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Big Girl

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Lois Helmers was lonely. It had been such a long time since she had been with a man, she could hardly remember when. Not exactly young any more at thirty six, her real problem was the one hundred thirty pounds she had gained in the past ten years. She was now tipping the scales at a cool two hundred seventy five pounds. As she packed on the fat, her social life had taken a nose dive, and while she had been a fairly attractive woman her appetite for rich foods had turned her into a fat cow! Her tits were mammoth, but so were her hips and legs and there weren't too many men that would be interested in a girl her size. Her love life consisted of her vibrator and a once a month call to a phone sex line, which was not exactly fulfilling or intimate!

Even though she knew it was hopeless

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, she had decided that tonight she wasn't going to stay at home! She was going to go out and have a nice dinner and have a few drinks at the bar. Her mother had been on her case for months to get out in the world and at least put herself in position to meet someone. She always said, "You'll never find him in your kitchen!!!" So tonight was the night to go out on the town. Looking in the mirror before she left, Lois shook her head one last time, and headed out the door. She had read about a new Italian restaurant that had just opened and decided to give it a try. When she entered the front door she could see that a lot of people were waiting in line to get a table, so she gave her name to the hostess, and went into the bar to kill the half hour wait for her table. Taking the end stool, she ordered a screw driver and watched the college football game on the TV in back of the bar. Sipping her drink and casually watching the screen, she barely noticed when a man tapped her on the arm and asked her if anyone was using the empty seat next to her. Shaking her head no, she said, "Go ahead and sit down, no one's using it." Looking back at the game, she didn't pay much attention when the man sat down and ordered his drink. It was only when he asked her, "Who's winning," that she paid him any notice. "Uh, UCLA I think," she answered, turning her head to look at him, "I'm really not paying much attention, I'm just waiting for my table in the restaurant side and it's going to be a good half hour yet." "Say," he offered, "if you're eating alone, why not join me, no use taking up two tables on such a busy night!" Giving him a quick once over, Lois decided, why not, and said, "Sure, that would be nice!" For the next half hour the two of them talked about their jobs and all the other small talk new acquaintances exchange. Dinner seemed to fly by, and Lois was sorry that her evening with Cory, that was his name, was coming to an end. Cory picked up the check and said, "My treat!" Walking out into the cool night air, Lois expected Cory take his leave, but that didn't happen, in stead, he said, "Let's walk for a while and let that dinner settle a little bit, okay?" Offering Lois his arm, she took it and replied, "A walk sounds good!" Strolling arm in arm, looking into the store windows, the two of them were just enjoying each other's company. Lois didn't want to scare Cory off, she really liked him, but she decided it was time to take a chance. She then asked him, "How about coming up to my place for a nightcap?" Lois was holding her breath, waiting for what seemed like hours until he answered, "I could use a glass of wine it you've got some!" Twenty minutes later they were riding up the elevator to Lois' apartment.

While Lois made the drinks, Cory wandered around the living room checking the place out. Lois came in and found him playing with here stereo. "How about some music," he asked? "Good idea," she replied, and stuck in a Sinatra CD and hit the play button. Both of them settled down on the couch with Frank crooning in the back ground. If there ever was a couple who looked like Mutt and Jeff, Cory and Lois fit the bill to a tee, Lois, large and imposing, while Cory was short and skinny. Lois was now feeling the affect of all the liquor she had consumed that evening, as her pussy was dripping wet and her clit had hardened in anticipation of an orgasm. It had been so long for Lois that she was sexually on the edge of a cliff and it would only take one little shove to push her over it! That shove came when Cory casually rested his hand on her thick thigh. Lois turned to face Cory leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Cory quickly responded and returned the kiss, slipping his tongue into Lois' open mouth. Breathing haltingly, Lois pulled away and asked, "Would you like to suck these," as she opened up the top of her dress exposing her breast filled bra?" Cory, with shaking hands, felt the huge tits through the heavy bra material. "I love big tits," he whispered hoarsely into her ear! Upon hearing that, Lois stood up and shook out of her dress and stood before him in bra, panties, and pantyhose. Cory had never seen such a large women in her under things, and he was transfixed! Lois reached behind her back and undid the clasps on her bra and it fell away exposing her chest causing Cory to suck in a breath and stare at the massive udders only inches from his face! "Come to momma," ordered Lois as she took his head and pulled it to her nipple, "that's right, suck on momma's nipples, be a good boy and make momma feel good!" Cory tried, but could only get a very small portion of the huge nipple into his mouth. He was almost being smothered by a mountain of tit flesh, but he didn't care, all he could think about was having his mouth on that beautiful chest! By now Lois' clit was becoming very impatient, and she felt the incredible need to show Cory her pussy. Pulling away for just a minute, Lois tugged off her pantyhose and panties, and now stood naked in front of a man for the first time in years! Even though she had rolls of fat, she could sense that Cory wasn't at all repulsed by her appearance, and that he was really turned on by her large size!

Sitting back down on the couch she said, "I stripped for you, now you strip for me, okay?" Now it was Cory's to slowly remove his clothing in front of a total stranger. When he was down to his boxers, Lois could see the out line of his pecker trapped inside. "Let me," she said, and reached out and pulled down his shorts. To her utter amazement, Cory had the largest cock she had ever in her life! At least eight inches long and very thick, it stuck out at a forty five degree upward angle, a drop of precum hung from the little slit on the end of his cock, and Lois involuntarily leaned out and lick it off. Having tasted the big penis, Lois now wanted to eat it, and she opened her mouth and let the smooth head slide into her hungry mouth! "God this tastes good," she thought, as she moved her head up and down, licking and sucking the entire shaft. Cory just stood calmly in front of her, allowing her to get her fill of his pecker. Lois had never let anyone cum in her mouth, but she was now in a sexual frenzy, and all she could think about was milking the big dick into her hungry throat! Almost without warning her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot cum, that Lois greedily drank down! Cory gave out a low moan as his pecker jerked into the fat girl's mouth!

"Thank you, thank you," was all Lois said as she licked and sucked his cock clean of it's cum! "Now it's my turn," said Cory, as he dropped to his knees between Lois' massive thighs. Gently pushing her legs apart, Cory saw the huge hair pie that was wet along the length of it's slit, and right in the middle of this pubic jungle a little pink head stood out, seemingly crying for attention! Lois' clit was now throbbing with lust, and Cory excited it even more when he ran his tongue over it's slick little head! Lois moaned loud and long as he worked his tongue up and down her hot lips. "Do my clit," she pleaded, "please do my clit!!!" Cory chuckled, but bored in on his target with renewed fervor! The big woman was now completely in his control, and he meant to have his way with her! As long as that tongue stay on her clit, Lois wouldn't have cared if the Russians invaded Times Square, this was her first oral sex orgasm in over eight years and it was like a tsunami hitting the beach! A tidal wave swept through her loins causing her clamp her legs around Cory's head, and while holding his breath, Cory finished her off with a series of licks directly to the end of her clit! Her orgasm fading, she released her grip on him as she lay exhausted, totally spent!

Several minutes past by, and Lois was roused back to reality when she felt something hard against the opening of her vagina. Cory was getting ready to fuck her! She shifted her position to give Cory a better angle for entry, then he slowly slid his big member into her love box! When he finally had it all the way in, Lois had another orgasm as her cunt had never been stretched like this before, and it felt wonderful to filled to over flowing! Cory looked down to see the huge chest under him, and his boner seemed to get even harder, and while moving in and out of her pussy, he leaned down and took a big nipple into his mouth. Lois could not believe the rush that was going through her body! Her pussy was defenseless against the massive attack Cory had unleashed on it! It was a total invasion, but in this case a welcome one! Both of them were now beyond the point of no return, and through gritted teeth Lois begged for him to fuck her faster!!! Upon hearing that, Cory slammed her pussy even harder, and within seconds the big dick again was spurting it's cum into the fat girl as Cory let out a loud groan as his cum filled her wet pussy while Lois' cunt gripped the big pecker as she erupted in another shattering climax! Cory stammered, "You're the best fuck I have ever had, and I'm not kidding!!!" "You too," Lois countered, as she stroked his head, holding it to her breast!

As they lay quietly together, savoring the moment, Lois thought that now she had something to tell her mom, well not EVERTHING!!!

 

THE END

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Back To The Future

Peter_Pan on Sex Stories

    Funny thing technology, it can work for you or against you. The internet for example - marvellous opportunities for communication and research, but it also enables people to trace you - some that you may quite possibly prefer couldn't! Outraged husbands you have cuckolded, ex-wives seeking all those withheld alimony payments. The group of retirees you fleeced of their life-savings with that fake investment scam.

    But then there was Amy!

    For those of you who have read my last published account "On The Banks of the Ohio" you will know who she is.

    Not twenty-four hours after that story appeared last week I received an email from Amy herself who incredibly, had read the account

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, and which she wrote in her email had emotionally drained her, as she re-lived in her own mind, all we shared so intimately that afternoon almost eight long years ago.

    We have neither corresponded or been in contact with one another all that time.

    Just twenty-four now herself, her communique filled in those missing years whilst mine back to her, achieved a similar purpose. She wrote of her regret that we were apparently never to see each other again and that for quite some time afterwards, she had cried herself to sleep wishing she could have spent more time with me. Fortuitous though it was that she had not fallen pregnant that day. Such an eventuality quite obviously not the ideal upshot, with two years of school yet to run.

    I confided to her that my on-going journey to Columbus and beyond that evening, was not without great sadness to myself and that had it not been for my strict work itinerary, my impulse was to go back to New Richmond and tell her that which I felt, despite the inappropriate age-difference.

   "Well I don't live all that far from there now," she emailed, "Do you still feel like coming back to tell me?"

    Having been a creature of impulse all my life, I was on the first plane out of Sydney, Tuesday morning.

    Barely four weeks since I completed the same thirteen-and-a-half hour haul out to 'Frisco en route to Denver, at least I could look forward to a different forwarding flight - to Columbus this time. I felt like a drive - which was just as well, Springfield is some ninety-five minutes due west of the city (OK, eighty minutes the way I drive) along Interstate 70.

    Picking up a Chrysler Sebring from a cute little brunette, resident at Thrifty's sales desk at Columbus International, I hit the highway, wondering what seven years or so might have done to my recalled images of young Amy. Then I glanced in the rear-vision mirror. Yikes! what had those same years wreaked on my crowning glory, not to mention that unsightly roll gathering prominence around my waistline. For a moment I hoped that her looks had faded too - somewhat levelling the playing field, I rationalised.

    The Marriott Courtyard on South Fountain, sandwiched between West Main and West High Streets is a class act any way you look at it and the food they dish up in the Meta Urban bistro there is worth a stay in itself.

    Unpacking the small amount of luggage I had brought, I called Amy's cellphone, it being mid-afternoon.

   "Hello," she answered, almost shyly. The soft voice sounded exactly as I remembered it.

   "Is it too late in the day for hotcakes?" I enquired.

    I suspect she was about to say "Pardon me?" but then I heard a little gasp of surprise instead.

   "Is that you Noel?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you in Springfield already?"

   "Well either that, or you're talking to some incredibly well- programmed hologram sweetheart," I told her. "Yep just checked into the Marriott Courtyard Hotel - you know where that is?"

   "Oh yes," she answered, "Want me to come over now?"

   "Up to you," I countered. "You can just send me an email instead if you prefer." She giggled...the most delightful of girlish attributes.

   "I'll take my chances," she whispered.

   "Silly girl," I replied hitting "end call." Wonderful thing international roam!

    Not forty minutes later, the lightest of knocks on my door.

   "Thank God, my hot-cakes at last." I said, swinging wide the door to my suite.

    Takes a lot to surprise me. What stood on my thresh-hold definitely surprised me. Now she looked only nineteen...if that! Same hair, same face - same beautiful figure..absolutely nothing changed. I was almost embarrassed to be there.

   "OK Amy," I muttered "This some sort of illusion? You got George Lucas' Industrial Light and Magic working on your case? What's the story here?...you hardly look a day different!"

    Her blushing just made her look younger still.

   "Well, I guess you may as well come in sweetheart." I told her, taking her arm and propelling her into my room. Catches like this you definitely don't toss back in the river.

   "Would you like a drink Amy?" I asked, glancing towards the mini-bar. "Nothing less than ten bucks a can I'd be guessing. Maybe if we both have one they'll discount the bill at check-out?"

   "Why don't we go out and have something?" she suggested, smiling prettily.

    I wasn't really listening, taking in the vision standing there. Short but ultimately tasteful little midnight-blue skirt, cream colored top with lacy edging and the same tiny gold pendant she had worn that day in New Richmond. Flawless little face with not a line to suggest she was now approaching her mid twenties. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was cut much the same as it had been all those years ago. Worse, my fully depraved faculties were wishing she had worn that sexy little school uniform again. I thought it best not to mention this particular fact.

    Putting my arm around her waist, I found a pair of lips in close proximity to my own. Does a cat pass-up a sparrow within a paw's reach? No way - nor was I likely to allow so golden an opportunity to pass unchecked.

    She tasted even better. Slipping her arms around my neck, she returned my kiss with much the same passion I recall us mustering that day down by the Ohio river.

   "Yeah, well about that little walk," I coughed nervously. Another few moments like this and the "do not disturb" sign would have been getting a work-out!

    Again that cheekiest of smiles. I just grabbed her hand and we took off.

    Strolling northwards along Fountain Avenue we came across a hospitable little eatery called "Station 1." Whilst not exactly a five star restaurant....it is after all, eat-in or take-away, the menu was good and the décor acceptable. I had me an enormous ham and turkey club sandwich that was big enough to need scaffolding, while Amy settled for their "Philly Cheesesteak" - a tempting steak, onion, peppers and provolone creation that would satisfy anyone nudging starvation. We shared a plate of french fries.

    Conversationally we touched on anything and everything from recalled moments of shared intimacy that day in New Richmond, to "Dubya's" likely short-term hold on the Presidency. I learned that Amy was basically unattached, as was I of course, and that despite the occasional boyfriend, no one had yet put down a holding deposit. Not that Amy herself had come across anyone likely to be invited to do so.

    Pigged-out and refreshed, we strolled back along Main Street looking at a few shops but ultimately conversation of a wholly different nature seemed to be indicated and thus we returned to the Courtyard.

    Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed while I shifted a few things into the cupboard, she giggled softly.

   "This is way comfier than last time I was with you."

    Whether by design or accident, I rather think the latter, I could hardly fail to notice suddenly that the hemline of her skirt had shifted well up her thighs and if that wasn't a glimmer of enticing light-colored material snuggling up there just beyond the periphery of my up-skirt vision, then fancy was outstripping reality.

    I sat down beside her.

    "You thinking what I'm hoping?" I asked her softly.

    "Uh huh," was all she muttered. It was all she had to.

     The thing about lacy little blouses is, they're such fun to unbutton. Most especially when beneath, one comes across the skimpiest of silky bras that the designers have so thoughtfully equipped with a front clasp. Even as Amy lay back on the coverlet, her hair splayed attractively all over the pillow, I kissed her still rather petite breasts through the almost transparent material whilst dexterously unhooking her bra cups. Sliding them aside, her pretty breasts lay exposed to my vision just as they had all those years ago. I desired them equally and even as I drew down softly on her right nipple, feeling imminently, the softness swell between my lips, I could sense her body tensing momentarily - not with any trepidation I knew, but rather the knowledge of what was to come.

   "You are the most beautiful girl Amy," I whispered to her, running my hands across both breasts and teasing her nipples to the erect stage I think we both wanted to see them. She looked up me with the same vulnerable appeal that she had that day when still sixteen and I caressed her hair and kissed her gently on the lips.

    I think it was at that point it turned serious!

    She made no move to resist me as I tugged that tight little skirt higher, exposing fully now her pastel blue undies...which, if not a girl's most erotically charged undergarment, is the gateway to unfettered pleasured fantasy.

    Applying the gentlest of friction to the front of her panties I revelled in her escalating desire and slipping my hand beneath the waistband, located the true heat source, concealed as it was 'midst a downy softness that no man-made fibre could replicate.

    Hastily peeling her panties down I separated her labia and commenced a lateral caress of her wonderfully soft and moist inner lips. Her wide-eyed acceptance of her immediate fate fully approved and date-stamped.

   "Do I have to tell you what I felt that night Amy as I drove away from New Richmond?" I muttered softly, kissing her intermittently.

   "I had tears in my eyes all the way back to Columbus," if you really want to know." She looked up at me, those same tears in her eyes now.

   "I want you Noel," she whispered barely audibly. She needn't have!

   "Yeah? Well guess what? I ain't rushing off this time sweetheart." I told her. As I spoke, I parted her legs and having already extricated what might be considered, my "tool of trade," positioned myself where I knew others must inevitably have been....though none could ever claim to have been there first. It wasn't an aspect needed further contemplation I figured.

    It's kind of an old cliché to say we were then "lost in the rhythm," yet this is how it was. Not a case of two biologically driven teenagers answering the call of lust. No "obligatory" union between long marrieds that rarely gets out of first gear and definitely no fumbling amateurs hoping for the best, yet discovering the least. We made love, pure and simple and at the point she clung to me as I substantially raised her fluid level, she smiled up at me with that sexy "cat that just finished off the cream" expression that girls are so good at.

   "That was soo loving," she whispered, fully in a post orgasmic haze now. I was floating too, on an ocean of my own making. This was no more than the aperitif.

    I think I had her naked in less than a minute and under the covers, where I joined her for early afternoon mass. Pulling her astride me, it was very much a case of "Father Forgive me for what I know I'm going to do!"

    That hot little mouth was more than willing to share its pent-up desire with my own. Kissing her with all the passion I could accrue, I had to admire her complete mastery of the occasion. Spreading her legs to the max to thus allow her access to guide me deep inside her, I was left with my own hands free with which to explore her youthful body and its many interesting crevices.

    No matter what your experience in these things, all girls are different and each one weaves an individual magic all her own. I have had the greatest fortune to have been dealt the opportunity to caress many young girls hot little bottoms, some of dubious age I will be the first to admit. Each and every one has been a treasured moment in time and Wednesday's exploratory of Amy's sexy little rear-end was definitely no exception. There is actually nothing greatly more arousing than smoothing your way over a young girl's rearward curves, even as you thrust up hard inside her. Her vulnerability at such times is extreme and its kinda fun also to wonder what her father would be thinking, if only he knew.

    With her firm breasts making the most delightful contact with my upper chest and her hair all over my face as she wriggled contentedly, I can't actually picture a more pleasant position to be in.

   "Three more thrusts should do it," I was thinking somewhat proudly. As it happened, two was all it took and even as she ground her hips against mine to better facilitate that final delivery mechanism, I pulled the hair from her eyes, so's I could watch her expression as I pumped everything I had left deep inside that most private of feminine receptacles.

   "You're trying to kill me Amy, right?" I spluttered between my on-going respiratory distress, "Death by pleasure - that's the intent here I'm guessing."

   "Can't you keep up with a twenty-four year old?" she giggled softly.

   "Twenty-four?" I replied. "I'm pretending you're almost fourteen sweetie, what's your problem!"

   "You're disgusting," she fired back, "But c'mon I want you to fuck me again." She wriggled her hips once more, as if I even needed further encouragement.

   "Ohh, this is getting serious Amy," I muttered. "You're using the "f" word now. Have you no shame?"

   "Not with you," she giggled as I manoeueverd her on top of me, but on her back this time.

    There is no more vulnerable a position than this for a girl. Her breasts wholly at your digital mercy, her pussy too...especially if she opts to spread her legs to the limit of her muscular capability. If you can't get her pregnant in that pose - give it away my friend.

    From my viewpoint, pretty much going through the motions, given my fully depleted stock but Amy was far from replete.

    Rubbing and pulling her breasts like the deviate I can be, I had her whimpering and moaning with consummate ease. Though I'm not sure it wasn't my pleasured moaning I was actually hearing. No matter, finding that I was now able to ease a finger inside her as well as my seven inches of penile insert was really hot stuff. Teasing her clitoral hood at the same time I was fucking her, really got the job done.

    "Don't stop, don't stop." She cried, fully over the edge and quite past any semblance of controlled emotion. Unsure just how long I could maintain this level of aggravated sexual conduct myself, I began to kiss her neck and this, to my everlasting gratitude, brought forth the desired conclusion.

    I held her breasts tightly, even as she was transported by one tsunami of an orgasm. I felt it radiating outwards...I think I even contributed a last few cubic millimeters of sticky stuff myself. Can't be sure though.

    The next eight hours we simply slept together blissfully. Amy cradled in my arms with her back to me as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders. Sex is great but closeness is everything.

    As I said to her when we woke just a few hours ago.

   "Where the Hell do we go from here?"

(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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The Meeting Part 5

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I awaken to my body being kissed; lots of little kisses which make me stretch and sigh. The kisses pause for a moment and then resume. This time a little licking is involved as the mouth explores my body. It’s not you that is doing it, too soft, not quite sure of what I like and is listening to my responses as it continues tasting me.



As my body awakens, my pussy becoming damp as the

mother's little sissyboy

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Mother's taboo intimate interest in her family-friendly debauchery leads the whole clan into a classic incestuous affair for decades. At first, her family's values were, do as mommy says.Everyone did as they were told gladly. The relentless mom started early on to "train" father, sis, and son to comply or get punished. Father had a penchant for his fetishes of his wifes lingerie. She encouraged

Raising the roof

Fantalies on Sex Stories

RAISING THE ROOF

In nothing but my robe I dip my foot in the bubbling jacuzzi to check the temp... Ding dong! Oh no who's that I curse under my breath, I leave the pool room and answer the door, oh my I gasp and there's this drop dead gorgeous guy standing there with his ladder under his arm, hi I'm Charlie he says, I've come to do the roof above the pool, it that right he looks down at his job sheet, oh oh yes sorry I'd forgot it was today giving my sexiest smile, but no response from him at all, a woman can normally tell if he fancies you back, oh but no sign at all:( i then show him round the back hoping my robe would slightly come apart and catch his eye, but oh no it won't budge done it up to tight!



I leave him erecting ( I wish! ) his ladder and go back in the pool room,

A Hot taxi hookup

vish26 on Sex Stories

This is the Hook-up

I am an Indian girl in USA, working, single. one day my friend called me and said she is in the same city as I am and we planned to meet.
I need to go meet a friend, I can't drive. So, I called for the Taxi.
Taxi arrived and I told him I need to go to this restaurant showing him the address as I don't know where it is.
He looked at the address and said 30 minutes madam.
"He is very handsome, lively and smiling - triggered something in me"
I sat in the back seat, he started Driving.
I Know he can see me from the mirror
he is so hot that I can't stop thinking about him.
We have arrived at the place and he asked me, if I would need a ride back.
I said yes- I would need a ride for sure.
I am taking money out - he said
'I will wait for you, we can settle that

Christmas Leave

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C H R I S T M A S  L E A V E

A young GI’s train ride




This is a true story, only the names have been changed, to protect the privacy of those involved.   If you like it let me know -- uncledan_1@hotmail.com

copyright by the author  2004

To ‘Lisa’, if you chance to read this, thanks for the many memories.  I have enjoyed them greatly over the years and hope that you might have also.

I have thought about this trip many times but this is my first attempt to try to write it down.  The story turned out much longer than I had expected.  If you are impatient, skip to the observat
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ion car.  Also keep in mind, for those of you that didn’t have to go through life before the ‘pill’ that things were very different then.  Viva la time between 1960 and 1980, after the pill and before AIDS!!!




 ( Day 1 )


   In 1959 I was stationed in Ft Ord, California.  I was 22 years old, 6 feet tall and 185 lbs.  I guess that I had been told that I was a handsome lad, but it hadn’t gone to my head, yet.  At that point in my life I suppose that the best thing I had going for me was a mischievous grin.  

   I hadn’t been back home to see my parents since the previous Christmas, so around Thanksgiving I applied for a 10-day Christmas leave.  Luckily it was approved and I started to make arrangements for travel.  At that time airline travel, if available, was beyond the reach of an average GI.  I never much cared for traveling by bus so that left the train.  It would be quicker and just as reasonable.  Besides from previous trips I found I really enjoyed sitting in the observation car and watching the countryside slide by.  Little did I know how much scenery I was going to miss on this trip.

   When the time arrived I took a bus to Oakland and boarded the Union Pacific for the long ride across California, Nevada, Utah, Wyoming and Nebraska.  I had packed a couple of books that I had been wanting to read and settled down for the trip.  In order to be eligible for a military discount ticket I was required to wear a ‘Dress Green’ uniform.  

   The train departed in the late afternoon, around 4 p.m., so it wasn’t long before the Porter came thru and announced that dinner was being served in the dining car.  I ate a light dinner and then wandered into the lounge car for a drink.

    The bar was quite small, L shaped and I believe about six or eight bar stools.  I had taken the end stool, up against the window.  Not being much of a drinker, I ordered a shot of Seagram 7 with a water back.  A trick I had learned in college was with this combination I could appear to be drinking while toying with the 7 and bending my elbow with the water.  Nobody seemed to notice, or at least they never said anything.

   Always a people watcher, I noticed a lady who had been in the dining car, as she entered the lounge car.  She appeared to be about 30 or so, a little older than I would normally take interest in  (Young and foolish that I was).  She was blond, about 5' 5", quite slim (Varga Girl if you remember), looking as if she had just double-checked to make sure that every thing was in the right place.  And it all seemed to be.  She was wearing a light gray ladies suit with a white high necked blouse, high heeled pumps and hose.  (Remember the days before panty hose?)  Her skirt was rather short for the time and tailored narrow accenting her figure.

   The lady approached the bar and seated herself, leaving one stool between us.  When the bartender arrived and asked her pleasure she ordered a Vodka and seven.

   When her drink arrived, she sampled it, sighed appreciatively and turned to me.

   “Enjoying the trip soldier?” she asked, smiling pleasantly.

