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Mom competes with Dad Part 3
Please read parts 1 and 2 first to get into my story. Thanks to all who commented so far.
I smiled to myself in the dark. This has been so easy, almost too easy! Before dozing off, snugly against his body with his strong arm possessively around my waist, I made up my mind that I was going to replace Mom as the number on
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My stepmom arrived on the scene several years ago from the West Coast. I knew my dad was going to be a happy man from then on, and you can be sure he was. Rhiannon was her first name, but she went by Rhi. Nonetheless, I came up with the nickname "Rhi" early on, and it stuck. I remember fondly when I used to play basketball with her; my waist brushing against her behind and her girlish smile as she would score the occasional hoop on me.
Though now in her early 40s, Rhiannon still has an incredible body. When she leans over her behind is tight and shapely against the tight black pants she brought with her from New York. Occasionally at the dinner table she would bend over and I couldn't help but look over at those round hips. Four y It started when she'd come into my room at night and give me back massages. Her smooth hands felt like heaven against me, and I could swear that she was trying to be sensual with them, knowing that she turned me on. "Relax, Chris. You're so tense," she would say. I'd fantasize about Rhiannon coming into my room at night when my dad was asleep and sitting on me, I kneading her full, succulent breasts. Her breasts are perhaps her best feature. So big and juicy; I'd look down her bra as she leans over to zip up my Jeans or put plates on the table, in her sweet, motherly way. My teenage sister was never anywhere near as beautiful as my stepmother. She knew this and became jealous of the attention my dad and I gave to this older woman. Even in my sister's most beautiful years - age 16 or 17 - you could see clearly in a photo of them trying on skirts that Rhiannon had a much rounder, fuller figure, her long dark brown hair flowed gracefully down over her breasts. She is slender, yet her breasts and hips are round and full with softness and that beautifully tender skin. When Rhiannon was downstairs talking on the cell phone with that sweet sexy voice, I'd find myself in the bedroom soaking up the scent of her bras and panties, listening to her voice and imagining how it would sound under the covers with her smooth, voluptuous thighs on me. Sometimes in the morning when she thought I was asleep she'd walk by my room and I got the pleasure of seeing her full figure; her baby-white skin and those cute little feet thumping softly on the wooden floor. Having the baby several years before clearly hadn't change Rhiannon's hips and butt. Her bottom stuck up tightly against her panties like the16 year-old girls I flirt with at school. I guess it's just nature's way of letting you know that she's still ripe with fertility. My dad went away on business trips quite often, and I think my stepmother was becoming a little lonely. And her body was so ripe with womanhood, in want of a younger, more vibrant sex life. Indeed, in want of someone she really deserved. One night when my dad was away and Rhiannon was cooking dinner for me, she leaned all the way over to clean up something on the floor, and, my dad not being there, I jumped at the chance to take in that beautiful rump. I could see her pussy lips faintly outlined through her pants. Rhiannon's lovely behind was a foot away from my face! I immediately became hard, and couldn't believe how good she looked. Rhiannon seemed to realize this and righted herself and pulled at her tight panties a bit ( I guess she had a wedgie). She flushed a little and looked at me with her eyes wide, knowing what I must be thinking. She giggled and then smiled at me, then, clearly embarrassed, went to put her young son to bed. That night Rhiannon came into my room with some laundry and a bright, eager look in her eyes. Right then I knew what she had been thinking about that whole evening. Rhiannon bucked and moaned as she reached orgasm. Her breasts expanded like balloons filling with creamy milk. Her tits bobbed up and down in a way that made me pump her even harder. I cannot describe the way my stepmother made love to me. It was like an injection of intense life through my body, seeping its way through my veins. The sensation of her warm body against me for the first time was a feeling I will always cherish. You see, up until that day, I'd been a virgin, and to suddenly be making love to the woman whom I'd been in love with - a deep, sexual, lusty kind of love, to the point where I was aching for her touch - this was an indescribably wonderful experience. Completely uninhibited, together we vented our pent up feelings for each other in a sweet union of man and woman on that cold, overcast afternoon. My body was warmed inside and out by her sex, contrasting with the cold wind blowing against the bedroom windows. As Rhiannon and I made love I took in her scent, which was also indescribably wonderful, like flowers and fruit and sweet cream, but with a musty, animal scent that spoke of an intense life boiling in her warm body. Her white skin was moist with this natural odor. As I fucked her, I sucked on her cream-filled breasts, and her tender nipples hardened as I sucked them. She smiled and hugged me, my face between her tender cleavage. I could feel her hear beating. I took Rhiannon's left breast in my mouth as she humped down on me, her smooth thighs rubbing mine, skin on skin, then I pushed her butt against me and traced its curves, from the channel down her lower back to her tight anus, down to her clitoris, where my dick was sunk in to her labia. I felt her plump pussy lips, caressing them while I fucked them. Then came our climax. As Rhiannon approached orgasm, her body was humping almost violently on me, her breasts jiggling wildly. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom. Her voluptuous thighs slammed down on me as the fat in her ass quivered. Her last pumping motions were slow and deep. She wanted me deep inside of her. I felt her juices begin to seep out between our slapping bodies. My ejaculations were unbelievably strong and sweet. I looked up at my stepmother's beautiful face as I came, her cheeks flushed red with her her internal heat. Her big brown eyes were closed and her mouth open as my penis throbbed powerfully and sperm shot deep inside of my stepmother. It was like our bodies had melted together, joining as one quivering organism. I imagined my dad opening the door and beholding the sight of us on his bed. The plump white rump of his beautiful 41-year-old wife humping down onto her teenage stepson. The arch of her back, with her long dark brown hair that my father so dearly loves, gracefully resting on the curve of her lower back, where, several inches down, her stepson's penis throbbed and injected, balls slapping ass. In truth, I would have wanted my father to see us. I wanted him to stand there and see how I fucked my stepmother, who'd he'd been married to ever since I was a little boy. She had always been a good mother to me, and with the onset of our love affair that hadn't changed. But a part of me wanted my dad to be there to see how passionately she made love to me, and to realize that he was no longer going to get sex he didn't deserve. Finally Rhiannon and I were both through, she had milked my balls dry . Cum slowly dripped out of her pussy and seeped into her soft white skin, into her pores. We slept, we fucked, slept and fucked, all through the night and into the next day. I must have reached orgasm ten pluse times. I knew the pleasure Rhiannon was getting had almost overwhelmed her. This was forbidden pleasure, which for both of us made it all the more sweet. She slept with her long auburn hair on my chest, with a voluptuous thigh over mine. As Rhiannon slept, I'd gently rub that succulent flesh, right at the confluence of her thigh and buttocks. I'd stare at the perfect shape of her ass, firm yet soft and plump. The perfect white of her thigh resting on me was the most beautiful sight I'd ever beheld, indeed, that anyone could ever behold in a situation like mine. She has a little mole right on the underside of her left thigh. She lay on me, her head under my chin. I was in heaven. Right then she awoke at my gentle caress and blushed a little and gave me a girlish smile Rhiannon moved up onto me and sat on my face. As she leaned over and took my dick in her mouth, her love lips engulfed my face. I breathed in and as she slurped on my cock I took in her pussy's fresh musk. Her plump ass on my face smelled like fresh fruit. I could smell the estrogen seeping from her vulva and as I started pumping my dick down her throat, her lips tightened around it, her tongue giving it gentle strokes. I grabbed Rhiannon's thighs and rubbed them, feeling around to her lower back and down again to her plump ass cheeks, now hugging my face. I sucked on her labia as she purred, "Oh CHRIS, mmmmm." I loved hearing that sweet voice, muffled as it was through 135 lbs. of woman. I lifted her a little and turned her around and looked down at my dick, wet with her delicious saliva. Her pussy was just as wet as I mounted her from behind, sliding in and out of that beautiful ass. We rocked back and forth as I sunk my inches into her sopping wet vagina, deep, deep, until she squealed like a baby. The combined wetness of her blowjob and pussy juices made a slurping sound each time I penetrated her. As I fucked my stepmother doggystyle on the bed, her plump ass slapped up against me. I savored the feel of those round hips and caressed her love handles as I pulled her gently, back and forth, against my stomach. This time the sex lasted for quite a while. For a whole 50 minutes I was buttfucking my stepmother, and each thrust into that tight pussy was oh, so sweet. I must have hit that ass hundreds of times, her wet love hole sliding against the sensitive head of my loaded, spurtive young cock. Rhiannon didn't talk while I fucked her, only gave out contented sighs and, as she reached orgasm, began to moan and squeal with increasing intensity. Every time I heard that woman make a sound I sunk my inches deeper inside of her. I shot my cum deep, and with final thrusts, my youthful testicles slapped up against her skin making a slap, slap, slapping sound that echoed down the hall where my little brother was sleeping. Her ass bucked with orgasm after orgasm. I creamed her and have never ejaculated like that before in my life. I must've at least tripled what I usually can muster by masturbating. There was so much of my young love juice that it filled up her insides and forced its way out of her pussy and onto the sheets, seeping in and sticking on everything, making a generally slimy, sexual mess.
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Mom competes with Dad Part 4.
Please read Parts 1 to 3 before continuing.
“Your room.†She ordered. “Dry yourself a bit. I do not want to kneel on the hard floor when I eat your pussy.â€
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I stood in the shower with my legs apart, looking down at Mom kneeling in front of me, her mouth firmly tucked in
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It was graduation day. I had been chosen to speak about high school life and how it had helped not only me, but the class, prepare for the life that lay ahead of us. I had been working on my ‘speech’ for months and with help from Mom, Dad and my brother Tim, I was all ready to wow the crowd. I would only speak for five or six minutes and paring down all the material I had was a daunting task.
Let me give you a short background of what brought on the events of that particular day. I’m Tamara, Tami, and I have a twin, well almost. My brother, Timothy, Tim. As luck would have it, Tim was born just eleven minutes before me and he treats those eleven like they are gold. Always re I thought it was kind of exciting, the thought of having a sister instead of Tim and told him if he looked like a girl he needed a girls name, so I dubbed him Tabitha, Tabby for short. I asked him what he thought and he said he didn’t look bad, only his hair needed to be longer. He suddenly looked at me, said he felt funny and shook a bit, putting his hands on his crotch and groaned, then said he thought he should get back in his own clothes and disappeared into the bath. Changing, he went outside, but hadn’t brought out my clothes. I found them in a heap in the bathroom. Picking them up I realized the panties were wet with a white gooey fluid. I didn’t know it then, but I had just seen Tim orgasm the fist time. We moved to a bigger house when we were twelve. Tim and I had our own rooms. Nice, as the space before was cramped. About the same time our parents sat us down and told us the facts of life, books with pictures, the whole works. We found out why he had a penis and I didn’t. We grew quickly, reaching our present height of 5’ 9” at age fifteen. I started to ‘blossom’ and at sixteen was 35-25-36, strawberry blonde hair, the only thing changing from then till now, my breast size, a 36C. I thought I was good looking and so did a lot of the guys, so I was happy. Tim and I still looked alike except, again, for the obvious. Tim had let his hair grow to just above his shoulders, but mine was three or four inches longer, both of us parting it in the middle. From twelve to sixteen I often found things were missing from my closet and underwear drawer, only to ‘magically’ reappear in a day or so. I knew the culprit and cornered Tim. He reluctantly told me he liked dressing as Tabby, it turned him on to think he was my sister and made me promise not to tell, almost crying at getting caught. I asked if he was gay. His eyes flared at the question, saying no, he just liked to think of himself as me once in awhile. I agreed not to tell on one condition, that he let me turn him into me, make-up and all. In my opinion he said OK a little to quickly. I told him we would have to wait for a day when our parents were gone, so as not to get caught. The day came soon enough. I got Tim, reminded of our deal and he followed me to my room. I told him to take off his shirt, saying we didn’t want to get any make-up on it, then told him to sit in front of the vanity and show him what to do. Sitting next to him, he said maybe I should remove my top, wouldn’t want to get anything on. I wasn’t wearing a bra and as I slipped off the tee, I saw him looking at my tits in the mirror. “How are we going to manage those?” I blushed a little and then he said, “I mean on me.” “Oh, don’t worry, I have plan. If you listen and do as I do, you will be Tabby in no time.” The basics were easy. A little foundation here, a little powder there, cheek highlighter, color and we had reached the hard part, the eyes. Don’t use to much or it will make you look slutty, just watch. As I applied eye shadow, liner and mascara, I said just keep your eyes open and watch what your doing. I finished with a pink lip gloss. He did the same as I had and as we looked in the mirror I saw he was becoming Tabby. I walked to the closet, getting two similar outfits, picked out two lacey, white thong panties, a sheer bra for me and one that we could work with for him. I threw him two white balloons and told him to blow them up until I said stop. “What are these for?” “We’re making boobs, silly. You don’t think all those tits out there are real, do you?” Tim filled them with air and handed them to me. I set them aside and said, “Let’s do this together. I’ll take off my shorts at the same time you do, that way if we’re embarrassed it will at the same time.” We hooked our thumbs in our waistbands and bent over, removing them. I stood, looking at Tim, thinking what the hell, we’d seen each other naked before, just not in a few years. As he stood, I could see him looking at me, his eyes stopping at my lightly haired, blonde pussy. It seemed forever, but once standing, I saw that where I got my figure, he had blossomed himself. His crotch hair was as fine and light as mine, but that is not what had my attention. Standing straight out from his hips was a thick, veined eight inch cock. I had seen guys cocks before, I’d even given one of my boy friends a blow job, but nothing like this. I actually had to force myself to look at his dolled up face. I kind of nodded at it and said, “Now that could be a problem.” Then smiled. “I guess I wasn’t anticipating something…so big.” I got the thong he was to wear and walked to him putting them in his hand. “If you are going to wear these,” looking down at his cock, “that’s going to need to be…well let’s just say… deflated.” Looking at his cock, “It’s not like there’s a valve, sis. It needs some…manipulation, so to speak”, watching as his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it. I stared, mesmerized by the site of Tim jacking-off, a drop of fluid forming at the tip, my pussy tingling, moistening, legs spreading a bit, fingers moving to rub the wet lips of my twat, as we masturbated. I knew we were both close to coming. Moving to him, I took his hand from his cock, my eyes slits, looking into his, “Let me, Tim, I want to”, my fingers around his big cock the tips unable to touch, slowly moving back and forth, looking down as my hand stroked. Dropping to my knees, watching, fluid almost dripping from the tip, my face moved closer, tongue out, licking the tip, a first, tentative taste, salty, sweet. Licking my lips, opening my mouth wide, moving forward, taking half his cock inside, lips closing around it, Tim moaning, my fingers pushing into my cunt, my head moving in time with my hand, sucking faster, Tim’s hands on my head, hips thrusting, silently telling me the speed, my pussy dripping around my pushing fingers, a thumb flicking my hard clit, his cock growing harder in my mouth! “Tami…Taaaaammi…TAMMMMMM!” His hands stopped my head, his cock pulsing, body tensed, his first shot filling my mouth, “TAMMMIII!” Not letting my head move, shooting again into my mouth, sending me into my own orgasm, shaking on my knees, my cream running down the insides of my legs, three fingers buried to the top knuckle, a third shot overflowing my mouth, come escaping around his twitching cock, down my chin, onto my tits, swallowing hot, sweet come, our orgasms slowing, bodies relaxing, my mouth sucking the last from his cock, looking up into his eyes, one hand still on his slowly deflating member, the other, soaked with my juice, moving to my chin, pushing the come into my mouth, sucking my fingers clean. Standing, I could see he was sweating, ruining the make-up, my own needing a touch up. Putting my arms around his neck, pulling his face to mine, I kissed my brother, forcing my tongue into his mouth, his arms around my waist, cock touching my drenched pussy, sending a shiver through me, kissing passionately. I moved my lips from his, looking into his eyes, knowing I wanted to go further, but willing to wait for the proper day. “We need to get cleaned up, then re-apply our make-up, now that you have been…deflated.” He laughed a bit and said OK, but I could see he, too, wanted more. Taking Tim to the bathroom, I showed him how best to remove the make-up without leaving his face red when he was done. Back at the vanity, he got another lesson in application. He did better the second time, so I built his ego a bit, telling him with practice, he could be good at it. Putting on the panties, he pushed his cock between his legs and it looked almost natural. I got the bra on him, stuffed the balloons in place, then we put on our tops and skirts, walked to my full length mirror, admiring our work. We looked at each other in the mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I spread my arms in front of me, “Wa-La, Tabitha, I have a sister! You look beautiful!” We giggled and I said, “Now look, I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, just let me know, But you can’t use my make-up, I’ll take you shopping and get you what you need. No one will ever suspect it’s for you and not me. Plus your secret, our secret, is safe.” I made the motion with my fingers of locking my lips. Tabby turned to me, her head bowed a little, blushing. “I hope your lips are locked only for that.” I put my hand under her chin, raising her head, winking and giving her a quick kiss, “I hope yours are locked only for the same reason. We need to get out of these things. Mom and Dad will be home soon.” I kept my promise, took him shopping, getting under things he liked as well. I couldn’t have him wearing mine all the time. Tim kept his promise, letting me know what he had taken from my closet, returning them when he was done cleaned and pressed if needed. We had gotten together a few times, but it was nothing more than masturbating together, me giving him a blow job, or him licking me to orgasm. I was getting a little frustrated, wanting more than just that. I wanted Tim to be the first one, the first inside me. I know both of us wanted to go further than that, but taking that step… So here it was, graduation day. The ceremony was mid-morning on a Saturday, with a senior party later that night. Our parents were leaving for a week about an hour after the diplomas were given out. There was always some theme for the party, this year, a masquerade. When Tim and I heard about it, I dared him to go as me and I would dress as him in his suit and tie. He looked at me as if I were crazy, saying he had never been out of the house dressed as a girl, telling me it was for his own enjoyment. I kept after him and I guess he’d enough and said OK, on one condition. “You have kept my secret and I love you for it, but if I’m going to go out dressed like you, take the chance of being totally embarrassed in front of my friends, you can’t wear any clothes under your gown at the ceremony.” “I don’t know, Tim. Everybody takes their gown off right after. How am I going to even try to get away with it? Let me think about it. OK?” I stood behind the podium, mortar board pinned to my hair, a crimson gown, thigh high red stockings and white three inch heels the only thing covering me, speaking to a gym filled with people. I finished to a round of polite applause and took my seat on stage. Diplomas were handed out and when Tim gained the stage I stood, taking my place in front of him, to receive mine, a small victory as I was ahead of my ‘big’ brother for the first time. Taking our seat on the floor, Tim turned to me saying I had done well, given the circumstance. I smiled at him and said I hope he did half as well later. The program was over, everyone making their way out of the gym to be congratulated by family and friends, all the graduates removing their gowns but me. Finding my parents and Tim, I was asked why I didn’t take mine off, making some excuse about how it made me feel like I had accomplished something great in my life and wanted to hang onto it for as long as I could. Mom and Dad said their good-byes for the week and I grabbed Tim by the hand, dragging him out of the school, telling him to get us out of there, quick time, luckily not stopped by any of our friends. Driving home, I looked at Tim, “Holy cats! I was nervous up there. From the minute I stood up I could feel the gown rubbing against me. It excited me, knowing I was almost naked in front of all those people.” We pulled into the drive, parked and Tim turned to me. “You were blushing the entire time. I didn’t think you had it in you. I was turned on knowing I was the only one who knew. We should go inside. I want for you to decide what I wear.” We walked into the house, Tim throwing his gown on a chair and kicked off his shoes, socks and untucked his shirt. I turned away from him, unzipping my gown letting fall behind me, wearing only the nylons and heels looking over my shoulder, smiling. “I know just the thing. It may be a little tight, but as soon as you slip inside I’m positive you’ll fit. Come on, I’ll help you with of your clothes.” With Tim following, because of the heels, I could feel my ass dancing in front of him. We entered the bedroom and I told him to close and lock the door, just in case. Moving to him I un buttoned his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders, undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid down his zipper. Taking his pants and underwear in my hands I slipped them down his legs, balancing on the balls of my feet, my legs spread in front of him, his hard cock even with my face. I got him to lift his feet so I could get his pants off the rest of the way, took his hard eight inches in my hand, stroking. Licking up the underside, I took three inches into my mouth, my head moving slowly back and forth, still stroking him. Putting my hand around the base, I opened my mouth, moved forward until his cock was touching my throat, closed my lips around him, my tongue moving along the ‘vein’, Tim eliciting a low moan, my head moving back, then taking as much of his cock as I could, without gagging, again…again, Tim’s hands on my head, trying to force his cock deeper, my fingers running along the lips of my warm, moist pussy, touching my clit. Looking up at him, I could see him watching me, bringing him nearer orgasm. His cock grew harder as I sucked him. Knowing he was close, I pulled my head away from his flesh and stood, put my arms around his neck bringing his face to mine, our lips touching, parting, our tongues playing, one hand behind my neck, the other on my ass, pulling me close, his cock sliding in between my legs, my pussy lips separated on top of it, sweet honey flowing, coating, kissing passionately, moving my brother back to my bed, lips parting as he lay on his back, moving his head to my pillows, my mouth back to his cock, taking him as deep as I could inside once again, tasting my cream, Tim groaning. I moved my tongue along his stomach, circling his navel, to one nipple, taking it in my teeth, biting lightly, my hips moving closer to his steel, my lips to along his neck, touching his chin, my pussy lips on each side of his ‘vein’, wetting his cock, my lips to his mouth, our eyes staring into one another’s, the tip inside, whispering softly against his lips. “You’ll fit inside just right”, lowering an inch more inside, “A little tight”, his tip touching my virginity, “This is what I want you to wear tonight”, my hips pushing down harder, breaking through, wincing at the slight pain, my pussy taking another inch, my lips next to his ear, “You are the first, my twin” Pushing back, inch upon inch, sliding inside, sitting up, hands on his chest, deeper, his hard length fully inside, extended clit feeling his soft hair, my pussy involuntarily squeezing, my head back, my brothers eight inches stretching me. The feeling of Tim’s cock inside me was unbelievable. I held him there for several moments, getting used to the length, the girth. I hooked my feet on the insides of his knees, my hands on his chest and raised my hips, his cock sliding almost from me, then slowly lowered, his smooth, hard cock entering again, my clit touching hair again, sending an intense tingle into me. “Tami, you feel so good, so tight around me.” His hands on my ass, lifting me again, pushing down onto his cock, nipples hard, “So warm”, up again, “So wet.” Taking his cock inside again, again, gaining a rhythm, fucking for the first time, hips hitting audibly, faster I pushed his hot meat into me, harder, fucking his cock, my clit hitting each time I took him inside, closer, my orgasm immanent, driving down onto him, holding him inside as I came. “Tim…TIMMMM,” Shivering as my orgasm coursed through me, my pussy, viselike, clasping my twin brothers cock, “Timmmmmy!!!”, Falling onto his chest, my breasts heaving, gasping for air, his cock sliding from my pussy, nestled between the cheeks of my ass. His arms around me as he turned me onto my back, the tip of his cock splitting my cunt lips, one leg around his waist, the other on his ass, pulling his cock into me, thrusting up to meet his hips as he fucked me, hips clapping together, harder, his balls hitting my ass as my brother stroked faster into my grasping cunt, cream flowing, coating my asshole. “Harder, fuck…Me…Fuck…Me…Harderrrrr…!!!” My legs pulling, forcing his huge cock into my drenched pussy, fingernails raking, digging into his back, my feet locked around his ass, his cock driving into me, his body tensing, “Fuck…Me, yes TIIIIIIIM!!!” Each blood filled vein bringing us closer…his cock growing harder…closer “Tammmi…TAMMMMI!!!” Groaning my name, his hips jerked into mine, eight inches pushed deep, pumping, hot come exploding inside me, coming with him, my cunt grabbing as he filled me again, “Ooooooooh, Timmmmmmmmy…Yeeeees!” Our hips grinding, our orgasms, seemingly ceaseless, my brother falling forward, looking into my eyes as his cock pulsed, our lips meeting yet again, shaking into the last moments. I held him in my arms, his cock still hard inside, “I think the party can wait. Maybe later we can get you to fit into that pretty pink bottom you’ve been admiring.” Comments at butsupbeggin@yahoo.com
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Hi there. I'm Mandi. I am now 24 years old. I am ½ Japanese (my dad),½ Swedish,, but all American, having been born and raised in the mid-west. My grandparents both immigrated here and raised their families. There are several aunts and uncles on my dad’s side, but only my mom and her brother, Phil, on my mom’s side. I know the whole story of how Mom and Dad met but won’t go into it. I am 5’ 7†and got my features from my dad, but got Mom’s body. 36c-24-34. Not a bad trade off as far as I am concerned. I started to develop early in life, my boobs starting to bud at 11 or so. Mom told me all about he birds and bees just about the same time. They both work and Phil, since I was about 5 or 6, would be asked to come over
As a girl growing up, when he was watching me, I would sit on his lap and read to him. He always told me that reading is key to education. He helped me with my homework and I always got great grades, thanks to his help. Once all that was done, we would wrestle around, with him tickling me and me always ending up on top of him, straddling his stomach, my hands on his shoulders in a fake pin. I knew he always let me win, but so what, it made me feel good to be the ’winner’. During the summers, we would go to the lake and swim, then lay on the beach and talk about everything, sports, cars, butterflies, the clouds, girls and boys. Phil never hesitated talking to me, no matter the subject, treating me as his equal, rather than a girl that was ten years his junior. He Always took good care of me.
