My wifes other s****r

My wife has 2 s****rs, one older and one younger, I already told the story of me and Stacey and now it was Peggy's turn. Peggy came down for a week end, luckily for all of us with out her douche husband, which most of us thought was gay. Well unlike Stacey, Peggy had giant boobs and a nice ass. She had been working out to get ready for her wedding, good thing she kept it up afterwards. So after dinner we all started drinking and some of us had way more than we can handle...Peggy the 2 beer queer, her nickname. We all knew she was a lightweight drinker. My wife got her dressed for bed, lucky for us pukey was staying at our house tonight. Around 3 am, we got woken up by the sound of a slamming door and someone running down the hall. As usual I got to check it out. I went back to my room and told my wife it was nothing, her s****r was in the bathroom hurling guts. She then told me since she had to put her to bed, I had to deal with her being sick. Before I could argue, she was snoring and asl**p. So I went into the bathrrom where Peggy was, kneeling in front of the bowl crying and hugging it like it was her best friend. I sat on the tub and asked her if she was ok. She kinda ignored me and then shoved her face in the bowl to..you know. I soon noticed that when she did this, her shirt would come up exposing her ass, and I could see she wasnt wearing and panties. Most people would not be turned on, but I was. Sure she was hurling, but her perfect ass was out, in the breeze for me to see. So I did what I had to, I sat next to her and rubbed her back, moving my habd lower and lower. She realized what I was doing after a while and with her head on the seat cover looked at me. I knew she was too d***k and weak to move, so I shoved a finger in her pussy. I continued to rub her pussy and ass as she slept on the toilet seat. I soon was hard and needed to fuck. I repositioned Peggy higher on the seat so I could get behind her and slide it in. I fucked her pussy for what seemed like hours, pounding away and her not even making a single noise. Then I had an idea. Could I fuck her in the ass. I was n the bathroom where we kept the lotions and other stuff. I found a bottle of baby oil and slathered up her asshole. With one strong thrust, I was in her ass, and she shot straight up and let out a big yell. I covered her mouth and continued to fuck her in the ass. I pushed her down, back onto the seat, so I could go all the way in. After a few minutes I was ready to cum. I pulled out and hosed down the back of her head. Good thing she had nice long, dark hair. I wiped my cock on her shirt and put it away. I sat with her for a few more minutes until she was asl**p again. I used two handfulls of hair and rubbed the together to mush my cum into her hair, kinda making it disappear. I picked her up and carried her to bed. Tucked her in and went back to my room. When I got back my wife asked me what that yell was, I told her about her s****rs disgusting projectile vomiting and how she owed me one, but I would have to wait until the morning. That was close, really didnt want her to taste her younger s****rs ass on my cock. Funny thing was the next morning when peggy came downstairs, and her hair was this wild and crazy rats nest of a tangled mess. I told her I thought she might have puked in her hair, her response " oh really? Is that what happened, I dont remember"

s****r Lori Knows

I was such a little shy k** by nature and having two older s****rs, not very aggressive. I enjoyed spending time inside and did a lot of creative playing, reading and drawing as opposed to sports and rough play. I did play and did love being outside with my friends, but I was greatly influenced by my older s****rs. The younger one was 4 years older than me and the older one was 5 and ½ years older. They both had different personalities. Marlene, the younger, was more tomboyish and shorter in stature, little chunky. Lori, the older s****r was a teen flirt, big breasts for her age and always in some kinda boy trouble. So when I was around the 11-12 year old age, I started noticing their looks, their friends, what they wore and I found it got me pretty excited. About the same time, I was finding that when I masturbated, I was able to shoot stuff from my penis. I had my usual sock or two between the mattress or under my bed to make clean up a cinch while staring at the Farah Fawcett poster I had next to my bed that I had won at the carnival. But nothing compared to the curiosity of having two s****rs in the bedroom next door. I used to peek through the door when they went into the shower and sometimes I would go under their bed anticipating them coming into their rooms after the shower to change. Their beds were high rise canopy beds, so it gave me plenty of room and enough cover to spy and have my heart beat fast as I watched. Many times I would ransack through their drawers and even try on the panties they had or shoes they wore. While playing