The dinner was a real bore. My sales manager droned on and on about the "bottom line." Since the company was picking up the tab, I had a few too many cocktails. Luckily, the meeting broke up early, and I headed home.

 

Entering my house, I looked forward to spending some time chatting with Kitten and admiring her tight, petite body. The house was quiet. I checked the kids' rooms to find that they were safely asleep in their beds. However, there was no sign of Kitten.

 

As I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom, I heard faint moans and murmurs. Stepping as lightly as I could, I approached the partly open door. I peered in to see Kitten lying on my king size bed wearing nothing but the dress shirt I had worn to work yesterday. Her tiny body seemed even smaller in my shirt on the huge bed. Her slender legs were spread far apart, her eyes were closed, and her hands were working slowly and methodically on her pussy and clitoris.

 

My cock began to tingle and enlarge as I watched Kitten pleasure herself. Her breath rate increased with the speed of her finger movements. From the way her hips started to undulate, it was obvious she was approaching a climax.

 

"Oh, yes, Mr. Gray," she whispered. "Fuck me just like that." Her mouth opened wide and she emitted a heavy sigh. "Oh, Mr. Gray, make me come," she moaned.

 

My erection was straining the fabric of my pants. I stepped closer to get a full view of her incredible performance. Unfortunately, the floor squeaked as I moved. Before I could retreat from her view, her eyes flew open, and she glared at me with a look of embarrassed horror.

 

"Oh, Mr. Gray," she whimpered, pulling the shirt closed and clamping her legs together. "I'm so sorry! You're home early." She was still panting from her near-orgasmic experience.

 

Suddenly feeling like a Peeping Tom, I was at a loss for words. Realizing that my pants were bulging, I turned sideways hoping that she wouldn’t notice. However, I saw her ogling my crotch.

 

"Please don't tell my parents, Mr. Gray," she pleaded.

 

"I won't, Kitten,” I heard myself stutter. “Um, I'll go down stairs so that you can get dressed."

 

"Mr. Gray, I'm so sorry," she said, tears welling in her eyes.

 

She looked so beautiful and vulnerable. Her smooth skin was a light, glowing pink - most likely because of her waning arousal. I could see the tips of her hardened nipples poking at the thin material of my shirt.

 

"Kitten," I said softly, “you're wearing my shirt."

 

She lowered her eyes momentarily before glancing at me. In the few seconds it took for her to respond, I could see a definite change in her demeanor. "I, um, `cuz I like the way it smells," she said coyly, spreading her legs slightly.

 

My mind was spinning. My cock was swollen. My eyes could do nothing but gaze at the young, virginal beauty lying nearly naked before me.

 

"Mr. Gray, I've...," her voice trailed off and her eyelids fluttered. "I really like you. Sometimes, I dream about, like, being with you, you know?"

 

"I'm old enough to be your father, Kitten. You should be dreaming about boys your own age," I managed to blurt out, trying to act the sensible adult.

 

She tilted her head and looked at me from under her long eyelashes. "They're just boys. I want a man."

 

It felt like it was one hundred degrees in the room. My brain was foggy from alcohol, sexual tension, and the fear that I would ruin my life if I succumbed to her apparent invitation.

 

"Don't you like me, Mr. Gray?" she asked in a whisper. "The boys at school are so fumbly. I know you wouldn't be that way,” she asserted confidently. Suddenly her eyes got big and she blurted excitedly, “And I know you've had a vasectomy. Mrs. Gray told me once when I asked her whether you would have more children."

 

"Kitten, you should get dressed. I'll wait down stairs and then take you..."

 

"Didn't you like what you saw when you came home?" she interrupted, spreading her gorgeous legs apart. She opened the shirt to display her entire body to me. "I'm really wet, Mr. Gray, and I need to come."

 

I was amazed at her forthrightness. I would never have dreamed she would come on to me so blatantly.

 

"Please" Kitten continued "I promise I won't tell. I just really need to come," she bit her lip and looked at me from behind her hair, making herself seem even more vulnerable and young. She opened her lips about an inch and ran her moist tongue between them. I glanced between her legs to peer at her labia. They were swollen and open like the petals of a deep pink flower. They glistened with her natural lubrication; begging for my attention.

 

Out if the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of my trousers. A dark, wet spot had formed where my seminal fluid had soaked through the fabric.

 

My thoughts were racing. Child molesting, loss of job, prison, adultery, divorce, child support: the numerous repercussions of satisfying Kitten's desire kept me from thinking straight. I suddenly recalled that an attorney friend had once told me that the age of consent in our state is sixteen. Although I had known Kitten for a few years, I had no true idea of her age.

 

"How old are you?" I asked.  

 

Kitten spread her legs a bit more, giving me a complete view of her pussy. As a teasing contrast to this, she used her hands to pull down the shirt to cover a tiny bit of the view. "I turned sixteen last week," she said, biting her lower lip. The shirt she was wearing fell open a bit, exposing her young, firm breast and its bright, pink nipple to me. "Won't you help me, Mr. Gray?"

 

I sighed audibly at hearing her admit her age. At least the possibility of criminal prosecution was seemingly eliminated. Blood surged through the vessels in my penis when she pled for my assistance.

 

She was so tiny, so delicate - surely no more than five feet tall and weighing less than one hundred pounds. Her lithe arms seemed to have been perfectly sculpted to meet her angular shoulders. Her lovely neck begged for my lips and tongue.

 

I took a step toward her. My will power was giving in to my lust for this beautiful, young girl. For the first time I caught the sweet scent of her body. I inhaled deeply to savor her essence and could also detect the unmistakable musky smell of her feminine lubrication. No man could create an aphrodisiac as compelling as the steamy aroma of a wet, virgin, cunt awaiting its first use. 

 

But, could I trust her? Would she expect me to be her "boyfriend?" And if she did, would any expression of rejection cause her to reveal what we did to her parents, or worse, to my wife? I knew Kitten was level headed, but the doubt stopped me in my tracks. Was she mature enough to realize that my family life and her future are more important than our immediate carnal desires?

 

"Kitten," I said somewhat forcefully, "if I touch you, you need to know that it is through sexual impulse, not a romantic desire. If you are looking for a suitor, this must stop now. It's surely obvious to you that I want you right now as much as you want me. But, other than that primal need, we could not have a meaningful relationship."  

 

Kitten nodded; eyes large. "Oh yes, I understand, Mr. Gray. I'd never tell anyone. And I know you can't be with my `cuz you have your family and stuff...but...," she let the oversized shirt fall down over her other shoulder, now exposing both her breasts, "you can still help me out...like, just this once can't you?"

 

Her plea was music to my ears. I moved to the bed and sat beside her. She tossed the shirt off her arms and flung them around my neck. Our mouths met in a crushing, passionate kiss. From the way she attempted to shove her tongue down my throat, it was obvious that she had had practice in “making out.” I wondered what other experiences she might have had in her few years on the earth.

 

I withdrew my mouth from hers and trailed my lips over her chin to her neck. Licking my lips, I kissed her throat. I could feel the sweet vibration of her moans as she became more aroused. I glanced at her right breast. Roughly the size of an orange, it was firm and pert. The nipple was taut and distended. I savored that view as I licked her lovely neck, then trailed my tongue across her chest and wrapped my wet lips around her lovely teat. It was rock hard; perfect for sucking and nibbling.

 

As if by instinct, my right hand slid up her inner thigh. When my fingers reached her engorged bud, she emitted a quick gasp.

 

“All you alright, Kitten?” I inquired while I sucked eagerly on her nipple.

 

“Oh, yes,” she panted. “I just never dreamed it would feel that good.” Kitten began to rock her hips in unison with the movements of my fingers. Lowering my hand, I traced my middle finger up and down the open slit that was the entry to the joys of her wonderful body.

 

“Hasn’t anyone ever touched you there before?”

 

“Sorta,” she moaned, suddenly becoming more demure. “But only when I had jeans on.”

 

I felt a burst of machismo. She was indeed a virgin – in the purest sense of the concept. My heart raced at the anticipation of deflowering this little vixen with my hands, mouth, and cock.    

 

I was mesmerized by the feeling of her diminutive body pressed against me. My cock, unfortunately still encased in my pants, rested against the silky, smooth skin of her right thigh. I alternated my mouth back and forth between her sweet nipples. As her moans and soft whimpers grew louder, I slowly slid my finger into her. The sensations of her warmth and tightness were exhilarating. I couldn't wait to taste the essence of her beckoning teen pussy.

 

"Kitten," I whispered with my lips still touching her left nipple, "you’ve never felt a mouth between your legs, have you?"        

 

Kitten had thrown her head back, savoring every movement of my fingers; every wet trace my kissing and sucking left on her breasts and nipples. She forced herself to lift her head and open her eyes. "No." she admitted softly, biting her lower lip, "But I'd like to."

 

I arose to my knees, stripped the tie from around my neck, and shed my shirt as quickly as I could. I peered at her naked body spread on the bed as I released my belt and tugged at the snap and zipper of my pants. In one rush of movement I removed my trousers and boxers; allowing my erection to be proudly exposed to my impending conquest. Kitten stared at my cock for several seconds. Her mouth fell open and her eyes glared in disbelief.

 

“Oh, my God,” she murmured slowly.

 

“You alright?” I asked for the second time.

 

Her gaze left my cock and we made eye contact. “It’s so,” she paused. “It’s…I didn’t think it would be “that” big.”

 

“You haven’t seen a man’s cock before?”

 

“Well, I’ve seen my brother’s. But, it wasn’t, like, big and stiff like yours.”

 

“Have you ever touched one?”

 

She looked away from me momentarily, then focused on my organ again. “I, ah, like rubbed a couple boys’ cocks. But, they had their pants on. I think they liked what I did though.”

 

“How so,” I asked, tossing my remaining clothes to the side.

 

“Cuz they squirmed around and their jeans got wet spots on `em.” She had a mischievous gleam in her eye.

 

“Oh, then I’m sure they liked what you did. You made them come,” I commented, hopeful that I would be feeling her touch in a matter of seconds. “Want to touch mine?”

 

She raised her torso onto her elbows and took a closer look at my package. “Duh?” she commented humorously. “I’ve wanted to see and touch your cock since the first time you took me home after baby-sitting. I kinda dreamed about what it would look and feel like, but I never…”

 

As her statement trailed off, she swung her legs gracefully under her until she was kneeling on the bed in front of me. She reached toward it with her right hand and traced her slim fingers up and down the length of my shaft. As she apparently felt more confident in her movements, she wrapped her tiny, adolescent hand around its girth.

 

“Wow,” she said with awe in her voice, “I can barely close my hand around it.”

 

She slid her hand up and down, softly at first, then began to apply more pressure. It was obvious she had virtually no experience because she was soon gripping me too tightly.

 

“Easy!” I scolded. “Remember, there are no clothes between us.”

 

As she eased her grip, my pleasure increased. She leaned closer to me and used both hands, one over the other. I reveled in the velvety softness of her caress and the comparative size of her body and mine. She leaned her body closer and closer to me, seemingly drawn to my cock. I reached down and ran my hands through the silky strands of her long hair.

 

“You want me to suck it?” She whispered, shifting her gaping eyes toward mine.

 

I nearly came just hearing her question. “I’d love that, Kitten.”

 

She licked her lips. “You’ll, like, hafta tell me if I don’t do it right, Okay?”

 

“Oh, I’m not too worried about that. I think you’ll catch on right away.”

 

I coaxed her head toward me with my hands. She dutifully opened her lovely mouth and lowered it over the head of my cock. The warm sensation was tremendous. As soon had she taken the tip in her mouth, she lifted off me and cleared her throat. Licking her lips again, she tried to plunge further down on me.

 

“That’s sweet, Kitten,” I said softly. “Hold it in your mouth and get used to the feeling.” I was in heaven. “Now, move your tongue around on it.”