Boys had been on my mind for a couple years, but at 14 (almost 15) they really started to interest me, I’m sure some kind of hormonal thing. I started to note how big Phil really was. I had been laying on my towel at the beach and Phil was swimming. As he came out of the water, I looked at him, seeing him in a different light. He was wearing tan Speedo type trunks, almost the same color as his skin and at a distance it looked as if he were wearing nothing. Wet they clung to him, outlining his cock. Even though it was soft it was a good 6 inches, and quite thick. I heard a couple of the girls near me comment on his ‘package’ wondering how big it was when hard. Just looking at it made my still bald pussy moist, my clit getting hard, also wondering about the same. We spent about an hour longer at the lake and every chance I got I would look at his dick, the nipples on my 34’s standing out against the spandex of my bikini top. I know he noticed, as every now an again his eyes would travel the length of my body. He stood, facing me, said let’s go, so I sat up. His crotch only about a foot from my face and as he slid his tee shirt over his head I looked at his cock again. I would swear it was a couple of inches bigger. We got in the car and headed home.
Once there I would have normally showered and changed, but inside the living room I took off my tank top, wearing only my tight little spandex two piece, grabbed Phil and started our fake wrestling match, our bodies close as I tried to gain a hold on him. I had his shirt in my hands and as he backed trying get away from me, off it came. Both of us were now clad only in our swim gear, my nipples again hard, his cock, getting harder, pressing against the fabric of his trunks. I could see the ‘vein’ running up the bottom, ending just below the head. The tip looked as if it were trying to pop out of the top of his suit.
Phil moved into me, took me down and was on top of me, his hands holding my forearms to the floor, his knees getting between my legs, moving them apart, his hips pressing down into me. I could feel his cock against my stomach, his balls pressing into my now hard clit. I put my feet on the floor and raised my hips, trying to ‘bridge’, but only succeeded in sliding his cock onto my button, the material of our suits sending jolts through my already soaked canal, making my legs shake.
Phil looked down, his eyes on our joined hips, saying, “Oh, no you don’tâ€Â, and pushed my ass back to the floor, the bottom of his hard cock pressing into my pussy. He released one of my forearms, lifted his hips a bit and straightened his dick, then hooked his arm behind my knee and pushed onto me I could feel the bare part of his hard shaft on my stomach. I pushed up on his shoulder and as usual he let me get the advantage, rolling onto his back, me on top, only this time I was straddling his hips, the cloth of my suit the only thing between us, his hard cock against my hot, young, wanting pussy. I could feel it pulsing as he tried to tickle me, my pussy purposely sliding along the underside of his dick, soaking us both with my juices. I had his hands on the floor up by his head, leaning over him smiling slyly, as I slid back and forth along his length, so close, so close, looking between us, seeing 7 inches of hard cock outside of the top of his swim suit, a clear fluid on his upper abdomen.
“OHhh, Uncle Phil, your cock feels so good. I want to feel it next to my pussy!†I was sooo hot, my skin flushed, sooo wet!! The crotch of my suit pulled up inside me, my button hard, spandex rubbing it, waiting for, wanting sweet release.
I kept moving back and forth, closer, closer to coming when Phil grabbed my wrists and moved our hands to my hips, helping me slide along his hard cock. His hands left mine, one pushing his suit down and behind his balls, the other pulling my bikini bottoms to one side, my bare pussy lips separated by his big ’vein’, riding along the underside of his hard pole, his hands back at my wrists and hips. I started to shudder as my orgasm hit, my clit pressed hard against him, my back arched, my nipples hard, pushing against my bikini top, rubbing hard and fast down onto his cock, soaking his big rod. Phil let go of my wrists and I fell forward, my hands on his shoulders, his on my ass, rocking me back and forth, holding me as I continued to come. Looking into his eyes, I moved forward, letting the big tip of his cock enter me, taking just it inside. His hips pushed up into me, another two inches inside.
“I want more, more of that big cock inside me!!! Don‘t let me wait, FUCK ME!â€Â
With a smile on his face, he placed one hand behind my head, the other on the small of my back as he rolled on top of me. He removed his suit, then my bottoms and hooked his arms behind my knees, raising my ass off the floor. I saw the full length of his 9 inches and knew he was about to enter my virgin hole. Phil lowered himself, letting his cock ride along my wet slit. One hand reached down and held the base letting just the tip enter my tight pussy, then pulling out moving it to my ass, getting it slick with my cream, moving the head around my rectum, pushing just a bit. My clit was throbbing, my cunt flowing, as his cock tip was first in my pussy, then again at my ass, pushing, my asshole wet with my juices allowing his tip inside. Oooooo, it felt so good! Yessss, fuck my assss!!
Phil stopped teasing me with his cock and moved down, his face at my pussy and pushed his tongue inside me, his arms around my legs, keeping my cunt on his face, licking me. His lips were around my clit, sucking, bringing me to my second orgasm, my hands on the back of his head, holding him there as I pushed against him. Coooming! His lips left my clit, licking along my pussy, the skin between my cunt and ass, tickling a bit, then licking my asshole, his tongue forcing it’s way into my rectum. If I had known it felt this good to have my ass played with, I would have done it long ago. His tongue probed my ass, then back to my pussy. I knew I was going to get fucked and didn’t care which hole he filled, I just wanted that big 9 inch cock inside me.
“Fuck me! Put your cock inside me,†I moaned. Phil moved up, my calves on his shoulders as he pushed into my burning twat, stretching me. 2, then 3 inches inside. He hit my virginity. I pushed up onto his cock as he pushed down, breaking through, the pain of my ripping maidenhood sending me into a third orgasm, my arms around him as my hips thrust up. He pulled back, my mind screamed at him!! ‘NO, NOOOO, DON’T PULL IT OUT’, just the tip inside me, then forward, half of his cock inside. Phil started to fuck me slowly. Each push sending another inch or two into my cunt.
“Ohhh, yes†I heard him groan. “You are sooo tight, SOOO HOT! SOOO WET!!!!†His cock sliding further into me. I was close again. He pulled back and then pushed hard into me, burying his full 9 inches inside me, his hips meeting mine, his cock at the entrance of my womb, pushing inside, his balls resting on my ass, holding me as I shook into my fourth orgasm, my cunt milking his huge member, my cream oozing onto my asshole as he let me get used to his size.
I looked into his eyes. “Fuck me, Uncle Phil, FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!! FUUUCK MEEE ANY WAY YOU WANT!!! JUST FUCK MEEEE!!!†He pulled back and slowly re-entered me. His cock felt divine as it pushed in and out of my pussy. He let my legs drop, one arm around my back, the other holding my ass. I wrapped them around his waist, pulling up to meet him, pulling him into me, pulling hard onto his cock with my legs, his hips hitting mine in a steady rhythm, his balls slapping against my wet ass. I was coming again, my pussy spasming around him, trying to hold him inside as he continued to fuck me, pulling all but the tip out, my legs forcing him back into me. FUCKING ME!!! His long dick stroking in, out, over and over. My juices ran down the crack of my ass onto the floor.
Phil pushed his cock inside and held it there, picking me up, my arms around his neck, legs around his waist, his hands on my ass. He stood, my legs around his waist, his cock buried inside me. His lips meet mine, kissing me, his tongue inside my mouth, probing. He carried me to my bed while he raised and lowered my ass, slowly fucking me all the way. Gently, he laid me at the end, his cock pulling from me and hooking his elbows around the back of my knees plunged his member back into me, fucking me in long, slow, steady strokes.
Leaning down, our lips met again, my arms around his neck, our tongues dancing, each of us moaning into the others mouth. My heels were on his ass. Each time, on his stroke into me, I would lift up to meet him, my young, hot, juicy pussy tightening around his girth, feeling every blood filled vein as he pulled back, then filling me again and again, his long strokes sending me over the edge again. COOMING HARD, holding his cock inside me as the waves subsided.
“Mandi, I am so close. I want you to turn over so I can fuck you from behind.†Pulling his cock from me, he turned me over, knees spread at the edge of the bed, leaning on my elbows, my butt up, my cock stretched hole waiting, wanting him again inside. My uncle placed his cock, soaked with my come, at the top of my ass crack, moving it down to my little wet rosebud, circling it with the tip, pushing the head inside, my butt hole clenching around it, another inch, two, then three inside, the pain, pure pleasure, ‘Fuck my ass’ moaning ‘Fuck me in my ass’.
He pulled out, saying, “Next time, the next timeâ€Â, and slid down to my pussy. He pushed hard into me, my ass pushing back into his wonderfully huge rod, his hand on my hips as, pulling me back onto him as he started to fuck me, harder, harder. His cock drove into me, his big sack hitting my clit as his hips slapped my ass cheeks. Moaning, begging him to fuck me harder.
“I’m gonna come soon!!†Phil reached an arm around my chest pulling me up, his thumb and forefinger pulling and pinching one hard nipple through my top, thrusting relentless up into me, my back arched, my juices flowing down the insides of my legs, my head on his shoulder. His free hand took mine, pushing it down to my twat. I could feel the base of his cock with my fingers as it slid in and out.
He was whispering in my ear “I saw you looking at my cock today. My cock getting hard just looking at your hot body, your nipples were as hard as rocks, your pussy was wet just thinking about it.†I moaned a Yesssss, his hand holding mine on the base of his cock, his thumb flicking at my clit, as he pushed into me. “You like my big cock in your tight little pussy. You’re so close. I can feel your dripping pussy grabbing at my cock. I’m gonna come inside your hot little box. I’M GONNNA COOOMMMME!!!â€Â
“Come in me, COME INSIDE MEEEE!!!†His cock began to grow, just moments away, his hand pressing mine against the few inches not inside. Phil’s cock throbbed against my hand, “I’M COOOMINGGGG!!!†His ‘vein’ pulsed in my palm as my uncle’s hot sperm raced up his dick, exploding into me, filling me, filling my pussy to overflowing, running down my legs, my cunt milking his steel, coming with him, COOOOOMMMMMMING!!! Both of us shaking as his cock pushed into me, our bodies convulsing into each other, shaking, as his load flowed into me.
Phil took his arms from around me. I fell forward to the bed, 9 inches of hard meat sliding out of me, the head popping as it exited. I turned over, propping myself up on my hands, looking down at my well stretched hole, our combined come pooling on the bedspread. I looked up at Uncle Phil’s still hard, glistening wet cock. Come was dripping from the end. He got on the bed, knee walking toward me, his cock swaying in front of me, straddling my stomach, it’s wet head touching my lips, my mouth opening, my tongue out, tasting us. MMMMmmmm…His hand behind my head, pushing into my mouth, mine on his shaft, moving forward, the last bit of his come swallowed down my throat.
Laying next me, Uncle Phil took me in his arms, holding me close. I’m 24 now, but anytime I want or need a good fucking, I call Phil to ‘baby sit’ me. Like I said, he always takes good care of me.
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I grew up under quite strict rules, not only at home, but at the private, all girls school I attended. At home there were chores to be attended to, and if they were not completed when told, punishment was swift, being dealt with by a good spanking from my father. It was just him and me, my mom having left for parts unknown when I was very little. I learned quickly to obey, doing as told, when told, as Daddy’s hand was not gentle on my butt, always over his knee with my skirt up over my hips, my panties the only thing between my ass and his smooth, but harsh hand.
When I learned to count, Daddy showed me a pair of dice, and I would have to roll them on the kitchen table, then count the number showing. He said that t He would say, “Christina, you know I want you to be the good girl, I love you and this is just my way of showing you when you have been the bad girl. There are rules to be followed and in this house. I make them.†Of course, then I would have to bend over his knees, reach back, pull my skirt up and wait for the swats. It was not often I had to submit to this, learning that if I did what I was told all would be fine, but every now and again as young girls are, I would forget and out came the dice. Since I was in a private school, we had to wear uniforms, guys wore black shoes, dark blue pants, white shirts, a blue and white tie and a blazer with or school emblem on the breast pocket. We girls wore flat heeled black shoes, white knee high stockings with blue tasseled garters, light and dark blue plaid academy skirts, a white blouse and a V-neck button down sweater, also bearing the school emblem over one breast. If homework wasn’t completed, or we were late for school, or we were mean to another person and got caught, or we were not good sportsmen when we would lose a game in P.E., the punishment was the same at school, swats on the butt by the Head Master, girls and guys alike. At least he didn’t make us hike up our skirts. When I was 15, I came home from school one day and Daddy was sitting in his chair, his right hand closed, the sound of the dreaded ivory clicking inside. He stood and said, “Follow meâ€Â, and took me to his bedroom. Sweeping his hand across the room, he asked, “What is wrong with this picture?†My eyes went wide as I saw, in my haste to get to school, I had forgotten to make up his bed, something I had done every day for as long as I could remember. My mind raced, my eyes looking at the floor, as I thought about my room, the bed still unmade. Had he looked there, also???? “I…I…forgot to make your bed.†I looked up at him. “I…was in a hurry Daddy. I was going to be late for school. I know you don’t want me to be late.†I was searching, hoping to help him see the plight of my situation. Swats on my butt at school for coming in late…or swats on my butt at home for not doing my chores. “Tell me the truth, young lady. Did you make your bed this morning? Look at me and tell me the truth.†His beautiful blue eyes boring into mine, knowing. I could hear the dice clicking, clicking in his soft yet firm hand. I pulled my eyes away from his, looking at his hand, the dice rolling in his fingers, know to lie would be worse than telling him the truth. I looked at the floor. “No, Sir, I did not. I was going to do it as soon as I got home,†pleading, looking back into his eyes, “But you got home before me. I would have gotten it done! But I was Late, Daddy! I was going to be late for school!†“No excuses, young lady. Come with me. You will decide how many. Hang up your sweater on the way. I will be waiting in the kitchen.†I walked into my room, placed my sweater on the hanger, then hurried to the kitchen, my head low, knowing, that after years without one, I was about to be spanked yet again. He held out his hand, the dice clicking one last time, as he placed them in my now shaking palms. I closed my fingers around them, my mind asking anyone that would listen, ‘Not twelve, Pleeease not twelve!’. I let them go, watched as they hit the table. Oh, NO, I had thrown too hard, the dice bounding to the edge, one hitting the floor, the other facing up. Six. I started to go into just a bit of thankfulness. Only six. I looked at my father, then at the die on the table and counted out loud, “Six, Daddy, only Six.†“No sweetheart, not six. One of them doesn’t count. One is on the floor. Pick it up. But remember, the one on the table already has six. You must roll them again. When you count next time you will start with seven!†I took the die from the table, leaned down and retrieved the cursed one from the floor. Oooooh, how I wanted just the ones. I dropped them, watching those white cubes dance, their black eyes flashing, laughing into mine, my mind knowing the outcome, as they left my hand, before they hit, before they settled into four huge grins of three each. I looked at their staring, ugly faces. Eighteen! I tore my eyes away from them, standing straight, my shoulders back, my 34†breasts pushing against my blouse, my nipples hardening as I turn my head to look into my father‘s soft eyes. “I won’t count, Daddy,†denying him this one thing. “I will not count. The number is eighteen, but I will NOT count them.†“Very well, Christina, very well. Is that your decision?†“Yes, Sir, it is. I refuse to count them!†I stood as tall as I could, refusing to blink, our eyes locked. “It’s eighteen!!†He blinked, his eyes moving down to my chest, my hard nipples straining against my bra. My bra, Oh my gosh, my bra, my panties! In my haste I had donned the first things that came into my hands. Sheer pink silk. The matching set not concealing anything! The thong panty pulled up into my butt. ‘What have I done! Ohhhh, Chris, what have you done! He’s going to see. It’s too late. I can’t change it now.’ My father took my hand, leading me to the couch in the living room. Sitting on the edge he told me to bend over his knees. How could I have let this happen! I bent over his knees, moving my arms back to raise my skirt, the hem in my hands, pulling it up over my hips, my thong nestled between my butt cheeks, bare ass exposed to him, my eyes closed as I waited. Eighteen It seemed hours!!! Then a soft voice. “What are you wearing? Stand up.†I stood, facing him. He asked again. “What are you wearing?†I knew the answer he wanted, but stalled, saying, “Just my school uniform, Daddy. The same as every day of school.†“You wear the same kind of clothing as you have on now?†I shook my head, yes. “I think you might not be telling the truth, young lady. Take off you blouse and skirt and we will see just how you dress for school.†My eyes snapped up to his. Surely he couldn’t be telling this. “Do it†I hesitated for just a moment, my body flushing red with embarrassment. My hands undid the hooks at the waist of my skirt, loosening it so I could un-tuck my top. Starting at the bottom I unbuttoned my blouse, wanting my tits covered for as l could manage. I reached the top button and shrugged the blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Unzipping my skirt, it too, dropped to the floor at my feet. I stepped forward, my feet out of the waist band and using one foot kicked it backwards, a small heap of clothes at my heels. My fathers eyes traveled down the length of my young body, my only shield, sheer pink under things. His eyes moved up, pausing as he saw my clearly visible, nearly hairless pussy, then stopping at my tits, my nipples, pushing against my bra, hard with fear. “Is this part of the prescribed ‘uniform’?†“No, sir, it’s not. But Daddy, I was Late! I grabbed the first thing that came into my hands. I was in a hurry,†pleading with him again. “If I were late for school, I would have been disciplined by the Head Master.†“And you thought my punishment would be less severe? I will not have my daughter wearing clothes like this. Not under my roof! Take them off. I don’t want you to wear them again. Understood!?†I nodded my head as I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, joining the skirt and blouse. Pulling down my panties, putting them with the small pile of clothes. “You know better than to leave your clothes on the floor. Pick them up and put them on the chair.†I turned around, somewhat thankful all he could see was my backside, but also a little emboldened. I thought to myself, ‘He is seeing me naked, why not show him a little more’. I placed my legs a couple of feet apart, my feet flat on the floor and bent straight over at the waist, my ass cheeks spreading, exposing my bud, my pussy lips parting, giving my daddy full view. I stayed that way for a good minute, folding my clothes on the floor, my fear turning to excitement with my exhibitionism, my nipples, little pebbles at the tips of my tits, my pussy getting more moist, my clit venturing forth from it’s hiding place with each passing second. I straightened up and put my clothes on the chair as I had been instructed. I turned around and walked to him, ready for the eighteen swats I was about to receive. Within arms length, he reached out and took my bare hips in his strong hands, getting one knee in between mine, forcing my pussy onto it, moving his hands up my back pushing me forward, my tits against the top of his thigh, my head at his side, my shoulder pressing into his crotch, one arm dangling at my side, the other around his waist, waiting, waiting for him to begin. His hands moved to my naked ass, one cheek held firmly in each and then it started. A hand raised away, my eyes closed, waiting for the first, then…SMACK, wincing at the pain. The other hand raised… and…SMACK! Again…SMACK, keeping count in my head…SMACK! With each…SMACK! I would try to move forward to lessen the blow…SMACK! My shoulder pushed into his abdomen preventing me from moving more than an inch or so…SMACK! My clit rubbed his pant leg…SMACK! The feeling of the cloth against it making it harder…SMACK! I concentrated on that, my pussy responding, my cream flowing onto his pant leg, my ass a burning red…SMACK! Only eight left…SMACK! I felt his cock hardening into my shoulder, my hand around his waist holding him tighter, pulling away from the last few blows…SMACK! I started to shudder, my pussy denying me…SMACK! I came, my pussy flowing onto his pant leg, soaking it, shaking, holding his waist tight, my head down, biting my lower lip, not wanting to make a sound as my orgasm ripped through me waiting for the next. It never came as he said loudly, “Stand UP!†I stood in front of him as he gesturing to his pant leg, “Look what you have done! I can’t wear these, they’re wet!†He stood, unbuckling his belt, undoing his trousers, letting them drop to his feet, stepping out of them, “Pick them up, and put hang them over the back of the chair!†I did as I was told, smoothing them, trying to prevent any more wrinkles. I turned around to see him, naked, in front of me, his thick, hard, seven inch cock pointing away from his hips, my eyes tracing up and down his body, viewing my first naked male body, fine brown hair across his chest, reaching down to his navel, the same on his lower legs. My eyes stopped at his cock, the hair trimmed close, his hanging ball sack, devoid of any hair. He sat on the edge of the couch, telling me that we weren’t done yet. I resumed the same position as before, my pussy on his bare leg, my arm around his waist, his cock hard, pressing up along my shoulder, his hands on my ass, naked against each other, the fear gone, my excitement rising inside me, anticipating as one hand raised and…SMACK! My head up waiting…SMACK! Moving my pussy along his leg…SMACK! The pain no longer a factor. One hand moving to the bottom of my wet pussy…SMACK! His middle finger entering me…SMACK! Pushing further into me. My arm moved from his waist, taking his hard cock in my hand, feeling the veins pulse into my palm, sliding my hand up and down his length…SMACK! I came again, the final blow sending me over the edge, my hand tightening around his cock as he place another finger into me, coming hard around them. His hand caressed my ass, as if to remove the spanking I had just received, his fingers still inside me. I pulled my head from beside him, my hands on his chest, pushing him till his back met the couch, straddling his hips, my pussy resting at the base of his cock, my arms around his neck, my face moving closer to his, our lips meeting, kissing him, his tongue in my mouth, probing, my hips moving up, up along his cock, wetting it with my flowing juice, his hands on my ass, lifting me, the velvety tip at the entrance of my virginity, separating my pussy lips, whispering into his mouth. “Daddy, I have tried to be your good girl.†I lowered myself, the first few inches inside, “Ohhhh, Daddy!†His hand on my hips forcing me down onto him, another few inches of his hard cock inside, my head back as I sat hard, his full length driving into me, holding him there. “YEEsss ohhh Daddddy, yeeesssâ€Â, my pussy involuntarily milking his hard pole, feeling his blood filled veins as they pushed against the walls of my cunt, his hands on my ass, lifting me, then down again onto his cock, his hips rising to meet mine as I took him inside, again…and again, my hands on his shoulders, my eyes slits, looking at his, as we started fucking. His cock pushing up into me, my hips meeting his on my downward thrust, my desire taking over, the only sound, our breathing, my pussy squishing as his smooth, hard member entered me over and over, lost in my incestuous desire. “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard, FUUUUUCK MEE!!†his cock a piston, thrusting up into my tight, hot, well oiled cylinder. I was flying in my own pleasure, Cooooming again, his hands forcing me up and down, fuccccking me harder…harder, his hands on my hips as he pushed up into me, his body stiffening, his cock growing inside me, as he buried himself inside me, my hips rocking against his short pubic hair bringing me closer, his hard cock pulsing, once…twice as he released inside, his hot come exploding into me, filling me, my cunt tightening around him, his cock releasing another stream inside. I was cooooming again, my back arched as his hips jerked up into me, letting another shot of come fill me, both moaning in orgasm, his hands holding me in place as I shuddered. I fell forward, my arms around his neck, breathing hard against his cheek, our hearts pounding inside our chests, his hard cock still inside my twitching slit. Our lips met, tongues dancing, delighting in our post orgasmic bliss. I could feel his come flowing from inside me, coating his balls, running onto his ass, excited, as I would be the one that would have to clean it from him, knowing I would have to do a good job, or risk having to throw those lovely dice once again. ;) Mandi O
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I’m 37. I’ve been married for many years and I’m the mother of 2 wonderful children. My husband is an exceptional father to his children and seeing him with his kids has pushed me further into my dark past and my need to find the father I lost so many years ago. This has brought me to where I am now and the surrogate father that I’ve found.ÂÂ
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On this particular day, daddy and I had decided that we would go shopping and then we’d have a nice lunch at a little restaurant just out of the way so that we could talk more about the things that brought us together in the first place – my missing my dad, and him missing his daughter.ÂÂ
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The first store we went to was a book store. We’d been talking about some books that he would like to read and decided that we’d pick up the books on our next outing. While in the box store/book store I headed towards one of my favorite sections, that with the more “adult†themed books.