   “Yes ma’am,” I replied, “trains have always fascinated me and I love to sit and watch the countryside stream by.”

   “Me too,” she said, “the motion of the cars and the sound of the wheels on the tracks are so relaxing.”

   “I’m headed to Chicago,” she said, “where are you bound?”

   “I’m going home to central Nebraska to see my parents for Christmas” I replied.

   We chatted for a while about things in general.  She had been born and raised on a farm in Iowa so we were both Midwestern farm kids.  She was just recently divorced and was going to stay with her sister for the holidays and then was headed back to California after the first of the year.  I told her that after college I still had no idea what I wanted in life so I had enlisted in the Army.

   After a few minutes she slid off her stool, displaying a very shapely calf and some nice thigh, and moved over to sit down next to me.  I was sure that she had noticed the attention I had given to the exposure of flesh but gave no indication that she knew or cared.

   When she sat closer, I became aware of the scent of her perfume, the same scent that the first girl I dated more than casually, always wore.  To this day that aroma brings back memories whenever I encounter it, a sweet and wistful nostalgia.

   After about ten minutes, Lisa suggested that we go to the observation car as a nearly full moon had risen.  She ordered another drink and I got a refill on my water.   I let her lead the way thru the cars and up the stairs to the observation deck, throughly enjoying the view of her slim waist and shapely hips.  Other than the moonlight the only illumination was small lights near the floor that lighted the aisle.  She led the way to a center seat and sat closest to the window.

   The moon shone brightly, casting a silvery romantic glow on everything as telegraph poles whizzed by in the night.  We discussed the pros and cons of growing up on a farm.  We talked about our activities in high school and college, finding that we had a number of common interests.

   Some comment struck us as funny and as she laughed she placed her hand on mine.  Without conscious thought I gently squeezed her hand and immediately became aware of her silky smooth skin.  She made no effort to remove her hand but instead continued to hold and discretely massage my fingers.  At that age any contact such as that stirred a sudden sexual response.  Trying to get more comfortable I shifted slightly to relieve the growing pressure, hoping that she wouldn’t notice.

   The conversation took a sudden turn in subject as she began to question me about the girls I had dated.

   “Are you currently involved with anyone?” she asked.

   “No,” I replied, “I still have some good friends at home, one girl that I write to and will probably go out with when I’m home, but no romantic involvement at the moment.”

   “Who was your favorite girl and why?” she queried.

   I hesitated, going over the girls I had known.

  “Oh come on,” she chided, “don’t be bashful.”

   Finally I replied, “I hope you won’t think badly of me, but I believe that my all time favorite is a cousin of mine that is two years older than I.”

   Her immediate response was to tighten her grip on my hand and say, “Not at all, my favorite person is also my cousin.”  “I’ve had a crush on him since I was 12 and he was 15.”

   We were both silent for a moment then she turned to me and asked, “Did you ever DO anything with her?”

   Again I hesitated, then thinking, ‘What the heck’, I said, “Yes.”

   “What?”, she urged.

   Figuring the cat was already out of the bag I replied, “We had oral sex.”

   “How old were you and did you do it more than once?” she asked.

   “I was 15 the first time and we did until she got married.” I said.

   “She’s your favorite because you had oral sex?” she asked.

   “Well, not just that, she was the one who taught me how and just knowing that has made my life way more interesting.”

   “How is that?” she pressed.

   “Well, especially in college, well you know how girls talk, anyway when the word got around that I was willing to do that, well I never had any shortage of dates, I mean the girls could still get off and didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”   The words just seemed to tumble out.

   She released my hand and my first thought was ‘Oh damn, I blew it, it’s all over now’.   However my fears faded as she looked at me and grinned, placing her hand on my crotch, grasping my hard cock.

   “If we could find a suitable place, would you like to demonstrate your expertise?”

   Completely taken aback I could only nod my assent.

   “Good,” she said, “now follow me, stop in the lounge car, pick up a large 7up to go and come into the next car.  I’ll be waiting there.”

   I stood up, stepping back to let her get up.  As she moved into the aisle she smiled, touched my crotch playfully and with a grin said, “Don’t let that get away.”

   I followed her down out of the observation car and into the lounge car.  She continued on past the bar and out the far door without looking back.  I stopped at the bar, got a large paper cup of 7up and continued on through the door she had used, still not sure what was really happening.

  When I opened the door to the next car, I found myself in a First Class Pullman car.  There she stood, about half way down the car, motioning me on.  As I approached, she turned, opened the door to a compartment and stepped inside, holding the door for me.  As I entered, she took the 7up, and without a word placed it on the small cabinet.  Then turning to face me encircled my neck with both arms and kissed me deeply, grinding her pelvis against my rigid dick.  I responded by pulling her close and probing her mouth with my tongue.  I circled her waist with my arms, placing a hand on each of her firm round buttocks, pulling her against me.  With one hand remaining on the back of my neck, her other hand snaked between us and began to undo the buttons on my uniform blouse.

   When the buttons were unfastened, she opened the jacket and pressed her full breasts against me.  The heat of her body penetrated my shirt.  As I moved to unbutton her jacket, she broke the kiss and backed away.

   “Hold on a second,” she said, “I have a notion that this may last a little while.  Do you have a bag where you were sitting?”

   “Yes,” I replied with some question in my voice, “there is a gym bag under the seat.”  

   “If you don’t mind, tell me where it is and I will go get it.  That will cause fewer questions than if you were to traipse back and forth.  Besides if I go get it now I won’t have to get dressed just to go for it.”

   I told her which car and what seat and described the bag and the tag that was on the bag.  I didn’t mention that it held my stash of condoms but knowing that she would be bringing them back gave some hope.  I might be glad they would be handy.
   As she opened the door to leave, she turned back to me.  With a smile she said, “Don’t be shy, kick off your shoes and at least loosen your tie.”  Without waiting for my response she closed the door and was gone.

   I stood there at least a full minute, probably with my mouth hanging open in amazement.  In all the times that I had ridden a train I had never been a First Class compartment.  There was a couch on one side and on the other a bed (bunk?) already made up and turned down.  A door opened into a small shower combined with a commode and a folding lavatory with a mirror,.

   I removed my uniform blouse, took off my necktie, unbuttoned my shirt sleeves and rolled them up. I sat on the couch and removed my shoes and socks.  I leaned back, exhaled deeply, hoping I hadn’t gotten in over my head.  About that time the door opened and she entered carrying my bag.  I rose to meet her.

   She grinned, saying, “It was probably best that I did go get this.”  “The porter looked at me rather quizzically but I just smiled at him and all he said was ‘Have a good evening ma’am’.”

   Lisa placed my bag on the floor, extended both hands, grasping mine and pulling me close saying “Now where were we before I so rudely interrupted?”.

   I stood back slightly, and with both hands unbuttoned her jacket.  She shrugged her shoulders and the jacket fell to the floor, forgotten for the moment as we resumed the kiss where we left off.  As our bodies pressed together I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest.  Lisa moved slightly and I sensed her hard nipples.  My hands went up her back searching for a bra strap.  Not finding one I moved my hand around and cupped her breast, exploring with my thumb and forefinger for a nipple.  I found it, hard as a little pebble.  When I massaged it she moaned quietly and pulled me closer, moving her pelvis in little circles against my reawakened manhood.

   Lisa removed one hand from the back of my neck and reached for my other ‘head’ which by now seemed to have more blood than my brain.  She laid her open palm against me, her fingertips cupping my balls and slowly drew upward pressing against me.

   Her small ‘Mmmm’ mingled with our kiss.  After a moment hesitation she reached for and mastered my military belt buckle followed by the button and zipper of my pants.  As they slithered down my legs I felt a smooth warm hand enter the fly of my military style boxers. She took a light hold on my cock, her palm facing me, three fingers extended downward to my balls and her thumb and little finger along each side of my engorged member.  The heel of her hand pressed my dick against my stomach as she began a slow easy massage.

  I wanted to return the favor and moved my hand toward her pelvic area, thinking I could get my hand into the waistband of the skirt.  I fumbled, finding the skirt too tight to get into I tried to unbutton it in the back but failed at that also.  She stepped away saying, “Let me help, see if you can keep up.”

   She turned her back, removed her blouse, reached back and unzipped her skirt.  With my eyes glued to what was transpiring I raced through removing my shirt, my GI boxer shorts and T-shirt.  When she unbuttoned her skirt, I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties.  Lisa lowered the skirt in agonizing inches displaying a bit at a time an amazing pair of buttocks, matching little dimples on each cheek.  Pausing for effect just as she reached her thighs she then released the skirt and let it fall.  Her legs were just as gorgeous as I had imagined.  The seams in her hose were as straight as an arrow.  She undid her hose from the garterbelt and discarded the garterbelt.  She rolled her hose down her legs, bending forward from the waist as she did each one.  My position behind her allowed tantalizing glimpses of her pussy as she did.

   When she stood up after removing the last stocking I stepped up behind her, my cock laying upright in the crack of her ass.  I reached around and placed my hands on her breasts.  Firm and perky, her nipples seemed to drill into my palms.  I leaned down, nuzzled her hair aside, kissed her on the neck, holding her close to me.  She threw her head back against my shoulder.  I looked down and beheld the most perfect set of tits I had ever seen.  The quarter sized areolae were tipped with nipples standing straight and proud, the size and shape of gumdrops.  I traced a finger around each and felt her inhale.  I cupped my hands under them and let them rest in my palms, feeling the weight and texture.

   Lisa ground her hips seductively onto my dick then quickly turned to face me.  Tilting her head back she reached up and pulled me to her.  Our mouths met and we began a passionate probing kiss.  Her hands found my penis, drawing and squeezing.  I held her with one arm around her shoulders and reached between us with my other hand, searching out her pussy.  My fingers encountered her pubic hair, fine and sparse, and probed on, questing for her clit.  I touched the hood covered nubbin and she reacted as if to an electric shock.

   “Oh, yesss” she hissed, momentarily breaking our kiss.  We stood together, our hands gently exciting each other as our bodies swayed with the motion of the train.  Our kisses and actions grew more intense with each passing moment.  Our tongues probed and our hands explored.  My fingers slid downward spreading her moist labia, reaching for her hot and willing hole.  I inserted a finger and massaged front wall of her vagina as I pressed the heel of my hand against her clitoris.  Her hips began to thrust, trapping my cock against her pelvic bone and shoving my finger ever deeper into her cunt.

   A sudden motion of the train car broke our rhythm and caused us to step apart to catch our balance and breath.

    After a quick peck of a kiss she turned and stepped away to open her overnight case.  She extracted a small case resembling a makeup compact and something that resembled a tube of toothpaste.  ‘Somewhat strange,’ I thought, ‘but what the heck, why should I complain, so far this has been great.’

   As she turned back my eyes were drawn to her pubic area.  The hair on her pussy was almost invisible, pure blond and fine, the first really true blond I had ever seen.
   Looking at me she asked, “You like?”

   I replied, “Very much, all of it is great.”

   “Good,” she said, “Now lay down on the bed and I’ll be with you in a minute.”  With that she stepped into the shower area and closed the door.

   I did as I was told.  This lady seemed to be totally in charge, knowing exactly what she wanted and orchestrating it to happen in that way.  Quite a change from the girls I had known, who had some idea what was supposed to happen but were usually afraid to say what they really wanted.  The thought passed my mind that I sort of liked this.

   I had lain there thinking of this for only a couple of minutes when she reappeared.  She replaced the items in her case, came to the bed and lay down beside me.

   “Now we can get on with this,” she whispered, “no more interruptions.”

   Remembering the conversation that had led to this I figured that she was ready for me to demonstrate my ‘expertise’.  What I had learned from the college girls was ‘take it slow’.  I kissed Lisa lightly on the lips and then started the long trip.

   I kissed her chin, her jaw line and down to her neck.  Tenderly licking, sucking and kissing I made my way downward.  I laved and kissed her throat and the indentation where her collarbones met.  Lisa rolled on her back, pulling up and opening her knees.  I moved between them supporting myself on my knees.

   Placing my right hand on her left breast I pinched and twirled her nipple.  I returned to kiss her on the mouth then lowered my head and took her right nipple between my lips and sucked it in between my teeth.  Nibbling carefully I continued to work her left breast with my hand.  Withdrawing her nipple from my mouth, I ran my tongue across the underside of her right tit.  I bathed the entire breast with my tongue and finally ended up in the hollow just below her breastbone.  

   Lisa had placed her hands on my head and was tracing her fingertips from the top of my head to my neck and across my shoulders only to begin the circuit again.  Gently but firmly she urged me on, an occasional sigh or moan spurring my efforts.  

   I embarked on the trail to her navel, nipping and kissing my way.  Her abdomen convulsed in little spasms as I approached and circled this indentation.  Her hands on my shoulders coaxed me downward.

   I continued on my journey, my tongue creating little spirals as it twined downward.  When I reached the hair on her mound, I grasped a tuft between my lips and gave a faint tug.  Her hips rose from the bed.  I released the hair and let my tongue take a path that followed the outline of this blond patch around to the juncture of her legs and torso.  The aroma of her pussy beckoned me, but I wanted to make this as good as I possibly could.

   I flattened my tongue between her inner thigh muscles and grasping her calf raising her leg as I licked to her knee in one long stroke.  I kissed and sucked back toward her pussy and stopped just as I made contact with her outer lips.  Changing to her other leg I repeated the same scenario.  This time I stopped, hovering just over her open lips.  I puffed small jets of my hot breath on her pussy and was rewarded by a moan and pressure from her hands to the back of my head.

   I shoved both hands under her ass and moved her buttocks upward planting her pussy firmly against my mouth.  Extending my tongue, I delved into her willing snatch.  More pressure on the back of my head.  Her juices had already begun to flow and the taste and smell were heavenly.  I pushed and probed as deeply as I could and she began to slowly ride my face.

   My tongue seemed to take on a mind of its own, flicking here and tasting there, always on the move.  Moving up toward her clitoris, I ran the tip of my tongue back and forth across the covering hood.  I could feel her clit start to swell and I used my tongue to raise the hood.  Feeling under the hood I touched her naked clit with the tip of my tongue.  She slammed her pelvis into my face while holding my head tight against her mound.  I maneuvered the hood with my tongue to uncover her clit and then sucked her little pearl between my lip-covered teeth.  Holding her ass with both hands and pressing my head down to maintain my grip, I began to minister to the point of her clit that protruded in, between my lips.

   Lisa moaned, her thighs flailing along side my head as her pelvis rose and fell on my face.  My tongue moved up and down, back and forth and in little circles, changing direction each time I thought that she might be approaching a climax.  My rod was like steel, deriving pleasure from knowing I was giving pleasure.

   “Oh, SHIT!” Lisa yelled, as her legs clamped tightly around my head and her body was racked with spasms.  I held tightly to her clit with my lips but let my tongue rest.  As her climax subsided and her body relaxed I loosened the hold on her clit and ran my tongue down her slit.  Thrusting into her cunt I tasted the profusion of her fluids.  I explored her labia, licking and sucking them into my mouth.  I entered her vagina, curling my tongue and trying to consume as much of her sweet nectar as I could find.

   My ego was not going to be satisfied with only having helped Lisa to one climax.  I began to lick and suck on her privates once more.  I had only just began when she lifted my head and broke the contact.

   Raising herself up on her elbows, she looked down at me and smiled.  My heart sank, thinking that I must have messed up someway.

   Lisa chuckled, I suppose at what must have been my expression of extreme chagrin.  My heart sank even further.
   She began to speak, “Don’t worry, you did very good.”  “Would you be offended if I would offer some hints that might make it even better?”

   Always being open to learn something new, especially about sex, I replied, “Not at all.”

   “Good,” she replied and reached back, retrieving a pillow.  Folding it in half, she raised her butt and placed the pillow under it.  “That will free your hands for better things.  Now do you know the alphabet?”

   “Alphabet?” I puzzled aloud.

   “Yes, you know ABC’s.”

   “Yes, of course, but...”

   “ Well.” she interjected, “just to add a little unexpected variety occasionally, use your tongue to write them on my clit.”  “Try it, I think we’ll both like it and it will let you use some new tongue muscles and let others rest.”

   Eager to get back to the sweet taste and smell of her pussy, I started over.  I began with the alphabet, finding it much easier to accomplish than I had imagined.  From deep in my memory emerged the old childhood rhyme, ‘ABCDEFG’ ‘HIJKLMNOP’.  Pausing between each verse I would revert, for a few moments, to my tried and true motions and then continue with the next verse of the rhyme.

   I inserted the index finger of my left hand into her vagina, seeking that soft spongy area on the front wall that always seemed to be more sensitive than others.  Finding what I sought, I curled my fingertip up and down.  Reaching up I gently applied pressure to her left nipple with the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. Pulling and rolling the nipple I caressed her breast with the remaining fingers.

   Lisa was responding more quickly this time.  I didn’t know whether this was from the effects of the new techniques or from the residual of the previous climax.  Lisa again placed her hands on my head, holding me firmly in place as I continued both my oral and manual attentions.

   As Lisa’s breathing quickened, I moved my right hand from her breast to her lower abdomen, pressing in gently on the area just above where her pubic hair began.  Once again her hips began to rise and fall and her thighs picked up an ever increasing cadence.

   “Yes, yes, YES, Oh God,” she cried as I continued, “I’m CUMMING, YES, YESSS.”

   My head was caught in the vise of her thighs.  I withdrew my finger from her cunt and with both hands removed her hands from my head and held them tightly as her body rocked to the conclusion of her climax.  
   When her thighs relaxed enough for me to extradite myself, I moved up in the bed and enfolded her in my arms.  I smothered her face with little kisses, her forehead, her eyelids, her nose and her cheeks.  Our mouths met and opened, our tongues probing and wrestling.  The taste and smell of her juices flowed from my mouth and face to hers, exciting us both.

   We lay together, reveling in our pleasure, arms entwined, lips locked in a passionate kiss.  My still turgid cock was pressed tightly between our bodies.  Occasionally she would rotate her lower torso slightly causing me to pulse against her.

   Lisa finally broke the kiss and pushed back, looking into my eyes she asked, “After you satisfied a girl at school what would happen?”

   “That all depended on the girl,” I replied, “sometimes they would give me a hand job, some liked to go down on me and some times nothing.  In that case I would go back to the dorm and masturbate.  Occasionally we would just snuggle.  I’ve even had to awaken some so they could get back in time to beat the 10 p.m. curfew at the women’s dorm.”

   “Would you let me watch while you masturbate?” she asked.

   “I suppose I could,” I replied, perhaps a little disappointed.

   “Great,” she said, “I really like to watch a man do that.”

   With that she got up from the bed, got a tube of what turned out to be a lubricant from her case and returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

   “Here, this will help some, just don’t cum.” she said. “Get really close and then let me know.”

   I sat up against the end of the bed, squeezed a small amount of the gel into my right hand and began to work it around the head and shaft of my penis.  I closed my eyes and began to slowly move my hand up and down my cock.  Knowing that she was watching made the situation even more erotic.  With my eyes closed the sound of the wheels of the train on the track came though and with the sway of the car became part of the beat.

   I opened my eyes to find Lisa sitting on the far end of the bed, her eyes riveted on my cock and both hands on her pussy.  She had spread her labia with two fingers of her left hand and the index finger of her right hand moving in tight furious little circles on her clit.

   I began to pound my rigid cock with renewed vigor, feeling my balls drawing up against the base of my prick.

   “Now, NOW!” I rasped.

   In a flash she lunged forward, grabbing my cock out of my hands and plunging her mouth over its head.  Her lips and tongue worked up and down my penis, one of her hands cupped my balls, kneading and squeezing.  Up on her knees now, her other hand was frantically thrusting into her cunt.

   “I’m cumming” I moaned.

   Lisa engulfed my cock and squeezed my balls.  Her body stiffened as I shot load after hot load down her throat and she reached yet another climax.  She rolled the head of my dick with the base of her tongue causing my whole body to shake.  The glans of my penis was so sensitive that any movement of her mouth caused me to writhe with pleasure bordering on pain.  As her own climax ebbed Lisa released her grip on my cock, letting my slackening member drop from her mouth.  She rose to kiss me full on the mouth, her tongue stabbing between my lips.  Her cum and mine now mingled, forming an exotic cocktail.

   We continued to kiss, enjoying the taste, smell and slickness of mixed cum on our faces.  We moved prone on the bed, our bodies pressed together, my still flaccid cock nestled next to her groin.  My mind raced, reviewing the pleasures, both given and received.  Sated, we relaxed into a state of euphoria.

   Lisa stretched lazily, raising her arms above her head, accentuating her firm breasts.  Stifling a yawn she said “That was really fantastic, you are a quick learner.”

   “When are you supposed to arrive at your destination?” she asked.

   “Some time after noon tomorrow,” I replied.

   “Would you like to stay the night, I would love the company and we could start in the morning where we left off.”

   Ecstatic, I readily agreed.  Visions of more of these delights filled my thoughts.

   Lisa turned her back and spooned against me.  Her butt fit perfectly against me.  I reached around and nestled a breast in one hand.

   I heard her say sleepily, “ ‘Nite, sweet dreams.”






( Day 2 )

   I awoke slowly, thinking I was having the greatest wet dream of my life.  I was lying on my back in a bed but the whole world seemed to be moving.  More importantly, someone was sucking my hard dick!  Not daring to open my eyes and stop the dream I could feel the mouth as if it were real.  A small hand held the base of my organ and I was aware of soft hair caressing my stomach.  

   Gradually it started to come back to me.  I had met a beautiful lady in the lounge car last night and had spent the night in her First Class compartment.

   The sex we had last night had been fantastic although it been was limited to oral sex and mutual masturbation.  

   I opened my eyes and beheld Lisa, kneeling by the bed, her head bobbing up and down.  I raised my arm and traced my finger down her naked backbone.

   The dream stopped.

   Lisa turned her head, letting my dick slip down against my stomach.

   Smiling she said, “Good morning sleepy head.”  “I couldn’t think of a better way to wake you.”  “Besides, I might have gotten vitamins before breakfast, you just woke too soon.”

   She stood up displaying all her naked glory, with not a hint of modesty she pirouetted like a three year old in a new dress.  The early morning sun streamed through the window highlighting her blond hair.  Her perfect breasts and sparse blond pubic patch competing for my attention.  If possible she was more pleasing to behold in the daylight than the night before.

   Lisa sat down on the side of the bed and twined her fingers through what hair I had on my chest.  I pulled her to me and kissed her.

   Sitting back she looked at me, “I’ve thought about this, and if we’re to make the most of this day, I had better get you fed.”  “Other than me, what would you like for breakfast?”

   “Bacon, eggs, toast and coffee, I suppose,” I replied.

   “Good, I’ll order it to be brought here,” she said, “that way you won’t be wandering around in First Class.”  “While you are eating I’ll go to the dining car and have my breakfast.”  “I hate not being able to have breakfast in bed with you, but you know how the railroad is about First Class fares.”
   Lisa got up, slipped on a pair of slacks and a blouse and then rang for the porter.  Soon there was a knock at the door.  Putting her finger to her lips, she motioned me into the lavatory.  As I slipped into the lavatory and closed the door, she opened the door of the compartment and gave the breakfast order to the porter.  We were to become quite accomplished at this little charade as the day continued.

   Before long there was knock at the door.  Back into the lavatory I went as the porter came in to raise the table and set the meal.

   As I sat down to eat Lisa gave a little striptease with her slacks and blouse and then slipped off into the shower.  By the time I had finished eating Lisa came out of the shower still drying off with a towel.

   “How was breakfast?” she asked.

   “Very good, thank you.”

    She quickly dressed in her slacks and blouse again.  If she owned panties or bra I never saw any evidence of them.  Slipping into a pair of shoes, she indicated the remains of my breakfast, “Time to get rid of all of this.”  She rang for the porter again.

   A knock and back into the shower with me.  This was getting ridiculous.  Listening from my little ‘hide out’ I heard her speaking to the porter.

   “Would you put the table down, please, I won’t be needing it.”  “And leave the bed, it’s fine just like it is.”

   After the porter left she opened the shower door.  “I’m going for breakfast now, take a shower and be ready when I get back.”  With that she reached up and kissed me, lingering just a bit, then turned and was out the door.

   I stripped out of my G.I. boxers, the only thing I had managed to get into so far, and headed for the shower.  Standing in the shower, with the warm water running over me, I thought back over the preceding night.  I began to slowly stroke my cock as it started to come alive from the memory of those events.  Just as I was starting to rise it came to me that I had better save it for later and continued with the shower.

   After the shower I toweled off, debating with myself as to whether I should get dressed or not.  Finally good sense won out and I lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet over my naked body.  I was lying there, looking out the window, when Lisa slipped into the compartment.

   “Hey lazybones, come to me.” she said in a sultry voice.

   Not needing to be asked twice, I stood up and stepped to met her.  She reached for me and pulled me close.  Our mouths met urgently and her hands began removing her slacks and blouse.

   “Damn, I would never wear any clothes if I could get by with it,” she said as hers fell to the floor.  “Just one more thing.”

   She turned to her night case, removing the same items as the night before.  No longer able to contain my curiosity I asked, “What’s that?”

   “A diaphragm,” she replied, “haven’t you ever seen one?”

   I shook my head saying, “No, I know what they are but I’ve never seen one.”

   “Well, it’s about time, come here and watch this, it’s something you should know about.”

   With that she turned and entered the lavatory area, beckoning me to follow.  She sat on the tiny commode, unabashedly spreading her legs.  She showed me the diaphragm, which brought to mind a somewhat over-sized  rolled up condom, then proceeded to apply the spermicide.  She slid down, spreading her legs even farther and inserted it into her vagina.  

   “There,” she stated, “all set, let’s get started”

   She rose, taking me by the hand led me to the bed.  Lying down, she pulled me to her.

   “I hate the little thing,” she said, “but it sure beats condoms.”  She giggled, “I love the feeling of cum blasting into me and having it run down the crack of my ass.”