barbies with them (well, mine was a Ken doll ) I would glance down their t-shirts at the cleavage of my older s****r. She tended to play with me more and was more of a loving mother figure than the tomboy. I would look at photos in their albums of them and their friends that I thought were cute and masturbate. So it came as no surprise that I was yearning for more, some contact, as I began to exhaust all of the other perversion I could think of. It came to me one Saturday morning when Lori and I were the only ones in the house. She had been out late the night before and sl**ping late and I had popped up around 8 am to find my dad out to work and my mother and s****r Marlene out at some event. I went into Lori’s room to see if I could grab a peek or if she was up, have her make me breakfast. Upon entering, Lori was passed out on the bed in shorty pajamas, loosely fitted around her leg and her top exposing her stomach. She was on top of her covers and the room was semi dark with the morning sun trying to peek around the shades that were drawn. Her one leg was slightly bent and the other straight down with her foot towards the end of the bed. I crept to the bottom and took it all in after she didn’t answer to my calling her name in a loud whisper a few times. Peeking up her shorts, I saw her dark hairy bush. I became aroused instantly and began fondling myself at the foot of the bed. This notion came upon me to pull out my cock and touch her sole with it. I climbed up onto the rail of the bed with my cock in hand and began to touch her foot. No movement from her still. I continued and rubbed my cock head up and down her foot and after a few times, she stirred, which made me freeze, but not too much changed except the position of her foot and she now layed on her side. I continued this game with great success but grew nervous that she would wake. Eventually I returned to my room to pull my junk till I came thinking about coming all over Lori’s foot. I was able to get this same feat accomplished a few more times over the course of the next few weeks before it too began to bore me. So I returned to my computer programming that I began to teach myself on an old Radio Shack computer in my room. One day, while sitting at my computer, there was a knock on my door. “Come in!” I shouted, thinking it was my mom. Instead, it was Lori. “What cha doing?” she asked from the door way. I begin to explain but I know that she really has no interest in computers and decide to keep it short. “Just making some games basically.” She walked further into my room saying “ohhh…uh huh…well…mom and dad just left to go to dinner with the Gringers. And I wanted to know if you wanted pizza, I was going to order some.” she explains. “ that’s cool” I say, barely turning in my chair. “ok…” she pauses, “ and I wanted to ask you something anyways…..”. I’m slightly interested, but more thinking that somehow I’m in trouble or going to be asked to clean up or do something I don’t want to and I turn around. Lori is standing there with her hands in her back pockets of her short tight jean shorts and a terrycloth top with a V neck, exposing her double D boobs, superb cleavage right in my face. She isn’t wearing socks and I take note of this, given my recent escapades. “ I know that you are getting older…annnnnd…well, I know that you’ve been spying on me.” I’m a little shocked and it must have been all over my face because I felt myself begin to sweat and I became very flushed with embarrassment. “ And sometimes, when you came into my room ? I wasn’t really sl**ping….” She pauses and is standing there with a slight smirk on her face and now I really feel like diving under my bed. Then I begin to think “she’s not yelling at me or cursing me out…why not?”. She sits down on my bed, hands behind her to support her as she crosses her legs, her feet dangle in front of me with her painted toes on display. I look down and realize I was staring at her legs and feet and when I return my gaze to her face, she is smiling. Her tits pushed out in that position are pushing hard against the fabric of her shirt and I think I see some evidence of nipple arousal. “ It’s ok,” she says, “ I’ve read that it is normal for boys your age to begin to get curious and in fact, mom has been telling me that I shouldn’t walk around exposed or leave my door open because your hormones are running wild now.” She has now educated me in something I was not aware of about myself, my own body raging ! It seemed to make sense and the explanation couldn’t have rung more true, I just wish someone had filled me in on it all ! I’m sitting there in grey gym shorts and a tee shirt and I feel my cock begin to stir and grow between my legs, I turn back towards the computer to hide my face and say “ Yeah…so ?” feeling very empty and lost like a deer in headlights. “ Sooooo…I wanted you to know that’s it’s ok….it’s ok that you rubbed yourself on my feet…..it kinda tickled and I almost bust out laughing once!” she