 

She started swirling her tongue in circles against the underside of the head of my cock. It was barely in her mouth, but the contorted appearance on her face indicated that her jaws were opened to the limit. After a few seconds, she was miraculously able to lower her succulent lips up and down over the upper half of my shaft.

 

I could feel a tingle behind my scrotum and realized that if I allowed her to continue, I would soon be spurting long before I wanted to. With my hands, I signaled her to disengage. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs again.

 

“Was that okay?” she asked hopefully.

 

“For your first time, that was more than okay,” I responded as I nestled over her between her legs. “Maybe some other time I can let you practice some more,” I suggested. I could feel the heat from her pussy wafting up to my belly.

 

She kissed me again, sliding her hot tongue into my mouth. “It was cool. I could feel your veins and stuff kinda throbbing in my mouth.”

 

“You definitely made me throb, sweetie. Now, you still want to feel my mouth between your legs?”

 

“Oh, yes, Mr. Gray, I still do.”

 

Lowering myself down her little body I took position between her thighs. I thought of teasing her with kisses and nibbles, but decided that time was of the essence. Should one of the kids awaken and walk in on us, it would indeed be difficult to explain what Daddy was doing to the baby-sitter. I got up quickly, went to the door, closed and locked it, and dived back between those sleek, virgin legs.

 

I held her thighs in my hands and lifted them until they were perpendicular to her body. Lowering my face, I started just between her anus and vulva and licked up her sweet slit until I reached the soft wisp of pubic hair above it.

 

“Oh, God,” Kitten squealed.

 

I covered her pussy with my mouth, allowing my upper lip to connect with her clitoris while my tongue probed the entrance to her vagina. It was the sweetest tasting pussy I could remember. Her body tensed and began to tremble. Her breathing became short and raspy.

 

“Oh, God, oh God,” Kitten kept repeating softly, as if it were her cunnilingus-receiving mantra. 

 

From the short probings of my tongue, I could sense how tight and undisturbed her vagina was. Her clitoris, which felt tiny when I first touched it, seemed to have grown twice as large. When she fell silent suddenly, I sensed that she was nearing the edge. I concentrated on her swollen bud, sucking it gently between my lips.

 

For a moment, it appeared she had stopped breathing altogether. Then, she exhaled with a deep, low moan. I had hit pay dirt. She ground her pussy against my mouth as an orgasm swept through her petite body. I glanced up to see her throwing her head back and forth on the pillow; savoring her first non-self-induced climax. The expression on her face was one of celestial pleasure. Knowing I had given her such pleasure, my cock pulsed with growing eagerness to experience the feeling of entering her divine depths.

 

“God!” she cried, louder than I had wanted. I hoped she had not stirred the children. “Oh, God, yes,” she commented again more softly.

 

Wiping my mouth of her juices and my saliva, I slowly slithered up her body until our mouths met again. Her kiss was a combination of passion and gratitude. She sucked my tongue and lavished me with her appreciative lips.

 

“Mr. Gray,” she said after drawing away, “I can’t…I mean, like…that was sooo cool.”

 

“Yes, it was,” I agreed.

 

Suddenly she began to giggle. “Wow!”

 

“Shhh,” I cautioned her, “we don’t want to awaken the little ones.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said again with a giggle in her voice. “It’s just, like, that was the best.”

 

“You flatter me,” I replied. I could feel the wetness of her opening against my stomach as I lay upon her, my weight supported on my elbows. I was dying to get inside her. “You want to feel something that might be even better than “the best?”

 

“You mean…?”

 

“What you were fantasizing about when I walked in on you,” I stated flatly.

 

She looked at me with a worried, blank stare. “You mean, you fucking me?”

 

“Only if you’re sure you want that,” I said, not knowing what I would do with my raging hard on if she declined.

 

It didn’t take long for her to respond. “Yes,” she said and kissed me tenderly. “I want you to fuck me.”

 

I moved deeper between her legs and pressed he head of my cock against the hot wetness of her open pussy lips. With a slight movement of my hips, the head slipped into her tight orifice. Suddenly, a serious thought flashed in my hedonism-soaked mind. Since she is a virgin, there might be the risk of blood.

 

“Just a second,” I said, jumping off the bed.

 

“But,” she protested.

 

As I made my way to my dresser, I calmed her. “Just a little precaution.” I scrounged in a drawer until I found an old pair of sweat pants that my wife had wanted me to discard for months. Returning to the bed, I lifted her light frame and slipped the fabric under her tight little ass.

 

“There,” I said, “now we’re ready to resume.”

 

Once again I placed myself between her gorgeous legs and pressed the head of my cock against her. She was so tight it seemed that it may be impossible to steal her modesty. Lunging forward, I felt the head slide into her deliciously wet and tight sheath.

 

“Oh,” she yelped. “It hurts.”

 

“Let’s take this as slowly as we can,” I reassured her. Holding the inch or so of my cock in her, I caressed her breasts and nibbled on her left nipple. “You let me know when it feels comfortable.”

 

“It’s so big,” she whispered. “I…I don’t know…”

 

I moved out a bit and pressed further into her. Her internal heat was unreal. “How’s that?”

 

“Better”, she whimpered.

 

I lunged forward until nearly half of my organ was buried inside her. At that point, I felt a slight obstruction. Relaxing until her taut vagina nearly pushed me out, I shoved my cock further until the obstruction gave way.

 

“Oh, God,” she reacted violently. “No, no, no,” she pleaded, “it hurts. It’s too big.”

 

Her whole body was tense with apprehension and fear. “Just give it a little time. Relax. Let your body adjust to the sensation.”

 

She was nearly panting. Her breasts heaved with every breath. Small beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. I was afraid that she had made the decision that she could not go through with satisfying her fantasy and my fantastic reality.

 

I stayed completely still, except for the involuntary twitching of my semi-enclosed cock. I continued to stroke her breasts and started nibbling on her neck. The urge to slide all the way inside her body was nearly overpowering.

 

“Here,” I said, “I’ll take it out a little.” I backed out an inch or so. “Now I’ll go back in where I was before. How’s that?”

 

“It still hurts,” she whined.

 

“I’ll do it again. There, out, and back in again. Look down at my cock, Kitten,” I suggested. She complied by arising to her elbows and peering between her legs. “See, I’m fucking you.”

 

“Yes,” she hissed. An expression of marvel began to overtake her pretty face. “Yes, you’re fucking me. God, I can’t believe your big cock is inside me.”

 

I kept moving slowly. With every stroke I entered her a little more. “Has it stopped hurting?”

 

“Yes, it feels much better,” she whispered, still ogling my cock as it glided deeper and deeper with each stroke. “Yes, Mr. Gray, you’re fucking me.”

 

She was so tight I could feel every fold and small ridge of her internal duct. I wasn’t sure if I could remain in control of my urge to come much longer. “Does it feel good, Kitten?”

 

She shifted her gaze to my eyes and reclined on the bed. “Yes,” she panted. “God, yes. It feels good.”

 

Her body relaxed and she spread her legs even farther apart to allow me unfettered admission to her. I began to rotate my hips in small circles, continuing my incursion into her young, virgin pussy. Although I consciously tried not to, I involuntarily quickened my pace until I was pumping in and out of her. Finally, I was all the way in; feeling our pubic mounds meet at the end of each stroke.

 

“Oh, God,” she cried, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Oh, God, you’re fucking me!”

 

“Shhh,” I cautioned again. “Remember the kids.”

 

“”Yes,” she cooed softly. “Oh, oh, oh…”

 

I looked down at her and drank in the delight of the changing expressions on her face. The muscles in her brows were contorted and her mouth was opening wide. It appeared that she was at once interpreting sensations that were unique to her and at the same time trying to cope with a rising sensation of arousal. She wore a mask of pain and pleasure.

 

I continued a steady rhythm sliding in and out of her ever-expanding vagina. I was careful not to lose control and pummel her as hard as I truly wanted. I could feel myself reaching the breaking point and hoped I wouldn’t disappoint her by finishing before she had peaked.

 

“Oh, God, oh, God,” she began to chant again. “Make me come, Mr. Gray,” she pleaded. “Oh, make me come!”

 

Just as I felt the semen begin to pump through my prostate, she let loose. Her narrow hips began rocking up and down and swaying in circles, adding to the immense pleasure of my orgasm.

 

“I’m coming,” she hissed through her teeth, then emitted another low moan of deep satisfaction.

 

We writhed together in the ecstasy of sensual release for a few more seconds before I collapsed onto her sweat covered body. She took my face in her hands and covered it with kisses of gratefulness, which I returned enthusiastically.

 

“Kitten,” I said, drawing a few inches from her face, “that was marvelous.”

 

She opened and closed her eyes slowly. “Oh, yeah,” she cooed. “You were right, that was even better than your mouth.” She giggled, then continued, “I can’t believe it. God…”

 

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearly eleven o’clock. Her parents may be getting concerned and call to see why she was so late. True reality snuck back into my head, and I again felt the pangs of horror at what I had just done.

 

“Kitten, this needs to be our secret. We can’t tell anyone about this,” I said somewhat more sternly than I had intended.

 

“I know. I won’t say anything about it.”

 

“Good,” I congratulated her. “We’d better get cleaned up so I can take you home.”

 

“I know. But, I don’t really want to go. It feels so good with you inside me.”

 

I couldn’t agree with her more. But, I had come back to reality. When I pulled out of her luscious pussy, I noticed a slight trickle of pink fluid had seeped from her and onto the sweat pants. I knew I would need to throw them away once she left.

 

She went to the bathroom to clean up while I straightened the bed and got into my clothes. I suggested she use one of my wife’s panty liners to catch any additional liquid that might leak out of her on the way home. I checked to see if the kids were alright, then we exited the house for the short drive.

 

When we arrived at her parents’ house, she made sure nobody was looking out the windows. She gave me another long kiss and hug while my car sat in the driveway.

 

“Thank you, Mr. Gray,” she whispered. “You know I’ll never forget tonight.”

 

“I won’t either, you can bet on that,” I replied. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I said reaching for my wallet, “your payment for baby-sitting.” I withdrew a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her.

 

“Wow, that seems like a bonus,” she giggled. “Call me if you need me to watch the kids again, okay?”

 

A thought flashed through my mind. “Well, my wife will be gone until the day after tomorrow. I might need you again tomorrow night.”

 

“What Time?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

   

 

      

 

   

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

Michelle was feeling like a horny slut. Sex was the only thing on her mind.

Besides being bi-sexual and getting turned on by seeing all the half-naked nurses doing strip teases, a friend of hers had told her she’d fucked the head manager in his office just before they got to the locker room. She went into very intricate details and it left Michelle wanting some cock (or pussy) of her own.

Michelle worked the top floor. That was where they kept the patients who had mental problems. These weren’t people with serious problems.

They could function, but their thinking was a little off and they could be a little slow at times. They had a tendency to be very forgetful.

Michelle had picked up a platter with their snacks and medicines on it. She was thinking about all the sex she was going to have tonight when she got off work. That’s when the obscene noises coming from the TV caught her attention.

As she was sitting the platter on the table, she turned to look at the TV. There were women on their knees deep sucking some serious cock.

Michelle wasn’t horny anymore. She was confused.

She turned to the men to ask what was going on. Her mouth dropped wide open. Now she was in shock.

The two men were sitting on the couch with their cocks out, hard and throbbing. They were masturbating. They didn’t seem to pay any mind Michelle walking in on them. Their faces showed no emotion or feeling what so ever.

Michelle watched for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts. She didn’t know what to do. This had never happened before.

The nurses had been having a very sexual day up to that point. She knew of one nurse who had already had sex and another who was most likely getting fucked right now.

She knew what she should do. It was as obvious as the two boners sticking up in front of her.

But their faces seemed so emotionless. She wasn’t even sure if they’d know what to do with her if they had the chance.

There was only one way to find out. She turned the TV off so they wouldn’t have anything else to concentrate on other than her.