   I leaned over and ran my tongue around one of her perfect tits.  I took the nipple between my lips and caressed it with my tongue.  Her hand slipped down to my semi-erect cock.  Squeezing and teasing it was having the desired affect.  I lowered my hand to her pussy, seeking out her clit.  I slid my fingers down the slit, finding her already hot and wet.  I inserted a finger into her vagina, gathering the lubricating fluids I returned to play with her clit.

   The desire to taste her sweet honey was overpowering.   Turning in a way to allow her to maintain the hold on my dick I began to work my way downward.  As I reached the beginning of her pubic hair she pushed me to my back and rolled on top of me, spreading her legs to allow me access to her most private part.  She drew her knees up, planting herself firmly on my face, then placed her lips around the head of my cock.  As I ran my tongue up and down her labia, first teasing her clit and then plunging deep into her vagina, she took more and more of me into her mouth. We lay there in a comfortable ‘69', slowly arousing each other.  This lady was the master of oral, even as I tried to distract her with my tongue.

   Without warning Lisa released me and rolled onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest.

   “I’ve been looking forward to this for hours.  Now, Fuck me!  I want your big cock inside me!”

   I moved between her legs, using one hand to locate myself at the entry of her glistening love tunnel.  I had begun to ease into her when she placed her heels against my buttocks and pulled me all the way into her in one motion.  Pausing for only a moment I began to move in and out, savoring the feel of the tight walls of her vagina holding me.  With the sensation increasing my strokes became more rapid.

   Lisa placed her hands against my chest, pressing back gently.  “Slow down a bit, we want this to last a while.”  “Would you like another little tip?”

   Wanting to enjoy this as much as possible and learn as much as I could while doing so I nodded.

   “This will take a little practice,” she said in a conspiratorial tone, “but I think that it may be well worth the effort.”

   “I’ll try.”  I said.

   “Well, it’s like this,” she explained, “when you feel like you are going to cum, you slow down a little.”  “Then think of a candle flame glowing in your prostate.”  “You know where that is, right?”

   Fascinated, I nodded.

   “Ok,” she continued, “now imagine that the only way you can keep that candle burning is for the oxygen to pass back up through your penis, like cumming in reverse.”  “Just concentrate on that air flow above everything else as you continue slow, easy strokes until things settle down a bit.”  She smiled at me, “Then you can start again.”  “Want to try it?”

   More anxious than ever to please this fantastic lady I readily agreed.

   Lisa pulled me to her, holding me and brought her mouth to mine in a impassioned kiss.  I returned the kiss and began to stroke in and out, more slowly than before but entering as far as I could each time.  Lisa encircled me with her arms, running her fingernails up and down my back.  Her legs were locked around my hips entreating me to continue by moving in concert with my thrusts.

   Try as I might, I couldn’t seem to keep the candle lit.  However the slowing down to try definitely helped.

   To this point in my life I had never had intercourse without a condom.  I was overwhelmed by the feeling of skin to skin contact.  Not only did it feel as if I was being caressed by a silk glove, this glove felt as if it had it had a hand in it.  The walls of Lisa’s vagina alternately applied and released pressure on me as I entered and withdrew.  The nerves rimming the head of my cock were hypersensitive as they rode against the ribbed lining of Lisa’s contracting cunt.

   I broke the kiss and set back to change the muscles I was using.  Lisa put her hands on her breasts and began to massage her nipples.  I brought her legs up against her hands, putting her pussy higher to allow deeper penetration.  In this position the tip of my glans would touch her diaphragm covered cervix at the end of each inbound stroke.  Each contact sent a surge of pleasure through my whole being.  Finally I paused, holding my cock against her cervix, striving to keep the candle going.

   “Oh! fuck me good,” Lisa moaned, “put that cock deep in me.”

   I began once more, using slow, easy, full length movement.  I looked down, and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy, pushing past her extended clit on each pass.  Her clit glistened from the moisture oozing past her swollen lips.  I reached down, wetting my thumb on her outer lips, applied pressure to her clit.  I massaged this little nub holding it between my thumb and penis.

   “Yes, play with me,” she whispered, “fuck my cunt, make me cum.”

   Lisa began to roll her head back and forth, her tongue flicking out between her lips.  Her hips surged against me in perfect unison.  My tempo increased, my balls slapping against her ass, as I slammed solidly into her.

   “Cum with me,” Lisa pleaded, “fuck me hard!”

   All restraint disappeared.  I released her legs and they wrapped over my buttocks adding force to my movements as she pulled me into her.  I leaned forward, my hands moving under her shoulders and raising them off the bed, holding her close to me.  Starting from deep within, my climax thundered upon me.

   When she came Lisa squealed, nothing intelligible, just pure passion.  Our bodies locked together, shuddering, as our climaxes continued.  We clung to each other, breathing deeply.  The smell of consummated sex filled the compartment.  Nothing I had known before had prepared me for this.

   When we began to return to reality she looked up at me, smiling broadly.

  “Damn,” she said, “I really love trains.”

   I grinned at her and replied “So do I, more so every day.”

   I moved to lay down beside her.  We rolled to face together, pulling ourselves close.  Showering kisses on one another, our fingers explored our partners bodies.   We basked in the afterglow of our mutual orgasm, immersed in the gentle sway of the railcar.  To me this was the ultimate in fulfillment, both my mind and body were completely sated and at ease.

   The train slowed, approaching a station.  We lay on the bed, not bothering to close the curtains, perhaps someone would notice.  Feigning sleep, we would occasionally giggle and snicker, thinking this was great fun.  To our knowledge no one noticed, but the thought was exciting.

   When the train began to move away from the station Lisa jumped up.

   “Watch this” she said.

   She moved quickly to stand naked in front of the window as the train picked up momentum sliding swiftly passed the remainder of the platform.

   “There’s a crossing just ahead, c’mon, let’s see if we can get some reaction,” she said gleefully.

   I hesitated momentarily and by the time I had stood up enough to see out the window I only caught a brief glimpse of a man, sitting in a car, doing a ‘double-take’.

   “I love doing that,” said Lisa, laughing, “ by the time they can recover their wits, we’re long gone and they probably haven’t the slightest idea what car we were in.”

   All I could do was shake my head in amazement.  This girl was astonishing, like no one I had met before, she seemed to be up for anything.  She apparently had no hint of modesty or shame.  She appeared to believe that if it didn’t hurt physically it was fair game.  I was learning fast and enjoying it immensely.

   We stood, side by side with our arms around each others waist, watching a rather desolate countryside whizz by the window.  After leaving the town behind, houses, barns and most every other sign of civilization dwindled to only a rare sighting.  The one exception was the water windmills that seemed to pop up every mile or so, usually accompanied by thirsty cattle.

   Lisa looked up at me and grinned.  “The most interesting thing I ever saw out here was a cowboy and his horse, up on a hill, both taking a leak.  I swear that it looked like he was bigger than the horse.  I even thought about jumping off the train and running up the hill.  It made me so horny I would have taken on whichever one I could have caught first.”

   I didn’t know if there was any truth in the story, but if not it certainly showed her unbounded imagination.  If it was true it displayed the depth of her fascination with all things sexual.

   Lisa turned and embraced me, pulling me close in an intimate hug.  I responded by tilting my head down and kissing her deeply.  Our tongues  parried and thrust like fencers foils.   I held her nude body close marveling in the feeling, enhanced by the sway of the railcar.  The kiss, the motion and the close warm body started to have a very apparent affect on me.  As they say, I began to rise to the occasion.

   Lisa spun away and jumped on the bed on all fours.  Looking over her shoulder she said, “Come on, stud.  I’m still thinking about that horse, see if you can help.”
   Maybe there was some truth in her story.  I was hard and ready, she was wet and ready.  Moisture was shining on the lips of her pussy as it peeked between her thighs.  I wasted no time leaping onto the bed and mounting my willing filly.

   On my knees, thrusting hard against her ass, I was ravishing her cunt.  This was not love making, as we had done before, but pure raw animal sex.  There was no kissing, no foreplay, just a wild coupling.  I drove hard into her wet pussy, burying my cock to the hilt with each stroke.  My hands grasped her waist, providing leverage to the power of my buttocks.  Lisa began to bow her back and buck like a mare in heat.  Her head swung from side to side, her teeth snapping at thin air.  This was truly a farm girl who at some point had witnessed the corresponding event in a pasture or corral.

   “Fuck,” grunted Lisa, “Oh fuck, Oh FUCK!”  “Bite me, make me cum!”

   I lay forward on her back and began nipping on her shoulders with my teeth.  I didn’t bite hard enough to do damage but it produced the desired result.  Lisa shoved back against me and began to shake violently as she came.  This was all that was required to send me over the edge.  I rammed into her once more and began my own orgasm.  As I spewed my jism into her, she collapsed and we fell sideways onto the bed, my cock still buried in her pussy.

   We lay quietly, temporarily exhausted.  Both of us were breathing deeply, catching our breath from the strenuous workout.  Cupped together, still coupled, we basked in the afterglow of our release.  I nuzzled her hair aside, delighting in the smell, and began planting kisses at the base of her skull and top of her spine.  She snuggled against me and reached back to caress my hips.

   “I’ve always wanted to try that” she said, shyly.  “I just had never found anyone I thought might be up to it.  When I was growing up on the farm I would get wet just watching our stallion servicing the mares.  Afterwards I would masturbate, thinking of that massive cock rubbing on my clit.”

   She turned towards me, letting my now flaccid member slip from her.  Showing the only vulnerably I ever saw in her, she looked at me with little girl eyes and asked, “Was I being bad?”

   I smiled at her and responded, “I don’t think so, I often had feelings like that watching our Herford bull with a cow.  I always marveled at the fact it seemed so natural for animals but that people seemed to think it was shameful for humans.”

   “I guess you’re right,” she replied with a giggle, “but it still always made me horny.”

   We both laughed.

   “Are you sure that you couldn’t just go on to Chicago with me?” she jested.  “Or maybe just to Omaha?”  “I could call my sister and tell her I missed the train.  We could get a cheap hotel and just fuck for days.”
   “Don’t tempt me,” I said, “but, knowing my mother, she would call my Company Commander trying to find out what had happened to me.”

   “I know,” she replied, “but doesn’t it sound like fun?”

   “Definitely more fun than family Christmas, however I do have to tell my cousin what has happened,” I said, “she’ll probably be jealous.”

   Lisa hugged me and said, “Just think of all of the fantasies we can have thinking about this trip.”  “Are you up for one more time,” she queried, “you know that time is running short?”

   This lady seems to live for sex, but youth is on my side and maybe just one more time.

   “I think that I will sure give it a try,” I replied, thinking that this woman really could fuck for days.

   “Oh,” she said, “this time you don’t have to do anything.”  “Just roll on you back and I’ll take care of everything.  Just relax and enjoy.”

   With that, she rolled me onto my back and headed for my cock.  Taking it into her mouth she began to nurse it back to health.  Before long I began to respond to her ministrations.  Little by little it sprang life, answering the call of her lips and tongue.  Her head bobbed up and down my shaft and her hand cupped and squeezed my balls.  She reached with her little finger and brought the nail across my anus.  My sphincter contracted and my penis pulsed.

   “You like, huh?”  She asked, releasing my now throbbing dick.  “I think we are both ready, don’t you?”

    All I could do was grin and nod my head.

   Lisa rose to her knees and put one leg over me, straddle my body and directly above my erect phallus.  When she spread her legs I could see our mingled juices seeping from her open vagina and running down her inner thighs.  She reached down and guided me into her waiting hole.  As she slowly settled onto me I spread my legs to allow her maximum penetration.  She came to rest with our pubic bones pressed tightly together.

   Lisa began to rock her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone as she forced the full length of my cock into her pussy.  I lay quietly, admiring her perfectly shaped breasts.  They shifted in response to her movements and the motion of the train.  Her hard nipples were like little beacons, beckoning to be caressed and fondled.  I reached up with both hands, held her breasts with the heels of my hands while rotating the nipples between thumb and forefinger.  The contrast between the flawlessly silky smooth skin of her breast and the rubbery feel of her nipples was fascinating.  She continued to rotate her pelvis, her head thrown back and her hands resting flat on my chest.  Aside from massaging her tits I did exactly as told and lay perfectly still.

   Lisa maintained a slow steady pace, drawing her clit back and forth across my pubic bone with each iteration.  My cock, fully seated against her cervix, was being pleasured by the rhythmic contractions of her cunt.  Without warning, she sat straight up and began to rapidly bounce up and down.  At the top of each repetition only the head of my dick remained embedded in her pussy.  She would once again descend, quickly engulfing me to the hilt.

   “I’m reeaaddyyy,” she proclaimed through clenched teeth, “cuummm with meee.”

   I responded by raising my hips from the bed just as she was coming down.  The force resulting from this send us both once more into the throes of orgasm.  Lisa collapse forward onto me.

   “Oh God!” she exclaimed.  “What a ride!”

   We lay together, sated and blissful until she roused me.  “You had better take a quick shower if you are going to be decent when you get off the train.”  “We wouldn’t want your mother to think that you had been involved in an orgy.”

   I stepped into the shower and made quick work of making myself presentable.  I knew that time was short and I wanted to enjoy what remaining moments I could with Lisa.

   When I stepped out of the shower, Lisa said, “Drop that towel and turn around slowly so I can fix you in my memory.”  “I’m sure this will be one ride I’ll remember for a long time.”

   “My sentiments exactly,” I replied, “I didn’t know that learning could be so much fun.”

   “You had better get into that uniform, you know that you haven’t been dressed in two days.”  “How does it feel to be a budding nudist?”

   “Not bad,” I responded, “actually very good, I think I could grow to like it very much.”  I hurried to get my uniform in place.  It seemed a little unusual to be standing there fully clothed next to a naked lady.

   The train began to slow, approaching my station.  Lisa grabbed me in a tight hug, reaching up to give me a passionate kiss.  “I’m really going to miss you on the rest of this trip.”

   I responded, “I know that there are going to be a number of family member that are going to wonder what all my smiles are about during the holidays.”  “At least both of us will know.”

   “Now hurry, get your butt out of here before I decide to hold you captive.”  Lisa turned and opened the door to the compartment and took a quick look up and down the corridor.  Taking me by the hand she gave me a quick peck and propelled me into the corridor, handing me my gym bag as she closed the door after me.

   I made my way down the corridor and into the lounge car just as the train came to a stop.  I passed through the lounge and detrained at the far end.  My parents were waiting on the platform.  Mom gave me a hug and Dad, being his normal self, asked if I had been staying out of trouble.

   As the train began to move, we turned to collect my duffle bag from the baggage room.  The cars passed, one by one, picking up speed.  I glanced up, now it was my turn to do a double take.  There was Lisa, wearing nothing more than a wicked smile, standing in the window of her compartment.

   Mom asked, “How was your trip?”

   I replied with what was probably the understatement of my life, “OK I guess, lots of miles of open country.”  I wasn’t about to let on that I had seen very little of it.

   It was only at that point that I remembered that neither Lisa nor I had any idea how to contact the other one.  Something I regret to this day.


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I masturbated, he watched, then we fucked.

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I was in my bedroom totally naked and consumed by a powerful sexual drive and I was masturbating, jumping about and forcing a dildo into me as I pushed myself harder and harder toward orgasm. I rolled about over my bed pushing my legs up wide and high then spreading them to get my cunt as exposed as I could. I pushed my fingers into my widened hole and rubbed them about squeezing and flicking my clit and then rubbing my hand in circular pattens over it to get it really excited. My juices were running down my legs I was so aroused. I had lubed my cunt because I knew I was going to get really physical with it and drove my fingers and almost achieved f

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isting myself. I had all fingers in me and almost my fist but it just got too hard and very uncomfortable so I replaced my fingers with my dildo and drove myself toward a mighty orgasm. I got off the bed and stood at the window imagining that the whole world was watching me with my dildo planted inside me and I was rubbing my nipples and my clit at the same time. I was so out of control my head was rolling about with the highly erotic sensation I had worked myself up to an almost out of control situation. I wished I had the biggest cock inside me splitting me in half. My brain was imagining a cock the size of a horse being pushed up deeply inside me until I could take no more. I was imagining this cock flooding my insides with hot steamy horse semen. The juices were now flooding out of me with the erotic state I was in. Every now and again I would cover my fingers in the sticky goo that was now soaking my inside legs and vulva and suck my fingers dry and then return to do it again and again. I was almost drinking my own juice it was flowing out of me so copiously.

What I hadn’t realised was that it wasn’t the world watching but the guy in the apartment across he road was watching me and the sight of me had driven him to emulating me and he had stripped off and was masturbating furiously and in the time he had been watching me had cum twice and shot his semen wherever it fell after being expelled from his penis.

I eventually came and my legs went to jelly I had to lie on the bed. My cunt became so sensitive with all the rubbing and stuffing of my fingers and dildo inside me. The spasm of my orgasm raced right through my body. My nipples were sore, and so was my clit as all three had taken a pounding from being pulled and pinched and stuffed by my fingers and dildo. I was completely exhausted and had achieved a state of euphoria I had not often achieved either masturbating or having actual sex.

I guess I had been lying there for about 4 or 5 minutes as my heart was racing and I was out of breath with the exertion of my sexual arousal. Then the phone rang beside my bed. I reached over and answered it and as I did this male voice said I thoroughly enjoyed your performance. I was wondering if you noticed mine. I asked who this was and he said look out your window and as I did I saw him across the way standing naked at the window masturbating. I had seen him on the street and in the nearby Deli and we had acknowledged each other but had said only a few words to each other being neighbourly social.

He asked should I come over there or would you like to visit me. I asked how he knew my name and got my number - he said your security access has your name on it and the address was easy.

I said he had taken me by surprise but I liked what I was seeing and perhaps he should come over to me as I would not have to dress to make the trip.

He arrived and buzzed and I was standing there waiting for him completely naked. I let him in and he was at my door in seconds and as soon as he rang I let him in grabbed him and kissed him hard and furiously. I didn’t even know his name. As I was kissing he was undressing himself, not that he had much on, shorts and a T shirt and pretty soon we were both naked and on my bed and still I had not stopped kissing him, just leading him by my mouth to my bed.

I lay back and he mounted me immediately and began to really do me hard and fast. He just shoved his cock into me and began pounding me, nothing seductive just hard on sex. I could feel his cock ramming deep and hard to the base of his shaft. He was extremely physical with me and my cunt was enjoying every moment. As I said I had lubed myself earlier and that with my cunt juices had my cunt as full of juice as a swimming pool.

He still hadn’t said a word, he was kissing my nipples and biting them till I had to let out a small scream of pain and he laid off for a bit. His first word was sorry. I love being bitten to that point where I cant stand it any more.  For a guy who had never met me he certainly knew how to pleasure me.

His next words were are you on the pill and I nodded as I was so close to cumming it didn’t matter and then I let go with a monumental orgasm and gave him the ride of his life and the best fuck I had had for ages. He kept me going for what seemed like two or three minutes as I believed I came twice but it was really one super long orgasm which actually only lasted about 40 or 50 seconds but it felt like ages as my cunt was so tender.

He then came himself and he grunted each time he spurted a cock full of his hot steamy cum into me. By the time he filled me with his semen I was like a pond of sex juice. He continued to moaned and groaned as he pumped his cock backwards and forwards ejaculating the last of his male semen into me and I guess he gave me as much as I had ever had before. It seemed like ages as he screwed his face up each time he spurted his hot and steamy cum deep inside me. I loved it.

He rolled off me and lay beside me – the two of us absolutely covered in sweat and gasping for breath. My cunt began to leak the mixture of my juice and his cum immediately, as I must have had a bucket full of it inside me.

We must have lain there for a couple of minutes before he said do you have a name other than sexpot. I laughed and said Sue and I said who was it that just impregnated me with a horse – he looked stunned for a moment and then realised I was joking and told me his name was Jack.

Ok I said I have just changed my name to Jill so Jack and Jill can go up the hill together and fuck all the way down again.

We showered together and he gave me a doggy under the shower and I had to clean that out as well. Just as well I have a hand held shower head and I can get it right up into my vagina.  I know its not healthy but I really needed a good clean out to make way for what he had in mind after we had showered.

We spent the night together fucking and sucking each other till we were completely exhausted. Just as well it was Friday night and we didn’t have to work Saturday.

We showered again, changed the cum stained sheets and got back to fucking ourselves silly. I have no idea how often we fucked each other in as many positions as we could achieve. that night and the next day. I must have drunk at least a pint of cum if that is possible.

By we decided to eat something other than each other, and we went out for dinner. We came back to my place but after a meal and wine we just lay in each others arms and slept. Sunday was another day of sex, nothing too physical, but long slow and wonderful.

I don’t know how long it will last but the two of us are like rabbits and we fuck every night now and eat later. My guess is that in a week I have had more cock and cum inside me than I have ever had in my life before. He only goes home to get dressed to go to work. The rest of the time we are naked and shagging ourselves silly and loving it.

Kalla: Ch. 2

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I've decided that this is more along the lines of the fantasy genre than anything else but since there is no such title listed, I'll post the rest of this series in the general category of 'Erotic Stories'. This is a work in progress so it does take time to write, edit, and post each chapter between school, work, and social events.

Chapter 2

The hardest thing for me when I was young was knowing what to call the Princess. Everybody including the King and Queen told me to refer to her as Princess but the Princess, my

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master, forced me to call to her Dakota. I was punished repeatedly almost every day for mixing the two up until finally, after Dakota witnessed one of my punishments, an extremely violent temper tantrum convinced the King and Queen to have me refer her as Dakota. Still though, as I think, in hearing her referred to as one and calling her another, my unspoken mind does interchange the two titles very easily.

I brought Dakota’s breakfast to her bed and headed for her personal washroom to prepare a bath. Mother always tried telling me that I was becoming too royal. She said that I took the conveniences of the palace for granted one day when I began complaining about the inconsistency of the running water. Very rarely did it stop, but it did on one particular day when I wasn’t in the greatest of moods. Mother sat me down and lectured me for at least an hour on how only the richest of people in the world can afford such a convenience; I as a commoner should complain about nothing that is given to me in a royal palace. She continued lecturing that her, father, and I were even so blessed to have our own personal water heater, something the other servants had to share.

As I shut the three faucets off from filling the large ceramic bowl, Dakota walked in wearing nothing.

"Are you taking a bath with me today? Your hair is clumpy, you haven’t yet bathed."

"I woke up late, I’m sorry."

"Who treated you wrong for it?" she asked, perceptive that whenever I did something incorrect, the other servants always shunned me; as a girl at my rank in the palace, I should be capable of no wrong, they apparently believed.

"Nobody," I had lied. Everybody had always punished me for my faults, everybody except my own master. They knew that if they would copy my faults, they would be punished harshly yet they had never seen me punished for something of my fault without my master defending me or blaming one of them to save me.

Dakota knew that I would never tell her if someone had wronged me unless I felt it undeserved. She recognized that it would only lead me to more misery if she sought out the perpetrator and reprimanded them, that I would be shunned and avoided by the very people that I relied on to achieve my job.

The Princess had once fought with the King and Queen to relinquish me of my career and grant me a free life in the royal palace as her friend, but the King refused saying that I would become spoilt and lead her astray. As a servant, I would maintain my sense of responsibility and lead as a fine role model for a Princess. I personally was happier as her servant. As a freeloading friend, I would serve no purpose and would always feel out of place.

As a servant, I was paid, received the benefits of being the Princess’s best friend, and lived with purpose and the constant protection of my master. With Dakota as my master, she could protect me from the King and Queen more so than if I were merely at the mercy of their grace as a general friend of the Princess. I did little to no work as it was anyways. I did keep track of Dakota’s entire life and plan every event of every day, but that was all willingly.

Beside such remedial knowledge I already held, I met her with breakfast every morning out of tradition more than anything. I don’t think Dakota would trust anyone else seeing her wake in the morning. Around her I felt like a best friend and older sister, in her general proximity, I felt like her manager, and only with the other servants or mother and father, I felt like her servant. The sentries though, they treated me as either her friend or manager; that’s the way they always saw me treated by her and so they treated me as such with no need of envy or jealously.

The sound from the stream of liquid being squeezed from Dakota’s vagina into the chamber pot interrupted my thought. I looked over at the now fourteen year old Princess using the bathroom in the nude. She looked back at me.

"Take your clothes off, you’re bathing with me, this is a very important day and I need you more than anything; you have to be comfortable and presentable."

"They’re expecting fifteen thousand people at your swearing in today; maybe we can find us some good looking boys."

"Haha," she shrugged, "the council won’t let any boys near me since the attempted usurp. They say that anybody who shows an interest in me is a threat to the empire."

I didn’t mean for her bring the attempted usurp up. I looked away. I think that she noticed my discomfort.

"You never wake up late; did you have a really good dream this morning?"

I never did wake up late. Neither did I have near the amount of fantastic dreams I often found Dakota in with the rising sun. The dream for me this morning was all but fantastic. I think it showed why the attempted usurp affected me more than it did the Princess.

I was with father in my dream, as was it that distraught day. We were accompanying the King on a political venture. It was mid-day when we heard a trumpet’s horn. It was what they used to coordinate the attack. At the sound, the sentries surrounded us all and began pushing us into a near building.

That’s when the arrows came, so many arrows, from all around us. Men in dark green clothes flooded our street from the alleys. My father, one of the King’s highest sentries, told me to run away, get as far away from anybody that I remembered seeing that day. I listened and obeyed; whether father or the King’s personal sentry, he’s not someone to disobey. I ran from him, the sentry’s, anybody that I recognized; the only people that I recognized were the people who worked for the King.

I didn’t want to run too far so I stopped and looked back. Father saw me but ignored me, he acted like I didn’t exist; he just protected the King. That was the last time he looked at me, even though I was in his line of sight. He didn’t look to make sure that I was safe, even though he knew I was standing right there. Even when father was on the ground but still moving, he looked the other way; he knew I was watching, all he had to do was look at me and I would yell out and run to him to comfort him, anything, I knew he was going to die but he ignored me so I did nothing. The men in green attacking with swords fought long and many died, but they were too many. They killed everybody near the King.