says with a chuckle. At this point I let my guard down as I see she is not angry with me and feeling quite aroused, I turn and smile at her sheepishly. “Come here….sit….” she says as she pats the bed. I slowly get up and my boner is making a tent of my shorts and I see her take notice but she doesn’t say a word. Lori put her arm around me, as she has always been touchy feely with me and she says “you are a good little b*o and I’m not telling on you or anything, like I said, its cool with me.” This made me feel much more relaxed but I wasn’t expecting what she said next. ‘ And besides, I kinda liked the way your little pecker felt rubbing on me….did it feel real good for you ?” Stunned, I nodded my head and she laughed her girly laugh and placed her hand on my thigh. “ohhhh, well, there are so many things you can do that feels good, trust me..” Her hand was rubbing back and forth up my leg when she finally brushed against my hard on. She locked eyes with me and smiled and said “ohh boy, now what is that ?!” and she gave the tip of my cock a little squeeze, which made me jump. “Hey! “ I shout as I leapt back a foot and laughed. “You got to be gentle with it!” “ohhhh reallllyyy….why don’t you show me then !” she says with a gleam in her eye. “You serious?” I said. She nods yes and I just stare at her. I reach into my shorts and pull out my little willie, probably no bigger than 4” hard, and it was hard. I handle it like a snake charmer flipping it around showing her the underside, then the left side and the right. Now this is not her first cock experience, but I did not know this at the time. She says “now let me see….” as she place one leg up onto the bed. “ I think it was something like this ?” as she began to place the sole of her foot onto my mushroom cap while I held it from the base. I swallowed hard and just stared at her sexy foot rubbing my cock head and I was getting dizzy with urges. Then she began to push my hand away with her foot and told me to relax as she slid her foot up and down the underside of my shaft, curling her toes as she came over my head. Her foot was so smooth and felt incredible as her heel would push on my sac on the way down. I was leaning back on my bed and pushed the pillow behind me for some support so I can see what was going on. She then moved opposite me and laid on the bed in a similar manner and brought her other leg up and her other foot to my cock and began to stroke me using both feet, cupping my cock and playing with it like a cat on a scratching pole. My breathing was heavy and my eyes were rolling back into my head as this is the first contact I’ve had other than my “not so secret” rubs during her sl**ping spells. “How’s that feel ?” she says to me. “So awesome!” I murmur and she giggles as she continues. “It really would feel good if we put some lotion on it” she says. I reach next to my bed for the nightstand drawer and pull out a small bottle of Keri hand lotion. She laughs and says “I was looking for that!” I smile and she instructs me to place a little bit between her feet and my penis and I squeeze about a half dollar size near the base. She plays with it and gets good coverage on her feet and slides up and down my shaft. I am in heaven now and I fall back in ecstasy. At times, my cock is between her cute little toes and I feel the pressure on my balls building up. Then she slows up and tease my balls a bit, playing with them, a few times slapping them underneath with the tops of her toes, giving me a twinge of pain. But I never once thought of complaining. I saw her a couple of times rub her crotch area and I thought she was adjusting her shorts but I now realize she was playing with her pussy. I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer and I began to brace myself for a mess and pulled my shirt up to reveal my pale belly. She began to do a steady stroke with her feet, using the right foot first, moving up and down with one and then the left foot and after a few strokes, swirling around the tip using the ball of her foot. I began to pant and said “ I think I’m gonna shoot!” and she kept rubbing and playing with renewed vigor. A few pulses and my load blasted from my member and came down upon her feet, my bed, my stomach and after about 2 minutes, it subsided. She played with my cum, rubbing it into my pubic hair and all around my balls, semen mixing with lotion. “ Get me a towel.” She barked and I got up while holding my semen close to me so I didn’t drip it onto the floor. She just laid back with her feet above the bedspread and I pulled the towel off the back of my door and slid it under her feet and then began to clean her feet for her. She moaned and seemed to like watching me clean her up. I did the best I could to show her my appreciation and once I was done, she got up, straightened her shirt and adjusted her shorts and said, “ Do you want anything on the pizza ? I am hungry now!” and waltzed out of my room while I used to towel to clean myself.