Steve, the older of the two, the one with the most facial hair, picked up the remote and clicked it back on.

She shook her head at them. They were hopeless.

She took the medicines to the other side of the room and came back. She was going to try turning the TV off again, but then she thought maybe it’d work just as well if she left it on. They had pussy on the mind, so why wouldn’t they notice pussy if it were there in person.

Michelle slowly stepped around to the front of the couch as she unbuttoned her blouse and eyed them seductively. She was a tall black woman with huge natural tits, a plump ass, dark skin, long hair, full lips, and a pussy that was so juicy it looked like water would burst out of it if you gave it the slightest squeeze.

Of course they noticed her ample tits pressed snugly together behind a white bra that contrasted beautifully with her ebony skin as she opened her blouse and started touching them. Of course they noticed her flat belly as she dropped her uniform to the floor. Of course they noticed the sexy way she looked at them as she breathed heavily and grinded her pelvis in small circles in a dance of seduction.

Michelle’s pussy was so hot watching them masturbate. They were rock hard and ready. It seemed like such a waste of good, long cocks.

She could not wait any longer. She dropped to her knees and took hold of Steve’s dick. She put it in her mouth and sucked it with long, slow strokes.

Steve barely showed any emotion, but she could tell it felt good by the way his legs shivered every now and again. Whatever was wrong with his mind, it didn’t effect his cock any.

She started shoving more of it down her throat as she moaned with delight. She went so deep that she could feel his pulsing cock head bumping the back of her throat.

The whole time she could hear the moans of the women in the porno. Her pussy was gushing so much that even she could smell her own scent in the air.

She started looking over to Tom, the younger one with a body like an athlete. His hair was long and darkish blonde. He was really handsome and had a lot of sex appeal.

She wanted him, but she liked the cock that was in her mouth. She didn’t want to let it go. She started rubbing it in her cleavage and stared intensely in Steve’s eyes.

He reached up. He pulled her bra to the sides, revealing more of her supple flesh.

Finally, a reaction, thought Michelle.

He started touching her dark mounds and felt her flesh. He lifted them up and pulled them free. They were so huge and natural and jiggly.

Steve put his cock between them. He pressed them tightly together. He started humping them as Michelle moved her torso up and down joining in with him.

When she was done, she moved over to Tom and started sucking his cock, and she was pleased to see that she had gotten a smile out of Steve. These guys didn’t smile too often.

They both suffered from the same illness, but apparently Tom’s was a lesser case. His face twisted in a passionate grimace as soon as her lips touched his aching cock.

His breathing grew rapid. He grabbed her shoulder and held on tight. The longer she sucked, the better it felt, and after a while, he was digging his nails into her shoulder.

The effects of her blowjob were still fresh on Steve’s mind. He had sat up and was gently stroking his cock with one hand while he caressed Michelle’s ass with the other. Neither of them was paying the porno attention anymore.

Steve stood up. With cock in hand, he walked behind Michelle, knelt, and slipped every inch of hard, white, cock up Michelle’s pussy.

“Ohhh” Michelle moaned.

She paused on her cock sucking. She relished in the feel of finally having some man meat inside her eager snatch.

She squealed from the friction and grunted each time he thrust into her. There was less friction with each stroke. Her juices were coating his cock.

Both men were consumed with passion. Tom had even stood up so he could ram his cock in her mouth harder.

After a while, she made them both pull out so she could lie on her back. Missionary was her favorite position and she came the easiest this way. She lay with her legs wide and high, her tits out, and looking sexy as hell in her laced stockings.

Tom was first. He eased his cock inside of and started pounding her sweet mound. The guys took turns and repeatedly hard fucked Michelle as she moaned in pleasure.

She was having one orgasm after another. She loved the sight of them towering over her with every muscle rippling as they thrust into her, taking turns fucking her like a cheap whore, making her pussy cream and spasm and her tits jiggle and shake.

“I’m gonna cum!” screamed Tom.

Michelle was surprised to hear that. They never said anything, and when they did, it was usually just a word or two. This was the first full sentence she’d ever heard from either of them.

Tom pulled out and started stroking his cock. He was moaning and grunting as ropes of white, sticky juices shot from his cock and soaked her face and tits.

He kept stroking after there was nothing left to shoot. When he caught his breath, he moved out of the way and Steve wasted no time getting back inside her.

Like Tom, he pulled out when he was about to cum. Sticky spunk landed all over Michelle’s tits and belly. Between the two men, they had managed to leave a shiny coat of semen on Michelle’s upper body. It made her look like a finely waxed automobile.

Michelle got off the couch and headed for her clothes. She needed to finish making her rounds.

She was glad to see that Tom and Steve’s mental condition was getting better because of good sex, but when she came back to check on them after she was dressed, they had sat back on the couch. They were still naked, stroking their cocks, and staring blankly at the porno as if they hadn’t just gotten their cocks polished a few seconds ago.

It was weird, but it gave her hope. They were back to normal, but she knew she’d seen emotion and alertness on their faces during sex.

Maybe sex could be used as a cure for such illnesses. It was a long shot, but not entirely impossible. She needed to find a doctor that she could trust and tell him what happened.

After a while, Nancy got used to listening to their hot stories and watching them practice new dance moves in the ladies locker room. She was becoming one of the girls and she even enjoyed listening to their wild sex stories. It seemed like these black women were having the time of their lives and a part of Nancy—who had lived a sheltered lifestyle until now—wanted to experience the wild side firsthand.

She had become such good friends with the black girls over the last few weeks that she had began to talk like them sometimes; she had began to act like them all the time.

It was a little after 4 o’clock. The locker room was cramped. The women who worked first shift were getting ready to go home; the women who worked second shift were getting ready to start work.

Everyone was feeling extra frisky this fine evening, so the ladies decided to teach Nancy a few of their stripper moves. Since they were in a hospital and couldn’t play the radio very loud, they gave Nancy a walkman to listen to as they tried their best to teach her the one thing that every stripper needed to know above everything else—how to move her ass.

They all agreed that Nancy was a sexy white woman and she had a nice body. The problem was that she shook her ass like a white girl. She was too stiff, she needed more motion in her hips, and she smiled too much, which took away from her sex appeal.

One of the other girls tried to give her a demonstration. She stripped down to her skimpy underwear and started prancing about while she talked shit and flaunted her body.

Man, oh man, was that chick sexy, thought Nancy.

All the girls in this division looked so good. Nancy liked their skin colors the most. Nancy had always thought black people had the prettiest skin. It was no wonder white people were always on the beach trying to darken up.

A few seconds later, the girls had told Nancy to take everything off except her underwear. She needed to be in “uniform” to get her attitude right. The lessons started again, but Nancy still wasn’t feeling it.

“Can I listen to my walkman so I can have some music?” she asked.

They handed it to her. They told her to bend over the toilet and the lessons were on again.

“Where the hell are all the nurses?” Sean, the Assistant General Manager, said to himself. It was almost 4:15 PM and he hadn’t seen anyone from second shift.

He got a little more of his paperwork done and then checked his watch. He went outside of his office. Still, there wasn’t a single nurse to be seen.

He started walking towards the nurses’ locker room. Anger was boiling inside of him. Even from this distance he could hear the hooting and cheering. He knew most of the nurses were strippers, and that was fine, but when their other job got in the way of their current job, that was going to be a problem.

Sean was a cool man. He was an easy guy to work for. He never made a big deal about petty things, but he hated it when he had to tell people who were considered professionals to do things that they already knew they were supposed to be doing.

Just that quick, these stupid chicks had managed to screw up his good day. He was set to tell them off. He was going to kick ass and take names later. There would be write-ups, suspensions, reprimands, all kinds of…

OH SHIT!!

Look at that.

The first thing he saw when he got to the locker room door was half naked women, but the one that caught his eye was the new nurse, Nancy. She was bent over the toilet seat wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties that fit nicely up her ass, leaving plenty of flesh visible on the sides.

Sean took a deep breath. He felt his cock sliding down his thigh. Luckily he was wearing dark sunglasses so no one could see in his eyes and know how turned on he was.

He smirked at them, crossed his arms, and stood to the side of the door without saying a word. The message was clear. He wanted them to leave.

Some were ashamed and couldn’t look him in the eye. Others looked like they were glad he caught them. Either way, the nurses started filing out one by one as they noticed him standing there.

The only person who didn’t leave was Nancy. Why was she still bending over the toilet doing that rhythm-less booty bounce dance? Was she really that defiant?

Sean was half angry and half horny now. He hated disobedience, but it was hard to stay angry when he was looking at a sight like that.

He was about to say something to her when he heard something coming from her direction. It sounded like music. It was really low. That’s when he realized what was going on. Nancy was listening to loud music on a walkman. She didn’t know he was there and she didn’t know all of her friends had left.

His glasses were too dark so you’d never know it by looking at him, but Sean had a twinkle in his eye. With his 6’3” frame and 220 pounds of muscle and sinew, he advanced.

The music was loud. Nancy was trying to lose herself in it, just as the girls had told her.

She wasn’t aware of anything going on around her. All she knew was she felt a lot of hands moving her butt in different directions.

After a few seconds, all the hands were gone and she was bouncing her ass to the beat of the music all by herself.

Nancy’s confidence had risen. If no one was guiding, she obviously must be doing it the right way.

Her eyes were closed. She let the loud music take control of her as she waited for one of her friends to intervene.

For a long time, no one did, so she kept bouncing her ass around trying to make it as appealing as possible as she imagined herself on stage with the other girls.

She’d probably be the only white girl stripping in club. She was thinking maybe she could give herself a name like Vanilla, something that said she was white and didn’t mind shaking it for the brothas. Or maybe she could…

WHOA!

There it was. She felt a hand. It wasn’t around her hips like before. It was on her ass and it was getting into some regions where none of the girls had ever gone before. If this was their way of saying she was ready for the night life, they’d certainly made their point clear.

The hand groped her ass cheeks and then she felt another one touching the part of her panties that covered her pussy. She looked over her shoulder and saw the assistant GM standing over her and none of her girlfriends anywhere.

Her first reaction was to run and put her clothes on, but she didn’t flinch. She figured there wasn’t going to be any trouble if he was feeling her up.

Her strip tease had obviously gotten him horny, and she wanted to have the first wild sex of her life. It seemed they could solve each other’s problems, so Nancy remained bent over the toilet and let the assistant GM do as he pleased.

Yes!! She had turned around. She’d seen who was behind her and she wasn’t objecting to it. Sean was on cloud nine.

He started kissing and sucking her ivory ass cheeks as he caressed the mound between her legs. There was a lot of heat coming from it. The more he kissed her, the stronger the scent of pussy became in the air.

He slid her panties off her supple thighs. She stepped out of them. This white woman had a nice ass with a fat cunt decorating the middle.

Nancy lowered her head farther down and arched her back. She let her ass sway slowly from side to side.

Sean stood up and started undoing his pants. “I like to watch you like this,” he whispered as he fought to free his ten-inch cock from his underwear.

Once it was out, he gently slapped it on her ass. “You’re a bad girl,” he said.

He continued slapping her with it and sliding it on her rear end, allowing the body heat and the eroticism of the moment to fully harden his penis.

“Sit on the toilet for me and spread your legs,” commanded Sean.

She did, and when she turned around, she was happy to see that he had opened his shirt up. She could tell he was well-built by the way he filled out his shirts, but she had no idea he stacked like this. Sean was a tall, dark pile of rippling muscles.

He took a step forward and stood with his semi-erect penis hanging in front of her face. They stared at each other for a few moments with neither of them making a move, although Nancy’s eyes did drop occasionally to Sean’s humongous prick.

He was making it jump. Every few seconds it would jump and go limp, jump and go limp. It was very inviting and tempting. Nancy was transfixed with her fingers in her mouth not even realizes how hard she was sucking on them.

Simultaneously, that hand dropped to her pussy and started stroking it as her other came up and grabbed hold of the biggest cock she’d ever seen.

