My hands rub over my body, trying duplicate the touch of his firm body, then changing to a caress as he moulds my aching breasts; aching for him.

Fingers briefly and tantalizingly pinch at a nipple and I half-heartedly protest, willing him to inflict more pleasure on it and its partner. His hands alternate between stroking my breasts from chest to nipple, from nipple to lower chest, and a sudden, rough tweak at a nipple rapidly engorging with the blood that my pounding heart is pulsing through my body.

Lips rain kisses over my face and I desperately struggle to catch them on my own lips. When I do they tease me, first pecking quickly, softly, then more firmly until our mouths are locked in passion, our tongues entwined.

With a fist I simulate his knee as it pushes insistently between my thighs, and I obey its command by bending one knee, thus exposing the target the knee seeks. In a series of forward and backward strokes my fist progresses ever nearer my heat; so near yet not in contact. My hips wriggle down the bed, endeavouring to close the distance. Finally fist and pussy meet, and whereas my lover would allow me only a brief pleasure, I indulge myself and press the fist firmly into my crotch.

The hand on my breast continues to squeeze and pinch, and a little effort brings one nipple to my mouth; my lips become his. As my tongue licks, and my teeth nibble I softly moan his name and beg that the sweet tongue that entwined with mine now pleasures the lips of my pussy.

The fist in my crotch becomes his face, then a finger his tongue, running over my naked pubes and either side of my pussy.

In a desperate effort to have the tongue inside me my hips thrust towards it, but just as would my lover, it teases me.
I am so hot, my pussy so wet and in need, I cannot simulate any longer my lover's restraint and teasing, and I allow my fingers complete access to my pussy.

Gently, fingers explore, feeling how puffy have become the outer lips, touching the normally hidden inner lips that now protrude. Lips now so sensitive, so covered by juices flowing from within. I cannot resist putting my fingers to my mouth,
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imagining my lover sharing the pleasure he derives from the taste of me.

Oh hell, I need him! I want him deep inside me, filling me with his flesh. Flesh that forces apart the lips that my fingers now frantically pull and rub, reaches so deep, bringing exquisite pleasure to the whole of my pussy; pleasure that permeates my entire body.

The fingers of one hand plunge inside me as those of the other alternately rub then pinch at my clitoris. My hips thrust upwards to force the pleasuring fingers deeper, and then buck up and down to reinforce the thrusts.

Faster, harder. I hear my voice calling him. My body is soaked in perspiration.
Then in the depths of my groin begins to grow that exquisite sensation. It builds as I continue to plunge my fingers inside me. But I must abandon this simulated cock and concentrate on the button that will produce the ultimate pleasure.

All thoughts of simulation now give way to my desires for stimulation, and as my orgasm builds I rub harder at my clit with one hand as the other alternates between rubbing my pussy lips and plunging deep inside.

Then it happens, spreading from deep within me; concentrated in the depths of my pussy then to my ass, then permeating my whole body; exquisite pulsing - almost pain, involuntarily I scream with pleasure and I slump into the bed, exhausted.

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My mom is quite horny, even for her age. Sometimes I see her masturbating solo with a cucumber in the toilet, she lost her dilido. And I wsa just like " what is it mom?"

She started up the com again and the porn was there. She turned to me and bent down slowly. Wow, my mom is horny again. I stared hard at her 34C breasts and she said " Nice, son?" I nodded and my penis erected again.

My mom got up and lifted her shirt. She unhooked her bra and passed it to me. I smell it and she began sucking my penis. The feeling was jsut so good, and I was shuddering continuously. "Let it go son!" I did and shot all my semen into her mouth and she licked it all up.

My penis was still erected and she started playing with my penis again. I reached forward and groped her breasts and she smiled. I groped harder. It was firm and I felt it getting harder by the minute.

"Can I have sex with you?" I was like stunned. I nodded hard and she stood up and pulled down her shorts. She had a black lacy panties and I pulled it down to expose her hairy vagina. My dick was throbbing as she sat on my lap and pushed my penis inside her.

I was screaming away in pleasure as I never felt anything like that. She bounced vigourously and I just laid back and did nothing as I ejaculated again inside her.

We got up and she told me to keep it a secret. I smiled and agreed. Now my mom and I constantly have sex when we are alone together.

     Evelyn's hand snaked is way down to the button of her jeans. Slowly, she unbutton them as if to make sure no one was around, but there was no one, it was just her and this burning desire that had to be cooled. She slid her hand down into her cotton panties. Some how this just seemed right. “No one was meant to go on like this,” Evelyn said herself.   

       Her hand slowly begins to rub that forbidden place. Her fingers slowly spreaded her black curls and rub her clit. This feeling drove her into exploring more. Evelyn slid down the door a little further. Her middle finger made its way down to her wetness. She surprised by it. It turned her on.

        Evelyn placed her middle finger into your wetness.  She slowly begin to move it in and out. In and out. In and out. This feeling was driving her crazy. Oh, how she wished this was him. She wanted him to be doing to this. She wanted him to touch her this way. Evelyn paused to slide her panties and jeans down to her ankles. They restricted her. She couldn’t get the full range.

       She spread her legs wider. She placed her hand back in its position. Evelyn begin to pump her middle finger in and out of herself. She was love this feeling. She slid her other hand down to join the fun. With this other hand, she rub her clit as when she started this sweet sin. Evelyn rubbed, spread and pulled at it. All while moving her middle finger in and out. In and out. Rub and spread.