The men searched about. They looked at me for a second and then at some more of the few other commoners looking at the dead. I waited in that town for two days before over a thousand soldiers showed up; they imprisoned everybody and burned the entire village down. Such was the punishment for not being ever vigilant to protect the empire. Mother held priority to search the dead. Every male and female below the age of twenty was to be displayed to her. She was worried that they might mistake me for a boy; if I survived and changed my appearance to assimilate, they would not know what to look for. She fell to her knees when she saw me in the line and cried.

I woke up then to mother shaking me half to death. I saw father die before me. Dakota was at the Royal Palace when she was escorted into her room and put under surveillance at all hours until it was deemed safe. It was not long before she figured out why she was being guarded so, and she began demanding to see the King and Queen. She received no answer. She demanded to see me. She received no answer. Then she remembered that I was with father and father was with the King. For one day she laid on her bed crying under four sentries’ eyes.

Mother was sent to her. Mother could barely speak but had too. She was with the Queen when they were bombarded with arrows. The Queen was struck with two. The swordsmen came but lost. Many of the villagers fought with the sentries there. After mother told Dakota, she preferred the sentries’ silence.

Dakota never saw a thing, only heard. She only witnessed the Queen asleep in a casket. The sentries and council treated her like royalty. They questioned me like a criminal. Where did they take the body? What did they do to it? How did he die? Who fought the hardest to protect him? Why didn’t they kill you?

Three quarters in the year would be the time between the end of one King and the new Queen, 278 days. On her fourteenth birthday. She would be fit then. No reason for reaching to less immediate family. Everybody was a suspect in the attempted usurp. The council themselves where suspects and would have been investigated more but they readily agreed to relinquish their total power over the empire to the Princess in so reasonable amount of time. Though, even with giving her the power over the entire kingdom, they tried as hard as possible to influence her. Since the death of the King and Queen, Dakota has met nobody new and everybody she did already know was extensively investigated.

When I came back into reality, Dakota was stepping into the hot soapy water.

"Back from daydreaming I see."

Dakota had come to live with those terms. She respected me and sometimes found it fascinating that at the strangest of times, I would go off into tangents and leave my waking reality for another one. She had said once that I was the opposite of her in that way, I dreamed in my waking and her in her sleeping. I didn’t bother to try to explain that what I think about while awake is quite different than what she does in her sleep. I followed her comment with removing my clothes.

Unlike the bathtub in the washroom between mother’s bedroom and mine, Dakota’s is one fit for a Princess. It easily fit Dakota and I with much room to spare, though in its downsizing, we were just two teenage girls.

"You know when I woke up earlier with your finger in me," she worded almost as a peculiar question, "I would have given almost anything for you to have been a boy and you just kiss me when I opened my eyes."

"Well, if I was a boy, I don’t think I would kiss you anyways because I don’t really like girls that way," I stupidly replied.

"Oh, you can make me cry in pleasure but you can’t even kiss me?" she responded sarcastically.

"Kissing has emotions in it, touching is just fun." We both knew that, we had touched each other a lot, experimenting all the time. I was suppose to know everything and teach her it all, but a lot of the time, I learned stuff from her and from what she did to me by just playing.

"You better wash that hair really nice," Dakota began setting me up, "you’ll be right next to me all day, even while I’m being crowned. Bring your head back to me and I’ll wash it."

The last sentence signaled me to question her intentions, but I was willing. I scooted between her legs with my butt locked between her ankles and leaned back dipping my hair into the water; I used my elbows for support. All I could do was stare up past the tiny bulging breasts and into the Princess’s face.

Diligently, she ran the soapy water through my hair. She got it as clean as she decided upon and quickly moved her free hands to my nipples. A quick gasp mixed with an audible moan escaped my mouth.

"So, you really think that mine will be this big one day."

"My breasts aren’t that big."

"I know, but there a lot bigger than mine and I don’t really want those big ones other woman have; yours are just perfect." Her cupping hands moved back and forth over my breasts.

Before I could thank her for the compliment, she let free my breast by tensing her fingers backward and began encircling my nipples with her tightened palms. I responded by rolling my eyes into the back of my head. She continued the gentle caressing for a while longer before she told me to sit up and scoot back to her. I obeyed with curiosity in what she was planning next. Before I could finish pulling back, she showed me the answer by cupping my vagina in her palm.

"I don’t know how you made this morning so intense but I want to try and show you what I felt."

"Good luck, I don’t even know how I did it."

At the direct end of that sentence, I felt her index finger drive its way into my vagina. The surprise of it gave me more pleasure then I thought it would. He little finger found its way to rest at the bottom of my vagina with her knuckles holding at a mere inch from my butt hole.

Slowly, with her entire finger in me, she raised it up my slit, gently pressing my vaginal tube to the side like a wave running against my body. She stopped when the finger pressed against the top, the little padding at the joining of her finger to her palm rested against my clitoris. Then I felt it pull out and up slowly as so her entire finger’s length rubbed against my pleasure nub.

"I bet that you can’t make me cum without sticking your finger inside of me."

"I’ve done it before a long time ago, I know I can do it again."

"Prove it, let’s see how good the new Queen is at carrying out old ways."

That got her hyped. Dakota loved when I challenged her; so did I. Her mind would move to new heights to spite me and my mind would be blown away with her creativity. I figured that if she wanted to come close to matching what I did to her this morning, she would have to try something new.

Not since we first experienced the pleasures of sticking fingers inside of ourselves, did we find masturbating so easy without such. I sat still with Dakota’s finger rubbing up and down the skin of my slit as she sat behind me deep in thought.

I figured that she would play on her cumming. Either one of us seeing the other experience so much pleasure and oozing our cum onto her bed sheets would always double or triple the pleasure for the one watching. This played into the hand that masturbated the other as well, feeling another’s orgasm was simply incredible. Would she rub me as she made me finger her to her peak and hope that that would be enough?

"Turn around, I got something really good and new."

I pushed myself away from her grip and turned. Dakota pushed one of her small legs under one of mine and scooted the other over my other. She slowly pulled me closer to her. It was a weird position. Was she going to kiss me maybe? I didn’t understand until my vagina spiked in sensitivity as it smooshed itself against her pulsing hot vagina.

"Now we rub together."

Wow, feeling my vagina touch another was so taboo, so wrong but good. If mother had only knew that her seventeen year old daughter was pressing her shaven vaginal lips to the fourteen year old Princess’s, I don’t know, but it felt so good.

Dakota began pushing up and down, left to right, just trying to find what felt best. My bulge was flaming. I stared down at the small naked body of the Princess gyrating her hips into my slit. She was staring down at my vagina with her lower teeth clamping her top lip as she moaned slightly. She worked so intently at trying to get me off. The sheer devotion she showed to me and my vaginal canal was amazingly pleasurable.

My orgasm was building up fast. Dakota’s moaning almost sounded like crying as she worked so hard on me. Her moaning grew with my pleasure. She was about to explode on me.

"Ooooooooh," Dakota groaned as she jammed her hips into mine. With our two vaginas squeezed together, I could feel the little muscles inside of her shivering. She won. As her girl cum pulsed out of her vagina over my slit, I exploded with no control. Her cum was going slightly inside of me as her lips pressed mine apart. I bucked into her as I spasmed my own cum out into her slit. Dakota could not control her moaning.

I grabbed the Princess and pulled her into my arms and hugged her for leverage; she returned with equal pressure on my back with her arms. Our hips pounded and vibrated into each other as our cum smeared together between. Dakota was settling down but was determined not to leave that as the finale.

She pushed me back and we unraveled our legs. My body was a ragdoll to her power as I still floated down gently from my orgasm. My neck came to rest on the curling edge of the tub. Dakota sat on top of my body and began grinding her overly lubricated reproductive organ into mine.

"If this turns out to be as good as I think it will be, you going to have to try it on me sometime." Dakota pushed and humped into me. She was clearly going crazy with enjoyment. Up and down she slid her tiny heated slit into mine. She began jutting and moaning again.

"I already won," she gasped out catching a breath, "so this," another breath, "doesn’t count."

She stuck her arm back behind her and I felt her stab her index finger into my canal. She had also pushed her thumb into her own body and search out the source of her girl cum. Her juices traveled down her thumb and journeyed over her index finger deep into my vagina. I could feel the steaming cum originating from deep inside her vagina ooze far into my body, dripping from her occupying finger. Her boiling liquid stimulated my organ deeper than I thought possible and I lost all control.

My muscles clamped and sucked at Dakota’s finger. My own cum splashed into hers and our two juices were meshed into one between my hot pounding vaginal walls.

Her pounding chest fell onto my body and she pressed the side of her head into mine while she gasped for air, speechless. I held no different in the ecstasy of the situation.

Continued...

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The Teacher's Sucking Lips

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It was Friday afternoon very near the end of the sixth and final period of the school day. Jeannie Boyce sat at her desk in the classroom and watched the students gathering their books and papers and baggage and getting ready to dash out. The bell finally rang and she watched as the students scrambled and dashed for the door. She noticed that one of the students did not join the scramble. She saw him walk back to the rear of the classroom and open the door of the cloakroom and enter it. She waited at her desk for a few minutes, but the student did not come out of the cloakroom. She walked to the rear of the classroom, hesitated for a bit, and then opened the door and looked in the cloakroom. What she saw startled her to say the least. She saw the student standing there with his cock out st
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roking it. She couldn’t help but see that he had a full erection; his dick stood out hard and thick and throbbing as he stroked it up and down. She stood there speechless as he turned toward her, pointing his rigid prick at her and looking straight at her face as he rubbed his cock. She was at a loss what to do; she finally broke away and walked out of the cloakroom.

Later that day she kicked off her shoes and laid back in an easy chair in her apartment and sipped a drink as she reflected on the week that was. She pursed her lips and nodded in satisfaction. All in all, it had been a good week—far better than she had expected; for she had completed her first week of teaching, and nothing catastrophic had happened; she had made no major foul-ups, and nothing really bad had occurred. Her students were for the most part "okay"; a few were rambunctious, but that was to be expected from ninth graders—most of them fourteen or fifteen years old. Yes, all in all, it went pretty good, she thought, all but the incident of seeing the student in the cloakroom. She smiled wryly. But even that was not a catastrophe or a foul-up. It’s funny, she thought. I suppose I should have reported the boy, or admonished him, or something, but…my goodness, he just stood there, looking at me, and stroking his…Umm—his name is Calvin; fourteen, I guess…he just kept stroking it…thick and stiff for a fourteen-year-old boy—umm Should I report him?…No, not for that…gee, but his—his thing was so thick and stiff—throbbing, straining, and he kept stroking it and pointing it at me—and looking at me.

Her throat and mouth were dry; she gulped and licked her lips; her heart was absolutely thudding, and a fizzy tingling had begun in her pussy and had shot upward to her breasts.

She sighed and wagged her head. Ah—it’s been too long, she thought; too long since I had a…how long? Three months? It’s just that—here I am, in this new position; I don’t know anyone yet—at school or anywhere else—first week of school and teaching and all.

Periodically, through the weekend, she found herself thinking of the student, of his stroking his thick stiff throbbing prick, pointing it right at her, and looking at her as he stroked the cock.

The following Monday she was in the middle of her sixth period class; she had given her students problems to be solved, and they were to raise their hands if they needed help. She saw the boy raise his hand and she walked back to him. He sat in the last row in the rear, his desk behind all the others. She stood over him, and he pointed down on his workbook. I don’t understand how to do this, he said. As she looked down she saw that he had his hand on his crotch and was stroking it. She saw that he had a bulging hard-on.

Toward the end of the sixth period, she passed out graded papers to the students; she walked around the room handing the papers to them. When she walked back to his desk to give him his paper she saw that he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. He looked straight at her as he rubbed his thick stiff throbbing cock.

The bell rang and the students scrambled and dashed for the door—all but Calvin. She noticed that he had made his way to the cloakroom.

Her throat and mouth were suddenly dry; her heart thumped. She got up and walked back to the cloakroom, hesitated, and then opened the door.

The boy stood there stroking his cock. Jeannie looked down at it, and gulped and licked her lips. He walked toward her and tugged his cock up. Jeannie gave out a little gasping sound, and then she went down on her knees, grasped his hips, opened her lips and took in the prick.

The boy clutched her head and drove his dick in her mouth, and she began sucking his cock.

The boy was no virgin; he knew what to do. He let her suck his prick for a few minutes, but he didn’t want to shoot his wad in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her. In just a few minutes, he had her down on the floor and was pumping his cock in her pussy,

Jeannie had her arms and legs wrapped around him and was fucking back at him. She was so wrapped up in the fucking that she failed to hear the door of the cloakroom being opened or see the person who had opened it and had stood there for a few minutes watching. The door closed again.

The next day Jeannie was surprised and alarmed to receive a summons to the principle’s office. She felt a sense of trepidation about it, and wondered what it could be. Maybe an evaluation, she thought.

She entered the office and looked nervously at the principle, Mr. Stone. He was a heavy-set man with a ruddy complexion and a flinty look. He didn’t glare at her but he did fix her with a somber gaze. He stood up from his desk and moved around it and came to within three feet of her. He held a folder.

"Ms. Boyce, I’ve been reviewing your file," he said. "You’ve been teaching here for a week." He closed the folder and pitched it onto the desk.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "This makes my second week."

"And how do you like teaching here?"

"Oh, I like it, sir, it’s great. Everything about it has been good."

"You want to continue teaching here?"

"Why, yes sir. Very much so."

"Well, I’m afraid that may not be possible."

Jeannie quailed back till her rear end touched against the desk. "Wha…what, sir? Uh—I mean—I don’t understand."

"Well, I’ll make it clear to you. Your behavior, your conduct, has been, shall I say, less than becoming. To be specific, you’ve committed an act, which has no grounds for appeal. I refer to your actions with your student in the cloakroom yesterday."

Jeannie’s face blanched and her lower lip dropped. She started to speak, but nothing came out but a stutter.

"Of course, there is no excuse or appeal you can make. Ordinarily, you would be summarily dismissed immediately—terminated, and I don’t have to tell you that it would mark the end of your teaching—anywhere. I would be the one to dismiss you—it’s up to me."

"Mr. Stone—I don’t think—I mean—I—"

"Ms. Boyce, yesterday, when you were in the cloakroom, you didn’t see or notice the door being opened and someone seeing you with the student. That someone was me, Ms. Boyce. I saw you and the student, saw what you were doing. So there’s no need for you to deny it or try to justify it."

She gulped, wagged her head and looked down. There was nothing she could say.

"As I said, Ms. Boyce, it’s up to me, if you are dismissed or not. Now, the way I see it is this: Perhaps something can be worked out. It’s up to you, Ms. Boyce."

"Something can be worked out?"

"Yes, Ms. Boyce. You know what I mean. It can be worked out—here and now."

She saw the way he was looking at her body. She also saw the pointed throbbing bulge in his pants. She then realized what the score was. And she also realized that she really had no choice, and there was no decision to be made anyway. Of course she would acquiesce.

"What…what do you want me to do?" she asked.

He walked over to the door and locked it, and then came back and stood close to her. "You know what to do," he said. He nodded toward her blouse. "The top-and the bottom."

She understood and she complied. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she slid her skirt down. He nodded. "Okay, all the rest too—the top—and the bottom."

She unhooked her bra and pulled it off, and then slid her panties down and off.

Mr. Stone looked at her naked body, and he gave out an "Umm." He reached out and clutched her titties and rubbed and squeezed them. He grasped her behind her legs and lifted and pushed her back onto the desk, and lifted her legs and drew them back. He went down on her, rubbing his mouth on her pussy and sliding his tongue along the slit. He clasped her hips and jammed his tongue in her cunt.

Jeannie gasped at the sensation of his tongue jabbing in her pussy. She thrust her cunt up, pressing it on his mouth.

He slid his tongue out and pulled her forward. He hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He grasped her around her hips and pulled her forward onto his prick.

He drove his thick hard cock up her cunt, digging it in, stuffing it deep. Then he pulled back a few inches and drove it forward again.

Jeannie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and locked her legs around his waist. He then proceeded to fuck her royally.

"Ohh, ahh, unh, ahh," Jeannie gasped and fucked back at him.

He went down on her tits, licking and sucking them as he pumped the meat to her.

"Unh, ahh, ooh—ahh, ummm," Jeannie cooed out as he screwed her cunt.

He gave a mighty heave and crammed his cock in her cunt and let her have it. He squirted a gob of cum deep in her pussy.

Jeannie thrust her cunt up and tightened her muscles. Her pussy sucked on his cock, sucking up his cum.

Jeannie felt good about it. She knew that now she was "protected"; she knew that the principal was on her side, so to speak. She was free - free to suck and fuck, and she intended to do just that.

At the end of the sixth and final period of the school day, Jeannie went to the cloakroom where the fourteen-year-old student had gone. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her mouth. She wrapped her legs around the boy, and he thrust his prick in her cunt. "Ahh - fuck me, boy, fuck your teacher," Jeannie gasped to him, as he pumped his boy cock in his teacher’s pussy. "Ah yeah, umm - so fucking good," she cooed.

He drove his dick up her cunt and squirted his boy cum deep in her pussy. "Ooh yeah - sweet fucking boy, ummm yeah," she panted as he pumped cum in her cunt.

This is great, Jeannie thought. I can suck and fuck every day here at school…and there are dozens of students here - boys with nice stiff cocks just waiting to be sucked and to fuck their teacher. And there’s the principal Mr. Stone also. I’m going to suck him too.

There was a boy in her third period class that she had her eye on. He was fifteen years old, and big and husky for his age. She got him in the cloakroom, and he couldn’t believe his good fortune. His teacher sucked his cock, deep-throating him. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass sticking up and told him to fuck her from behind. He drove his boy cock up his teacher’s rear-end.

Jeannie was in heaven. This is so great, she thought. All the cock I could want is right here in this school. All I could want to fuck me…all the cock I could want to suck.

 

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The Butterfly Club

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 I’d heard about the Butterfly Club for quite a few years.  A very exclusive club, it was.  Very secret location, very secret membership, and the things that happened there were especially secret.  But there were rumors.  Enticing rumors.  Exciting rumors.  Rumors that no sexual act, however deviant or kinky, was forbidden.  I wanted to see

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for myself, but no one I knew had more information than I did.  Some people doubted that it really existed.  

I got a break one day when my buddy Rex took me aside.  “Hey, you keep asking about the Butterfly Club.  I may have some info for you.  Seems Kim – you know, the redhead in the office next door – might know something about it, maybe even be a member.  Dunno whether it’s true, but you might want to give her a buzz.”

Yeah, I knew Kim.  Luscious little morsel.  Redhead, about five-one, probably less than a hundred pounds, tits in the 32-range and stuck straight out, very trim and tight.  Not quite centerfold material, but very attractive nonetheless with a nice personality.  I’d noticed her many times.  But up ‘til a few weeks ago I was involved in a sorta-permanent relationship.  It fell apart and actually I hadn’t had a date since.  I decided to go for it. 

I caught her coming in from lunch one day, chatted a while, and asked her out for Saturday night.  “Sure,” she answered.  “I was going to visit my sister this weekend, but we can rearrange that.  I’d love to.”  It was a good date.  She turned out to be a very sweet and interesting person and we found several areas of strong mutual interest.  We went out the next two weekends and enjoyed a bedtime session after the last.  She was just as lovely and interesting in bed.

The next morning at breakfast I asked her if she had ever heard of the Butterfly Club.  She hesitated a moment, then replied, “Yeah, maybe.  Are you a member?”  

“No,” I told her, “someone said that maybe you are.”

She looked at me strangely.  “Did you ask me out just to get into the Butterfly Club?”

Busted, sorta.  “Kim, probably I would have.  I don’t deny that.  But I’ve been watching you for several months now, involved in another relationship and wishing I could date you.  That one’s over now, and I jumped at the chance to ask you out when I could.”  It was mostly true. 

She was still doubtful.  “Rick, it’s a really private thing.  It might not be the sort of thing that you’d like.  Lots of…really unusual stuff…happens there.  And I’m not sure I know you well enough to take you.”

Gotta admit, the girl was dead honest.  I was wishing that I could be that honest.  “Kim, I really do like you.  I realize that we haven’t known each other long, and you’ll just have to make up your own mind whether I’m trustworthy.  But I’d still like to go there with you.”

We really did like each other; that much was evident.  And I believe that was what swayed her.  She decided to trust that I was not connected with the law or planning to blab the club’s secrets around town.  We made a date to go the following Friday night.

I was already getting hard before I even picked her up, just from the anticipation.  Nobody had been able to tell me much about it, and Kim wouldn’t.  “You’ll just have to see for yourself,” she told me.  But the little that I had heard had me squirming already.  I knew that Kim noticed my erection, but she didn’t mention it.  

It was not impressive on the outside.  Situated in an old warehouse in a part of town that was not the best, it gave no hint of the delights inside.  We entered into a small office that looked at home in that shabby building.  But the next door revealed a large lobby that would have done credit to a fine hotel, with no resemblance to the scene outside.  Deep plush carpet, quality furniture, lovely chandelier, it all amazed me.  A number of couples were socializing here, still fully dressed, and several singles were evident as well.  I found out later that single members were as welcome as couples.  As we registered, I was very self-conscious of my prominent boner, but either the receptionist didn’t notice or she was accustomed to seeing male guests with erections.  The men’s and ladies’ dressing rooms (should I say undressing rooms?) opened off opposite sides and Kim and I kissed briefly before going off to prepare for the evening.

When I reached the dressing room my suspicions were confirmed.  Almost every guy was already sporting an erection and in some cases the men were pumping gently.  There were no rules about dress and a few preferred to wear a thong or other garment, but Kim and I had agreed to be naked from the start tonight.  By this time I was rather proud of the hardon pointing at my navel, and it responded with its first drop of pre-cum.  I couldn’t resist skimming it off and tasting it, a little erotic habit of mine.  Delicate taste, a bit sweet and salty as usual. 

The other door of the dressing room opened into a common area for entrance into the main room.  Here couples met to begin their night of frolic.  Looking around, I noticed excitement in every face, arousal in every body.  As each couple met to go out, they kissed, often quite passionately, and I noted more than a little genital touching, titty-squeezing, and other pre-sexual activity.  One couple in particular seemed almost ready to use the floor right there, but controlled themselves and went through the door.

I waited only a minute or so for Kim, but I was not prepared for the lovely vision that walked toward me.  Her hair was now in a ponytail, making her look like a sweet young schoolgirl, complete with a pretty schoolgirl smile.  I knew her body was lovely, but this was hardly real.  The pert little breasts that I remembered from our night together stood out and greeted me, dark pink areolae with pinkish brown nipples already hard with anticipation.  The gorgeous swell of her hips caused my cock to tremble, and her pussy was the same beautiful red color as her hair, neatly trimmed.  I could have married her right that minute.  We met and kissed with only a little of our pent-up passion and entered the main hall. 

The scene before me was astounding.  It was a very large room, mostly filled with low couches a bit smaller than double beds.  Around the sides were a few partially-sheltered alcoves, offering semi-privacy to those who preferred it.  In general, though, the club was meant for those who enjoyed their sex in public, and the large room primarily catered to them.  At the front were 2 raised areas that can only be described as stages.  Apparently those were meant for those who truly meant to put on a show.  I learned later that by the very lax rules of the club no sex was to be considered private and anyone was welcome to observe others as closely as he desired.  The area in front of the stages was open and free of couches and eventually I learned why that was true.

As we entered, one of the couches to the left was occupied by a naked young couple (actually, most of the patrons chose to be naked).  They were lying down, and she was giving him an intense blowjob.  It was obvious that he had very nearly reached the “point of no return” and even as we watched she suddenly raised up, gave his cock a couple of hard strokes, and watched his semen shoot into the air repeatedly, falling on his chest in large splashes.  When he finished, she lovingly sucked his cock clean, licked up every spot of sperm on his body, then fell into a deep and passionate kiss with him, obviously sharing the semen.  It was extremely erotic and my cock twitched eagerly.

The impatient couple that I saw in the common area had not wasted a moment.  We saw them several rows down on one of the couches and it seemed that they had not wasted a moment.  His cock was red and shiny as it pumped into her repeatedly, and her eyes were closed in apparent ecstasy.

Another couple was much more restrained.  Whether they had just arrived, too, or were merely taking a break we didn’t know.  But they were sitting quietly together observing the action about the room and gently stroking the other’s genitals.  It really didn’t seem sexual so much as pleasure-giving.  He would stroke her pussy in little circles for a while, then slip a finger through her slit, sometimes bringing it to his mouth to taste her juices.  Then perhaps a gentle stroke or two to her clit, which usually brought a catch in her breath.  And back to light circles.  Once in a while his finger would find her vagina and I could see it slip in for a moment.

For her part, she was holding his cock, moving slowly up and down, not nearly fast enough to make him cum.  She would ring the head, massaging that sensitive area just below, taste an occasional drop of pre-cum, squeeze his balls lightly, and just generally use his dick as a convenient toy.  They both seemed very content, though I could tell that even that light caressing was building sexual tension. 

Kim squeezed my hand and asked, “Well, what’s your pleasure?”

Actually, I was overwhelmed and overloaded. Never had I seen so many naked people in one place.  The array of titties and pussies and asses was mind-boggling.  I wanted to squeeze every tit and lick every pussy at once.  I was the proverbial donkey starving between two piles of hay.  “I don’t know,” I told her.  “Could we just wander around a while so I can see what fun is available?” 

“It’s all available.  That’s one of the rules of the club.  Absolutely any consensual act is allowed, however kinky or unusual, unless it involves actual injury.  You’ll probably see some things that you don’t like.  Certainly I have, but you don’t have to observe or participate in those.  And you may propose any sexual act to anyone here, without giving offense.  He or she may refuse, also without offense.”

