be a friend first and a waiter second; at childhood, she had said, this is the most important rule of all. Since the age of three, I was a subject to the Princess. And at seventeen years, I was soon to become the head servant and best friend to the Queen of Kalla, one of most powerful empires on the planet. I was one of the farthest from royalty in the land but I held nearly as much power and influence as a royal, at least inside the palace.
I set the breakfast tray on the side table and rushed to the mirror to fix my hair. It wasn’t much more than a minute before I was done. I kept it short and comfortable. Dakota loved it. I had almost gotten in trouble because of it. Dakota became so entranced in my hair that she once began begging the Queen to have her own hair cut short. At a younger age with the Princess’s hair cut like mine, we would look very much like sisters, something that the Queen would not stand for. Mother talked to Dakota though and she stopped bugging the Queen about a haircut. I think that she became more aware of how the Queen began treating me while she pleaded to her that she wanted to look like her servant, a mere commoner.
I stood before the side of Dakota’s bed watching the young girl squirm around on her stomach in her sleep. As her friend and servant, it was me who was instructed to teach the happenings of puberty to the young Princess. I had only begun experiencing it a few years before her but mother had said that with my education from her, and with my own findings with my own body, I would be the best candidate. The Queen herself found the topic of sex all too enjoyable for her own being, but felt herself unfit for discussion of the moralities of growing into a woman to her developing daughter.
It was not easy for me to teach the Princess but she made it as easy as possible. Like the stories mother taught me of the Queen, Dakota followed quite well in the curiosity of her sexual being. I had learned the entire history of the royal family and every quirk of the current one so that I might have best served my young master, so rarely was I surprised with inconsistencies in Dakota. At first, she felt that I was too smart for her, but quickly enough, she embraced my knowledge and looked to me as the older sister with all the answers to her life. There were no secrets between us.
Staring down to her small squirming body pleasuring itself in a dream, I thought of the all the times that she had challenged me with her questions and without an answer, she pressed forward for an experiment to find one.
I looked to the large grandfather clock against the wall, the ninth hour it held. I moved to the bed unwillingly. I didn’t want to be the cause of breaking her dream short. I removed her sheet to her feet with the crumbled and kicked away blanket. Her face gleamed with the tiniest layer of sweat.
Dakota had complained before about waking her up in such dreams. I had always defended myself with what mother had taught me. Dreams are left unremembered if they end, waking up during the course of one is what is best, what allows you to remember and cherish them so. Dakota, reluctant to accept such an idea, but knowing after a fight with the Queen after being late one morning from me not waking her, that if being forced to wake up, at least raise her in a manner which would please her more. Having already the knowledge of both our sexual beings between us two, I had a pretty good idea what she was hinting at. Two weeks after that comment, I had acted and was confirmed correct in her true meaning.
Dakota had clearly been having a whole streak of these wonderful dreams for her cotton night pants had been removed and kicked down under her sheet to her blanket.
Dakota loved the feel of silk but when presented one birthday with a whole wardrobe of silk night clothes, she quickly learned that she did not like silk so much as to have it covering her entire body. The night pants and shirt were the doings of the King after a year of unsuccessful fighting with her to wear underwear, or to at least stop running through the palace in the morning in her nightgown. That was a year of tremendous stress for the sentries and servants of the house. Everyone one feared to even look at the Princess in horror of what the King might assume. Much tribulation was bestowed among the palace when the two piece pants and shirt were forced onto the young Princess.
Dakota now chooses to wear undergarments on rare occasions, choosing being the important word. Forcing her to do anything will show just how royal she is. The Queen learned such very quickly when she personally dressed her with underwear for weeks and received reports after of servants and sentries around the palace finding the Princess’s used underwear lying around in plain view.
I set my hand on the sweat of the young Princess’s butt. Slowly I pressed my hand down between her legs and began massaging the tiny slit. An audible moan broke the room, a sign that surprisingly pleased me. I could please the Princess more than her own fantasies played out in a second world. Moving my small fingers up and down slowly over the heated bulge between her legs, I began applying more pressure. There was more liquid under her butt cheeks than just sweat, I could feel that clearly as the prints of my fingers became glazed with an almost oily substances radiating from the crack below them.