She started stroking her pussy and his cock. She watched it stiffen to full length in her hand. There had to be close to a foot of throbbing black dick in her hands.

Her pussy was soaking wet. She was horny as hell. The only thing she could do was stuff him in her mouth.

She couldn’t take much cock in her mouth other than a few inches past the head. There was too much of it.

She used her hands to stroke the rest in sync with her sucking motion. All you could hear was Sean moaning as he humped into Nancy’s mouth.

He motioned for her to sit back, then he dropped to his knees. He opened her legs and raised them a little bit.

Nancy had a pretty pink pussy with a little fuzz growing on it. It smelled sweet and fresh and tasted even better.

Sean sucked it, slurped it, fondled it, did everything to it for five minutes straight. He had Nancy bubbling up her juices as she screeched, moaned, whimpered like a baby, and spilled pussy juice into his eager mouth. It was the best tonguing of her life, and when he was finished, she couldn’t have been more ready for the dick.

They traded places. Sean’s cock looked like a flag pole growing out of his pelvis. It was kind of scary. She’d never had a cock anywhere close to that size.

She mounted him anyway, trying very hard not to show any fear. Sean squeezed a handful of ass with one hand and pulled her meaty cheek out of the way.

He placed the head of his cock on the hole. Her juices spilled all over his shaft as he entered her, leaving his cock drenched in her fluids.

It was an easier entry than either of them had expected. Nancy was so wet and stimulated that her pussy stretched to a perfect fit. She could handle his girth, but there was still a little bit of his length that couldn’t quite make it up her cunt.

Regardless of that, it was still a great fit. Nancy started bouncing up and down on his shaft as she cried out and let her tits jiggle in his face. He was playing in her asshole as he helped her bounce and grind on his cock.

After a while, he lifted her off of him and put her on the floor. Like they’d started, she was bending over the toilet seat, this time on her knees, head down, ass up, and ready to be poked.

She liked this position the most. She could feel him a lot more because he was in control of how deep he went in her. When she was riding him, she backed away from the pain. She didn’t take all of his cock in her. Now that Sean was in control, he could shove every inch in her.

Nancy’s moans got louder with each passing minute and eventually turned into shouts. It hurt so much, but it hurt so good.

He was jamming it all in her tight hole. He stroked it in different directions. She could feel her guts yielding to the size and solidity of Sean’s massive prick.

When he felt he was nearing an orgasm, he pulled it out and put it in Nancy’s face. She nibbled at the head and then started stroking and sucking him off as he watched her and moaned with delight.

“Ohh, yeah,” said Sean. It was getting so close. “Go, baby. Ohhh.”

His whole cock was drenched with saliva. Nancy was fingering her twat and sucking for all she was worth.

“Oh, baby, oh, you’re gonna make me cum!”

Sean took his cock from her mouth, pointed at her, and stroked it. Streams of white spoo splattered her face and mouth as he groaned in passion, making no attempt to keep the volume down.

“OHHH! OHH! OOHHHHHHH!!!”

She licked his balls and followed it all the way up to the tip of his penis. She grabbed it and stuffed it back in her mouth trying to suck the remaining drops of semen from his balls.

Sean’s body tensed. He began convulsing and screaming until she let go of his spent cock.

Nancy got up. She stared at him. He stared back. No one said anything. She started getting dressed.

The moments afterward were awkward. It seemed like someone should say something. The only problem was that they didn’t know each other. There wasn’t anything to say.

Maybe they’d talk about it on a later day, but even if they didn’t, at least she had a great story for the girls tomorrow.

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She had picked the wrong day to fuck with him. Dave was already in a bad mood to begin with. It was Monday, and Mondays were always the worse days for paperwork. Paperwork gave him the biggest headaches. She’d also done something else far too inappropriate to ignore.

“Lawanda,” blurted Dave, “you nearly caused a patient to expire! You have to be careful not to get the patients aroused with your sexual behavior in the intensive care ward!”

Lawanda flashed a wry smile. She looked at him and said, “I know. But doctor, I was only taking the patients…temperature.”

Oh, please! How corny can you get, thought the doctor.

“Taking care of the human body is a form of art. You cannot go around jamming your thermometer up everybody’s asshole.”

“The patient took my skirt and lifted it above my ass. I guess he was trying to see if I was wearing my panties.”

“Oh, he was taking a liberty?”

“No, he was taking a risk,” said Lawanda.

It seemed like Dave was starting to calm down. She could swear she heard a little bit of a laugh in his last statement and his tone seemed to soften.

Then he said, “Did he find out?”

Lawanda looked over her shoulder and made eye contact for the first time. “Find out what?” she asked.

“If you were wearing panties.”

Lawanda was a slut. She knew flirting when she saw it. Dave was flirting with her without a doubt so she answered by grabbing hold of her skirt and lifting it up.

The doctor gritted his teeth. He leaned forward towards her tight, black ass and the sexy, white, laced panties that it was wrapped in, and then he stood and moved extremely close behind her.

Lawanda’s heart was pounding with excitement. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. Tingles filled her body.

She felt the bulge poking her rear end, and then Dave’s warm breath as he said, “Those aren’t regulation panties.”

“I know, but these are the only clean panties I have with me. I’ve been pulling a double shift. I’ve been here all night long, so when the sun came up, I decided to sneak away to the ladies room in these panties.”

Lawanda handed him the pair of underwear that she had been wearing when she went to the restroom to masturbate. Their bodies were pressed tightly together so all she had to do was hand them over her shoulder.

The doctor accepted them, stuffed them into his nose, and took a long hard sniff. The scent of wet cunt filled his head. He was now consumed with lust and Lawanda felt his cock pushing harder into her back even though Dave hadn’t moved any closer to her. His cock was getting harder.

He bit the panties and then spit them out of his mouth. He started kissing Lawanda’s neck and ears and then grabbed her face, pulled it around and shoved his tongue deep in her mouth.

They separated and Dave started feeling her up. He squeezed her tits like he was trying to extract liquid from them, then he slid his hands up and  down her body finally coming to rest on the thin layer of material separating his hands from her pussy.

“Oh, doctor,” Lawanda hissed.

He spun her around. He raised her skirt and grabbed two hands full of soft, fleshy ass. Still, Lawanda could feel his cock stiffening some more. But now it was pressing into her crotch, right where she liked it.

He grabbed the top of her head, applied about fifty pounds of pressure, and Lawanda happily dropped to her knees. He undid his pants and pulled out a rock-hard dick.

It was beefy with veins bulging everywhere and it was bobbing and waving just a couple inches from her face. It was like the bait tempting the fish. Lawanda took the bait.

She wet her lips, spread saliva all over the pulsing cock head, and then started sliding it into her mouth. She went a little deeper each time until she had stretched her mouth to its limits.

There was still about half his cock left out of her mouth, so she used her hands to force feed it deeper inside. Repeatedly, she shoved inches of stiff, white dick as deep as it could go as she listening to Dave moaning his approval.

In fact, she was doing such a good job that he had to stop. He was getting close to popping in her mouth, which was a good thing, but not before he had a chance to get in her pussy.

He helped her to her feet and then helped her out of her clothes. She had small tits with really big nipples. Her body was slender, but she had plenty of curves in all the right places. Dave was using his hands and mouth to get familiar with as many of those curves as he could.

The only thing left on her body was her sexy panties, which—now that her uniform was gone—the doctor could see was actually part of a lingerie set. Everything was laced and the panties hooked to the stockings with straps.

The see-through laced shirt had the bra built into it. They had pulled the straps off her shoulder so her tits could be out, but other than that, they didn’t bother taking anything else off.

The doctor motioned for her to stand facing the wall. He made her lean over a bit so he could have better access to her pussy.

He moved her panties out of the way and started sliding his cock around her pubic area trying to find the hole. Wow. She was really soaked down there. This woman was dying for a dick in her right now.

As soon as his cock touched her pussy, it slipped right in with very little resistance. Her juices spilled all over his cock, leaving it saturated in a bath of heat and wetness that made his lust for her grow.

He began thrusting into her. Lawanda was thrusting back. “Oh, yeah, give it to me,” she said.

After a while, the doctor pulled out and sat in his chair. He moved away from the desk so they’d have more room to work with.

Lawanda sat on his cock facing away from him. She started bouncing on his meaty shaft.

Dave noticed immediately that she was ten times better when she was on top. She would bounce on him, then grind on him, and then lean forward with her elbows on her knees and do a combination of grinding, bouncing, and dancing that drove him nuts. He had never seen anything like this from white women. On top of that, she was giving him the dirty talk and it was making him want to nail her some more.

As she rode him—and now that he’d gotten his second wind—he began to mirror her movements. Later he just started thrusting lustfully into her. Eventually his thrusts were coming so hard that they were lifting her off his lap so she got up.

Dave got up with her. He reached for the back of her head and guided it so far down that she almost fell over.

Her legs were spread wide apart. He had a perfect path to her sweet hole. He slipped into it and continued pounding her like the whore she was.

He could feel an orgasm coming. He needed it badly, but he wanted to pop on her tits and look her in the eyes as his seed soiled her body.

He made her lie on the desk. He took his shirt off. He was back in her hairy twat seconds later.

The only thing on his mind was releasing that built up anxiety. He couldn’t wait to drench her in his fluids.

His hands gripped firmly around Lawanda’s tits. She was moaning and screaming and egging him on.

The tingles in his cock intensified. He felt the burning of hot semen coming up his shaft. He let out a loud moan.

He pulled his cock out, grabbed it from the bottom, and started stroking it frantically.

He pointed it at her tits, but just like many other men in Lawanda’s sex life, his aim was horrible. A little landed on her tits, but the majority landed on her shoulder blade. Neither of them cared though. They were satisfied, tired, and spent.

Lawanda used the napkins on the doctor’s desk to clean up and then she went to the dressing room. There were at least a half dozen black nurses having a conversation about the new white woman with the nice ass and how she’d make for a good dancer (most of the nurses made extra money on the side as dancers).

She joined in the conversation like nothing had happened, but she couldn’t help but wonder how many of the other nurses had been fucked by Dave.

They chatted with the white girl. She seemed to be cool with it, but it was obvious that she didn’t have much experience dancing.

The other girls worked with her, and when they’d gotten her bent over a toilet shaking her ass, someone else came in. Lawanda didn’t know who he was, but she’d seen him around and she knew enough about him to know that he ranked pretty high around there.

Lawanda was one of the last people to leave. She looked over her shoulder as she left out the door.

The white girl was still shaking her ass over the toilet seat. She was wearing headphones so she’d have some music to work with. The radio was up loud so she had no clue that all the girls were gone and the only person left was a large black man gawking at her ass.

Lawanda chuckled and shook her head. She knew what about to happen. She just wished she could be a fly on the wall so she could watch.

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This all started a few months ago when Stephen spent 3 weeks with us during summer vacation.  We took him swimming, admiring his strong, young body in his swim wear.  We took him to ride the roller coaster, his smooth handsome legs, touching mine in close quarters.  We went on a week trip, spending nights in hotels, swimming in the pool, tanning and even relaxing in the sauna, till we were all covered in sweat.  I noticed him stare at Dawna in her skimpy bikini's, seeing his cock swell in his trunks.  She would ask him to rub lotion on her body all the time and while doing this his cock would stiffen, then he would jump in the cold water, till it went soft again.  We loved teasing him!!  In the room, after showering, Dawna would walk around in her bra and a thong, laying on the bed watching tv, while Stephen and I were in our boxers.  He went into the bathroom quite often, to jack off.  Once when I rented an adult movie, he jumped up after the first nude scene, ran to the bathroom and returned a minute later, all flushed. 

Dawna got up, went into the bathroom and called out to me to join her.  I walked in and she pointed to the toilet seat.  I smiled when I saw his cum all over half the seat, so white and creamy, so fucking healthy looking.  Dawna dipped her finger in it, then tasted it.  She smile and dipped her finger back in and brought it to my mouth. I sucked it off her finger and savored the taste.  She then bent over and licked it all off the seat and kissed me, sharing his cum with me.  She then told me to fuck her tonite and to make sure he was awake to watch.