As we wandered I could indeed see a variety of sexual acts.  Heterosexual sex, of course, in just about any position one can imagine, with varying numbers of participants.  Lesbian sex, some involving several women and some very creative toys.  Some male homosexuality, of course; their preference but not my cup of tea.  And yes, there were always those who became aroused by watching and needed a bit of self-gratification.  Very non-judgmental place.

I noticed that one young lady, apparently a gymnast, had gone into a handstand in the open area in front and had opened her legs, forming a wide “Y.”  Her companion had bent over and was eagerly licking and sucking and the happy noises that she made suggested that his efforts were appreciated.  After a few minutes, he stopped and indicated for others to come up and entertain her, too.  Eating pussy that way was a long-standing fantasy of mine, and I looked to Kim for approval.  “Of course,” she answered.  “That’s why you are here, to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Come on.” 

 As we got closer we could see that her pussy was shaved clean, and with her legs spread so widely the bright pink flesh inside gleamed with her juices.  I bent over and licked eagerly, becoming very aroused with her tangy taste.  Her clit was standing up proudly, and I nipped and sucked it several minutes, til she shuddered with an orgasm and I stepped back.  To my surprise, Kim took my place, French-kissing her cunt and giving her a generous tongue-fuck.  I noticed that one of Kim’s hands was very busy between her own legs. 

When Kim stepped back, I kissed her deeply, sharing the girl’s spicy juices.  “God, she tasted good, didn’t she?” Kim said.  “I would have loved to stay there and cum with her a few times.”

“You’re needing some attention yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I asked her.  She nodded.  Her fingers were still stroking her clit lightly.

“Yeah, that got me really turned on.  You could see me squirming, couldn’t you?  Looks like you might have gotten a little turned on yourself, now that I notice.”  My cock was just about as hard as it gets, pointing at my chin, with the head bright and tight and shiny.

“Well, you know how eating pussy gets me heated up.  What say we find us a place and do something about it?”  We strolled over to a vacant couch and I urged her to lie back.  “Let’s see how you are tasting tonight.”

“I want some, too,” she told me.  “You definitely look good enough to eat.”  So I lay back and allowed her to move over me in 69 position.  She was thoroughly turned on.  She attacked my cock like it was her first sex in years, sucking hard and jacking me, almost as if she were trying to make me cum quickly.  And maybe that’s what she needed, a shot of cum in the face.  As soon as my tongue touched her cunt she began moving against my mouth, forcing me to her clit.  I had wanted to start off slowly, teasing her pussy, tickling the lips with my tongue, sucking her vagina a bit, and working gradually toward her clit.  Not this time.  My only choice was to suck and nibble on her clitty, pulling back occasionally to rub it hard with my fingers or push it down and to the sides.  She liked that.  But always I had to come back to sucking it hard and nipping with my teeth, and she would grind it harder into my face.

Her orgasm would be soon, and the way she was sucking my cock, so would mine.  I slipped two fingers into her vagina and moved them up to her “G” spot, and BANG, she lunged toward me in her first orgasm.  I knew she wasn’t finished and continued to suck and move my fingers in and out.  She had another and another, and on the last one she pushed me to the breaking point, too.  I began to gush semen into her sweet, soft mouth and if she lost a drop of it I wasn’t aware.  For a half minute or so we were animals, lost in our respective orgasmic bliss, unaware of any civilizing factor. 

They all end sometime, though, and I stroked her ass and legs gently, helping her to calm her body, then gently rolled her off me and moved up beside her to kiss and hold her.  I have found that a woman needs to be held after sex.  I continued stroking and kissing her gently til she turned to me.  “God, that was great, Rick.  I really needed that one.”

“So did I, angel, and y’know what?  You taste better than she did.  I could happily spend all night between your legs.”

She smiled at the compliment.  “That’s sweet, Rick, and thanks.  I was pretty frantic.”  She was quiet for a long moment.  “Was it awful of me?” 

“Was what awful, sweetheart?”

“When I sucked her pussy, was that awful?  I really hadn’t planned to do it.  But it looked so good when you were doing it and it smelled so wonderful that I just had to taste.  And it was worth it.  What a sweet and pretty cunt.”

Well, let me say here that when we talk of pretty cunts, you’ll seldom find one nicer than Kim’s.  As I mentioned, she trims closely.  Her pussy is really rather small, with pretty, puffy outer lips and very neat little inner lips.  Now, I really don’t mind the pussy lips that are kinda scalloped and free-flowing.  They are very, very sexy.  But to me, the neat kind like Kim’s is the prettiest.  I told her, “Babydoll, you said it yourself, this is a place to fulfill sexual fantasies.  Nothing you do is wrong.  Enjoy it.”

It looked like there was some new action up front, and I saw a woman and three men on one of the platforms.  I wondered if they were going to do a triple penetration, something that I have seen in pornos but didn’t believe anyone else really did.  One of the men lay down, and the woman straddled him with her back to him and slid his cock inside.  She then lay back across him and the second man straddled him, positioned himself carefully, and inserted his own cock into her cunt beside the first guy.  I had heard that this was possible, but never thought to see it.  The third man moved up for oral attention.  

It was incredibly erotic to see the two dicks moving in unison in her pussy.  They had to be synchronized, since otherwise one would push the other out.  Both were gleaming with her juices, and she was obviously in a state of bliss, lying back quietly and letting these two organs churn her pussy.  It must have been extremely erotic for the men, since it wasn’t long til one showed obvious signs of needing to cum.  He tried to control it, but since the other man was moving against him it was not possible.  Soon he loosed a blast of cum, then another and another.  Apparently this was a trigger.  She began to convulse and move against them and the other man also launched his own blast.  Her pussy couldn’t come close to holding it all.  A virtual torrent of cum came squishing out around the two cocks, and each man continued to thrust til there was nothing left to shoot.

Meanwhile, she had done a superb job on the third man, and just as the others finished he filled her mouth with several blasts of his own cum.  She was not up to the challenge, though, and most of it wound up on her tits. 

She slid off and lay next to the first man, eyes glazed and muscles still twitching.  If it hurt her she didn’t show it; as she lay there a smile appeared on her face and she looked at each of the men with affection.  I figured that this wasn’t their first time doing this.

There was further activity in the open area in front.  Five chairs were brought up, and five guys sat down in them, each sporting a rather impressive erection.  Apparently this was a more or less regular feature, because women immediately lined up in front of them, each woman in turn straddling the first guy, slipping his cock into her, giving him a dozen or so strokes, then moving to the next guy to do the same.  Obviously it was a contest to see which guy could hold out the longest without coming.

She looked at me.  “Rick, I want to do it.  I never have and I want to.” 

“It’s your night, babydoll.  Go for it.”

The women were trying their best to force the guys to come.  Some varied the rhythm, speeding up, then slowing down and milking the cock.  Some used a side to side or rotary motion.  Some just pushed down hard.  There was a prize for each woman who could make a guy come.

I must admit, I was just a little jealous as Kim mounted the first guy.  I really wanted her all to myself.  Silly of me.  She looked so pretty with those small, firm tits sticking straight out, her cute little red bush, and her ponytail.  As she mounted him, her lips formed an “O” and she sat a moment as her pussy adjusted.  Then she began to move in a circular up and down motion.  It was obviously stimulating the guy, but he held out as she moved to the next and did the same. 

As she moved down the line for the third time I could see that she was getting turned on.  Her skin had a light sheen of sweat and she seemed as interested in reaching her own orgasm as in producing one with the guy.  She wasn’t alone.  Most of the women were showing signs of arousal, and a few had reached an orgasm and dropped out.  Two of the guys definitely appeared to be straining to hold it back, and as I watched, one lost the battle and filled his current partner full of hot fluid.  As he lost it, he gave in completely and humped her hard.  They both grinned, and he kissed her and patted her ass as they got up to leave.  A couple of minutes later the other guy also bit the dust.

Kim put the third man out.  She was reaching her own peak when she got to him and she bounced frantically to achieve it.  It was too much for him.  As she puffed and humped through her orgasm he pumped her full of sperm.  They sat a minute or so, savoring the pleasant sensations, then she, like one of the other women, took her hot, soggy pussy to the next man. 

Only two men were left now, with three women.  Soon one of the women reached a strong orgasm and decided she had had enough.  Now the only women were Kim and another woman named Sheila.  They alternated on the men and soon Sheila made one of them cum, so the other guy won.  They didn’t stop, though, since there was a nice prize for the woman who made the last guy cum.  But in a few minutes I could see that Kim was punishing her clit and vagina during Sheila’s turn, and sure enough, as soon as Kim mounted again she began a hard, crushing orgasm.  She stayed on longer than her turn, though Sheila didn’t object, and when she finished she kissed Sheila soundly and told her, “I’ve had enough, babe; you finish him off.”

Sheila returned the kiss with interest and stroked Kim’s breast.  “Thanks.  Uh, you think maybe you and I could give it a try sometime?” 

Kim stroked Sheila just as intimately.  “I’d like that.”

Kim walked over to me and I teased her a bit.  “Hmm, was I seeing a little lez tendency there?”

She blushed.  “Y’know, I’m very seldom that way.  Most of the time I strongly prefer men.  But just occasionally I want the scent and softness of a woman.  Sheila is very nice.”

“So are you going to do a session with her?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  Would that bother you?”

I grinned.  “Not at all, so long as I get to watch.”

She grinned, too, as she led me to one of the couches.  “I think that would make it even hotter.”

We lay down, she with her mussed hair, flushed face, sweaty body, and soggy, fragrant pussy and I with a steel rod between my legs that needed exercise.  She was almost unbearably sexy.  But I knew that she wouldn’t be ready for sex for a while.

We lay and just held hands for a few minutes, then she surprised me.  “Rick, I’d like you to fuck me.  Not really hard or fast, and I’m tired, so I might not respond my best, but I’d like to feel you inside me.”  She paused.  “Would you do that?”

Would I do that?  I aimed my face toward the top of her legs and she said, “I don’t need any foreplay; you can just stick it in.”

“Give me just a moment, sweetheart.”  I knew what I was going to find, and I wasn’t going to miss this.  I moved my face close and inhaled deeply.  Omigod, what a variety of scents!  Her own sweet smell, of course, with lots of her more pungent sex scent thrown in, but also the salty smell of her sweat, the borrowed scents of the other women, and of course the smell of the semen already inside her.  I could almost cum right then.  I kissed her pussy gently, then more firmly, sliding my tongue through her slit.  It was so slippery that there was almost no friction at all.  Just sliding back and forth, licking and kissing, I tasted what I had smelled before.  Can anything be more erotic? 

I moved up over her and slid inside, kissing her.  She pulled back in mock dismay.  “Oh my god, is that the way I smell?”

“You smell wonderful, babydoll, very, very sexy, and no wonder.  You’ve been a busy little beaver.”  She stuck out her tongue at my pun and kissed me again, hard.  I began moving inside her, smoothly and gently, just making her feel loved.  It was a long time before I came.

“You’re quite a girl, Kim.  I don’t think I have ever known anyone so sweet and interesting and sexy.”

“I feel that way about you, too, Rick.  This has been one of my nicest nights ever.”

We spent the rest of the evening just watching, no more real sex.  Oh, there was kissing and cuddling and intimate touching.  I couldn’t keep my hands off her body and she was still fascinated with my cock.  She loved to play with it, hard or soft.

We have gone several times since then and experimented quite a bit with each other and with other members.  I have my own membership now and I’ve gone alone a few times when she wasn’t available.  Haven’t taken another girl, though.  Kim’s a pretty special girl and I want to see how this one works out.

Auntie Mabel Sixty & Sexy

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Auntie Mabel.   Sixty and Sexy.

 

Book one

 

John.

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John woke up late, but it was no problem as it was a Saturday and he didn’t have to go to work this weekend.

He had overslept a bit because last night had been his eighteenth birthday, and he had been out with a few friends celebrating.

 

Luckily he never suffered from hangovers, so although a bit tired he was otherwise ok.

Feeling the now familiar ache in his cock he resigned himself to his morning wank.

 

He had tried often to ignore his cock’s demands before, but if he didn’t see to it, then he would think of nothing else all day but girls.

Once he had come, he would feel the welcome relief and relaxation of all his muscles that was the good side of masturbation.

 

The bad side, was the recognition that although he was now officially a man, he had still never had sex with a girl.

 

John was an apprentice engineer, and as such was in a predominantly male world.

The walls of the factory were covered in pinups of naked women, some with their legs wide open and some even opening their cunts.

Most of the banter between the engineers, was about which girl they fancied in the office, and who had fucked who lately.

 

Before john had started work he had been sheltered from the sexual side of life by his mum.

Doreen was a straight laced lady, and wouldn’t allow any smutty talk or pictures in her house.

 

However now after two years in engineering, he was know fully versed in the theory of fucking women.

 

He just didn’t think he would ever get to actually fuck one any time soon.

Like most lads, he tried to give the impression that he had plenty of girlfriends, and was quite a man of the world.

Unfortunately he was just to shy to approach any of the girls he fancied, and too honest to pretend to fancy the ones he didn’t.

 

However before he could commence his relief, he heard his mother coming up the stairs towards his room.

 

‘Come on John, get up quick, you promised to help me this morning,’ she shouted through his bedroom door, before returning to the kitchen.

To take his mind off his sexual problems, he tried to remember what it was, that he had to do that day.

 

Oh yes, he remembered that he had promised to help his mother’s old friend Auntie Mabel, move in to her new house just up the road from theirs.

 

He had never met her, apparently she wasn’t really his Aunt, but was just a very old friend of his mother’s.

After being widowed a few years ago, she had downsized into a small flat close to his mother for company.

 

He got up, washed and dressed and ran down to the kitchen.

His mother Doreen, who had been up since 7am, made him some tea and toast.

Then they both left the house, and walked the few hundred yards to the flat.

 

 

John and Mabel.First moves.Housewarming.Mabel’s Plan.Odd Jobs.The Bath.The Shower.The Bedroom.Mabel’s Bottom.Mabel’s Pussy.Drying John.Licking and Sucking.Fingering.First cunt.First Arse.First Fuck.May in Bondage.Doggie Fashion.Golden Shower.

 

The removal men had just driven away and the first thing John noticed was a woman bending over a box in the garden.

She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a tee-shirt, and a big floppy hat and he noticed that she had a lovely little bum.

 

‘Who is that?’ he asked his mum as they went through the gate.

His mum ignored him as she walked right up to the woman and lightly smacked her on the bottom.

 

‘Hello trouble, here we are at last, I’ve brought you a strong pair of arms to do the heavy lifting so you don’t need to lift that box anywhere’.

The woman straightened up and turned to face them with a welcoming smile on her face.

 

She was about five foot tall and although generally slim she had a well-developed bust under the tee-shirt and her nipples proclaimed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

He realised that although from the rear she looked like a young woman, her beautiful heart shaped face belonged to a mature worldly-wise woman.

Her eyes were a stunning deep blue and they focused on john as he stood by the gate.

 

‘Hello Dor, lovely to see you, who is this fine young man?’ she asked smiling at John.

He was a lovely big boy, and her still wet cunt twinged as she looked at him.

‘This is my son John, John this is your Auntie Mabel’. Introduced his mum.

 

‘For heaven’s sake Dor. You make me feel old, Auntie indeed, ‘just call me May, John’ she replied shaking his hand and looking up at him with a smile.

 

From his height advantage, he looked down at her, and his eyes were drawn involuntarily to where the top of her loose tee-shirt had gaped open, and was giving him a partial view of two firm large breasts.

 

Like most teenagers he was transfixed for a few seconds, before he noticed May was still shaking his hand, which had the effect of making her breasts wobble in a most disturbing way.

 

To his horror he felt his unruly cock stiffen in his pants, and he could feel his face going red. ‘ Nice to meet you he stammered’.

 

‘I can see that’ she replied with a mischievous grin, and turned and walked towards his mother, who was waiting just inside the door of the flat for them.

 

John used the few seconds when they were both looking the other way, to put his hand into his pants and adjust his cock so it didn’t stick out so much.

 

His mother had gone into the flat, and was moving things about in the small kitchen.

May however had stopped at the front door, and to John’s further embarrassment, she seemed to be observing him in the reflection of the glass panels in the door.

May thought to herself that this could be the start of something nice.

 

She turned to him with a smile and said, ‘ when you have sorted yourself out John, could you bring in that box of things marked for the kitchen please’.

She then joined his mum in the kitchen, while he located the box required and brought it in to them.

 

They spent most of the morning settling her in, and John found himself really liking May.

He found her charming and witty, and gradually relaxed in her company until he felt that he had known her for ages.

 

They had a tea break, during which his mum quizzed May about her life before coming to the village.

John learned that she had been married to a wealthy businessman, who had spent a lot of the time travelling around the world for a big oil company.

Sometimes he would take May with him to exotic places, but more often she was left behind in England.

 

He had died in Bahrain, and his body was flown back to England for burial a few years ago.

May had been alone in their big house in Berkshire, until she had finally decided to move closer to her friends and family.

 

May had a lovely melodious voice, and John found himself empathising with her, as she spoke of her childhood, and amusing anecdotes of her life as a teenager and a young woman.

John noticed that there was no mention of children in her stories, and he also noticed that his mum avoided asking about any.

 

 

As they finished up in the lounge May asked john to take a box of bits up to the room that she would be using as a her bedroom.

He carried the large box carefully upstairs negotiating the narrow stairs with care lest he dropped it and finally lowered it onto the double bed that he had previously assembled.

 

The box however gave up the ghost when it hit the bed and its contents spilled out over the covers.

 

He gave a resigned sigh and started to gather up the bits and pieces into a neat pile.

Suddenly he noticed that he was holding in his hand what appeared to be a copy of his cock.

 

It was slightly bigger than him at full size, and seemed to be made of a soft latex, that felt rather nice and warm in his hand.

Although a virgin, he knew from stories told to him by the older engineers, that this was a vibrator, and women used them to make themselves orgasm.

 

A picture of May lying on her back stark naked, with this thing thrust up her cunt, flashed unbidden into his mind, and instantly his cock sprang again into full erection.

 

He groaned, and with the hand that wasn’t holding the vibrator, he grasped his unruly cock and squeezed it to try and get it back to normal.

Unfortunately all this achieved, was to make it even bigger.

 

He had to drop the vibrator on the bed, in order to use both hands so as to straighten his cock upright in his pants, for as much comfort as he could get in his present condition.

 

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, he looked up to see May standing in the doorway, watching him with a wry grin on her face.

 

‘I see you have met my secret lover; sorry about the box it was to old for the job, a bit like me’ she said quietly.

 

‘Sorry Aunt May’ he stammered going red again, ‘ it just fell out and I picked it up.

I don’t think that you are to old at all, I think you are fantastic, and I like you a lot’

 

‘Do you really like me John? She said with a beautiful smile.

That’s very nice to hear at my time of life, when you get to Sixty you tend to think that a lot of things are over for you.

Its nice to hear that someone still thinks about you, in a certain way’.

 

‘You don’t look anything like Sixty’ he replied ‘you have got a better figure than most of the girls at college’.

‘Why John what do you mean? Are you referring to these by any chance, I couldn’t help but notice your interest earlier’ she said with a smile.

 

John looked on in amazement as she cheekily held her breasts, one in each hand and slowly lifted them up.

He couldn’t help but notice that her nipples had gone hard, as they pushed against the thin material of her tee-shirt.

 

‘We get erect too you know, just like someone we know’ she whispered conspiratorially to him, and winked as she walked out of the bedroom.

 

‘John, May, tea’s ready when you are’ yelled Doreen up the stairs to them.

John followed May downstairs, he took his time to give his cock a chance to shrink back to normal, before he had to appear in front of his mum.

 

May thanked them both for all their help, and invited them both round the next day for a small housewarming party.

Doreen said they would be delighted to come, and that they would bring her husband Sam as well.

 

That night as he lay in bed, John couldn’t think of anything but May.

She fascinated him, she was still beautiful and sexy, and so obviously experienced, compared to the young silly girls that he was used to in College.

 

He kept seeing her lifting her fantastic breasts up for him, and the thought of her hard nipples, caused him to wank his cock harder and longer than he had ever done before.

 

When he finally came, his cum shot up into the air a good few feet, before splattering back over his belly and pubic hair.

 

The image that ignited his massive orgasm, was of him sucking those glorious nipples, and hearing May moan his name as he called out hers in the midst of his orgasm.

 

 

The next day couldn’t come soon enough for him, and he was up, showered and dressed by eight.

He surprised his parents by appearing in the kitchen without them having to call him.

 

He had taken special care in dressing, and his mother complimented him on how smart he looked.

 

‘Seeing a new girl are we’ commented his dad jokingly.

‘Leave him alone Sam, its nice to see him up, let alone smart for a change’, said Doreen with a fond smile at them both.

 

The evening finally arrived, and they walked over to May’s flat.

John had been looking forward to seeing her all day, but when she opened the door to let them in he was stunned.

 

She was wearing an evening dress of scarlet silk, which chastely covered her breasts.

However the sight that took John’s breath away was her hair.

The previous day she had been wearing a big floppy hat, that had almost completely hidden her hair.

 

Today it was revealed in all its glory, it was thick, wavy, golden blond, and hung down her back to within a few inches of the floor.

John just stared at May and said in a wondering voice,’ it’s like a golden waterfall, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life’.

Both his parents looked at him in surprise.

 

‘Thank you kind sir,’ said May with a giggle,’ I hardly ever bother to wear it like this except for special occasions’.

‘It looks lovely dear’ said Doreen,’ you always were proud of your hair as I remember’.

 

May had cooked them a lovely dinner, and John watched her enthralled, as she played the gracious host during the evening.

She was in a sparkling mood, and even had his dad laughing out loud at some of her stories.

 

They all drank far too much wine, including John, who was given a few extra glasses by May.

She had heard that he had just turned eighteen earlier that week.

 

‘If he is eighteen, then he is now a man and must be treated as such’ she stated.

When his parents had both taken the dishes into the kitchen to load the dishwasher, he was left alone with May.

 

The wine and food had gone to his head, and he found himself explaining to her that although he appreciated her remarks concerning him being a man at eighteen, he wasn’t really a man yet as he hadn’t had a proper girlfriend.

 

In the midst of telling her how beautiful she was, he fell off the chair and lay on the floor with his head spinning in a pleasant way.

 

He wasn’t sure if he imagined that she knelt down beside him, and leaning over, kissed him slowly and sexily on his mouth, while he felt her hand fondling his cock.

‘We will see about that in good time’, she whispered in his ear, before getting up and calling for Sam to help his son to his feet.

 

John lay in bed that night and went over everything that had happened, so as to be sure not to forget any part of it.

He tried to have a wank, but he was so drunk that his cock didn’t work, and he fell asleep still thinking about May.

 

The next few days passed without any sign of May, and he began to wonder if indeed he had read far too much into some innocent friendly remarks.

It wasn’t until the next Friday evening, that his mum asked him if he could do her friend Mabel a favour, and help her with her garden the next morning.

 

At first he didn’t know who she was talking about, then he remembered that May’s real name was Mabel.

Even thinking about her seemed to change the word Mabel, into May Bell.

 

 

 

Mabel was having a hard time deciding what to do about the situation with her and John.

 

Up to this point there was no situation, and she knew that she shouldn’t proceed any father along the road of seduction that she was considering for John.

 

All her good intentions however were being eroded by three major facts.

One, he was so tall and handsome and obviously innocent of the sexual side of life between the sexes.

 

Two, she knew she could introduce him to sex better, and more sensitively than any young chit of a girl could.

 

Three, since the death of her husband she had been so terribly lonely.

 

She hadn’t mentioned, and Doreen hadn’t taken her up on the fact, that her husband had been twenty years younger than she was when they married.

May had been attracted to younger men than herself all her life.

 

She knew that she was taking a terrible risk with her friendship with Doreen, but she was weak and needed love and attention like anyone else.

 

She stood naked in front of her full length mirror, and arranged her hair so that it covered both breasts, whilst leaving her curly golden pubic hair in full view.

Lady Godiva eat your heart out, she thought with determination, I want him and I need him, and I am going to teach him all there is to know about love.

 

When he is ready for his first young woman he will be a confident and experienced young man thanks to me. 

She turned away from the mirror and laid on her bed, her hand reaching for her battery powered lover.

 

She switched it on and gently rubbed it between her thick pubic hair until it was over her clitoris.

She closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure started and thought of John.

 

 

John had thought of no-one else but May since he was last with her, and after a few insincere mumblings about missing out on drinks with his mates, he apparently reluctantly agreed to help his mum’s friend with her garden.

 

When the agreed time came, he was once again clean and smart in his workshirt and jeans, and waving to his mum he set out towards May’s flat with a spring in his step.

 

She was waiting for him with a big smile and a hug, ‘My hero, thank you so much for saying you would help me.

I haven’t anyone else to lean on except you’ and pulling his face down to hers she gave him a warm kiss on his lips.

 

Before he could react in any way, she had turned and walked out of the patio doors and onto the rear patio.

He had no choice but to follow her, and listen as she explained the jobs that needed doing.

 

Basically the lawns needed mowing, the hedges needed cutting, and various bits of assorted rubbish needed to be cleared away; and that was just the beginning apparently.

 

He noticed that she was wearing very similar clothes to the ones she was wearing when he first met her.

She had on her big floppy hat, which he now knew concealed her gorgeous golden hair.

 

The same loose fitting tee shirt, but instead of shorts made from denim, she was wearing shorts made of a type of soft towelling material, which he was quick to notice clung to her bottom like a second skin.

 

Also they were a light buff colour, and gave the impression when she bent over to pick up the grass cuttings, that she was naked below her loose top.

After he had mown the lawns she called a break, and they went into the lounge for a cup of tea.

 

‘I don’t know how you keep on John’ she said as she poured him his cup from her teapot.

 

John assumed that she didn’t know that her top gaped open when she leaned towards him to fill his cup.