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Daddy found the books he’d been looking for much more quickly than I’d expected and so he went looking for me in the big store. He snuck up behind me, only to find me reading the inside cover of a book that spoke extensively about sex in the senior years. I’d been caught read handed, and was I every red-faced!
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I quickly put the book back, trying to hide the blush on my face, and we headed towards the cash so that he could pay for his purchases. Once outside of the store daddy looked at me and asked the question that I both dreaded and dreamed of. “Is there more that you’re hoping for from me, than a father/daughter relationship? I couldn’t help but notice the book you were reading.â€Â
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“Um, well.â€Â I had a huge lump in my throat and I didn’t quite know what to say. “Yes daddyâ€Â, was all that I could manage, barely in a whisper.
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To my surprise he flashed a rather wicked grin and without missing a beat he said, “You’ve been a bit naughty now, haven’t you?†and he gave my fanny a firm swat as we walked across the parking lot towards his car.
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I was stunned and thrilled all at the same time. I’d hoped that I could develop this relationship to the point where I could ask him if he’d be interested in me sexually, but I didn’t anticipate it moving quite this quickly. I could feel myself moisten and knew that my nipples had become very hard against the fabric of my bra.
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Once in the car with the door closed, he turned to look at me and said that there was another store he’d like to go to before we went to lunch, not saying anything else about the book or the swat. As we drove to our next destination in silence I began to wonder if maybe I’d misunderstood his spanking and the look on his face until I saw what was to be our destination coming into view.ÂÂ
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He pulled the car around the side of the building. It was a rather non-descript, one-story building with a small sign on the top and no windows, but it was a store I knew instantly to be an Adult novelty and movie store, the kind that is tucked away into industrial areas, just far enough away from the schools and more reputable places in town.
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As daddy got out of the car and walked around to my side, to let me out, I took a deep breath. I was aware that I was, again, feeling the same electric sensations between my legs that I had when he swatted my bum about 20 minutes earlier. I stepped out of the car and daddy took me firmly by the arm, leading me towards the store.
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Inside the store, once my eyes had adjusted to the dimmer lighting, I soon noticed that this store was very well stocked. There were movies to suite all preferences; they lined racks that ran along the back and entire right wall of the store. There was also a large area of magazines; they were along the whole left wall of the store. Along the front was the cash and a small office area, and through the middle of the store, split into two areas, was one section that contained all varieties of toys and sexual implements, and another that had a wide variety of sexy clothing, shoes, lingerie and costumes.ÂÂ
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Like a kid in a candy store, my eyes opened wide as I took it all in. Daddy turned to me and said “show daddy what you like honey.â€Â
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I didn’t need a lot of encouragement but I didn’t know where to start. I settled on the center of the store and migrated towards the clothes. There was a very sexy peek-a-boo bra and panty set in aubergine (a very sexy shade of purple) that first caught my eyes. The bra was underwire, soft lace and deeply scalloped so that the wearer’s nipples would peek through. The panties were high-cut, covering the ass fully rather than providing a silly piece of floss to cut unattractively between the cheeks. The front was “cut away†with a deep inverted “V†leaving the wearer’s pussy fully exposed. Daddy smiled at my taste. I turned towards the next rack to see what goodies it held and he scooped up the sexy twin set. There were some really wonderful things, but none held my gaze as long as the panty set which daddy was still holding onto.
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Across the center aisle was a large toy section and daddy, holding me by my elbow, guided me towards the selection. All sizes and shapes of dildos and plugs, clamps and pumps. There were even fake pussies and asses which daddy lingered at a while. Daddy picked up a rather happy looking jelly toy. It had a large dildo end, quite thick and long and it also had a smaller protrusion that was like bunny ears (for my clit, he mentioned). It had a base that controlled the thrust speed and vibration. In addition to the toy, daddy picked up some leather restraints, a belt and a beaded jelly butt plug, about 8†in length. He told me that “bad little girls need some disciplineâ€Â, adding that “I’m just the one to give it to you.â€Â Hearing this caused my pussy to throb and pulse – I was in trouble, to be sure.
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He motioned towards a door way that I hadn’t noticed, it lead to what I thought were change rooms. It seemed that Daddy wanted to make sure that my new bra and panties fit before we bought them.
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As we walked through the door I soon realized that it was not an ordinary change room. This room was larger; it had a door that ran from floor to ceiling and a lock on the door. It also had a deep bench that ran along the entire length of the wall, about 6†long. Across from the bench was what looked to be a video monitor and a control panel and a slot to accept coins or tokens. It was a private video booth.
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Daddy instructed me to change into the lingerie and he watched very closely as I slipped out of my own clothes and into the very revealing panties and bra. As I started my striptease, daddy dropped several coins into the coin box, made a video selection and the screen flashed to life, but neither of us was watching it.
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Seemingly pleased with my selection and how they fit, daddy adjusted himself in his pants – it seems that he’d become somewhat aroused and his stiffening cock needed to be repositioned in his pants.
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Next, he had me turn away from him, facing towards the bench, and bend over. He pulled the panty to the side, revealing more of my full ass as he reminded me that naughty girls needed discipline. He told me that I would, later, thank him later for being so strict. With that, he took the belt and began to snap it against the soft flesh of my full ass cheeks. It stung at first, and I whimpered as he continued my punishment.
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After no less than 20 swats with the belt, 10 on each cheek, daddy started to gently caress the now pink flesh. Softly at first, he simply smoothed his hands over the pink areas. Soon though his caresses turned to pinches and kneading and his hands roamed well past the area that had been strapped moments earlier.
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His fingers found the open area between my legs and were quick to detect that my pussy was already soaked. “You little slutâ€Â. “Daddy’s little slut liked that, didn’t she?â€Â. “Maybe my little slut would like daddy to eat her sweet wet pussy now?â€ÂÂÂ
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“Mmmmmmm, yes please daddy.â€Â I said, nearly breathless.
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Daddy turned me around and sat me down on the bench – my back in the corner, one leg bent up and resting against the wall, and my other leg hanging over the edge of the bench. Daddy quickly lay down along the length of the bench, his mouth coming to rest firmly on my completely engorged pussy.
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Alternating between long deep licks which start deep inside me and run to the tip of my swollen clit and sucking on my bud, daddy was quickly bringing me to the point of climax. Moments later, my pussy started to spasm, my orgasm ripping through me, daddy tongue pushed deep in my pussy to drink in all my liquid. He lay there between my legs for the next few minutes, his tongue probing me deeply, and his lips working my clit, bringing me two more intense orgasms, before he left his seat at my banquet table and sat up to look at the woman who now sat across from him.
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In a matter of an hour, from the time we had arrived at the book store, till now, I had gone from my ‘father’s’ daughter to his lover – and I couldn’t be any more thrilled.
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Daddy took my face in his hands and smiled. “Now, be a good girl, and suck your daddy’s cock.â€Â, “Suck me like the good little slut that I know you are.â€Â With that, daddy stood up and undid the belt and fly of his pants.  They fell to the ground around his ankles, along with his shorts and what I saw would have impressed any woman.
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There was my 63 year old daddy’s cock, right before my eyes. It had become quite worked up through my striptease and modeling of the lingerie, and fortified by all the nutrients of daddy’s last meal – me.
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Daddy’s cock isn’t terribly long, average really – about 6†long, but what impressed me was that it was wonderfully thick and incredibly hard. Daddy’s proud of his cock and he keeps it nice and tidy – uncut as it is, it was sweet smelling and the area around the cock and his balls were baby-bottom smooth – turns out daddy likes to shave.
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As he stood in front of me, I eagerly took the head of his cock into my mouth and was thrilled to find that, beneath his foreskin, he’d begun to leak a sweet gooey precum. The tip of my tongue worked between the foreskin and the head of his cock to lick away every sweet drop.
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Daddy moaned softly. “Daddy love’s his little girl’s mouthâ€Â. “I knew from the first moment that I saw you that I would love the way you sucked my cock.â€Â
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His words surprised me. I didn’t know that he’d been thinking about me in this way too – but I was really pleased he had, as it was exactly what I needed and wanted.
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“Keep sucking daddy, sweetheart.â€Â He said as he took my head in his hands and guided himself fully into my mouth. “You’re such a good girl to your daddy.â€Â
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As I continued to suck daddy, he reached down and took my tits into his hands. Playing with my nipples – he twisted and rolled them between his fingers and thumb. “Daddy love’s your tits. I need to suck on them sweetheart. May I?â€Â
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Who was I to argue. I was getting exactly what I wanted. Daddy was showing me the affection that I’d been starved for, for all these years. “Yes, please, daddy.†I say, between slurps of his manhood.
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Daddy pulled his cock from my lips and helped me to lay back on the bench – which now appeared much more like a bed – and he lay beside me, pulling my fleshy tits from my bra and sucking my already hard nipples into his mouth.
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I could feel my passion and need growing again as he continued with my nipples. One hand twisting gently at a nipple, while he sucked firmly on the other. As if sensing my need, or in response to his own need, he moved his position, now laying between my legs.ÂÂ
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I could feel the firmness of his cock against the inside of my thigh, which caused me to spread my legs a bit more. Daddy took this cue and moved himself up against my pussy – the crotchless panties showing just how well they suited this activity. He lifted his mouth from my nipple and looked into my eyes. Without exchanging a word, but knowing what each other needed, he pushed forward and I arched towards him, my pussy accepting his cock as he drove its length fully into me.
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Daddy paused once his pelvis came to rest against mine. He looked at me and said thank you. He, it turns out, had not fucked a woman in over 10 years, since his wife took ill and it became physically impossible for them to be intimate.
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Then he began the rhythmic grind that years of experience taught him – a bit slow and clumsy at first, but shortly he found the rhythm that suited each of us and we began the deep, slow fuck that can only be experienced and enjoyed with an older man. The patience of lovemaking with an older man who knows well how to please his lover, and his stamina and endurance unequaled by that of my husband – many years his junior - impressed me.
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He kept his eyes on mine all the while – seemingly reading my thoughts – responding to each of my body’s movements.
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As he interpreted the increase in my breathing to mean my growing pleasure, he picked up his pace and increased the intensity of each of his strokes. Each time his pelvis met mine, my swollen clit was ground by the rocking of his belly against me and his low hanging balls slapped my ass.
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I was loving this old man’s fucking. He was giving me pleasure like nothing I’d experienced in many years. My own growing pleasure was becoming undeniable. “Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard†I begged him, knowing that if he could keep his cock nice and hard and continue his piston action for another couple of minutes that I would be experiencing an explosive orgasm.
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“Daddy’s going to keep fucking his little girl†was his reply. “You’re going to get a load of daddy’s cum deep in your pussy very soon sweetheart, so cum for me.â€Â
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I grabbed his ass and pulled him hard against me with each of his strokes, my orgasm now imminent. He growled in my ear, as he slammed his cock hard and deep into me again and again “cum for daddy, come on slut, cum all over my cock, cum before I fill you with my seed.â€Â The steady stream of very dirty talk continued for the next couple of minutes as we both worked ourselves into a wild and frenzied fuck till I finally let a deep moan escape my lips and my orgasm tore through me. “Daddy, I’m cumming†I cried out. My pussy was squeezing and spasming and poor daddy could not control himself any longer and he gave a soft cry as he drove his dick deep into me releasing stream after stream of his cum. “Yes baby, daddy’s cumming too, daddy’s filling you with his cum sweetheart.â€Â
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After a few moments of laying still, feeling his cock still jerking and spurting in my pussy, daddy pulled himself out and smiled.
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He sat up and looked lovingly at the site before him. There I was, laying there with my legs spread wide, his cum dripping from my pussy.
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“Hmmmmmm†he said, “that looks wonderful.â€Â
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He kneeled down between my legs and licked up much of his cum that had been leaking from me. “MMMmmmmm, tastes very good.†He said
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He sat up again and looked at the packages that had been sitting at the end of the bench. “We’ll put these to use some time soon – but not right now.â€Â He stood up and offered me his hand, helping me up too.
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We dressed and stepped out of the booth/change room, just as the video shut off and made our way to the cash to pay for all of our goodies.
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“Thank you daddy†I said to him, kissing him on the cheek and rubbing him through his pants, as the clerk rang in our purchased. You could see by the look on the clerk’s face that he knew exactly what we’d been doing and he didn’t quite know how to respond to me calling this man daddy (though I’m sure he’s seen and heard much more).ÂÂ
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As we headed to the car, daddy took my hand and into his hand and promised that after lunch we’d find a use for the rest of our purchases….. but that is another story …
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This is a story about my to my mother's best friend's place, Who i've always called aunty Sue even though we're not directly related , the story is about how my visit to spend my summer holiday's at aunty Sue's place turned out to be the most memorable experience of my life.