      She had made her own rhythm. Evelyn got bold and added anther finger beside her middle finger. It hurt, but it felt so good. She continue the rhythm while all in your head, you thought him. Him with his deep brown eyes that stared into her soul. Him with his beautiful full lips on hers. She thought about his strong arms surrounding you. His smell. Everything that was him.

      Evelyn quicken this madden rhythm with every thought of him. She just wanted him to be here. Be here to help cool this burning desire that he caused. She wanted him to do things to you. She want him to tie you to the bed, spread chocolate syrup all over you and lick it off slowly. Driving her insane with his tongue. She wanted him to taste her.  Deep down, she wanted to taste him too.

       She want to do all the things she taught not to do. Every nasty thought that had ever crossed Evelyn's little mind, she wanted to do. She wanted be spanked, to get caught in a public bathroom, to be fuck hard in the backseat of a car. She wanted to do it in the park while it rained. She want to scream his name at the top of your lungs in a quiet movie theater. She wanted to be on top, making him morn and grip the sheets.  She wanted him to pull your hair and make her call him daddy.

          The thing Evelyn wanted the most was to shed this good girl image and run free without conviction.  She wanted to be the nasty person she is in her head. She wanted this more than any thing in the world. And it was all because of this boy. He just drives her crazy. Crazy for him. 

        The pace of her rhythm became faster. Evelyn could feel herself on the verge something. Something wonderful. She continue this dangerous pace until. Until her muscles tighten around her finger. Evelyn felt the wonderful surge of energy run throughout her body it felt like lighting. She felt mixed emotions. She felt like crying and screaming at the same time.  She didn’t want this feeling to leave. It slowly subsided. Evelyn were panting and sweaty. She planted her back on the door, so she wanted slide any futher. 

         Evelyn love this feeling of freedom, but slowly guilt and the feeling of dirtiness replace freedom. She pulled her fingers out of herself.  She started to cry. She felt so dirty. Evelyn pulled her jeans off her ankles. She walked down the hall, undressing, to the bathroom. Evelyn turned on the shower. She washed her hands in the sink to get rid of her smell and juices. She can't bare to look at herself in the mirror. It pained her too much. 

          She lifted to the toliet seat and sat down, waiting for the water to become the right temperature. Suddenly she had this overwhelming feeling to pee, so she release your bladder. Evelyn get this strange feeling as the urine left her body. It felt good, but hurt at the sometime. It quickly passed. She wiped herself and stepped into the steaming shower. The water seemed to cleanse her body, but not her soul. She felt so convicted. She hated this feeling.

      “I didn’t do anything someone else hasn’t done,” Evelyn said out loud to comfort herself. She filled her sponge with a melon smelling gel. She washed her body until her carmel skin was tinted red. She turned off the water and gripped the black towel that hung on the rail on the wall. Eve walked into her room.

       She had the walls crimson red, plush white carpet on the floor and gold Egyptain Cotton sheets covered a queen sized four poster bed. The dresser, armoire and night-side table was black. She had a very large mirror hung on the left side of the room. She sighed and walked to her dresser. She shyed away from it mirror.  She pulled a extra large blue  t-shirt and a pair of green panties out of her dresser's drawer.    

         She threw them on the bed, right along with herself. She just couldn’t shake this feeling. Evelyn dried herself and placed the clothes on her body. She didn’t bother to rub any lotion on. She had had enough rubbing for the night. She pulled the covers over her head. Evelyn wished he was here beside her. To hold her. “Maybe if he had done this, I wouldn't feel so bad,” she thought to herself. She didn’t think of it no further. She pulled her purple stuffed monkey to her chest and floated to sleep.

 

 

I had very unnatural thoughts run through my mind and I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't care, I picked them up and smelled.  I could smell the very great scent of her little virgin pussy also.  She smelled great.  I had a hard on like never before.  I was almost going to loose it right there in the hamper.  I carried Katie’s panties to the bed and wrapped them around my face so I could constantly smell them.

I began jacking off, a satisfaction I had never felt from my hand before.  Just as I was about to cum, I pulled the panties down to my dick and sprayed one of the biggest loads of my life into them.  There was cum all over them.  I laid on the bed for what seemed like hours until I built up the energy to get up and go get clean.  I thought to myself, "There will be a lot more of this."

Back behind the wheel her mind wandered to her goal. Aspen beach was about 30 miles from her home town. She had decided to go on an adventure there last week when she had overheard Gillian telling Sam about the night she had spent there with her new dreamboat Darren Shepherd; as the somewhat dizzy Gillian had propped up the water-cooler and relayed her tale of romance to an allegedly engrossed Sam, Sarah caught a little of the wonder-lust. However, no dreamboat for her, she was alone by choice.

She prided herself on being in command. At 29 she was successful and relatively well off by dint of her inheritance and self-made success. She had no need for a man. When she needed sex she went out and 9.5 times out of 10 got it but in the morning she was polite but short exchange of numbers were rare and only granted to the privileged few that impressed her sufficiently to be useful in the future.

The wine and its companion glass chimed in harmony in the back as the BM grappled with the scrub cum car park. She was going to have a midnight liquid picnic, ‘me time’ as the kitsch self help books called it. Laying back and pouring herself a glass of Shiraz she lay down flat on her back and, letting her mind wander, gazed at the milky black/blue of a moonlit sky.