After a gruelling hour of tactics and practise, the girls were herded into the shower rooms to clean themselves up for the next lesson.
Morgan never the bashful type was first into the steaming hot shower area and was almost through before the other girls came in.
She quickly scampered away to the dressing room as the others filed into shower, being alone in the room towelling herself dry, she did not notice Ms Fuller watching her every move.

Ms Fuller was breathing heavily through flared nostrils her chest heaving at the sight of the nubile young girl, rubbing her body dry in front of her. She wished it were her hands that were rubbing Morgan's body dry, her own mouth was dry with anticipation, she was racking her brains trying to decide how to get closer to this gorgeous girl.

Morgan was oblivious to the ogling she was getting from Ms Fuller; she carried on getting herself ready for the next lessons.
Ms Fuller called out to Morgan, “you were very good today Morgan, how do you like Hockey?”

“I really enjoyed it,” Morgan replied with great enthusiasm.
“Would you like to take on a Master class Ms Fuller asked her?”
“Oh yes please,!” Morgan gushed so proud and happy to have been selected. “Who will be teaching us Ms Fuller?” Morgan enquired?
“Me of course silly, and when we are not in formal school, you may call me Fran. As my given name is Francis, my parents never like to hear my name shortened, but I did so call me Fran OK?”

“Yes Fran,” Morgan mumbled, a little in awe of her. “When do we start” asked Morgan?
“On Saturday morning” she replied, “ask your Mum and Dad if it is ok, I will pick you up on my way to the stadium”.

Morgan arrived home, and could not wait to tell her parents the news about the Hockey master class, her Mum was pleased, her Father was a little put out, thinking he would be landed with the taking and fetching from the Stadium. Morgan told him that Ms Fuller was going to pick her up and drop her back, with that her Father was very pleased and gave her a big hug.

Saturday came, and Morgan was on her way to the stadium with Fran, when they arrived they found that the Hockey master class had been cancelled due to damage on the all weather pitch. Morgan was very disappointed, Fran suggested that they practice at her Fathers home which was a mile from where Morgan lived, he had large playing courts for the county tennis club, “we could practice there, it would be a pity to waste the morning now that we are prepared” said Fran.
Morgan agreed, and they set off in Fran’s car. They arrived at Fran’s fathers estate and Morgan was surprised at how big it was, they stopped outside a summer house come pavilion. “Get your stuff and we can change inside” Fran said? 
Soon they were in there Hockey kit and both were hard at practising passing and shooting at goal, Morgan was very adept for her age, she had a natural ability to judge distance and speed. Quite soon, she had Fran almost out of breath, having been chased all around the pitch.

After an hour Fran stopped for the day, come on we can change and shower in the House.
“Oh its ok I can shower at my house when I get home” Morgan said, “no way you need to shower here, otherwise you could catch a chill” Fran scolded gently.

In the big house, Fran showed Morgan to her bedroom where she had an on suite Bath/Showeroom.
“Take your time everyone is out, so we will not be disturbing anybody,  Fran said?

Morgan as was her usual way, she was undressed and in the shower in a flash. Fran equally as fast walked into the shower, “you don’t mind if we share do you Morgan?” Morgan was a little embarrassed; Fran’s milky white skin and her pointed breast’s also fascinated her.
“Haven’t you seen another girl’s body before,” Fran asked?
“Sorry”, Morgan said hanging her head with embarrassment; “I did not mean to stare.”
“That is all right, you do not have to be embarrassed, after all, we are both girls are we not?” asked Fran?

Morgan looked up at Fran; she saw that Fran was soaping her breasts and that she was staring at Morgan.
“Would you soap my back please” Fran asked Morgan.
Timidly Morgan took the soap and flannel and began to rub soap all over Fran's shoulders.
Fran turned around to face Morgan, “now my front” she said with authority.
Meekly Morgan's hands began to knead the soap around the pert globes in front of her, she could feel the nipples hardening, she could see that Fran's nostrils were flaring and her breathing was getting heavier.
“Are you OK Ms, I mean Fran”, “yes I am fine. Now, let me have the flannel it is your turn now,” Fran stammered.

Fran's hands roamed across Morgan's shoulders, and around her small budding breasts.
Morgan felt her pussy getting wet from the attention Fran was giving her nipples.
Fran's fingers went between Morgan's thighs and rubbed the crease of her wet pussy, “someone likes it in the shower?” Fran smiled.
Morgan's breath was coming in spurts, as she felt Fran's fingers press into her silky crease. She felt a sudden shock as her body convulsed, Fran had found her little button, and in a flash Morgan erupted into spasms of  delightfully shuddering streaks of pleasure, shot throughout her body and soul.
Fran gently pressed two fingers into Morgan’s pulsating wet pussy, tweaking her clitoris. Gushes of cum washed over her finger as the child had her first orgasm.

“Lets go into my room” she whispered seductively into Morgan's ear, she guided Morgan from the shower encapsulated in a big thick bath towel.

Pushing Morgan onto her back on the luxurious bed, Fran began to massage Morgan's legs and her thighs.
The towel came away from Morgan's lithe body, Fran spread Morgan's legs wide and bent down to her wet slit, her tongue darting in and out of her wet snatch, like a viper.

Morgan gasped as her body shook from the delights of Fran's tonguing.
Fran rolled away for a second, as she put her hand into her bedside draw and came out with a white dildo which was floppy but rigid.

Pressing the on button Fran's raised the vibrating tip to Morgan's small breasts, almost immediately her nipples sprung up like two little stalks, Morgan gasped and twisted her body wanting more from this wonderful machine.
“You like this little toy,” asked Fran?
“Oh god yes”, Morgan gasped.
Fran steered the white poker down over Morgan's stomach, and she pushed it against her wet slit, catching the tip of her throbbing clit.

Morgan arched her body upwards trying to meet the vibrating phallus, she was almost begging with her body language.
Fran gently pushed the white poker into her wet slit, travelling over her engorged clit she found her open lips and pushed the dildo deep inside her body.

Morgan’s body went rigid, and then it began to tremble in tune with the vibrating poker inside her wet cunt. She bucked as her vaginal muscles trapped the white poker inside her small body.

Then through a haze of red and blue mist, Morgan felt her inner being at the beginning of an eruption which cascaded throughout her whole insides.
Culminating in a massive orgasm, the like she had never ever anticipated or thought could happen.

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Ruth is a young looking woman, easily mistaken for being in her mid thirties, ten years less than her actual age, which she wasn‘t about to reveal to anyone that didn‘t need to know. She is a natural redhead with big green eyes, has never had a problem with her weight, and her breasts which are 36C’s are still just as perky as they were when she was a teen.

Ruth has been divorced for a couple of years now. After a failed marriage and a couple of lousy relationships, she currently has resigned herself to being single and enjoying it. It’s not that she wouldn’t like to have a man n her life, but she has decided she’d rather be alone than be with the wrong guy. She could always rely on her battery operated friend to take care of her physical needs anyhow.

The drive home from work usually takes Ruth about half an hour, but the way the snow was coming down, it turned into an hour and fifteen minute drive. By the time she hit town, she was exhausted. She decided to stop by the station where Jason works to pick up bread and milk before going the rest of the way home. That way she could at least check on him and make sure everything what alright.

Jason is what you’d commonly refer to as a good kid. He goes to school full time and works part time to help his Mom pay for it. He’s a good looking young man, never overbearing, and always willing to lend a hand to someone in need. Ruth has always been very proud of him, and she’s always had every right to be.

When he saw her pull into the station he felt relief, he had been trying to call her at the house just to make sure she got home alright and was starting to get quite worried. At least now he could stop worrying and concentrate on his job. He reminded her he’d be working till 11:00 and promised to come straight home after work. You know how mothers worry, but the drive home from the station is only a couple of miles.

By the time Ruth finally made it home, there were almost six fresh inches of snow on the ground. She gave the sidewalk a quick sweeping and finally went inside. She had to call both her Mom and her sister to let them know she’d made it home in one piece and decided to take a nice long hot bath to relax.

She had a nice long soak in the tub then fixed herself some dinner making sure to fix enough for Jason to heat up when he got home. She had barely finished eating when the power went off. The house was pitch black but luckily for her, she loves candles so she was able to quickly get at least a small amount of light. She thought that perhaps she should check the breakers until she looked out the window and saw that the power was off all over the neighborhood. “Oh great!” She thought, “The snow must have knocked down some wires.

Ruth knew there wasn’t a thing she could do but wait for the power to come back on. She resigned herself to the fact that this was going to be a very boring evening. She soon nodded off and was awaked by Jason coming in the door. As she looked at her watch and saw it was only 10:00 she started to worry.

“What’s wrong Jason? Why are you home so early?” she quickly asked.

“Nothings wrong Mom” he answered, “The power is just out, can’t pump any gas without electricity.” he added.

Without any power Ruth was unaware that nearly the entire county was without electricity. The snow storm was bad, roads were being closed, power was out, there was nearly a foot of snow already, and it wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down.

Ruth got up and heated up the supper she’d left for Jason, “At least we have a gas stove.” she thought. She couldn’t help but notice that the house was already getting a little chilly. She hadn’t thought of it till then, but quickly realized it was probably going to be a very cold night. She knew there was no use in complaining, they’d just have to make the best of a bad situation.

After chatting with Jason for a few minutes Ruth decided she might as well just go to bed. She put on a nice warm sweat suit and crawled under her blankets. Despite the cold and worrying about waking up on time for work in the morning, she quickly drifted off into a nice deep sleep.

Ruth had no way of knowing what time it was, but she was awakened awhile later by Jason. He was gently shaking her shoulder and saying “Mom, wake up, it’s really cold in here! It’s so cold I think we could freeze to death in here!”

Ruth felt immediately how cold it had become. To think they’d freeze to death was probably a bit extreme, but it was very cold indeed. She knew however, there wasn’t much they could do about it. “go get the comforter off of your bed and put it on top of my blankets, then get under here with me” she said. Then adding, “The only thing I can think of is that we’ll just have to share our body heat.”

Jason wasn’t about to argue with her, he went and got the comforter, put it atop her blankets, and snuggled up to her as quickly as he could. The were both shivering at first so they snuggled up close and it worked. Sharing their body heat under the blankets made them comfortable enough to drop off into dream land. The rest of the night passed without incident.

When Ruth awoke the next morning, it was with a start. She was laying on her side and Jason was snuggled up close to her. His arm was around her and his hand was cupping her breast. She could here tell by the way he breathing that clearly he was sound asleep. So she gently took his hand and pushed it way from her boob. She then reached for her watch and got another start, it was a half an hour past her starting time at work.

She quickly jumped out of bed and the stark reality of the power still being off hit her like a slap in the face. The house was absolutely freezing and one quick look out the window told her she wasn’t going anywhere. The snow plow hadn’t come anywhere close to their street yet. She quickly grabbed her cell phone to call the office to let them know. She was relieved in a way when a security guard answered and told her that the building was shut down for at least the day. It seems the storm had dumped so much snow that there was a state of emergency and nobody was going anywhere.

It was so chilly that she felt her best option now was to heat some water on the stove for some coffee and get back in bed while she waited for it. Jason was still sound asleep laying on his back. She snuggled up close to him to warm up and put her arm around him.

Ruth felt a bit strange being snuggled that close to Jason, especially after waking to find his hand cupping her breast, but she was too cold not to. As she waited for her water to boil she thought it over and realized that in his sleep, Jason was merely looking for warmth, she assured herself it had to be something unconscious that he wasn’t even aware of.

When she heard the kettle whistle, she quickly got out of bed, fixed herself a cup of coffee, and got back into bed. A couple of minutes out of bed told her exactly where she was going to stay until the heat came back on. Right there under the covers.

“Oh God it’s still cold in here!” Jason said as he awoke making Ruth laugh.

“Just stop whining mister!” she said to him. Adding, “We’re going to be stuck in this bed till the power comes back on and I’m not sharing my bed with a crybaby!” then she told him, “If you have to pee, go, and if you want some coffee the water is still hot, I just boiled it, if you’re getting out of this bed fine, but hurry up and get your butt back into it and keep me warm!”

“Now look who’s whining.” Jason replied sarcastically and crawled out of bed to take a leak. “brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!” He too felt like the cold slapped him in the face the moment he stepped out from under the covers.

He hurried to pee, then grabbed a quick cup of coffee. He couldn’t wait to feel the warmth of the blankets again. He snuggled up close again to his Mom and she wrapped her arm around him. She had her head on his shoulder and absentmindedly put her hand under his sweatshirt and was caressing his chest. It felt warm and she saw no harm in what her hand was doing.

They weren’t saying much, just enjoying the warmth and as Ruth’s hand continued to caress Jason’s chest, he slid his hand under her shirt and caressed her lower back. This went on for quite awhile, neither saying a word.

After awhile, Jason began to become aroused and he prayed his Mom wouldn’t notice. He didn’t ant to get turned on, but he was. He didn’t help his own situation though when he slid his hand into his Mom’s sweat pants and started to caress her panty clad ass. He had done it so slowly that until his hand covered her ass she hadn’t really even noticed it.

They lay like that for a long time, neither saying a word. Ruth was lost in thoughts of how nice Jason’s hand felt upon her ass and he was thinking how nice her touch upon his chest was. As they continued to caress one another many thoughts ran through their minds. Many of them they tried to block out. There had never been ay sexual tension between the two before but there was a definite tension growing now.

Jason had an erection and it mortified him. He could only imagine how bad his mother would freak out if she knew. He tried to think of anything he could that would make it go away, but it just wouldn’t. he even removed her hand from Ruth’s bottom, but it didn’t help and his hand would absentmindedly slide back every time he removed it.

Ruth meanwhile had become aware of Jason’s arousal. As she had caressed his chest and stomach her arm had hit a certain lump a couple of times. She wasn’t sure what to think about it. She understood that a young man holding a woman would become aroused, even took it as a compliment, but was a bit embarrassed to be holding him in that state. She didn’t notice however that as if of a mind of its own, her hand kept getting closer and closer to the top of Jason’s sweat pants until it made contact with the hem line. She didn’t go beyond that, but the thought crossed her mind.

The silence between them continued for quite some time, until finally there was a noise that brought them both back to their senses. The ringing of a cell phone. Jason hopped out of bed to get it and for a moment Ruth caught a glimpse of the rather large tent in front of his sweats. She tried not to think about it, but at the time there wasn’t much else to think about.

Jason brought the phone into the room and handed it to his Mom. It was her sister Elaine calling to see if they were making out alright. She had been able to find out that there were telephone poles down all over the area and it might be a couple of more days before anyone had power. When Ruth told her that Jason her she were snuggling together to keep warm, Elaine actually told her she was jealous.

“I wish it was me that got to spend quality time in bed with that gorgeous boy!” she said.

“Stop being a sicko!” Ruth then scolded her.

“Oh you know I’m just teasing” her sister assured her, but adding, “But don’t do anything with him that I wouldn’t do.”

When Ruth hung up the phone she tried to get her mind off of such thoughts. There was no way she was sexually attracted to Jason and he certainly wasn’t attracted to her. She assured herself that his arousal was simply a guy being a guy. Rubbing against a woman’s body will do that to a guy she thought.

She told Jason that she was getting hungry and went into the kitchen. She started the stove up thinking something hot would feel good to them and it’d heat the place up a little. This a least got her mind off of sex for awhile. What she had no way of knowing of course was that Jason was trying his best to get his mind off of it too.

By the time the meal had cooked and was eaten, the kitchen began to cool off again. Ruth crawled back into bed before he chill set in but Jason stayed out in the kitchen to call a couple of friends on the cell. By the time he finally crawled back into bed he was freezing.

Ruth was laying on her side and he snuggled up to her spooning as close to her as he could get. He was so cold his entire body was shivering.

“Oh you poor boy,” Ruth said,” hold me close and I’ll warm you up.”

A few minutes of holding his Mom did the trick. He was finally getting warm again. His body responded by becoming aroused again though. He got a hard on and this time there was no hiding it. It was pressing right against Ruth’s body. He was mortified but she didn’t say a word about it.

Ruth was also mortified, but she didn’t think saying anything about it would help. She didn’t want him to think she was bothered by it. She knew he couldn’t help it. She also didn’t want him to be embarrassed. It just happened. So she said nothing all the while finding herself actually enjoying the feel of it pressing against her.

Jason found himself wanting to grind against his Mom but knew he couldn’t. he held her very close with his arm just under her breasts and wanted so badly to touch them. He didn’t dare do it though. He had tried to get his mind off of sex but just couldn’t. now it’s all he could think of.

Neither knew that the other was thinking the same thoughts. They each were just becoming growingly more frustrated by trying not to think such things. It got to a point where you could almost cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. Jason couldn’t stand it anymore and rolled over flat onto his back and let out a deep sigh.

Ruth quickly rolled over and asked, “What’s wrong Honey? Is something bothering you?” A stupid question no doubt, but it was the first thing that had popped into her mind to say.

“No, I’m ok Mom, I just needed to shift, I was getting a cramp.” Jason replied. He couldn’t’ tell her what was wrong but they both knew. He wanted to so badly, and had no idea that she had also reached a boiling point and almost wished he’d tell her.

When Jason he rolled over Ruth had turned so that she was facing him. Having felt his erection pressing into her for so long had made her so wet she couldn’t stand it. She put her hand on his chest just as she had before but this time she couldn’t seem to control herself. She looked him right in the eyes and said, “If you tell anyone about this I will kill you.” and with that she slid her hand down his belly, under his sweat pants, and grasped his hard cock.

She was trying to tell herself she’d just stroke his cock, give him the badly needed release he needed but she couldn’t stop herself. She kissed him on he lips and then started working down his chest, his stomach, and then pushing his sweats down, she began to kiss his engorged seven inch cock.

“Oh God Mom, I love you!” exclaimed Jason, “I’ve been thinking about you all day, I didn’t think you want to do this!”

With that she told him to just shut up and started licking his shaft. She licked from the head down to his balls, taking time to kiss and lick his entire ball sack. She then licked her way back up his shaft and then opened wide and swallowed his cock. She was loving every minute of this as much as he was.

After several minutes of Ruth giving him head he knew he was getting close to exploding. “Mom! Mom! You’ve got to slow down! I’m going to cum soon if you don’t!” he said with urgency.

Ruth quickly took her mouth off his hard cock and told him to help her get her sweat pants off. This took a few moments with them trying to stay under the blankets and it was just the break Jason needed. Once her bottom was off she straddled his face and lowered her pussy to his mouth and resumed sucking his cock.

They licked and sucked one another in a frenzy. Ruth came the moment Jason touched her clit with his tongue and didn’t slow down a beat. She gave him a wondrous dose of her love juices and sucked all the more so she’d get a dose of his.

Just as Ruth was about to experience her second orgasm Jason’s cock swelled in her mouth and she felt it begin to pulsate. They filled each other’s mouth’s with sweet creamy love juices. It was a moment neither ever wanted to end but like all good things it had to.

Ruth curled back into Jason’s arms and gave him a huge kiss. It was like no other kiss they’d ever shared before, but was only the first of many to come. They shared the juices that were in their respective mouths as they did.

As they kissed as lovers for the first time, suddenly the power came back on. Ruth laughed and told Jason, “Hurry up and go shut out the lights honey, then get your ass back into this bed, Momma needs fucked and she needs fucked right now!”

 

 

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It was close to Christmas time and I had just turned fifteen. I had begun to notice girls at school, but was not totally infatuated by them like some of my friends. I was strongly involved with sports and FFA and other activities, and these type things held my attention for the most part. I guess I was what you might call a late bloomer in that department. While my friends were talking about their girlfriends, and kissing, and a few steamier things, I was still concentrating more on sports and cars and such. I had a few "girlfriends" from time to time, but usually nothing more than holding hands in the hall or passing notes in class. To me, it was more of a status symbol to have a girlfriend. After all, if you had a girlfriend, you were considered cool. And if you didn’t like girls, you were gay, right? And I wasn’t gay by any means, so I played along with the game. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive junior high and high school, and I was a pretty popular guy. It just wouldn’t look right if I didn’t have a girlfriend.

The only sexual experience I had with a girl had been around this time, and was the result of a wild and unusual situation. We were at a Halloween party, when a girl whom most of us thought as pretty much a weirdo showed up. She was never at any of the parties, but for some reason she was at this one. She ended up getting wasted drinking coke and rum and the boys began to pay more attention to her. She wasn’t bad looking, and actually had a great body. She was short, at only 5'0" tall, but this helped to emphasize some of her physical features. She was hispanic and had long black hair. She was well groomed and looked cute in the face although not what most would consider gorgeous. Her body was what I would call athletic, and what most of my friends would call fat. She wasn’t fat but she was fairly thick. Her ass stuck out, but was well rounded and her breasts were above average sized. Her stomach only showed a slight pudge and I thought her eyes were great. Me and about four other friends of mine got to talking to her and she was drunk as could be. Before long we were all with her in the back bedroom and she was letting us touch and kiss her just about anywhere we wanted. Her clothes were still on at the time, but it was very sexy. Suddenly one of the guys asked her if she was going to give us all a blowjob, really just in a joking manner, but to our surprise she said yes. I don’t think she really knew what she was saying but we didn’t care. We were getting pretty drunk also, and a blowjob sounded awesome to us. We decided to go after it one at a time, and so we drew straws to see who would go first and who would have to wait outside the door for their turn. Not being lucky night, I drew the longest straw and had to wait to go last. One after another we took turns at her offer. By the time I was up, and all the boys had gotten theirs and returned to the party smiling, she looked a mess. Her eyes were barely open and her face and hair were all messed up. She had cum dripping from her chin. She was a sight, but nonetheless sexy to me. I was horny as could be by the time I finally came in. She grabbed my cock as I was still pushing my jeans down, and began sucking on it. I reached over to her as she lay on the bed and began to rub her nice hard tits. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen or felt and unfortunately I couldn’t hold back any longer. Without warning, I began gushing inside her mouth as she sucked. I felt bad as she choked and gasped for air, but not bad enough to continue to cum all over her hair. After it was over, she was still choking a little and looked like she might get sick. I felt bad, but decided to leave before she yakked on me or something. I guess it wasn’t a fairytale first time, but it sure got my rocks off just the same.

When we let out for Christmas break, I was most looking forward to seeing Brad and Jill for the holidays. They were probably my two best friends in the world. Christmas time was my favorite time of the year, not only because of all the lights, and the tree, and the presents and everything, but also because I knew I would get to spend a lot of time with my cousins. Brad was still fourteen at the time and Jill was thirteen. I knew we would be able to spend a lot of time together and I was excited to say the least. It was my favorite thing about Christmas. The presents were nice, but spending time with my cousins was a real gift. Almost as soon as I got home that last day of school, I was quizzing mom about when we would go see them.

As it turned out, that particular Christmas started out with a huge disappointment. Brad had gotten pneumonia and we would not be able to go see them until he got better. I was devastated to say the least upon hearing this. I couldn’t imagine going all Christmas without seeing my cousins. That’s when my mom said, "Maybe Jill could come to visit us."

"You mean by herself?"

"Sure, I know you like Jill and she could come up here and see us, and then maybe if Brad got better in time, he could come later."

I was still disappointed about Brad being sick, but it sounded better than nothing. I mean, I did like spending time with Jill, I just didn’t know about spending all Christmas break with her. I was a guy after all, and I didn’t know how much fun it would be with just a girl around to play with all the time. But then I began to think of the positives. She was still one of my best friends and they had never come to see us during Christmas before, we had always gone to their house. I started to get exited about the new possibilities when mom called my aunt to get the go-ahead.

Jill arrived a few days later and I was pleasantly surprise. Not only did mom tell me she could stay until Christmas Eve, which was a nice surprise in itself, but I also noticed some differences in Jill. I hadn’t seen her much in several months, and she looked really different. Jill had always been kinda like a tom boy I guess you would say. She had always dressed in jeans and t-shirts and didn’t seem to care about her appearance. It was one of the things I appreciated about her, and why I liked her so much before. Now, though, she was much more like a young lady. She was almost as tall as me now, at about 5'7". She was dressed in a nice mini skirt and a blouse. She had her hair in a pony tail with her long bangs drifting down her face. Her short white socks along with her white Keds brand shoes were also a new addition. And though I might have frowned at it a year ago, I must admit that now she was very appealing. I felt a strange sensation as she ran up and hugged me around the neck. She seemed much more like a stranger, but I didn’t want to release her from her hug. The new fashion was not the only change that had taken place. Jill was always cute I guess, but I never realized how much so until that day. I suddenly found myself comparing her to girls at my school, only to realize that she was much hotter than any I had seen. She had a gorgeous face that was accented by a great smile. She had started wearing some make-up which made her features even more appealing, although she could have worn none and been beautiful. Her breasts had also grown a great deal. I had remembered her as always being sort of flat-chested, but now she had some of the largest breasts I had ever seen for her age. Her legs were tanned, by the miracle of tanning salons I’m sure, and were long, slender, and smooth. She was nothing like I had pictured she would be. She was growing up.

"How’s it going cuz?" she said.

"Fine, just fine. Sorry to hear about Brad though."

"Yeah, it’s a shame. You and I will just have to figure out how to have fun by ourselves I guess."

I thought I saw a strange look in Jill’s eye as she said this. Suddenly the possibilities rumbled through my head. I shook them away though and made pleasantries with my aunt as we entered the house. My aunt stayed the night and we shared some great stories. She was wonderful to be around, always in a good mood and always with stories to tell. I was disappointed when she said she was leaving in the morning but would be back in a week to get Jill.

The next morning after we had said goodbye to my aunt, Jill suggested we play monopoly. It was one of our favorite games and it always became competitive. She was beating the crap out of me this day, however. She had me distracted with the tank top and shorts she had decided to wear. They were small and tight on her and accentuated her features nicely. She also had her hair in pig tails, and for some reason it was driving me nuts. My cock stayed hard almost constantly, as she wiped my ass at monopoly. We played late into the day when my mom came in all dressed up.

"We have to go to a Christmas party for your dad’s work tonight. Do you two think you can entertain yourselves for a while? We might be late getting back."

"Sure mom, we will be just fine."