From the age that I can remember, I've always been really fond of aunty Sue. She's about 30 years old, with short blonde hair which falls upto her shoulders, really slim and terrific body.Aunty Sue also had dimples when she smiles, which makes her really cute. She's about 5"6 tall and really is cute. She's married with a 7 year old son and a 2 year old daughter. She and her family live's in the city, which is about 200 miles from the country These christmas hollidays were no different. Two days into the hollidays aunty Sue drove down in her station wagon with her 2 kids to pick me up for the hollidays. She looked really great. She came in wearing a sleeveless white blouse and jeans. I felt really horny just looking at her. She had been in my masturbatory dreams ever since i started jerking off, but it really did make me feel guilty all at the same time for thinking of aunty Sue in such away. But I just couldn't help it. "Hi Rick, my , are'nt you growing into a hansom young man". She pecked my cheek and ruffled my hair. I was still a couple of inches shorter than her, but she always made a similar comment each time we met. She stayed the night and the next day we packed her wagon and went back to her apartment in the city. Her apartment building had a common swim pool , which meant that we could play in the pool, which myself and Richard did each time we got together. "You can take your stuff upto Richards room Rick , I've arranged the bottom bunk bed for you, Richard insists on using the top one caus he wants to see santa clause coming through the window" Aunt sue grinned. The 1st few days at her place was really great. Aunt Sue's husband was a sales rep, so I did'nt expect to meet him during my stay at her place these hollidays. How ever he called every day to speak to me. On friday Richard and I went down to the pool to play around. Half way through Aunty Sue came down to join us. She was wearing a white 2 piece bikini and looked really hot. Her breasts, are not very big, possibly between a B and C cup, but she looked really hot in it. She joined us in the pool to play ball, and we had loads of fun. Somewhere down the line she asked Richard and myself if we were wearing sun lotion. We were'nt. Aunty immediately ordered both of us out of the pool, ordered richard to stand still and she applied sun block on him inspite of her ardent protests. Once done he jumped into the pool. " Your turn rick" she said while rubbing her hands with lotion and coming towards me. I was standing on the edge of the pool. She came over and rubbed lotion on my back and came forward to apply it on my front. She applied the stuff on my top and bent down to apply it on my legs. Despite my ardent efforts to stop it I started getting a hard on when she started rubbing it on my thighs, and i was praying to god that she would not notice it, but when she stood up , im pretty sure that she would have seen it. How ever she made no indication of it. After keeping the bottle aside she dragged me into the pool with her self and we just continued with the game. I was really embarrassed but Aunty Sue acted as if nothing had happened. Soon as we got out of the pool I went into the bathroom to relieve my self. Aunty sue applying sun lotion on me was just too much to take. That evening all of us went out to see a movie. As soon as we got back home their was a call from one of Richards friends mother's saying that they had to go out some where and if it would be ok if their son Derek slept over. Derek was dropped off at about 9 pm. "Why don't you go put your stuff in Richards room Derek" She said. "Ricky baby, you can come sleep in my room tonight" she told me as she was clearing the dishes. So I went upstairs , got into my P.js and went to sleep in her room. About an hour into my sleep aunt Sue came into the room. She did'nt on the light. I was awake at this point. She was wearing a loose white T shirt and jeans. She was doing something at her dressing table. After awhile she came over, sat on my side of the bed and ran her hand through my hair. "Did I wake you up honey?" she asked. "Thats ok aunt Sue, I was not really falling asleep anyway. It's kind of warm". She looked at me for awhile. "I know honey, it can get pretty warm here". "Hey, it's late, and i've got to get to work tomorrow". "Tell you what, i'll put a change and come'. With that she went into her bathroom , and came into bed. She was wearing her white silk nighty , in which she always looked really hot. We talked for a couple of minutes about home, my mum ect. After a while she gave me a peck on the cheek and went to sleep. After about half an hour I was just drifting to sleep when i felt someone touching my face and giving small kisses. I opened my eyes to see aunty Sue. "Shhhhh just lie down and relax baby, she said, and she kept giving me tiny pecks on my forehead, cheek and she was moving down to my neck. My PJ top had front buttons, and i felt aunty's fingers slowly removing button by button from the top. She still had her night y on. I just could'nt believe that this was happening. Half way through unbuttoning my shirt she removed the blankets which were covering me, off. As she removed it I could clearly see a tent built up in my pijama bottom...... Aunty sue got back to the task of removing my shirt buttons. When I found her removing the last few buttons the pleasure of her hand being only inches away from my cock was excruciating. After removing my shirt completely aunty sue slid up next to me and gave me my first french kiss..... Then she started trailing her path down my neck, slightly bit on my left nipple, moved to my right and trailed her way down to my tummy, and started licking and kissing me there. The sensation was unbelievable. I tried to touch my cock , but she kept pushing my hand away with hers. At this point she had got on to my body, and was lying horizontally on top of me. I felt my erection crushed somewhere between her breasts, which was still covered with her nighty. I tried to touch her but, she kept pushing my hand away. After kissing me all over tummy , which obviously was still hairless, and smooth, I felt her pushing my pj pants down bit my bit. She was touching and kissing every inch of my lover tummy. Then she suddenly moved down a bit , and for the 1st time , as if by accident, ran the back of her hand over my cock , once. She looked up at me and smiled seeing the effect of what she was doing had on me. She was doing all this while my pj's were still covering my erection. then she moved even lower and massaged my legs through my pj's. After doing this for a while she moved over my cock, kissed my tummy and pulled my pj's completely off. My cock just sprang out. After completely pulling off my pj,s off me she moved up to my cock, and for the 1st time really got hold of it . She touched the length of it about thrice . I felt i could hold on no longer. "Oh baby, you have a really beautiful cock. It's so smooth". She let go of her grip on it and started tickling it with her nales. " Do you masturbate baby?" . "Yeah", I said. She just kept closely inspecting my hairless cock. All the time she kept lightly tickling it. "Daily?". " yeah, sometime " I said. She suddenly stopped, realising my terrible discomfort. I had never been able to completely pull my foreskin down. Aunty Sue, gently started to pull my foreskin down. I didn'tt go all the way, but it felt great. A bit of pain but great. "Don't worry, when you get older you'll be able to pull it down completely" she said looking up at me. She smiled . Then she applied a bit of spit and started licking my head, and then down to my balls. All the time she kept genty touching my cock,but made sure that i didn't come. After kissing around my cock, which had grown bigger than I had ever seen it she took it into her mouth, the head initially , then she went all the way down. She did this really slowly a couple of times , letting me enjoy the sensation. After a couple of times , i just couldn't take it any longer and shot a load into her mouth. I felt that i came much more than i have ever done with my hand jobs. I felt in heaven. Aunty Sue kept sucking me until i was completely soft and then let go of it. After massaging my cock for a while she came up to me and kissed me again. "How did that feel sweety" she asked. I was just speechless. Aunty kissed me for a couple of more minutes then shifted back down to my cock. It was still soft, but she started sucking it hard. Much harder than she did the 1st time. after about 2o minutes of this i felt hard again. Aunty got up on her knees and pulled her nighty off. That was the 1st time that I had ever seen Aunty Sue naked. Her breasts were so beautiful. She moved up to me, took my hands and let me touch her. She moved over my face and fed each nipple at a time for me to suck. They were just unbelievable. After about ten minutes of this aunty Sue grabbed hold of my cock and moved on to me. The first sensation of entering her pussy was unbelievable. She let me take my time getting use to it. Then she started moving harder and harder on me. At one point she let out a slight moan, which now i know was a organism. It was just unbelievable. She fucked me like that for about ten to fifteen minutes and i shot a second loan in her. After that we went to sleep naked, I in her arms. I did'nt sleep in aunty Sue's room the next few days since Richards friend was at her place for only one night,and when aunty Sue asked me to come sleep in her room, Richard also wanted to join ,so i moved back into Richard's room. How ever, I did have many more experiences with her, sometimes in her bathroom, In her room during the day when the others were asleep and so on. It has been many , many years since that experience. But looking back now that was one of the greatest experiences of my life.
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I get up from my cock-n-balls pair, and they whine ever so slightly.
"I'll be back, my cock-whores. We got a couple others joning us." They both smile a little at that, and Tanea moves up to straddle Christi, who proceeds to eat Tanea out almost as hungrily as she sucks cock.
I walk to the door, not botherinvg to cover up myself; I know that Jasmine and Kelly will like seeing my cock after so long. As I open the door, sure enough, both smile at the sight of my cock, and look at eachother. While I was dating Kelly, who is openly Bi, the two always talked about us doing a threesome, but I shrugged it off, thinking it inapropriate. That has changed.
"Come in, ladies." I smile, awaiting their reaction to the two on the floor. J
"Can I suck it, baby?"
"In a bit, first, we'll do what you always asked me to do when we were together." She smiles, knowing what I mean, and starts taking off her clothes. I walk up to Jasmine, and take of her shirt, with no resistance, of course. Jasmine is about 5'6", and a lean body, since she started cheerleading. Her tits have gotten smaller, but a lot firmer. She has a great ass, and I five-star it as she bends over to take off her panties. This only gets her excited, as I turn to Kelly. She's in high anticipation, since she always wanted me to cum on her tits. I look her up and down, she's slimmed down since I saw her...still a big girl, but not as big as our last enounter. Shes got a B cup, and she loves the cock.
"Cock whores, come here." Christi and Tanea, move over, remaining on their knees. I motion Kelly to lay down. "Suck her tits, ladies." Christi and Tanea move over to Kelly rather quickly and go to town on her tits. "Jas--suck--my--cock. And do it right this time." Last time she sucked me off, she left me hangin, and while she wont gobble my cum today, she will get me off. She moves and kneels in-between Kelly's legs and proceeds to deep-throat me. She continues to deep-throat, doing nothing else. Good--I like my cock deep-throated. As I feel myself starting to cum, I move her face, rather forcibly away from my cock, and let loose on Kelly's tits and face, and a little on Jasmine's face. "Clean it off, slut." Without hesitation, she moves to licke and suck my cock clean, and back to full erection. With that, my doorbell rings. "And our final guest for the evening. Clean her up."
I move to the door, open it, and let her in. My first, and ideal fuck, up until my current girlfriend. Kelly B. Standing 5'3", about 130, and very--very--athletic proportions (she's a cross country runner, and studying boxing). She's very shocked to see me naked, but smiles somewhat, and walks in. I close the door almost simultaneously with her reaction to the massive orgy.
"What the fuck?!"
"Calm down, baby. We're all just having some fun." She looks around, and recognizes Jasmine, who was my "best friend" at the time we went out, and Tanea, whom she met while I was with Tanea. "C'mon...join in." She hesitates, and slightly moves back when I move towards her, but accepts my touch. "It'll be fun." I move to kiss her, and she leans to accept my kiss. We start making out, and I take her clothes off. I get her worked up, as I work on the positioning for everyone.
"Kelly. get on your knees. Christi, straddle Kels, over there. Jasmine, eat Tanea, and Tanea, eat Kelly here." I take some of Kelly's pussy-juice, and lube-up her asshole. The one time we did it anal, she loved it, and I loved her screaming when I was in her ass. I move into position, and take a second to hear everyone's moaning. I slowly place my cock in Kelly's ass, but as soon as it's in, I ram it deep and hard. She moans loudly, and digs deeper into Kelly L.'s pussy, who in turn starts licking Christi faster. As they all start cuming, I see Kelly move away from Kelly L.'s pussy, and her deep and hard, and fill her asshole with my cum as she screams out loud in extacy. I remove my cock, and Tanea quickly moves to suck and lick it clean. I move away, and I get dressed. They all look at me wantingly.
"Go home, and understand that today you were my whores. And if I ever call you again, you'll do the same, and ask for more."
THE END.
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"Beep, beep, beep." The damn alarm clock screams to wake me up for my first day back at college. I wasn't looking forward to going back for my second semester. I had extremely hard classes scheduled. I had to take my highest math class, my highest science course, and my highest English course, all in one semester. By the time I was out of the shower, my Mom was heading out. My Mom was an English professor at my college. She taught an advanced English course, which I thankfully wasn't required to take.
My Mother was an incredible woman. She was 35 years old, but didn't look a day over 29. She had me when she was 16, but had somehow managed to graduate from high school, get into c An hour after my Mom had left, I made my way to school. I got through my first two classes that day and had one left, English. I had never looked at my schedule for the professor's name. If I had, I wouldn't have been surprised when my Mom walked into the class room. " Afternoon class, my name is professor Lucas, this is English 102, section 39..." She continued with her introduction. As she spoke, I wondered how the hell she wound up teaching this class, she was supposed to be teaching a much higher English class. Fortunately for me, she had changed back to her maiden name when she divorced my dad so we had different last names, and no one had caught on to the fact that I was her son. I wasn't happy at all that I was in her class. Besides the fact she was my Mom, professor Lucas was one of the toughest professors on campus. After class was out and all the other students had left, I went up to my Mom and asked her how she had wound up teaching this class. She told me that one of the professors had moved and they needed someone to take over this class for him. She then told me that she wouldn't tell anybody I was her son. She didn't want anyone to think she was favoring me if I happened to be getting a good grade in the class. The first couple of weeks weren't that bad, but she did give a ton of homework, and she always made me participate in the class discussions. During classes I'd always hear some of the guys talking about her, saying, "Hey, look at that ass, don't you want to fuck her?". At first I was sickened by those comments, but it wasn't long before I found myself thinking those same thoughts, and having visions of her naked. It was easy to have those thoughts. Because of my schedules of school and work, I couldn't go out on any dates and I hadn't bedded anybody in almost a year. Soon those thoughts of her naked turned into full-on, X-rated visions. I found myself actually wanting to fuck my own mother. I didn't actually think it would happen, but it did. It happened one day at school. My Mom had asked my that morning to stay after class and help her rearrange the room. I agreed to, not having any thoughts or hopes at the time of fucking her. I got through that day and stayed after to help her. We moved the desks all around and moved some cabinets. I went to the opposite side of the room to move a table back toward the wall. I saw a roll of duct tape laying on the floor next to the table. I picked it up and set it on the table, and walked around behind the table to pull it toward the wall. I started pulling the table toward me when I stopped to look at my Mom. She was on the far side of the room with her back turned to me. She was bending over a desk trying to move it. I stood there admiring her ass and her legs. She was wearing somewhat tight blue jeans and a gray pullover sweater. I had visions of tearing them off of her when I got an idea. I grabbed the roll of duct tape in front of me and crouched down behind the table. I took the roll and began taping around a support bar under the table. I then made a long strip with the tape running from the cross bar. "What are you doing?" My Mom surprised me. "Nothing." I said, looking up at her. She was leaning over the table to see what I was doing. I noticed she had her hands on the table in front of her. I slowly reached my hand up for hers. I took hold of them and said, " Here, feel this." Her hands followed mine to the edge of the table. Then in a quick move I grabbed her hands with my left hand, pulled her toward me, causing her to fall onto the table, then I taped her wrists together with my right hand. "What ere you doing?" She asked as if I were playing a joke. I didn't answer, I just walked around behind her. She was bent over the table and couldn't move that well. Her hands were restrained and her feet barely touched the floor. I stood right behind her, reached under her and undid her jeans. "No. Please don't?" She begged. I slowly pulled her jeans down to her ankles, took off her shoes and sock, and pulled her jeans off. I took out my pocket knife and cut away her sweater, which was the only thing she wore besides her bra. Now she lay bent over the table wearing only her black bra and panties. I then cut away her bra. "Honey don't do this." She pleaded. I didn't listen to her. I slowly pulled her panties down past her ass. I stared lovingly at it for a second before sliding her panties all the way down her silky legs and tossed them aside. Feeling desperate at this moment, my Mom started kicking her legs, trying to fight me away. She was sobbing now still asking me to stop, but I was just starting. I crouched down behind her and took hold of her legs. She was still trying to fight me off, but I had a tight grip. I leaned into her and ran my tongue over her love triangle. She tried fighting even more. I then began flicking my tongue over her pussy lips, first slow then fast. Her sobs of tears soon became soft moans of pleasure. She still tried to kick me off of her. I searched around the slit of her entrance with my tongue, up and down. I then inserted my tongue into her. She let out a loud moan. Her legs stopped kicking. As my tongue searched inside of her she gave up fighting. At this point she was to far gone to care that I was her son. As I tongue fucked her, moaned in pleasure. I was sure someone could hear her. I then went for the kill, I slid my tongue out of her and searched around until I found her clit. I licked around it, flicked it with my tongue, and then covered it with my lips and began to suck. Her moans turned to screams. Her legs shuddered as I sucked her clit. Her body was writhing in pleasure and soon she came. Her body slowly settled down after I stopped sucking. I stood up to look at my Mom. She lay prone on the table. Over her heavy breaths she said, "Fuck me." "What was that?" I replied. "Fuck me Erik. Finish what you started," she demanded. I quickly removed my shoes and socks. I threw my shirt across the room, pulled my jeans off, and removed my boxers. I stood behind my Mom, took hold of my cock and began rubbing it along the entrance to her pussy. The in one trust, I slid into my Mother. With that one simple move, our relationship changed from Mother and Son to lovers. I buried my dick into her balls deep. She let out a load moan. "Come on fuck me. Fuck me until I can't walk anymore." She screamed. I did as I was told. I fucked my Mother's pussy real slow and then a little faster, and then slow again. I kept changing the pace and it was driving her crazy. She felt so good. Her cunt was very hot and wet. Each time I drove in and out of her, she became hotter. Her pussy was so hot it felt like it could burn my man-pole. I pulled my cock out until just the head remained in, then I drove it into her as hard as I could. Then I slowly pulled it back out, this time I completely removed it. I stood there and watched her reaction. Her body was still bucking. "Fucking put it back in me, I want you to fuck me harder, I want to feel you cum in me." She demanded. I did as she requested and shoved it back into her. I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could. I felt her pussy muscles clinch my dick and she began to shudder as she came. I followed right behind her, driving my cock into her one last time as I came in my Mom. I leaned over onto her and we stayed like that for a moment without saying a word. We stuck to each other from the sweat and I could fell her taking deep breaths. I reached for my knife and went to cut her free only to realize that she had broken through the tape from her orgasm. "Please leave." She said in a half whisper. "Just hand me my raincoat from that cabinet and go." I did just that, got dressed and left. I left her there, laying bent over a table that was covered in sweat, completely naked. That night when my Mom got home, she went straight to her room. She said nothing to me and she was gone before I got up the next morning. I didn't see her the entire day until I had to go to class. At first it didn't look like she'd show. Finally she walked in ten minutes late, wearing a black dress that showed the shape of her body very well. The entire class was just a discussion. For the first time she totally ignored me. She didn't call on me once. Things were not looking good. After class was over I heard her ask, "Erik may I speak to you for a minute?". I stayed and waited for everybody to leave. After all the other students were gone, my Mom pulled up a chair near her desk. "Have a seat, I'll be right back." She walked out of the room and I took a seat in the chair. I sat there and waited for a few minutes before she walked back into the room and took a seat on her desk directly in front of me. She just sat there for a minute looking at me. I was feeling pretty nervous at this point. "Mom..", I tried to say but she cut me off. "No, don't say anything." She said, "I know you're thinking that I'm going to give you the speech about how what we did was wrong and that it will never happen again.", she paused. She stood up, walked over behind her desk, opened a drawer and stuck her hand in it. "But I'm not going to." She withdrew her hand from the drawer and showed me what she was holding. It was the roll of duct tape. She walked over to me, crouched down, pulled the pant legs up on my jeans and taped my right ankle to the right leg of the chair and my left ankle to the left leg. Now I was restrained. My Mom then undid my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles along with my boxer shorts. She pulled my shirt off and stood up. She then began to strip. She kicked off her heals and pulled her shoulder straps off and let her dress fall to the floor. She wore no underwear. She stood there completely naked before me. She walked up and slowly straddled me in the chair. Her wet, warm womanhood pressed against my manhood. "Welcome to sex ed one-on-one, this is the hands on training section, I am your professor, you may call me Dr. Lucas." She began. "Would you like to start this lab?" "Yes." I replied. "Would you like to fuck me?" "YES." "Good!" She then slid off of me and crouched down before me. She took my prick in her hand and put the tip in her mouth. She circled her tongue around the tip, then she out the head back in her mouth, but this time followed through and went all the way down the shaft. She slowly bobbed her head up and down. She kept this up using her hand and tongue. She could tell I couldn't take much more of this. She stood up, took hold of my cock, and as she straddled me, she put the head up to her pussy lips. She rubbed it in then sat down onto it. We both moaned as my prick easily slipped into her. She slowly rocked up and down on my dick. She was now in control and she loved it. She was getting her pay back and she'd take full advantage of it. She fucked me faster and faster. I couldn't take much more, but just when I was about to come she stopped for a second, waited then slowly started again. She fucked my slow, but hard, grinding her hips into mine. I took hold of her breasts and took turns sucking each one. I played with each nipple, flicking my tongue over each one and then sucking on them. She took hold of my hands and guided them down her body to her ass. My hands greedily grabbed each cheek. My mouth still played with her breasts as she fucked me in the chair. She picked up the pace again. Sweat poured off her body. She looked so beautiful with the sweat gleaming on her body. I leaned back in the chair, my hands still holding her lovely ass as she fucked me as fast as she could go. I was coming, but then she stopped again. She continued this three or four more times. Slowly fucking me, then picking up the pace, and stopping before I came. This payback was hell, but at the same time it was heaven. She stopped one last time. "Are you ready? I know I am." She said. "Yes I'm ready." I responded. "Then let's come together." She didn't bother starting slow. She went straight for the kill. She fucked me with all that she had left in her. Soon, I felt her pussy muscles tighten as she leaned back to get more leverage. My hands harnessed her in as she picked up the pace to an unbelievable speed. It wasn't long before we were both coming. I came in my Mother as she had her orgasm and then collapsed onto me. We held each other for a few hours in that chair before going home where we fucked again, this time all night long.
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I HAVE TO ADMIT I HAD A REAL GOOD SUMMER ONE YEAR AGO. I NEVER EXPECTED IT BE SO INTRESTING. THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I SPENT MY SUMMER WITH MY AUNT.