We got back in bed, my cock was hard, tenting my boxers, Stephen noticed and tried not to stare at me.  Dawna came in the room and said she was burned a little from too much sun and asked Stephen if he would rub some alo-vera on her.  He got the bottle and she stood next to his bed and took her bra and thong off, standing there, letting him soak up her nude body.  His cock was so hard that he didn't notice it sticking out of the flap as he watched her lay down, spread her legs and directing him to start on her upper back.  He sat down next to her and she asked him to straddle her butt so he could rub it in deep.  He looked at me and I told him it was ok, we are all family.  So he crawled on top of her ass, his hard cock, naked aginst her ass.  He still didn't realize he was exposed until he felt her warm, soft skin against his cock.  He looked down and moved back quickly, turning bright red.  I laughed and told him it was ok, it was very normal to get hard, with a naked woman under him.   

Dawna then moaned and said his boxers were irritating her burn and to take them off, that she wouldn't look.  He turned even redder, so I went over to the bed and pulled them off him.  Poor kid didn't know what to do.  I then grabbed his waist and moved him up on her ass and told him to continue with the body rub.  His cock was in the crack of her ass and she was moving her ass around, driving him nuts.  All of a sudden he shot his load all over her ass and back.  AHHH, that was so fucking hot.  He took off to the bathroom, closing the door and I dove on her and sucked and licked every warm drop of his cum off her.  This kid shot one hell of a load.  Even her cunt was awash in his cum.  After cleaning her and kissing her, spitting some in her mouth, I went to the door and knocked.  Stephen was embarrassed, but unlocked the door and let me in.  He stood there nude, his cock still hard, saying how sorry he was.  I told him not to worry, that it was ok and that Dawna thought it was cute, that as old as she is, a young man would get hard and cum on her.  I told him to come back in the room and finish what he was doing.  He said he couldn't, that he was still hard.  So I sat down on the seat, pulled him to me and took his hard cock into my mouth.  He went stiff, not knowing what to do and I sucked him off, till he shot his 3rd load in a row.  I swallowed all of it, looked at him and said now you are soft, so go back and finish.  He just looked at me and turned and went back to Dawna and did what he was told. 

When he was done with her back, ass and legs, she turned over and asked him to do her front.  His cock was hard again, his body was covered in sweat, his hair was so wet, it dripped on her tits as he rubbed them with lotion.  She spread her legs, pulled him to her and kissed him.  As he lay on her, I jacked off, shooting my load all over my belly.  Seeing this, Dawna grabbed his hard cock, guided it to her cunt and told him to push into her.  He did as he was told, as if in a daze.  Once he was buried in her, Dawna grabbed his ass and began fucking him, telling him to move his cock in and out of her, faster harder, then he came again, this time deep in her cunt.  He lay on top her, spent, covered in sweat, panting, his cock still deep in her.  Dawna rolled him over onto his back, then began kissing and licking his body.  I joined her and for the next hour we licked and sucked every inch of his delicious body.  We sucked his cock together, his balls and even licked his tasty ass.  His cock was pretty damn thick and long for his age, about 6 inches.  He was cut and heavily veined.

He's still dazed, so we walked him to the shower and all got in and washed each other, his cock still rock hard.  We dry him off, then Dawna dresses in her sexy half bra and thong and we tell him we are going to teach him how to make love to a woman and how to suck cunt and cock.  He nods his head, so off we go, back to the bedroom.

As Dawna kisses him, her tongue jammed in his mouth, I reach over and grab his arms and place them around her waist.  Then I move his hands all over her back and her ass until he gets the hang of it.  Stephen's beginning to kiss his aunt back, I see his tongue in her mouth, swapping spit, his cock grinding into her belly, his hands grabbing her ass hard, pulling her closer.  I tell him to suck her tits, lick them, take her nipples in his mouth and gently bite them.  He does it and does it well.  Dawna's nipples are very sensitive and she cums hard after a few minutes of his suckling them.  I then tell him to lick and nip his way down her belly, to cover her belly in spit.  He does this well.  Then I have Dawna lay down with her legs spread.  I have him watch me eat her cunt, showing him the correct way to eat her.  He see's me spitting on her cunt, licking the spit, smearing it around her clit, softly sucking her clit.  She cums over and over as I eat her, her watching his eyes, her 15 year old nephew, seeing her naked, ready to eat her cunt.  I move over and let him in, his body tight against mine, as he does what I showed him.  She grabs at his head and cums in his face, exciting him more and he digs his tongue deep in her cunt, tasting her cum.  As he's sucking her, I'm running my hands all over his body, the feel is so soft, yet so hard, his cock is digging into my thigh, his legs rubbing against mine.  I look down at his cock and can't resist sucking him again as he eats my wife, his aunt.  Everytimes she cums, his cock gets harder, and he leaks his cum into my mouth.   When I feel he is ready to cum, I back off and lick his hard flat belly, his smooth hairless thighs, rellishing the taste of his skin and sweat.  

Dawna now wants to suck his young cock, so she moves around, sits on his face and swallows his cock.  He doesn't miss a lick and pulls her ass down so he can fuck her cunt with his tongue.  I watch this, the join in, licking her asshole, spitting on it, as he eats her cunt.  He watches me with her ass and pulls her down and cranes his neck, so he too,  can lick her ass.  As he does this, she's sucking wildly on his cock, his cock covered in spit, his balls covered in her spit as she sucks them.  She digs her tongue in his ass, the spits on his asshole and shoves a finger in deep, he arches his back and cummmmmmsssssssssssssss in her mouth.  

As he's cumming, he takes his finger and shoves it deep in her ass.  She cums so fucking hard she can barely swallow his load.  I laugh to myself, knowing this kids going to be a quick study and certainly a hand full.  As they lay there in the afterglow, I tend to their spent bodies, sucking his cum off her lips, sucking the remaining drops out of his cock.  He surprises me and grabs my hard cock, takes it deep, almost gagging and sucks me off in a matter of minutes.  He swallows every drop and nurses on it until it becomes almost painfull. 

I look at the clock and it's nearly 5 am.  When have been going at it for for over 6 hours.  I ask Stephen if he had fun and he told us that it was the best fun ever.  He wanted to do more and I told him we will, much more, but now we had to rest.  He got up to go to his bed and I told him he should sleep with us, him in middle.  Dawna and I draped a leg over his legs, she rested her head on his chest, my hand on his cock and to sleep we went.

We finish training him in part 2

Dario

 

 
We finished eating.   Julie and I were about to go to the gym.   Mrs. Taylor walked us to the door with her hand touching me in a friendly, escorting manner. She became a little bolder and placed her open palm on my midriff as my blouse raised when putting on my jacket. “I am sorry”, she whispered nervously, stammering an apology, “I was afraid you’d leave a-a-and I, well… I j-just wanted to see if that skin of yours is as soft as it looks… I-I-I mean s-somewhere else… somewhere that doesn’t show… y-you understand?”   Mrs. Taylor was flushed in embarrassment. Julie seemed to be busy looking for something in the back of the closet, so, nonchalantly; I brazenly fondled Mrs. Taylor’s huge breasts, amusing myself.   I took my time feeling her up, hefting her giant bosom and squeezing the flesh in my hands.   Mrs. Taylor was taken completely by surprise.   She opened her mouth to speak once or twice but ended by simply standing there allowing me to play with her as I wished.   She stood silently for perhaps the longest 15 seconds of her life, flushed all over her neck and face. Until then, I had not realized the difference in our size (she 5’10” and 150 lbs, me under 5’ and 92lbs).   I smiled up at her, “thank you for a delicious dinner, Mrs. Taylor.”   As a parting gesture I grasped and pinched a swollen nipple hard, holding it until she yelped and pulled away. Julie turned to us donning the coat she wanted and I walked out the front door as she kissed her mom goodbye.

A week later, when I knew Julie was in Houston visiting her father I went to her house. I knocked and heard a vacuum, so I knocked again more loudly. As the vacuum motor sound wound down I heard steps approaching the door.   Mrs. Taylor swung the door back, wiping her hands on a towel.   She was wearing a pair of thin white cotton shorts and a knit top.   She said hello and while explaining what I already knew, about the reason for Julie’s absence, Mrs. Taylor took in my short wraparound skirt and open necked blouse. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot”, I said, disappointedly, looking at the department store bag of clothes I had draped over my arm.   My face brightening as if just thinking of it, I asked, “well, since Julie is not here, perhaps you can give me your opinion?   Help me pick something appropriate for my coloration, age and things.”   After a few seconds I could see the wheels turning in her head.   “Come in, Kita. Have a cup of coffee and show me what you’ve got.”   Mrs. Taylor’s color was beginning to redden. She was nervous and becoming excited from the realization of what might happen.

I had brought some nice little outfits with me suitable for work or school… and some which were not, an assortment of sexy skirts and blouses, a few bras and panties, all for me. I had something for her to wear too, a hard, pointed, 50s style bra with a two inch hole for her nipples cut out… and another surprise.

As we walked back to their den I was unbuttoning my blouse.   Mrs. Taylor followed as I talked to her about nothing... girl talk as if she were my own or her daughter's age. She was 38 and had three children but was a very handsome mature woman with a full fleshy bottom that filled her modest white shorts.

My blouse was a white three-button thing of shiny satin. The bra was a half bra, a so-called demibra that cupped my firm 32 Cs up for inspection and all but allowed my breasts to loll out over the top of the half cups.   As I turned to ask where I might spread the clothes I pulled the blouse off of one shoulder.   Mrs. Taylor gasped and turned a deeper red than before.   She stared at my breasts and said nothing so I continued the show. "Mrs. Taylor, you almost make me embarrassed. I am afraid, though”, stripping my blouse down my arms, “that I am a very free spirit". Mrs. Taylor only licked her lips, unable to take her eyes from my breasts.

Turning to the clothes I held up another top and handed it to her. When she took the hangar from me I reached behind my back and unsnapped the bra.   As if the most natural thing in the world, as I slid the straps down my arms I wiggled my shoulders, jiggling my titties. Giggling at Mrs. Taylor’s open mouthed expression I explained, “even a tiny bra feels confining” letting her look all she wanted but forcing her to say something. “But they are sexy, don’t you think", I waited while holding up the bra I had just removed. Finally, as if coming back from a dream she muttered, “y-yes, they are confining… Kita… but sexy.”

Laughing teasingly at her I put an arm through the second blouse as she held it up for me, a lavender-colored silk that fitted my curves like skin. "This one should be worn braless, I think. It sure feels good on my nipples... see?” I held her palm over one of my breasts to show her how my nipples hardened. “This material really makes them stand up”, I smiled up at her, wiggled and squealed under her touch as if the tingling in my nipples was too much to bear.

Doing a high leg kick and acting as if I had pom-poms, I mimed a short cheer, " this would be a good top for the cheerleading squad!” My high firm breasts swayed and jiggled under the top as I made the subdued motions of a cheer. Mrs. Taylor was licking her dry lips, still unable to speak.

"Lets look for a matching skirt, Mrs. Taylor, how about this one?" I held up a micro-mini that she took from my hands. “This should take their eyes away from my nipples, don’t you think?” I unwrapped my skirt and let it slide to my down my legs to the floor. Again I mimicked the choreographed movements of a cheerleader, sans skirt, with an exaggerated sexiness that would take eyes from any game the boys played! I ended by sliding to the floor in a split that pulled my white bikini panties tight across my pussy, outlining my fat little hairless majora and slit perfectly.

While on the floor my legs spread wide, I was at eye-level with Mrs. Taylor’s white shorts. Her big woman’s pussy lips were split and spread over the seam of her thin denim shorts, wetting them through, showing her arousal plainly.