He had a good view of her breasts, as they hung free beneath the loose top.

This time he could be sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

 

She sat back in the opposite armchair to his and sipped at her tea.

‘Would you like a biscuit dear?’ she asked taking one for herself and pushing the plate towards him.

 

As he reached to get one she accidentally knocked hers onto the floor by the side of her chair.

As she stretched sideways and down to pick it up she had to stretch her opposite leg out for balance.

 

This left her with her legs wide open in front of him, as she searched around for the elusive biscuit.

The soft material of her shorts was stretched tightly across her pubes, showing him her deep cleft clearly.

As she had been working as hard as him, her crotch was moist with sweat, and it was as if she was naked for him.

 

Again his cock reacted fiercely, and swelled up in his pants as if it had a mind of its own.

 

May was well aware of what she was doing, and from her position she could see under the table, and observe the effect her show had on John’s cock.

She was very impressed at the size of his bulge, and determined to continue her plan.

 

She found her biscuit, and settled herself back in her chair with a sigh. She was glad that Doreen wasn’t there with them, as she would have seen instantly what was going on and put a stop to it.

 

Again guilt reared its head but May thrust it aside firmly.

After tea and a chat in which she reminded him of the rest of the jobs to do, they went back into the garden.

 

 

She pointed out an old tin bath that was on the roof of the shed, and suggested that they lower it to the grass to see what was in it.

 

John could reach it easily, but it was very heavy and as he pulled it towards him, he realised that it was full of stagnant water.

 

He was just about to warn May to stand clear, when she jumped up and grabbed the edge of the bath.

 

The next second, a wave of dirty stinking water slopped over them both. May squealed in shock as the water soaked her and John, who would have been able to jump out of the way, but was forced to stand holding the bath so that it didn’t fall on her.

 

After the first cold shock they stood looking at each other, suddenly May burst into laughter,

‘John why on earth didn’t you jump away you silly man, you are soaked like me now.’

 

John explained that if he had the bath would have fallen on her, and might have hurt her badly.

‘I didn’t realise that, I’m so proud of you, you really are my hero aren’t you.’ She whispered.

 

He lowered the bath to the grass and took a good look at May, her top was soaked, and stuck to her breasts like a wet tee shirt does.

He could see her nipples clearly, and the cold water had made them stick out like strawberries.

 

She stepped towards him to give him a hug, but before she touched him she recoiled in horror.

‘Oh my God John we both stink to high heaven, I can’t let you stay like this I will have to wash your stuff out before Doreen has a fit’. She looked down at herself and noted that she also needed a good scrub.

 

 

Her plan had worked well so far, she had topped up the bath of stagnant water so that however carefully it was moved it was bound to slosh over them.

When it had looked like John had it under control, she had ‘helped’ him by jumping up and grabbing it, ensuring that they were soaked.

 

Over his protests she dragged him by the hand into her bathroom and insisted he strip off and hand her his clothes. She could then put them in the washing machine, whilst he had a good long shower to remove the smell of stagnant water.

 

When he hesitated she told him not to be silly as she wouldn’t look, and anyway he didn’t have anything she hadn’t seen before during her long life.

 

When he still dithered she said she would go first to show there was nothing to fear.

Without further ado she took of her hat, pulled her top over her head and threw it into the dirty laundry bin.

 

He only caught a quick glimpse of her large breasts before she turned away and commenced to pull down her shorts.

She was now only wearing a pair of white cotton knickers and as she pulled them down he saw her tight little bottom come into view.

When she bent right over to take off her sandals he could see a mass of golden hairs between her legs.

 

He quickly turned his back on her so she wouldn’t think he had been watching and quickly stripped off his wet clothes.

He threw them in the bin and dived into the shower cubical to hide his erection.

 

As he commenced his shower he could hear her putting their clothes in the washing machine and turning it on.

She was humming a happy little tune that he couldn’t make out over the noise of the shower.

 

May had loaded the washing machine with his clothes.

She couldn’t resist smelling his underpants, before she added them to the washing.

She stood for a short while watching him in the shower, she could make out his erection even through the distortion of the shower glass.

 

It seemed enormous to her, and she decided that he wasn’t getting out of her house until she had fucked him every way possible.

She took a deep breath, and with a wet pussy opened the shower door.

He was soaping his face with his eyes tightly shut, when he felt the shower door open.

Before he knew what was going on, she had come in with him.

 

‘Move over a bit John, I’m only small but I do need a bit of space to get this smell off me’ she said in a business like tone of voice

‘ I can’t wait until you have finished’.

 

He automatically obeyed her, and when the soap had cleared from his eyes, he saw that she was standing with her back to him, and was in the process of undoing her hair.

 

When it was all loose it hung over her shoulders like a golden cape effectively hiding her charms from him.

‘There you go John we may be sharing a shower, but I’m as decent as if I were dressed aren’t I’, she quipped, looking over her shoulder at him coyly.

 

Before he could reply, she started to soap her body under the cover of her hair, and seemed to be ignoring the fact that she was sharing a shower with a naked man.

 

May decided that she had better initiate contact as soon as possible, so suddenly she bent over to wash her feet.

This brought her naked bottom into contact with his rampant cock.

Feeling his knob touching her naked bum, she pushed back as if by accident and felt his cock slip between her bum cheeks.

 

Amazingly, although John could clearly feel that his cock had slipped between the cleft of her bottom, she showed no reaction and continued to soap her feet as if nothing untoward was occurring.

 

He quickly turned around in the cubicle but this action meant that he dragged his cock out from between the cheeks of her arse, and ended up by him rubbing his naked bottom against hers.

 

‘Keep still John you nearly had me over then, I’m going to need you to wash this hair of mine as I can’t do it all by myself’. She remarked unconcernedly.

 

May reached up to the shower shelf and handed him a bottle of shampoo. Her hands were starting to shake with desire.

‘Be a love and rub this in for me please’, she asked in a matter of fact voice.

 

He was forced to turn towards her again, and started to rub the shampoo into her mane of hair as requested, he was very aware of his cock sticking out towards her.

As her hair had somehow managed to be hanging down the front of her body, she also turned so he could reach it.

 

Although her hair hid her breasts from his eyes, as he rubbed the shampoo further down the length of her tresses the back of his hand was rubbing against them.

 

He could fell her nipples clearly pushing against his wrists, as he continued to rub the shampoo in.

However she made no comment about this, and he started to relax as much as he could with a raging hard on.

 

‘Kneel down so you can do the ends for me, and while you are down there I can shampoo your hair in exchange’ she suggested.

He carefully knelt down on the cubicle base, thankful that at least she wouldn’t see his rampant cock, and rubbed the shampoo into the final ends of her tresses.

 

She commenced to rub shampoo into his hair, and he found the sensation very nice indeed, it caused him to close his eyes for a moment in pleasure. 

When he opened them a few seconds later, she had somehow positioned herself so that he was looking directly between her legs, at her mass of golden pubic hair.

 

It was so thick and curly, that as if of their own volition, his fingers reached forward, and gently felt the soft wet springiness of her pubic curls.

 

As his fingers touched her she chose that moment to lean forward so as to shampoo the back of his head.

 

May pretended to be so engrossed in doing this that she didn’t notice that her pubes were pressing hard against his exploring finger.

She thrust her hips forward until it slid inside her up to his first knuckle.

 

She again made no comment about this, and he was only aware of the tight hot feeling of a woman’s cunt gripping his finger.

 

‘There you are dear, now we just have to rinse off and we will be nice and clean again’ she said, as she stepped back from him to put the shampoo back on the shelf.

 

As she stepped away his finger slid out of her, and the next thing he knew was that she had taken down the shower-head, and was spraying the water over his head and body to wash off the suds.

 

‘I’ll do you first then you can do me ‘ she said.

‘Stand up now so I can get at your back’.

He stood up turning as he did so to present her with his soapy back.

 

His rigid cock knocked against the glass, as she played the water all over his shoulders and back.

 

While the water wash running over him, he reflected that in all his sexual fantasies about sharing a shower with a naked woman, there had always been lots of mutual soaping of breasts and cock.

 

He didn’t know what was going on here, as May didn’t appear to see this as a sexual situation.

 

Perhaps he thought, this is what a woman who is old enough to be your mum regards as just washing a baby.

You get it clean without there being any sexual component to it.

 

He just wished his cock would realise that May wasn’t interested in the sexual side of this situation.

 

‘ Turn round so I can do the rest’ she ordered.

He took a deep breath and turned to face her.

She ran the water over his chest and down onto his groin.

 

She seemed oblivious to the sight of his throbbing cock sticking out towards her, as she directed the water between his legs.

In a matter of fact way she grasped his cock, and moved it left and right, making sure that there was no soap left around his balls.

 

Part of him was so glad when she let go of his cock.

But another part wished desperately that she would keep hold of it, and give it a good rubbing.

 

May was enjoying herself, she had a good view of his lovely young body and so far she hadn’t scared him by being to obvious.

However the sight of his rampant cock a mere few inches from her hungry mouth was nearly too tempting to ignore.

 

Instead of sucking his lovely cock she forced herself to calmly grasp his hot shaft.

Then instead of guiding it into her waiting mouth, simply move it from side to side as she sprayed the soap from around his balls.

To rinse his feet she had to kneel down, and when she was satisfied that he was soap free she stood up.

 

As she stood his cock hit her on top of her head causing her to remark, ‘Careful John you could have someone’s eye out with that’

At the look on his face she burst into giggles, and impulsively hugged him.

Her naked wet breasts felt very hot on his chest, and his big hot cock dug into her belly.

 

‘It’s my turn now, you have to be very thorough and not leave any soap on any of my hair’ she said, handing him the shower-head.

 

She stood naked in front of him, as he started to rinse her from top to bottom.

It took a while before she was satisfied that her long golden hair was totally rinsed.

Then she threw it back over her head, so that he could see her naked body clearly for the first time.

 

May decided to be a bit more obvious and said ‘Make sure you don’t miss any bits’ in a firm voice, ‘ I didn’t miss any bits of yours did I?’

 

He needed no further urging, and carefully ran the water over her shoulders and breasts.

She insisted that he lift each of them up, so that the water could wash away any soap trapped under them.

 

As he ran it over her belly, she opened her legs for him so he could run it over her golden pubes.

To his amazement she then turned round and bent over for him.

 

He took the hint, and ran the stream of water between the cheeks of her bottom.

He made so bold as to part her bum cheeks, to spray the water directly onto her neat little anus.

 

He had never seen a woman’s bum hole before, and he was fascinated by it.

 

‘Haven’t you finished yet back there?’ she said ‘I will be getting rusty soon if you don’t hurry up’.

 

He guiltily finished rinsing the back of her legs, and she turned off the water.

 

 

She led him into her bedroom, where there was a big pile of soft towels waiting on the bed for them.

 

He sat on one of the towels, and watched as she wrapped a towel around her head, trapping her hair into a turban.

When she turned back to him she was completely exposed to his eyes.

 

Seeing him look away, she told him not to be silly, they had already shared a shower together.

They had seen more of each others bodies than anyone else in the world had.

 

‘It’s too late to be shy now John, I expect you to dry me properly and then I will finish you off’,

 

She handed him a nice fluffy towel, and lay down on the bed with her arms stretched out to her sides.

She had a beautiful firm body, and like all real large breasts, her tits didn’t stick straight up, but tended to flatten slightly under the weight of gravity.

He noticed that her nipples though were still hard.

 

He started to gently dry her, patting the towel over her face and neck. When he had dried her face, he leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

She responded passionately, pulling his head down so she could kiss him back hard.

‘That’s a nice thing to do dear, I want you to kiss all the parts you dry’.

 

He next rubbed all around her breasts, gently lifting each one so that he could dry underneath.

As he finished each breast he kissed the nipple on it.

Each kiss turned into a long slow suck.

 

He sucked each tit until she moaned and started to writhe about on the bed.

‘Oh John you are getting me all wet again’ she whispered.

 

 

She got up on her hands and knees and presented her little naked bum to him.

 

Again he gently rubbed the towel between her bum cheeks, parting them so he didn’t miss any places.

 

He dropped the towel to free both his hands, so that he could hold her cheeks apart exposing her little bum hole to his eyes.

 

He had never seen a woman’s bum hole up close.

The pin ups on the factory walls, tended to concentrate on tits and cunts.

 

He was fascinated by this private pink little hole.

‘Is it nice John?’ she queried, ‘ reach into the bedside cabinet drawer and take out the tube of Vaseline that is in there’.

He did as instructed.

‘Put some on your finger, and rub it in and around there, so I don’t get sore’ she asked.

 

He dutifully dipped his finger in the jar of Vaseline, and tentatively rubbed it around her anus.

‘You will need to put your finger deep inside my bottom dear, so I don’t get sore’ she told him.

 

John gathered up his nerve, and as gently as possible, pushed his finger deep into her bum.

 

He enjoyed the feeling of her tight little hole gripping his finger, so much that he pulled it out, and reinserted it again.

May moaned when he did this.

‘Am I hurting you?’ he asked anxiously.

‘Oh no dear it feels lovely, keep doing that for a little while’. She replied’.

 

He put more Vaseline on his finger, and continued fingering her bum hole.

He noticed that the more he stretched her anus, the louder her moans became.

He started to rotate his finger in her anus, and this caused May to wiggle her arse at him in an obvious invitation.

 

The trouble was he didn’t know what to do, so he thought it best to withdraw his finger from her bum.

After wiping off the surplus Vaseline, he parted her bum cheeks and kissed her little pink anus.

 

May was so hot she could scream in frustration, her most secret vice that even in girlie conversations with her friends she never mentioned, was that she loved anal sex.

 

Her husband had once taken her to Hong Kong with him, and whilst they were there they had gone to one of the many sex shows on offer in that fantastic city.

 

She had watched in rapt fascination, as a small Chinese girl, was fucked up the arse by a big black man.

 

His cock had seemed enormous to her, and yet the little girls bum had managed to accommodate every inch of it.

The girl had also gone into multiple orgasms there in front of them, and it was obvious that she was enjoying every thrust of his cock.

 

When they had returned to the hotel, they had gingerly attempted the same thing.

After a few painful episodes, they had learned that the secret of good anal sex, was plenty of Vaseline up the bum.

During the following years, she had been arse fucked often, and it always gave her multiple orgasms.

 

Kneeling there with her naked bum presented to John, she remembered that he was still a virgin.

He hadn’t fucked a woman’s cunt yet, so to expect him to fuck her up the arse was asking too much of him.

 

However, she promised herself that in the very near future, she would be kneeling in front of him, and she would be taking it hard up the arse from his big young cock.  

 

 

‘One last bit and then I’m done’ she announced.

She turned onto her back, and opened her legs wide for him, her golden pubes were open to him and he gently rubbed the towel over them.

 

As he rubbed her he noticed that her eyes had shut, and she was pushing her pubes against his hand.

May decided to go for it, and come right out and tell him what to do.

‘Don’t stop just yet she whispered, rub a bit harder John, please’.

 

He needed no further encouragement, and started to rub her hairy little pussy as fast as he could.

Soon she was writhing on the bed, her fingers digging hard into the covers, and moaning his name just as he had dreamed about.

 

At last May felt her orgasm explode, she gave a long drawn-out cry and collapsed onto the bed limply, where she lay with her legs wide open and her hairy golden cunt totally exposed.

He noticed a white creamy substance running from her cunt, and realised that some women came just like men.

 

After a few minutes she opened her eyes, and asked him to give her a hug.

He happily crawled to her, and as his arms went round her she pushed him over onto his back and lay on top of him, hugging him tightly to her naked body.

 

Her lovely warm soft breasts pressed against his chest.

 

His cock was still rigid and sticking up, so she wriggled around until it was securely held between her inner thighs, his hot shaft pressed against her damp pussy lips.

‘Thank you John’ she murmured in his ear ‘that was lovely, I really enjoyed it and now its your turn.

 

‘I want you to do everything I ask without question, will you do that for me please?’ she whispered seductively.

 

At this point John would have done anything for her, and he nodded his head in acceptance.

 

She kissed him slowly and passionately, pushing her tongue into his mouth, and as the kiss progressed she started to rub her juicy cunt over his cock.

 

 

‘Lie still while I dry you off’ she ordered as she slowly slipped off him and picked up a small towel.

 

He was instructed to lie on his back with his hands behind his head, and  when he was comfortable, May started to dry his body from his head to his toes.

 

She rubbed between his legs, and told him to open them wide for her.

‘I want to see your big cock and balls’ she whispered to him.

He opened his legs for her, and she lay between them with her face inches from his balls.

 

She started to kiss the inside of his thighs, and continued kissing all around his balls until her mouth was on his shaft, which she kissed all along its length until she reached his knob.

 

Slowly she closed her mouth over his swollen knob, and gently sucked and licked it until he moaned out loud.

 

As soon as she felt the tell tale twitching that warned of ejaculation, she stopped and getting up from the bed, walked naked into the kitchen to get them both a glass of wine.

 

By the time she returned his cock had cooled down a bit, and was ready for more foreplay.

 

‘Why are you still randy?’ he asked her, ‘didn’t I make you come once already?’

She smiled, and explained that women could come many times during lovemaking, but men could only come once.

 

‘This is why it is very important that your first time with a women, is with one who knows what to do to, otherwise it is over far too soon.

 

I am going to make love to you, so you never forget this time, no matter how old you become’.

 

They both had a drink of their wine, and then she climbed back on the bed and knelt over him so her pubes were just above his mouth.

 

 

‘I want you to lick me, you will see a little knobbly thing hidden in my pubic hair just above my cunt lips.

That is my clitoris and if you suck it,   it will feel to me as me sucking your cock feels to you, it’s called 69ing’.

 

He had read about position 69, and could see her golden pussy clearly, and as she lowered it onto his face, he stuck his tongue deep inside her and licked and sucked for all he was worth.

 

She lowered her head until her mouth slipped over his knob again and gently sucked it, while she massaged his balls.

 

He was in heaven his face was covered in her cunt juices, and they ran into his mouth where he greedily swallowed every drop.

 

May was also really enjoying herself, it was a good feeling to have total power over her very own toy boy, and she loved the taste of fresh young cock in her mouth once again.

 

She lifted herself off him, and turned away from him with her bum in the air.

 

 

‘I want you to slip your fingers up inside my cunt, and really finger me hard’, she instructed him in an urgent voice.

 

He knelt behind her, and found that his fingers slid into her so easily, that he could put four of them into her without any trouble.

 

He then began to thrust them in and out of her cunt, faster and faster until she began to moan again.

Soon her cunt juices were running down the inside of her legs, and she was coming for him again.

‘Push your fingers up my bum, and finger it just like my cunt’.

 

He quickly pulled his fingers out of her sopping wet cunt, and pushed one of them into her tight little bum hole.

It was slippery from the Vaseline he had rubbed in earlier, but still gripped his finger tightly, and he started to rotate his finger in her bum so as to stretch it enough to get more in.

 

She relaxed her bum muscles, and he was soon able to insert four of his fingers up her bum.

 

Again she was moaning, and thrusting her arse back against his fingers, until she gasped in exstacy.

More of her creamy cum squirted out of her cunt, and ran down the inside of her thighs.

He then realised, that fingering her bum could also make her come.

 

May was really starting to have fun, she had already had two orgasms and knew there were lots more to come.

 

 

She crawled away from him and told him to lie on his back again.

‘This time I’m going to lower my cunt, onto your cock.

 

I’m doing it this way, so I can control the friction on your cock.

It will be the first time your cock has been in a woman’s cunt, and if you feel that you have to come, then tell me, and I will stop for a bit to let you cool down’.

She knelt over him with her breasts hanging down in front of his eyes, and slowly lowered herself onto him.

 

At last John felt the wet heat of a woman’s cunt, as it slid slowly down his throbbing shaft.

He closed his eyes and savoured the sensations, as she gently fucked his cock with her cunt.

 

May was really enjoying the feel of a big young cock in her cunt, and she was enjoying every minute of it.

 

She could feel her cunt being stretched from her lips to her womb, as she bounced up and down on his cock, and she tightened her cunt muscles to increase the feelings as much as possible.

 

She had already come twice, and her cunt was red hot for another orgasm.

It hit her sooner than she expected, and she buried her face in his chest and gave a muffled scream, as her hot cunt juices ran down his cock and soaked his balls.

 

After laying on him for a little while he felt her lifting her cunt off his cock, but before he could complain, she had turned around so that he was looking at her naked little arse.

 

 

‘I’m going to lower my arse onto your cock now, it will take me a while to get comfortable so be patient while I do it’ she explained.

He watched in wonder as she positioned her bum hole onto his knob. Very slowly she increased the pressure, until his knob disappeared up her bum.

 

She then stopped and stayed very still, relaxing her arse muscles until she could take a few more inches.

Eventually his cock was right up her arse, and it gripped his shaft tightly.

 

‘God I love having a big cock up the bum’, she gasped as she slowly started to bounce her arse onto his bollocks.

Watching his cock going up her arse, really brought John to the brink of coming, and he asked May to stop for a bit so he could calm down.

She gently lifted her bum off his cock, until it popped out.

 

May turned again until her tits were just over his face.

‘Suck my nipples, till my bum stops throbbing’ she said.

 

He was only too pleased to do so, and grabbing hold of her big tits he sucked hard on her nipples until they were red and swollen.

 

‘Well John dear have you enjoyed yourself so far?’ she asked with a grin.

He replied that he had never enjoyed himself so much in his life, and that he loved her.

‘I think I love you too dear,’ she replied.

 

 

It was time she said for him to fuck her properly, and come up her cunt. May explained that when he started fucking her, he probably wouldn’t last long before he squirted his cum into her cunt.

 

However all good things must come to an end, and he deserved to come in her for being such a good boy.

 

She asked him if he wanted to fuck her face to face, called missionary.

Or whether he wanted to fuck her from behind, doggy fashion.

He opted for face to face, as he wanted to watch her as he fucked her.

 

She lay on her back, and opened her legs wide for him.

He positioned himself between her naked thighs, and she guided his cock gently into her hot wet cunt.

 

At last he was finally going to fuck a woman, May felt his cock deep in her cunt.

Looking him in his eyes she demanded ‘Now fuck me John, fuck your woman hard and deep. I want your cum in my womb.’

 

He tried to fuck her slowly and gently, but looking down at her with her big tits bouncing to his thrusts, he was soon fucking her harder and faster.  Suddenly he felt her cunt tighten in orgasm again, and she cried out

‘ Oh John I love you my darling boy’.

 

On hearing that, he let go all restraint and finally with a triumphant cry emptied his balls into her cunt.

She heard him cry out as he came, and wrapped her legs tightly around him so that she got every drop of his cum inside her womb.

 

Afterwards they just lay together wrapped in each others arms.

May was tender in both her holes, but relished the warm feeling of a well- fucked woman.

 

John was still coming to terms that he was now a proper man, who had fucked a woman.

Not a silly little girl who knew nothing, but a fully experienced woman. May had taught, and given him so much, that he knew he could never repay her as long as he lived.

 

May lay thinking quietly, as he sucked on her breasts, and toyed with her hair.

She knew he was hers now, and she would teach him to fuck her every way possible.

 

By the time she had finished with him, he was going to be the perfect stud muffin.

Her stud muffin.

 

They would have to be careful not to be discovered, but she was sure that she could think up lots of jobs for John to do for her over the coming months, or her name wasn’t Auntie Mabel.

 

John was so emotionally and sexually drained, that he dozed off in her arms. She gently disentangled herself from him, and walked into the kitchen to move their clothes from the washing machine, into the tumble dryer.

 

May didn’t have to wait for her clothes to dry, as she simply changed into a clean set that was in the wardrobe.

However, she knew that she couldn’t send John home in different clothes from the ones he had left his mum’s in.

 

While his clothes were drying, she took the opportunity to put up her hair in its customary bun.

She was proud of it but sometimes it was a pain to keep tidy.

She made some tea, and assembled a plate of cakes for John when he woke.

 

May knew that young men were always hungry, both for sex and food. After the efforts he had made on her behalf today, he deserved at least a snack.

She took the food into the bedroom, he was still asleep, laying curled up on his side.

 

He had a lovely body, apart from his gorgeous big cock, he also was tall and handsome.

He had broad shoulders and strong arms, his big brown eyes were closed in sleep.

She heard the tumble dryer beeping to tell her his clothes were dry.

 

Putting down the tray she gently shook him awake.

The first thing John saw when he opened his eyes, was May sitting on the bed.

She was fully dressed, which made him very aware that he was naked in front of her.

 

She however simply told him to drink some tea, and eat some cakes, while she went and got his clothes.

He realised that he was famished, and did as she said.

He was still unsure about what had happened.

 

How did he get from helping in the garden, to lying naked in front of a sixty year old beauty that he had just fucked.

Or would it be true to say had just fucked him.

The sequence of events that had led to this moment were blurred in his mind.

 

He did know that his cock was still tender from the unaccustomed fucking, but that he had never been happier in his life than he was now.

He looked up as she re-entered the room with his clothes.

They were nice and dry and warm.

She laid them beside him on the bed, and sat down beside him.

 

‘How are you feeling dear?’ she asked quietly.

‘I don’t really know,’ he replied, ‘wonderful, certainly confused, stunned, but probably most of all grateful to you for making me a man,’ in the fantastic way that you did.

 

‘I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did love, I’m still a bit tender in places, you are quite a man when you get going.’

 

She told him to get dressed, as there was still things to do in the garden before he went home.

She watched him dressing, he first put on his work shirt so as to feel less naked and vulnerable.

He then pulled on his boxer shorts, however as he stood up to pull them up to his waist she asked him to stop for a second.

 

She got off the bed and knelt down in front of him.

His cock was hanging between his legs, minding its own business.

‘ I want to kiss it before you tuck it away’ she murmured.

Lifting up her head she enclosed his limp cock in her mouth, and sucked it in as far as she could without choking.