I have to admit I was a little nervous about being alone with Jill. She was the same old cousin I had been around for years, but she had also turned into the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I shook my head and tried to think of something else. I would be lying to you if I said I didn’t touch myself the night before while thinking about Jill running up to me and hugging me when she arrived hours earlier. I was imagining the way her breasts pressed into my chest when she hugged me as I blew my load into the sock I had placed around my cock. I often masturbated, but never to Jill before, and now here she was at my house and I was going to be alone with her. I felt a little guilt for a moment like she might sense what I was thinking, but I had pretty much regained senses when my parents left for the party.

We decided to play some card games after my parents left. We were chatting along as we always did when the conversation turned more personal.

"Do you have a girlfriend yet?" Jill asked.

"Not really. I have had a few, but right now I’m kinda in between girlfriends. What about you?"

"No, I really only liked one boy at my school. We went out to the movies a couple times but he turned out to be prudish."

"What do you mean?," I asked.

"Well, you know, I don’t really think he knows what he’s doing. I mean, guys always talk big to their friends, but he never does anything when I’m alone with him."

"What would you like him to do?"

"I don’t know. I guess I just expected more to happen. He won’t even kiss me goodnight. I know he wants to, and I am all ready and everything, but it’s like he chickens out or something."

I knew exactly what she meant. I remember in junior high how all of my buddies would talk a big game about how much of a stud they were. It was all bullshit and I knew it. I was in the same boat as they were and I knew the truth. I was absolutely petrified most of the time when I was alone with a girl. We would usually do nothing more than hold hands and maybe a few awkward kisses and that was it. I hadn’t even done that but a couple of times. Some of the guys did have sex, but it was usually because they had been with the same girl for so long. Maybe I’m nieve but that is what I thought anyway. I was getting very uncomfortable with all this type of talk and I decided to change the subject. That’s when I remembered dad’s liquor cabinet.

"I’ve got a great idea, if your game."

She looked kind of excited by my proposal. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Dad has a bottle of whisky that has been in the back of the liquor cabinet for years. I sipped on it a few times here and there. What say after they get home and go to bed, we get it out and mix us up a couple of drinks?"

She smiled really big at that suggestion.

"Sure! I’ve never drank before, but I’ve always wanted to. I say you’re on."

Just then the telephone rang. It was mom on the other line. She sounded a little drunk and had some very unexpected news. The party they had gone to was about ten miles out in the country and, although Jill and I hadn’t even noticed, it had snowed several inches since they had left and it was still coming down very hard.

"I hate to do this, but your father and I are thinking about staying the night over here. We have both had a little too much to drink, and with the snow storm coming on so strong, we are a little nervous about driving home. Will you two be all right if we stayed until tomorrow?"

I went and looked out the window while she was talking. The snow was really coming down and everything in sight was already under fairly deep snow. By the looks of things, we were in for a big one. I assured her we would be all right and she began her speech about what to do if we needed anything, and what we could eat if we got hungry, and so on. I had to reassure her several more times before we finally said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. I then turned back to Jill who was looking out of the picture window at the snow storm.

"Looks like we’re on our own for a while."

She turned to me and said, "Well, I guess we don’t have to wait to break open the whiskey bottle then."

I smiled and went into the kitchen. I have to admit that I loved to drink. Being fifteen, I hadn’t been drunk but a handful of times, and was really looking forward to it. I knew dad would never know the bottle was missing, even if we drank the whole thing. I mixed us a couple of bourbon and cokes and went into the living room.

Over the next couple of hours, we drank several glasses of bourbon and played many hands of hearts. We were making small talk about this and that, nothing really too interesting, but I did notice that Jill was getting rather drunk and was starting to laugh at everything I said. I guess it was the whisky as much as anything, but Jill was looking hotter and hotter by the glass. I began to see her in a little different light as the night went on. I think she was eyeing me as well. I was spending more and more time studying her ample breasts and her nice tanned legs and she was looking me over as well. I didn’t really suspect anything would really come of it until she made a very interesting proposal.

She slurred a little as she asked, "I’m getting tired of hearts. You wanna try some poker?"

"I’m game I guess, but we don’t have any poker chips or anything."

She gave a very seductive grin and said, "I guess we could play strip poker."

If it weren’t for the whisky, I probably would have told her she was crazy. But with the situation as it was, I was really excited. I was pretty good at poker and the thought of getting her naked and seeing her bare breasts stare back at me all night; I figured what the hell.

"OK," I said, "but I have to warn you that I am pretty good at poker."

She just smiled and said, "I’m going to kick your ass!"

"All right then, what’s it going to be? Five card draw?"

"Sounds good to me." she said, and the game was on.

In the first hand I dealt her out three aces and my pair of nines didn’t stand a chance. She giggled as I showed her my cards.

She laughed "Oh! Looks like you owe me something."

I smiled as I kicked a shoe off. She seemed a little disappointed at first, but I knew it would be a long night if she wanted to get me naked. My strategy proved correct, as after several more hands, she had lost her shoes and socks and was down to her shorts and tank top. I still had on my shorts, t-shirt, and both socks.

"I think your cheating!" she said with a grin.

"No, I swear. I told you I was pretty good"

She just gave me a friendly sneer and said, "Just deal the cards wiseass."

I won the next hand easily. I actually had to draw four cards and dealt myself three straight jacks and a ten on the discard. Jill’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she laid her two pair down.

"I guess it’s either your shirt or your shorts this time" I was really rubbing it in.

"I still say your cheating but I will play by the rules. I guess I should have worn more clothes tonight." She was trying to act upset about her losses, but I could tell she was really loving it. I was loving it too, but tried to contain myself, just as if it were no big deal. My cock was already growing from the anticipation and I knew if she were to get me naked first I would have to expose my hard virgin cock, and that might be embarrassing. Not that I had a small dick, I actually considered it to be fairly good sized at about seven inches. I just didn’t want her to know she was having this kind of effect on me.

"I guess I’ll take my shorts off next. I would take my top off if I had thought to wear a bra."

This made my cock rise to full attention. I was stunned at the idea that she was braless. I now knew I was only two winning hands away from seeing her completely naked and I was becoming more horny than I had ever been in my life. After all, I was a virgin and here I was with a beautiful girl, my own cousin, and at fifteen, your cock will get hard at just about anything. I couldn’t help but stare shamelessly as she stood up, turned her ass toward me, and slowly slid her cotton shorts down. I nearly passed out when I saw her bare ass. She was actually wearing a thong! I had only seen them in pictures from my dad’s swimsuit edition in Sports Illustrated. Now here my hot little thirteen-year-old cousin was wearing them and having to show them to me. Her ass was perfect. Small and tight and curved out from the small of her back in an amazing arc. As she bent over, I could see the perfect mound of her pussy underneath the thin fabric of the thong and I put my hand on my crotch. It was almost more than I could bear and I started to excuse myself to the bathroom for a quick jerk, but I decided staying might prove more educational. I was still in shock when she quickly giggled and sat back down.

"You look a little surprised," she said, as I was trying to regain my composure.

"I can’t believe you were a thong. What does your mom say?"

"She doesn’t know. I go buy them myself. They are really pretty comfy, and there are no panty lines in my pants or skirts when I want to drive the boys crazy at school. It looks like I have no panties on at all, which is sometimes the case anyway." She was as shameless as I was.

I was speechless as she dealt out the next hand. By some horrible miracle, she won the next several hands in a row, and I found myself down to my boxer shorts. I had taken my jean shorts off with my back to her and quickly turned and sat down so she might not notice my stiff cock. It was hard as a rock and I knew it would be difficult to hide. I must not have done a very good job, because when I had sat down again she said, "Looks like at least one of us is a little excited here." She laughed out loud at that which made me very uneasy.

"Well, maybe I am, but your nipples are sure pointing out of that tank top, or is it just cold in here?" I gave her a satisfying grin as she said, "Oh, just shut up and deal the next hand!" She smiled and gave me a very suggestive look as I dealt the cards. We both knew that the next hand would mean that one of us would have to bare ourselves to the other. Just my luck, I won.

I said, "Well, look like you are going to have to show me those hard nipples now."

"Guess again," she said, as she stood up and quickly dropped her thong to the floor. I was astonished by this as I thought for sure she would take her top off first, but I wasn’t the least bit disappointed. To my surprise, after she took the thong off, she stood there a second, slowly stepping out of the thong on the floor. I got a good view of her beautiful pussy and I felt a little precum seep out of my cock. Her pussy was very nearly bald. She had trimmed it to accommodate the thong, but you could tell there wasn’t really much pubic hair there to begin with. Her mound was small but sexy and you could see the slit to her vagina. She sat back down after several seconds and simply took the cards and shuffled them. She didn’t say a word, but I don’t think it was from embarrassment. I think she was privately loving the show she was giving me and probably wanted to lose the next hand as well. About a minute later, she got her wish as I outdrew her on the discard. She stayed seated and pulled her top over her head revealing a beautiful pair of tight tits to me. They bounced only slightly as the tank top rubbed against them on the way up. She sat the tank top on the floor beside her and sat there staring at me for a moment. Her breasts were large and very perky, just as thirteen year old breasts should be. They formed tight mounds on her chest and she was breathing a little faster now.

"I guess I win," I said, as my eyes roamed all over her naked body.

"But I don’t want to stop playing yet. I tell you what. If I win the next hand, then we will both be naked, and we can play one more for the championship." She said this with a slightly devilish grin.

"But what if I win the next hand? What will happen then?" I was very interested what she might say to this.

"Well, we could say that if you win the next hand, I will have to do something for you. Like a dare or something."

"What do you have in mind. You are already in a predicament as it is."

She thought a minute, and her smile gave away to a very intense and serious look. "I will jerk you off."

She said it very quickly and very much to the point. I was stunned. She had no smile and no indication that she was kidding or that she wouldn’t actually go through with it. I was very nervous. The idea of Jill jerking me off was wrong, but amazingly sexy. And at the same time, it could be embarrassing. I knew my limitations and I was afraid of what would happen when I came all over her hand within only a few seconds. I was practically ready to burst as it was.

"Well what do you say. I promise I will do it if you win. But if I win we continue playing."

I said, "Well, if you’re sure," and began to deal the hand. I was trembling a little as I tried to handle the cards. My heart was racing as I looked at my hand. I couldn’t believe it! I had dealt myself a nut four of a kind. Four sevens and a king. I knew immediately what that meant. It would take a miracle for her to beat me.

"Your move. How many cards do you want?" She didn’t look to happy as she told me she needed three cards. I was a shoe-in to win and my stomach was in knots.

"I guess I’ll stick with these." I said, as I studied her breasts, looking quickly to her eyes to get her reaction. She only sighed, sat quietly for a moment and then looked down at her cards.

"Well, all I got is a measly pair of threes." She looked intently at the backside of my cards as I hesitated a moment. I decided not to say anything more. I would simply turn my hand over, lean back into the sofa I was sitting on, and see what happened next.

She looked at my four of a kind sitting on the table in front of her for a long time. She then looked up at me and the tent my cock had made out of my underwear. I finally saw a semblance of a smile start across her face as she slowly raised up, exposing her beautiful pussy once again. I watched her body move as she walked to one side of the coffee table we had been playing on, and scooted it across the living room floor to free up the space in between us. "It’s still snowing pretty hard." she said, as I saw her glance out the picture window into the yard and then back toward me. I gave a quick look outside and the snow was really piling up. This, along with the fire going in the fireplace, made for a romantic feel to the room, and sort of calmed my anxiety a little. I’m sure it did hers too. Jill walked up to me and slowly lowered herself onto her knees between my spread legs. A sudden feeling of guilt rushed over me and I decided to give her an out.

"You don’t really have to do it you know, not if you don’t want to." I was trying to show a little compassion for her I guess. I held my breath as I waited for her reaction. She did pause for a moment, her perfect little body positioned so closely to my crotch. Then she cracked another small grin, reached her hand into the flap of my boxers, and pulled out my rigid cock.

"No. A bet is a bet and you won fair and square."

She said nothing else as I watched her start to slowly stroke my shaft up and down. I couldn’t say anything more. My body wouldn’t allow it. I struggled hard not to moan out loud but I couldn’t contain myself. The situation was so sexy and so taboo that my orgasm was quickly building, only a few seconds into the act. I decide to stop her so that I could go ahead and take my boxer shorts off. I needed to buy some time or I was going to have the fastest orgasm in the history of the world.

"I think I need some lube or something. This isn’t going too well." She said.

"Your doing fine," I said, as I kicked my boxers aside and sat back down.

"No, I think it will work better with a little less friction." She had a look of deep thought on her face as she said it. I was about to tell her about the bottle of hand lotion in the bathroom when she spoke again.

"I guess I’ll just have to get a little saliva on it. It will work better than nothing." She shrugged her shoulders in very much a schoolgirl manner and quickly placed her mouth around my cock. She then raised her head and spit a little onto the head of my cock. Her hand now moved around my cock head as she spread her saliva all around. I could feel my balls tense up as she lowered her mouth back around my cock and I felt her begin to suck. I could hold back no longer and I couldn’t manage a word when my cock erupted in orgasm. My cock was about half way into her mouth when I felt the first shot of cum leave my cock. I was helpless to stop it, even though I never meant to cum in Jill’s mouth. When that first shot hit her throat, I saw her eyes widen and then close tightly. I could tell she had no idea that I was so close to cumming. She quickly pulled my cock from her mouth as a flow of cum and saliva seemed to pour out of her mouth. It was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed and it caused my orgasm to become more intense as I let loose rope after rope of cum into her face and hair before should could regain her composure enough to pull away. She was gasping and coughing, but to my surprise, she continued to jerk my cock with her hand until the last drop of cum was relinquished, even as she was trying to get her breath back. After it was over, she gave me a half-angry look and said,

"You weren’t supposed to cum in my mouth! Why didn’t you warn me or something?"

I have to admit that I did feel bad about it. She was completely right.

"I’m sorry," I said. "I just couldn’t stop it, and I wasn’t able to speak in time. My orgasm came upon me so strong and so fast, I was speechless."

This seemed to make her happy, knowing that she had done such a good job. I saw the hurt and anger in her face give way to another one of her seductive grins.

"You really liked it that much?" She needed some reassurance I guess.

"Are you kidding? I’ve never felt anything like that in my life."

She giggled at that and then left the room to grab a towel. When she returned, her face was cleaned off and she looked very pleased with herself. She had a little extra bounce in her step as she walked back around to the sofa to sit down. He body was so young and tight, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and my cock was already harder than ever and ready for more.

"I was thinking," she said. "Since I made you cum and you came in my mouth and everything, I was wondering if you might be willing to return the favor."

She then raised her legs and placed her feet on the edge of the couch right beside her tight little ass. She then spread her legs wide and began fondling her pubic hair with her hand. I couldn’t take anymore, as I raised up and quickly kneeled before her. My mouth was on the mound of her pussy, licking at her tight little slit, before she could say another word. I heard her start to moan moments after I had begun to eat her pussy. I tried the best I could, being a virgin, but it seemed to be working fine judging by her reactions. Suddenly she raised her ass off the couch and let out a scream.

"OH MY GOD! I THINK I’M GOING TO CUM!"

I was really turned on by her words knowing now that I must be doing it right. Suddenly her pussy became very wet as her juices squirted into my face. She was squirming almost violently but not saying a word as her juices squirted and flowed out into my mouth and face. I have to admit it tasted good, as I struggled to keep my mouth on her pussy. She had her hands wrapped hard around my head, trying to help me. After several more seconds she collapsed back into the couch and moaned loudly. I looked up at her face which was a picture of erotica. Her eyes were glassed over and her mouth was gapped open gasping for air. Her chest was heaving up and down, glistening from perspiration in the fire light. Her eyelids were barely open when she looked down at me and smiled.

"I can’t believe it! I’ve never cum before, not even when I masturbate!"

"No thank you necessary," I said, as I wiped my mouth with my arm.

Her smile ran away a little as she put both hands over her pussy. Her arms pushed her tits hard together and they bulged out nicely. I heard a hint of guilt in her voice.

"Maybe we shouldn’t have done this. It will change everything."

I quickly replied, "I’m not sorry we did. I loved it and I love you even more for allowing me to be a part of this."

I saw her smile come back a little as she said, "Well then, I want you to fuck me. I want to be your first, and you to be my first."

I wasted no time in raising up and kissing her hard. I felt her lips part and our tongues danced together in our mouths. I rubbed her breasts hard, and slowly worked my hand down to her pussy. I pushed my middle finger into her slip as she moaned. It was very tight and I wondered if my cock would fit. I didn’t want to hurt her after all.

"Do it now," she said as she broke our kiss and arched her back. I looked down to see her pussy glisten with wetness and I positioned my cock at her entrance. I looked into her eyes as I penetrated her with a single push. It was so wet, my cock slid in much easier than I had suspected. Her pussy was very tight though, and I took it slow and easy at first. It wasn’t long before all of my seven inches were inside of Jill, as she held her eyes tightly shut and bit at her lower lip. I then waited for her to open her eyes again to ensure me it was all right. When she did, she quickly pushed my shoulders over and back onto the couch, as she rolled over on top of me, my cock never leaving her pussy. I was a little taken by her strength. She quickly began to bounce hard up and down on my cock, moaning loudly. She started to talk extremely dirty to me as I tried to meet her thrusts with my own.

"That’s it, fuck my virgin pussy hard! I never want you to stop! Not until you’re ready to blow your hot cum! Oh, god! You are so big and hard! I knew I would fuck you tonight! I knew it when I first arrived here! I have masturbated to the thought of fucking you so many times! Oh yeah, fuck me harder! "

She sounded like a porn star and I was blown away, but loving every minute. We continued for several minutes before I suggested we change positions. She slid off my cock and got down in the floor on her hands and knees. She looked back at me as if wondering what was taking so long. I got off the couch and kneeled down behind her. I positioned my cock at her pussy, and gave a hard thrust. My entire shaft penetrated as our pelvis’s met violently. She screamed out, which scared me a little at first. I though I might have hurt her. But she quickly began to push back on my cock ensuring me that she wanted more. We were going at it like wild animals now. Each of us was moaning loudly, and her screams of pleasure were becoming more frequent. I was going at an unbelievable pace when it happened. It’s kind of funny looking back on it, but it was anything but funny at the time.

As I was fucking her feverishly, I accidently pulled my cock all the way out without realizing it in time. I simply pushed back hard and my cock missed the mark. Instead of sliding back into her pussy, my cock pushed hard into her ass. It was a one-in-a-million chance, but I guess the slickness of her pussy juices on my cock was enough lube to allow my cock to fully enter her virgin asshole. She screamed out loudly and she fell flat on her stomach. My momentum took me down on top of her, and we laid there still for several intense seconds. My cock was in Jill’s ass, and I was petrified about what she was going to do or say about it. I only hoped I hadn’t hurt her.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?" She screamed out from underneath me and I hesitated to say anything.

"I’m sorry Jill, it just slipped in before I could stop." I hoped she would understand. I was still motionless inside her ass, afraid to move. I waited for her reply and what I received was unbelievable. She lay still for a few more seconds and then she spoke.

"It really feels good! Do you mind fucking my ass?"

Still stunned, I withdrew my cock a little and pushed back in. She began moaning again as she still lay prone underneath me. I put my arms on either side of her and sped up my thrusts. She began to squirm underneath me, trying to take in as much of my cock as she could. I couldn’t take anymore. I was already cumming in her ass before I could pull it out. I decided just to keep pumping in hopes that she wouldn’t realize. I didn’t know what she might say. I had already cum in her mouth accidentally, and now I was cumming in her ass without permission. I felt bad, and continued to pump until my cock head became too sensitive. I pulled out and sat up on my heels.

"Why did you stop?" She asked.

"I’m sorry Jill, but I came in your ass. I hope you’re not too mad at me." I sounded like a four-year-old who just broke a family heirloom or something.

She smiled up at me and said, "Its ok. I know you must have been exited. Anyway, I guess I can’t get pregnant from that can I?" She laughed out and I couldn’t help but crack up. We laughed for quite a while before she suggested we go shower. I didn’t know at the time that she meant we shower together, and that was another new experience for me; one that ended with me cumming on Jill’s face and tits again, this time with permission.

Jill and I continued our sexual escapades throughout the holidays and for the last several years. We still do today. As I write this, I will soon be going to Jill’s high school graduation and I have a few gifts for her. Some of them are things she asked for, and some of them are surprises. All of them are sexual, and I can assure, no one else in her class will be getting it as good as Jill will. I’m sure I’ll have some new stories to tell very soon.

I tried to fill my time with school work and activities like weight lifting during college, but the thought of my daughter always filled my mind. By the time of my college graduation, I could think of nothing but how my daughter was doing so I made up my mind to seek her out and try to start a relationship. I knew it might come with heartaches and hard times, but I decided it was worth the shot. I was twenty five years old when I finally found the foster parents. They were living in a different city now and it took some time to track them down. I found out my daughter’s name was Kelly and she was ten years old now.

I decided I should call and see what the foster parents might think about my coming back into Kelly’s life after all these years. They were good people and understood my situation at the time of the adoption, so I was hopeful this would go well. I was nervous when an older sounding woman answered the phone. I remembered her name to be Julie and I told her my name and she immediately sounded a little nervous. I tried to be as polite and nice as I could and told her I had called to get her confidence and approval before I did anything else. The conversation turned out to be pleasant, but she didn’t think I should see Kelly yet. She said Jacy had not contacted her and she didn’t know of her whereabouts when I asked. She did agree to send photos and information on Kelly to me periodically and that I would be allowed to see her maybe in a few more years when she was older and might understand better. They had told Kelly nothing about the adoption yet. I agree to this and I did get photos and information almost immediately.

The photos kept coming in the next three years and I got to see her grow up in pictures. She was a beautiful little girl with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. She was very active and had begun participating in many activities including cheerleading, volleyball, basketball, and softball. She was evidently very good at all of these as I received word of her many awards from each. I was especially interested to learn that she was wanting to get active in weightlifting, because this was one of my favorite activities as well. I guess it gave us some type of connection.

I was still active in weightlifting and had now become very fit. I am about six feet tall and weigh two hundred pounds. I am very muscular and strong and eat healthily and have been complemented on my appearance many times. I guess because of the nature of this story, I should now say that my cock is large. I would say larger than normal based on all the porn movies I had seen. I measured it once out of silly curiosity and it measured to be twelve inches long when fully erect, and it was thick and wide in circumference. I do not consider myself a vain person, but I do see my cock as my best attribute, even though I was scared to use it. I still fought off women who tried to catch my eye and kept my concentration on my daughter to keep my mind off other women. There was one woman I went on a blind date with one time since college. I did it just as a favor to a friend of mine who was dating her sister and needed a double date partner. Her name was Bernice and she was gorgeous. The date had gone well despite my efforts to not be charming. Afterwards, we went back to my friend’s house and he and his date went into the bedroom. I could hear moans and an occasional scream come out of the room and it made me a little on edge trying to sit and talk with Bernice. She was noticeable attracted to me and finally she said "It sounds like they’re having fun in there doesn’t it?" I just smiled and said that it did but she became much more forward.

"We could be having that much fun to."

"I don’t think we should." I said.

"Don’t you like me?"

"Very much, but this is our first date."

"I’m not worried about that." she said.

She was wearing a formal black dress with shoulder straps that tied in the back behind her neck and had her long black hair up. She slowly reached behind her neck and untied the straps. She then folded her arms under her breasts and slowly lowered her arms down along with the top of her dress. She was not wearing a bra and her bare breasts were now fully exposed to me. She has a seductive grin on her face and I was dumbfounded. This was the first pair of live breasts I had seen since I was fifteen and I was astounded at how perfect they were. They were large and firm and her nipples pointed upward toward the ceiling. Her nipples were hard and only slightly lighter in color than her breasts; and there were no visible tan lines, which suggested that she sunbathed in the nude, because of her dark complexion. My cock was almost instantly erect and I was struggling in my seat to hide it. I guess I was very visibly nervous because she reached out, grabbed the back of my head and said "its all right." I was tingling as she pulled my head down onto her left breast and I immediately began to suck on her hard nipple. She was moaning as I began to move my head back and forth, giving attention to each nipple. After several minutes she pushed me back into the sofa and began rubbing my cock through my pants as she fumbled for my zipper. She was really turned on and was moaning loudly. I was about to burst in my pants as she finally undid my zipper and reached in for my cock. I saw her eyes widen as her hand wrapped around my shaft and she struggled a little to free my manhood. Her touches were driving me wild and I quickly stood up and undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my ankles. She had a look of astonishment on her face as my fully erect cock bounced with each pulse of my heart. She said, "You are so big!" and quickly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I was in heaven when she finally opened her mouth and I saw the massive tip of my cock penetrate her lips. She began to suck intensely as her tongue worked the underside of my cock head. Then she took her hands off my shaft and gripped my ass. Her head was pumping up and down on as much of my cock as she could fit into her beautiful mouth when I felt my orgasm begin to build rapidly. I reached down and stopped her head and she pulled away. She was looking up at me with confusion as if I had stopped a starving girl from a feast.

"I’m sorry. I am about to cum and I wanted to warn you."

She looked at me with a smile and said, "It’s ok, I want to make you cum. Just sit on the sofa and relax."

With that I sat down and she crawled up between my legs. She was looking into my eyes as she grabbed my cock and began to lick my scrotum. I had never experienced a blowjob in my life and it was more exciting than I could have imagined. After a few seconds, she raised her head and pulled herself closer to me. Her perfect breasts were bouncing lightly as she began to stroke here head up and down my shaft again. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop her this time as I felt a huge rope escape from the head of my cock. She was still looking into my eyes as I saw them widen from my initial shot of cum. She kept sucking and swallowing the best she could as stream after stream of semen left my body. She was able to swallow most of it, but some did escape the corners of her mouth and slide down to my balls. She promptly licked the spill up and finished the task beautifully. A moment before, I would have done anything to fuck this beautiful creature, but suddenly the reality of my pathetic phobia set in again. She sat back on the floor, wiped her mouth and pulled up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she began to rub her neatly shaven pussy with her fingers. She then looked at me and said, "I’m all yours. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock."

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen or heard, and still all I could think about was how to escape the situation. As she rubbed her clip with one hand and licked the fingers of her other hand, I could think of nothing but how I had gotten Jacy pregnant twelve years earlier. I was scared again. On the one hand, I wanted to push my cock into her vagina and fuck this beautiful creature until dawn; and on the other hand, I wanted to turn and run out the door and never look back. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, she had proven to have a great personality and be a great person as well. In the end I let my fears overwhelm me once again.