A Tormented Wife

A Tormented Wife - (m/f, i/r, n/c) "Hello, library, Jessica Holt speaking!" she said into the telephone. Then she froze and was speechless upon hearing the all too familiar voice say "Hello, Mrs. Holt! Ohhhh, I want to touch that soft sexy body of yours again! Ya want it again, don't ya, Mrs. Holt?" Heart pounding and panting for breath, Jessica couldn't think straight nor respond to the question. "Don't ya, Mrs. Holt?" came the question again over the phone. "Y …….yes!" she stammered finally in response. Closing her eyes in defeat, she listened to the male voice on the phone say "Take off early from work and rent a room for us at the Twilight Motel! Leave the room number on you windshield so I know where to go! I'll be there at three right after school gets out!" Then Jessica heard the click of the phone being hung up on the other end followed by a dialtone. Hanging up the phone, Jessica tried to regain control of herself as she stared blankly down upon her desk. She couldn't understand how this young teen could have such a dominant control over her. She thought back to that night in her home when he life had changed so drastically. Closing her eyes, memories of her son's teammate on the football team had entered her room and r**ed her. Ashamed of the violation, Jessica had not reported the attack to the police. But ever since that eventful night, it seemed that Ronnie Collins had her under his willpower and she was mere putty in his hands. Then the shameful memories came back to her of the day that her son invited Ronnie to stay over for lunch. She thought that it would be safe with her f****y at home. But she was proven wrong when she was doing the dishes in the kitchen. Her daughter rushing off right after lunch, her son getting a phone call from his girlfriend and her husband was cleaning the grill, the devious teen used the pretense of helping to clean up. When he had approached from behind, Jessica was powerless to struggle upon feeling his hands exploring under her skirt. The arrogant teen had simply pushed her up against the sink and took hr right there. Then he had zipped himself up and went back outside, leave her with her pink panties upon her white heels with cum drooling down her thighs. Jessica had to admit that the teen's cock was so much bigger and better than that of her loving husband's. It was as if she was now addicted to it, craving it in fact, thinking about it every night while lying in bed next to her husband. Now he had called her at work and she was powerless to refuse. Squeezing her thigh muscles together, she shivered at the prospect of soon having the teen's big black cock within her again. Looking at the time, it was nearing 1:30 p.m. and she decided that she would need to leave work in another hour's time. At the age of 38, Jessica stood at 5'5 and weighed 118 lbs. with a sexy bod of 34-23-34. Her long brown hair, milk white body and long trim legs had men's heads turning as she passed by in her nice dress or tailored suits with 3" heels. Her youthful features had her looking no older than 30 with the sophisticated aura about her. Unable to concentrate on her work, continuously look at the clock on the wall, Jessica decided that she would advise her coworkers that she was feeling ill and would take the rest of the day off. Her distress and frazzled look was apparently quite visible as one coworker advised that she should take head off and take something to calm her nervous. Jessica merely nodded in agreement, knowing that soon she would be getting exactly what was needed to calm her frazzled nerves. Arriving at the Twilight Motel just before 3 p.m., Jessica nervously checked in with the front desk and obtained the key to Room 14. On a sheet of paper, she wrote down the room number and slipped it between the wiper blade and windshield of her car. Then she proceeded to the room and entered, leaving the door unlocked. Going into the bathroom, she took out a brush from her purse and brushed her silky brown hair into place. Applying a fresh coat of lipstick, she then wet her lips in anticipation of what was to come. Fidgeting, Jessica looked at herself in the mirror, stared at her reflection and then whispered to herself 'Look at yourself! Everyone in the community and at work look upon you as the pillar of society! Yet, here you are in a cheap sleazy motel, waiting for your teenage son's best friend and teammate to come and fuck your brains out! How can you face your loving husband and f****y everyday, knowing you can thing of nothing but being fucked again by this big black stud!' Making her way out of the bathroom, she looked at the queen-sized bed in the small room and then looked about the cheap décor of the motel's interior. 'Well, its quite appropriate for what you came for, you cheap little slut! You don't need a nice fancy place like what you've become accustomed to! All you need is a cheap motel room with a bed in it to put out that nagging itch between your legs! Besides this is exactly the type of place that a hooker would take the 'john' to earn her money!' Jessica chastised herself. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Jessica again reflected back on the horrid events that had transformed her from a loving and faithful wife into a cheap slut who craved to be taken roughly by a young teenage stud possessing a big black cock. Knowing that her son's teenage friend road around on a motorcycle, hearing the familiar roar that she had often heard as it pulled up to her home, Jessica knew that she would very soon be having that itch between her legs scratched. With the rumbling of the motorcycle ceasing, Jessica nervously stood up from the bed and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Staring intently at the door, hearing heavy footsteps approaching, Jessica felt a shudder of fear course throughout her entire body. Trembling with anticipation, she saw the slow turning of the doorknob. Seconds later, she was staring ahead of her son's friend, the teen who had brutally r**ed her earlier and who now seemed to control her body by his mere touch or voice. Eyes closed shut, biting nervously at her bottom lip, Jessica trembled as she heard footsteps approaching her on the carpet. Then she shook and shuddered as rough hands were now upon her bare arms and began to caress her. As the hands moved up over the sleeves of her pink dress, she felt the large hands then move up onto her shoulders. Feeling the strong teen's hands pushing her shoulders down, her knees buckled as she was pushed to the carpeted flooring. Ronnie Collins smirked as his friend's beautiful mother knelt before him in her nice pink dress and heels. Now he wanted to taunt the lovely woman, asking her "Why is a beautiful married woman like you in this cheap motel, Mrs. Holt? Alone in a motel room with your teenage son's best friend on top of that! What would Mr. Holt say if he could see you right now, Mrs. Holt?" He knew the words spoken had sunk in as he observed the beautiful woman trying to blink back the tears of shame. Seeing the large bulge growing in the jeans right before her eyes, Jessica panted for breathe in awaiting to see the instrument of pleasure that had sent her out of this world. Unconsciously, she reached up with both hands as her manicured fingers touched and traced the outline of the lengthy bulge. Feeling the throbbing bulge in her hands, she then squeezed at the rock had cock. "Go ahead, Mrs. Holt, go and get what you been dream'n of!" she was advised. Reaching up, she undid the top button of the jeans, then slowly began to pull down the zipper. Pulling the loosened pants down, Jessica gasped as the long black cock made its appearance at it sprang right out at her. With out the encumbrance of any jockey shorts, Jessica stared at the pulsating cockhead that appeared to be ready lurch out at her. Ronnie smiled as the once prim and proper wife wrapped her soft beautiful white fingers around his throbbing hardon. Pumping it with her fists, she saw the flange flare out, causing her to swallow hard in nervousness. She shivered in fear when she heard the teen say "Remember the last time you had my cock in your mouth, Mrs. Holt?" How could she forget her very first experience of having a male cock in her mouth. Jessica's thoughts drifted back to the night he had r**ed her, when he had f***ed his filthy cock into her mouth. She had never done such a thing, always having refused to perform such a filthy act for her husband, then the devious teen had f***ed her under threat of harming her young daughter if she didn't suck him. Holding the throbbing cock in both fists, Jessica licked her lips as she gazed upon the pulsating cockhead. Parting her lips slowly, her pointed tongue gingerly made its way out to approach the thick monster. Jessica shivered as her tongue made contact with the slick rubbery like cockhead, then withdrew her tongue back into her mouth to sample the taste of the slick salty fluid. Then her tongue came back out to take a longer and more daring swipe at the now oozing cock. She licked up the goo oozing from the tip then ran her tongue teasingly around the sensitive head as she continued to at the pulsating organ. "Ah, yeahhh, Mrs. Holt! Oh, baby, lick me ..........lick me up good! Get a good taste of some prime nigga spunk!" he taunted. Reaching forward to wrap his fingers into her silky brown hair, he pulled her foward a bit closer and advised "Open your sweet little mouth wide, Mrs. Holt!" Feeling her freeze and try to pull back, Ronnie laughed at her reluctance, knowing that she was still apprehensive of performing this lewd act. The last time she had done it because he had threatened harm to her daughter but now this was a far different case as she was here on her own free will. "C'mon, bitch, I ain't got all fuck'n day!" he ordered. With the hands tightly securing her head, Jessica could not move her head back away from the throbbing black cock. She was glad that she was being held firmly, telling herself that she would never do such a thing had it not been for the teen forcing her to do so. Opening her lips wide, her tongue flicked out at the thick cockhead as it pierced between her open lips. The flange of the cockhead met her open lips, then popped through into her mouth as she ran her tongue around the thick head, then teasing his pisshole. Now Jessica began to get into the swing of things, avidly tonguing the thick cockhead