 

His cock was still tender but she was extremely gentle, and he felt himself relaxing as the heat of her mouth transferred itself to his cock.

She gave his cock a last gentle suck, and as it slipped from her mouth she kissed it.

 

May remained kneeling in front of him, as he finished getting dressed.

When he was ready, she accompanied him back out into her garden.

They sat on her garden bench, and she turned to him and asked him if he had any questions that she could help him with.

 

His only question was ‘what now?.

May explained that they must keep what had happened between them a secret.

She had a great deal more to teach him, but if his mum found out about them he would be barred from seeing her again.

 

‘But I’m a man now I can do as I like’ he protested.

‘Technically, yes you are, but how would it look to your family and friends, if they knew you were fucking an old lady.

You have a good job, and a loving family, and I will not allow you to endanger that’ she stated firmly.

 

‘If you cannot promise me that you will keep us a secret then I will have no choice but to never see you again, if necessary I will move back to Berkshire to keep you safe.

‘I cannot lose you,’ he admitted, ‘I will do as you say, although I want to tell everyone how fantastic you are.’

 

‘Don’t you realise that I also want to tell the world about you, how lovely and kind you are.

Not to mention telling Doreen, that her son can fuck me into heaven,

’She replied passionately, and pulling him towards her, she kissed him hard and long.

 

‘You know I think I love you,’ he said seriously.

‘I think I love you too,’ she replied just as seriously.

 

Counting the work actually done in the garden, he had been there for six hours and it was time for tea.

May suggested that she ring Doreen, and say that he was staying for tea, and then was going to help May sort out her loft.

That way he could stay until the evening, without any suspicion.

 

Doreen had no objections to this plan, and the knowledge that they had the evening to look forward to, made them both happy.

 

May had a hedge trimmer, and as John was so tall it didn’t take him long to make it neat and tidy.

Standing back to view it, she remarked that at least they had achieved some real work amongst the fun.

 

‘I hope the fun is not over yet,’ he whispered in her ear.

‘Oh no, when you have had a light tea I’m going to fuck you senseless,’ she whispered back.

 

As promised she had prepared a light meal of ham, with a side salad.

He quickly ate every piece, and taking her by the hand they both ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

 

She asked him to stand by the bed while she slowly stripped him naked. He had to bend over so she could reach the higher buttons on his shirt, but she was soon able to remove it.

 

She next pulled down his jeans, leaving him in just his boxer shorts. Watching her strip him had re-kindled his young lust, and his cock was back with a vengeance.

It was sticking out towards her, held back only by the material of his pants.

 

May left him standing like that, while she told him to remove her top. John slowly pulled it over her head.

As it went up, it took her breasts with it, so when he pulled it over her head her breasts bounced back delightfully.

 

He knelt down so that he could pull down her shorts, leaving her only wearing a pair of white cotton knickers.

He put his hands on her bum, and pulled her towards him.

A sudden urge came to stick his nose into the crotch of her panties, and smell her hot damp cunt.

 

He rubbed his face over her pubes, until the gusset of her knickers were soaked with her cunt juices.

She pulled her knickers up for him, until the gusset slipped between her cunt lips, and he could see the beautiful golden curls of her pubic hair either side of the cotton.

 

Hooking his fingers into her gusset he pulled it to one side, so he could get his tongue between her cunt lips.

Holding her bum cheeks tightly, he pulled her cunt hard against his mouth, as he licked her golden triangle.

 

‘Lets try it this way,’ she said, and stepping back from him, she pulled her knickers right off, and knelt on the bed with her arse towards him. ‘Lick my cunt from behind’ she said, as she swayed her bottom from side to side.

 

John knelt down on the carpet so his mouth was on the same level as her cunt.

He opened her bum cheeks so he could get his tongue deep into her wet cunt, and gave it a good long licking.

 

Exposing herself to him like this really turned May on, and as he licked her cunt, so she was grinding it in his face.

He had to stop, as his mouth was full of cunt, and his nose was buried in her golden pubic hair.

He just couldn’t breathe, and had to come up for air.

 

 

She got off the bed, and knelt on the carpet facing him.

He saw her put her hands behind her back, and clasp them together.

‘I want you to go to my dressing gown hanging on the wardrobe door, and bring me back the belt from it please’ she asked him.

He got the cloth belt, and brought it over to where she was kneeling.

‘I now want you to tie my hands to my feet, so that I am helpless’ she instructed quietly.

John did as she told him, and secured her with the belt.

 

‘I want you to fuck my mouth, I give you full control of how hard and fast you do it, just don’t come yet.’ She said looking up at him.

 

The sight of her kneeling in front of him naked and helpless, had an electrifying effect on his cock.

It became even more rigid than it had been, and he guided it into her open mouth with one hand, while he held the back of her head still, with the other.

 

He started to fuck her mouth slowly and gently, but seeing her kneeling there so submissively, brought out the dominant male in him.

Holding her head tightly so she couldn’t back away he began to really fuck her mouth hard.

 

This was completely different from her sucking his cock.

Then she had control of how fast and deep his cock went into her mouth, but now he was in charge, and he needed her to take as much of his cock into her mouth as humanly possible.

 

Once again May knew exactly what she was doing, during her long sexual life, she had mastered many sexual techniques.

 

The one she would call upon now, was ‘deep throating’.

It involved simply breathing through the nose, and suppressing the gag reflex.

Both techniques she had mastered years ago.

 

As he fucked his cock into her mouth, he could feel it going in deeper and deeper, until it was going right down her throat.

 

He could hear her apparently choking on his cock, but instead of making him ease up, her noises of distress prompted him to fuck her mouth even deeper.

At one stroke, he could feel his balls pressed up hard against her lips.

Her submissiveness triggered a deep primal alpha male response in his hind brain, and all he could think about was making her submit to him totally.

 

He suddenly came to his senses, and pulled his cock completely out of her mouth.

He fell to his knees in front of her, and pulled her into his arms.

 

‘God May I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing there for a minute.

I could have chocked you to death, please forgive me.’

He blurted out in distress.

 

May knelt on the floor with her head down, the force of his fucking had loosened her hair so much that it had fallen down around her like a golden cape.

 

She wasn’t the least bit hurt, but it wouldn’t do John any harm to remember that she was just a fragile little girl when she needed to be.

 

He was frantically untying her hands and kissing her face.

‘It’s OK dear, I just had trouble breathing for a second.

I think I bit off more than I could chew with your big cock,’ she said in a timorous voice.

 

He held her tightly to him, and promised to do whatever she asked, if she would forgive him.

‘You can help me sort out my hair if you like, you seem to have well and truly fucked it,’ she said with a laugh.

 

His relief at her joke was enormous, and he was soon gathering up her long golden tresses, and using the belt, tying it back into a giant ponytail for her.

 

 

She got back up onto her bed and knelt so that she was facing the full length mirror.

She told him if he wanted to make it up to her, he could give her cunt a good hard fucking from behind.

 

He was only too pleased to do this, and standing behind her he guided his cock between her cunt lips and deep inside her.

She was wet and hot, and soon he was fucking her harder and harder.

The sight of her little naked bum shaking with the force of his thrusts, spurred him on to greater efforts.

 

‘Look in the mirror, John,’ she gasped between thrusts.

He hadn’t noticed the mirror until he looked up from her arse, and saw himself fucking a naked woman, who was kneeling in front of him with her bum in the air.

 

This was the first time he was able to observe himself fucking May, and she had positioned herself, so he could see her large naked breasts bouncing wildly with every stroke of his cock.

 

He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and it was him that he was looking at.

 

Arse fucking

 

‘I need you to get the Vaseline John she said as he slowed down.

I want you up my bum as soon as possible.

 

He pulled his cock out of her cunt and walked over to the drawer, he returned with the jar.

Without needing to be told dipped his finger in it, and started to lubricate her bum hole as he had done previously.

 

This time however he knew he would be fucking May up the arse, and his fingers were shaking in anticipation, as he pushed them deep into her bum.

 

‘I want you to get my vibrator from the bottom drawer now, and use it to stretch my bum hole, ready for your big cock.

 

He fetched the vibrator, and found that by twisting the base he could control the level of vibration it produced.

 

He rubbed some Vaseline on the end of it, and carefully inserted it into her little anus.

She wriggled her bum as he did so to assist its entry, and soon he had pushed it halfway up her bum.

 

She then asked him to gently rotate it in her bum, to stretch her as much as possible.

The sight of it sticking out of her arse really got him hard, and he couldn’t wait to pull out the vibrator, and replace it with his hot cock.

 

Her bum hole was now a lot bigger than it was before he had used the vibrator, and he found that when he pulled it out, he could get three fingers up her bum.

 

May asked him to gently insert his cock, and commence her arse fucking.

Even with the stretching and the Vaseline, she gave an involuntary grunt as his knob entered her bum hole.

 

He could feel her little arsehole gripping him tightly, as he gently moved his cock in and out.

He increased his strokes gradually, until his balls were slapping against her cunt, and she was taking every inch of cock up the bum.

 

This was very different from fucking a woman’s cunt, a cunt was designed to be fucked.

A woman’s bum needed lots of lubricant, to enable her to take it up the arse without too much discomfort.

 

John knew from listening to the sexual conversations at work, that very few women indeed, permitted their men to fuck them up the arse.

He had never yet heard of any woman, who actually enjoyed the experience.

 

John considered himself amazingly lucky to have met a woman who not only permitted it, but loved it.

 

Once he had got a good rhythm going, he could look up from her bum, and again he could see himself and what he was doing to May.

When he was fucking her cunt she had been on all fours, and he could see her lovely big tits swaying as he fucked her.

 

When she was taking it up the arse she had her head turned to one side and flat against the bed.

This presented her arse to him at a comfortable angle for her, and he noticed her eyes were shut as he fucked her up the bum, as hard as he could.

 

May was in heaven, at last she was getting a really good arse fucking.

She could feel Johns big cock stretching her hole wide, and the feel of his big balls slapping against her cunt was driving her into a multiple orgasm.

 

John heard her starting to moan, and saw that she was thrusting her arse back towards his cock, as hard as he was thrusting into her.

‘I’m coming John she gasped, I’m coming for you my darling boy.’

 

Suddenly he felt her hot cunt juices flowing over his balls.

Fucking her arse had made her cunt come, and soon she was in the midst of a raging orgasm.

 

He found that once started, he only had to gently move his cock in and out of her arse, for her orgasms to continue one after the other until at last she begged him to stop.

He pulled his cock out of her bum, and she collapsed onto the bed.

Her arsehole was gaping wide, and she was shuddering with her orgasms even though he was out of her.

 

He was hot and sweaty, after such a marathon fuck.

While May lay naked on the bed, and shuddered through her orgasms, he took the opportunity to have another drink of wine.

As he sipped it, he tried to make sense of what had happened so far.

 

He had just finished buggering his Aunt Mabel, his mum’s friend who was actually older than his mum.

He was at this moment in time, watching her lying naked on the bed in the throes of a multiple orgasm.

 

This morning he had woken up as a virgin, with little or no chance that his situation would change in the near future.

 Now he was a real man at last, and had fucked a woman’s mouth, cunt and arse.

 

It was only 6pm of the same day, and he thought he could be excused for being a bit shell shocked over all this, no matter how fantastic it had been.

 

Being an eighteen year old engineer, he was well aware of the theorectical side of sex.

He had seen the girlie magazines, and had been to visit one of his older friends who had a DVD.

He had watched enthralled as porn stars had been fucked every way possible to human beings.

 

He had simply not believed, that those sort of things happened in real life. Did his dad fuck his mum, the way he had just fucked May?

He didn’t think so for a minute.

Obviously they had made love, otherwise he would not be here.

However to think of his mum taking it up the arse, the way that May did was almost blasphemous.

 

On the other hand, he clearly remembered seeing his mum writhing naked on her bed with a vibrator thrust up her bum.

At the time, he hadn’t known about orgasms.

Now with hindsight, he realised that she had been coming due to anal sex.

 

What would mum say if she found out, would she be disgusted with him, or would she blame May for ‘corrupting’ her little boy.

May was sixty years old for fucks sake.

Mrs. Wainwright who lived a few doors down from this very flat, was sixty as well.

 

He had heard his mum talking about her, and how she suffered with her feet.

The poor old lady went everywhere with a little wheeled trolly, to help steady her as she walked.

 

Would he fuck her if she offered?

He didn’t think so for a moment, so why was he fucking this sixty year old woman?

What was different about May?

 

He decided as he drank the wine, that she was one of the lucky special people that simply do not conform to the rest of humanity.

He remembered seeing an eighty year old man, completing the London Marathon this year.

 

He couldn’t run a marathon now, let alone when he was eighty.

Yes, May was special, and he was fantastically lucky to have met her.

His dad always said ‘ Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

‘He wouldn’t look May in the mouth, but he would probably be fucking her in the mouth in the near future.

 

May had finally ceased her orgasms, and had become aware of John sitting on the bedside chair drinking his wine.

She got up from the bed, and walked over towards him.

He studied her as she approached, yes she was special, she walked like an athlete.

 

Although only five foot tall, she was perfectly proportioned, apart from her breasts which were really a little too big for her frame.

Her stomach was flat, with a hint of muscle showing when she tensed it. The rest of her body was smooth and silky, and it was topped by a beautiful heart shaped face, with lovely blue eyes.

 

He had seen all these parts of her before, but his was the first time he had appreciated the whole of her.

 

With her hair tied in a pony tail behind her she looked very similar to any other blond.

The only clue to her unique hair, was the thick golden triangle of her pubes.

He knew that for her to go from beautiful to stunning, it only required her to let down her golden hair completely.

So as to form her own magic cloak.

Yes she was special, she was unique and she was his.

 

May poured herself a glass of wine and sat down on John’s lap.

He had gone soft, so she didn’t run the risk of impaling herself on his cock.

‘How is my sexy man feeling?’ she asked, as she put an arm around his shoulders for support.

 

John found his mouth only inches from her nipple, and taking a sip of his cold wine he placed his lips around it and sucked.

The shock of his cold mouth on her nipple made her squeal, and wiggle her naked bottom against his cock.

It suddenly came back to rampant life, and May found herself sitting on a hot cock.

 

Sitting on cock

 

To get more comfortable she raised her bottom, only to find when she lowered herself back down onto his lap, that his cock was slipping smoothly up her arsehole again.

She found the sensation very comforting, and with a contented sigh relaxed and took another sip of her wine.

 

John actually found that having May sitting on his cock, was strangely more erotic, than when he was fucking her up her arse.

He asked her why he felt this, and she replied that it could be because outwardly she was just sitting on his lap, albeit naked.

In reality his big cock was secretly up her arse.

 

She told him a story about herself, when she was a young girl, and was with a boyfriend.

He had come around her mother’s house to visit her, and in those days they would go into the parlour for a bit of privacy.

However, her mother would make a point of popping in at odd times, just to keep an eye on them to ensure no hanky panky went on.

 

One time, she confessed to John, her boyfriend had got his cock out and asked her to suck it.

She was too afraid to do this, as her mother might come in at any second and catch her on her knees.

May suggested instead, that as she was wearing a full skirt as the fashion of the times demanded, she could take off her knickers and sit on his lap.

 

He agreed to the compromise, and she slipped off her knickers and put them in her handbag.

She then lowered herself onto his cock, which slipped up her cunt easily as she was wet and juicy in anticipation.

 

The reason that she remembered this occasion after all those years, was that her mother came into the room and saw her sitting on her boyfriends lap listening to the radio.

She asked her boyfriend if he wanted a cup of tea and some biscuits, and then went to fetch them.

 

Her mother then returned with the snack and joined them for a while, listening to the radio, before she went back into the kitchen to tidy up.

All the while they were chatting innocently to her mother, she was sitting with his big cock stuck up her cunt.

Secrecy was so erotic.

By the time her mother left the room, her cunt juice had soaked the front of his trousers.

He had to leave the house when her mother was elsewhere, so she wouldn’t see the damp patch around his crotch.

 

‘Would you like me to visit you in a long dress and no knickers,’ she whispered to John seductively.

‘I could sit on your lap in front of your mum and dad, and you could slip your big cock deep into my cunt, without them noticing.

Would you like that? I can feel that your cock would.’

 

Indeed his cock was very interested in the story, and had swollen even bigger than it had been.

May stood up and turned to face him.

Straddling him, she again lowered herself onto his lap, and again his cock slid up her bum.

 

Putting her hands on the back of his chair, she started to bounce her arse on his cock.

Her breasts were right in front of his eyes, and he watched in delight as they bounced and shook in front of him.

She could feel his big hard cock, impaling her arse with every bounce.

 

Retelling that true story while John’s cock was up her arse, had really turned her on in a big way.

Soon she was hit by an orgasm, that made her squeal in ecstasy.

John watched her face as she came for him.

He could tell that she was in a separate world of pure pleasure, and he was proud that he was the one that transported her there.

 

May had to stop, her arse was throbbing and getting a bit sore from all the fucking.

She had come all over John’s bollocks, and his pubic hairs were sticky and matted.

 

‘I think we both need a bath, instead of a shower,’ she declared firmly.

 

 

Her flat had a large bathroom, as well as the big shower cubicle in which they had first become intimate; there was also a standard bathtub in the corner.

May walked naked into the bathroom, and he waited expecting to hear her running the water for them.

He heard nothing so got up and walked into the bathroom.

 

He was surprised to see her sitting naked in the bath, without any water in it.

‘Come and join me,’ she invited.

He stepped into the bath, and sat down facing her.

May straddled him so that her cunt was over his balls, and gently rubbed his cock.

‘Why isn’t there any water?’ he asked.

 

’Because I am going to make my own,’ she replied mischievously.

She told him that she was going to show him what she had seen a Hong Kong whore do on stage years ago, when she was visiting there.

She instructed him to close his eyes and relax, she was going to wash all the sticky come from his cock and balls.

 

John closed his eyes and relaxed, as he felt her stand up in the bath over him.

He could feel her pouring lovely hot water over his tender cock and matted pubic hair.

His wine fuddled brain was slow to register the fact, that the taps were not turned on.

 

He opened his eyes a crack, and was astounded to see that May was peeing on his cock.

From where he sat, he could clearly see her pee coming from her cunt, and splashing all over his balls.

He had never seen a woman pee before, and certainly not from this angle.

 

‘Do you like that,’ she asked.

‘It feels strange but nice,’ he admitted after a few seconds thought,           ‘Why are you peeing on me?’  

‘Most couples fuck each other in various ways, but never see each other pee.

It’s a private thing, and I want you to see me pee.’ She explained.

 

‘Fair enough,’ he said, ‘ would you like to see me pee as well?’

‘I thought you would never ask,’ she replied with a smile.

‘ My bum is a bit sore and could do with some hot water.’ She explained.

She knelt down in the bath, with her bum in the air.

John knelt behind her, and gently parted her bum cheeks so he could see her slightly swollen anus.

 

He found that with all the wine he had drank, his bladder was uncomfortably full.

With a sigh of relief he relaxed, and started to pee over her bum.

His water poured over her anus, and ran down between her legs.

Soaking her golden pubic hairs, and pouring onward into the bath.

From his perspective, it looked like she was peeing herself.

 

She suddenly turned around in the bath to face him.

This allowed him to pee directly over her golden triangle, and he noticed that she was watching in rapt attention, as his pee poured out of the hole in the end of his cock and soaked her cunt.

 

She told him that her peeing on him, was called a golden shower.

She said that some couples even liked to watch their partners having a poo.

She however drew the line at that, and hoped that he wouldn’t want to watch her when she next had a poo.

 

He assured her that the thought of watching someone poo, didn’t turn him on at all.

However as she brought the subject of poo up, he was pleasantly surprised that during the ferocious arse fucking, she had received from him that there was thankfully no sign of any mess.

 

She explained that there were two important steps to good anal sex.

One she had already mentioned, was lots of lubrication.

The other was not so widely spoken of due to the taboo about talking of poo.

Before a woman allows her partner to fuck her up the arse, she should always give herself a soapy hot water enema.

 

This cleans her bum out completely, and that is why you often see porn stars sucking a man’s cock, immediately it has been pulled out of her arse.

Her bum is just as clean as her cunt, so she doesn’t mind sucking his cock straight from her bum. 

 

She confessed that knowing he was coming to see her, she had ensured she was clean for him.

‘Did you hope I would end up fucking your arse?’ he asked,

‘Oh yes John, I really hoped we would end up as lovers, and so we are,’ she replied hugging him tightly.

 

‘Now we are both covered in pee, we can take a shower,’ she said.

She took his hand, and led him into the shower.

Soaping and sucking

 

Turning it on they both stood still for a while, to allow the water to run between their legs and wash away the pee.

She said that as she had peed on him first, it was up to her to soap his cock and balls so as to make sure he was lovely and clean.

 

Taking a handful of soapy liquid she rubbed it all over his cock and around his balls.

She pulled his foreskin back, and soaped his knob thoroughly.

Needless to say, this attention brought his cock back to full rigidity.

 

Once she had rinsed the soap off, she knelt down on the shower base and covered the end of his cock with her mouth.

May sucked gently on his cock, and then ran her tongue down his shaft to his balls.

She very gently sucked each of his balls into her mouth, and rolled them around with her tongue.

When she stood up, he was rampant and raring to go again.

 

He demanded that he be allowed to soap her, as that was one of his fantasies.

Using lots of soap he rubbed it all over her large soft breasts.

He paid particular attention to her nipples, until they stood out like red strawberries.

 

Telling her to open her legs for him, he rubbed plenty of soap into and around her hairy cunt.

Then he asked her to turn around and bend over for him.

Again he took a good handful of soap, and rubbed it between her bum cheeks and up her bum hole.

 

Her arse was still well stretched from his cock, and he could slip his finger up her bum easily.

This was how he had envisioned being in a shower with a naked woman. Lots of soaping, and sucking of cocks, and cunts.

The world made sense again, as far as he was concerned.

 

They finally got out of the shower and dried themselves in the bedroom. It was getting late and May knew she would have to send him home soon. Before she let him go however, she wanted to give him a final image to remember.

 

 

 

He also knew it was time to go, and was a bit disappointed when May told him to get dressed.

She also dressed in her usual loose top shorts and floppy hat.

When they were both dressed, instead of leading him downstairs as he expected, she led him over to the bed.

 

Mouthful of cum.

 

‘You have to go now,’ she said quietly, ‘but before you go I want to give you an image to keep with you.

I am usually dressed like this, so you will see me more like this than naked.

 

The next time you see me talking to your mum, or chatting to you in front of others, you can picture me this way’.

She knelt down in front of him, and took his cock out of his pants.

It had gone limp in disappointment, but sucking it into her mouth, she soon got it back to its usual readiness.

 

‘I’m going to suck your cock until you come, and when you do you are going to squirt your cum into my mouth, and all over my face.

He had seen this on many a blue movie, and had always wanted to do that to a woman.

She smiled up at him, and began to wank his cock in front of her face.

 

Looking down at her, he could see her beautiful heart shaped face smiling at him, as she rubbed his cock.

With her other hand, she started to massage his balls, and at the same time took his swollen knob deep into her mouth and sucked it hard.

His cock had been teased all evening, and it was ready to explode with his semen.

 

She heard his tell tale breathing, that warned of the coming explosion.

‘Watch me when you come,’ she demanded, and wanked him even harder.

‘I can’t hold it any longer,’ he gasped desperately.

‘Come for me my darling boy, come in my mouth and over my face.

I want you to remember my face, covered in your cum.’

 

She held his cock tightly, pointing towards her open mouth, and stuck her tongue out.

With a loud cry, he shot a stream of hot creamy cum out of his cock.

She directed it onto her tongue, and into her mouth.

 

His next big squirt, she aimed directly between her eyes.

It ran down her face either side of her nose, and into her open mouth to join the first load.

By this time his legs had gone weak at the knees, and he was leaning on her shoulders to keep upright.

His last and final squirt, she caused to splatter across both her cheeks.

He stood there gasping in relief; as his balls were at last mercifully empty.

 

He watched as she rubbed his knob all over her face, and watched her tongue lick the drops of cum from the end of his cock.

She opened her mouth for him, and he could see that it was full of his cum.

 

Looking him straight in the eyes she slowly, and deliberately, swallowed all his cum and licked her lips. 

She knelt before him, with her face completely covered in his cum, and smiled at him.

 

‘Remember this John, this is our secret, the next time I am talking to your parents and I see you, I will lick my lips like this.

You will know, that I am remembering licking your cum from my face, and swallowing it.

 

You will also know, that I want you to bend me over in front of them, pull down my knickers, and fuck my cunt as hard as you can.

I will be looking at you and talking to you normally, but I will be wanting your big cock in my mouth, cunt and arse and don’t you ever forget it.

 

I tell you this because women can always tell when a man wants them, they only have to look at his cock.

Just as I looked at yours, when we first met.

The sight of my tits, made you hard if you remember.

Men cannot tell just by looking at us if we want them badly.

Know that I want you, every time I see you.’

 

So saying she stood up, and gave him a deep tonguing kiss.

He could taste his own cum in her mouth, and loved it.

May reached down, and after giving his now limp cock a tender kiss, tucked it into his pants for him.

 

She walked him to the door, and after another passionate kiss, waved to him as he walked back to his house.

When he had disappeared from sight, she closed the door and went back up to her bedroom.

 

She lay on the bed fully dressed, her face was still sticky from his cum. Closing her eyes, she went through all that had transpired that day.

She decided that it had been a great day, and although every hole was sore, she relished the discomfort, as it meant she was no longer alone in the world.

 

To be continued.

My Chinese Babe

OrionAlpha on Sex Stories


This is honestly my 1st story online within here. Thus, I do hope it works out to sound good, or at least semi-good. Please tell me your opinions to my writing.

Here is a true story from about 2 years ago, when I had a Chinese lady, from Peking. She was 27 years old & I was then 35 years of age. She stood only on her toes however upto 5 feet even. I'm 8 inches taller than her.