"I’m sorry Bernice, but it’s getting late and I should probably go." I couldn’t believe I was saying it.

She looked at me helplessly and said, "What do you mean? I though you liked me. Have I done something wrong?"

I wanted to tell her my whole situation right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, I mumbled something about having a big day tomorrow and I pulled my pants up, said sorry, and left. She was still in the floor with a very hurt and confused look on her face as I said goodbye and walked out the door.

That night at home I must have jerked off a half dozen times and kicked myself a half dozen more for what had happened. Part of me wanted to get in a cab and go back to the house in hopes that she might still be in the floor, ready for me to make love to her. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. The reality is that if I was in the same situation again, I would do exactly the same thing. I hated myself for it but it had become impossible for me to fight it off. I thought maybe she is the one I could marry and end this phobia, but I was too scared to try. I was able to have oral sex, but if it came to intercourse, I couldn’t go through with it. I began to realize that it was because of the guilt I felt for Jacy and Kelly and that whole situation, and I could never make myself do anything to possible hurt others the same way. Commitment, I realized, was not exactly a strong suit of mine. In the next weeks and months, I tried to forget about Bernice and concentrate on Kelly, though it was much harder than I had thought it would be. Occasionally I would ask my friend about her, but he would just look at me, shake his head, and say, "You really blew it man." I never went any farther to try to get a better explanation. I took that as enough.

This story takes its twist not long after my date with Bernice. Kelly was thirteen and I was thirty when I received the awful news. First of all Kelly was in Junior High now and was turning into a stunningly beautiful young woman, judging by her pictures. She was still active in all her sports and in cheerleading. In talking to her foster parents on the phone, I would get to see her soon, as they had told her about me and she had become increasingly excited to see me. I was very happy about this and thing were going good until I learned that Kelly’s foster parents had been killed in a car accident. I was devastated not only because I had grown to really know and like them, but also because things were going so well with my visitation hopes. Now things were all askew. I knew Kelly must be devastated and I wanted to run to her for support, but I didn’t know if that would be best. I was still wondering what to do when a couple days later I received a call from a lawyer. He introduced himself as Mr. Styles and asked if I could meet him at his offices the next morning concerning the will of Kelly’s foster parents. I wholeheartedly agreed and I slept very little that night wondering what would happen and if I might actually see Kelly.

The next morning I arrived at Mr. Styles’ offices at eight o’clock sharp. I was as nervous and as excited as I have ever been. When I walked into the office, I saw a young woman sitting in the waiting area and immediately recognized her as Kelly. I went over to her with my heart racing and said "Hello Kelly." She looked very sad and had been crying, but when she looked up at me she immediately jumped from her chair, hugged me hard around the neck, and sobbed.

"Oh daddy, I’m so glad to see you."

I have never been happier or more overwhelmed with emotion in all my life. I was with my daughter finally. Tears filled my eyes as I hugged her back, speechless. Finally Kelly broke the embrace and looked down toward my trousers. Then she looked back at me, smiled, and said "He’s waiting for us." Kelly turned around and started for the door of Mr. Styles office. I hadn’t noticed until now that my cock was fully erect. I walked half-bent and fully embarrassed into the office behind my daughter. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She was only thirteen, but was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looks mature for her age. Her face looked like something out of Greek mythology. Her breasts were still developing, but were tight and perky, and she was slim, yet very athletic looking. The most amazing thing though was her ass. She had the most perfectly rounded ass I had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that barely covered the curvature of her cheeks, and her legs extending down out of the short legs could not have been sculpted any better. She looked like a model for one of those fitness shows you see on ESPN. I couldn’t believe how I was reacting to her and I felt guilty for it.

The lawyer said that he was the executor of Kelly’s parents will and there was a lot to go over.

"Mr. Meers, you may not know this, but Mr. And Mr. Stoves (Kelly’s foster parents) didn’t have any immediate family left. They came to me about a year ago to draw up their will. Surprising to me, they named you as a major beneficiary to their will. Now I have known the Stoves for many years, and this was shocking to me at first as you may well understand. I hadn’t heard of you before you see. But after hearing the story, it made sense."

"Well thank you Mr. Styles. I consider the Stoves to be close friends of mine."

"I’m sure you do. Now, this is very basic if we can come to an agreement. If you agree to take in Kelly, and if Kelly agrees to live with you until she becomes of age, then I can simply state the terms in the will and we will be done. What do you say?"

I could tell the lawyer was an old friend of the family and conducted himself in a more laid-back manner, and I appreciated it. I had thought of the possibility of Kelly moving in with me since the accident and I knew I wanted that to happen. I just hope Kelly felt the same way. After I expressed as much to Mr. Styles, he turned his attentions to Kelly.

"What do you say Kelly?"

Kelly didn’t speak at first and had a funny look in her eyes. She then said "Mr. Styles, I would like nothing more now than to live with my father."

I was ecstatic, but tried to hold it in. Mr. Styles then proceeded to lay out the terms of the will which, among other things, said that Kelly was to move in with me and all the money of the estate will go to her when she turns eighteen, except for two thousand dollars each month that would be put into my account for the raising of Kelly. Apparently the Stoves were more well-to-do than I had thought. The house would be sold and Kelly would move to me to a city not far away. Kelly wasn’t excited about moving at first, but she soon realized that it was what had to happen.

The next couple of years were strange in an unexpected way. Kelly and I grew close quickly and I was very active in her life, but I couldn’t understand my feelings for her. I loved her like a father, but there was something more. I frequently got erections if I was around her for very long, and I always became erect whenever she would hug me or kiss me. I also still had a problem with my perception of her. I saw her as my daughter, but I also saw her as a beautiful woman living in my home. I actually felt lust for her and this caused me much grief. I began dating more after Kelly moved in, but now I was infatuated with Kelly all the time, even when I was out on dates. This caused a lot of feelings of frustration and guilt. I would often masturbate in bed at night to the though of Kelly. I would fantasize about her in the shower or undressing, or even sometimes having sex. Having moved to a new town, Kelly was still getting to know kids her age and so she spent a lot of time around the house. She often wore skimpy outfits and lounged around so that her clothes would become ruffled and expose even more than they should. This would add to my sexual frustrations, but I couldn’t keep from staring and gawking. I would often have to leave the room for a quick masturbation session. I would return and she would say, "Where did you go for so long." I would just smile and make something up. After a while, she had made a few friends and didn’t spend as much time at home, but she still stayed at home most nights and she never stayed out late. She was a beautiful girl, but seemed to resist boyfriends. I began to hope that she didn’t get some crazy phobia like her old man. I knew the boys must all get hard-ons over her. Otherwise things were quite normal at our home, until shortly after her sixteenth birthday.

I was in my room one day thinking of Kelly and becoming very horny when I decided to take a shower. Kelly was down stairs watching t.v. and I figured now was a good time. I turned the water on, stripped, looked down at my growing twelve-inch cock, and stepped into the shower. I was fantasizing about Kelly and pulling my cock, when I heard Kelly call out my name. I decided to ignore her calls and suddenly became thankful that I had left the bathroom door slightly open. I heard her call once more and then saw the bathroom door open slightly. I looked away quickly. I wanted her to see me stroking my cock as if she weren’t even there. It was the most forbidden of taboos to desire your own daughter, but I couldn’t resist a little voyeurism. The shower door was clear glass and you could see everything. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was still there standing watching me. As I continued, I could see that her hand was inside the skimpy shorts she was wearing and she was rubbing herself. Her other hand was on her breasts. I thought it strange because she could easily be caught if I had said anything, but of course I didn’t, and she didn’t seem to mind a little danger either. The situation was affecting me and I could soon feel my orgasm building. A few seconds later, I was shooting the biggest load of my life all over the shower door, in full view of Kelly. She was still rubbing herself, and I swore I heard her moan as I came. I waited a few seconds and cleaned myself and the shower up a little and Kelly had left. I quickly got out and decided two could play her game. I put on a tight pair of shorts, no underwear, and nothing else as I strode down to the living room. Kelly was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I plopped down beside her. She seemed unusually nervous and I knew why. After a few minutes she looked over at me and said "What are you wearing?"

"Just some comfortable house clothes, why?"

"Dad! It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?"

"No more revealing than what you have on."

"Why with that on, you might as well be naked!"

I smiled and said, "Hey, you wear the skimpiest things I have ever seen a woman wear in my life, and you are lecturing me?"

She just rolled her eyes. We continued to watch t.v. for several minutes and then she floored me with a question I never would have thought she would ask me in a million years.

"Dad, if I did wear nothing around the house, would that be all right?"

I looked at her and was speechless. Could she be serious? Here was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, my daughter nonetheless, and she was asking permission to walk around the house naked.

"You want to walk around naked?" I asked uncomfortably.

Shyly she said, "Well, yeah, if its ok. I guess I am a nudist at heart and just never had the nerve to express it to you."

I thought a minute about how to answer this. I wanted to sound fatherly, instead of like a teenage boy with a hard-on.

"Well, if you really feel that way, I guess its ok. Just around the house though."

"Daddy, it would make me more comfortable if you would join me."

I was really floored now. Not only did my daughter, the object of my fantasies, want to do around naked, she now wanted me to join her. I loved the idea but played it off a little.

"I don’t know about that. You sure it wouldn’t be too weird."

"I don’t think so daddy. Besides, we’re family, aren’t we?"

"But honey, you are still a beautiful woman. Now, I don’t mind the nudism, but you will have to understand that it might make my cock erect to be naked and to see you naked. Is that ok for you?"

She said, "Daddy, I know about that kind of thing and I am fine with it. So do you want to do it now?"

After a little more debate, I agreed. You should have seen her. She quickly jumped up and practically tore her clothes off. All she was wearing was a pair of short-shorts and a tank top so there really wasn’t much to take off, but when she did, I assure you I never took my eyes off. Her breasts were magnificent, much like Bernice’s had been a few years before. They were smaller than Bernice’s but they nipples had the same color tone and the same upward tilt. I was pleasantly surprised to see her pussy was completely shaven and she had an even tan over her body. I didn’t ask where she sunbathed. I decided I could save that for another fantasy some night. I sat and admired her for several seconds, forgetting that I was her father and she was my daughter. She then said, "Daddy? It’s your turn now."

I had almost forgotten and became suddenly nervous. I had a huge erection and now I had to expose it. My daughter was looking eagerly at my crotch, and I began to question the innocence of her motivation. I slowly slid the tight shorts down my muscular legs and then raised up. My balls felt suddenly huge and my cock as pointing strait out from the weight of my twelve-inch erection. Kelly was beautiful. She was fabulously fit and you could make out the six pack in her abs. She had worked out some with me and more at school and you could really see the results in her bareness. We looked at each other for a few intense seconds.

"Isn’t this great daddy?"

"Yeah" I said shyly "I guess it is kinda freeing."

She then sat back down beside me and snuggled up next to me to watch more t.v. I was very uncomfortable, but very horny at the same time. After a while, she asked me another question that make my eyes just about pop out of the sockets.

"Daddy, do you ever masturbate?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I was just wondering. Being naked if freeing me up to ask the hard questions if guess. I have wondered about boys for some time now and thought I would ask you some questions if you don’t mind."

"I guess if it’s in the interest of knowledge I can play along. Yes I do masturbate."

"How much?"

"I guess most every day. I think boys need to more than girls, though I could be wrong."

"I think you are wrong daddy, because I masturbate every day too."

I was astounded by what she was saying but I would soon realize this was just the beginning to a long night of discovery.

"Will you masturbate with me daddy?"

"Now Kelly, you shouldn’t ask me that. That is not the kind of thing a father and daughter should do."

"Why not daddy? We both admitted we do it. Why can’t we learn from each other and help each other out?"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Maybe we could look at some of the porno movies you have while we do it. And maybe even, if you want to, we could help each other do it. You know, I could touch you and you could touch me."

It was all I could do not to take my cock and beat off on her right then and there. I knew it would only take a few seconds, as I could see the precum dripping down my shaft now. Without saying any more, I quickly stood up, grabbed her by the hand, and led her to my bedroom. I sat her down on my bed and pulled a porno from the drawer. I don’t know how Kelly found them, and I don’t care. I was so turned on by the fact that she knew where they were and had undoubtedly used them to masturbate to. I sat beside her and pushed play on the remote. As we watched the sex on the screen, I began to stroke my cock.

"Can I do that for you daddy?"

Without a word, I leaned back and felt Kelly put her small teenage hand on my cock. She then began to stroke it up and down, turning her head back and forth from my cock to the t.v. screen.

"I’m going to try something daddy. Don’t worry."

Before I could ask what she was about to do, I saw her put her mouth around the head of my cock and begin sucking. I was in heaven. I knew it was wrong, but didn’t want it to stop. Kelly raised her head for a few seconds and looking into my eyes.

"I saw you in the shower today daddy. I know what you did and I want you to let me do it from now on. I’ve wanted you ever since the first time I saw you in the lawyer’s office. I felt your huge cock with that first hug and I’ve wanted to feel it again ever since. I’ve wanted to taste it. I want you to fuck me daddy. I want to be your daughter and your wife."

Those words, as much as anything else, caused me to shoot rope after rope of cum all over Kelly’s mouth and face. I was astounded by what she was saying, I couldn’t even speak. To my surprise she licked and drank as much of it as she could. Then she fell back on the bed, spread her legs, and began fingering her pussy.

"Fuck me now daddy. I need more cum. I want you to know that I am your slut whore. I am a virgin, but I know I can take all of your big cock inside me. I know I can! Its why I was born!"

I thought for a moment about my phobia. About how I hadn’t had intercourse with a woman since I was younger than Kelly. About how I couldn’t possibly allow another pregnancy out of wedlock because of me. All of this fluttered and then left my mind. Now all I thought about was fucking Kelly. Fucking the pussy that these balls had been responsible for making sixteen years ago. And if another pregnancy was in the cards....so be it! She was my daughter AND my wife now. If she were to get pregnant, I was in a position to raise the child now. Kelly could be a mother at sixteen and I could be her motherfucker. I could be a father twice. A father and a grandfather at the same time. I thought about how wonderful that could be as I positioned myself between Kelly’s legs, my cock still covered in cum and saliva. I leaned down and tasted her beautiful pussy. It was smooth and young. It showed not clit, no labia, only a smooth mound with a tight little slit. I forced my tongue between the slit until I found the covered clit. I tickled it and sucked it. Kelly’s moans quickly turned to screams as I beamed with pride. She was loving my kisses and so I continued. I licked and sucked he clit until she bucked wildly on the bed. I hooked my arms around her legs and buried my tongue into her slit, running it up and down. I lifted her ass occasionally to taste her ass, her beautiful perfect ass. I was like a machine. Every time she would cum and her clit became sensitive, she would beg me to stop and fuck her.

"OH GOD PLEASE, ENOUGH DADDY, PLEASE STOP AND SHOVE YOUR COCK IN!"

This is when I would speed up my tongue and quickly get her going again.

"OH YES, YESSSSS, OH FUCK DADDY, YOUR TONGUE IS SO GOOD!"

After at least a half dozen orgasms, I quickly raised up, took my cum-soaked cock in my hand, and guided it to her velvety soft pussy. It was more than lubed and ready with her cum and my saliva, that the head of my cock slipped in easily. It was the rest that was a challenge.

"Don’t stop pushing it in daddy, no matter what I say, I want it all!"

I took her words to heart and began my quest. My cock slit about a quarter in before her eyes widened and she screamed out "OH GOD!" I know I was at the hymen and I pushed through. She screamed out "OH FUCK" and tears streamed down her face. I continued on as she bit her lip in pain. She looked so sexy. She was sweating all over and her make-up was messy. She had been crying, but I knew it was what she wanted. After all, she was my slut whore now. Her body was perfect, shimmering in the light of the room and her beautiful legs were wrapped tightly around me. Every now and then she would squeeze her legs so tightly, I would struggle for air, but I never quit pushing. Not until I felt my pelvis make contact with hers and my balls rested gently on her tight little perfect ass. She was moaning loudly, and hadn’t noticed that I had stopped. Her eyes were glassed over and she seemed to be in a dream when I took her head in my hands and looked at her. She looked back.

"You did it sweethearts. You took all of daddys twelve inches! I’m so proud of you!"

She smiled up at me and then grabbed my head and pulled my lips down to hers. She opened her mouth wide as we shared a long kiss. It was probably my favorite part of the whole night. My first passionate kiss with my daughter. It was more personal somehow and I was in heaven. As we kissed, I pulled my cock part-way out of her smooth, tight pussy and then quickly shoved it back in. She broke our kiss to scream out as I started to rhythmically plunge my cock in and out of her tight hole. He pussy felt fantastic, though I hadn’t had much to base it on. This was only the second pussy my cock had entered in my life. Ironically enough, the only other time was that night in back bedroom of my best friends house when I was fifteen. That pussy belonged to the mother of the pussy I was now fucking. And I will have to say that Jacy was only able to take in about half of my cock. Her daughter had her beat in that department. After a few minutes on top of Kelly, I decided to change position. I grabbed her and rolled over until I was on my back and she was on top. She instinctively raised up and began bouncing on my cock. We continued to fuck in many positions until finally settling on doggy position. This position was driving her wild and I could feel my orgasm cumming. I yelled out, "Baby, I’m cumming!" and to my surprise, Kelly quickly pulled away, turned around, and stuffed as much as my cock into her mouth as she could. I came hard, even harder than the first time and she gagged. To my surprise she didn’t spill any cum and drank it all down.

"Sorry daddy, but I had to taste you again. I think I’m a cum whore!"

"That’s perfectly fine sweety, you have as much as you want."

She continued to suck my cock long after I came. I was wondering what she was doing and if maybe she hadn’t had enough yet. I asked her if she wanted more cock.

"Oh yes daddy, but this time I want it in my asshole."

I was stunned. I said "I don’t know baby, daddy might hurt you there."

"I can take it daddy! I know I can!"

I smiled at the childish manner in which she spoke, but I wasn’t about to tell her no. I told her to go to the bathroom and get the Vaseline out of the cabinet. I then bent her over the bed and put a generous about on her nice little asshole. I coated my cock with the Vaseline as I plunged my thumb in and out of her ass. When I thought it was ready, I stuck my cock at the hole and told Kelly to get ready. I quickly pushed and my cock slid about a quarter of the way in. She yelled out in pain and then said, "Don’t stop daddy, keep going, fuck my ass." I did just as she said and after several minutes, I was fully in my daughters ass. She has cried again but said how much she loved it. He ass had stretched out well and took all of my cock, even though it felt like my cock was in a vise. I slowly fucked Kelly for what must have been twenty minutes as she rubbed her clit. She must have cum a dozen times more, and I even thought she passed out for a few seconds there. She really was a slut whore, my slut whore, and I loved it. This time I selfishly came in her ass without warning. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside her. It was great. Afterwards she wanted to taste my cock, so she sucked my soft cock for a few more minutes until it was clean of all the cum and lube. It couldn’t have tasted to good I thought, but she seemed to love it, as all slut whores do.

I think she would have wanted more, but my cock had all it could take for one night. I had to promise her the next day I would fuck her more, and she seemed to take it ok. She was quite a site. Makeup all messy, drenched with sweat and cum, pussy and asshole stretched. She was all mine. Yessir, all mine. Wife and daughter. We showered, kissed, talked about the future, things couples do. I finally wasn’t afraid anymore. If she did get pregnant, I hope for a little girl. A dad and a grandad. That would be nice. And all my fantasies could be lived out. The only thing better than one slut whore at your beckon call, is two slut whores at your beckon call.

Being a serious dog lover, its licking made my body to respond even though I wasn't interested at all. Nature and my bad habits took over my body. It was a dog and my body ached for dogs, got wet for dogs. It wasn't a conscious thing and, there in the park? Come on. In a public park! You're kidding. But my body wasn't kidding so I crossed my legs to hide my scent from this strange, hungry dog. My ears were filling though and I was instantly wet, as a dog bitch's body is wont to do. At this point in my dog lust days, I couldn't help myself. Common sense had no control. I looked down at him. He was a strapping fellow, a big dog. Being curious I checked how he was hung. I had no interest in a little mutt but this was a fine animal and his dick peeked from its sheath...dripping as he licked at my hand.

I looked around the park on this warm afternoon and saw that, except for the geese and some guy asleep under a tree some distance from me, I was alone. I patted the animal's head and chuckled his mouth. He sniffed and panted, as a dog will, and I could tell he already had me on his radar as he pushed at my hand and his dick protruded more. Dogs are all the same. Like men. They grow lusty with a start. Me, too. A couple licks and I was ready. And his dick kept growing. I reached down to play with it, encouraging it and glanced about again. Still safe.

I uncrossed my legs and the panting was intent now. His nose lifted my dress. His tongue was licking toward me and I felt hot all over. My ears were pulsing and knew I would be raped there in the park by this handsome dog. When he licked my panties I reached and pulled them aside, opening wider for the good stuff and he licked again with more force. God! I wanted to lie on my back but didn't dare. I looked around and saw the sleeping man was gone.

Where had he gone? I didn't know and didn't care. I was here with this animal. Wanted ravishing right there. But I stood up instead, gathered my groceries and walked the short distance to my house. No one was home, we could be private, I could be open and completely lusty. I walked, with the dog following, and got to my door in a few minutes. The dog was hesitant and I got another bit of ham, holding it out at the doorway and he came in and ate it. I was ready to be eaten, put down the package, went to our living room and laid back on the couch. This dog, this stupid damned dog, then sat in the kitchen, looking at me, his dick recoiling into its sleeve. I was terribly horny and the dog had lost the scent.

Now it was my turn to take charge. Patting the couch, the dog came over and we started our seduction anew. Petting his head, working at his dick-sleeve and soon we were back on track. I removed my underwear, lifted my dress and he was at me with that delicious tongue which got me hot and dripping even before the first stroke. I watched him lick my hair and cunt and spread it for him, watching his red dick come out again. I rested my head now. He didn't need to be told. This hairy animal thing was in charge of my body and I let out a groan as the first wave of sensation went through me. I lifted my hips for him. His cold nose gave me shudders and I lost it. The endless desparate licking--he wanted my juices, eating my spend with such eagerness. My breathing was panting in short gasps. A new dog. A new tongue. I was a promiscuous dog's bitch and lifting to each sensational lick.

I was jolted because I heard something else, not the dog or me, there was a loud knocking on our front door. Not now!! Please! Please!! Not just now when I was so close...but another demanding knock and I had to collect myself, push down the dog, push down the dress, calm myself for the fucking door.

I opened it. It was the man in the park! He had that look on his face. Like he knew. My face was flush and he saw it. There was no hiding. No denial. "I saw you and 'him' walking away," he said. I was a dog's bitch in heat and my face told a story. He took my hand, pushing me back, closing the door, leading me into the living room where he, dog and I were now a threesome. He picked my underwear from the floor, tossed it on the couch and smiled. He held me close and kissed my lips. His hands were busy on my wet parts. I was shocked and hot and hadn't come yet because of this...his...loud interruption as his tongue was in my mouth, milking my tongue and his hands were at my body, milking me with long fingers, and his long stiff finger was stroking my clit and dipping into me. I was ready and couldn't stand the tease. Held on his neck to stay upright.

I slippped from his grip to the couch and he was down at my knees, spreading me. The air made me cold where I was dripping wet. I waited for him to take me. "Come on boy," he said. And I felt hairy paws on my hips and a huge stiff dog cock poking at me. "I know what you're about," he said to me. "You're a dog's bitch. One cock's like another to some. Am I right?" he asked. I just nodded. "Except there are cocks and then there are really long, knotted dog cocks. Tell me it's so!" I just nodded again. I was too hot to say anything, wanting more. I needed fucking now and looked at the man with glassy eyes, feeling the tip of dog's cock poking at me, missing, poking again. Then the man took charge, directing that cock into my hole. It was a surging thing, entering me with his guidance, retreating and surging again. Then it kind of stopped and I was spread wide by this slick hot cock as the huge knot tore at me, stretching and it was too big to enter. He took my shoulder, saying: "Hold on!" I grabbed his leg and he held me tight. The knot was too much but the dog and his bitch were both dripping, lubricated and suddenly it forced itself inside. I cried out. Some gutteral, animal-like sound. The man was petting my head, wiping my tears, soothing me .

Momentarily all was still, suspended, me stretched to the breaking, tears on my cheeks and in my mouth, his hand guided the monster, pushing me on it, petting me and my legs. Then my tormented cunt surrendered and relaxed, embraced this thing lodged inside and I felt hairy legs clutch at my sides and the stroking began again. I was wide open, controlled and I could feel the tip of the cock inside, teasing me. Nothing had teased me there before, and the dog rocked and pushed. I released myself completely, crying out again with that animal sound, this time in an ecstacy of pleasure. An aching, arching sound from my mouth as though my whole being was responding to sensations. The man held my shoulder and I reached and grabbed his cock. The dog became frantic. It was his moment and he would take me. I gripped the man's cock hard, holding on. I could feel his warm come on my wrist while the dog fucked me and I stroked the man's cock. We three frantic things. Arching my butt to receive every push and thrust. Legs pawing at my waist to secure the whole cock and knot. Until it was done and I was done.

Then we were not moving. I only a throbbing thing, man and dog cocks throbbing. The tears ran down my cheeks and along my neck. The man was petting my thigh, kissing my salty lips. I moved my mouth aside for air. The dog was panting on my chest. He had worked hard and worked me hard. We all rested there on the couch as I felt the wet on my face and juices oozing from me, down my cheeks. Now I was more cool than hot. Finally his knot released. More fluids down my cheeks with the dog licking up our spend. His tongue on my legs and cunt but I was exhausted and his tongue was only soothing and cleansing. My arousal in decline. I couldn't open my eyes as they both lifted from the couch. The man put a blanket over me. I heard the front door close.

I rembered the geese landing on the waters of our lake, bobbing on the surface, and my own fluids cooling, my body becalmed. I wondered of my next walk home from the market, planning another detour along the lake edge and if there might again be that man resting and the dog. I was dreamy and relaxed now. Surely it had been a dream. Surely. I opened my eyes and there was no dog, no man, but I saw my underwear on the arm of the couch and some green beneath--green?--$100 bill in green! I went and locked the door, leaned against it, smiled to myself, felt warm all over again. And I had a few dollars for more shopping.