Letting out a “yow” as I sat there, I grabbed at my neck and remarked while rubbing it, “I’m not in the shape I used to be.” If there had been any pain I would have forgotten it when Mrs. Taylor knelt beside me. Her hands flew to my neck to massage, exclaiming in real concern, “Oh, Kita! Are you all right?” I relaxed as I felt Mrs. Taylor’s hands squeezing the tenseness from my muscles. I stayed on the floor for a few minutes while she massaged my neck. Her hands roamed over my shoulders and neck, seemingly enjoying the contact as much as I did.

Kneeling beside me while I was in a split position she was much closer than she had been. I became aware of Mrs. Taylor’s shallow breath close to my neck and her breasts against my back. She whispered close to my ear, her voice quivering a little, “Pretty Kita, you can’t imagine what your beautiful skin and body do to me.” I simply smiled back and up at her, encouraging her to continue what she was doing. “Your hands really feel nice, Mrs. Taylor.”

When she began to work on my back I slid up to perch sideways on the edge of the sofa so as to let her massage more easily. Her face was even with my neck now. Once in a while I could feel her lips pressing against the skin behind my ear or her tongue sliding lightly along the base of my neck, her hot breath clinging, revving my libido. She seemed to be in a dream state as I could make out some of what her breathy words were saying, “God, Kita, you are so beautiful, my fingers ache to touch you. My lips hunger… thrilled…. savoring… Oh God! Sweet Baby…. Skin so sweet…. Need… hunger…” I writhed under her touch. My body responding to words I had never heard. Quickly stripping the top over my head, I turned about to face her.    Her face close to mine, she leaned forward and kissed my neck.   Soon she was sucking all up and down my neck, caressing my ears and hairline with her mouth.   I looked at her hotly and lay back on the sofa.

My eyes closed and my legs opened of their own volition. "Your hands feel so good, Mrs. Taylor, please do me some more." the firm, pink-tips of my beautiful young breasts wrinkled and hardened in front of her eyes, my nipples twin kernels of hard candy. Her cool hands started once again at my neck. I was writhing in need. I grasped her wrists without opening my eyes and moved her hands onto my breasts. She began to breathe more deeply as she kneaded my meaty mounds. In a few minutes she began to pinch my nipples hard and her hands roamed lower onto my stomach.

Surprising me with her sudden boldness, Mrs. Taylor leaned over me.   Her lips grazed mine and her tongue traced all around my mouth as she whispered, “you are so beautiful”. She was trembling uncontrollably as she kissed me as softly as she could. She moved as if to rise from her knees. I stopped her. She waited uncertainly.   "Stay on the floor, Mrs. Taylor, between my legs." To make sure she understood my meaning, the fingers of my right hand toyed with her lips and fondled her face while the fingers of my other hand trailed over the swelling outlined bulge in my panties.  

Her lips were pliant, her mouth accepting. As I finger-fucked her mouth she sucked at my fingers and laved my hands with her tongue. I directed her mouth onto my tummy just above my panties. She exhaled loudly and began whispering her love in a prayerful tone as she feasted on my stomach below my navel. I began writhing my hips. I was in heaven. She was perfect to suck me off. Her mouth opened wide and covered my wet little mounded slit, blowing hot air all over within my panties, surrounding my pussy. I ground my hips, driving my pantied mound into her mouth. I watched her face, shivering in fulfilled happiness as she sucked and trailed her tongue up and down my slit. When my pussy puckered open a fraction her tongue grazed my clit. I exploded in a three-throb climax that froze me like an electric current.

Hearing her voice from somewhere in outer space I realized she was saying, "I need to see you, Honey. Please, Baby, let Mama see you?" Raising my hips she slid my panties down.   The tiny wisp of satin slid past the hollows of my hips. I could see the chills march along her arms and back as my completely lasered-bald pussy was revealed. Cooing and whispering, she whispered and worshiped my baby-smooth cushiony little pussy.   She spoke to it!   God!   This was great!   Her lips and tongue grazed a slow path down the hollow inside each hip.   I touched her lips with my fingers and pushed her mouth down to where my slit was oozy, gooey, soaked, swollen and drippy. “Right there… do me right there” Her tongue splayed out to lap at the bottom of my soft pussy, pressing the pink cushiony flesh apart so the juice simply ran onto her cupped tongue. She tipped he head back a bit to savor my fluids and as she looked at me she said, “Kita you are delicious” and some of my own pussy juice leaked from her mouth to drip back onto my quivering pussy flesh.

"Kiss my pussy, Mrs. Taylor... softly. Love my pussy. Suck my clitty. Eat me, Mrs. Taylor. Make me cum forever! As I spoke, out of my mind with lust, this grown woman sucked at and savored my most private flesh. She worshiped the fat mound as she shook like a leaf. Her eyes and lips jerked with tics of nervousness as I let her suck me. Soon I grasped her hair and began revolving my hips against her face. She slurped and gobbled at my cunt, “Yes, Baby. Cum for Mama. I need you to cum, Kita. Tell me what to do for you… anything at all. Mama loves her Kita. Sweet Baby pussy. Yessss, harder, Baby. Get what you need. Fuck my mouth, Precious. Make me do what you want. Make me be nasty for you. Cum in my mouth, Kita. I need you to cum, Baby. I am gonna cry, Baby…. Fuck my suck pussy mouth, Kita. Harder! Make me do it. Fuck suck Baby cum…. She devolved into a slavering meaningless primitive sucking moaning whine as she ate me.

The look of sheer subservient joy on her face was wonderful. I rolled over onto my tummy and she didn’t hesitate but splayed her tongue flatly and wiped it up my ass crack, lapping at it over and over... dragging it from my swollen open pussy up past my little wrinkled pucker. I grasped my butt cheeks and yanked myself open wide… again I yanked at my tender pink cheeks, spreading my ass for her tongue as far as possible. She bored deeply with her tongue... drilling and twisting it up into my rectum. She wanted my pussy again and was about to turn me over when I stopped her. "I have something for you to wear." I stood and opened a shoebox. Handing it to her I said, "Go, put it on."

As she walked to the bathroom I hurriedly opened her surprise, a special double dildo. Inserting the smaller 6” end that fit up me securely, I strapped the flesh-colored belts around my thighs and waist. The exposed part was a slim 11" of the most beautiful life-like shape and caramel color with prominent veins; it was 6” around at the base but slimmed and curved gracefully to end in a plum-like glans that was so life-like it seemed to pulse with life and was so beautiful it must have come from Apollo himself. It stood up when I sat and spread my knees leaving no doubt as to what she was to do with it.

Mrs. Taylor came back into the room slowly, with her hands covering the cut out holes in the bra. I was stroking the strap-on with my hands, trying to imagine what a man must feel when masturbating. The downward stroke caused the inserted dick to rub against my G-spot and make me feel full. She froze when she saw me, a 5' girl with full C cups and a beautiful huge cock standing at attention.

"Why are you still wearing your shorts, Mrs. Taylor? Take them off", I ordered! She was slow to uncover her breasts (huge dark nipples and areoles sticking through the cut-outs) so I rose from the sofa and unbuckled the fabric belt that still held her white shorts and yanked it through the loops.   Menacing her, I slapped my open palm with the belt as I walked around her. “Take them down”, I ordered!   I slapped her legs with the belt. "Ouch!" she cried out, still smiling good-naturedly. I knew it had stung smartly so I swung it again to wipe the smile off of her face. A devil was in my eyes as I ordered her to remove the shorts "NOW" and swung the belt harder across her thighs. "Show me your tits! Move you hands and get those shorts DOWN... STRIP!" I continued to whip her legs impatiently as she struggled to shove the tight white denim off of her full hips and big ass.

My adopted stiff cock wiggled and swayed as I stung her legs with the belt... just on the edge of abuse.   Once her white shorts were kicked off of her ankles she stood there as if unable to decide what to do.  

 

I helped her by grasping her nipples, jutting out of that Jayne Mansfield style brassiere and pulled as much of her breast flesh through the holes as possible. I twisted and stretched those 38-DDs maliciously, pinching them hard. She bit her bottom lip and blinked a few tears from her eyes that rolled down her cheeks. I leaned toward her and savored her salty tears by kissing her trembling confused mouth.   As we stood there together her breasts pointed over my shoulders and my nipples dragged across her stomach.  

 

My cupped hand found and covered her huge bulging pussy mound.    I slid a finger along between the full pantied slices, parting her big swollen labia, stretching her panties up into her. Her eyes closed and her lips began quivering again. Her knees shook when my fingers pulled the silk aside and assaulted her clitty. I circled it and pulled at the generous flesh of her vulva until she was soppy wet. Stepping to her side I straddled her leg and kept circling the huge clitty that emerged from its fleshy hood with one hand and caressed between her big fine ass cheeks with the other.   I kissed down her body and licked at a huge nipple sticking through the bra.   I yanked her panties down to her thighs. Her whole body was trembling as I made her spread her legs for me as I worked her to feverishness, her hips beginning to hump against my fingers involuntarily. Pulling her with me, unresisting, to the sofa, I left her standing when I sat and began stroking my beautiful new cock.

Her eyes opened slowly.   She glanced down at what I was doing to my cock when she realized I was no longer massaging her cunt. I didn’t even look up when I ordered in a soft voice, "Kneel and suck my cock, Mrs. Taylor." It was so firm and beautiful... she stared at it as if not believing her ears. I looked up at her surprised eyes as if explaining to a slow child "Take my dick in your mouth and suck it like a whore. I mean it! Get on your knees.” I reached out and slapped her right across the exposed nipples with the belt. WHAP-WHAP! It spoke as it struck each tender breast. She gasped from the pain, “Kita, please, I never have..."   “On your knees! Suck cock! Make me cum!”, I insisted firmly. I whipped her across the tits with the cloth belt again when she hesitated. She jumped like she was shot!   She grasped the abused stinging nipples and sank to her knees, whimpering. "Now, suck like a whore. Make sounds for me. You love it, don't you, Mrs. Taylor?" "Y-yes, Kita",   Mrs. Taylor’s tear-stained cheeks neared my stiff cock. "Open your mouth and suck me off like a man, my hand with the belt tugged at her chin and the other simply pointed at my cock. I put my hand behind her head and urged her downward. Arching my hips upward I shoved half of the lifelike cock into her mouth, groaning, "Ooooh Baby that feels so good. Suck wetly, Mrs. Taylor.   Nurse it softly, Baby.... show me you love it. Make it cum, Mrs. Taylor!"

 

The bitch began to bob her head for me. She was in a world that admitted of no doubt.   Sex was real.   Her submission was real and she needed to give her all.   I watched her mouth stretch over that hard flesh-colored dick and was in my own smug heaven. I fucked her mouth silly for half an hour. She cooed and groaned as I made appreciative noises... soon able to slide my whole cock in and out of her mouth deeply with no trouble.   With just a little encouragement she would accept that big shaft down her throat without breathing for over a minute at a time.   My foot and toes toyed with her cunt between her legs.   My fingers pinched and twisted and pulled at her nipples, testing her tolerance to nipple torture.   She just whined and worked harder on my cock as if to please me.

I was beginning to feel the effects of the motion. Nearing orgasm again I stood and bent my knees. Muttering obscenely, commanding her to open her throat for my sperm I approached climax, "Eat it whore! Suck cum, Baby! Take all of Kita's big cock! Swallow it all, Baby!” I screamed out her name as I wrapped her hair around my fists and pounded that cock down her throat. “SUCK! ME! MRS! TAYLOR! SUCK! ME! SUCK! ME! SUCK ME!   In time with my hips driving my cock down her throat. She gave me everything. She grasped at my hips and pulled my dick all the way into her throat, the base mashing against her lips, as my orgasm rocked me. My ass cheeks and my thighs quivered as my loins thrilled with joyful pleasure. When my hips drove the cock against its base the half-pint of butterscotch-cream it was filled with began squirting into her mouth.   With several violent drives forward I milked every last spasm of my orgasm and force-fed her my sweet cream sperm.   I could hear her swallowing with each deep drive down her throat.   It spewed directly down her throat.   It sprayed into her mouth.   It ran down her chin onto her bra and tits. Collapsing backward onto the sofa, Mrs. Taylor followed me, still nursing at my shiny, spit-covered cock.   I manually squeezed the final streams of the delicious cum for her.   She squirmed and bobbed her head as if it could make more for her.