IT ALL HAPPENED BECAUSE MY FAMILY THOUGHT IT BE A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TO SPEND TIME WITH MY AUNT MARY. I WOULD HELP HER OUT WITH HER BUSINESS. AT FIRST I DID NOT WANT TO GO. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO HAVE A REAL BAD TIME. WHAT WOULD I HAVE IN COMMON WITH A 38 YEAR OLD DIVORCED TEACHER. AFTER A FEW DAYS OF THINKING I DECIDED WHAT THE HELL I ARRIVE I STILL HAVE MY DOUBTS. WHEN I WALKED OUT OF THE AIRPLANE I GOT MY FIRST VIEW OF MY AUNT MARY. SHE LOOKED REAL GOOD. MARY WAS WEARING A HALF SHIRT AND WHITE SHORTS. SHE WAVED AT ME AND I WENT OVER OT HER AND GAVE HER A BIG HUG. MARY GA MY AUNT MARY FROM MY POSTION WAS LOOKING GOOD. AFTER WERE STARTED TO TALK AND KIND OF FIRNEDLY FLIRT BUT AFTER A LITTLE WHILE IT KIND OF JUST HAPPENED. MARY AND I WERE JOKING AROUND AND I COULD NOT CONTROL MYSELF SO I JUST KISSED HER ON THOSE AWESOME LIPS. I DID NOT KNOW HOW SHE WOULD REACT. SHE BACKED AWAY AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES SHE MONTIONED ME OVER AND TOLD ME SHE REALLY WANT TO BE A NAUGHTY AUNT NOW AND PLAY. MARY TOLD ME SHE WAS GOING TO TEACH ME HOW TO PLEASE AN AUNT. MARY GRABBED MY HANDS PLACED THEM ON HER CHEST. MY AUNT MARY SAID YOU LIKE HOW THEY FEEL. I NOD MY HEAD. SHE TOLD ME TO REMOVE HER SHIRT. I TOOK OFF HER SHIRT AND SHE WAS WEARING A REALLY SEXY BRA. I GAVE MARY A SMILE AND SHE SAID YOU LIKE THEM HUH. I GO YEA I DO AUNT MARY SHE SAYS WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY WITH THEM. I GO YES AUNT MARY. SHE TOLD ME TO GO BEHIIND HER AND REMOVE HER BRA AND RELEASE THE STRAP WITH MY MOUTH I GOT BEHIND HER AND I PUT MY TEETH ON HER BRA STRAP. I THEN GAVE HER BACK A FEW LICK. I THEN WENT BACK TO REMOVING HER BRA. IT TOOK ME AWHILE TO GET OFF. IT WAS SORT OF FUN AND WE WERE JUST FOCUSED ON EACH OTHER. AUNT MARY TOLD ME TO STOP AND SHE GRABBED ME AND WE KISSED FOR SEVEARL MINUTES.. HER BRA WAS HALF WAY OFF. ONE OF HER BREASTS WERE STARTING TO SHOW. I TOLD MARY I WANTED TO PLAY WITH HER BREASTS AND SHE SAID FINISH THE JOB. I STARTED TO REMOVE HER BRA ONCE AGAIN WITH MY TEETH. ONCE IT WAS OFF MARY TOLD ME TO BE A NAUGHTY NEPHEW AND PLAY WITH IS AUNTS BREASTS.. I STARTED BY LICKING EACH OF HER HARD NIPPLES. I THEN STARTED TO LICK HER BREASTS. I DID THIS FOR 10 MINUTES MY AUNT MARY WAS MOANING. SHE STARTED OFF WITH A SOFT MOAN AND WHEN I REALLY GOT IN TO IT SHE STARTED TO MOAN A LOT LOUDER. MARY THEN SAID LETS BOTH HAVE SOME FUN. AUNT MARY. AUNT MARY REMOVED MY SHIRT AND SHORTS. MARY WAS ONLY IN HER WHITE PANTES AN I WAS IN MY BOXERS. AUNT MARY TOLD ME TO GET A LOT CLOSER TO HER. WE THEN STARTED TO TOUCH EACH OTHER. BOTH ARE HANDS FOUND AWAY DOWN TO EACH OTHERS UNDERWEAR. I WAS RUBBING MARY WHILE MARY WAS REALLY MAKING MY ROD STIFF. MARY EVEN BENT DOWN AND STARTED TO GIVE IT KISSES AND SHE EVEN PUT HER LIPS ON MY ROD WITH MY BOXERS ON. MY AUNT WAS REAL GOOD AT THIS. SHE TOLD ME SHE ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THE 69 POSTION. SHE LATER TOLD ME THAT HER SEX LIFE REALLY HAD NOT BEEN THE GREATEST, AND SHE NEEDED IT MUCH MORE.. MARY WAS MAKING ME FEEL GOOD. I COULD NOT IMGAINE WEN YOU TOOK OFF MY BOXERS HOW IT WOULD FEEL. MARY TOLD ME TO CARRY HER TO THE BEDROOM. I PLACED MARY DOWN AND SHE GRABBED ME ONCE AGAIN AND WE KISSED. AFTER ARE FIRST TIME, AUNT MARY TOLD ME I CAN SLEEP IN HER BED WITH HER. WELL AFTER A FEW MINUTES MARY TOLD ME TO LAY DOWN AND WITH HER PANTIES ON SHE SAT ON MY FACE. I WAS IN HEAVEN. HER PANTIES WERE WET AND I TOOK A NICE LICK. SHE WAS MOVING AROUND ALITTLE BIT. YOU CAN TELL MY AUNT MARY WAS ON FIRE. I NEVER SAW THIS SIDE OF HER, BUT IM NOT COMPLAIING. WELL AFTER A FEW MINUTES MARY STARTED TO SUCK MY ROD WHILE I SUCKED HER MOIST PUSSY. MARY LIKED MY ROD. SHE SUCKED ON ITAND MARY REALLY ERUPTED, AND SHE TOLD ME TO BE A GOOD STUDENT AND CLEAN UP HER MESS. I PUT MY HAND DOWN AND I FELT HER WETNESS. I TOLD HER OFF COURSE I WILL. I LAYED DOWN AND MARY AUNT MARY SAID SINCE YOU BEEN A GOOD STUDENT I LET YOU STICK YOUR ROD IN MY PUSSY. SHE MADE ME BEG. I GAVE HER A LOT OF PECKS ON HER LIPS AND EVEN RUBBED MY ROD ALL OVER HER FACE AND BREAST. MARY LIKED THE FEELING OF MY ROD ON HER BREASTS. SHE THEN STARTED TO SUCK MY ROD AGAIN. MARY NEW HOW TO MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY , MARY SUCKED ON IT LIKE SHE HAS NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE. MY AUNT MARY LOVES ORAL SEX. AFTER A FEW MINUTES MARY TOLD ME TO LAY DOWN AND SHE GOT ON TOP OF ME. WE BEGAN TO MAKE LOVE. SHE WAS GOING UP AND DOWN. SHE WENT SLOW AT FIRST, AND THEN SHE STARTED TO MOVE QUICKLY. MY AUNT MARY Y WAS MOANING LOUD NOW. SHE HAD THIS CUTE LOOK ON HER FACE AS WE MADE LOVE. WE ENDED UO HAVING SEX ALL NIGHT LONG. MARY WOKE ME UP THE NEXT MORING SUCKING ON MY ROD. THIS WAS SURE A GREAT EXPERIENCE.
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Jane Mayon undressed in her bedroom and put on her girl scout outfit, picked up the cloth bag filled with boxes of cookies, and then headed out. She called to her mother as she went through the living room: "Mom, I'm going." Her mother answered from the kitchen: "Hold on, dear."
Jane waited impatiently at the living room door. Her mother came from the kitchen and asked her: "Where exactly are you going? Are you selling or are you delivering?"
"I'm delivering," Jane replied. "I'm going to some of the places on the list."
"Oh Mom, no. I'm just going to a few places--four or five--just around the neighborhood. To Aunt Clara's and Mrs. Wallace and the Simmons', and Uncle Dick. Just the ones who have placed orders for the cookies and are within walking distance."
"Okay, dear," her mother said, "but remember, dinner is at six. Don't let Aunt Clara trap you into having tea and talking, or else she'll keep you there and you'll never get out."
"I know," Jane replied. "Well, I'm on my way."
She left her house and walked down the residential street, planning her route as she walked along. Aunt Clara first, she thought, then the Simmons', then cross the street and down to Mrs. Wallace, and then, last of all, on my way back, Uncle Dick.
Jane was a typical girl scout, in that she was an adolescent, fourteen years old, full of vim and curiosity, and a virgin. She was well-developed for her age; the girl scout outfit she wore fit snugly around her pubescent body, outlining her budding breasts, developing hips and thighs, and her perky rump. The outfit was short, ending a good six inches above her knees, showing plenty of her soft full legs.
Jane delivered the cookies to Aunt Clara, the Simmons' and Mrs. Wallace, collected the money, and reflected on how many more boxes she needed to sell to win the computer. She had already sold a total of eight dozen boxes of cookies in the past three weeks, but she figured she would need to sell at least that many more to have any chance of coming in first in her scout troop, and winning the grand prize: a brand new pc. But time was running out. There was only one week left in the cookie sale. I need to find people who will buy more than one box, she thought. Maybe Uncle Dick will...
She made her way to her uncle's house, thinking about him. Over the past year, he had become more attentive to her, calling her "sweetie" and "honey" (but only when no one else was around), and touching her. Whenever they were alone, he would find some way to touch her, to place his hands on her shoulders or arms or back or hips. Once, he had come to her house when her parents were gone, and he had finally pulled her onto his lap. He had stroked her hip and flank and nuzzled her cheek and neck. She had felt him moving his crotch up and down and around on her rump, and she had felt a stiff lump throbbing and pressing upon her butt. Her uncle's lips nuzzling her cheek and neck, his hand stroking and softly squeezing her hip and flank, and especially his rotating crotch and that stiff lump throbbing and rubbing upon her rump, had sent a warm tingly fizzy feeling shooting through her body. She wondered what would have happened next had her parents not come home at that time...
She knocked on her uncle's door and reached in the bag and pulled out a box of cookies. Her uncle opened the door and his face lit up. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite niece and girl scout. Come on in, honey."
She entered her uncle's house and he closed the door.
"I see you've got the cookies," he said, pulling out his billfold.
"Well, I've got the money. This should take care of it." He handed her a bill and she opened her bag. "Let me see, let me get the change," she said.
"Oh, no change," he said. "You keep it."
"But it's a lot of change I owe you, it's more than..."
"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "Keep it. It'll help you in your sales."
"Gee, thanks, Uncle Dick. It will help. Now, I only need to sell about eight dozen more boxes minus the one you bought."
"Why so many?" he asked. She explained about winning the pc, and he smiled and wagged his head. "Well, good luck to you. Maybe I could buy another box from you. But first, let me sample your wares." He opened the box and pulled out a cookie. "Umm, nice shape." He slipped an arm around his niece's shoulder. He bit into the cookie. "Yum, quite tasty." He slid a hand down her back. "Here, have a cookie on me."
"We're not supposed to eat any of them," she said.
"But I bought the box, and I'm giving you a cookie. It's not as if you're eating up the profits. Here, have one on me, and let's sit and discuss the possibility of my buying another box from you."
He guided her to a big chair and sat and pulled her down on his lap.
"I do believe this is the best cookie I've ever had," he nibbled. She smiled and nodded and bit into a cookie...
He brushed his lips on her cheek and neck, stroked her hip, and pressed his crotch upon her rump. He moved his hand up, unbuttoned the top of her scout outfit and slid his hand under her bra. She clasped his arm, holding it back.
"Let me stroke and rub you, honey," he breathed in her ear. "I'll buy a box of cookies."
"You will?" she asked.
"Yeah," he answered. He slid his hand onto a breast and began massaging it. "Oh honey, you've got nice little breasts," he rasped. He briskly stroked her titties, rubbing them good. He began rotating his crotch on her rump, pressing his stiffening cock upon her butt.
He went down on her breasts, licking and sucking them. He stroked her legs, running a hand between her thighs.
He tugged at her panties, sliding them down. She grasped his arm and pushed back on it. "Let me lick and suck you, honey. I'll buy another box of cookies."
He slid her panties off, got down on his knees in front of her, pulled her down in the chair and raised her legs and drew them back. He lowered his head between her thighs and began licking.
He slid his tongue up and down, rubbing and lapping her pussy.
She breathed in and out heavily, huffing, almost panting. She clasped his head and raised her pelvis up and moved her cunt around on his mouth.
He moved up on her body, sliding between her legs, pressing his crotch on her pubic hair. He stroked his fat dick up and down on her yoni and rubbed and mashed his balls upon her ass. Then he began pushing the knob of his prick forward--upon her cuntslit.
"Unh unh," she gasped, pulling her pussy back.
He wrapped his arms around her back and tapped his cockhead upon her slit. "Let me do it to you, honey," he rasped. "Another box. I'll buy another. Oh honey, I'll buy three boxes from you."
"Three boxes?" she breathed out.
"Yes, honey, I'll buy three boxes of cookies from you," he panted. "Just let me do it to you." He pushed the head of his peter into her slit, on up to her hymen. "Just let me fuck you!" He strained and heaved and pushed his prick forward, jabbing it against her hymen.
"Unh, ah, unh," he huffed. "You're a virgin, aren't you honey. Ah yes, virgin pussy!"
He kept straining and pushing his dick forward, till he felt the hymen give. "Oh yes!" he hissed as he popped his niece's cherry.
He didn't let up. He kept pushing his cock in, stuffing it into her minty channel. Her quim was so tight, it felt like a vise squeezing his peter.
"Oh god, oh Uncle Dick, oh, it hurts!" she cried. "Oh god, it burns, it hurts so much!"
"It'll only hurt for a minute, honey," he huffed as he dug his prick up her quiff. "Then it'll start feeling so good, you won't want me to ever stop."
He began jamming his dick in her, sawing it back and forth. "Fucking you, honey," he panted."Oh yes, fucking your virgin cunt. Jesus Christ, I'm fucking my fourteen-year-old virgin niece!"
"Oh, unh, ooh, unh!" Jane chuffed and puffed and squirmed and writhed as her uncle lustily fucked her. "Oh baby, welcome to the world of fuck!" he hissed.
He felt the cum churning in his fat balls, felt it gush up. He slid his cock out and rubbed it fast and hard on her yoni. He grunted and groaned as he spewed semen on her pubic hair.
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Jane was growing concerned. There were only a few days left in the cookie sale, and she still had a couple dozen boxes of cookies she needed to sell.
I could contact the people who have already bought some from me, she thought. They might buy some more--if I explain the situation.
Uncle Dick, she thought. I bet he would buy some more.
Uncle Dick would indeed buy some more from her, and not just cookies...
He sat with his arm around his niece's shoulder. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his peter. "Touch it, honey. Wrap your hand around it and stroke it."
She rubbed his prick, marveling at the warm, silky-smooth firmness of it, and the way it grew in her hand. His dick rose and stiffened, straining and throbbing.
He tugged at her head, pulling it down. "Lick it, honey. Lick and suck it."
"Unh unh," she murmured and tried to pull her head back.
"Do it, honey," he said huskily. "Lick and suck my cock. I'll buy a box of cookies from you."
He pulled her head down and guided his peter to her mouth.
"Ah, that's it," he breathed out heavily. "Open your mouth, get your lips around my prick. Lick and suck it, honey. Oh yes, use your tongue and lips on it. Suck it, baby. Oh yes, suck my dick!"
He slid his cock into her silky warm wet mouth. "Unh--ah!" he gasped, and began sliding it back and forth. "Oh yes, you're sucking it now, honey," he wheezed. "Sucking it good. Ah, your mouth's so warm and wet and silky smooth. Oh baby, you're sucking your uncle's peter. Jesus Christ, yes! I'm fucking your mouth. Ah, I'm fucking my fourteen-year-old niece's mouth!"
He felt his balls swelling and tingling and the juice inside of them swirling and churning. He pulled his prick out of her mouth. He didn't want to shoot his load just yet.
He slid her panties off, turned her over on her hands and knees and got behind her. He lowered his head below her rump and began licking her cunt.
"Oh, ah, umm, ah," Jane cooed in delight as her uncle licked her. His tongue was so thick and wet and he flicked and swirled and rubbed it all over her yoni.
He slid his hands up to her breasts and rubbed and kneaded them as he dug his tongue into her quim and began tongue-fucking her.
"Oh, unh, ah, oh Uncle Dick," Jane gasped with pleasure and moved her pelvis around in little circles and twirled her pussy.
Her uncle moved up on her back, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch upon her rump. He pushed his dick forward against her quiff.
She squirmed and whimpered.
"Ah, don't worry, honey," he rasped. "I'm going to buy another box of cookies from you. Ah, I'll buy two boxes from you, honey." He strained forward, pushing his cock into her yoni. "Oh yes! Goddamn, I'll buy three boxes from you!" he huffed and panted as he stuffed his fat prick in her tight quim.
"Unh, ah, oh baby, you've got the tightest pussy I've ever fucked!"
She gasped and bucked and writhed as her uncle screwed her. He huffed and puffed and hunched as he fucked his pretty fourteen-year-old niece.
His balls throbbed and ached; cum churned in them. He slid his peter out of her cunt.
"Oh, Uncle Dick, don't," she moaned in disappointment. "Don't take it out. Stick it back in."
"Unh unh, honey," he gasped and wheezed. "I was just about to cum in your pussy, and I can't do that. Can't take the chance of getting you pregnant."
He lowered his head to her rear end and began kissing and licking it. "Ah, such a sweet soft smooth ass you have," he said. He slid his tongue between her buttcheeks and began licking, swiping and rubbing her rumpcrack.
"Oh, ah, oh Uncle Dick," she breathed out huskily and began rotating her rear end.
He moved a hand up to one of her breasts and rubbed and squeezed it as he slid his middle finger into her quiff and dug his tongue into her asshole and began sliding it back and forth.
"Oh god, unh, ah!" she panted and hunched as he tongue-fucked her ass, rubbed and squeezed her titties and finger-fucked her cunt.
His fat dick throbbed and ached; the sperm swirled in his puffy balls. He moved up onto his niece's back, wrapped his arms around her tummy and pressed his hard cock between her assmounds. He grunted and strained and pushed the knob of his peter upon her rumphole.
Jane gasped and winced and jerked away. Her uncle pulled her back and pushed harder against her asshole. "Oh honey, let me frig you," he wheezed. "I'll buy more cookies from you--I'll buy four boxes, five--goddamn, I'll buy a half-dozen boxes from you!"
"You will? Six boxes--a half-dozen?" Jane breathed out raggedly.
"Yes, a half-dozen," he panted and pushed his hard prick forward, into her rumphole. "Jesus Christ, yes!" he cried as he dug his dick in her ass.
"Oh god, unh, ooh, unh," she gasped as her uncle's cock jammed up her channel.
"Ah yes!" he panted with lust as he screwed his fourteen-year-old niece's rump. "Up your ass, honey, up your sweet virgin ass! Buggerfucking you, frigging your virgin ass, you hot tight sweet-fucking girl scout!"
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On the final day of the cookie sale, Jane still had a dozen boxes. But Uncle Dick helped her out. He bought all the boxes of cookies she had left. "I've got enough cookies to do me a whole year," he said. "At least until your next cookie sale."
~ ~ ~
He fucked his lovely young niece, pumping his fat prick in her tight cunt. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and hunched her pussy up to meet his thrusts.
"Jesus Christ, it feels so fucking good!" she gasped. "Fuck, Uncle Dick, fuck! Fuck your niece--Goddamn, pump your cock in your niece's cunt!"
~ ~ ~
Needless to say, Jane won the cookie sale and the computer...thanks to Uncle Dick.
The End
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Trucker’s Broadcast, by Fyre
I met this woman, Sidney, last Fall. She moved into my life with an urgency that was a little frightening at first, but as we eased into the relationship, I grew more and more attached to the idea of keeping her around. She moved into my apartment a week after we started seeing each other. She’s the first woman I’ve ever met who’s as enthusiastic about sex as I am. Every time we were together, one of us thought of some buck wild thing to do, and more and more, I realized she was right for my life.
"Hey," I asked, a couple months after we met, "why don’t you marry me?"
"Love to," Sidney said, "but I don’t want to be a trucker’s widow."
I’d started driving over the road around the time we met. She encouraged me because the money was good and there was plenty of work, but neither of us liked the fact that I was away for weeks at a time. While I was on the road, the cell phone bill was out of control. Sid tried for a promotion at her job then got furious when she realized how dead end her job had become. I felt frustrated because I couldn’t be home to lend more support as she went through a tough transition of realizing she wouldn’t get the position because she was a woman. She worked in a family-owned business where the good ole boys’ club was alive and well. She realized she was at the point where it was fight or flight from the company.
"You want to be with me, right?"
"Of course."
"Then go to truck school. You can drive truck with me."
"Me?" She was five foot four, with dark hair and eyes, and frankly had never thought about driving as a part of any job, let alone pursuing professional driving as a living.
"Tell you what. You have some time coming from work. Take a couple days and I’ll take you out on the road with me to see how you like it. There’s lots of women drivers. You’ll see."
"I’ll think about it." Sidney said. Her brain was going fifty miles a minute. She was good about considering new ideas.
The next time I pulled my rig home, she made the arrangements and had her suitcase packed. We had some crazy sex at home, slept a bit, then in the afternoon, she moved her things into my truck. It was crowded, but we squeezed her in. I had a bed, a refrigerator, a small VCR/television. Now I had a potential co-driver. Things were looking up.
I was on a load where I needed to pull 43,000 lbs. across seven states. I’d started with plenty of hours to do it, but stopping at home to sleep, and the extra time for send-you-through-the-roof fucking had put me a little behind schedule. I did a quick walk around the truck and settled in, ready to drive 600 miles before parking for the night. Sid sat in the jump seat (trucker name for the passenger seat), kept the conversation lively, changed the music, and eventually looked like she wanted to chill out.
"You can go back to the sleeper berth," I told her. It was late, but I still had a hundred miles to drive.
"Okay," she said. I could tell she was still cranked up from the hours of fucking we’d done earlier. She was in that peaceful, but thrilled state she got to. "How many hours you got left?" she asked.
"Maybe two."
"Okay, I’ll go lie down, but I don’t think I’m going to go to sleep." She kissed me on the cheek.
Okay! I thought. She was up to something. She shuffled through my video collection and popped a tape into the VCR.
"I’m gonna watch one of your movies while you finish."
"What you gonna watch?" I started to ask, but I didn’t need the answer. I could tell as soon as the tape got rolling. She had one of my sex videos. It quickly elapsed into a scene where two women were sucking each other’s tits and pussies. Sidney stripped down to her black bra and thong and laid over the covers on the twin-sized mattress. She pressed the remote control so the gasps and sighs from the girls in the movies took over the truck.
"You like this part?" I called over the roar of the engine.
"Yes I do," she called. "I’d love to have one of these beautiful girls sucking on my tit right now." She giggled. "Especially since you’re all busy driving."
I kept looking at the road, but every time I turned my head to check my driver’s side mirror, I could see glimpses of tongue and pussy going at it in the video.
"Don’t mind me," Sidney called playfully from the back, "but I’m going to start jamming on my pussy while I watch this."
I liked to jack off while I watched the movies, but I’d had no idea that Sidney would like watching them, nor that she’d want to jack off while she watched. I kept listening to the sounds of women stroking, the actresses’ voices telling the camera man what hot, horny sluts they both were. I drove, the thought of my Sidney back there stroking her own shaved pussy and I could easily imagine the catch of her voice as she started to play on all her special spots, the look in her eyes as she rubbed her clit over and over. She liked to spread her legs real wide while she played, and I loved watching her! I glanced back over my shoulder. Sure enough, she had her legs wide open and I could see her hand stroke, stroke, stroking it along with the gals on the movie. My dick was getting harder and harder. I had to adjust my jeans to get it to slide down by my leg.
"You want some of this?" she asked.
"Of course I want some of that," I said, "but somebody’s got to drive this truck."
"Of course I want you to drive the truck," she quipped back, "but somebody’s got to take care of this pussy."
This was torture. I glanced back at her all spread out on the bed. She pulled a vibrator out of her bag. It was shaped like a big black dick. I got it for her when I first headed out on the road and told her not to get too used to it. I had my own big cock that I liked sinking into her slick pussy. I shifted the mirror on my visor to try to see if I could line her up. We were on a hilly, quiet part of Interstate 5 where the speed limit was only 55 and the road was relatively straight.
Sid saw I was watching, and she started hamming it up. She grabbed a plastic bottle out of her suitcase and squeezed lubricant all over the dildo. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and started sliding that thick vibrator in and out of her body. She gasped and sighed. I watched her, then my dick thickened some more and I unzipped my pants to move things around. My cock burst out of the confinement and curled up towards my belly.
"Whatcha doin’?" she asked coyly, knowing perfectly well what she was doing to me.
"I’m trying to give myself a little room up here. Not all of us have enough space to spread our legs out all wide like that."
"Like this?" She stood up, naked, and stepped to the front of the truck. She sat down in the jump seat again, and sprawled out, the plastic dick easing in and out of her body. She threw one of her feet up over the dashboard and the left foot back on the bed behind my seat. She spread her pussy wide open and started buzzing at her clit with the vibrator. The volume was down a bit on the television, but I could hear that the movie had gotten to the part where a black stud with twelve solid inches had come to rescue the pair of women in need of a good fuck. Sidney turned her head to watch the scene. He had both girls lying face down, one girl on top of the other, both asses in his face. He would plunge into one girl, then the other, smashing his meat into each hole until each girl’s sighs accelerated, then he would pull out and slide into the other woman’s cunt.