The increasingly heavy breathing from the Princess shifted from her small noisy nostrils to her now open mouth. Air flooded through the new larger opening. I continued rubbing the smooth untarnished skin. She would wake up soon.
With her mouth open, she accidently moaned herself awake softly. She opened her eyes just slightly and looked at me. She still had the small crusting eye fluids in the corners of her eyes, the light had yet to break fully into her pupils and break her mind open into the real world. I saw her close her eyes again. She wanted to play a little longer. If she didn’t think about anything, she could drift back into the dream she just left and live with her fantasy as I finished her off.
I climbed as gently onto the bed as I could. It was the softest bed I had ever touched. I hovered over the young Princess and slowly listened for a minute, maybe two, but no more. Her breathing shifted back into sleep. As easily as I could, I maneuvered my balance to my knees and took hold of her body. Her body was royal to every extreme; the softest skin I had ever felt with no blemishes, and all this with her own refusal to touch make up. The most the Princess used was a moderate moisturizer on rare occasions. Slowly I turned her body over onto its back.
I set my own body to the right of her and pressed my hand comfortably onto the whole of her exposed vagina. I pushed my hand into it and began caressing the bare bulge; only few of the softest hairs had grown in. My hand slid easily over it repeatedly from the lubrication seeping through her crevice. The Princess’s breathing quickened again. Without the stimulation of her nipples and stomach squirming on the sheets, she would wake easier out of her deteriorating fantasy. But I knew how to counter such loss of stimulation while having her wake up in time.
Her breathing shifted. Bad for me that was. She was reawaking, and on her back, she would receive the full light of the sun in her eyes forcing her into cognitive thought and preventing her from more sleep.
Quickly, I singled out my index finger and slid it over the little nub inside her slit. She was fading from her mental fantasy quickly but her physical one was just about to peak. I pulled my index finger back and arched it as to rest the tip against the top of her pleasure nub, her personal reference to it. Slowly I drove my finger into her while gliding the length of my finger over her nub. In and out I repeated with growing speed. Dakota’s breathing became panting. I had few seconds before she would wake.
I pressed my thumb onto the top of her bulge, squeezing the fatty tissue between my moving index finger and thumb. Her vaginal fluids ran down the back of my intruding finger and drained out the tiny opening it made into the open air; a tiny opening it was, but still an opening nonetheless compared to the incredibly tightly closed lips of her vagina.
In the fuzzy world between consciousness and unconsciousness, Dakota’s vocal cords quivered in moans as her hips began shivering. Neither of us two knew whether she was awake or not but the high of her orgasm pushed her out of whatever world she currently occupied and into a black one where the only one of five senses she used was her touch.
Her small legs squeezed together as her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles squeezed my index finger, almost as if they were sucking me in. Her twitching sweaty legs broke at the knees and began rising a bit as her butt cheeks pressed themselves into the soft mattress. The Princess’s head jerked about with her eyes scrunched shut as a constant tone reverberated from her throat. She was holding her breath. Her entire body was tense. I think I might have outdone myself today. I wish my birthday started out this well.
Her meek moans became pulses as her little hips bumped up and down. I wiggled my finger around inside of her. Her moans broke into spurted grunts. Her self-made liquids oozed over my finger as her orgasm peaked. Just to tease her a bit more, I ripped my finger out of her legs; I thrust it back in. She was in climax and I repeatedly jammed the entire length of my finger inside of her, took it all the way out, and jammed it back in. It was not an easy task; her contracting muscles sure did not agree with my teasing finger as they fought for it to remain motionless.
Dakota’s body began writhing a bit. She was crossing into a second, simultaneous orgasm. In and out, in and out; I jammed my finger through her body and fought against her strong vaginal muscles that gripped and sucked at my finger. More liquid spilled from her tiniest little slit and down her butt crack onto her sheets.
One last time, I jabbed my finger into her and pressed my palm into her engorged bulge.
Squeezing my palm into her swollen vagina, I felt her muscles begin relaxing. Her eyes opened and she stared at me.
“If only all my birthday presents were that incredibly great,” she gasped.