As I caught my breath she still licked at the creamy jizz that had run down the shaft, mixing with my real girl cum that had oozed out around the base next to my pussy. I slipped her panties on down her legs.   She no longer hesitated at my actions but extended her legs back one at a time for me to extract her feet from the big silk panties.   I stepped around her and she lowered her head onto the sofa.   She raised her ass in the air as I stroked the fleshy cheeks of her big ass.

 

Prying those full globes apart I placed the big tip against her fleshy swollen majora and hesitated… considering her reddish-brown puckering asshole as she whined.   My nailed fingertip scratched at the small rear hole and I was surprised to feel her push backwards as if in invitation to probe it further.   After just a few seconds my hips shoved forward all at once.   I pushed the shaft of my cock up her from behind, splitting leaf-like minora with my bulbous glans. Just a soft push and Mrs. Taylor’s body convulsed in the most powerful orgasm I have ever seen. I held on as she thrashed about on the sofa screaming for all the world like a woman on fire! I drove my cock into her with all of the strength in my small body. Her pussy sucked... I swear, SUCKED at my cock, needing more dick. I gave it to her with all of my strength for an hour. She screamed out obscenities I had never heard pass her lips.   She begged to be fucked hard!   She made promises of servitude.   She moaned and called me her “Sweet Baby.” ”Fuck me hard Sweet Baby.   Hurt Mama with your big dick.   Give it to me, Baby… go on fuck me hard with all that cock!” I fucked that huge dick up her cunt as if trying to drive it into her throat again from behind… even the huge base was fucked into her big cunt right to the bottom.  

 

The sofa was soaked and the floor was wet with perspiration for several feet around us. We both looked like we had been swimming when she could move no more. Lying on top of her bent over form, resting for a while, I finally found the energy to withdraw that dick from her pussy.   I couldn’t help simply teasing her little red puckered asshole. She moaned a little as I unceremoniously stuck my finger up her ass its entire length.   Her sphincter pulsed   and grabbed at my finger but her body didn't move.   I was too tired to enjoy it anyway so I dressed, boxed up the dildo and stuffed the clothing into my purse. Slipping out the door I walked to the car on wobbly legs and drove home.

 

It was a week to the day before her daughter called me to say, “Mom wants you to come over tonight for dinner.”   “Great, Julie, what’s on the menu” I asked?   Julie replied, “how should I know.   I am back at Daddy’s this weekend.”  

 

 

Body:

It was a typical Friday morning. Rick was sipping his coffe and reading the newspaper while his wife Caren was getting ready for work. Emily awoke from a great sleep, feeling very horny from her evenings dream. She recalled being surrounded by several older men with their cocks in hand, pointing them towards her. Emily slipped her hand down to her crotch and started to rub circles around her clit, building up a wet spot on her skin tight pink cotton shorts as her memory recalled her sucking on all of the men's cocks. She started pressing into the cloth of her shorts, pusing her middle finger inside her pussy. The wetness was starting to spread and her fingers became deeper and more intense. The cotton material felt so soft and good inside her pussy, her thoughts were suddenly scrambled as her door flung open with her older brother Tim standing there with his mouth wide open. Tim couldn't believe what he was seeing. His little 13 year old sister lieing spread eagle on her bed, finger jabbing wildly into her pussy through her shorts. Emily sat up quickly, " What the hell Tim!"

 

Standing there only in his boxers, all Tim could do was stand there in shock, though while coming to his senses he muttered the words, " I'm taking a shower first...so you'll have to wait." Emily jumped from her bed, " No you're not!" Tim was still in shock, while seeing her C cup tits bouncing towards him. Before he knew it, she was by him and running towards the bathroom. Tim quickly sprang towards her and just as she was entering the bathroom door, he grasped her from behind, arms tightly around her stomach just underneath her tits. Tims crotch pressed tightly into Emilys tight plump ass, and as they struggled for position of the bathroom, his cock was swelling at the constant contact from her ass. Emily bent over and then quickly jolted her ass into Tims crotch trying to free herself from his tight grasp, " I always get the bathroom first, I'm a girl!" Tim just ignored her plee's, overpowering her and moving both of them into the bathroom, kicking the door behind him to shut it. Emilys ass movements were driving Tim insane, moving her ass cheeks in position so his growing cock was pressing deep within the confines. She felt this erection pressing into her, so she decided to play a little game of moving her ass up and down his length in a more concetrating movement. After a few moments of struggle, Emily grew tired of struggling and was so flustered from not getting off this morning. Lust came over her mind with Tim's cock now fully erect pressing very hard against in between her ass crack. " Well I'm getting in the shower." And with that Emily slipped down her cotton shorts to her ankles. Tim yerned for the feeling of her soft flesh on his love tool and in one quick yank he pulled his boxers to his ankles. Lust filled the bathroom that morning as the two siblings were closer then ever. Emily turned her head to meet Tims in a passionate kiss, swirling there tongues and experiencing true feelings of lust. Tims hands ran up under her tight little white t-shirt and grasped tightly apon her breast mounds. Emily couldn't take it anymore, reaching under her crotch to direct Tims 7 inch cock towards her love hole. Tim didn't need much more direction as he found his little sisters opening, plumitting his entire length inside of her. Emily let out a breath of relief as he pussy was filled with her oldest brothers cock. Tim held her tight around her stomach as he started to push her back into his motions. Emily arched her back somewhat and grabbed ahold of the bathroom counter, making a hard push everytime Tim pushed into her. There combined fucking motion increased into a rapid fucking. The sound of sex filled the bathroom as there pace quickened, Tim held her hips tightly as he pounded his 13 year old sisters ass, fucking her with lost abandon. After what seemed an eternity of the two crashing their mid sections into eachother, Tim felt his balls churning. " I'm going to cum Emmy" Emily used the last bit of her energy to really start slamming her ass into every crushing hump her brother was dishing out. " Me too!" With that, Tim slammed his hardest into her, sending a gushing stream of his cum deep within her depths. Thick stream after stream followed eachother, showing no signs of slowing down. Emily came hard, feeling the cock in her swell and shoot warm shots of cum deep inside of her. Tim gave her his last thundering shots, filling Emilys cunt so full of cum it was leaking out around his cock. Tim collasped on her back, cock still deep inside of Emily. After a moment, of rest, the two took a shower together and went there separate ways to get ready for school that morning.

 

It was getting close the the last days of school, so Emily knew she could be quite bold in her dress attire. She thought of her history teacher, Mr. Graves getting quite anxious around her the this year. She knew he wanted her, and she thought today would be a good day to venture in that direction. She searched through her closet and pulled out her short red and green plaid skirt, white blouse, and knee high socks. She put on her strapless bra, which pushed her breasts high and gave a sexy cleavage to her already large breasts. She put on her white blouse, tieing it at the bottom showing her navel area. She made sure that it was unbuttoned enough to show the perfect amount of cleavage. For a moment, she contemplated if she should wear any panties, then she decided to grab her white cotton panties to go with her outfit. After pulling up her white knee high socks and stapping on her shoes, she check herself in the mirror and looked herself over. Her candy red lips and golden blond hair pulled back into a ponytail satisfied her finishing touches. She then wrapped a skirt that went down to her shins, and put on another, 'conservitive' blouse over sexy outfit to please her mom's view of her before she went to school.

 

Emily talked candidly about 'things' with her mom before she was dropped off at school. She waited until her mom drove off then darted off to the side of the building where there's not much of a view to the public eye. She stripped off her fake clothing to reveal her sexy schoolgirl outfit. After stuffing her fake outfit into a bag, she was walking sexly into the school with all eyes on her. She even turned the head of the principal, who stopped to say something to Emily, but was in too much shock to even mutter a word. Emily just kept walking, going to her locker to get the books for her history class.

 

Emily being a little late from this mornings 'activities' with her older brother, she is the last to walk in to the class. All the boys drop what there doing and stare in awe as Emily makes her way to her desk. The girls in the class start whispering jealous comments about her outfit, and Mr.Graves eyes down the teen beauty as she sits down in the front of the classroom. Normal class procedures followed the next hour with Emily teasingly waving her legs open and shut for Mr.Graves to get peeks at her cotton covered snatch. As the bell rings, Emily purposely readys herself for leaving the classroom very slowly. After being the last student left in the classroom, she stands at her desk. Mr.Graves eyes the teen sex kitten standing at her desk with the hem of her tiny skirt being just slightly higher than the desktop itself. Emily makes her way to Mr.Graves desk, putting her hands on the adjasent side of the desk and leaning forward, giving the teacher an eyeful of cleavage. "Mr.Graves..." Emily innocently asks in her sexiest voice, "I know my grade in this class isn't the best, and I was really wanting to get an A. I was wondering if I could do some extra credit work." She smiled sexily, licking her lips and glancing towards Mr.Graves rising crotch. Mr.Graves smiled, "Why ofcourse Emily, but you're going to have to hurry, class starts in 5 minutes." With that Emily walks towards the door, shutting and locking it.

 

She turns back to see Mr.Graves pulling his almost fully erect 8 inch cock from his pants. Emily gets on her knees infront of her teacher and engulfs the engorged cock into her sweet little mouth. Mr.Graves moans as he watches the wanton sluts full, Angelina Jolie lips wrap around his wide cock. Emily expertly drops her mouth to his base, making this tip of his cock puncture her throat. She slides her mouth all the way to the tip, her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, then quickly drops back to the base of his cock. Mr.Graves grasps her head and helps her motion quicken. He watches the clock noticing a minute had already passed, so he stands up, pushing his cock hard against the back of her throat. He grabs tightly around both sides of her head and starts ramming the 13 year olds head, fucking it without any thought of her well being. Emily struggles at this sudden abrupt change, but adapts quickly as Mr.Graves face fucks her. Slamming inside her throat harder than ever before, Mr.Graves feels his balls churning, getting ready to release a weeks worth of semen. Just as the last 10 seconds are approaching, he pulls Emilys head off his dick and starts whacking off his soon approaching orgasm. Emily sticks out her tongue and opens wide with Mr.Graves cock tip positioned centimeters away from her open mouth. Mr.Graves roars as the first thick stream of cum gushes out and lands in the back of Emilys throat, soon followed by another equally large depost of cum. Emily feels her mouth start to fill full of semen as Mr.Graves continues to release stream after stream of hot semen into her mouth. With the last jerks of his cock, he manages to shoot cum all over her lips, mouth, and nose. The young teenagers face was covered in cum, not to mention filled to the max in her mouth where it was flowing down her chin. Before too much could escape her mouth, Emily quickly swallowed what seemed like a pint of cum in three gulps. She sucked on his tip to get the rest of his seed, sucking as if it were a milkshake. Just then Mr.Graves had noticed it was time and told her to hurry and unlock the door. Emily did so, not even thinking about the cum that was covered all over her nose, lips, and chin. As she did so, the door flung open and Principal Hawkins was standing there, astounded by the amount of cum all over Emilys face, dripping from her chin. Emily just stood there in shock, knowing she was busted. So she did what any slut would do, she lapped up as much of the cum off her face and sucked it down from her fingers. Principal Hawkins grabbed her by the arm, "You're in big trouble Missy!"