I had met her upon the InterNet in one of the chat areas. We became true friends first. After a while, when it was starting to come into mid-Fall of 2005. Her name was Soo-ling. She was here in Canada perking-up on her English to learn it better so that she could obtain a better job when back home in Peking. After about almost 1 year of chatting with her online off and on I asked her if she woul

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d like to come over to visit me where I lived, face-to-face. It took her several days to think about a yes or a no about visiting, as there are other places here in Canada, not to mention America that are literal both Historical Landmarks & actually 3 of the 7 Major biggest & Best places to see that have been in existance for literally thousands of years. I live about 10 Blocks away from Niagara Falls itself and when the winds are right in blowing, I can actually hear it flowing. One of God's most spectacular creations within this entire world is Niagara Falls, Canada.

She was over in Vancouver, British Columbia Canada & she told me that she would come here flying into Toronto and then take a bus down to the Falls, as its a 2 hour drive around Lake Ontario to here, from Toronto to Niagara Falls. Here is just PART of 1 thing that happened on her last day before she had to fly back to Vancouver, BC. We were in that last evening together going to head out to have dinner at a resteraunt in whatever part of the city, yet that was still undecieded. Yet we both had realized that both of us needed a shower and it was yet to be done. I was drastically in love with her and she knew it full well. I told her I was heading toward the shower I needed, as I was rather "sweaty" from our earlier fun in the apartment mixed with our literal walk to see the Falls itself.

I had thought I was going to get the shower quick and fast, then we could go out and obtain dinner. But I obtained a rather big surprise from her. I was in the bathroom already just about to get into the shower. She snuck into the bathroom and jumped me from behind.

I at that time didn't have any carpets in my bathroom. When she jumped me, she hit me hard and I literally fell to the ground spiralling down to the ground in a 180-degree spin, landing on my back. Both she & I however were fast enough to not land hard. I was on my back and she had her feet upon the ground already so as not to land hard. She slowly kissed me upon my face, and yet even though she was still dressed she made my penis rise to half-mast.

She took off her t-shirt and the only thing below that was her half-bra. For her height, she was literally spilling over her bra as she was a 35B in size there. I kissed her again before she could do anything else, still staying lying on my back there. Things with us slowed down drastically in speed. I went to take the rest of her clothes off but she quickly pulled her skirt off as well as un-clipping the front of her bra.

I saw her tits and gave her a big smile. Both she & I were fully nude, with she sitting on me and my penis looking like a flag-pole with its flag 3/4 risen & still rising. She went and grabbed my cock and started pumping slowly. All the while she was slowly however starting to speed up in her pumping of my penis. She literally spit on it to allow increase to the speed of the pumping, yet increase my hardness, which it did.

I grabbed her tits with my hands and twisted her nipples with a pinch to them. She gave out a "Ohhh" in sound, with a smile, and I rose my back towards her cunt. My pre-cum was starting to cum out of my penis and it helped her in deciding where to put it. She faced my face and with a smile put it inside her eagerly waiting lips. I was kissing her breasts off and on, yet still pinching her nipples. Then she came downwards with my dick inside her and at that same time I moved my waist upwards to put it almost 3 inches inside her cunt.

I pulled out where spot where my dick was almost out of her then we both went in a dual motion in towards each other, allowing my penis to go further yet inside her. Both she & I let out a loud grown. She was at the spot I could see where she was well past going to hit her time where there was no turning back. I felt the same way inside my penis as I started to feel my dick start to harden. Yet I tried to pull back and literally stop us both from cumming.

I pushed fully into her, as she had a fully shaved cunt. It caused her to scream in excitement and my penis felt the same as it was too hard to turn back myself. I went in & out of her cunt only twice more. As if further time as I literally knew that I couldn't do it any more further. After going fully up to the hilt, I leaned up and pulled her towards me in a dramatic hug, so as if she could almost go behind me with it. My cum exploded inside her. It went all the way back inside her to her back and upwards inside.

We did that the 1st time a Long, Hard, Deep way. Then the 2nd was just as hard. The 3rd was just barely a smaller amount lower and the 4th was smallest yet felt the best. As I kept my dick inside her. We started kissing again when we were still in contact and it didn't stop for over 30 minutes, all of it was on the floor... As both our mixed cum liquids had come outside and down my hips. She eventually came out and cleaned herself & I even got that shower I was going to take, and I was even alone in it.

After going out to dinner & returning, then... Well... "That" I suppose is another story however... I will give more after if people think my story is good.

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The young and the beautiful

davidj on Sex Stories

Susie is 14 and loves masturbatring and has been for about 4 years. I have since learned she has had a couple of sexual adventures with boys her own age so is not a virgin but has never enjoyed a bigger boy or man.

I had noticed her a few times going for walks after school and coming home just on dusk, always on her own and always carrying a small backpack.

I decided one day to follow her and see where she went. It turned out she headed for some woods nearby and I followed her so far before she dissapeared. I realised she had gone deeper into the woods off the path so I waited for a while and then quietly began to sneak through the woods looking for where she may be and what she ws doing. There were no other people about.

It took me about 20 minutes to locate her and i

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t was only because I saw clothing hanging in a tree. I crept up closer and there she was in a little clearing stark naked and using a dildo to masturbate herself. It was a beautiful sight and I immediately became aroused at the pleasure she was obviously giving herself. I could hear the low buzzing sound of the dildo as it vibrated as she rubbed it around her vagina and clitoris. She was laying down on a blanket, with her eyes closed and really enjoying the pleasure she was applying to her cunt and clit. Occasionally she gave a little shudder and a moan as she pleasured herself with her dildo. 

I wasnt quite sure what to do, surprise her or make a noise to let her know somebody was nearby.

I decided to undress and start to masturbate myself and not disturb her as she was obviously having a lot of fun and pleasure. I didnt want to scare her off. I watched from behind a tree and wanked myself at the same time. She didnt take too much longer to reach her orgasm and it was a very intense one and she bucked her hips up and down and drove the didldo into herself as she enjoyed the pleasure of imagining a man inside her filling her with cum and I could hear her talking to herself as the spasms of her orgasm excited her body all over. She obviously had done it often to enjoy it so much.

As she enjoyed her pleasure I stopped wanking and watched and I moved to try and get a better view as she was now sitting up. in the process I stood on a branch and it made a noise she heard and she quickly lay down and rolled on her stomach. I remained still and she waited for a couple of minutes then stood  up and looked in my direction and obviously the tree was not big enough to conceal me and she saw me. She sang out come out I can see you. Dont do anything or I will scream. I stood still until she came closer and she recognised me and said what are you doing here.

I said I followed you and have been watching you. She said do you always get around naked to spy on people. I said No but I couldnt help myself watching you enjoy masturbating yourself and I couldnt control the urge to do it as well.

She said how long have you been watching, and I said long enough. I followed you from your place and lost you here for a while but when I saw you I didnt want to scare you. She said seeing I know you sort of I think I can trust you. Come over here and let me see your cock, it looks nice from here.  

I joined her on the blanket and she told me to sit down and she asked me my name and how old I was and we talked about where we lived and small talk for a minute before she said your cock is all soft, I liked it better when it was harder.

She came closer to me and took my cock in her hand and it immediately got hard and she giggled a bit as it swelled in her hand and reached its full 7 inch length. She said I havnt seen one this big so close and never touched one as big as this before. I said how many cocks have you touched and she said about 3 boys a few times. She asked me ho many girls I had fucked and I told her two. She told me she had sex with three boys a couple of time but they were only small compared to me. I havnt been with a man naked or had sex with one before. She stroked it and looked at it and ran her hand over it and said it looks nice, how often do you masturbate and I said most days. She said so do I but its hard at home to use my dildo because of the noise it makes. She had started to slowly stroke my cock as I do when I masturbate and she asked me if I like that. I said I did. Then she surprised me and said how would you like to fuck me. I said I would really like to - but are you sure you want me to. She said yes, I would like to see what you feel like inside me, I have never had anything as big as that up me, it would be good to try it.

I said what about a condom, I dont have one and she said dont worry I can look after myself, I said are you sure and she said yes, I know my cycle and I am safe for a day or two so we can do it.

She lay down and positioned herself with her legs pulled back and spread wide so I could kneel between her open legs and guide my cock into her cunt. I said are you ready and she said I cant wait.

I guided the head of my cock to the lips of her quite wet vagina, it was sort of glistening when she spread her legs and it opened for me to pop my cock in. She had obviously manicure her hair as it was very short and in a srip above her vagina. I said I like your hair do, its pretty. She said a few girls ar school all do it like this and some have other shapes.  I had the head of my cock in betwen the folds of her labia, and it felt warm and wet and great. I looked st my cock now half into her and how the folds of her labia were tightly wrapped around it. I said ready for me and she said I cant wait, I can feel it there so go into me. I slowly pushed my cock into her and it slipped in easily but she was still firm and tight. Slowly I lowered myself down onto and into her and she put her legs around my waist and pulled me right down into her and she sighed with the sensation and pleasure of me being right up inside her. Oh hell she said that feel magnificent, I am really going to enjoy this, I have never felt anything as good as you inside me, it feels fantastic. My cunt feels really tight, I can feel it gripping your cock and it is fantasic. Now fuck me slowly and let me see waht it feels like, so far it feels so much better than tose skiny cock boys I have had fuck me.

I began to slowly pump my cock up and down and she moaned softly with the sensation she had never had or enjoyed before. As I pumped myself into her getting harder and faster slowly  she played with her clit for a minute and said god this feels fantastic. I quickened my pace going down hard into her and he body shook with the vigeous pumping and her tiny tits began to shake a bit, not that she had much but her nipples were hard and very pink and the flesh of her breasts firm and raised far enough to be young tits, rather than just a chest. She obviously was relaxed and quite happy for us to be fucking like this. She had no fear or concern about me doing it to her and being so much older than her.

After about three or four mintues of me fucking her she said lets try it with me on top, I have watched girls on the porno sites do it like that and it looks great. I pulled out and my cock was covered in her cunt juice all wet and juicy. I lay down and she got over me and faced me and slowly lowered her cunt over my cock and slid it into her and she said this is great, I have never done it like this. She took a minute or two to get the motion right and she was soon pounding her cunt up and down on my cock and giving me a brief description of how it felt and how much she was enjoying doing it like that. Then she said let me turn around and she pulled me out of her and turned around and I held my cock up for her to slide into herslf again and she began to fuck me and thoroughly enjoy the feeling of my cock inside her. I could see her tiny brown ass hole and I got a finger and touched her there and whether it was accidental or not it slipped into her ass down to the first knuckle. Oh shit she said that feels unbelieveable, I manipulated my finger in her ass as she pounded her cunt up and down on my cock for another few minutes. My guess is we had been fucking now for about 10-12 mintes and I have never enjoyed a fuck like it ever before - she was fantastic - and 14. I could not believe a girl that young could be so competent. Two of the girls or women I had fucked before more or less just lay there and let me go. Once I came it was all over but with her she was the star performer and I was enjoying every moment of her giving both of us a great deal of plasure connected as we were through or cock and cunt. I thought I have never even kissed this girl and we are fucking like old friends. The longer she went the more I realised she was doing all the fucking and enjoying herslf immencly and all I was doing was providing her with a nice hard cock.

After a while she said lets gets back the way we started, I am getting a bit tired. She got up off me and lay down and as she spread her legs for me to reenter her I could see her cunt wide open where my cock had been and the pink wet flesh inside her tunnel of love.  I couldnt control myself and before I sliped my cock back into her I bent down and kissed her gaping vagina getting the mix of our lovemaking on my tongue. She ghasped with the sensation and half sat up. Oh god she said I loved that. I said well maybe we can try that later. She said I have never done that or sucked a boy either. I said lets not get too hasty lets leave something for later. She said I cant wait.

I went back into her and placed her legs back onto my shoulders opening her wide, and began to pump myself hard and fast into her, I needed to get a bit worked up as I had just been laying there as she did all the work, now it was my time to finish her off.

She lay there and pretty quickly I could see the sweat and the concetration on her face begin to kick in with her as my arousal began to rise and I could feel her cunt really rubbing my cock up to an approachiong orgasm. I said how close are you and she said pretty close and I said get ready and then really pumped myself into her hard and fast and you could hear the slap as our bodies met and my cock burried itself deep inside her. Then she said oh Daddy, Oh Daddy fill me up, put that cum deep inside me- fill me with that hot cock juice, I want it do it now and give me a baby please. I was close and as she began to squirm and moan with her orgasmic pleasure my cock spurted hot and creamy cum deep into her cavity and filled her body with the baby juice she was calling for. I kept going and pretty soon the pounding of my cock in her cum filled vagina started to make cream I was going so hard. I couldnt remember a better finish to any fuck I had done before. Her calling me to fill her was amazing and I thought what the hell is this Daddy thing - surely her father has not had sex with her.

I was spent and we were both ghasping for breath, it had been a fantasic and vigerour fuck and we were both gulping down huge lung fulls of air and her chest was heaving as I looked at her now bright red nipples. I leant over and kissed one and she let out a huge moan with the pleasure it gave her.

We lay ther for ages getting over it and talking about how good it was and how much she wanted me to do it again and again. I said look its getting dark and there are a few mozzies about and if you get bitten on some of these bare spots somebody may ask how. She stood up and some of my cum ran down her legs. She said look at me, full of baby juice. I said I hope you dont think I am your Daddy when you were calling out and she said no- its something she heard another girl use on the porn sites and it just came out - there is no way she would even let her father see her half naked let alone fuck her.

We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed and I walked he rout of the woods and toward her home. She could not stop telling me about how good it felt and was and how she wanted me to meet her again and do it all over again.

I promised it would not be the last time we did that and any time she wanted me to I would - depite the age difference of 10 years.

Fortunately she never fell pregnant even though she was unprotected the first few times as we couldnt keep away from each other. I arranged for her to get the oral contraceptive soon after so we could fuck as often and at any time we wished - and we did.

For the next 6 months we met as often as we could, which was at least once a week and often more frequently and we expanded our sex to include just about anything that was possible. We were lovers in every sense. The only thing that was too painful was anal and even though we tried it a few timea with lubricant etc it was always too painful for her. I will descibe the full seduction of Suzie to oral and other sexual depravities we performed on each other in a later episode. 

The Satyr and the Nympho

Brigit Astar on Sex Stories

“So I’m abnormal. I’m a freak,” Danny Deveno said as he lay on the couch in the consulting room.  

 

“No, no. You’re not a freak,” Dr. Betty Baslur replied, “and you’re not abnormal.”

 

“Well, what would you call me? I mean, what I have, what my problem is, isn’t it freaky, isn’t it abnormal?”

 

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3">“What you have, Mr. Deveno, what your problem is, is abnormal, yes. But you yourself are not abnormal.”

 

“Well, what is it, anyway? I mean, what’s wrong with me, what’s the term for it?”

 

Dr. Baslur shifted in her chair and crossed her legs. She sat alongside of the head of the couch, not facing Danny but close enough to him to maintain contact. She was in her late twenties with short blonde hair and blue eyes, full-bodied with a plump butt and full rounded breasts.

 

“First of all, let me tell you that the term abnormal is a relative term,” Dr. Baslur said. “What it means is something not average, typical or usual, something deviating from a standard. Now, in your case, there are two problems, and they are abnormal, but that’s not to say that they’re freaky.”

 

“Well, that’s all well and good, Doctor, but what exactly is it? What’s wrong with me?”

 

“As I said, there are two abnormal problems. One is erectile dysfunction, and the other is satyriasis.”

 

“Say what? Satyr who? What is that?”

 

“Satyriasis is a pathological term,” Dr. Baslur said. “It simply means abnormal, uncontrollable sexual desire in men. It’s also called satyromania.”

 

“Hmm—uncontrollable sexual desire,” Danny said. “Well, yeah, I have to admit, I do have that. Is there any cure for it?”

 

“No, there’s no cure, but there is treatment.”

 

“Well, what about the other problem—what did you call it? Erect malfunction?”

 

“Erectile dysfunction. That’s a medical term. What it is is that you experience an almost constant erection.”

 

“Well, yeah, I do. So is there a cure for that?”

 

“Again, there is no cure for satyriasis or for erectile dysfunction, but there is treatment.”

 

“Well, Doctor, the thing is, it’s not just my problem. It’s my wife’s too. Thing is, I do have uncontrollable sexual desire, and an almost constant erection, but you see what a problem that is for my wife. I mean I’ve just about, to put it crudely, worn her out. I have to admit, I do have a pretty strong sex drive, and I am erect almost constantly.”

 

“How often do you have relations with your wife?”

 

“Oh, once a day, I guess. The thing is, she has just about cut me off. I don’t blame her, though, because I guess it has been pretty rough on her. But it’s rough for me too. I mean I have this uncontrollable sexual desire, and this almost constant hard-on.”

 

“Yes, I can see. Well, Mr. Deveno, as I said, your condition cannot be cured, but there is treatment. But I want to know if you and your wife have considered the possibility of you perhaps obtaining a surrogate, someone who will provide you with sex.”

 

“You mean, another woman?”

 

“Yes, someone with whom you and your wife would be satisfied.”

 

“No, I’m afraid not. I mean, my wife Pearl, she’d be okay with it, but the problem is, I can’t seem to find anyone who would do it. I mean, I could go out, I guess, and try to pick up someone, but there’s too much risk involved in that, and also, it’s hard for me to do that. I mean, I’m not handsome or athletic, or whatever. I mean, look at me. I’m short, chubby, and bald on top. So, I don’t know.”

 

“Here’s what I want you to do, Mr. Deveno. I want you and your wife to practice oral sex.”

 

“You do?”

 

“Yes. It would be a way for you to relieve yourself. To relieve your uncontrollable sexual desire, and your almost constant erection.”

 

“Well, okay. Pearl, she don’t really—I mean, she’s not really into that—oral sex, that is, but I’ll see what we can do.”

 

“Good. Now do that—tonight and tomorrow, and come back here on Wednesday, and we’ll see how it works out.”

 

“Okay, Doctor.”

 

Wednesday came, and Danny Deveno was back on the couch in the consulting room. Dr. Betty Baslur sat by his head.

 

“Well, Mr. Deveno, how did it go with you and your wife?”

 

“Oh, I did what you suggested, Doctor, and it did relieve me for awhile, but I’m afraid it’s not working.”

 

“Did you practice oral sex with your wife?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What exactly did that entail?”

 

“Well, she practiced it on me, and I practiced it on her.”

 

“So you performed cunnilingus on her, and she performed orally on you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“She sucked you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And did that relieve you?”

 

“Well, yes, but only for awhile.” He moved his hand down on his crotch.

 

“You are erect now,” Dr. Baslar said.

 

“Yeah, I sure am.” He ran his hand over his crotch.

 

“You do have an almost constant erection, don’t you.”

 

“Yeah, it’s hard  all the time.”  He rubbed his crotch.

 

“You do have satyriasis.”

 

He stroked his crotch. “It stays so hard all the time, Doctor.”

 

“Yes, I can see. Well, Mr. Deveno, I must tell you, that I see only one way to relieve you. As I said, there is no cure for your condition, but there is treatment. I suggest we begin that treatment now.”

 

She reached out and clutched his crotch and rubbed it, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.

 

“Unhh—ahh Doctor, what are you doing?”

 

“Giving you treatment,” she replied. “You see, Mr. Deveno, you aren’t the only one with a sexual dysfunction. I too have one. Mine is called nymphomania—uncontrollable sexual desire in women.” She stroked his prick. “My but you are stiff—hard as a rock—thick and fat.” She jerked on his cock.

 

“Unhh—god yeah,” he gasped.

 

“Let’s relieve you right now,” she said.

 

She got down on her knees alongside the couch and lowered her head down onto his dick

 

She sucked on his fat cock, bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. He gasped and clutched her head and began pumping his prick in her wet hot sucking mouth.

 

“Ah yeah—suck it!” he cried out. “Suck my dick!”

 

She sucked him fast as he fucked her mouth. “Unhh! Yeah—now! Here it comes!” He hunched up and let her have it. He pissed a stream of sperm in her mouth. She sucked and gulped and swallowed the thick creamy cum. “Unhh—goddamn, yeah,” he panted as she sucked his cum.

 

“Wow—umm, damn, Doctor, that was good,” he wheezed.

 

She got up and sat on the couch. “I think that will relieve you for a bit,” she said.

 

“Yeah, but just for a bit,” he breathed out heavily.

 

“Yes, I can see. You’re already getting hard again. My goodness, you’re stiff already.”

 

It was true. His dick stiffened until it stood up hard and throbbing.

 

“You really do have satyriasis,” she said. “Well, we must continue to treat you.”

She lay down on the couch and pulled him over on top of her. He raked her panties down and off and burrowed down between her legs.

 

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust her cunt up, and he dug his dick in her pussy.

 

“Unhh—ah yeah—give it to me,” she grunted. “Ah yeah—fuck me with that fat hard cock.”

 

He thrust up, jamming his stiff prick in her cunt.

 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out, thrusting her pussy up to meet his dick.

 

He pumped the meat to her, screwing his cock hard and deep in her cunt.

 

“Ah yeah—fuck yes—now, now!” she gasped. She hunched and bucked and thrashed as he pounded his fat prick in her pussy. “God yes—I’m cuming now!” she cried.

 

“Ah yeah—me too,” he panted. “Here it comes, ah yeah.” He heaved his dick deep in her cunt and spewed a gob of cum.

 

“Unhh—ahh, keep cuming,” she gasped. “Give me all you’ve got—fill me up with fuck.”

 

He empted his balls in her pussy….

 

“Well, Mr. Deveno, that will be your treatment for today. Now I suggest that you continue oral sex with your wife, and I want you to come here for treatment, let’s say three times a week. Come back on Friday.”

 

“Okay, Doctor, I’ll be here—and I’ll be ready,” he replied.

 

“Yes, I know you will. We’ll take care of your satyriasis. As I said, there is no cure for it, but there is treatment. And we’ll treat you very well.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Getting Some Trim

PeterJenson on Sex Stories

I'm Larry, in my early fifties, in good shape and like most men my age, I "LOVE PUSSY." Especially when it's from a girl 20 years younger. So, let me tell you about a fantasy I have about my young hairdresser.



Her name is Dana and she's about 27 years. She's a little chubby, not much but I find her "FUCKING SEXY!" She's different from my other hairdresser, who is about 35 years old. She's als

Bhai behan ki chudai

babar5154444 on Sex Stories

dosto mera nam hai main jo kahani aap ko sona nay jaraha hoon yah aaj say kareeban 1,sal pahlay ki bat hai mera shumar muhalay kay achay larkoon main sab say pahlay no per aata tha. us kiwaja yah thi main kisi ko inkar nahi kar sakta tha mujhay bahar kisi nay dekh liya to foran usay koi na koi kam yaad aajata issi wajha say mera sub kay ghar ana jana rahta tha humaray muhalay ghar kay samnay tahira baji ki femly rahnay aye jin ka figer 38 36 38 tha lekin mainay us waqt koi khas inters nahi liya un kay do batay tha jo kay bohot chotay thay tahira baji ka humaray ghar anna janna shuro hogaya aur oh kisay aur kay ghar jati bhi nahi then hum parosi thae is liyah hum say un ki ashi muhalay dari chal rahi thi is tarah main hi un kaka sara kam karta tha. aur aksar unhi kay pas waqt guzar ta tha

Forcing my wife to watch

Busty36DD on Sex Stories


My doorbell rang right at 9pm. My wife, Mila wouldn’t be home for another hour. I open the door and see my neiigbor’s 18 year old daughter, Emily. In just a tight crop top that showed off her perky double D’s. And a nice short black skirt. She smiled and said “How long do we have?” “One hour”, I replied.

She had been coming on to me since she was 17 but I never tried anything with her until the day after her 18th birthday. I’d been fucking her since then. Everytime my wife went to work.

I pushed her crop top up and discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. The young ones are always the sluttiest. I slapped her tits, and grabbed her hair. “Get on your knees” I demanded. She got down, and pulled my boxers down. With my free hand, slapped my semi hard cock on her face while she stuck he

SEX WITH THE TWINS.PART 2.

Pauloski on Sex Stories

I pinned taiye to the wall one day,she just touched my dick and ranaway and i caught her after a short chase and pinned her to the wall along a dark alley,we french kissed for quiet a long time,she was breathing heavily and i cupped her breasts,sucking them like an hungry baby,she said fuck my toto cuz toto is another name for pussy in nigeria,before i knew it she pulled her skirt off,stood naked against the wall,she had no panties on and her boobs were popped out of her bra by me,viewing her was very erotic and i was sexually more aroused,she unzipped my pants,held my dick and wanted to shove it into her pussy but i stoped her by putting two of my fingers into her pussy hole and she let out a load moan,i hurried and closed her mouth with one palm in order not to get the attention of peopl
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e around because of her load moans while i fingerfucked her with the other,she let out a long moan and she came allover my hands,i put my fingers into her mouth and she licked her pussy juice like she was hungry for days,i turned her around and she put her hands on the wall as if she knew what i wanted to do,i slid my seven inch penis into her pussy and gave it to her doggystyle,she said fuck my toto faster,i obliged and rammed my pecker into her pussy with a fast speed,i held one of her boobs with one hand and the other was rubbing her pussy as i fucked her,she could not stand the three kinds of pleasure i was giving her,she shouted out in estacy.i told her,bitch stop shouting,you have been longing for my dick and i'm giving it to you now,so why the shouting? All i heard from her was load moans.i rammed my dick faster and faster inside her pussy,i said to her,your mother is a bitch,she moan yeah......yeah.......yeah she is a fucking bitch.i asked do you know that your mother has fucked almost every man in this vicinity? She said crying yeah....yeah....yeah she even gave birth to us out of wedlock,we don't know our father.she was highly turned on by my questions,and started shivering and came,as she came i also felt organism building in me,i could not resist the estacy and i cummed into her pussy,before i knew it she fell to the ground and was shivering.

Not the end,watch out for part 3.