"Oh I really like this part," she teased. "You know where I could find a nice hung boy like him to take care of this little ole pussy?"
"Yah, I’ve got one right here."
"I see that," she said, rubbing hard on her clit which poked out from the folds of her slick vulva like a pencil eraser. She rubbed it very deliberately, watching my face. "But you’re driving. I can’t let you get too distracted from the road."
Shit. I was driving, and I was distracted, but I was still keeping it on the road. "Damn it, Woman, I can drive this truck. Come suck my cock."
Sidney giggled. She loved to give head, and I knew she would eventually, but she wanted to have her fun. "Maybe I will and maybe I won’t."
I looked in my side mirror. "There’s a Peterbilt about to pass me. You gonna cover yourself up?"
"Nope." She sat on the edge of the seat, the glow from the television lighting up the cab. She watched the dildo sink in and out of her body. She wasn’t really getting off on what she was doing with the dildo, but I could tell she was getting off on what she was doing to me. As the truck passed, she waved at the driver. I couldn’t tell if he noticed that she was naked or not. Hell, how could he not? Her tits were all over the place, and her hands were all over her pussy.
"Geez, Woman. What are you trying to do? Get me arrested?
"Like he would ever turn this in. He’s in there wishing he had some hot chick in the cab of his truck stroking on her pussy. Give me a break."
She had a point.
"What do you think I can do with that gear shift?" She stood up and sidled up to the gear shift and situated the vibrating head of it right up against her clitoris.
I was climbing a hill. "Hey watch out, now," I told her, "I might need to downshift. My load’s pretty heavy."
"I’ll bet you’ve got a nice heavy load," she said, giggling, grinding her pussy even harder against the triangular knob on the gearshift. I laughed. That’s one way to grind the gears! I moved my hand between her thighs and shifted to neutral, revved the engine and put it into ninth.
"Hey," she said, "I got something going here. Don’t you dare shift."
"I can take care of that. Bend forward."
She leaned down on the dash board, legs parted and I had the sweet view of her wet slit, her swollen clit, and some pussy that never seemed to get enough strokin’. I kept my foot on the throttle, pressed flat to the floor, not wanting to lose momentum and having to break my concentration to shift into eighth. I kept my hand busy, working the knuckles hard against her soft crevices. She started moaning, backing against my hand.
I started stroking her soft folds of her labia with the backs of my knuckles. She was charged up by now, and she squatted and raked her clit up and down with short, swift strokes. Every woman has her own sounds, and she panted and sighed in soft, quick bursts. Oh this woman was something else!
My truck was slowing down, but I was catching up to that Peterbilt. He was chugging up the hill even slower than I was. He was hauling a crane, so his load was probably over the legal weight. I edged into the left lane so that I wouldn’t get bogged down behind him. I had to stop diddling Sidney a second to downshift.
Sid picked up the dildo and started fucking herself with it. She was standing on the floor by the gearshift and leaning over the jump seat, her face down and her ass up. I was getting a perfect view of the action. My truck was almost nose to nose with the Peterbilt. He looked over to give me the friendly wave that drivers give to each other when they pass, and his eyes just about bugged out of his head. There I was, driving uphill, my girl fucking with a dildo, her ass up in the air, and she was really into it.
The Peterbilt driver motioned to his CB radio. I cranked up the volume, and pushed the lever on the microphone. Sidney wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing, and I didn’t know if I wanted her to know. I was broadcasting her fuck noises all over the airwaves. While I had the microphone clicked, the other drivers couldn’t talk over me and interrupt her session, but they could all hear what she was doing. The Peterbilt flashed me into the right lane in front of him and I knew he was glued to his speakers, listening to her cries. She kept jamming the dildo in and out.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh baby! Fuck me fuck me FUCK me!" She sounded way hotter than the girls in the movie she’d been watching. Even that was making plenty of noise in the background. One of those girls was hollering, "Give me that huge dick. Give it to me now!"
I heard an enthusiastic listener honk his airhorn from the oncoming traffic. I don’t think Sidney noticed. She was self-absorbed, bouncing and bobbing against the dildo. My own dick sprang out with a mind of its own. Oh, I wanted to jack off! I could feel the blood pounding into the head. It didn’t care that we’d had quite a strenuous session earlier in the day.
The girl in the movie was winding up to cum. Her sounds were merging with Sid’s. "Go Baby, Go," the second woman in the movie was urging, as the black stud fucked her balls deep. Her voice was climbing in octaves as he kept drilling away. It sounded fabulous. Then Sid was going to cum. Her moans were getting more primal and louder. She aimed the dildo so it would be sure to hit against her G-spot. She was really pounding it home. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn, Oh MY GOD!" Sidney screamed. Her cunt muscles clenched on the dildo and ultimately pushed it out. It clattered on the floor near the gear shift.
I turned off the microphone and clipped it back before she noticed that I was using the CB.
"Driver, whatcha got going on in there?" The CB radio squawked.
"Was that what I think it was? OOOOOooooo-eeee! Someone’s having a little fun!" said a second listener in a Southern accent.
Sidney froze. "What was that?" She moved to sit in the jump seat.
"A couple other drivers. Looks like you got yourself a fan club. These trucks have been passing me and getting an eyeful."
That, and I blasted your fuck sounds all over the air wave. But that was going to be my little secret.
I was over the crest of the mountain and now was braking to keep from flying down the other side. I had to put my hands on the wheel, because there were some turns coming up. The Peterbilt gained speed and scooted into the lane to pass. He pulled up alongside my truck and tipped his hat.
Sidney waved, looking a little fishy. He was getting a nice shot of her perky little boobs. She didn’t have a clue why everyone was so interested.
"Ooh!" she said, after he passed, "look at you. Somebody’d better take care of that." She knelt beside my seat and bent down over my throbbing organ. She started sucking the head and massaging my balls. I adjusted the seat height and the steering wheel so she would have enough room for her head.
I had truck drivers slowing down to gawk at her blowing me inside my cab.
I was thinking she might be just right for this career.
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 "Yea, Saturday-6:30." I hang up the phone and chuckle slightly. "And the last one makes five."
So It's been a while since I've spoken to any of these girls...but they're all my exes. In chronological order--Jasmine, Christi, Tanea, Kelly B, and Kelly L. All of them, except Tanea broke up with me. Jasmine was my first love, and she broke up with me after a little more than three months...and she did it on New Year's EVE! It hit hard, and I couldn't get over her for a while. But I got over her, founr Christi and she and I dated for thirteen days, and she broke up with me because she was "being suffocated." It's some bullshit...All her friends and I agree that she's just an idiot who aims too damn high...she likes those pretty boys, t
I invited Christi over at six, Tanea over at six ten, Jasmine and Kelly L at six twenty, and Kelly B at six thirty. I have a plan tonight...and I intend to have fun. The doorbell rings...I look at my watch...it's Christi. She says "Hi", and I invite her in.
"How come all your shit's gone?"
"Oh, my mom moved out, and I moved in with my sister downtown."
"Oh thats---" She halts her breath as I turn her and kiss her. She does not resist, in fact she kisses me back with passion. As I pull away, she looks at me and smiles. "What was that for, baby?"
"That was to initiate some fun. Take off your clothes." I know I don't have time to fuck around with her, so I just get down to it. She looks at me strangely, defiant at my words. But, as I suspected, she complies.
"You know I've wanted you, ever since I broke up with you...and I was stupid to deny you all those kisses you so politely asked for. I thought I'd lost my chance with you when you stopped calling me." She takes off her clothes, and stands naked before me. She's about 5'1" and has a pretty cute face. Her body is not perfect, she's a bit chubby, small tits, but thats what always kinda did it for me with her. That and her complete slutty attitude.
"Suck my dick. You always boast about how you're so good at it, now's your chance to prove it." I sit down and pull out my 8 inches of cock...and like a trained puppy she gets in front of me, and drops to he knees. She kisses it gently first, but then engulfs it like the slut she is. She bobs her head up and down for a few minutes, when the doorbell rings. "Perfect." She takes her head away from my meat, and looks at me curiously. "Just another guest, sweetie. Relax."
"I'll get dres--" She stops in mid-sentence when I give her a look and wink at her.
"Just. Relax." I smile at her and move to open the door. she sits back on her legs, ready to pop up for another taste of my dick, as I open the door. "Hey, Tanea. Come in." Tanea walks in--she's not usually cute--often wearing clothes that she shouldnt be, and smokin--but sometimes, like today, she looks damn cute.
"What the fuck?!" She turns around to me, for an explanation, but only meets my lips. I give her a kiss, and she returns it, after the initial shock. As I pull away, she smiles at me, almost knowing my intent. "Up for some fun tonight, huh?"
"Strip down, you little slut." I say it with a smile, because I know she knows she's a slut. She takes off her clothes rather quickly, and exposes her body to both me and Christi. She's not much of a find, either, though she does look a little better since the last time I saw her wearing something revealing. She's pretty much in Christi's class, except for about three times as big tits. I walk over and grab them. "Always did want to play around with these." After a few seconds of massaging her tits, I let go, and sit back down. She takes a seat next to Christi, and looks at me. "Let's see you two little sluts kiss. No-no...not kiss--make out."
They look at me, and then at eachother, and simply start going at it. Christi takes charge in the situation, since she's an agressive kisser, and starts leaning on top of Tanea, and she starts massaging her tits. I move down, after she's fully on top of her, and start fingering Tanea.
"You got wet real quick, didn't you, slut?" After a few minutes of this, I get back on the chair, and say "Now you both suck my dick. Christi, lick and caress my sack, and Tanea--you get the head." Being that they're both cock-lovers, they don't even wait for me to finish the sentence, they're already hard at work. Christi moves into position by laying under me and leaning up, and Tanea straddles her and starts sucking me off.
About two minutes later...the doorbell rings and I smile wide. "Now, yes-NOW, it's gonna get fun."
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The summer of '98 was a very special summer. I was 14 years old and I spent two weeks on my grandma's farm. My grandpa had died in 1989 and my granny was living alone on the farm. She was 64 years old but she still kept the farm by herself.
On the third day I realized that there's nothing more boring than farm-life and I decided to ask granny what she does about boredom out here.
"Don't you sometimes feel lonely out here?" I asked.
"I often feel lonely but I still have my animals to provide me with company."
"But you can't talk to them or go out with them and what do yo "Horny?" "Yes, I mean....do women of your age still think about sex or are the days of sexual interests gone for you?" "My lust is still an important part of my life. The only difference to other women is that I haven't fucked any man in the past 10 years." "What do you mean by 'any man'?" "Look, if you're stuck to a farm every day of the year you start to think about other ways of sexual satisfaction." "Like what?" I asked. "Like trying what your pets can do for you." "Your PETS?!?" "Yes........Come on, I'll show you what I mean." I was really upset but I followed granny without any further arguing. She led me out of the farm house, pass the chicken's enclosure and right down to the horse stable. We entered and granny led me to the biggest stallion on the farm. "This is Caesar, my favorite lover," she said. "Your favorite lover..?!?.." I asked, unbelieving what I just heard. "Yes. Now, do you want to see what I do about my horniness when I'm really horny?" "Of course, but......" She unbuttoned her blue cotton blouse and stepped right in front of me. She pulled up her skirt and I noticed that she didn't wear a slip. Her pussy lips were huge and had a lot of wrinkles but since I never before had licked any pussy, to me her pussy lips were perfect. Granny took my hand and gently guided it to her cunt. She rubbed my thumb up and down her wet slit and let my middle finger penetrate her dripping cunt. I was kind of anxious but let it all just happen. She got so very wet that her cunt juice dripped down onto the floor and she asked:" Do you really want to waste all of my cunt juice like this? I think there's a better use for it." I leaned forward and started to lick up the drops flowing out of her pussy but suddenly I remembered that she said that Caesar was her favorite lover. "Show me what you do with Caesar when you're alone and horny:" "Well, then....come here." She took my hand and led me to Caesar's box. She started to softly stroke Caesar's butt and balls and Caesar showed reaction. His cock grew to the size of about 3 feet and granny said:" Can you imagine what I do when I'm lonely by now?" "I think I know, but this is sick, don't you think?" "No. I don't think. Because if you're lonely, Caesar's cock is always there to please you. I'll show you.....give me your hand." She took my hand and slowly ran it up and down the shaft of this monstrous cock. I first bristled because it felt so awfully wrong to play with a horses cock but I liked it and I wanted to know how far this would go. "Take it in your mouth, dear," granny advised me. "Doesn't this taste quite awful?" "No honey, it tastes great, "she said "just try it." I first hesitated but after a few seconds I started to softly tip on the head of Caesar's cock with my tongue. Grandma was right, it tasted great. I started to suck on it but couldn't take more then 2" because it was simply too big. "How do you get this into your mouth, grandma?" I asked. "I'll show you," she said. She took the huge cock and slowly rubbed it up and down her dripping slit I could see her cunt juice running down the head of the cock and moisten at least 6". Then she stroked the head with her hand to dispense her juices to completely cover the first inches. She kneeled down and slowly shoved Caesar's massive member deep into her mouth. She started to suck hard and I could see Caesar getting kind of anxious. Grandma pulled out the cock, aimed it to her tits and started to jerk it hard and fast. A few seconds later her tits were covered in the biggest load of cum I have ever seen. Her huge, saggy, wrinkled tits hung out of her blouse and she lifted one up to her mouth and started to lick off the cum. I was kind of excited after watching this but my grandma sucking on a horse cock had made me horny too. "Well, now you know what I do when I get horny out here," granny said "but I guess I'll better go have a shower and change clothes. What'd you say if we meet in the living room in about half an hour and I'll look what I can do for you?" "Great," I said. She left and when she was out I took the limp cock and started to lick up and down the shaft. It still tasted like grandma's pussy. I had half an hour to get back in the house, so I decided to check if Caesar could take one more. I wiped the head of the cock clean with my shirt because I got a feeling that I wouldn't like the taste of horse cum. I spit in my hand and stroked the head until it was moist enough to slide into my mouth more easily. I slowly pushed the cock about 4" into my mouth and started to suck on it and the longer I sucked the better I liked it. It took Caesar a little longer this time but as I felt him starting to move I pulled out the cock and just like granny, started to jerk it very hard. After a few seconds a huge fountain of hot cum shot out of Caesar's monster cock. I aimed it away from me to not mess up all of my clothes. I have gotten really horny about the last 15 minutes and went back to the house for my granny to relieve my pressure. In the living room I turned on the TV and waited for my grandma. When she came down she was wearing nothing but a dark blue bathrobe. She came over and sat down on the couch, right next to me. "So, did you have a little fun with Caesar in the meantime?" she asked. "How do you know that?" "I do not know it. I just asked you. But according to your clear answer I guess I am right, am I?" "Yes, you are right." "So now, you don't think it's sick anymore, do you?" "I still think it's sick but that doesn't mean I don't like it?" "That's okay. I just wanted you to not think bad about me because I'm fucking my horse." "Have you ever actually fucked Caesar?" "I do nearly every time, dear." "But how does this monster cock fit into your pussy?" "You have seen my dripping cunt. I'm so wet, even a bowling pin would fit in. Come on, I'll show you." She undid the belt of her robe and took my hand. She guided it to her pussy and started to caress her clit, using my hand. I was really excited as I touched the hairy old clit on one hand, but on the other hand I couldn't believe that my granny was actually using my hand to massage her clit. She was a little overweighed and her tits heavily sagged meaning that she was the direct opposite to the kind of women boys my age are attracted to, but grandma somehow made me so horny, my dick actually ached in my pants because of the pressure. She smiled at me and released my hand so I could explore her myself. I uncovered her huge, heavy tits and started to fondle them gently. I lowered my head and licked around her nipples. I could feel them grow to the size of an olive and I sucked them deep into my mouth, alternating from left to right. Grandma closed her eyes and moaned quietly. "Uhhhh....this is great, dear........mhhh....yes....suck my nipples, baby.........." Although she was 64 you could still see that she had been an attractive woman 40 years ago and the more intimate this became, the less I cared about her shape. I unbuttoned my pants because my dick meanwhile got so hard, it really started to hurt and spotted a stain of precum on my shorts. I released my granny's tits and kneeled down in front of her to eat her old, incredibly wet pussy. I pulled her ass towards my head and charily ran my tongue from her clit down to her asshole and couldn't believe the great taste. This time it seemed to taste even better than out in the stable. Her clit appeared to be very sensitive. Every time my tongue touched her swollen love spot her whole body shrugged and cunt juice dropped out of her. "Ohhh yeah.......suck my hot whole......yes......uhhhhhhh......suck it baby...mhhhhh....." I started to suck on her clit and waves of lust shook her body. As she came, squirts of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it all down with the greatest of pleasure. She moved her butt, rubbing her soft pussy lips against my mouth telling me that she wanted more. She raised her knees to her tits and gave me a great view of her asshole. "Let's try something different, honey. I really love getting my ass eaten but I never felt a boy's tongue caressing my asshole. Getting my ass licked gives me an even more intense orgasm than getting my pussy eaten. "Well, I never tried it but I'd love to." I inserted three fingers into her wet cunt and moistened her ass with her cunt juice. I started to shove my tongue deep inside her asshole. I squeezed her soft, saggy butt with both hands and she rubbed her clit while I was eating her. "I can't take it anymore," I said "I'm about to cum right now..." "Come up here. I'll help you." I kneeled down on the couch, next to her and she instantly started to suck on my dick. I squeezed her saggy, old tits and that simply gave me the rest. I shot a big load of cum right into granny's mouth. She seemed to love it. She swallowed it all and greedily sucked my cock clean. I sank down on the couch, breathing heavily. "Is this your first time to get your cock sucked?" granny asked. "Actually this is my first time for all the things we did." "So you are a virgin." "I am." "Well, so I guess we're not done by now." She lowered her head to suck my prick hard again. It didn't need more than some flicks of her tongue to make me ready again. She released my cock and laid down on the floor. She parted her legs and spread her pussy lips. I leaned over her and shoved my dick into her warm, soft, dripping cunt. I fucked her with long, hard strokes and she groaned very loud. She reached back and stimulated her asshole with her fingers. When she was ready to cum again she squeezed my balls and sort of pressed my cum out of them. As I filled her cunt with my juice I could feel her cum squirt onto the head of my dick. I laid down on her and kissed her. "I'm so happy that I'm not a virgin any longer, "I said. "And I thank you for the most incredible orgasms of my life." "It really was so good?" "It was better than good. You really drove my crazy, honey." "I love you grandma." "I love you too, honey." We had some more kinky experiences during the next week and I since then I always appreciated holidays on granny's farm. The End
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My Best Friend’s Mom
One of my best friends from school had gone off to FL to play hockey in college. While there, she began using drugs and got arrested. I would stop by and see her parents from time to time, but when her mom called and said she had gotten arrested, I went right over. I had plans on playing college hockey at Ohio State but injured my knee, so I went to a local college. I also continued to weight train so I could stay in good shape.