 

As they get to the principals office, he shuts and locks the door behind them. "Sit down young lady. Now what on earth do you think you're doing?" Emily stares into his eyes, hoping to get an ounce of lust from them. "I was, um...doing extra credit." Principal Hawkins looked down at Emily, "Extra credit? You mean to tell me that it was your idea suck suck Mr.Graves dick, having him cum in your mouth for extra credit." Emily innocently looked deep into his eyes, "Yes Principal Hawkins, I didn't mean for anything bad to happen, and I really needed to swallow some cum. I mean I love cock, and I really love swallowing cum. I just can't go a day without it." Principal Hawkins looked at this young girl in a new light after hearing those words 'cum' out of her mouth. "Well Emily, you are quite the slut aren't you. You know, since you are such a little slut, why don't you come over here and give me a blowjob. That way we can keep this between you, me, and Mr.Graves." Emilys eyes lit up with excitement, "Really, Yes Sir!"

 

Emily quickly got on her knees infront of the principal and noticed he was already hard from the conversation. She wrapped her lips around his 7 inch cock and started sucking with vigor. Principal Hawkins grabbed her ponytail, yanking it up and down his length. He wasn't surprised how good she was at taking his cock and after a good couple of minutes, he decided he wanted more than a blowjob. "You know what Emily, why don't you stand up for me." Emily obeyed his command, wondering why he wanted her to stop. He then ran his hands on both of her legs all the way up to her panties. With a quick yank, the panties were down at her ankles. Emily stepped out of them, then staddled the principals legs in his big chair. Principal Hawkins guided his prick to her enterence and had no resistence pushing his cock head into her wet hole. Emily dropped her weight and sank her pelvis to the base of his cock. She started riding her principal like a wild child, bringing the tip at the enterence and diving back down to the base all in a matter of miliseconds. Principal Hawkins just held her by the waste as to not let her 'fly' off of him as she wickedly rode the living hell out of him. Everytime she came crashing down hard sent the chair back a few inches until it was pressing against the wall, where it started to bang loudly. Principal Hawkins was too into sucking on her cleavage to notice the loud banging of the chair, though came to his senses as he realized this girl that was fucking the living daylights out of him was only 13 years old and a student of his. He quickly stood up, Emily still madly fucking him, and pulls her off of him, standing her up and spinning her around. Emily felt his strong hand grab her by the shoulder and pushing her down face first into his desk. His right hand then lifted the short hem of her skirt and inserted his cock back into her snatch. Rapid fucking resumed as principal Hawkins drilled the sexy schoolgirl from behind. Emily just loved getting fucked from behind, and made it known by pushing hard into every thrust Principal Hawkins had to offer. The thrill of this young slut pushing into every thing he had was sending him over the edge. He felt his balls begin to tighten, and a good two weeks of cum was flowing through his dick. He slammed into her so hard, so fast, and then he was shooting his seed into her cunt before he knew it. Load after load of cum gushed it's way into her sweet sex hole, filling her to the max. Thoughts of impregnating this little girl swam through his head a little late, and he instinctivly pulled his dick out while still cumming. Emily felt cum splashing agasint her open slit and now all over her ass. Principal Hawkins emptied the last reminents of his seed onto Emilys little pink anus. He watched it drip down her crack, cum spilling from her cunt. Emily reached her hand down inbetween her legs and cupped it to retrieve the large amount of cum escaping her pussy. All the while, principal Hawkins couldn't resist sticking his middle finger through the cum into her asshole. Emily kind of jumped slightly, but was taken aback by the slick feeling of being entered in her anus. He pumped her ass deep, past his knuckles while Emily got the last of the cum dripping from her cunt. Principal Hawkens then turned her around, sticking the cum covered finger into her mouth to suck on. After she cleaned his finger, she started to drink the handful of cum she collected from her cunt. "That's a good girl. Now Emily, to keep this our little secret, you're going to have to come and fuck me whenever I call. You got that?" Emily smiled with her satisfied cum covered lips, "Yes Principal Hawkins." Hawkins took her panties in hand, "And I'm keeping these as a souveneer of our sex filled adventure today." Emily smiled and straightened her pleated skirt, swaying her hips back and forth as she exited the office.

 

The rest of the day, Emily just couldn't get it out of her head that she had finally got Mr.Graves, and on top of that she fucked her Principal. She had almost forgot she even fucked her brother earlier this morning in the bathroom. Sitting in English class, the days exploits ran through her head. The transe she was in was cut short as Mr.Graves walked into the classroom. He went up to Mr.Newman and quietly started chatting with him. Emily noticed his glance, and Mr.Newmans smirk towards her direction. She knew they had to be talking about her. Emily started to get all hot and horny, knowing they were probally planning on how they were going to fuck her. It was lunch after this period and Emily knew there would be adiquet time. Just then the bell rang and again, Emily was the last in the classroom. She acted as if nothing was on the older mens minds as she made her way to the door. Mr.Graves stepped infront of the door, shutting and locking it before Emily could leave. "I know what you and Principal Hawkins did young lady. Now it's our turn," he said with a wicked smile. Emily was getting really wet now and couldn't wait any longer. She dropped her bag and made her way to Mr.Newman who was standing there still in disbelief. Emily stood close to him, looking up at the tall man with lustful eyes. She ran her hand up his leg and to her surprise felt a bulge rather low in his briefs. "Ooo, aren't we well equiped." Mr.Newman smiled, knowing he was well endowed. "Well why don't you find out for yourself Emily, you little whore." Emily unziped his pants, pulling them down to see a huge impression in his boxers. Emily couldn't wait and quickly removed his boxers to reveal a limp 7 inches. Emily knew he wasn't even hard and could only imagine the size at full erection. She dropped to her knees and grabbed the thick shaft in her soft hands and lifts the heavy cock to her mouth. She sucks it into her mouth, letting it fall with a plop, then again doing this until it begins to swell. As it hardens, Emily starts to quicken her pace and sucks hard on his huge cock. A minute later, she looks back at Mr.Graves to see himself preparing himself. As she turns back, she see's Mr.Newmans cock had grown to it's full 11 inches. Emily opens wide and tries her hardest to deep throat the huge member, Mr.Newman smiles at the 13 year olds attempt to take his huge manhood fully in her mouth. Just then Mr.Graves lifts her skirt up and shoves his cock into her soaking wet pussy. "Mmmmm!" Emily moans around the huge cock in her mouth as Mr.Graves starts pumping her pussy full of his shaft. Mr.Newman takes advantage of the pistoning jolts Emily is receiving from behind and starts pushing his dick deeper into the cock sluts throat. Emily nearly chokes as Mr.Newman starts fucking her face. The two much larger bodies on each side of Emilys tiny frame look almost unbelievable as the three commence serious fucking. After what seems like a good ten minutes, the two men roughly increase there pounding of the little slut, sending their cum flying in both ends of her. Emily can't believe the amount of cum she is swallowing, flooding from her mouth and down her chin. Mr.Graves unloads his cum and pulls out to release the rest onto her anus. As the two men finish emptying there loads, Emily turns to suck Mr.Graves cock clean of the cum, then back to Mr.Newman. She goes back and forth between the two like an expert cock hungry slut, bring both men to full hardness again. Mr.Graves then grabs her hips and swings her midsection towards his cock. Emily is caught off balance, then regains balance as she plants her knees on both sides of Mr.Graves legs. Mr.Graves then sticks his thumb in the cum covered anus, preparing her for what's to come. "You're gonna take my cock up your ass you little slut." Before Emily could say anything, Mr.Graves positions his cock at the enterence of her anus, pressing it hard and thrusting his shaft half way up her ass. "Uggghh!!!" Emily moans out in both pain and pleasure as Mr.Graves leans back, making Emily drop the remaing length of her ass down to the base of his cock. Emily spreads her legs wide while being pulled back by her ponytail. Mr.Newman positions himself inbetween her legs, pressing his huge 11 inch cock inside the well fucked cum filled pussy. He pushes deep until he is fully inside of her. Emily moans loudly as she is filled to the max with cock in her ass and pussy. The two teachers start a rocking motion, see-sawing their cocks into her holes. They start out slow, then pick up speed as the seconds pass by. Before she knew it, she was receiving a total fuck from both her teachers. Mr.Newman and Mr.Graves both mauled Emilys plump tits as they fucked her intensly. Out of nowhere, Mr.Newman had gone mad. He started barking out who knows what while grabbing very tightly onto Emilys waste, fucking her so hard, so fast. Mr.Graves even wondered what the hell got into Mr.Newman, he was slamming down so hard, Emily almost went from dick base deep in her ass all the way to his tip with every intense thrust Mr.Newman had deliverd. Emily saw the lustful crazy look in Mr.Newmans eyes as he mindlessly collided into her crotch with what seemed a 1000 pounds of pressure. Mr.Graves had to adjust himself everytime to keep his dick from plopping out of her ass as Mr.Newman sent Emily almost flying forward with every slamming hump. Mr.Graves couldn't take it anymore, "I'm cumming!!" He sent his seed deep into the depths of Emilys bowels. Mr.Newman realizing she was all his now lifted her up, almost just by his dick, and layed her across the desk. He grabbed Emilys ankles and spread them wide while lifting them to her ears. Mr.Graves watched in awe as Mr.Newman went back to his phsycho drilling of his 11 inch cock into this 5 foot 3 inch 100lb. 13 year old girl. He was fucking her so hard, his desk would jolt forward with every thrust. Emily was in complete submission as this older man was ravaging her young cunt. She had never experienced such a huge cock before and man was she experienceing one. "Oh my god! Ohhh!" Is all she could mutter through her pants and quick intakes of breath. Mr.Newman wouldn't stop the furocious act, he pounded and pounded the tiny girl for what seemed forever to Emily. Mr.Graves had left, came back 45 mintues later, and was in complete shock that Mr.Newman was still fucking the living daylights out of Emily. The desk had moved from one side of the room to the other. The desk chairs were all pushed out of the way by the desk and it was now jammed against the wall, making a loud banging noise. Emily looked over at Mr.Graves with glazed over eyes, almost a 'help me' look. He walked up to the two fuck mates, "Wow, you are really putting it to her, can I cut in?" Mr.Newman looked over at Mr.Graves with an evil look, then smiled devilishly. He pulled his huge over swollen cock out of Emilys pussy with a loud plop. Mr.Graves caught eye of the over fucked pussy and was amazed at how fucked it was. With a smile, Mr.Newman helped Emily to her shaky feet, sat down on the desk, then lifted her tiny frame above his massive cock. Emily, with legs spread wide, planted her feet on each side of Mr.Newman and waited for him to guide his cock inside of her ass. She lowered inch by inch until Mr.Newman found her anus and pulled her down hard. Emily shrieked loudly, then adjusted her body to give access to Mr.Graves. He moved between her legs and inserted his rigid cock inside her used pussy. Emily wrapped her arms around Mr.Graves neck as she tried her best to go up and down onto their cocks. She used her legs to almost jump up, and her weight to fall back down as the two men jolted upwards into each of her drops. Mr.Graves knew that lunch would soon be over and that they needed to hurry, so he grabbed Emily by her tiny waste and helped her in her motions. The tight anal passage was too much for Mr.Newman, he knew he would be cumming soon. He too grabbed Emily by the waste and pratically took over both Emilys and Mr.Graves attempt to quicken the pace. Both men were now jabbing hard into Emilys love holes, slamming into her body with strength beyond Emilys wildest dreams. She was cumming, and her moans sent the two teachers on edge. After Emily went limp from her intense orgasm, she was brought to her knees, her two teachers cocks pointing at her mouth. They both roared at the same time, releasing gobs of cum into her mouth, splashing also in her eyes, nose, cheeks, and chin. The teen sluts face was covered with there ongoing streams of cum. Emily swallowed what she had in her mouth and they made sure the rest followed.

 

Emily tried her best to compose herself for the rest of the school day, but after getting fucked so hard, it was easily noticed by all the boys. They made remarks about how she was a slut and if they could get a blowjob too. Emily just ignored them and went home flustered. Little did she know that her big brother had told his brother about there fling in the bathroom and that they were expecting her when she got home for school.

 

To be continued...

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.

 

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. 

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.