When I walked into the lounge Lynn was still watching the blue movie, so sitting down next to her I got my drink and put my arm round her shoulder and settled down to watch the film, it wasn't one of the greatest films that I have seen, there was no story, it was a beautiful young girl, but when the bloke walked in she was already naked, I mean how many times does that happen in real life,

I had my arm over Lynn's shoulder so I naturally put my hand down and started rubbing her nice tit, Lynn's tits are not all that big, but they are nice and firm and her nipples are very big and sensitive, she loves them being played with, she let out a low moan of pleasure when my fingers touched them saying that it felt good because of the silk, it made them even more sensitive than normal, as I caressed her tit rubbing her nipple with my finger, I gently tweaked it until it stood out and then run my finger around it.  Lynn rested her head on my chest quietly moaning with pleasure, as she aroused.  Do you like this film she asked? Not a lot I replied,  well she said put another one on, the one on the top will do.

When l had put in this DVD and sat down, l saw it was another bestiality film.  Lynn laid down with her head in my lap, so l was able to pull her robe open and see her lovely tits, l put my hand on one and continued what l had started earlier caressing and playing with her nipples.  Lynn's eyes where glued to the screen, watching this girl playing with a dogs cock, she was on her hands and knees, not only was she playing with it, she was licking it as well.

Lynn let out a gasp when she saw this, l wondered whether she was wondering what Rebels cock would feel like in her mouth, Lynn loves getting my cock in her lovely mouth, and giving me a blow job until l cum, she always swallows it, and says she likes the taste of my cum.

I undid her robe, pulling it apart, she had on a sexy pair of small black silk knickers, which already had a wet patch on them where she had been leaking, l put my hand onto them and slid my finger along the crack of her cunt, she really must like what she was watching because her pussy was so hot and wet.  Lynn lifted her arse up and told me to take her knickers off, l pulled them down and Lynn kicked them off, l could then look at her beautiful shaved pussy, it doesn't matter how many times l have seen it, l can never get enough of it, l slid my hand down Lynn's smooth flat stomach, as l got nearer to her fanny she opened her legs, so l slid my hand straight onto her pussy, rubbing her clit with my finger, she was so wet her pussy was hot and felt like silk because of the amount of love juice that was leaking out of her cunt.  I pushed a finger into her tight wet cunt rubbing her clit with my thumb as l fucked her with my finger.  Lynn moaned and groaned gooddddd  that feel sssoo good, she undid my robe and put her hot mouth over my hard cock, taking it all in, as only she can. I put another finger into her pussy and continued to fuck her with my fingers, l could feel her pussy tightening on my fingers as she became more aroused, l pulled my fingers out and put them in my mouth so that l could taste her beautiful love juice.  Lynn still had my cock in her mouth and l could feel her tongue playing with the end of it as she slid her mouth up and down my length, l knew the way she was going it wouldn't be long before l was filling her mouth with my cum.  I put another finger into her pussy and she moaned with pleasure, l quickened up the pace that l was fucking her pussy with my fingers, going faster and harder, she opened her legs as wide as she could so l could get more of my hand in, her pussy was tightening and shaking on my fingers so l knew it wouldn't be long before she came, her pussy was running with love juice, Lynn always got very wet which was another reason that l loved her so much as l found this very sexy, l got that tightening feeling in my stomach and balls and knew l was on the verge of cumming.  Lynn's breathing was getting faster and she was pushing her pussy onto my fingers, l grabbed hold of one of Lynn's nipples and tweaked it hard pulling and nipping it with my finger.  I felt Lynn let go and cum, juice gushed out of her fanny as she came, and her whole body shook with the power of her orgasm, this sent me over the edge and l screamed and shouted IIImmccuuuummmmmmmiinnnngggg l felt my cock jump and twitch as l shot my load into Lynn's mouth l felt her swallowing it all, l then turned her head round and gave her a kiss putting my tongue deep into her mouth and tasting my own cum telling her how much l loved her, l love you too she replied.

We sat up after this had a drink, Lynn said l missed a lot of the film, its your fault she said laughing, your cock got in the way, l playfully smacked her leg, and gave her the moke so that she could rewind the film.

Lynn wound the film back to where the young girl was licking the dogs cock, she put her mouth over the end of the dogs cock and slid her mouth up and down the cock.  I said to Lynn it looks like she's enjoying that, yes Lynn replied.  I called Rebel into the room, and said to Lynn there you are have a go, l know you want to.

Rebel came up to Lynn and straight away put his nose in-between her legs onto her cunt, Lynn gasped as his cold nose hit her cunt, Rebels tongue came out and he started licking Lynn's pussy. Lynn opened her legs and starting moaning and groaning saying how nice it felt, and his tongue was going all the way in, l could se the juice running out of her pussy, which made Rebel lick even harder and deeper trying to get it all.

I could see Rebels cock poking out of its sheath, and l said to Lynn Rebel likes the taste of you as well as me look at his cock, Lynn looked and seeing his cock starting to come out reached forewords and put her hand round it, gently stroking it, she was still being licked by Rebels big tongue and was moaning and sighing with pleasure all the time.  Her actions soon had all of Rebels cock out of its sheath all 8 ½ inches of it, oooohhhh look at that Lynn said, pushing Rebel away she got on her hands and knees beside him, this made it so her pussy was straight in front of me.  She then got hold of his cock, and putting her head down licked it, Rebels cock twitched when she did this, so he must have liked it., Lynn then put her mouth over his cock and slid it all the up his cock nearly reaching the knot, Rebel started to hump his body which pushed his big cock in and out of Lynn's mouth, Lynn gagged but kept it in, moving her head so it didn't go in to far.

I put my hand onto her pussy and rubbed her clit, Lynn opened her legs, l have never seen so much love juice come out of her cunt before, it was running down her thighs onto the carpet, l put two fingers into her pussy, she was so hot and wet her pussy lips where swollen and this made them open so l could see the pink inside her cunt, it was so sexy, l just wanted to bury my cock in her pussy, but l also wanted to see her fuck Rebel again so l didn't.  With my other hand l wiped some juice of her leg so my fingers where wet and silky from her love juice, l then played my finger round Lynn's tight little arse hole, as soon as Lynn felt this she pushed herself back trying to push my finger in, but l wasn't ready yet and just kept teasing her.  Lynn took her mouth of Rebels cock, and shouted FUCK MY ARSE  with your finger,  Lynn took Rebels big hard cock back into her mouth, and continued sucking him.  I pushed a finger into her arse, and Lynn pushed back that hard it went in all the way to the knuckle, so now she had two fingers fucking her pussy and another one fucking her arse.  I was so aroused watching Lynn sucking Rebels cock and me fingering her in both her love holes l nearly came right then, pre cum was leaking out of my cock, and l was that hard it hurt.

After a while of doing this, Lynn suddenly pulled herself of my fingers and taking her mouth off Rebels cock, turned round and presenting her beautiful gorgeous pussy and arse to Rebel, said l want Rebel to fuck me now, l want a big cock in my cunt.

Rebel need telling what to do he gave Lynn's pussy a couple of licks, then jumping up he mounted her, l got on the floor beside them so l could see Rebels cock go into Lynn's pussy, Rebel had a couple of goes at trying to find the hole, so l got hold of his cock and lined it up for him.  Lynn was shouting FUCK ME REBEL FUCK ME GIVE ME YOUR BIG COCK, as soon as Rebel felt his cock enter he pushed it in, nearly sinking the whole lot in first time, Lynn screamed OOOOHHHHH  FFFFUUCCKKK THATS SSSSOOOOOOO GGGGGOOOOOODDD.  After a couple of pushes Rebel started really fucking Lynn hard, pushing his cock in all the way to the knot, Lynn was shouting FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME OOOOHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUCCCKK MMMMEEEE her body tensed up and started to shake and Lynn screamed IM CCCCUUUMMMMIIIINNNGGG l could see her love juice squirting out of her pussy when Rebels cock went in.  Lynn was still shaking l thought she was going to pass out with pleasure, Rebel was fucking her even harder now, and Lynn was matching him stroke for stroke, pushing back onto his cock when he pushed forewords, l could see his knot which was the size of a tennis ball pushing against Lynn's pussy opening it up a bit more every time, Lynn was screaming FFFUUUCCKK MEEE  FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK MMMMEE FFUUUUCCKKK MMMEE WITH THE KNOT I WANT IT l was so turned on listening to her saying this l don't even think she knew l was there she was in her own world, the only thing that mattered to Lynn was getting fucked by Rebels big cock. Rebel moved his back legs forewords so he could push harder and I watched amazed as Rebels big knot sank into Lynn's cunt, she screamed OOOOHH  FFUUCCCKK ITS IN IMM CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG OOOOOHHHH, Rebels strokes where not so long now but he still pushed in as hard, Lynn was now a wreck and just kept saying OH GOD OH GOD THAT'S SO GOOD FUCK ME FUCK ME, I'm cumming all the time.  Rebel let out a long howl, and Lynn said l can feel it, its so hot, he's filling me with his cum OH FUCK she shouted I'm cumming again.  Rebel gave a extra hard push and then stood still.  Lynn had had enough or so l thought as she had collapsed as was being held up on Rebels cock by the knot.  Rebel was trying to get off, but all he was doing was dragging poor Lynn, l stroked him and calmed him down, until the knot went down, and with a loud pop his cock came out of Lynn's fanny, he then went and laid down and licked his cock clean.  l couldn't believe how much juice came out, Lynn reached back with her hand and bought some up to her mouth, where she licked it all off saying it tasted so good, she then reached back again and put some more on her fingers but this time she put her fingers into my mouth and l licked and sucked it all off.

I got down between Lynn's legs and licked her fanny, pushing my tongue up as far as l could, Lynn wrapped her legs around my neck, which made it even easier to get at her beautiful pussy l wet a finger and pushed it into her arse, Lynn let out a sigh of pleasure and wriggled her arse on my finger, l played with her clit with my other hand rubbing it round and round, l then gently nibbled it with my teeth pulling it, Lynn was writhing about on the carpet and it was hard to keep my finger up her arse and my mouth on her fanny.

Lynn pushed me off her, and getting onto her knees pushed me onto my back.  Getting on top of me with a leg either side of my waist, she leaned down and started to kiss me on my shoulders and neck whispering in my ear that she loved me a lot and was going to prove it. 

She kissed me deeply on the lips putting her tongue into my mouth and playing with my tongue, l felt her pussy rubbing against my still hard cock, she then got lowered herself onto my cock, even though Rebels cock was bigger than mine her fanny was still nice and tight.  After a couple of strokes Lynn lifted her fanny off my cock, and reaching back got hold of my cock and positioned it on her tight little arse hole, l couldn't believe it, she had always said that my cock was to big for her arse, still kissing me gently lowered herself onto my cock, she broke of the kiss and said its so big, l can feel it stretching my arse, it felt so tight l thought that it wont go in, but slowly l felt Lynn arse relaxing and it slid in, Lynn moaned and said that it hurt a bit, l told her to stop but she said no, l want you to fuck my arse.  Lynn lowered herself a bit more, and looking l could see that about 3 inches had gone in.  Lynn started riding my cock up and down taking a bit more each time, she was now moaning and l said does it hurt? No she said it feels good, l can feel it inside my arse going up and down, it was that tight on my cock l could feel every movement that Lynn made, Lynn sank all the way down on my cock and it all went in, she then lifted herself up till only the head of my cock was in her, then lowered herself down again until she had it all again, OOOOOHHHHHH she said thats so good, she then speeded up going faster and faster OOOOHHH FFFFUUUCCCKKK MY ARSE she screamed as she rode my cock up and down.

This was too much for me and l said l was going to cum YES Lynn shouted CUM IN MY ARSE Lynn reached down and played with her clit, and l got hold of her tits and squeezed them and pulled the nipples, OH IM CCCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG l screamed SO AM I screamed Lynn, she collapsed onto my chest, giving me a deep loving passionate kiss.  We laid like that for a while just gently kissing each other, until my cock shrank and then Lynn lifted herself off.  Right she said getting hold of my hand, l am well and truly fucked, lets go to bed.  Before we went to sleep Lynn said that she wasn't going to let Rebel fuck her tonight but just couldn't resist it once she got turned on and remembered what it was like last time, she said we would do it again, the way Rebel fucks her is so brutal and hard and feels so good.  Its so different to making love to you, where theirs love and feeling in it.  Do you mind she asked? No l replied it so good watching Rebel fuck you, and seeing you cum so much.  I love you she said as she fell asleep.

It does happen again.  So if you want more please Email me Gshumour1@aol.com   

     

 

We tossed a coin for who went first, I won, I spun the
bottle and lost, so Nicky had me take off my T shirt,
because the loser won the spin I spun again, but I won
this time and Nicky took off her dress, leaving her in
her small see through lacy knickers through which I
could see her beautiful shaved pussy, and her matching
low cut bra, Nicky didn't really need a bra as her tits
are very firm and have no sag with them.

Nicky spun and won so I removed my jeans leaving me in
my boxers, l spun and won and Nicky took off her bra,
she spun and won so I removed my boxers.

I said, "Okay, you win," and got up to go across and
kiss her and play with her beautiful body. She stopped
me and said, "We keep playing and if I lost I'll give
you a dare."

I agreed with her and we carried on. I spun and won so
Nicky took off her knickers. At the sight of her pussy
I put my hand onto my cock which was now hard and gave
it a quick rub, Nicky told me to stop it, and wait
until later. She spun again and won.

"Right, now you can play with your cock but you cannot
cum, I want all your cum later," she said with a evil
glint in her eyes. So I played with myself looking at
her beautiful pussy, I could see Nicky was quite turned
on as her pussy had already started to get wet and I
could see love juice leaking out of her fanny.

Whilst I was playing with my cock Rebel came into the
room, came to me stuck his head between my legs and
licked my cock, I jumped with surprise, not that it
wasn't nice but I didn't expect to like a dog licking
my cock. Nicky had an excited look on her face and
asked what it felt like? I told her it felt okay, she
said that it looked more than okay and that it turned
her on watching it.

She spun again and won, let rebel lick your cock again
she said, "It's so bad but its nice." I called Rebel
across and let him lick my cock and balls, with his
long tongue he licked me from my balls right up to my
knob end, and I must admit it felt great.

Nicky had got her hand on her pussy and was rubbing her
clit moaning with pleasure as she watched Rebel licking
me. Nicky then said, "Look at Rebel's cock!"

I looked and there was about 4 inches of cock sticking
out of his sheath, Nicky was now fingering herself
looking at Rebel's cock and I didn't think it would be
long before she's cum.

I had to stop rebel, as I could feel my self getting to
the point where I wouldn't be able to stop myself
cumming. Nicky called Rebel across to her and said,
"Here boy lick my pussy!"

Rebel put his nose between her legs and started licking
her pussy, as soon as he started Nicky moaned and
groaned with pleasure, she loved her pussy being licked
nearly as much as she liked a big cock inside her fanny
giving her a good fucking, whilst Rebel was licking her
pussy she reached down and rubbed his cock, rubbing it
like she did mine, it had the same effect on the dog as
it does me, and she soon had 9 inches of hard cock out,
there was a lot of pre cum dripping out of the end of
Rebel's cock and all over Nicky's hand.

Rebel started to hump Nicky's hand at this point, Nicky
looked at me, and said, "I think he wants to fuck and I
would like to feel that cock in me. "It's so big will
you help me?" I had never being so turned on by
anything in my life, so of course I agreed.

I pulled Rebel away from Nicky, and she got on her
hands and knees on the floor, I led Rebel behind Nicky
and he straight away went back to licking her pussy, I
gave his cock a rub and he started humping, I lifted
his front legs up onto Nicky's back, Rebel got the idea
and moved his back legs forward and pushed his big cock
towards Nicky's dripping wet pussy, he missed with his
first attempt at entering Nicky's cunt.

I grabbed his cock and guided it in, as soon as Rebel
felt his tip enter he rammed the whole length in Nicky
let out a scream so I grabbed Rebel to pull him off.
Nicky said, "Don't stop him, it's great!"

Rebel was fucking her really hard and fast, and Nicky
said that she was cumming, I have never seen her cum
like this before as she was screaming and pushing
herself back onto Rebel's cock and shouting, "FUCK ME
REBEL! FUCK ME HARD!"

Nicky said she wanted to suck my cock, so I got on the
floor in front of her and she took my cock into her
mouth and started to suck it and play with it with her
tongue pulling her mouth up and down my cock. She
stopped and said that Rebel's cock had got bigger and
it felt like he was trying to push a big lump into her
cunt, I told her this was the knot does she want me to
stop him?

"No!" she said. "I want it all and pushed back onto his
cock harder, ITS IN ITS IN she screamed I'M CUMMING!
I'M CUMMING god this is fantastic!"

Rebel was still fucking her but with only short
strokes, he then stopped and Nicky shouted that he was
cumming and it felt so hot. She carried on sucking my
cock and I couldn't hold back any longer and holding
her head down shot my load into her mouth, Nicky drank
it all down swallowing it all.

Rebel's cock must have shrunk a bit because with a plop
he pulled it out and Nicky came. I put my hand onto her
fanny and caught the juice coming out of her pussy, I
put my hand to Nicky's mouth and she licked it all off.
She said her pussy felt sore and looking at Rebel's
cock she wondered how she had managed to take it all.

But she said later when we had cleaned up and laid in
bed snuggled together ready for sleep, that she enjoyed
it and might do it again. I hope so. 

Pease give me your comments, there could be a follow up

The night I am going to tell you about changed my way
of looking at things and the way I think.

I got home as normal at 5:30 and before I took my coat
off got Rebel and took him for a walk in the local
park, if I was on my own I wouldn't do this, but I felt
perfectly safe when I was with Rebel because he was
very protective towards me.

When I got home I fed Rebel got out a microwave meal
and put it in the microwave to heat up, whilst it was
cooking I went and got a quick shower, when I was
soaping myself I rubbed the soap into my tits and
nipples loving the sensual feeling it gave me. I slid
my hands down my stomach and parting my legs gave my
pussy a good soaping paying special attention to my
clit. I put a finger up into my pussy and started to
finger myself.

I have always being highly sexed and missed having a
big cock in my tight pussy. Just thinking about it got
me horny so I pushed in another finger and started to
finger fuck myself, but just as I got going I heard the
microwave ping, so I got rinsed off and putting on a
silk bath robe went back into the kitchen. After eating
the meal and doing the dishes I decided to put on a
blue movie as I still felt the need to relieve the
sexual tension I had built up earlier in the shower.

When playing with myself I liked to dress sexily so I
put on a black silk Basque and a pair of black silk
knickers, I love the feeling of silk next to my skin
and to feel silk rubbing on my nipples is one of the
most erotic feelings I have ever had, I got out my two
favorite dildo's and went back into the room, got
myself a bottle of wine and sorted out a film to watch,
After turning the lights down low I got myself settled
on the sofa to watch the film.

The film started with two young girls meeting for the
first time in a bar, they got talking and after quite a
few drinks ended up going to one of the girls flats,
before long they where kissing each other and rubbing
each others tits through there blouses. I like lesbian
films I have never been with another woman, but have
always had a secret desire to do so.

As the two girls started to undress each other, I put
my hand onto my tit and caressed it gently loving the
feeling of the lace rubbing my nipples, it wasn't long
before my nipples where hard and very sensitive with
heightened the feelings I was getting, putting my other
hand on my pussy, I slid a finger in-between my lips
and rubbed it so I could feel the lace rubbing on my
clit, I could feel the juice leaking out of my pussy
and through my knickers.

The film was getting hot by now and one of the girls
was eating the others pussy, I love my pussy being
licked and my clit being nibbled whilst I was being
fingered, so watching this really got me hot. I pulled
off my knickers and opening my legs played with my clit
tweaking it making it become hard and sensitive I put
two fingers into my wet pussy working them in and out.
I then put them in my mouth and imagined it was some
other girls love juice I was tasting.

Then I got the smallest of my dildo's and pushed it
into my sopping wet fanny moving it in and out I was
that wet I could hear it squelching as it went in, I
pulled the top of my Basque down so that I could get to
my nipples and pulled them and nipped them as I fucked
myself. I took out the small dildo dropped it on the
floor and got the bigger one and pushed this into my
fanny.

Then something strange happened Rebel came across and
after sniffing the dildo started to lick it, I then had
a really dirty thought and pulled the dildo offered it
to Rebel he straight away came to me and started to
lick it, I moved it nearer to my pussy and Rebel
sniffed it and then started to lick me.

It was out of this world as his long tongue went right
into my fanny as he tried to get my love juice, I had
never felt anything like this and was moaning and
groaning with pleasure, it didn't take long before I
could feel myself start to quiver and the feeling in my
stomach as I started to cum I screamed that loud
because it was that intense it made Rebel stop, I
pulled him back and he carried on.

Looking down I could see Rebels cock was starting to
come out of its sheath, so I thought I would return the
favor and make him cum, so I gently got hold of his
cock and started to wank him like I would a bloke, it
didn't take long before all of his cock was out. It was
very big at least 10 inches long and I could only just
get my hand round it, whilst I was playing with his
cock it was leaking precum some of which went onto my
hand. I brought this to my mouth to see what it tasted
like, it tasted similar to a bloke put not as salty,
all the while I was playing with Rebel's cock he had
been licking out my pussy, and I wanted filling up
again.

Looking at the size of Rebel's cock I wondered whether
I could take something that big? I thought I would see
I had to have something in my pussy and what better
than a big cock. What difference did it make that it
was a dog's? Rebel wasn't going to brag to his mates
about like boys do was he.

I got hold of Rebels feet and lifted them up so they
where either side of my body and he was in between my
legs. I then slid my body down until I could feel his
cock on the inside of my thighs and putting my hand
down I positioned his massive cock at the entrance to
my wet pussy.

l could feel his pre cum leaking into my fanny it felt
so hot I nearly came but I wanted that cock inside
first, I pushed myself down some more and felt his cock
enter me, Rebel gave a push and my pussy stretched as
it slid in, it felt so big and it was so dirty having a
dog cock inside me, Rebel gave another push and I came
screaming and shouting for Rebel to fuck me hard with
that big dog cock, but he couldn't get it all in.

So I pushed him off, which he didn't like at all, I
then got on my knees on a cushion on the floor, Rebel
came up behind me and licked my fanny again, I felt so
horny and wanted his cock that I was shouting no REBEL
FUCK ME FUCK ME I don't suppose he understood but he
mounted me and I felt his cock stabbing my inner thigh
as he tried to find my cunt.

l put my hand back and guided his cock, this time he
didn't miss and I screamed as his cock pushed into my
cunt he then started to push it in and stretching
my fanny more than its ever been stretched before, I
wailed and moaned as I came again and my whole body was
trembling as I came, the feeling that this big cock was giving me  as I felt it spear into my fanny was fantastic.

Rebel was pounding me harder now and putting a hand
back I could feel his massive cock going in and out of
my fanny, the juice from both of us was running down my
legs there was so much, I screamed Rebel FUUUUCCKKKK   MMMEEEE  FFFUUUUCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMMEEEE and I came again I just couldn't seem to stop, I had never felt like this before, so filled with cock and satisfied.

I felt something stretching the entrance to my fanny
and putting my hand back and feeling Rebel's cock I
felt a lump about the size of a tennis ball at the end
of his cock, I thought that theres no way that will go
in, but Rebel gave a hard push and it went in causing
me to cum yet again.

l hope that nobody could hear me because I was shouting
and moaning with pleasure at the fucking Rebel was
giving me, he stopped ramming so hard now and I felt
his cock expand even more inside me. Rebel then howled
and I felt him cum in, me filling me up with his hot
cum. This made me cum again and I collapsed out of
exhaustion, but I was tied with Rebel and couldn't go
any where.

We stayed tied together for about 30 minutes until with
a loud plop Rebels massive cock went down enough for it
to come out. While I lay on the floor completely
exhausted Rebel licked my fanny until all the cum was
off, he then went to his bed and licked his cock clean.

l was so fucked that I just managed to get a shower
again, wash my very sore pussy and get into bed.
Thinking before I went to sleep that, "l have never
felt so satisfied," and from now on Rebel and me where
going to have a lot more nights like this.

END

"Class, each pairing will have two weeks to complete this project on the lives and habits of an animal. Select wisely."

The teacher turned to the board and began to clean it, he asked for any questions, my hand shot up to ask why I got Lizzie but with his back still to us he said "class dismissed". With that the room emptied and I was left sitting alone and Lizzie hadn't even bothered to talk to me.

Hey I'm a nobody. I'm not tall enough for the basketball team, I'm not big enough for the football team and I'm not fast enough for the track team. I get a B average in class. My only "fame" at school is cycling, for which I won the school its only trophy. So the big question was still hanging out there "Why me and Lizzie?". I spent the rest of the day in a daze, so that night at home I put together some stuff to show Lizzie to see which way we should go on this project.

I caught up to her at lunch the next day and I showed her my selection of animal choices. Gordo looked impressed and told Lizzie she could ace this project with me. Lizzie looked bored, then she wrote her phone number on a piece of paper "Ring me Saturday and then we can work on this." she said. Then Miranda arrived with some girly gossip and I was just ignored so I left her and her friends.

I'd done a fair bit of work on the project during the week and I thought that on Saturday Lizzie could at least paste a few things together and write some captions for the pictures. Well come Saturday morning and getting the paper from my wallet I went to ring Lizzie to see what would be a good time to come over. She didn't answer, surprise. I tried again after about an hour and still no luck.

Sick of just sitting around I bundled all my notes into a back pack and then I had three choices,

1) get Mom to drive me over (I'd look dumb if no one was home)
2) get the bus (why waste the money if she's not there)
3) ride my bike ( good for getting out frustrations)

I decided to ride and just to impress her I put on my one piece cycling suit hoping this may jog her memory for who I was. It took about 20 minutes riding hard to reach Lizzie's house and as I turned the corner I saw a car pulling into the drive. "Yes" I thought "she is home". Riding up the drive I got off my bike as an attractive women exited the car, her legs swinging enough to give me a quick view up her skirt.

"Hi, are you a friend of Lizzies?" she asked.