When I arrived at my friend’s parents’ house, her mom was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a beer and I could tell she had been crying. I gave her a hug and asked her what happened. She gave me a beer and told me the story. While she w Now, she is not a beauty queen, but she is attractive and has a nice body. She has great tits!!! She is the type of woman who has great sex appeal. There is something about her that you can’t put your finger on that makes you want to shag her. I remember having fantasies about her seducing me in high school and masturbating many nights after being at their and seeing her. She actually walked in the bathroom one time when was I masturbating at her houseâ€â€she had been laying out and I could not help myself. I was so embarrassed when she walked in and caught me. I had lubed my cock with Vaseline and was stroking it like a madman. I had just started to come, and when I opened my eyes, she was standing there. I did not know what to say. She smiled and said, “Looks like you are having fun!†I turned red! She said, “Don’t be embarrassedâ€â€we all do it!†Then she walked out. The night of her http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&sa=X&oi=spell&resnum=0&ct=result&cd=1&q=daughter&spell=1"> color="#0000cc">daughter's arrest, she was very worried. I tried to comfort her and we started talking about some of the funny things that had happened over the years. She asked me for another beer; she was pretty drunk. I said there was no more, and she sent me to the basement to get another 12-pack from the fridge. When I came back up, I gave her another beer and she said, “Remember the time I caught you jerking off in my bathroom?†I instantly blushed. She smiled and said, “Don’t be embarrassed. You have a very nice cock. She stood up and walked over to me and said, “You have really put on some muscle this summer. You look great.†I said, “You look really good, too!†She ran her hands over my chest and my cock got hard. I was trying to move so she would not see it, as I was wearing gym shorts and it was very obvious. She asked what I was thinking about when she walked in on me playing with myself. I began to stammer. She said that she had had fantasies that it was about her, and that she had fantasized that we had had sex right in bathroom on the floor. Then she sat on my lap and my stiff cock poked her in the but. She said, “So, was about me.??†I said, “Yes, I have had many fantasies about you.†She began to stroke my cock and I asked about her husband. She said, “He is out of town on business. Don’t worry about him.†Then she leaned over and kissed me. Her hand felt so good on my cock, I could not believe this was happening. She stood up and removed her shirt. Her Nipples where all ready hard. I said, “Are sure you want to do this? Your http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&sa=X&oi=spell&resnum=0&ct=result&cd=1&q=daughter&spell=1"> color="#0000cc">daughter is one of my best friends and you have been drinking. I don’t want to take advantage of you.†She said, “I have wanted to shag you for years!†Her tits popped out and they were beautifulâ€â€48DD with the most perfect nipples. Her nipples are large, almost double the size of a pencil eraser, round and about one and a half inches long. I grabbed her and started playing with her tits, sucking them and biting at her nipples. She moaned and said, “Harder.†I was sucking like I was breast-feeding. I pulled her shorts off to find she was not wearing any panties.and her pussy was shaved. My cock strained against my shorts as she stroked it. She finally freed it and started stroking it. Her hand felt so good I almost came right then. I pushed her back against the table and helped her up on it. She spread her legs wide and guided me into her pussy. I had to have her. I apologized for lack of foreplay but promised to make it up to her. She laughed and said, “This is just like my fantasiesâ€â€you can’t stop yourself, you have to take me.†As I slid my cock in, she let out a deep, throaty moan, which really turned me on. I started with long, slow strokes, letting her feel the entire length of my cock. I told her that her pussy felt good and was really tight and wet. She said, “I have not had sex in nine months.†I was shocked and said, “I will satisfy you tonight.†She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in. I started fucking her hard and fast. She moaned loudly and dug her nails into my back. I pulled out and turned her around so I could see her hot ass. I fucked her doggie-style, as she was bent over the kitchen table. Her tits bounced wildly as I hammered her from behind. Then she started to come! When she was done, she asked me to stop. She dropped to her knees to suck my cock. Her mouth was better than her pussy. She sucked me for a few minutes, then got up and led me to her bedroom. We started in 69 each other. Her pussy was drippingâ€â€the more she sucked the wetter she got. She had another orgasm. She kept sucking my cock. I begged her to stop so I could fuck her some more, but she would not. I shot a huge load in her mouth. She took it all and kept on sucking. I asked her to stop because it was too intense right after coming. She did not stop, but kept on sucking. My cock went limp and she kept on sucking. Then, after about 4 minutes, my cock got stiff again. She stopped sucking it and rolled over on her stomach. She said, “Take what you want! Use me, I am yours!!!†I paused, trying to figure out what that meant, and then guided myself into her tight, wet slit. She moaned and said, “Fuck me hard.†I jackhammered her pussy. I slipped out and when she was helping me back in, I felt her adjust under me. As I slid in, I felt a lot of resistance. I pushed harder and she let out a deep groan as the head of my cock entered her. She panted, “Slow, slow, please go slowly. Be gentle.†I slowly kept pushing, fighting the urge to jam my cock in her. Then I realized she had guided me into">http://www.analsexyes.com/">into her ass. I whispered to her, “Thank you, I love your ass and have dreamed of fucking you in it.†She smiled and grimaced as the full length of my cock entered her ass. Her ass was so tight, I was having trouble getting in. It felt like it was trying to keep my cock out. I told her, “Breathe and bear down,†and she did and my cock went deep in her. She groaned and I asked if she was OK, and she replied, “It hurts but feels good. Just go slow. The only thing I have ever had in my ass is a finger.†I grabbed some lube and slowly pulled out; her ass gripped my cock like it was trying to hold on to it. She asked what I was doing. I said, “You are so tight I need some lube. It will be better for us both. I lubed her tight, pink rosebud and my cock, and reinserted it, this time a bit faster than the first time. She reared up and yelped and begged me to go slow. I said, “Breathe and bear down, trust me.†I fucked her ass slowly with long, deep strokes, listening as she gasped on the in-stroke and moaned deep in her throat. I whispered in her ear that her ass felt so good and tight. It was like heaven. I told her that it was a dream come true to fuck her ass. I started stroking faster and harder. She squealed at first and pulled away. I said, “Relax and enjoy. You have to embrace the feeling and the pain will turn to pleasure.†Fucking her ass was euphoric. I was lost in the sensation. The only sounds were her moans and gasps, which turned to sounds of a woman in deep pleasure. I was getting close to coming and started fucking her harder and harder. I tried to control myself, but the feeling was too intense. She bucked wildly under me. She said, “Fuck me! Come in my ass!†That took me over the edge. I started drilling her virgin ass. She moaned loudly, yelling, “Fuck me, oh please come, please come in my tight ass. I can’t take much more.†Her begging made me come very fast. I came so much it hurt. I collapsed on her and started to apologize for being too rough. She said no, it was good, that she was just new to this, and the more we did it, the more she’d like it. I asked why she let me fuck her ass and she said, “Your ex-girlfriend was over with Rhi, Liz’s girl, and I overheard them talking about how much you like anal sex and how much fun it was.†She had been fingering her ass ever since and fantasizing about me taking her ass. We continued our affair for the next three years. She got divorced, and her http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&sa=X&oi=spell&resnum=0&ct=result&cd=1&q=daughter&spell=1"> color="#0000cc">daughter moved home, which made the affair tougher to hide. She almost caught us several times. Once, she came in just as her mom had taken a load of cum in the mouth from me, but that is another a story for another time.
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I’m going to write this out pretty much the way it happened, but I still don’t know what to do with this memory. (Except to be horrified that I could have done this. And to wonder how bad it got for Bobby and his family.)
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The summer I was sixteen, I worked at a day camp for mentally and physically handicapped children and adults. We had the camp at various parks around Tacoma, and I was an assistant counselor, responsible to help with lunch, monitor kids going to and from the bathroom and participate in group--singing camp songs. I also worked with the kids doing crafts, assisting at baseball and swimming, and then made sure I got the kids safely back to their parents on the bus. I got to know several of the kids really well and at the end of the
Bobby was one of those kids. He had thick black, curly hair and sparkling brown eyes. His favorite song was "The Wheels on the Bus." His favorite color was red. He wore a baseball cap every day. He could hardly color within the lines and he ran in a rolling lope like an adolescent puppy. When we went swimming, he was afraid to put his face under the water. He also developed a crush on one of the other assistant counselors, Carrie. He walked around with picture she colored and gave to him, saying "Carrie’s my gurl. Carrie’s my gurl."
Bobby’s parents called me and asked me to stay with him one evening. His family was terrific! As soon as I came into the house, Bobby came running to me, calling "Dido! Dido!" I was thrilled that he remembered me. My real name's Diane.
I learned that Bobby loved Nascar. I also learned that he was very small for his age. His mother told me he just had his fifteenth birthday! All along, I’d thought he was only about eleven. Mentally, he was quite a bit younger than that. But I wasn’t an expert on special ed. I was just trying to make a little extra money and I was hoping my summer experience would count for something.
I sat with him in front of The Bionic Man and colored in his Matchbox coloring book. He went in his room and brought out that colored page from summer and chanted, "Carrie’s my gurl."
"I know she is. You miss seeing Carrie?"
He nodded with his lip sticking out.
"Dido, potty."
"You have to go potty?"
He nodded.
"Well go ahead."
He ran off. I heard a door slam.
A few minutes later I heard, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Dido, uh oh!"
"Just a minute, Bobby."
I knocked on the door even though it was ajar, and I pushed it open.
He’d made a mess. He must have gotten into his mother’s mascara. When I came into the room, he pointed to a black smear on his leg. "Uh-oh."
"Bobby, you need to take a bath." I turned on the water. "Honey, take off your clothes."
Bobby took his clothes off and stood with his hands covering his penis. He started to giggle.
"I’m not looking." I assured him.
I did notice he was starting to grow hair on his chest and his pubic area. I found a towel and a washcloth for him in a closet. There were several boats and a plastic car in the tub and he settled in and started splashing his hands against the surface of the water.
"Here’s the soap. You make sure you scrub that stuff off your leg." I walked to the toilet and picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper. "I’m going to get your pajamas, Bobby. I’ll be right back."
When I came back into the bathroom, he was looking at me with a funny look on his face. I looked into the tub. His penis was fully engorged, and he was poking at it. It was enormous!
"Oh Bobby, don’t do that. Let’s have a boat race." I sat down by the tub and pushed a red plastic speed boat across the water to him.
He put both hands on his dick and grasped it and forced it forward, looking at it with admiration.
It was something to admire.
At age seventeen, I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks. I hadn’t seen much but little boys when they needed diapers changed, or my ten-year-old brother when he rushed from the shower to grab a towel. I’d had experimental sex one time with a boyfriend, Henry, but that was a year ago, before his family moved to Portland, in the blackness of the back seat of his car. There wasn’t time to study his erection before he came.
I couldn’t help looking at Bobby's dick. The head was full and purple. The shaft was pale, a little redder at the base and along the bottom. It bowed from his lap almost to his belly button. It was beautiful!
I’d started dating my boyfriend when he was fifteen and his dick was way smaller than Bobby’s. I held the plastic speed boat and bumped Bobby in the knee. "Hey!" I said, "Let’s have a race."
Bobby giggled and got a blue speed boat from the soap dish. "Zoom! Zo-o-o-oom!" he shouted and started pushing the boat. I forced myself to not look at him below his shoulders and pretty soon we were both smiling and pushing little boats around the tub. His erection subsided.
Whew!
I handed him the soap and a washcloth. "Let’s get you to bed."
He scrubbed his feet and his bottom. I held his towel open while he finished, and then wrapped him in the towel. He dried off.
"Sippers!" he said.
I went into his room to find his slippers.
A half hour later, I was sitting next to the bed reading his favorite story. Then it was time to turn out the light.
"Kiss-Kiss? Dido. Kiss-Kiss?"
I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "G’night, Honey."
He gave me a kiss back, and it was on the lips.
I turned off the reading lamp, made sure his night light was glowing and closed the bedroom door.
Then I stood with my back against the door and let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.
I got out my homework and started checking my geometry solutions against the answers listed in the back section of the textbook.
About twenty minutes later, I allowed myself to lay on the couch and think about what had happened. For some reason, it had never occurred to me that Bobby would have such a man-sized cock stuck on a body with a five-year-old mind. And it was a monster of a cock. Especially to me, with my whopping repertoire of one conquest.
I closed my eyes and I couldn’t get the image of that throbbing purple head out of my mind. I could imagine the warmth of the water enveloping his body, and see how he thrust it about like a fire hose. I could hear the babyish cry of his "Zoom! Zo-o-om!" echoing in my thought.
God. What a waste.
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It was a couple weeks before Bobby’s family called me again to babysit. In that time, my silly thoughts flew to that image over and over. It haunted my dreams. I dreamed of Bobby at summer, needing help to hold the bat so that he could hit the softball, only when I tried to help him follow through on his swing, we were both holding that glorious cock of his. Then he was holding up his Matchbox coloring book page that I had signed and personalized with a happy face, singing, "Dido’s my gurl! Dido’s my gurl!"
The dreams were strangely erotic and I woke up more than once with a tingle between my legs.
Bobby was in the car when his parents came to get me. "Dido!" he called. "Dido’s my gurl!" he told his father, very excited.
I blushed, and climbed into the car. "I’m your girl now, huh?"
He nodded, a grin from ear to ear.
There were car races on the television when we got to his house and he settled in to watch, shouting with glee when certain cars were in the lead. I listened to his mother’s quick instructions for making dinner and then they left. I sat down to watch the race with Bobby and he grabbed my hand.
How sweet! Oh but how awkward. My head was spinning. I was having these crazy erotic thoughts about little Bobby and his big man-dick. Even though I knew better, did he know better? He was clinging to my hand, announcing that I was his "gurl" and I just sat there next to him and took it in. Since Henry, I hadn’t had anyone announce to the world that I was his "gurl" and even with Henry, it was pretty much a hush, hush, you-don’t-need-to-tell-anyone-that-I-like-you sort of arrangement. I was just a dull seventeen year old with raging hormones, trying to remind myself that even though Bobby was plenty old enough to have a girlfriend, he wasn’t "old" enough to have a girlfriend.
And I kept thinking about that monster in his pants.
I asked him to help me in the kitchen. He showed me where to find the pan and we boiled water and made hotdogs. There was jello salad in the fridge, and a bag of chips on the counter. I ate some carrots, but Bobby wrinkled up his nose and wouldn’t touch them.
It was different between us. Bobby had decided I was his "gurl" and he kept trying to put me in a position where it felt a little too intimate. He wanted to put his arm around me on the couch. I really wasn’t comfortable with that, and I kept changing seats, but he kept scooting next to me. "Dido’s my gurl." He was so happy! I didn’t want to burst his bubble.
And quite honestly, after a year of having no one pay me any mind, it was a little flattering. Even if it was only Bobby.
Then it was time to go to bed. I told him to get a book, and he picked the same one, about the baseball player named Fred, so I read to him while I sat in the chair beside his bed.
About halfway through the book, he started giggling. "Uh-oh!"
"What?"
His eyes were so bright and happy. He pointed.
I looked down.
Uh-oh. There was that monster dick again. Straining against his pajamas. I could see the outline of that beautiful head, just about to burst. He was twitching it with muscles from within, making it flick against his leg.
"Bobby." I couldn’t take my eyes away. "You shouldn’t be doing that. You need to stop."
I forced myself to look at the book and turn the page.
"Dido, look."
I glanced up. He’d pulled his cock out of the top of his pajama pants and it was full and draping in a sweet arc against his belly.
I started reading again. But Bobby wasn’t listening.
I needed to stop pretending. It was Bobby. Bobby didn’t pretend something was going on that wasn’t. In this case, Bobby wasn’t trying to pretend that he didn’t have a log of an erection laying on his leg when he did.
Then I don’t know what came over me. I ached to have Bobby be an ordinary fifteen-year-old with a dick that was throbbing and beckoning for ME. Me, a plain Jane sort of a girl who babysat handicapped children on Saturday nights instead of going on dates. I yearned to have a mature mouth kiss me and muscular arms that draped around me when I sat on the couch. I was so lonely!
I missed Henry and I didn’t understand why I didn’t seem to appeal to anyone else. I had regular-looking brown that fell softly across my shoulders when I took it down and C-cup breasts ready to bust out beneath my buttoned blouse. I had a soft mouth and I didn’t think my breath smelled bad. And I knew that given the right circumstances, my pussy would get sodden and I could learn to fuck like a wild thing.
But this wasn’t the right time. I looked at the HotWheel sheets on his bed. This wasn’t the right place. This definitely was not the right boy.
But he was took my hand. "Kiss-Kiss?" His lips were puckered, rather comically. I smiled and looked away. This was so absurd. It was absolutely ludicrous that I had hormones raging through my loins.
And he did too.
He might be mentally very young, but his cock was bulging and his crotch was sprouting black bristles of pubic hair. It was confusing. And if it was confusing to me to have these feelings coarsing through my veins, how did it feel to him?
Then I did the unforgivable.
"Take your pajamas off." I said quietly. He looked at me kind of funny, but lifted his hips while I slid plaid pajama bottoms down over his butt. His dick brushed my hand when I took hold of the elastic waist band. I was hyper aware of exactly where his dick was and how it was barely brushing against me. I wanted to play with that thing!
I took it in my mouth. "O--oh," he sighed. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. He was fascinated. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was hanging open. "Wow," he said.
This was crazy. What was I doing?
He didn’t talk enough to tell anyone what I was doing. Was I raping him? Probably. I looked at his face. Did he care?
Hell no. He didn’t care. He was smiling and laughing. "Dido!"
I licked his dick, swirling my tongue across the sensitive tip.
He moaned.
I put my hand on the base and directed it into my mouth. I’d never really given anyone a blow job but I had a good idea what was involved. I started stroking my hand up and down the shaft.
I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t take birth control. I didn’t carry a rubber. And to be brutally blunt, I didn’t trust his sperm to be normal and I didn’t want to bring a handicapped child into the world. So a blow job was going to have to do.
"Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." he groaned, matching the pace I was using to bring his dick in and out of my mouth. He put his hands down on my head and followed the motion. "Uhn, uhn, uhn."
Then I stopped for a moment to collect some more spit in my mouth.
"Dido. More." he said. "More." and he motioned towards his throbbing organ.
"Hang on a sec," I said, positioning myself on the bed between his legs. He held his legs rigid on either side of me.
He was totally stiff. His legs. His dick. The veins sticking out as he jutted his neck to watch me.
Was I freaking him out?
"Dido, more." he said, putting his hands into my hair and guiding my lips back to his dick. I took it into my mouth and started building some friction as I rocked my head up and down.
His cock filled my face. I held my mouth as wide open as I could so I wouldn’t rake his sensitive skin against my teeth. It hit me in the back of my mouth. I held the base with my hand so I had some control. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I opened my eyes to assure myself that he had his closed and his head was back on the pillow. I must be doing it right.
Inside my mouth, his full dick twitched and Bobby arched his back. He thrust his hips forward.
My mouth filled with his cum. It tasted like hand lotion. Well, it didn’t taste exactly like hand lotion, but that was my first impression. Definitely a new taste. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t dislike it either. I wiped my mouth.
Bobby writhed on the bed. "Wow!" he said, beaming.
Oh my God. He loved it! He was in total bliss.
I smiled. I loved that I had done that for him. What was his chance at finding a nice girl to blow him again? I was slightly out of breath. I was thrilled for him, and pretty pleased at myself for making him so happy.
"Okay, now. You ready to go to sleep?"
He nodded. "Kiss-kiss?"
I smacked him on the lips. I wanted to kiss him deeper, more intimate, but I had his cum in my mouth and I didn’t want to taste yucky. I wanted to kiss him deeper, but that would have been for me, and he wouldn’t know what to do with that any more than he knew what to do with his blessed hard cock.
I turned out the light and left the room. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. It was weird. It was almost like I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t doing that as myself. I was doing that as some sort of surrogate lover, like someone who was handing out her sex to those more needy. Like someone who wanted peace and love throughout the world.
I smiled at my silliness.
Then I realized the tremendous buzzing that was still between my legs. Surges of blood flowing to my genitals. Even though the blow job was amazing, and I’d loved the feeling of having my face all full of his thick cock, having his smell all in my nose, it hadn’t done much for me. I stepped into the bathroom in the hallway. I pulled my pants down to pee, then afterwards, I marveled at the glisten of extra mucus on the toilet paper. I wanted to masturbate, but that would have to wait till later. His parents would be home before long. I washed my hands and rinsed his taste out of my mouth.
Later, when I was in my own bed, I kicked off my panties and worked my pussy with a small bottle of nail polish. I inserted the bottle inside my vagina and rubbed it in and out, trying to match the pace I’d used sucking his cock. I was so turned on! I pinched my nipples into puckers and traced my fingertips gently up and down on the ridges and valleys of my cunt. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and imagined how Bobby must have felt when he buckled his hips and spurted his cum in my mouth. I thought about that throbbing cock and the way it filled my senses inside of my mouth. The smell. The taste. The feel. It took awhile before I got enough of my hand and the little bottle and I had to be so quiet--my sister was sleeping in the next bed.
The next day it hit me what I had actually done. Did I rape him? Oh God. I took total advantage of that poor boy! He couldn’t help that he got a big boner, but it was me who showed him what he could do with it. I knew better than that. And what had I done? I cranked up those latent sexual hormones. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just go out and ask another girl to put her mouth on his dick.
It was his mother whose job it was to tuck him into those HotWheel sheets at night. What if he grabbed her face and tried to force it down on his rigid cock? Oh dear.
What had I done?
I was so ashamed. Suddenly I felt petrified. I was terrified that his family was going to figure out what I'd done. No, he couldn't really explain it with words, but he could with motions. He may not be able to speak my name, but he could remember me from Summer Camp and he understood that if he kissed my lips, that might make me "his gurl."
But what could I do?
Then I remembered his "Wow!" and the absolute look of satisfaction at the end. He was in awe. Right or wrong, I couldn’t take it back. Right or wrong, he’d loved it. Right or wrong, he was exploring his own sexuality, whatever that was going to mean for him in his life. And I had shown him a damn good time.
Three days later I came home from school and my mother was waiting for me, sitting with a cup of coffee in the kitchen.
"Bobby’s mother called."
My heart was racing. I tried to appear calm. "What’d she want?"
"She was asking questions about you. What kinds of classes you’re taking at school--if you have a boyfriend, that sort of thing."
"Oh."
I studied my mother’s face, trying to read between the lines. Something happened at Bobby’s house. Was Bobby’s mom turning me in for being a child molester?
My mother placed her cup on a square white napkin.
"Is everything okay with Bobby?" I asked.
"Yes, she said Bobby’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with Bobby." Her voice had a lilt at the end of the sentence. There had to be more to the conversation. My mother looked out the window. I could only imagine what Bobby’s mother said.
I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. "Does she want me to call her back? Does she need to talk to me?"
"Yeah. I think she wanted to know if you could babysit Friday." Mom looked at me with a strange little smile.ÂÂ
If there was more going on, I wasn't going to find out from her. I went upstairs, called Bobby's mother, and agreed to babysit. They would pick me up at five.
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I’m in college and I run track. I was working out pretty hard, and my new boyfriend, Doug asked me if I’d take his dog running with me. Doug had a heavy class schedule, and his golden lab wasn’t getting any exercise. So of course, I went by and picked Lex up one day on my regular two mile run. Lex was a real friendly pup. I think Doug said he was two, so he’s in good shape and can run really hard. I had him on one of those extendable leashes and he’d run ahead for awhile, then circle back and lope next to me. It was nice to have someone to run with, so I looked forward to getting him. Doug gave me a key to his place so I could pick up the dog when he wasn’t home.
One day, I wanted to go straight to class after my run, so I took a bag of cl
Doug has an exercise mat next to some weights, so I went in there to do my final stretches. I’m not trying to be gross here, but when I’m crazy horny and I’ve been working out, my pussy gets to smelling pretty hard. This was one of those times. Now, I kind of like the smell, after all it’s my smell and even though I wouldn’t want Doug to go down on me if I smelled that strong, I kinda get off on it, especially since I was just there on my own. Well I was stretching, and my shorts were cutting into me, so I took them off. I do that a lot of times. I wear thong panties, so I didn’t have on much. I just wanted to get my workout over, go masturbate in the bed, shower, and get on with my day. I had the music on, I was doing my final stretches, and Lex came in with his tennis ball, sat on the floor next to me and watched.
Now of course, he probably came in to find me so I could toss his ball a few times, after all, we hadn’t gotten in our full run. He still wanted to play! But I was thinking of my wet pussy, and it gets a little achy, and all I could think about was taking care of it. I felt inside my thong, moved the fabric out of my crotch. I was soaking wet! I just wanted to stick my fingers down there, in there, wherever, and get off. The dog was watching me, and it made me feel funny. "Hey Lex! You need to go sit on the couch for a few minutes. Get!"