and running her tongue up the length of the cock's underside. She just couldn't wait for him to slide his monstrous cock up between her legs to quell that nagging itch. She wanted it so badly that she was determined to get him ready. Then she shuddered in fear as the gloating teen held her head tightly and advised "This time, I'm gonna cum in your sweet mouth, bitch!" Jessica hadn't expected this as she thought it would be like the last time, causing her to shudder as her stomach churned in rebellion of the thought of having all that filth filling her belly. Afraid at the thought of what lay ahead, the wickedness of it all had Jessica creaming in her panties. It seemed that the more despicable the act, that fact that this young teen had so much control over her, the more excited she got. It was as if she wanted this muscular black teen to make her a total slut, a whore for his big black cock. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed the thick cockhead along with several inches of his dark meat as she pumped it with her fists. Ronnie was amazed at the sudden transformation of this beautiful woman. A moment ago she was reluctant at the thought of him shooting his load into her mouth and now she was gobbling up his cock as if she hadn't eaten in days. He laughed and said to himself 'Well, sweetie, I got a big load stored up for ya! Gonna fill that belly of yers up with hot nigga cum first! Then I sure as hell am gonna making that belly of hers swell up in a very different way over the next nine months!" As she gammed him, Ronnie had to steel himself to keep from losing his load prematurely. He wanted this pleasure sight of the beautiful Mrs. Jessica Holt on her knees before him as she avidly sucked at his cock. "Oh, sweetie, I sure wish Mr. Holt was here to see what he's been missing! If he only knew what a cocksucker of a wife he has! Ahhhhh, yeah ……………….oh, baby …………….you're getting to be a fucking pro at this!" he exclaimed. Ronnie groaned with pleasure, wanting desperately to shoot his load into her sweet sucking mouth as he held her hair tightly so she wouldn't pull away. "Oh, Mrs. Holt, I'm gonna to cum in your sweet mouth!" Instead of trying to pull away, Ronnie was amazed as the transformed beauty pumped her hands his cock faster and faster, apparently wanting him to shoot his load into her mouth. "Ahhh, baby ……ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ………………ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned, shuddering as spasm after spasm rocked his body. Clutching tightly on her hair, to keep from slumping down to the floor, Ronnie tried to steady himself on his weakened legs. It seemed that the sexy beauty had literally sucked the strength out of him. Without a word, Lisa licked her lips then reached behind her neck to unclip the hook of her dress. Drawing the zipper down, a moment later, her pink dress lay upon the carpet. Reaching behind her, she unclipped her back and undid her bra clip, then peeled the lacy garment from her body. Thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she bared her golden mound for her admirer, letting the lacy garment fall to her heels. Stepping forward with her white panties tangled on a heel, Lisa knelt down onto the carpet, reaching up gingerly to touch the stiff black muscle that throbbed in front of her. Still on her knees, cum began escaping from the corners of her mouth as the cock started to deflate in size. Jessica felt her stomach churn from the vile slimy goo she had swallowed, feeling queasy as she took a hand off the cock to form a cup with her palm to keep the cum from soiling her pink dress. Slow the lengthy cock was pulled out of her lips as Ronnie feel over to the side onto the bed as she knelt there on the floor, catching the cum that her stomach had rejected. What a sight it made for Ronnie as he watched the sophisticate bitch kneeling on the motel room floor, trying to keep his cum from soiling her beautiful dress. He knew she could not let her dress get soiled as she would never be able to enter her home in such a state with cum stains on the front of her dress. He saw her quiver and knew she was trying desperately to keep from losing her cookies. Finally, he observed her body settle down as she cradle a handful of jizz in the palm of her hand. "Eat it, bitch!" he commanded. He saw the look of disdain in her eyes, like she hated him for thinking she would do such a filthy thing. But seconds later, he just laughed as she dipped her pink tongue into the slimy puddle in her hand. He knew that she would do anything he asked at this point in time. When she was done with her liquid meal, he gruffly said "Okay, bitch! Stand up and give me a striptease! Show me how a white married bitch acts when she wants some black meat!" He watched as she stood up and began her performance, slowly disrobing. First her pink dress was removed and laid upon the chair behind her. Then her lacy white bra an dpanties. "Leave your heels on, Mrs. Holt! You look sexy like that!" he commented as he lay back onto the bed. Then she was climbing on the bed with him, spreading her legs wide to straddle him. With her hand on his cock, he watched as she guided his cockhead to her opening. Ronniee