"Yeah, my names Joe, Lizzie and I are paired for a science project." I replied.

"Well she never mentioned that to me. She's gone out with Miranda and Gordo for the rest of the day."

I bent over and placed my hands on my knees taking a few deep breaths to calm me down. Mrs McGuire came over and patted me on the back and asked if I was alright.

"You see Mrs McGuire I've done all this work on the lives and mating habits of animals and Lizzie has done zip and I'm supposed to put her name on it."

"Why don't you come inside and I'll get you a cold drink and then I'll see what I can do to makeup for Lizzie's thoughtlessness."

I followed Mrs McGuire up the stairs to the front door. She had her hand bag as well as another bag of groceries. She went to unlock the door when she dropped the keys I quickly bent to pick them up and as I did I got another look at her legs.

"Just drop your bag and follow me" she said heading for the kitchen. I put my bag where no one would trip on it and went to the kitchen.  Mrs McGuire was on a step stool reaching for a glass from the cupboard and again I got another look at her legs as her skirt rode up. It was then that I felt my cock twitch as it reacted to some sub conscious thought flashing in my brain. I looked away, shook my head and moved closer to the counter in case she saw my hardening cock.

She got me that drink and we talked about the project. She was genuinely interested and added some ideas I'd missed. I finished the drink and said I'd better leave. It was then that she asked me to help bring her other shopping from the car. I agreed but was sure surprised when I discovered whole cartons of stuff filling the car.

"I shop at the bulk discount mart and the boys very nicely packed it for me." she gave me a funny smile as she handed me the first box.

I took boxes of all sorts of stuff inside and then because I was sweating Mrs McGuire offered another drink. While I was drinking it she then asked could I stay and help her unpack. I agreed and she began working out the best way to store everything. One box contained about 50 rolls of toilet paper and I suggested that they go on top of the cupboards instead of inside. She agreed and climbed the step ladder asking me to pass her some rolls.

From this position I again could see up her skirt and as she made movements with her hips I got a look at her crotch and arse. She was wearing pale blue cotton panties that matched the colour of the bra I could see through her white blouse. I kept passing her the rolls when she told me to stop and hold the ladder. She then stepped from the ladder to the counter top, right over my head, and back again. I could see her pubic hair through the lace panels on her panties. My cock again began to twitch and I struggled to maintain control. Was this women coming on to me or just teasing?

"Joe, can we trade places, this next box is full of heavy cans?"

"Sure Mrs McGuire." I stammered

Stepping from the ladder she looked a me and I just stared at her face, framed by those sexy glasses, until I realised she wanted me up the ladder. I scooted up a few steps and when I looked down to take the cans I could see the tops of her breasts, held tight by the bra, down the front of her blouse.

Now I was in a spot of bother because my position on the ladder meant my cock was level with her face. Trying not to look down her blouse made me think of what I'd see if I looked down and thinking of what I'd see made my cock twitch and swell.

Suddenly Mrs McGuire asked if I knew that some animals put on a display of bright colors to attract a potential mate or that they had several sexual partners to ensure the survival of the species. I gulped, my mouth drying, my head spinning when I felt a hand tracing the length of my cock through my bike pants. Did you also know, she kept talking, that in some species the female picks the male she wishes to mate with. The grip on my cock tighened and I climbed down the ladder to try and relieve the pressure.

Mrs McGuire took my hand and placed it on her breast and I matched her grip on my cock squeeze for squeeze. She moved forward and kissed me forcing her tongue into my mouth. She then stepped around my leg and humped my thigh whilst still kissing me. Still gripping my cock she walked me to the lounge room then taking one of my hands placed it under her skirt right on her mound.

"Rub and squeeze here" she whispered in my ear.

I rubbed and squeezed as I was told and feeling a little daring I slipped a finger under the material and ran it along her moistened slit. She moaned deeply into my mouth so I slid the finger to her opening and with one movement sank it into her cunt. I felt the weight as her knees went weak for a moment but she stepped back and removed her blouse and bra.

Her breasts were firm and topped with stiff nipples and my mouth went straight to work on them. Her hand was on the back of my head pushing me deep into these fleshy mounds. By now I had two fingers jammed up her cunt and was pumping them as fast as I could.

She pushed me off her breasts and grabbed the zip of my cycling suit. Pulling it down in one motion my cock finally sprang to release. Mrs McGuire dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth, her tongue twirling around the head, as her own head bobbed down the length of my shaft. Mrs Mcguire then stood and undid her skirt to drop it to the floor followed by her panties. She had short trimmed pubic hair and this I got to see close up as she pushed my head into her crotch and instructed me on how to eat a women. Legs either side and both of her hands on my head she humped my face as she moaned and groaned.

A few minutes of licking and her cunt was slick with our mixed juices. She then knelt on the lounge with her arse to me and asked if I'd learnt how to do it like the animals. Positioning my cock at her opening I placed both hands on her backside and thrust forward while pulling her towards me. A primal scream erupted from her as she pushed her arse back to greet each new trust of my cock. I was now pistoning my cock into her cunt and about to explode my load when she stopped and asked me to shoot it over her face and breasts. She turned to me and pumped my cock several times until I spurted a line of white goo across her face. The next shot splattered her chin and dripped to her breasts then she took my cock back into her mouth to suck out the rest.

The two of us sunk to the floor, her face covered in cum, her pussy leaking like a tap. My cock was slowly deflating when Lizzie walked in and I though she was going to scream but instead she asked her mother what was going on and her mother replied, "Honey I'm helping you get an A on your science project." and with that she looked a me and laughed and all I could do was give her a thumbs up.

   
  

 My best friend Tracy was going on holiday and asked me if I would look after her pony Domino for her whilst she was away, no problem I said bring him to the stable tomorrow and I will put him in the field with my horse, it was my holidays and the next afternoon Tracy turned up with Domino in a horse box, we unloaded him and let him loose in the field with Lady my mare, they seemed to get on fine together Tracy and me went into the stable  where we put Domino's harness and saddle, Tracy left to pack and catch her plane and I went home for some tea.  When I got home mum and dad was having another row so I ate my tea and told them I was going to the stable to check on the horses, when I got to the stable it started to rain so I decided to bring the horses in, I opened the door and shouted Lady who came straight in closely followed by Domino, I gave Lady a good groom fed her and put her in her stall for the night.

I next got Domino and tied him to the outside the stall he would be in for his stay.  I got out my brushes and started to give him a good brush, getting rid of all the dust and dirt of his coat, I started at the front and worked my way back and it was while I was brushing his back legs that I noticed his cock, there was only about 4 inches  protruding but it still caught my attention, I carried on brushing him but my eyes kept going back to looking at his cock which was growing longer all the time, in the end my curiosity got the better of me and I put my hand out and touched it,

It felt very soft and rubbery I put my hand round this cock and gently worked my hand up and down, I wondered how big Domino's cock would become when fully hard, Domino must have been enjoying it as he kept neighing quietly, what really surprised me was how turned on I was becoming I could feel myself getting wet between my legs.  Domino's cock by now was about 12  inches long and quite hard, I got down on my knees in the hay so that I could see the cock better, I then wondered what it tasted like so I gave it a lick it tasted all right so I put my mouth over the end of this cock it was definitely the biggest cock that I had ever held and my mouth would only just fit over the end of it.

I was getting so wet now I stood up and took of my jeans and knickers shirt and bra so that I was naked I locked the doors I didn't want to take any chances.  Putting a blanket on the hay I knelt down again and got hold of Domino's cock which had shrunk a bit, it didn't take me long by sliding my hand up and down it like I would on a bloke before it was rock hard again, I wet the end of the cock and played it on my tits, pushing my nipple into the pee hole I was moaning and groaning with pleasure and I was only playing with my tits, I think half the reason I was so turned on was that it felt so dirty to be naked an playing with a ponies cock, I put my hand onto my pussy and couldn't believe how wet it was.

I stood up and getting hold of Domino's cock put it between my legs and played it on my clit it felt absolutely fantastic and it wasn't long before I had my first orgasm shooting my love juice all over rebels cock, I got on my knees and licked my cum off Domino's cock it tasted great, standing up I bent foreword and getting hold of Domino's cock slid it up and down my pussy when I felt it on the entrance to my cunt I pushed back to see whether it would enter me I felt my fanny stretching and I pushed back harder and felt the thick end of this big cock enter my stretched pussy, I actually screamed as I felt both pleasure and pain and I nearly collapsed as I came again shouting OOOOOOHHHHH  FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK  I couldn't believe the feelings I was getting from this big cock, but from this position I couldn't get enough I wanted MORE of this cock.

Getting a bale of hay I positioned it underneath Domino's stomach and putting the blanket on it I slid onto the bale with a leg either side of Domino's, this meant my fanny was just at the right height to get more of his cock, I slid my body foreword until I felt the cock touch my cunt then guiding it in I pushed back onto this gorgeous cock, feeling it stretch and fill my pussy it didn't need any lubrication as I was so wet I could feel my love juice running down the crack of my arse, I must have had about 6 inches in me when Domino started humping trying to bury his cock in me all the way oooooohhhhhhhhh  it felt soooooggoooooooddddd I was cumming that much it seemed to be on continuous orgasm I pushed up as Domino pushed down I was out of control , and wanted all his cock Fuuuucccccckkkkkkmmmmmeeeee  Fuuuuuuccckkkkkkmmmeeee I was shouting putting my hand down and feeling his cock I felt that it was nearly all buried in my wet cunt, I pushed up once more and Domino let out a load neigh and came, I had another orgasm as I felt his hot cum fill my fanny it felt like it was blowing me up there was that much, it was squirting out of my cunt and running down the crack of my arse, I have never felt so satisfied after a fuck before, Domino's cock shrunk and fell out of my pussy I put my hand down and caught a handful of cum as it ran out of my cunt, I brought it to my mouth and licked it all of.

After I had got up cleaned myself and got dressed I put Domino in his stall and wondered whether Tracy had ever played with Domino's cock, knowing Tracy I would think she had or thought about at least, when she came home L would ask her and tell her what she is missing, In fact I would help her ive always fancied Tracy and would love to lick her pussy and feed Domino's big cock into it.  But that's another story E mail if you would like me to write it      

I preferred dog to man...if I was never fucked by a man again...as long as I had a dog, it would be fine.

I had a neighbor across the street. We exchanged nods and smiles when in our yards. There was something about her that seemed naive or innocent. It was how she walked or held her head. She was a pretty thing usually wearing a light weight dress that shaped her slender figure. I noticed her legs right away. A woman always notices another woman's legs, and then her face and bust. A man sees it in different order--her bust first, then...well...it depends on the man. My neighbor's dress outlined her body when she walked, as though she was revealing herself, which she was not. But the fabric showed her off when she walked toward me. It made me hot. Not for her. Just hot. It was a sensual moment.

"Hi," I would say. "Hi, back," she said. She caught me staring once when she was bending over and must have wondered why. The dress was creasing her ass. I wished a wind had lifted it. One day I asked her in the house for a soda. We sat in the kitchen. It was a hot day so we sat and drank and talked. Her husband worked long hours. So did mine. She didn't have much to do except clean and wash and work at things in the yard. Like me. As girls do, we talked...about sex, our sex lives, our happiness (or rather unhappiness) as girls do. If it isn't unhappy, why share?

I asked her to share a beer. She said she shouldn't so I got out a couple beers and poured them for us..."It's a boring day..." I explained. She smiled that naive smile. We both relaxed a little and I told her my husband was not as nice as he seemed. Her's the same she said...we nodded in understanding.

There we were drinking beer when we shouldn't have been...you know...like naughty housewives sometimes do....Then my damned dog had to get involved. He walked into the kitchen and my neighbor patted his head. "What a nice dog," she said. Some more patting and, it was a woman, right? and the dog naturally began sniffing around...except this was my neighbor, who didn't know our secret...what do dogs know...and was licking her ankle..."He's sure a friendly dog." My eyes got cloudy a bit and I was instantly wet...like dripping. I crossed my legs for fear our dog would come on to me but he had no need for me, as it turned out.

I looked at my neighbor--at how her dress draped between her legs--and she said: "I've heard stories about dogs." I nodded and looked at her..."You know, dirty things about dogs," she continued. I was getting real hot now and it must have showed in my face. "Like what kinds of stories," I asked. My neighbor looked at me funny and smiled. I looked down at her legs. I got two more beers for us. She took a deep swallow! I tried to change the subject: "Can I fix us lunch?" I asked but my neighbor didn't answer. She had a mischievous look in her eyes and petted the dog again. In my wildest dream...but this was no dream...

My dog was licking her ankles and the red tip of his dick was out. He was licking up her leg and I looked at her and then at him. "What is he doing?" she said. "I don't know," I said. "Push him away." But she stroked his ears. "But it feels nice. I have heard about dogs like this..." She moved her dress on either side of her legs. I sucked in air. "My husband has always wanted a dog but I've said 'No.'" I could see her panties, or thong rather, and it didn't hide anything. I stared up her legs. She opened them and looked in my eyes. Her pussy lips were swollen and the thong in between. Her face was flushed now, like mine.

She looked at me as the dog kissed along her thighs. "Are you expecting anyone?" she said. "No." And now the dog was at her thighs. She was stroking his ears, "Nice doggy." He was licking ever closer to her cunt. He knew the routine with me and she was a woman. He knew what to do, where to lick. My neighbor was naked under her dress--just the line of thong--I knew he could smell her juices and I saw her dark hairs and the dog, well, he didn't care if they were dark or blonde like mine...he didn't care if it was me or her or any woman. He wanted the sweet taste of pussy. She pushed his face away and looked at me. "He won't hurt you," I said, "It's just a dog." "Do you think..." she said. "Just let him give you a little lick and then push him down," I teased. "Go on. It's just the two of us girls." She had another swallow of beer. What is it about girls and beer? Most won't drink it and say they prefer wine. But give me a girl who likes a beer and that's a girl who's more open to things. I drank some of mine and looked at her. "Well," she said. "Get on your hands and knees," I said. She stared at me in disbelief. "You're a bitch...a dog's bitch...like me. Try it. One lick will tell you. It's just the two of us." If there was a moment when she would leave, this was it. I thought she might storm off for home. I looked at her like: So what? It gets me off. She knew my secret then. The corners of her mouth were in a dirty smile, her eyes flashing.

"I don't want to do this," she lied. "Get down on your knees," I told her. She just sat there in her chair, like she didn't hear me...then she opened her legs. "Well, he's such a nice dog. Maybe one lick won't hurt." She patted its head, encouraging him. The dog resumed his licking of her thighs. His tail was wagging. I knew he had her scent. He kept at her, finally touching her cunt with his long tongue...her legs spasmed and her fingers went to his ears. The first touch of her cunt by a long slurping dog tongue. Too much for any woman to resist. I knew those thigh movements...the dog knew what to do...He gave her another tentative lick. Maybe she tasted different from me. She played with his ears. It was very quiet in the kitchen just then. He licked her again and she squirmed in her chair, scooting forward, waiting for more, cuddling his face into her cunt. God was I wet! This was new for me, too, watching. My first time. I reached for her legs. It startled her and she looked up. I petted the dog's back. Her legs were soft. The dog looked at me when I touched him and then went back to her, licking again. He had her taste. Different but good. He licked up one side, up the other and again, massaging her cunt lips, stroking her clit. She closed her eyes and held herself for more. Her legs twitched. She began to tremble.

"Get on your knees!" I said again. I was so hot just watching them and was fingering myself. She finally got off the chair and onto her hands and knees. I pulled up her dress and pulled down the thong, helping our dog onto her back. "I shouldn't be doing this," she said but her breathing was fast and her words whispered. She arched her back, lifting her ass. He was into it now, too. His dick out and dripping. He was gripping her back, licking her neck and hair. I spread her and guided his cock between her ass cheeks. Her hand reached underneath trying to position his cock...then she gripped my leg "Put him in me! Do it!" she said. I spread her cunt lips and guided his cock, the dog jabbed and poked and finally he was in her. He got frantic...dancing on her ass and gripping, pressing in her more. A new sweet pussy...different but sweet and willing and wet. She tightened her grip on my leg and he buried himself, plunging inside. Her breath was hot on my legs and she held on. The dog was gripping her sides, lifting her cunt, his whole long cock, pushing in, harder and fucking her with urgency. She gasped, releasing my leg, putting both hands in her face, sucking air, shaking her head from side to side. Her hand reached up to feel his cock buried in her. Dog cum was spilling on the floor. I was shaking, too, fingering myself, closing my eyes. Listening to the passion of dog lust with his hot new bitch. She was saying "No, no, no, no, n n no!" I knew what she meant. She had never come like this before.

She was out of breath and spread as wide as she could to help the dog cock...but it was over now. She was still gulping air and exhausted. The dog was panting, too, as he stood down, licking at her ass, licking up her juices and his too. Like a gentle lover, licking his bitch down from the top, tongueing her down, licking his own dick back into its sheath, just the tip showing, in and out as he licked himself some more. He looked at me and I patted his head. My neighbor still on all fours, still dripping, embarrassed but happy. I pulled her dress to cover her ass, her skin glowing and put her beer in her hand. She needed a drink. She sat back on the chair, taking a deep swallow. "I've never done that before." "Me either...until last month." She laughed at that and drank more beer. The dog looked at us both, side to side. "Good dog," I said. "Very good dog," my neighbor replied, smiling, looking down, a little ashamed. "My husband likes to watch," I said. "I've never been so..." she started. "Hot!" I finished. The dog looked up at me, approaching, but I pushed him away and he went to his corner. "Not now," I said. Maybe later, I thought.

I didn't see her until a few days later when she came out into the yard. Following behind was their new dog! She looked at me, a big smile on her face. "Good morning," she said. "Back at you," I smiled in return.

 

    Sometimes the roads we travel in our lives have unexpected turns. My life these past few months have been filled with them. It all started when my husband moved out. He had been having an affair and needed to "find himself". I think it's some kind of middle age crisis but he's gone. I would have been willing to try and forgive him and move on but he wasn't interested.

    Our divorce got pretty ugly. I guess part of finding himself was protecting his income. He hired one hell of an attorney and was kicking my ass financially. I had only ever worked part time and had been mainly a homemaker, but now I had to work full time and money was pretty tight. There was no way that I was going to be able to afford our house so I had to move into an apartment. I wanted to stay in the same school district for my son's sake so I had to settle for a small two-bedroom place on the second floor of an apartment complex. Quite a change from the five bedrooms, three baths, and four acres place we'd lived in for the last ten years.

    My son is John; he had no choice but to live with me. Part of his father's "finding himself" included cutting him out of his life as much as he cut me out. This really hurt John but there wasn't anything I could do to convince his father not to do that. He not only didn't want John to move out with me; he even stopped coming to John's football games. Just completely cut both of us out of his life.

    I thought I should describe both John and myself to you before I go on; just so you have a mental picture of whom we are. John is a sixteen and a sophomore in high school. He's quite athletic and is already the starting quarterback on his team. I'm probably a bit biased but I think he's very good looking; in fact he's the spitting image of his father at the same age. He's pretty out going and doesn't seem to go unnoticed by the girls at school.

    My name is Grace; I'm 34 years old, (yes I had John at a fairly young age) I', told I'm pretty by most guys I meet, and I'm not in bad shape at all for my age. 116lbs; 36B's; and blonde with blue eyes. I think most guys would refer to me as a MILF.

    As I look back I now know where this story begins. It was the day after we moved into this apartment. I was in the one and only bathroom doing my makeup. I was wearing a pair of panties and a small dressing robe. John started knocking on the door begging me to hurry up. "Please Mom! I really have to pee, I can't wait much longer!" I was running very late for work though and I really needed to finish what I was doing. I opened the door and told him to come on in. "Aren't you going to step out Mom?" he said.

    "I really need to finish and get to work Honey" I said, "Just go ahead and piss, I'm too busy too look If I don't get my butt to work I'm going to be in trouble." And I didn't look although I did notice he turned his back to me as much as possible; and looking back I realize that relaxing our standards to accommodate this apartment and using the bathroom together is where this got its start.

    After that it became commonplace for us to share the bathroom. After a few times of tinkling with me in the room I couldn't help but notice through the corner of my eye that he'd stopped turning his back to me. He was now just standing in a normal position when he took a leak. This isn't a big deal really; I'm just pointing out how we'd become more relaxed around one another if for no other reason than we had to.

    It wasn't long before this more relaxed attitude concerning our bodies carried over into the rest of the apartment. I would now walk about in my dressing robe and a pair of panties or bra and panties. He's go about in just his boxers. It wasn't like we were gawking at each other though. It was just easier a lot of the time to go about these ways than bother to try and hide.

    One Saturday morning John had slept in till nearly noon. I didn't begrudge him doing that at all. He'd had a game the night before and it was a real dogfight. His team won by a point and he really had gotten knocked around in the process. Even though cooking was my favorite activity in the world I was busy preparing a big dinner for him when he got up.

   The kitchen is an eat-in kitchen and he plopped down at the table wearing just a pair of boxers. I asked him if he'd like a something to eat. He said he'd like a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea if I didn't mind and of course I was glad to get it for him. As I set the bowl of cereal in front of him by pure chance I just happened to look in the direction of his lap and I had the sudden surprise of seeing his penis.

    The opening on the front of his boxers was hanging wide open and I got an eyeful. I'm sure he hadn't meant for me to see it and I certainly wasn't trying to see it, but see it I did. It wasn't hard or anything like that but just seeing it sent a jolt down my spine. It was just something I wasn't ever supposed to see and it really took me by surprise. I looked away quickly and returned to the dinner I was working on.

    As I worked I couldn't get the image out of my mind. I don't know if it's because John looks so much like his father did at that same age, or if it's because I hadn't been with a man for several months, or what is was but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept telling myself to just forget it but try as I might, I just couldn't.

    I finished getting the dinner prepared as best as I could and set things aside so we could eat later. I thought I'd get the dishes washed and went to the table to collect John's bowl and cup. When I was picking them up I couldn't help myself and looked to see if I'd get another peek. I did; his penis was still exposed and this time I took a good look. I couldn't believe myself but here I was checking out my own son's dick.

    I returned to my dishes and John said, "I think I'm going to go soak my aching bones in the tub for awhile." Which I thought was a good idea.

    He was in the tub for somewhere around twenty minutes and I worked on finishing the dishes. The whole time I kept thinking about what I'd seen. I just kept envisioning it in my mind and, well to be down right honest, I was getting wet between my legs. I was trying to make myself think of something else but I just couldn't.

    I wondered to myself if I'd get another peek at it if I went into the bathroom and found myself going knocking on the door. John told me to come on in and I told him I had to pee. "Come on in Mom, you know you don't have to knock." And I walked on in.

    I found myself a little disappointed that he had the shower curtain drawn back but what could I do.   I sat down to pee and asked him, "Hot bath helping you feel a little better?"

    "Yeah, it really feels good." he said, "I think every bone in my body is bruised."

    One thing about watching your son play football since he was 9 is that you end up learning a few things about the game. I engaged him in some conversation about the game and he pushed the curtain back a bit so we could talk. Much to my disappointment though I still never got another peek at his dick.

    The image of what I'd seen stayed with me throughout the day and into the evening but I never got another glimpse. When I went to bed that night I had a good time playing with my pussy thinking about it. As I rubbed my clit the only thing in my mind was his dick. I kept wondering what it would look like hard and if I'd ever get to see it that way.

    On Sunday it was my turn to sleep in. when I got up John was lying on the couch and watching television. I had on just my short robe and a pair of panties and sat at the table to read the paper and drink some coffee. Once or twice I felt his eyes on me but when I looked up, he quickly turned away. I kind of just shrugged it off, thinking to myself that it was probably just my imagination. I can't deny I had checked him out the previous day, but there was no way he was checking out me. Why would he? He has his choice of all the hotties at school and I'm just dear old Mom.

    "Hey Mom!" John called to me, "what do you have planned for today?"

    "I haven't really thought about it John" I said. Then asked, "why? Is there something you wanted to do? I figured you were probably going to hang out with your friends or something." That's the typical way he spends a Sunday afternoon.

    "No if you don't mind, I'm going to hang out here and watch the football game." He said.

    Of course I didn't mind. It was going to be nice to have some company and besides, I wouldn't miss my favorite team's game come hell or high water. Nothing in particular happened for the rest of the day but it seems worth mentioning just because it's another change that had occurred between us.

    Nothing of any significance happened for the next couple of weeks. We went about our lives like normal and I even managed to stop thinking about the time I got a glimpse of his dick. I did sense his eyes on me on a few occasions but I was never really sure about it. Just a sense like one has when you feel like someone's starring at you.

    Two weeks after the first weekend I told you about John had his homecoming game. There was a dance afterwards and some friends were having an all night party following that. When I got out of bed on Saturday he was just getting home. I fixed him some breakfast and then he said he was going to take a shower before he went to bed.

    He came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around him and asked me to wake him up in a few hours. "I don't want to sleep for too long or I'll never fall asleep tonight."

    I assured him I'd wake him at the requested time and then I went shopping for a while so that apartment would be nice and quiet for him. I made it home by 3:00 so I could wake him. When I opened the door to his room I immediately felt a shiver go up and down my spine.

    His blankets had come off and he was lying there completely nude. If I had thought I got a nice view two weeks ago, let me assure you the view this time was breath taking. He's got one hell of a nice body from head to toe and I felt guilty but I stared at him and enjoyed the view for a few moments. After a few moments I started worrying that he wake up and catch me looking. I pulled his blankets back over him and turned on the light. He never knew what I had seen but the sight stayed with me for a long time.

    My mind was racing at that point. Part of me just absolutely loved getting to see him like that and part of me was overcome with guilt for allowing myself to look. After he was up I decided I could use some privacy so I could think and told him I was going to take a nice long bath and relax.

    As I sat there soaking I realized how horny I was. My pussy was just begging to be played with and I wasn't about to deny myself the pleasure. I fingered myself for probably 15 minutes and then suddenly there was a quick knock on the door and John just walked on in saying he needed to take a leak.

    I immediately stopped touching myself but felt secure that he had seen nothing since I had the shower curtain drawn shut. I waited for him to finish and leave and then resumed my masturbation. The entire time I was in terrible conflict; I was picturing his naked body and telling myself to stop think of it at the same time. I guess the naughty side won out because I had a great climax, having to bite my lip just to keep quiet.