He didn’t listen to me. He put his ball down on the floor, sat with his head down on his paws and waited. He whimpered.
"Oh Lexy," I said to him, "I’ll run with you tomorrow. I’ll toss your ball later on. I just gotta take care of something else right now." I was doing some leg lifts on my side, and my panties were cutting right up my crack! Damn! They felt like they were slicing me in half!
Lex was just a dog, and he didn’t know what I was doing, so I decided to go for it. I sat up, rolled my panties down and then I sat down with my legs wide so I could stretch forward. I was almost done. I was stretching forward, my vagina gaping open, and yes! the smell was something else. Thick and sweaty, like I worked hard, and deserved to smell this way! I couldn’t wait to jill my pussy!
Erg! I definitely did not feel like finishing my workout. Then on came my favorite song, and I just wanted to listen to it, and get my groove off. I just laid back on the mat, and closed my eyes for a minute. I put my fingers on my clit and started playing...
Now you probably figured this out before I did, but the next thing I knew, Lex came over to sniff at me. And you know how dogs can be about pussy. He went right to my crotch. His nose brushed against me. It felt cold!
"Ha ha! No, Lexy, no. Be a good dog. Sit!"
I snapped my fingers at him and he sat down, but he was very close to me. He stuck his tongue out and started panting. I could smell his sweet doggy smell. He leaned forward and licked my face.
"Silly dog."
Like I said, I really wanted to masturbate. I kept a toy in Doug’s dresser, under the socks, so I got up off the mat to get it. The dog padded after me into the room. Sure wish Doug was here! I’d be on him like a nympho, fucking his brains out. Knowing him, he’d be trying to study math in between pumps. "Wait up," he’d say, "I have one more algorithm to solve." Maybe it was good he wasn’t here. I didn’t have to feel like I needed to rush. I had about an hour before my class. Doug needed to learn how to enjoy himself a little. He was a worrier.
I got up into the bed and Lex was still sitting there, staring. I started to think about how sweaty I was, and I didn’t really want to wash the sheets, so I decided to go back into the other room with my dildo and lay down on the mat. Lex followed me back into that room and sat down next to his tennis ball.
"OK Lexy, it’s just you and me. Shhh! Don’t tell anyone. You go right ahead and watch me get off..." I threw my legs out pretty much in the same position as before and started fingering my clit. I was so wet! I knew there was a streak of my juices on the exercise mat. "You like watching me play with my pussy...watch this!" I slipped my fingers into my cunny to ease it open a little bit. I wanted to jam that dildo in. I sat up on my elbow a little. I was nice and wet, so I slipped the dildo right in. Damn! That felt so good! I worked it back and forth for awhile, and if anything, the pussy smell got stronger in the room.
The dog cocked his head and watched what I was doing. It felt kind of exciting to have such an enthusiastic audience! He scooted forward and nudged my thigh with his nose. I jammed the dildo in and out of my pussy. I started to whimper and ease into it. It wasn’t going to take me long today! The dog heard my whine, and I guess he got alarmed, so he jumped up. I moved my hand away from my pussy, leaving the dildo planted deep inside, to scratch him between his ears, and I didn’t expect him to be so quick, but he went right for it! I mean it. He stuck his nose right there in my smelly cunny and he tentatively stuck his tongue out for a taste. Eek!
Now I should have screamed and jumped up, but I didn’t. I shot my hand back where it had been, in between his nose and my pussy, and clamped my hand to block my pussy lips. "No, Lexy, no. That wouldn’t be good. I can’t..." Well my hand reeked like my pussy, and so did the mat under my ass, and he just started licking my hand, and licking the mat near my leg. He finished licking the mat, and then he went back to licking my hand, the heavy smell must have been coming through my fingers, and he was trying to get to it.
It had been a long week. I really really wanted to get off, and like a lot of ladies, I could never get enough of having my pussy licked. Who would know? Lex was licking the back of my hand, the end of the dildo, sticking out of my cunt, and then he laid down, his nose staying right where it was, and started licking my ass.
No one would ever know! No one would know. It was just me and the dog. It didn’t take me but a minute more to lower my resolve and move my hand. That dog’s fat tongue was just slurping and lapping all those wet pussy juices up! I opened my legs wider and scootched down, trying to rock my pelvis to make him lick my clit. My pussy was still full of dildo, and it felt amazing to have the steady, energetic lapping on my cunnie. Lex was wonderful! There was something about his fat, rough tongue, and his willingness to get all the juices licked away.
"Oooh! That’s a goood doggy. I like that. Good boy." I reached down and stroked his head. I started to relax into it. Who the hell cared? If the dog didn’t care, and I didn’t care... I pulled the dildo out, and he sniffed at it and immediately licked it. "Lexy, come here!" I slapped at my hungry pussy and pulled my legs open in a split, to distract him away from my toy, and that dog went back to work on my cunt, lapping his huge tongue all the way from my asshole up to my clit. Wonderful!
Lex stood up and kept licking, maybe even more enthusiastic. I shut my eyes and just let him. I really liked the eager way he was lapping me off. I loved that he didnt’ seem to think I needed to shower that hard pussy smell off. He was going to clean it for me!
Lex stopped licking me whimpered a little bit and I turned my head to look. He leaned forward to lick his dick, which was alert, sticking out pink and eager from his hairy shaft. It throbbed. Lex kept whining and looked at me, his tongue out, he was panting a little bit, and there was water coming off his tongue. He stuck his tongue back into my cunny, squirming it into crevices and sticking it as deep as he could into my ass. Oh my God! It felt soo soo good! His dick was twitching, not too far from my head.
He was taking care of me... why not? I guess because I felt like he was doing me a favor, I should do the same for him. I clicked my tongue, "Come here, Lex." I patted the mat. He didn’t know what I wanted. He stood awkwardly, panting, his dick twitching. He looked uncomfortable.
I got up on my elbow and patted the mat. He came over and stood next to me. I reached under him and scratched his belly, just above his throbbing dick. Could I do it? I didn’t really know. I mean it seemed kind of gross to put my mouth on Lex, but he’d just had his mouth all over me, and that didn’t end up feeling so gross at all. Oh, and I still wanted some more! So it would be selfish to just have him lick on me till I got off all the way, leaving a streak of sweat from my "workout" all over the mat.
Lex was really whimpering now. "Oh, Doggy, I know what you want. Just a minute, let me work myself into it." I kept scratching his belly, and he kind of pushed forward, trying to get me to touch his dick. But I wasn’t sure. How could I do that? I lay back on the mat and just looked at his dick. It wasn’t huge or anything. It looked kind of innocent and reddish pink. It was thin, but as long as my dildo.
I wanted to fuck myself with my dildo some more. I reached for it. Lex licked it, and I brought it back to my pussy. He stood with his legs sprawled awkwardly, his dick so hard, he didn’t know what to do with it.
Well hell. I kept fucking myself with the dildo, and he stretched forward and licked my puss, and I just decided to do it. I touched his dick. He stopped licking me. He was acting funny, like he wasn’t sure if I was going to yell at him. "Come here, Doggy. Good boy." I mumbled as I put my face under his belly and started sucking his dick. It had a different smell, but it wasn’t a bad smell, just his smell. Just like my pussy was my smell. I kept jamming that dildo in, and it felt so good! I arched back, pushing it way in, and as horny as I was, I just decided to suck the dog off.
The dog wasn’t going to have any of that. He stepped back away from my head, and honed in between my legs. His dick twitched. He wanted to mount me! I had the dildo in me, so he couldn’t stick it in, but he was whining, kind of helpless, and it made me feel selfish. What could it hurt? Without thinking about it any further, I said, "Just a sec," and removed the dildo. I put my hands under my butt and thrust my pussy right out there in front of him. He climbed on me, his paws standing on my hips, he arched his back, and he started fucking me. It was weird! He was heavy, and his nails were scratchy. His nails cut into me a little when he shifted around, but he was very focused on the job at hand and he thrust very quickly. His doggy dick was narrow, and slipped around in me easily, but he seemed to get longer inside of me. He was standing above me and not having any problem fucking it in real deep, so I pulled my hands out from under my ass, and held his feet firm on me. I tried to protect my skin from his nails by blocking them with my hands. His butt arched up and down like a piston and his tail was flattened, sticking straight down. His dick was in me nice and deep and it felt soo good.
Then I felt something wild! His dick got really fat, I know now it was his knot, and Lex swelled way up and locked it inside of me. I put my right hand down so I could finger my clit. Intense. He pounded in and out a few more times, my clit was so hard, standing straight out, my own sex was all engorged with blood. Inside of me, it felt like a fire hydrant had burst, or maybe like he was pissing inside! I knew that wasn’t what it was, and it actually turned me on to think I’d gotten a dog off! He whimpered, and then he climbed back off me, and his nose went back to my cunt, and he started lapping me off. The thought of him lapping away all those sex juices got me off totally.
"Ooooh! Gaaawwwd!" I started cumming and the contractions washed through me. The dog just stood over me and lapped. Then he sat and leaned down on himself to lick off his own dripping dick, and to clean his balls.
I felt kind of stupid then. I don’t know why. Just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. I went to shower. I glanced at the clock. Shit! I had about ten minutes to get to class!
I was late of course. I did take a minute to rinse off, and I pulled on a skirt I brought and grabbed my sweater. Damn! I forgot to bring extra panties! I certainly wasn’t going to wear that sweaty thong! So I went to class without. I sat there in English 406 with all those stodgy grammar types and conjugated verbs... and right in the middle of class, a girl walked past who was wearing too much perfume. I sneezed. I felt a huge gush, and damn! All that doggy cum came out–soaking the back of my skirt. I resituated myself, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious when I stood up to leave. Oh my god. There was the smell! Lingering. I clamped my legs together and tried to concentrate on the lesson, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was Lex, and how diligently he’d lapped up all my sex juices. Wow! Wouldn’t he love licking up that mess I’d just made...
Thinking thoughts like that wasn’t helping at all! At the end of class, I tied my sweater around my waist and felt... well... squishy. I was sure everyone could smell me! I got up to make a quick exit, but Doug was waiting for me at the classroom door!
I didn’t really feel like talking to him! But I couldn’t exactly blow him off, so I walked out as gracefully as I could (with his dog’s cum rolling down my leg) and got into his car. He wanted me to go over to his place. He’d just gotten an A on a Calculus test and he wanted to celebrate!
Oh God. I so wanted to clean off my pussy, but I didn’t have any way to do it. I pressed my legs together. God, I hoped he couldn’t smell me!
"Did you go running today, Hon?"
"Oh yah. I did. Not my whole route, though. Wasn’t in the mood."
Doug continued making small talk in the car. He was really excited about his A, and he wanted to stop and get fast food.
"Can’t we just go through the drive thru and go home with it?"
"Oooh, Honey," he said, "You’re really horny, huh?"
Well I wasn’t really. At least not for him. I wanted to get somewhere I could wash off! But I wasn’t the kind of gal who usually turned my man down when it came to sex. I wanted him to ask more often! So I smiled and said, "Yah Baby. I can’t wait. Let’s just get something, and go home and fuck."
That pretty much shut him up. We ordered McDonald’s and was home in five minutes. Guess who was waiting at the door?
Doug unlocked the door and Lex came right out, wagging his tail, so happy to see us.
"Hey Lex," Doug said, patting the dog. "Whatcha got in your mouth?"
Oh my God! It was my dildo! I’d forgotten all about it.
"Lex!" The dog sat. Doug took the dildo out of his mouth. It was pretty much chewed up. "How the Hell’d he get that? Didn’t you leave it in the dresser?"
"I thought so." I said, walking inside as fast as I could. Lex was right behind me, and I could see he was trying to sniff at my skirt. "I have to use the bathroom," I mumbled as I walked away. I wanted to laugh so bad.
I went in and started running the water. "I’m going to grab a shower real quick!" I called.
Later, Doug and I did get our groove on, and while we were in the middle of it, Lex went into the bathroom and picked up my skirt. He carried it into the bedroom and put it on the floor beside the bed. Then he walked in a circle around it two times and sat down with the skirt under him. He started licking at the fabric–it seemed so loud. Oh God! I hope Doug didn’t notice. I suddenly became a hell of a lot more interested in fucking Doug, hoping I could get him off, then I could get up and put the skirt in the hamper.
Twenty minutes later, Doug was fast asleep and I got up to get the skirt. Lex stood and followed me out to the other end of the house where the washing machine was. He was sniffing at my crotch.
Oh shit! Lex couldn’t talk, but his behavior toward me felt suddenly very different. What had I done?
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"I’ll take her home." It was Hank. He was speaking to his mom. I was the babysitter and he was going to drive me home. My mouth went dry.
Hank was going to take me home?
Hank’s car smelled like cigarettes. I cracked the window. I didn’t trust him. I needed to breathe.
"You smoke?" He extended the pack.
"No, thanks."
"You know, your not half bad-looking."
I pulled away from him, sitting as close as I could to the car door. Was that supposed to be a compliment? Just get me home, I thought. Just get me home!
I lived about twenty minutes across town. Hank drove a few minutes and stopped at a convenience store. "I have to grab a pack of smokes."
"Okay."
He
But how could I say that? How could I think that? Hank asked me if I wanted to fuck. That didn’t really make him a pervert, did it? Especially when I really did want to fuck and he could probably sense that. So how could I embarrass him in front of a shopkeeper by saying such a crazy allegation? How to explain away the sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. It was probably just guilt anyway. Guilt from feeling like I had molested and ruined a young boy. Oh but a boy with a man-cock who was dying to have me suck it again.
Hank came back to the car and we pulled out of the parking lot.
Then he took a wrong turn.
"Oh. I live that way." I said, trying to convince myself he was just making a mistake.
He kept driving. He was going the wrong way! The car smelled too much like cigarettes. I thought I was going to be sick.
I tried again. "Hank, I live back that other way. On East 76 th ."
He ignored me. He turned and was driving me down a narrow lane that wound back into the blackberry bushes.
"Where are you taking me?"
"I asked you. You want to fuck?"
"I said no."
"That was because you thought my parents were coming home. You didn’t want to get interrupted. But I can see it in you. You want me to throw you back there in the seat and fuck your intellectual brains out." He sneered. "Look at you." He gestured towards my backpack. "You have an algebra book in there, don’t you?"
I didn’t know what that had to do with anything.
"So what are you going to do?" My voice was strained. My hands were clammy. I didn’t want him to hurt me. I wanted to go home!
My old boyfriend never fucked me. The few times we were together, we messed around. We always made love. I looked around. He had me on some back road. I didn’t even know where the hell I was.
Should I jump out of the car and run for it?
Then he stopped the car. "You did it, didn’t you?" he turned to me, real mean.
"What?"
"You fucked Bobby."
"No I didn’t."
"You must have. How do you have an innocent kid go in one day from getting a boner in the tub to trying to force that boner down my mother’s face?"
"No I didn’t."
He pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and straightened it. It was Bobby’s drawing. Of the phallus, and the mouth.
"Then why is it that all he wants to do is to draw stiff cocks and while he does it he says Dido, Dido, Dido. I know you did it."
I swallowed. I could imagine how it looked. "It wasn’t like that."
He laughed. I could smell the beer on his breath. "Oh but it was something like that. How do you fuck a retard?"
I was shocked that he would call his brother retarded. "I didn’t screw him. I didn’t."
He leaned into me and he kissed my mouth, roughly, sticking a stinking tongue into my mouth. "Oh but you wanted it, didn’t you, Bitch."
I started to grab the door handle. Maybe I could run for it.
"Don’t you dare!" He slammed his fist down on my fingers.
I yelped. Hank leaned over me and used his weight to shove me against the vinyl seat. He yanked my legs apart and grabbed my crotch like he was picking up a bowling ball. He was hurting me!
"Okay," I whimpered. "What do you want?"
He leered. "What I want is a piece of that smart ass of yours. I’m going to give you the fucking of your life. And fuck you for messing with my kid brother. Fuck you."
He struggled to pull my pants off me, and when he couldn’t get the buttons opened, he started yanking on the buttons so they gouged into me. My pants were too tight and he was probably going to have to tear them off. Then what? I felt helpless. What the hell should I do? I didn’t want to help him rape me. If I helped him, he could use it against me. But I didn’t want to resist and have him beat the crap out of me either.
What I wanted to do was to negotiate.
Shit. "Okay, Hank," I said, "let’s be reasonable. You don’t want to rape me and have me prosecute. I don’t want you to grope at me and throw me around. What if I just take my clothes off and you stick it in and do your thing....and we call it a night."
"Shut up, you bitch!" He slapped my face.
He was not going to beat the shit out of me! I grabbed the denim and wiggled out of my pants. What an asshole. What a fucking asshole.
Then he pulled down his zipper. "My bro isn’t the only one with a big pecker." He was right. It sprang out. It was just as big and just as purple and just as throbbing. Only this one was attached to a bastard.
He grabbed between my legs. I felt like a chunk of meat. Like an object. "I knew you were slimy wet, you whore," he said, feeling how wet seeing Bobby made my pussy. "You want this thing. I know you do."
I didn’t want his thing right there in the front seat with the handle on the door digging in my back and my butt sticking to the vinyl! But I was too frightened to say anything. If you’re going to do it, asshole, get ‘er done.
I was shaking. He struggled with his own pants, trying to open the zipper enough so it wouldn’t rake against him.
"Shit, shit shit" he said, trying to direct his thing inside my hole. It kept jabbing, but I was pretty small, and he was pretty big, and it wasn’t even lined up.
If I helped him put it in, would it be aiding and abetting a rape?
It was easier to just lie here and go along with it.
He slid in and I was so wet and Oh it felt delicious. I wanted to sigh against him. It had been so long. I wanted to cry out when he thrust it into me and catch his ass in my hands and push him inside me as deep as it would go. But no. He was taking me against my will. I said no. He was trying to punish me for violating Bobby. Or so he said. I had a feeling he’d about fuck anything that’d let him.
And he ground against me, his hard dick reaching deep, deep, deep inside. It clipped against my cervix, and I moaned, it was so sensitive.
"You like that, doncha Bitch?"
I didn’t want to struggle. I didn’t want to like it. I couldn’t help but moan. Oh oh oh, sweet Jesus, that felt so, so good. I was so wet, and he was slipping in and out. He was way bigger than my boyfriend last year. I opened my legs a little wider and shifted so that he wasn’t up against the steering wheel quite so much. Was I sick to help him? Wasn’t this supposed to be awful? How come I wanted to make it easier, to make it feel better?
"Shit." I gasped. "The handle is hitting me right in the small of my back. Fuck, but that feels good right there."
Then I froze. I didn’t mean to say that. He ground away on top of me, grunting. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. My back was jammed against the door. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Okay, okay already. I give." I gasped. "Let’s get comfortable for Christ’s sake."
Hank didn’t need to be told twice. He rolled over the back of the driver’s seat into the back and helped me get over. He pulled his pants all the way off, his dick sprang up and bumped into his belly. I straddled him.
On top of him, it went in deep, real deep, and I started calling out. I couldn’t help it. I arched my back and sank down on him. I pitched back and forth and he started groaning. My old boyfriend had never made sounds like that! Oh he was getting off and I was doing it to him. Oh what a feeling!
He gripped his hands on my ass and forced me down on it. He was rocking my world. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" Every stroke seemed to tweak against a new spot. Amazing. My voice climbed in octaves as he clutched my ass cheeks and ground into the depths of my cunt. I didn’t know it could feel this way.
And the feeling kept growing and building. I thought of last night and the desperate way I’d tried to get at this with the inadequate end of my hair brush! Oh god, this was what women were designed to do! I grabbed his back and gasped. I clutched at him with the muscles at the opening of my pussy and I heard him gasp. "I’m going to cum!" he shouted. "Get off! Get off!" He pushed me to the side and stood with his dick twitching, and he started jacking it. Right in my face.
"What?" I said, annoyed, I could still feel the pulse between my thighs and I reached down to stroke it. He shoved his dick close to my mouth and squirted. Beads of white seemed to be shooting everywhere. I clamped my lips together. Son of a bitch!
"What the hell are you doing?" I’ve been slimed!
"Shit, shit, shit" he said, expelling his jizz. "You have some tight pussy. Oh my god, that’s a tight pussy."
When Hank laughed with the thrill of his orgasm, he sounded tender. Like Bobby. Maybe he wasn’t that much of a bastard. His penis pulsed and he squeezed out the last few drops, like milk coming out of a teat. He handed me Kleenex.
"Why’d you do that on my face??" I said, later, while we were pulling ourselves back together.
"I didn’t figure you were on birth control..."
He was right. I guess I could forgive him.
My pussy was throbbing. I put on my pants and covered it up, but I could feel where he had opened me. I wanted to run downhill, arms outstretched, calling "I’m a woman! I’m a woman! I get it now!"
I smiled, grateful it was dark. I didn’t really want Hank to know he’d pleased me so much. I didn’t want him to know this was all so new to me and I’d really liked it. I got back into the front seat and pulled the seatbelt around me, holding that good feeling close.
"Wanna grab a burger? I don’t know about you, but after that, I’m starving."
I smiled. "Then will you take me home?"
I reached down and took it in my hand. It was big and it sprang against my fingers, but I didn’t want to play with it like I had wanted to play with Bobby’s. Hank wasn’t a nice person. I aimed it towards my vagina. "There." I said. Was that too much help? Why would I help him? What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I fight him, jump out of the car and try hiding in the bushes? Because that’s a fucking blackberry bramble out there, Diane, and if I jumped into that briar, and he jumped out after me, I’d be torn to shreds.I didn’t want that. I didn’t want that at all. But how could I complain? I couldn’t imagine myself standing there, saying "oh but no thank you. This son of yours is a perv. He just spied on me because he thought I was the type to suck his mentally handicapped brother off, then when I didn’t, he wanted to throw me down and do me." Words would not suffice. Nervously, I grabbed my backpack. It was heavy with my math book, but I forgot to do my assignment.Share Story