“You’re becoming Queen today,” I reminded in attempt to draw attention away from having just masturbated her.
“I’m still Dakota to you,” she cried as I slowly slipped my soaking finger from her vagina.

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Wanting you (part1)

So, we just talked and I let you know that I would probably be and hour late. I’m so sorry, I promise to make it up to you. You understand, and will be waiting. So you slip into a warm tub to relax. To take your mind off of things. And settle in to wait.
But I only said that to see just what you would do with the free time. I slip inside the room, you don’t hear me. I hear water running, hmmm must be bath time. I peek through the open door and see soft candle light, a tub of bubbles, and hear music. Perfect. I know you can’t hear me now. You have your head laid back, and seem to be dreaming away. Your arm resting on the edge of the tub. I notice a small motion in your arm, making me wonder what is going on. I peek further. Under those bubbles, I can see your finger tracing a line around your nipple. Even though I can’t see your nipple, I know it must be so hard already. You’ve wanted this for as long as I have. And now there’s a delay on my part………..so you think. I am enjoying this so much. As I watch, I can see that your other hand is resting lower. Where? I’m sure to find out soon enough.
I can see you moving ever so slightly. I’m sure that your fingers are doing such wonderful things to your body, but I don’t want to wait much longer. I undress, and stand and watch just a while longer. I can’t take my eyes off of you. I know what is happening under those bubbles, but I can’t see them. It’s so erotic, my mind is racing in every direction. Trying to figure out what I need to do, I notice that my hand has wrapped around my cock. It’s so hard. Slowly stroking my shaft as I relish in your self-pleasure. I don’t want to interupt, but I need to feel your body against me. I slip quietly up behind you, and reach down to your soft warm breasts. I was right, your nipples are so hard. I can’t wait to taste them. But I want to help finish what you started.
I slip behind you in the tub. You can feel my hardness against your back. Straining, pulsating, seeming to grow harder and harder. I take your soft wet tits in my hands, squeezing, caressing. Pinching your nipples harder. I whisper for you to continue. I want to share this with you. Your fingers find their way back between your legs. Tell me what it feels like. So soft, lips so full, engorged, quivering, wanting, expecting…………….pleasure. mmmmmmmm Slip a finger inside. Tell me. Is it wet? Warm? Tight? Your pussy is sexy. I feel you push back against me. My cock so hard. I whisper, soon……….very soon.
I reach down, and softly grasp a few of your little pussy hairs. I give them a gentle tug as your fingers stroke deeper inside you.I reach for those few little hairs that are on your pussy lips…………..pulling, it almost hurts, but for some reason, it doesn’t. It makes you groan. I smile. Licking, sucking, kissing your neck. Small bumps form all over your body………. have I found a nerve here? I can feel your fingers spreading your pussy wider, my fingers join in. As I hold your pussy open, your fingers slip back inside. Deeper. Long………………….. slow……………………direct………….. stroking in and out. Your finger finds that hard little spot. It is so hard. So ready. So excited. “Let me,” I whisper. Your fingers reach to spread your lips for me…………….my finger feels for your wet pussy opening. Slipping first one, then another finger inside. I start small strokes just inside your sweet tight little hole. Teasing. Another finger starts to caress your clit. It is so hard. All I’m thinking is that I can not wait to take this in my mouth, thinking soon…………………….very soon.
I can feel you getting tighter, wetter………………..you are so close now. I feel you pushing harder and harder against my cock. I am so close to cumming, what I really want to do is just grab my shaft in my hand and stroke it until I explode. But this is for you…..I want you to cum so hard…….so good…….so long………I want to feel your pleasure. My fingers are stroking deeper inside you. Faster inside you. Harder inside you. I can see your nipples so hard…………….you want to cum don’t you? I can sense that you are right there, so I lean close to your ear………………….slipping my fingers all the way inside your pussy…………. I stroke one last time across your clit, and tell you, “Cum for me NOW!!!!” I hear a moan from so deep inside you, your body tenses, your nipples are so swollen and hard…………………….and your pussy…………………. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM………… your pussy is squeezing my fingers oh so hard.

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