   Once I had allowed myself that pleasure I became convinced that there was no real harm in looking at him; after all, he's a very sexy young man. I even told myself it would probably be abnormal if I didn't look. I decided then and there that if the chance came to look, I was going to look. I wasn't exactly getting many thrills in my life anywhere else, in fact the orgasm I'd just had was the best I could remember for a long time.

    I wasn't exactly planning on raping him but really; but what harm is there in looking? I felt pretty naughty as I began to dress I began to wonder if he looked at me as well. I know that more than once I've felt like he was looking but I never have really caught him at it; Nothing definitive anyways.

    I had a sweat suit with me to put on over my bra and panties but decided that all I wanted was just the bra and panties. I even tossed the sweat suit into the hamper even though it was perfectly clean. I didn't want him wondering why I'd left it in the bathroom. Now he'd seen me in my underwear on many occasions but I'd never paraded around the apartment dressed that way intentionally before so I was very nervous. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and opened the bathroom door.

    John was watching a college football game so I plopped down on the easy chair and joined him. He was dressed only in a tee shirt and boxers so I'd have to say if nothing else; we were both comfy. As is always the case, he looked damned nice in those boxers too.

    John did have to leave for a couple of hours to watch game films and while he was gone I busied myself working on some crafts. When he returned he found me sitting on the floor surrounded by bits of yarn and such but still dressed only in my bra and panties. He came in, threw himself down on the couch, and propped his head up in his hand. For the first time I felt like he was purposely looking at me.

    When I felt his eyes on me it really turned me on. My nipples got hard instantly and I felt a dampness grow in my panties. Wanting to make conversation with him but unsure of what to say, I asked, "Got a big date planed for tonight?"

    His reply was, "I did but we canceled it, have you looked outside at all? It's really getting bad out there." I had no idea that the weather had changed and we were getting an early snow. Not just an early snow, we were getting pounded. "We're supposed to get close to a foot before this is over." He added.

    "I guess you're stuck here at home with good ole Mom." I said to him. As I spoke I realized he was staring right at my boobs. I knew my nipples were still erect and I really found myself liking how he looked at them. I almost wanted to take my bra off and really let him look, but I knew that was going too far.

    After quite a bit a small talk, the whole time I felt his eyes glued to my body, John said he was going to take a shower since he'd gotten all sweaty from practicing new play in the gym after watching the game films. He excused himself and head to the bathroom.

    Unlike any time ever before, he didn't close the bathroom door behind him when he entered. As I told you before the apartment is pretty small and from where I was sitting I was looking straight into the bathroom at him. He took off his shirt and then undid his jeans. He pulled them off, then actually turned and faced me (though there was no eye contact, he was looking into the mirror to his side) he then peeled off his boxers and stood facing me for a moment. One of his hands then briefly cupped his balls, and then he turned and entered the shower.

    Watching him disrobe in front of me then touch himself had really gotten to me. My pussy was soaking wet and I needed to touch myself. I knew I couldn't though; he usually didn't take long showers. I had to be happy with just a couple of quick rubs. While he was showering some thoughts occurred to me; was he trying to tease me just like I was trying to tease him? Did he know I'd seen him naked? Could he have made sure I saw him on purpose earlier? One more question came to mind after that; if the answer to these questions is yes, how far can this go? Perhaps I had better just put the brakes on all of this right now. I even thought that perhaps I should go and put on some clothes.

    I got up to go get dressed and just as I did he stepped out of the shower and was drying off making no effort to hide himself. Our bedrooms are on either side of the bathroom so I had to walk towards him to get to my room. As I walked that way he asked me, "You need in here Mom? There's room if you do."

    "No honey." I said, "I'm just getting a little chilled and thought I'd toss my robe on."

    As I entered my room I wanted to slap myself for saying robe, I should have said dressed. Maybe I really didn't want to get dressed after all. I then reached for my full robe and it occurred to me I really didn't want it, so I put on my short dressing robe. No harm in him still seeing a lot of leg I thought.

    As I passed the bathroom door he was standing there in all his glory combing his hair and again made no effort to cover himself. I tried to pass by quickly but he stopped me by asking a question, "I'm not so sure any places will still be open with this weather Mom, what are we going to do for dinner?"

    I turned and looked at him as I answered, "oh I guess I'll fry us some hamburgers or something, we won't starve." As I replied he was facing me still combing his hair and it looked like he was becoming aroused. He wasn't hard mind you but there was definitely some swelling there. He just smiled at me and said that'd be fine by him.

    I walked away realizing that either he's gotten completely comfortable about us seeing one another or was definitely teasing me. I just wasn't sure which it was or which I'd prefer it to be. I then went into the kitchen to begin preparing some dinner. The whole time I did, I made an effort to keep my back turned to John. I was sure my face was flushed and I didn't want him asking why.

    When I dinner about ready I hollered to John to fix us some drinks. When he came into the kitchen wearing just his boxers. He was very nonchalant and there was no mention of his standing before me nude just a few minutes earlier. He was being so casual about everything that I just couldn't quite figure out if it all meant anything or not. As he fixed our drinks the back of his hand brushed lightly across my ass. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or an accident but it sent shivers up and down my spine. I completely froze in my tracks for a moment.

    As we ate our dinner I kept wondering to myself who was teasing who in this home. Was he doing this deliberately or not? Was my imagination running wild or was he trying to entice me. I really was so unsure about it all and still didn't really know how far I was willing to push the preverbal envelope.

    There was one more incident of interest that occurred that evening. I was propped up on my knees on the couch. I wanted to look out the window to see how bad the snow was, and it wasn't looking good. We had at least a foot out there and it wasn't slowing down. I told John that he should take a look figuring that he'd look through the other end of the window. Instead though, he came up behind me, put one hand on either of my hips, pressed himself close to me, and looked out over my shoulder.

    His lips were close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He said nothing off color, in fact only talked about the weather but at the same time he pushed his pelvis into my backside and I could feel his hardness pushing against me. I'm not sure how long he stayed there behind me, it was probably just a minute but it felt like a lifetime. I don't think I took a single breath the whole time and my heart was beating a mile a minute.

    He eventually released me and nothing about it was said between us. It was perhaps an hour after that incident that I went to bed for the night. It took me a very long time to fall asleep that night. I had so much running through my mind and yes to be honest, I was downright horny. I allowed myself the pleasure of touching myself and I think I finally drifted off to sleep doing that.

     John was still sleeping when I woke up the next morning and I went to the window to look out. I was sort of hopeful that the roads were clear so I could go get some groceries. I felt like I just needed out of there for a little while just to think and clear my head. One quick look outside though told me that wasn't going to happen. The snow had stopped but it was a real mess out there.

    I was on my second cup of coffee when John finally got up. He stepped out to say good morning before going into the bathroom to take a leak and there was a very obvious tent at the front of his boxers. He seemed to purposely scratch himself in front of me; like he was trying to draw attention to it and then he went to take his piss.

    When he stepped back out into the living room he was completely naked and he still had an erection. Before I could react or say anything he just casually said, "I think I'll grab a shower before I have some breakfast." And then disappeared back into the bathroom. Once again not closing the door behind him.

    As he showered I couldn't get the image of his hard prick out of my mind. I wasn't expecting to see it and it left quite an impression on me. It was about seven inches long and I don't know of any other way to describe it but to say it looked delicious. I found myself moving so I could see him when he stepped out of the shower.

    When he was finished showering he stepped out and I really wasn't surprised that he made no effort to cover himself. What did surprise me though was he only briefly toweled himself in there. He walked out to the edge of the living room to finish drying himself. I probably should have told him to go cover up but just couldn't bring myself to do anything but stare at him. The way his dick bobbled up and down as he toweled himself had me mesmerized.

    I must have stared for at least a couple of minutes and then finally I realized I had better do something. I stood up and announced that I was going to take a good long bath. I walked past him and he simply said to me, "Have fun Mom."

    I stepped into the bathroom and took off my robe. I then bent over to start the water and waited till I got it just right and rose up to disrobe and waited for the tub to fill. I was reaching behind me to unclasp my bra when there was a quick knock on the door and then it opened. John stood there, still naked, and told me the news was calling for some more snow that night. Then he just leaned against the doorframe and stood there.

    "Did you need something John?" I asked him.

    "No" was all he said.

    I turned my back to him and took off my bra. Then I shimmied out of my panties and stepped into the tub. I settled down into the water and pulled the curtain shut saying, "Bye Hon, see you in a little while."

    My nipples were as hard and my pussy was wet. I knew for sure that he wanted me; this was not just a little teasing. He was getting braver and braver and I was doing nothing to stop him; in fact I realized that by never saying or doing anything, I was encouraging him. As I massaged my breasts and teased my nipples I wondered to myself just how far I'd let this go till I'd put on the brakes. It had to stop, didn't it?

    I wanted so badly to touch my pussy and bring myself relief; but I just couldn't allow myself. Part of me wouldn't simply because the door was still open and part of me wouldn't because of guilt. I was in such conflict over all of this. I had to admit to myself I wanted to make mad passionate love to John; but at the same time I knew how wrong it was to have these feelings. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, and more than anything I wanted to fuck.

    When I felt it was time to get out of my bath I stood up and opened the shower curtain and John was watching from the living room. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and wasn't hiding the fact he was watching me. I got such a thrill out of him looking at my naked body. My legs felt wobbly beneath me and I felt like I couldn't breath. My heart was beating harder than it ever had before and it felt like it was in my throat.

    When I was dry I put on a pair of panties and was going to put on a bra but thought to hell with it and just put my dressing robe on. I then walked into the living room and sat across from John. I wasn't sure what should or would happen next but I was filled with anticipation.

    When nothing was happening or even being said between us I decided to prepare us some lunch. "Does chicken-noodle-soup sound good to you honey?" I asked him. I knew he wasn't going to say no. He'd rather chew broken glass than actually fix his own meal.

    "Sure Mom sounds real good to me." He then replied.

    So off I went to the kitchen and busied myself getting things ready. As I stood in front of the stove and stirred the soup John came into the kitchen. "I think I'll fix some drinks for us while you get that ready." He said to me and I replied that I thought that would be wonderful.

    He had to reach over my shoulder to get the glasses out and seemed to purposely press himself right up against me to do it. I could feel his erect penis pushing against me as he did this and it sent a shiver up and down my spine. He was driving me crazy and I think he knew it.

    I tried to speak but couldn't get any words to come out, all I could say was, "John I, I." And he just told me to hush.

    I then felt something on my shoulders and realized right away it was his towel. He had taken it off and draped it on me. I guess it was his way of quietly letting me know. He then pressed against me again and this time put his hands on my sides.

     "I've wanted you for so long Mom, I can't take it any more." I heard him whisper into my ear. "You make my cock so hard, I've seen how you look at it, I know you want it too." He added.

    As he said this hands slid up and cupped my breasts. He rubbed them all over for a moment then untied the sash on my robe. As he did this I turned my head to him and he brought his mouth to mine and kissed me. As we kissed I turned to face him completely and he began pulling my robe off of me as we did.

    He ran his hand down the length of my arm till he was holing my hand. He then guided my hand to his erect cock and I wrapped my hand around it. I loved how the skin was so soft and I could feel veins bulging out of it. "John we can't do..." He stopped me mid sentence with another kiss.

    As we kissed passionately John's hands were all over me. On my ass, then on my breasts, and then he slid a hand down my tummy and into the front of my panties. When he felt how wet my pussy was he broke our kiss and said, "Oh God Mom, you're so hot, I knew you wanted this as bad as I do." I could no longer deny it.

    He pushed my panties down and off of me and I stepped out of them. He then crushed himself against me again and held me so tight as we kissed like the lovers we'd become. His tongue was intertwined with mine and nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. It was no longer a question of right and wrong. It was simply a matter of love.

    We broke our kiss and I said to him, "Why don't we go lay down on my bed lover?" and then led him by the cock to my room. We never once stopped touching as we lay down and snuggled together as lovers do. There was no rushing anything, John is a wonderful lover and rushed into nothing.

    John was finger fucking me as we kissed and I was so horny that he quickly brought me to an orgasm. "Oh yeah Mom! Cum for me baby, cum all over my hand Mom!" he was saying. I was more than happy to oblige him.

    As my first climax subsided he the said, "Mom I really want you to suck my cock, I want to feel it in your mouth." His voice was almost pleading.

   "Yes John, give me that cock, I want to suck it for you. All I could think about since I've seen it is how it'll taste!" I said not believing the words that rolled off of my tongue.

   He the knelt before me and offered his cock to my mouth. I let my tongue extend to it and savored my first taste and it was wonderful. I then opened my mouth and slowly took as much of it as I could. I think the way I purred told him how much I liked it and he began to fuck my face.

   It was his turn to cum quickly from all the excitement. He cock swelled and he tried to pull it out of my mouth. "Oh no you don't I said, you give it to me in the mouth baby!" I told him, and as I placed my mouth back on his cock I was rewarded with a tremendous load of his man cream. I swallowed every last drop and wondered at the deliciousness of it.

   I kept sucking his cock after that; I wanted it hard again so he could fuck me and he knew it. "Yeah Mom, keep sucking it. You love my cock don't you." Then he added, "Get it hard again Mom, I want to fuck you so bad." He was fingering my pussy to get it ready the whole time he was saying these things. He knew by both my wetness and groans I wanted exactly the same thing.

    Once he was back to his full hardness I was ready to be fucked. Told him, "Fuck me now John, fuck me like you mean it."

    I spread my legs wide and john crawled on top of me. I grabbed his swollen cock and guided it into me. The moment it entered me I felt more satisfied than I ever had in my life. He kept telling me how good my pussy felt and I in turn said the same about his cock. He fucked me in the missionary position for about five minutes and then turned me over and entered me doggy style.

    As he resumed fucking me I felt my orgasm growing. I looked over my shoulder at him and told him, "Yes baby keep fucking me! Keep fucking Momma! I'm going to cum!" and I erupted into a mind shattering orgasm. All I can say is that I my ex used to make me cum some of the time but even when he did it was nothing like this. My entire body was enveloped in it and it felt like it lasted forever. I actually passed out for a moment.

    When I regained my senses John was about to shoot his load. I encouraged him by saying, "Go ahead baby, cum in Momma's pussy! Give me your load! I want to feel you cum deep inside of me!"

    He unloaded inside of me with grunts and groans that were so loud they could have awakened the dead. Saying over and over again, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he kept pumping me until every last drop of his semen was spent. He then collapsed on top of me and for the longest time in a sweaty heap. We were very quiet for a long time. John was the first to speak saying, "Mom?"

   "Yes John?" I replied.

   "I love you"

   "I love you too John."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    It was really getting late but I just wasn't tired. I had the house to myself and was sitting at the computer in the nude looking at some porn. My son was staying the weekend at his Dad's house, a rarity in itself, and my boyfriend had to work. This left me some quiet time and I needed it. I was enjoying a little wine and a little peace and quiet.

    Like I said I was surfing porn and I was enjoying a little self-stimulation. I'm a normal healthy 38-year-old woman and because my son and I share such a small apartment together I don't get much of a chance to enjoy this. His room is just on the other side of a thin wall from mine and to be honest, I just can't be quiet when I'm aroused.

    As I was surfing I also decided to check out some chat rooms. I really don't chat all that much while on line but when I'm in the mood I do enjoy it. I went right to the user created rooms knowing that's where the hot talk would be. Mature interests seemed like the right place to look.

    I tried a few rooms but really didn't find much that interested me and was about to give up when I got an instant message. It was from a guy who said he was 18 years old and liked older women. He wanted to know if I'd be willing to chat. I usually wouldn't talk with a guy that young but he was polite so I figured no harm in giving him a chance.

    We chatted for quite awhile. I really liked this kid, he was polite and seemed very mature for his age. The talk was not purely sexual either. He actually seemed to want to get to know me and I liked that. Most guys on line act like complete jerks and just want to role-play or have cyber sex right off the bat. This kid however just seemed to want to learn all about me. I even ended up sending him a picture of myself and that's just something I never do.

    At one point he wanted to know what I was wearing and I told him honestly that I wasn't wearing anything. He told me he was naked too and we started describing to each other the things we were doing to ourselves. This ended up being the first time I ever actually found cyber sex to be erotic and I had a great climax from our chat. When we finished I bid him good night and went to bed finally satisfied.

    When I awoke the next morning I decided to go on line while I enjoyed my morning coffee. I instantly got a message from my new friend and he let me know his cock was still hard from our chat the night before and we picked up right where we had left off. It was such a turn on to me to know that I could arouse a guy his age. We ended up having cyber sex three more times together before the weekend was over.

    Looking back I think I missed a few clues as to this guy's true identity Several times he asked me things about my son. Nothing off color mind you but I should have asked myself why he was interested, but I never put two and two together. I just figured he wanted to know because my son is close in age to him.    

    I wasn't on line very much the next few days so I didn't talk to him again for a while. The following Thursday though I was alone in the house again and I got an instant message from him. This once again turned into some great cyber sex. I found that he just seemed to know all the right buttons to push with me.

    It was on Friday that I got the shock of my life. I had just gotten home from work and decided to check my e-mail. Bryan, my son was not home and when he left the apartment he had made a mistake that changed things between us forever. He had left AOL running and I was just about to change users when I happened to look at his screen name. It was the name of the guy I'd been having so much fun with on line. I realized that he had been using a name on his Dad's account so I wouldn't know who it was.

    The realization of what I'd done hit me instantly. I had cyber sex with my own son. I had described to him in great detail how I was fingering my pussy, touching my breasts, wishing I were sucking his cock, craving the feel of his hard shaft inside of me. I was both mortified and angry at the same time, how could he have done this to me? Then another question came to mind, why had he done this?

    I wasn't sure how to handle any of this, should I confront him about it? Should I ignore it and treat it as just a phase he's going through? Maybe I should talk to his father about it. I was just so unsure as to what I should do. I decided to take a hot bath to try and relax and think things over.

    As I lay there about a million thoughts ran through my mind. I don't think I could have been in more shock had I been hit by a truck. I tried to assure myself that all teenage boys probably fantasize about their mothers at some point. I wasn't a bad looking woman after all. I had lost the few extra pounds that I had carried around for a long time and perhaps I should just take it as a compliment and try and forget about the whole thing.

    After a nice long soak I finally got out of the tub. I threw on a robe and sat down to finally read my e-mail. As soon as I logged on, I got an instant message from my son, who of course didn't know that I had found him out. He started telling me that he'd been thinking about me all day and his cock was as hard as a rock. I knew I really wasn't ready to deal with confronting him so I just sort of played along. I thought that'd be for the best at the moment and didn't see any harm in it.

    He was telling me about stroking and the things that he'd like to be doing to me and suddenly I realized that despite the fact I now knew who this was, I was turned on. I opened my robe and began masturbating with him. We once again had some great cyber sex and for a short while I forgot it was my son and just treated him as my on line lover.

     Once we had finished reality hit me hard. I had just had cyber sex with my own son and this time I did it willingly and knowingly. What had I been thinking? This is insane. He's my own teenage son. How will I ever face him when he comes home? A million other questions were running through my mind not the least of which was how do I stop this or do I even want to?

    I was so confused; how did it happen that I would find myself wanting my own son? How did it come about that he wanted me? Could I stop this thing before it went any further? Did I want it to stop or did I want to actually touch him, suck him, and fuck him?

    I kept telling myself that he was just going through a phase and it would pass. The only problem was that he had dragged me into it and now I wasn't so sure that I wanted it to be just a phase. I enjoyed our time on line together and had to admit to myself that deep down, I did want it to continue. I thought about it and decided that at minimum; I could play along on line for a while, nobody had to know. He didn't even need to know that I was onto him.

    I had decided to call my boy friend and tell him that I wasn't feeling well and that I wouldn't be going over to his place that evening. I knew he had to work the rest of the weekend and would be disappointed but I needed time to think and I was in no mood to deal with him. I had no idea when Bryan would be home and how I was going to face him when he was but I knew I was going to have to sooner or later.

    My mind was going a mile a minute and I guess it just sort of shut down on me. I sat down on the sofa and the next thing I knew Bryan was coming into the apartment. I must have been asleep for at least a couple of hours and was totally out of it when I awoke. I didn't even realize at first that I was still clad in only a robe with nothing underneath.

    Bryan asked if I minded him watching some TV and of course I said I didn't. I was now wide-awake and I knew there was no use in going to bed, I'd never fall back to sleep right away. I asked him what time it was and he told me 12:30. the cobwebs were clearing from my mind when he asked me if I'd like a soda and went to the kitchen. It was then I realized how I was dressed.

    He brought our drinks in and plopped down on the love seat across from me. I asked him where he'd been all evening and he told me he stopped over at his Dad's place for a while then went out with some friends for a while. It was easy to figure out that the time at his Dad's place was when we had chatted on-line.

    We made a little small talk and I realized that for the first time ever I was checking him out. When I say that I mean I was looking at him from head to toe. I found myself wondering if his cock was really the seven inches long he had told me it was. I then decided to tease him a bit; kind of hint around about the cyber sex and just see how he'd react.

     I told him I'd like his opinion about something and he said he'd be glad to give it. I asked him if he thought on line romances could work; I'd met a younger guy on line and really liked him. He grinned big time and said that yes he thought that on line romance could work, but asked me if things weren't going well with my boyfriend.

    I told him that things were ok between us but I get a little bored with him at times. I met this younger guy over the Internet and I really liked him and just thought maybe I shouldn't close any doors in my life at this time. I told him that I was seriously asking this guy if he'd like to meet and Bryan didn't say anything but he had the funniest look on his face.

    He then excused himself to go change into some comfy clothes and while he was gone I couldn't help but wonder how he felt about what I'd just said. I also took the opportunity to fix my robe so that I was showing lots of cleavage. I wanted him to get a nice view when he came back into the room.

    When he walked back in I noticed he seemed to stand behind me for a long time. I knew he was getting a good look at my cleavage and it gave me quite a thrill. I could feel my nipples become hard instantly and I felt a familiar dampness between my legs. Does he really think I'm sexy? I wanted to know; no, I needed to know.

    It seemed that I was no longer in control of myself. My sexual nature took total control of me. There was a little voice deep inside of me telling me to stop; that I'd taken this far enough, but I wasn't able to stop myself. I said I was going to fix us some popcorn and stood up. When I did I purposely let my robe fall open. It was only for a moment but he got to see that I was completely naked under the robe.

    It only took a couple of minutes for the microwave popcorn to pop and as I waited I could actually hear my heart beating. I was trembling because I knew I was about to cross a line that I never before even had known existed. I had to fight with myself just to keep from touching my pussy. That may have been the longest two minutes of my life.

    At last the popcorn was ready and I stepped back into the living room. I had poured the bag into a bowl and I set it on the couch beside me. Bryan was sitting on the loveseat again and I told him he should come sit with me so we can share the popcorn. He did as I asked and joined me. This gave me ample opportunity to show off my cleavage. Every time I'd reach for popcorn, I'd make a point of bending in such a way so that he was getting a good look into the top of my robe.

    I waited till I knew he wasn't looking and untied the sash on my robe. I knew that the first time I moved it would fall open and I wanted it to. The very next time I reached for a kernel it fell open. Bryan's eyes were glued to my breasts and I made no effort to cover them. I wanted Bryan to see them and I let him.

    Not a word was spoken for a few moments; he just stared straight at my breasts and it turned me on so much. Without saying a word I nonchalantly reached up and started to fondle them in front of him. I then parted my legs so that my pussy was exposed to him. My heart was pounding, my legs were shaking, and I was so wet that I was dripping.

    I thought of something I had told him while we were chatting on line and I said, "I told you my pussy was shaved, do you like it?"

    He seemed shocked to find out I knew it had been him and he started to apologize. I just told him to shut up. Yes I was mad at first but after I thought it over I was to say the least, intrigued. Then I asked him once again if he liked the way my pussy looked smooth shaven.

    He seemed to be very unsure of himself or scared to death. As much as I was frightened by my own actions I wasn't about to stop. I spread my legs wide and started to finger myself. I even licked my fingers and told him how good it tasted. I guess I wanted him to become more the aggressor but if wasn't going to I was.

    I reminded him of how he had told me so many times of how he would love to lick my pussy. I told him to go ahead. I wanted him to; I need him to. He was very tentative but he leaned in slowly and I reached up and put my hand behind his head and pushed his mouth onto my pussy.

    The feeling was incredible. His tongue made me feel better than I can ever remember feeling. Once he got started he was shy no longer. He had his mouth buried in my pussy and had my tits in each of his hands and was pinching my nipples. He licked me for about ten minutes and I was so far gone I swear I passed out. My first orgasm with him was incredible.

    As my climax subsided I knew what I wanted next. I wanted to see his cock. I wanted to feel it. More than anything I wanted to taste it. I pushed him over so that I was now on top of him and kissed him square on the lips. It was a mad passionate kiss. My tongue pushed its way between his lips and we embraced as lovers. As we kissed I rubbed my hand over his crotch and was quite pleased by the lump that I felt.

    I pulled his shirt off of him and then started on his shorts. The second that the elastic passed the head it popped out and sprang to life. It was every bit as big as he had claimed it was if not bigger. He also had the loveliest set of balls ever seen.

    I wrapped my hand around the shaft and almost came again just from the excitement of touching it. I was such a dirty foul-mouthed slut. I was telling him how nice his cock is, how good it felt, and was asking him if he wanted me to suck it. Of course he did want just that; he practically begged me to put it in my mouth. I teased him for a bit. Poking my tongue out and almost licking it then veering off. I kissed all around the base and even his balls.

    I sensed he was getting close to Cumming and I didn't want that to happen just yet. I stopped my teasing and gave him the chance to calm down. Once he did I extended out my tongue and gently licked the tip of his cock. I instantly loved how he tasted.

    I then opened my mouth wide with full intent of taking every inch of his cock down my throat. I came pretty damned close too. I could feel his pubes tickling my nose. I'd suck then I'd lick. I'd lick then I'd suck. Every so often stopping to lick his nuts. I even went so far as to lick his asshole once. He got close to exploding again and I wanted to taste his seed.

   I told him to cum in my mouth and engulfed his shaft. I loved it when I could feel his cock swell in my mouth and started to taste that lovely salty tang of cum. I kept sucking as he erupted several times into my mouth and swallowed every drop. I've always loved the taste of a man's load but his is absolutely the finest I've ever had. I didn't stop sucking after he exploded. I wanted him hard again because I wasn't through with him yet.

    When I could tell he was completely hard again I scooted up and kissed him again. As I did I reached between our legs and guided his cock to the lips of my pussy. I felt the head slide in and I pushed and in one quick motion he was buried inside of me. I told him to fuck me hard. I wanted his cock to pound me till I screamed.

    He pumped that beautiful hard cock in and out of me with a fury. He was grunting and groaning. I was screaming and scratching. I rode him for a while the he flipped me over and fucked me hard as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deep into me.

    I couldn't catch my breath and suddenly erupted in a massive orgasm. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and every square inch of me felt like I was in heaven. Something happened to me then that had never happened before. Just as my orgasm subsided I suddenly erupted into another one. My Bryan knows how to fuck!

    As I calmed down I could tell Bryan was about to climax. I pushed him off and engulfed his cock into my mouth once again. I swallowed his load for the second time and made sure not one drop went to waste. I sucked his cock till he was spent and I loved doing it.

    He then did something that finished the evening off in the most perfect of was. He took me by the hand and led me to my bed. I crawled in and he settled in next tome and cuddled me all night. I can't even describe how happy I was at that moment. He held me tight as we both drifted off into the most splendid of sleeps.

 

 

 

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God, I really needed to shove something inside my cunt! I got up and walked over to the dresser. My hairbrush. The handle had a good shape to it, and I’ve used it before, but afterwards, it was going to need a good soaking to get my pussy juices off the bristles.

I laid back down and tentatively pushed the handle inside. Sometimes my cunt seemed ample, but other times–it was crazy–but it felt like a tampon would rub me raw. The handle of the brush had a bit of a curve to it, but it wasn’t shaped the way I wanted. I craved something not so tapered. Bored, I slid it in and out for a minute. It wasn’t doing a thing for me. Being seventeen really sucked.

For one thing, the hairbrush handle wasn’t nearly long enough! This time--my thoughts on Bobby and his big man-dick--I really wanted something that could prod around in my depths, the parts I couldn’t reach with a finger. I needed a carrot. I needed a cucumber. I tried to remember, but I was fairly certain the vegetable bin was empty.

Restless and edgy, I eventually fell asleep.

When I got to Bobby’s, he ran out to the car the moment his parents pulled up in the driveway. "Dido! Dido!" he yelled.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house. "Hank! Hank! This Dido!"

He was introducing me. I put out my hand and smiled. "My real name’s Diane."

I was looking at a gorgeous young man, probably a year or two older than I was. He had dark, curly hair like Bobby’s, and his nose was a little more prominent.

"I’m Bobby’s brother. I go to Wazzu and I’m home from college for the weekend."

"Oh."

"We wouldn’t need a sitter, but I’ve got to cram for a test. I’m gonna disappear in my room. You won’t even know I’m here."

"Okay."

Hank grinned, "Anyway, he seems to like your company." Hank motioned at his brother.

I looked at Bobby. He was wearing filmy soccer shorts and his hard-on jutted out like a rhinoceros in the middle of a room. Don’t notice the rhinoceros!

Nervous, I acted like I didn’t know what the hell Hank was talking about, and I leaned over to Bobby. "You wanna draw?"

Hank disappeared into a room down the hallway. Weird. What kind of a brother would point out his embarrassing boner? I took Bobby’s hand. Maybe he meant something else. I couldn’t be certain.

We went into the living room where he had a desk scattered with his crayons and paper. There were new drawings hanging on his bulletin board. He pointed to one of a girl wearing a black and purple dress. "That Dido."

"That’s me? That’s great Bobby."

I pulled up a chair from the table so we could both sit together at his desk. I started making a picture of a race car, Bobby’s favorite sport.

"Aha!" He exclaimed, after a few minutes. With a bold black crayola he had drawn a primitive phallus and a girl with her mouth wide open and her teeth showing. He started laughing

Oh my god!

"Oh Bobby." Quietly I took his picture and shoved it under my drawing of the race car. What had I done?? Had he been drawing pictures like this since I was here three weeks ago?? I was mortified. "Here, honey," I said, "draw me a picture of the Indy 500."

He laughed and pointed at the picture that he already made. "That Bobby."

"Please, Bobby. Let’s draw Mark Martin."

Somehow I was able to divert his attention and he started a picture of his favorite driver.

Shit! I sat there, my heart racing. I knew the picture was primitive, but it was definitely his penis, all sprung, and it looked like he wanted to insert it into that mouth he had made with the pretty red lips. I was so embarrassed!

I got up for a glass of water and I quickly crumpled his drawing and threw it into the wastebasket.

I had really messed up his thinking! One of the things I liked most about Bobby was his innocence. He was like a ten year old and I hadn’t even realized he was almost my age until I babysat him last time. I cooked chicken soup and we ate it with saltines in front of the television. I sat, my stomach in knots and we watched Hee Haw until it was time for me to put him to bed.

I wasn’t looking forward to this.

"C’mon, Bobby," I said reluctantly, "Let’s get ready for bed."

Bobby hopped up from the couch, a grin stretched from ear to ear. I glanced down. His pants tented out. The rhinoceros had come back into the room.

No bath tonight. That’s what got it all started the last time. I pulled his covers back and found his pajama bottoms under his pillow. "Let’s get ready for bed." I said, trying to convince myself he was going to climb right into bed.

He started laughing. I turned and he had pulled off his clothes and was jumping around, his big dick bouncing around. "Ha ha!"

"Bobby!" I said sternly. "You need to get your pajamas on. Here."

I handed him his pants and obediently he started pulling them on. He awkwardly pulled them up to his hard-on and tucked the band under his balls, his magnificent dick springing out above it. "Ha ha!" He put his hands on either side of his cock and thrust his hips forward. He was admiring how long he’d made it.

And it was fascinating. I had to admit. The head was almost as big as a golf ball, and it was engorged and purplish. Then the scar from when he was circumcised, still a little pinker than the rest of it. Then his marvelous shaft, ridged veins that stood out. Under different circumstances, with a different person, in a different place, I would have been happy to fall on my knees at his feet and to take that beautiful dick into my hands and just stroke its length, marveling at the miracle that can make such a bold erection.

But with Bobby, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’d already messed him up. I walked over to him, and I pulled the waistband of his pajamas up and over the huge dick. Oh I wanted to touch it, to stroke it, to bend over and have him thrust it into my aching cunt.

Because yes, I was soaking wet. I could feel the gurgle of juices move around between my pussy lips as I crossed the room. Did my period start? I felt so wet, I wasn’t sure. But it wasn’t the right time of the month. Oh, no, that was my sex calling to me... Oh Diane, go ride this beautiful cock.

Bobby wanted me to play with it too. He pointed at it and smiled. "Dido! Dido!" He called, wanting me to notice. "Uhn-uhn-uhn."

Oh he wanted some more. Oh my god. What had I done?

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.

"Home a little early?" I asked as he entered the side door. He just nodded, and looked around. The dog was looking at me and then him, that luxurious tongue in and out of his mouth, and then looking at me again, walking over. I turned away and went to pee and clean up. "That dog sure thinks you're something, doesn't he?" he asked. I shut the door, sat on the toilet, turned on the water in the sink and played with myself until I came. I needed that. Got cleaned up, flushed and back out for dinner.

"I think he wants a little of you again tonight," he said. I started making salad. The macaroni was already simmering and we had a little meal. I wondered what was next. "I said, I think he wants a little." I gave him a hard stare. Resisting the idea would fool him but my cunt was getting wet again. I couldn't just say "Yeah, let's do it" or he'd figure it out. I crossed my legs, giving myself a jolting in the pussy. "Want some more...macaroni?" I said not answering his suggestion. Coy was good. The son-of-a-bitch didn't have a clue.

We watched some TV--he had the clicker of course, are you kidding? He abruptly switched it off. "I'm tired. Let's go to bed." I thought about camouflaging my face with cold cream to gross him out but got into my nightie and under the covers, turning the light off as I did. The room was dark and I could hear the car door opening and closing and then he was back inside.

"I've got a surprise, bitch!" he said. The room was still dark when I felt a lot of movement on the bed and heavy breathing. Not that kind of heavy breathing--dog breaths and slathering tongues. "Tongues?" I asked myself. Suddenly the covers were ripped away and I felt the cool air. A dog paw scratched at my leg and I pulled away.

My eyes adjusted to the light. My God! There were two of them pawing at me. "A little surprise for my favorite bitch," he said. I tried to be calm and resistant. It was hard for me because I was suddenly excited through the length of my body. It had been my suggestion, after all, that the first dog might need a companion--besides me, I mean.

So now there were two dogs. And, twice the pleasure? I couldn't wait to find out!

"Roll over!" he ordered. I did so. "Stop!" I said, pushing at the paws. "Go on," he said, "Lick that bitch." I felt tongues, two of them, obediently licking. "This is going too far," I blurted out. "Shut up! It was your idea..." he said. My turn to be obedient...and put on my acting face. My body couldn't lie, only my face. I was pretending to be disgusted: "This is disgusting," I said but had trouble with the last word as the two tongues were taking my breath. I lifted my butt to the touches. "Spread your lips," he ordered and I complied. Those two long tongues were totally covering my cunt. They were rough and warm and I imagined them massaging my inner and outer lips and clit which was stiff. Then one tongue darted quickly inside licking the walls and I grabbed the sheet and flinched and spread for more. Then again it slipped inside and my face flushed with the excitement! Another tasted my ass and I bucked to the touch. I knew husband was watching, probably jacking off. He must have liked punishing me like this. I did too.

This was too much. A double fucking. Boy was I ready for this. I kept spreading my lips, feeling the tongues on my fingers, curling in and out, lapping my juices. Darting inside me again. I couldn't believe how wet I was from their tongues and my own excitement. I'd have to change the sheets for sure! Then my face was in the pillows, holding back. I usually came by this time but didn't want husband to see how quick I was. He'd guess something and I'd get it good.

"That's enough," I said. "This is too--uh--much!" The last word had to be forced as I was building up so fast. "Liar!" he said. "You forgot about my video camera," he said. It was then I knew my secret was no more. He continued: "So you think you can fool the old man. You're a fucking dog's bitch and I've got it all on film...except for the first day." The dog must have given me away. The way it looked at me, cocked its head, tried to nuzzle at my waist...I wasn't the actor I thought I was.

But those tongues had me transfixed, my body a willing participant in dog fucking. I wanted this and could care less about the secret. I was a bitch for these dogs. I was a wanton animal ravished and had by other animals. Another tongue, deep inside this time to extract every wet from my throbbing cunt and I spread my legs and heaved up to the touching.

I felt lost and breathless when he slapped me, hard, on my ass. The sound of the slap and the pain startled me. Unexpected. But the pain carried me higher. Then another slap and my ass stung, my cunt lips seemed to explode with feelings, the tongues soothed me and rocked me. My tits on the sheets moved my nipples erect. I lost it. Feeling nothing and everything.

I was nowhere and everywhere. A hurting, feeling, coming radiating thing. I exhaled and was dizzy. I was a dumb and numb animal as the licking and the slapping and more licking took my body up and away. I was shaking. My skin seemed alive. My cunt alive and in flame to the coolness of juices running down my legs. Those damned dogs! Licking my legs and past my cunt to my ass. They wouldn't stop. "Please don't stop now!" He was slapping again.

I collapsed...couldn't take any more. The dogs now licking at my arm pits and my face and back down my legs, cleaning the last wet from my ass and cunt. Bringing me down to a limp thing on the bed...I was dazed. My ass was throbbing from the spanking and I was cool from the licking...

I wondered what would be my next surprise and then I remembered the video camera and thought of punishment.

I couldn't take much more "punishment" this good.

In my case, of course, I blamed the son-of-a-bitch. He started it. I was only a reluctant and embarrassed actor in the part he created. If he hadn't brought the dog home--you know the rest of the story.

It was his fault and don't look at me when Your dog starts sniffing around me which he does all the time...my problem was when I even looked at the dog I would get wet and that would only excite him more...My husband knew I was a slut and only laughed at my "little problem." "You're a bitch," he would say, "and the dog knows it. What do expect, bitch!" He loved to call me that. If he only knew. I was afraid of what he might do.

I had to plan our mornings and nights to explain away this dog's insatiable interest in me but how to do that? Then one night I said: "You got off seeing him fuck me didn't you?" Son-of-bitch-husband nodded. "You want to see him do it again. I know it," I said. He just stared. "Well, how about right now," I challenged. "Bring him in here asshole." I got a good slap for that last remark. It was okay. It was part of my plan. Let the voyeur son-of-a-bitch watch a few times and in took the pressure off me when the dog was pawing and sniffing at dinner time.

So he brought in the dog who knew his part--only too, too well. I pretended to be the newly deflowered virgin and fumbled around with his prick as it sought its mark. This dog knew what he was doing by now. A poor actor. But I pretended to be the amateur and looked for the best position, helped that long dog cock into my longing hole which was hot and wet long before our little play began by the way. It felt so good. I had to pretend. I couldn't come too fast or husband might suspect.

I was a good actor and pretended looking bored...I was just putting on a show for husband. But the dog was hard at it, jamming me, fucking my cunt as he knew how and I thought maybe the dog was beginning to have doubts if he was fucking the same bitch who got so hot during the daylight sessions. I let loose a little and watched my husband jacking his dick. Then I couldn't hold back and my body was shaking and my hands over my mouth. Then at my waist feeling that slippery urgent dicking of my cunt.

Eyes closed now, stifling my usual groans as my lover dog made his bitch come good and then again as I was used to our routine. Coming once, for me, was only the beginning of multiple orgasm. My ears were ringing. My tongue was numb against my teeth. That dog was bringing me off so good now. Then we lay panting--that dog and me. I was afraid to open my eyes and see my husband. When I finally did, he looked stunned. He was just staring at us there on the bed, his own dick still dripping on his hand. He laid down and the room went quiet, except for our breathing.

He had to go to work early the next day. Overtime! I could hardly wait. I wanted the dog's knot in me. I had no idea there would soon be another dog in our lives. Someone to keep the first dog company--and me too. I wasn't about to be excluded from the menagerie.

He had this dog on a leash. "I got it at the pound," he said. Too cheap to buy a real dog. I felt sorry for the dog as he would feed it nothing but scraps. We laid in bed a few nights later and he called the dog to jump up on the covers. I turned over on my side and pretended to be sleeping when he lifted the covers and the dog started started sniffing around. It was my turn to be grossed-out! God! that dog's nose was cold. He must have gotten a scent. I had gotten the cucumber ready for the salad just before dinner and the dog knew it. He was going at it and my husband was encouraging it. Then I felt a long tongue licking at me from behind. I pretended sleep but couldn't pretend for long. My resentment got the better of me, as did that tongue.

I would teach my husband a lesson about orgasm that night. Real orgasm. I forgot about oohing and aahing and let that dog have his way with me. Giving me one hell of a good licking and my husband petting its ears; urging him on to me. I was soon on all fours on the floor. "He's better than you," I was thinking without daring to say it out loud. I was imagining a real stud of a man rogering me; making me really come hard against every thrust. Then that dog let me have it and I was wet all over from myself and the dog and he was licking it all up. Then my husband took a turn and I had to pretend again. That dog wasn't tired and went at me for fuck number three that night...which was the best I'd had--no compliments to my husband who was lying there watching and calling me a "bitch-in-heat." One thing. I slept good that night.

He was off to work the next morning. I washed and vaccuumed and put on the telly and the dog was asleep. I stared at him there on the living room rug. Dog's sure love to sleep. I went to my bedroom and brushed my hair; looking in the mirror and wondering what kind of woman I was...I brushed and thought of the night before thinking about it with every stroke; feeling my resentment and how to get even; cucumbers and carrots for salad that night and feelings about that damned dog fucking me. I was getting wet again just watching myself. I dropped the brush, stepped out of my housecoat and put on my nighty.

Resentment, hell! I was going to seduce that dog and have a real fuck without my husband knowing. I was going to get even and enjoy it for once. I had no idea how bad I would feel. My nighty came to my waist and I went to the couch and called for the dog. Nothing doing. No interest. I got some dog food and anointed my pussy. Still nothing from my canine lover. I kneeled down and put some food on his nose which he licked. I put some more food on my finger and he licked that. I put some on my fanny and he took the hint and started licking the food. I put some more. He got a taste of me and his ears lifted.

I watched as just the tip of his dick came out of its little pouch and then more of the dick. It was very long and stiff and dripping. I was scared. I hadn't seen it while on all fours. It was a funny dripping thing. I wasn't sure now but the dog was getting frantic for my taste and that tongue was hot on me. I couldn't stop either and opened my legs wider. My husband would be pissed if he knew. It made me feel warm deep inside. I felt his hairy legs at my waist. He wanted fucking. Me, too. I edged my butt toward him and felt his dick poking around trying to find my hole.

God it was a funny thing. Made my hand wet. I'd clean the cucumbers with my hands later on for a really good salad. Right now I guided his dick against my lips. I was ready for that dog to make me come again, like last night. I jolted on the couch as it found me. It hurt going in but the dog had to have me now. His tongue was at my neck and his legs and dick were jumping around. I got off the couch and on to my hands and knees. It was easier for him that way. He pushed and pushed and fucked me hard. I leaned down a little, opening myself. It really hurt now but in a good way.

I felt the tip of his dick---deep. And again and now he had me locked into him. I was his bitch. He owned my cunt. My lips were spread and hurting and then I let loose. I was an animal. He was grunting and so was I. I couldn't help coming. Not like last night, under control. I lost control and wanted fucking. He gave me everything I wanted. Right there on the floor. I couldn't stop it. It worked me up. We were an instrument. A single knotted machine, responding to each thrust of that piston, churning every part of me into a frenzy of "oohs" and more "oohs." Real ones.

It was my ultimate in getting even. There on the floor, next to the couch where my husband and I would sit. I let that dog fuck my cunt making me come and come, spending on that glorious dog dick until he was done. I sure was done. His knot eventually calmed and left me there, wide spread, exhausted on the floor.

"Hi! Have a nice day?" I looked at my husband and smiled, cutting the cucumber for his salad. I was still hot and wet as I had been all that day.

But while I was good in class, Doreen was good in other things and knew more about It then I did. You know what I mean--IT!--IT!! So she mostly talked and I mostly listened and tried to learn all the secrets I hadn't learned yet--boys and things. She had a boy friend and I didn't. I knew I would but didn't know how to do that so I listened to what she said. Intently.

I knew about part of It already and did it every chance I got. To myself. You know. With my hand. It was like petting my kitty, in a way, but very different. I started out petting myself when I grew hairs there and then...some exploring and one day it was not just petting and exploring but felt really different and especially good. Great! It snuck up on me and then, well, you can probably guess the rest so why mention it. I never told anyone else but it happened every day almost and mostly at night when I went to bed and it was quiet and sometimes on the weekends in the mornings when I got to sleep late. It felt really good and I tried to make it last as long as possible. It helped put me to sleep and took my mind off things. Other things at least. I'd feel along my thighs and check my hair and pet it and part my lips and feel, get in a rhythm...and...then I'd pull up the covers and rest.

I never told Doreen and pretended to be knowledgeable but she knew better. She knew I did It. She did too but she spoke about it to me so I listened. She even put things in her. Not just her fingers but things like carrots or a cucumber. She said to let them sit in the sun and get warm and it was best that way. I was embarrassed to tell her and didn't but the next morning I tried it just like she said and ended up using both hands to work on myself. But now I knew she was smart. My expert. "And if that feels good," she said one time, "wait for the real thing.!"

"I don't even have a boyfriend or even a boy who is a friend," I said. That got us started on the subject. I needed her expert help. She said she was meeting her boyfriend at his house Saturday afternoon. "Why don't you come over and join us?" she said. "His brother will be there, too, and we can sit around and watch the telly and stuff." I wondered what kind of stuff and it was just his brother but he was a boy and maybe we could be friends and that was, at least, a start in the right direction so I agreed. I could hardly wait for Saturday. Exciting. And I got excited that night. Late at night. You know, and didn't need cucumbers or carrots. It happened so fast that night.

Then time stopped on me, or seemed to stop. Two more days to go and it was slow going. Minutes tick, ticking and the hours were very long but then it was Saturday morning and I put on one of my lightweight dresses. It had been hot weather. This time, I wore knickers. I wanted to be safe around the boy who might be a friend. I was not that sort of girl. I was very shy about this and decided I should think up an excuse for not going--like with gym class--but I couldn't' think of a good excuse except I was scared. Very scared. But how could I tell Doreen I was afraid. Afraid of what? Watching the telly? She would disown me for all time and not be my expert because she would be laughing so hard.

So I went. My legs seemed thick and I had trouble getting started. My shoes were heavy but I kept at it and soon was at her front door. Knocked, door opened and then she and I were on our way to her boyfriend's parents house. Knocked, door opened and inside went we two girls. It was a nice house, semi-detached. Not a row house. Doreen and I sat on the couch in the lounge. Her boyfriend said he would bring drinks. The house was quiet. I wondered where his parents were. "Where are his parents, Doreen?" I asked. "Spain for the week!" My face flushed. We were alone in the house with the boyfriend and his brother! That was bad. And exciting. But we wouldn't have to be nice to adults, which is always awkward. "Hi. Nice to meet you." And all that. I wondered about the boyfriend's brother and what he looked like. It was exciting. "You're wearing knickers!" Doreen said! "Why are you doing that?" My face went hot. "Why...I don't believe it. You're scared. There's nothing to be scared of. We're just watching the telly and having a drink. We can leave if you're scared." I shook my head. I was scared and did want to leave but I was scared to say it so I sat there and waited.Doreen turned on the telly.

Her boyfriend came in the lounge with drinks and some cheese and crackers. "My brother is late. He had a game. I told him all about your friend and he said he'd be here as soon as possible."

There was a cat sitting in the corner of the room. "Here kitty," I said and it walked to me and jumped on my lap. I pet it behind the ears and it began to purr. Loudly. "That's our family cat. Its name is Fluffy. Fluffy the Cat." She sure was fluffy and friendly and pushed his head into my hand again and again. "She likes you. She's that way with people she likes, girls especially. A good old friendly cat." I felt better now. Stroking the cat relaxed me...then the front door opened. It was his brother. In short pants. His legs were muscular! He had a nice smile too and I was introduced. I just sat there, stroking Fluffy..."well obviously Fluffy and you are friends," he said. "I'll be right back!" and with that my potential friend bounded up the stairs and I could hear doors opening, closing, the drawer of a dresser, opening and closing, and then he was back again with us. Still wearing shorts, a different pair and a loose fitting shirt. If this was to be my first boy friend I liked it. I mean...Him.

And thank goodness Doreen had turned on the telly. I was so nervous I didn't know if my mouth could make words. Then we all four sat on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, arm against arm and I relaxed a little and thought I was really chicken to wear knickers and kind of wished I hadn't. Nothing was going to happen. We were just going to watch some shows and then go home. I felt ashamed of myself. First chance I would take them off and be like my best friend Doreen but didn't know how I could ever do that until much later. Oh well! Who's to know anyway. Right? Right.

There were some good shows. Any show would do as long as I didn't have to talk. I don't know how long we sat there but I stared straight ahead at the screen. That's when Doreen did it. She kissed her boyfriend. Not just a peck but a long kiss. I didn't see her do it, mind. I could feel the couch moving and hear the clothing moving and hear them kissing and squeezing. In fact, I could see their shadows in the TV screen. It was like they were on the telly, in moving shadows. Then his brother put his arm on the back of the couch, right behind my neck. I could feel the warmth of his arm.

Fluffy jumped on my lap and settled in. I started petting her again and so did her brother! We were almost holding hands--touching hands-- and petting the kitty. I looked at him and he kissed me. And put his hand on my arm which was very busy with the kitty just then. "You're pretty," he said and kept kissing me. Then his arm was around my shoulder and I was under my covers "petting my kitty" and dreaming of pretty soft things making my face hot. There were three hands all over me. My own hand and his two and my other hand petting the kitty on my lap, petting under the covers, purring loudly and pushing into my hand, adjusting itself on my lap but there was too much movement and the kitty jumped down on the floor.

I took a breath and looked over on the couch. Doreen wasn't kissing any more and wasn't on the couch. She had his Thing in her mouth. His head was back and she was licking him. Holding it up to her mouth and licking! And I had both his arms around me, feeling along my shoulders and the outside of my dress, down my legs to the hem and further down. His hand was hot on my bare legs. I was glad for my knickers. A little protection from his hand. I thought I needed an excuse to leave and started thinking up a good one. I had to be home for dinner. I had to meet my sister. His hand was under my dress and warm between my legs. I looked over again and Doreen was on her boyfriend's lap. Sitting on him and straddling his legs. I knew she was naked underneath and seeing her was exciting. I felt a hand petting me, making me hot. I pushed his hand away but the hand pushed back and his fingers felt the edges of my knickers. I pushed again and...again and squeezed on the hand. The fingers were under my knickers and moving against my skin. Pushing them aside. It was cool.

I felt trapped and pushed at the hand and looked for help from Doreen but she was busy hugging her boyfriend. I wasn't sure I wanted to do this. Her dress covered both of them at their waists but I could imagine carrots and cucumbers and John Thomas and Rogering and she was lifting up and down at his waist. She opened her eyes and looked at me and smiled. I knew I couldn't leave. She was out of breath and eager and intent and her eyes were glazed. Her tongue came out a little between her lips and then went back into her mouth. Her boyfriend's hands were under the dress, around her waist, holding her into him. I couldn't push away the hand under my dress. It felt good there. It was just like my own hand after all so what difference did it make. I did it to myself. He was doing the...s..same thing. It was okay...I calmed down and pushed a little against him but somehow it wasn't a push now, I was feeling him feeling me. Making me really dreamy and I took a deep breath and left my hands on top of his and was under my covers, opening my legs a little.

The scene held me as I was being held and his fingers were slippery on me. And slipping into me. He had pushed aside my knickers and I was naked for him. I liked it and was ashamed of how good it felt and that I shouldn't let him know it. I was resting, under the covers, petting my fanny, stroking, breathing hard. I wondered if the front door was locked. Whether his parents were really in Spain and what they were doing there just now. Maybe the same as us. I looked over at the telly and Fluffy looked back. Wondering at all of us and all the movement and why we weren't just still. She licked herself and I felt my legs spread and I pushed at his hand but he was at work on me, working me up. I didn't push real hard. I wanted the feeling. Not the one I often gave myself, or the cucumber feeling. I wanted the feeling He would give me; what His fingers were bringing to my body and I had to open my legs more and I felt it was coming. I was scared and not scared. Frightened by all these things but not frightened. Wanting these feelings...not what my hand brought...the feelings from a boy's hand, fingering me and I pushed at his hand, or grabbed rather, I didn't want his hand to leave me or stop its movements and lifted my body to his touching. I needed his beautiful hand to know it belonged in me. That my body loved the stroking. It was in a wild rhythm and now I was holding the rhythm on me. I didn't care what he thought. I wanted the great feeling. I was reaching for it. Desparate. Stroking his wrist as it was stroking and stroking and stroking me. Looking at Doreen. She was staring at me and smiling, still straddling her boyfriend, just staring at me. I couldn't smile or stare. My eyes glazed and I lost control and held my breath and moved on the delicious rhythms at my waist and exhaled and squeezed my legs on his fingers to make him stop. Please stop now. He had to stop and let me rest. Let me pull up my covers and rest.

I think back on that afternoon. About the boyfriend and the feelings. I remember the feelings but I don't remember his name. A hand and fingers and feelings. How could I forget but no name. Just Fluffy, licking herself, looking at all of us. I didn't wear kickers the next time I went to see him. Why bother?

You lift her naked form gently off the couch and place her in your lap, stroking the soft silver fur on her back. She sighs sleepily and rubs up against you. You instantly are hard as her little round butt squirms on your lap. Her tawny eyes open and she smiles when she sees you. "Does this mean we can play now?" she asks eagerly. You cup her upturned breast and squeeze the pink little nipple, watching it harden into a tiny perfect rosebud begging to be sucked and say "Oh yeah, little one, it's playtime"  She squeals in delight and slides off your lap to reach for your zipper. She smiles up at you as she slides your zipper down. 

Her little hands reach inside your pants happily anticipating the treat that awaits her.  Then her eyes can only see the large cock she has released.  She takes it in both hands and begin to stroke it up and down squeezing hard as she does. You sit back and watch her concentrate on stroking your rod. She leans over and kisses the head that she has caused to become engorged and so swollen it looks like it will split open. Her small mouth stretches until she can put the whole head in and she moves downward swallowing more and more of your cock until she has reached the shaft and she can feel your rod deep in her throat. She buries her head there at the base of your cock inhaling your smell. Then she begins to go up and down your cock sucking and swirling her tongue all around the tender underside. The tension in your balls increases as her hands caress and fondle them.  She runs her fingernails lightly over your twin sacks and lift them feeling the heaviness of your cum in them. 

Not wanting to cum yet you pull your cock out of her mouth.  She mewls in protest and tries to get it back but you take hold of her wrist and pull her up.  As she stands before you,  her  pussy is right on level with your mouth.  You smell the sweet woman scent,  sense the silkiness of the pink mound that hides the wet little gash inside. Your hands cup the perfect little ass cheeks and pull her towards you so you can get a closer look. "Pull your pussy lips apart, baby," you say huskily.  She obediently reaches down and lays her pussy open for your inspection.  "Now play with it," you command.   She begins to stroke the tiny clit that nestles at the top of her slit. 

Her body shudders and she moans as she continues to torture her sensitive button flicking it and twisting it.  Her hips begin to buck and she would fall except you are still gripping her ass and holding her up. Your lust builds as her pussy begins to open up like a flower and releases its cum juices in spurts.  Now you pull her hands away so you can suck her mound into your mouth and you begin to lick and nip every inch of her delightful little honey pot.  She  squirms and twists in your arms as she cums.  She screams and collapses on you.

"Oh no baby we aren't through " you say as you pick her up and lay her across the back of the couch facing down.  You enjoy the view of her butt up in the air and her pussy peeking through her legs. You stand behind her slowly pulling her legs apart and up on each side of you. Your hard cock sways as it searches for the pussy it craves. You lubricate the tip of your cock in the cum juices that ooze from her pussy.  Slowly you push the head in.  It doesn't look like there is any way it would fit in that tiny hole,  but the hole opens and pulls you in.  Soon your cock is buried in hot velvet.  Your arousal increases as you stroke in and out of the tight hole.  Her hips move to meet each thrust and she can do no more than moan and take your hard cock pounding her pussy.  Soon she is squealing and begging for your cock.

She is gasping and moaning as another climax builds.  She pushes back fucking you harder as her cum flows out again.  This enflames you more and you no longer can hold back. Your cock swells massively and you begin to shoot your hot cream, filling her cunt completely. 

Finally you are totally spent and you withdraw from your little sex toy's muff.  She still lies over the couch, too  exhausted to move.  You lift her up and over the couch.  She bends her supple body licking her cunt clean and grooming herself before curling up and instantly falling asleep to await her beloved master's attention again.

Your throat was dry but the beer before you was forgotten as your cock ached with the desire to fuck me. Your cock twitched as you imagined your mouth torturing my clit and tasting my juices as your fingers exploring my hot moist center.

I laid my head back against the wall and my hips moved subtly, barely perceptible to anyone but you. The motion of my hand speeded up and my lips parted as I began to breathe harder. Over the noise of the jukebox and the people talking, you are certain you heard a moan.

You suddenly realized you were stroking your cock and jerked your hand away and looked to see if anyone saw you. You are getting desperate for relief. You need to cum. You should go to the bathroom and jack-off, but you want to see what I will do next.


Then suddenly you saw me arch slightly and bite my lip. I shuddered once, twice, three times and slowly pulled my hand out. You saw my full tits rise and fall as I caught my breath. Staring you straight in the eye, I licked each finger slowly and deliberately and ran my tongue across my lips savoring the taste of my own cum.

I stood up from the booth walked towards you. I look down at your lap and grinned and winked, your hard cock obvious even under the loose shorts. I kept walking without looking back certain you would not follow me because you would be too embarrassed to stand up with your hard on so evident and I walked out the door.

You did not know who I was, but you knew that this saucy little cock teaser had to be taught a lesson.

It was that kind of morning--kitties--all of them!--weeds and the sky was clear blue emphasizing tufts of white cloud cruising along in the heavens. It was cool enough that the sun felt welcome on my back. One cat was sunning, another in the shade, sitting point for any and all gophers, thought they were elusive, even to cats. I didn't want to see it, or the result of the hunt, but I was glad to know the news so my Iris and pansy would have another day.

But, first some coffee and evap and the paper--got to check Ann and Abby and the letters. Here was one: "It Ought to be Banned While your editorial about freedom of speech was admirable, there are limits. And the latest book about sexual behavior is disgusting and ought to be banned. Some hairbrained feminist says consensual sex between an adult and a 15 year old girl can be beneficial because the girl should learn from some ill-informed fellow 15 year old about a beautiful human experience. Ban the book and the writer, I say. Abigail Birthright, Clovis."

That was my morning paper: book burnings, suppression of ideas, and it would send me to an early gardening morning! Coffee done, paper in the bin, dishes clean...check of the weather...short-sleeved blouse weather. My favorite. Well...to the garden...just gardening and kitties and......wandering thoughts.

About the letter. I wondered just what that writer meant. I had my share of fumbling young boys who fumbled and fiddled, as did I at the time...but there was one time, actually a few times...it was educational in one way, very memorable in another, and...

I took a wheelbarrow load of weeds to the compost pile and after the fourth load I was finished. The sun was making me hot and the kitties were all in the shade now. It was time for a shower and my favorite late morning TV Show. I had just time for showering, toweling and housecoat and eased into my recliner for the show. My hair was still damp and cool, my skin was warm from the shower; I looked at the garden, flowers, and settled into the chair, moving my feet up off the ground. Commercials! The scourge of American TV! I wondered about that letter and began to see things again, but not waht was on TV. It was a repeat of an episode I had already seen.

I reached for the remote control and turned off the sound and pushed my chair further back. I closed my eyes. I could hear loud purring. It was one of my cats and the sound soothed me. More atmosphere. Suddenly, she was on my lap and purring and settling on my housecoat nestling between my legs. I could feel her purr it was so strong. It all made me drowsy and I totally relaxed.

* * *

"Gena!" It was one of the boys in school. "Can I walk home with you?"

"It's a free country," I said and so we walked together toward home. First across the road and then into the large field that separated the area of the school from our housing. "I brought something for us to drink," he said. It was almost like a date, I thought, and I hadn't had many dates at the time and this might as well be a date. "And a sandwich." I had already eaten lunch but date etiquette required me to say: "Fine." "And a blanket so we can sit and have a little picnic," he said. Uh oh, I thought, maybe this is a real after school date. I had never had one before. A blanket, why to cover oneself with, Right. Or to lie on...and maybe, if I got lucky to be kissed on?

"Let's go over where we can't be seen and we can eat in peace," he said. His name was Jeffrey and we were both 15 years old. And, by this time, I had declared this an "official"date. Just the two of us, and a picnic on a blanket where we wouldn't be seen. That constituted a date. I could hardly wait to tell my girlfriends!

We walked among the trees and he found a level place with grass so it would be soft enough and spread out the blanket. I was careful not to let him see up my legs when we sat down for the picnic. I didn't trust him you see and that excited me a little. Dates should be a little exciting up until a girl puts a stop to it, at least that's what I thought at the time. A little adventure.

I knew he'd try to see up my legs when I sat down like boys all do because he sat down first and looked up at me. My skirt was just below my knees and it's hard to sit on a blanket and be ladylike at the same time though a lady on a date wasn't required to be a lady for the entire date. So I sat down but not as carefully as I should have and that was part of the fun and the tease and I knew he got a glimpse. I hoped he did. I had pretty legs and a pretty body and my breasts were filling out. I think I had the largest set in class. Some of the other girls were jealous though they lied about it and said they weren't jealous; that theirs would soon be just as nice. Meanwhile I was proud of my body. "You're very pretty," he said. That was nice and I believed him right away because I knew it was the truth. I looked in the mirror sometimes before I got dressed for bed. I was very pretty. In the mirror I saw a real woman even at my age.

One time I checked myself out carefully on a day all my family had gone on an outing and I had stayed home. I looked at myself a long time and felt my breasts, how soft they were, but my nipples got hard while I was looking. They just rose up and got stiff. When I stopped feeling they went soft again until I touched my legs and up between my legs and admired my soft growth of light brown hair. They got stiff again and I kind of felt stiff all over too and had to breath more. My face was flushed. It all embarrassed me and, at the same time, made me feel warm. Then I put on my dress and went downstairs to soak my feet and cut my toenails. I liked to be alone when I did that. Not entirely alone actually. Just me and our little doggie. He liked to watch me when I soaked my feet and cut my nails. Sort of our time together.

I sat down on the blanket first putting down one knee and then the other and giving Jeffrey, who was lying on his back and looking up, just ever so slight of a glance under my skirt and up my leg. I wondered if he could see I had no knickers on. His face got a little red so he must have gotten a glimpse of something good!

"What are we having?" I asked. "My Mum makes really good ham and cheese sandwiches," he said and got one out of a sack. "Too bad we don't have a soda," I said. Jeffrey got up and went behind one of the trees and pulled out two Coca Colas. "I didn't know if you'd let me walk you home but I could always come back and get them later if you said 'No'" So that was it. Confirmed. A real date and during the week. That was even better. How to open the bottles was another matter. Like I say, he wasn't very experienced and, then, neither was I, but he found a way to laboriously pry off the bottle caps and we sat and ate and drank, not knowing what to say and not knowing what would happen next.

I sat on a stool with my feet soaking in the warm water and daydreaming about myself and how much prettier my body was than some of the girls. One of my best friends had almost no breasts at all even thought we were both fifteen and she had no body hair. She had just a little hairless slit where I had a nice folding of skin delicately covered with light brown curls. She wanted to touch me there one time but I said "No." She didn't mention it again. I wasn't ready for anyone to touch me there, except myself, of course. I slept over at her house a couple times. She lived alone with her Dad.

She and I slept in the same bed but nothing ever happened--not in bed, that is. There was a time her Dad bought us both nightgowns so we put them on. That was the time I saw that she wasn't very developed. She admired my body and it made me proud of myself. That was when she reached at me in amazement and I stepped back. I was surprised at her reaction.

We looked at ourselves in the mirror in our new nightgowns. They were on the short side and didn't hide much. She didn't have much to hide, but I did. Anyway, I was proud and didn't feel like hiding myself. Then, together we went into the lounge. It was an exhibition and her Dad's eyes were staring hard at us when we entered. It made my face hot. He was looking very hard at me, not his daughter, and I could almost feel his eyes under my nightgown, traveling up my legs and feeling them touch my light covering of hair...I was sure his eyes were admiring my pretty fanny...I felt hot and cool at the same time, between my legs, and my friend and I sat down together, across from her Dad.

The TV was on and I focused on the TV even though nothing good was on and hoping, in a way, her Dad was looking at the TV, not me, and also hoping, maybe he was taking a peek at the pretty girl in the pretty nightgown; taking a peek at her nice breasts and her beautiful fanny that was really hot right now. I crossed my legs so he couldn't look any more at my fanny but I knew he was looking at me and my friend and I were watching TV. It felt good when I crossed my legs and sort of squeezed myself together. I don't think his looking meant anything to her, after all, it was her Dad and he had seen her many times. But for me his eyes were feeling me all over. This was just the same thing to her, but to me it was very different and disturbing and I was scared about what might happen next. And a little hopeful. This was an adventure. I liked adventures. I wanted to have one now.

My kitty shifted its position on my lap and awakened me for a few moments and then it started purring again. I petted its head and down its back and it nuzzled and nestled itself into just the right spot and let out a large sigh and purr and went still. I closed my eyes. Where was I?

On the blanket chewing my sandwich, drinking a Coke, on a midweek date after school. I didn't especially like Jeffrey. Not that I didn't like him but he was just a boy, not a particular boy, and I didn't know much about boys and hadn't been on many dates, just dances at church and such as that and boys were very shy about girls and didn't talk. I knew they looked when we thought we were unaware and talked when we weren't around but otherwise they were different and strange and interesting in their own way. How girls made them nervous I don't know. What was there to be nervous about? So we ate our sandwiches and didn't talk much except that it hadn't rained and might not rain for a few days and it was warm and then about our teachers and the school and science class and...you know...talked basically about nothing.

At the picnic with Jeffrey I had no knickers and wondered what he would say if he knew. Maybe that would get him to talking or probably just make his face red. My new nightgown had next to no knickers either. Just a flimsy little covering of my fanny. And her Dad knew it and enjoyed it...just a flimsy covering. I know I liked the way it made me feel, being almost, but not quite naked. There was a hint of my flesh, hiding slightly. And there was no need for any covering when I was soaking my feet. Our doggie could be counted among the silent though his mouth was open. Knickers or no knickers. They were a special part of my life. Sometimes I put them on for school and sometimes not. It made me feel dirty when I had nothing on underneath at school. Like I could show a boy any time I wanted what a real girl was like. An adventure every time I sat down or bent over.

Jeffrey, our little innocent doggie, my girlfriend's Dad, they seemed the same in a way--and here I was: a girl before them, almost naked at the waist--if they only knew: Our doggie certainly didn't know of the importance of my nakedness...I even let him look, what did it matter, his tongue out, panting, his pretty eyes, looking eagerly at me, probably for a biscuit or something...something?...anything maybe, but looking eagerly at me, at my wet little cunny with the slight covering of hair, my legs apart, soaking my feet. I knew I was wet and wondered about it. I could feel the air cooling me there, just there, and it made me even more wet. Was I making me wet or was the looking at me causing it. I reached and felt my slippery opening. It made me shiver. It was hard for me to remove my fingers. If Jeffrey would have been there, at that moment, what then? If my girlfriend's Dad had been there?

He was there when I was on the couch with my girlfriend. She protected me from the situation and then again her Dad was also across the room in his armchair. I glanced over but he wasn't watching the TV he was looking at me again and smiled. "Thank you for the nightgowns," I said. "You both look very pretty in them," he said, including his daughter in the remark and making me feel more comfortable but I kept my legs crossed. I knew I had to keep them crossed or he could see right through the filmy gown and see me just like I had seen myself in the mirror at home with nothing on at all. I was virtually naked, in front of a grown man. Isn't that what women do sometimes? But I wasn't a women. I was just a very pretty girl with her girlfriend for protection.

Then she fell asleep! What now, I thought. She was my guardian and asleep on the guard. Nothing happened is what happened...and we watched TV...then her Dad got up and said he was going to put his daughter, to bed. He was removing my guardian and I was scared but not the least bit tired. I couldn't wait to find out about the next part of this adventure. He bent down to pick her up and I saw his eyes on me, all over me, between my breasts, between my legs, which I kept crossed, and put my arms around myself to protect against his dark brown looking-all-over-me eyes. I relaxed when he left the room and maybe he would go to sleep as well and thus would end my little adventure. Less than I had imagined, though I wasn't sure what I had thought would happen.

Jeffrey finished his sandwich first and laid back looking up at the sky through the tree branches. He reached out and held my hand. I wondered what he would have done if he had known how close his hand was to my naked fanny. Her Dad came back to the lounge and I put my arms around myself again. He didn't look at me this time but sat down next tome. "It's a little cold in here," he said. It actually was a little cold and he put his arm on the back of the couch. "Move over her and Ill keep you warm," he said. I moved only slightly. I was already practically in his lap! Our little doggie moved closer to me and looked at the water in the foot bath and looked up at me again. I opened my legs and let him look. What did it matter?

I laid back on the blanket and closed my eyes. Jeffrey squeezed my hand and we both laid there. Neither of us saying a word and maybe not knowing what to talk about. What is there to talk about with boys anyway. He moved closer to me and we were shoulder to shoulder. Body next to body. I got bold and turned on my side and put my arm over his waist. He put his arm under my head. Our doggie must have known my fanny was wet. I'm not sure if Jeffrey knew. I didn't know myself at that moment whether it was or not. Then her Dad put his arm on my shoulder. I felt a little sleepy and rested my head on his arm. My nipples were stiff and the nightgown rubbed against them. I felt his eyes on me, down my shoulders and between my breasts and I caught my breath.

That naughty doggie was sniffing my legs, looking for something, and sniffing me! Jeffrey and I laid there, our eyes closed, not moving, and the doggie licked my fanny, more than once. It was my fault for opening myself to him and I closed my legs and pushed him back. He was determined and kept at me. I hadn't finished cutting my toenails and so I stayed right where I was, the doggie licking my thigh and getting under me and up between my legs again. I thought what the heck. I was alone. Who would know? It didn't matter. It was just a doggie and it really felt good. Then I hoped he wouldn't stop. Another adventure and I didn't know what would happen next.

Her Dad kissed me all of a sudden and it shocked me. But not enough that I didn't kiss him back. He whispered: "You're a very pretty girl." I didn't know what to say or do and thanked him for my nightie. "I wanted to see you in it. With your school clothes off." This was going too far I thought so I kissed him back. I opened my eyes and saw Jeffrey not her Dad and then it was her Dad again and my persistent little doggie and the kitty was readjusting itself on my lap. "Stay still," I thought, "I don't want to be disturbed."

I was back in the field, on the couch and soaking my feet and my hands were busy now. The kitty jumped down and walked out of the room. Her Dad was really kissing me and not saying anything more, just little whispers and I was catching my breath between kisses. I'd never really kissed anyone seriously like this so I put my arm around him, like in the movies, and nuzzled against him, his mouth was on my neck and I felt my nightgown leaving my shoulders and my breasts being suckled and kissed all over and then he sucked on my nipples and my legs went apart. I don't know why that happened. I didn't care. I wanted more of these feelings. Suddenly my flimsy nightgown knickers were gone! Where had they gone? I didn't care but felt more open and completely naked. My nipples and my legs seemed connected and making me dizzy. "I'm going to make you a woman tonight." His hand was down and between my legs. I listened for my girlfriend and hoped she wouldn't interrupt us. His fingers massaged me. They moved easily in and out of me because I was wet and hot. "You're wet and hot," he whispered. I could barely hear him. I didn't care what he said only what he was making me feel Hot! Dreamy! Exploding! I was dizzy all over! I couldn't get enough of his touching and lifted myself with each upstroke and lowered myself against his fingers with each downstroke. I was an instrument and he was a musician magically making me respond. A symphony and my ears were full of the sounds.

My little doggie forced himself upon me. I was glad for his persistence and opened myself finally as his reward. His tongue slavered me eagerly and I lifted my dress out of his way watching him lick me. His tongue was hot and pushed aside my hair and into me. I closed my eyes and let myself feel deep forbidden sensations that went from my legs to my thighs up my waist and to my cheeks and temples. A boy glanced at me across the classroom and I felt him up my dress where I was naked. I looked down at my pretty new nightgown and at her Dad's head between my legs. I felt his breath on me and his fingers spread me open. The boy across the room smiled and looked directly up my dress. I opened my legs a little. He looked at me again and looked through me, into me and his look traveled through my legs and thighs along my body making my face hot and my breath short in lightning waves and I knew something was happening inside me that was new and an adventure and held her Dad's head tight against me. He couldn't leave now. None of them could leave yet. Not yet. They needed to finish something. Finish me like her Dad knew how to do. Like Jeffrey wouldn't know for years. Like my doggie wouldn't understand and that would puzzle me. But her Dad knew how to finish me so I held his head and felt his ears and his mouth moving. A same kind of feeling, a school boy, a pretty doggie and a different feeling that a Man gives a Woman, in the evening after removing her evening gown. After removing her nightgown. After opening her body to touches and licking and, not this night, but a later night when she is older, sharing his prick with her cunt; pricking her cunt as only a man can do and a woman can have done but this time, first at a picnic a beginning, with a doggie and his hot tongue a further step, with the look of a schoolboy on her naked cunt and with her girlfriend's Dad and his knowlegable fingers and searching tongue, the adventure of making her more of a woman than a few minutes before. She liked being a woman and all the feelings that went with it made to be so from someone who knew how to bring her up to be a woman...to bring her off...finishing her off...making her come.

He covered her with a blanket and carried her to bed; she pushed her dress back over her legs after her doggie had finished thoroughly licking her fanny; she had slept on the blanket among the trees in the field and then it was that she opened her eyes where she lay on the recliner and removed her hands fromwhere they had been, at her waist, dipping in and out and along her fanny, and then quickening on her stiffness, bringing herself until her nipples were tight and her fanny rising and falling to each upstroke and each downstroke, then she was resting and covering herself with her housecoat, settling back against the chair. Her mind was somehow clear just now. It was very quiet. Even so, in the next room she could hear the kitty purring loudly.

I was just a little girl.  Not that little.  I had learned some of the joys of the body but always when alone in bed, in the morning or at night...Before my discoveries I was never anxious when it was time for bed.  My attitude had changed.  It was something I now enjoyed, those waking moments before sleep or after just awakening, and I could explore myself, in private, feeling my privates.  My growing breasts--better than any other girl in my classes--my smooth skin and thighs and really smooth in between.  It made me feel excited and alive and relaxed.  I never felt as good as that.

I washed between my toes and the soles of my foot and it tickled me all over.  I must have shuddred because my puppy moved closer to my foot and sniffed at the bowl.  I patted his head.  He was ready for his treat but I continued washing, drying my hands, adjusting my housecoat so that it draped my waist and left my knees open.  I didn't want to get my clothing wet.  Buster licked my ankle, getting a taste of the soapy water.  His tongue was warm, like the water.  He looked up, wanting his treat.  It wouldn't be long now.  His mouth stayed open, his tongue moving in and out, a little spittle dripping from the corners of his mouth. He licked me again.

When I laid in bed I would let my mind wander to things that were soft and warm, like my little breasts,  gentle breezes at the beach where I would picnic with my family, soft grasses bending in the wind, waves ever-spashing on the shore and I would dip my fingers in a rhythm between my folds, thinking in the quiet of my room of the dirty words that my girlfriends and I giggled about as we said them:  "cunt" "fucking" "cock" and I kept up the dipping, dipping until I got breathless and my skin had goose bumps.

Buster licked me again and my thighs had goosebumps. My face was warm and I looked at him, pushing his mouth away.  He sat back and came at me again, licking my ankle.  I felt funny in my "cunt."  With a dog!  I was embarrased and red in the face.  This was stupid.  But it felt good.  I felt my goose bumped flesh and rested back on my elbows, feeling him lick, closing my eyes.  I noticed how quiet it was in the room and remembered our front door was locked.  There wasn't a sound except for the breathing of Buster and his slobbering when he licked.  He must have liked the salty taste of my skin and as he licked one spot clean he went to another, inching up my leg.

I should stop him and would, in a little bit.  It felt good, his moist warm tongue.  I was dreamy and dizzy.  I took a deep breath.  No one would know.  I was being dirty and I knew it but it felt too good to stop Buster.  I didn't want to get up, I hadn't even washed my feet.  Buster moved just then.  He must have smelled me, sensed there was a better place to lick.  His nose was cold and shocking.  I decided to get up and stop all this.  Just then his nose was replaced by his licking warm tongue.  He had found my spot so instantly.  I was amazed.  It was cold and warm.  Right on my secret spot.  I never felt like that before and then he did it again.  What a bad dog.  A really dirty dog and he would be punished but the damn dog licked me again, right on my cunt spot.  I couldn't help my legs opening.  I couldn't held cradling his dirty head.  I couldn't stop focusing his mouth on my spot, wet with his spittle.

I jumped at my waist, opening my little lips to his tongue which urgently dipped along my lips lifting my spot.  I was breathing hard now and deeply and spreading my lips, helping his dirty tongue lick my dirty little body all over.  "Please don't stop" I thought.  "Please.  This is so good and so wrong," and my hips spasmed as my feelings built. I felt myself at the beach as waves pulsed inside me.  I rested my head back on the step and released to the petting of my body by this naughty creature.  He licked me clean, slowly and finally stopped.

My breathing returned.  I realized I hadn't finished washing.  I felt clean already.  Couldn't wait for next week and my thorough cleansing, even if it was "dirty."