groaned with pleasure as she let go of his cock and dropped her full weight onto him, impaling herself on his stiff muscle, causing her to moan loudly "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ……………………ohhhhhhhhhh ……..ahhh ………ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God …………….oh, God …………..it's so thick …………..oh, yes ……….oh, it feels so goodddddddd!" As she reached up to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking at her stiff nipples while she rode his cock, Ronnie knew she was now hooked on his black cock. “Owwwwwww ………ohhhh, God ………..ohhhhh, it hurtsssss ………..oh, so good ……ohhhhhh, yess ……….yesssssssssss!” Jessica screamed. "Ohhhh, God ………..yes ………………yes …………….fuck me …………….fuck me!" she chanted over and over. "Oh, yes ……………oh, yessssss ……………..yesssss ……………oh, yessssss ……………..yesssss!" she chanted as her body convulsed as the thick cock erupted deep in her womb. As they showered before Jessica had to go, they embraced in the shower and Ronnie lifted the petite wife. It was another fantastic fuck as she wrapped her trim white legs around his waist as he literally nailed her to the shower stall. Finally, finishing dressing and check her make-up after hearing the motorcycle start up and leave, Jessica then departed from the motel room. On the drive home, Jessica wondered just how she could be going home to her loving f****y and husband after having fucked a teenager in a sleazy motel room. But she knew deep down that she would do it again whenever Ronnie Collins called her. Miles away, Ronnie Collins was also on that recent fuck session that had taken place. 'Man, she's some piece of ass! Bet the guys on the football team would part with their money for a crack at her beautiful white ass! All the guys can't keep their eyes off her when she's around, even Coach Evers! Hell, with Coach helping me out in getting a college scholarship at his alma mater, guess I owe him a big favor! Guess I'll give him a free shot at her crack! Bet he's been dying to put his black cock into her like I have!" End of Story.

Free lessons part 1

It was the week after my s*******nth birthday. And I was waiting in the house to get picked up for my second driving lesson. There was a beep from the front of the house, I looked out the window and it was my instructor John. "How are you?", He asked as I was pulling on my seat belt. I told him I was OK, and he said, "OK, slip the car into gear and lets go". I pressed the clutch, put it into first, released the hand break and gently released the clutch while pressing the accelerator. The car moved forward, I jerked my left foot very slightly, losing the biting point, and the car stalled. "Fuck!", I screamed, I have a temper at the best of times, and it had taken half an hour to get started on my first lesson, and once I got it I had hoped I wouldn't have to experience that frustration ever again. "It's OK", John assured my. "it happens to everyone for the first couple of weeks, just relax, and do it again, and remember, smoothly does it". I tried again, and again the car stalled. And again, and on my fourth attempt the car finally got going. I got to the top of the street and stopped at the junction while the traffic passed. And when I tried to start stalled it again. I was growing more and more frustrated with every minute, which was making things harder. "It's just a question of practice" John told me, you'll get there eventually. But this was little comfort, as the lessons were costing £25 an hour, and I only had three hundred pounds birthday money. And my second lesson was slipping by quick, and I hadn't even got out of the street. "Some people choose to start their lessons with a crash course" John said, "£250, and we go out every day for a couple of hours, really helps with mastering the basics". I had managed to get the car moving again, and as I drove along I told him I couldn't afford to do that. "maybe we could come to some arrangement" he said. There was something about the way he said it, that made me feel uneasy. "Like what?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know. He took his hand and put it on the inside of my knee and started moving it along my leg, "use your imagination" he said. I almost veered into the path of an oncoming bus. I stopped the car right in the middle of the road, taking his hand and pulling it from my knee. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. "Offering you an alternative payment method" he said. "You don't have to take it. But, you wouldn't have to do anything, just let me suck your dick after every lesson." I had already undone my seat belt and was half way out of the car. "go and fuck yourself you degenerate faggot" I shouted, "you're lucky I don't knock you out". I slammed the door, and started walking away, traffic had built up behind us, and a man got out of the car behind and started walking at me. "what the fuck do you think you're doing asshole?" he shouted, while squaring up to me. Something inside snapped, and I grabbed him by his shirt and headbutt him, knocking him to the ground, his nose pouring with bl**d. I started walking home. I couldn't think about anything else for the rest of the day. Even as I lay in bed later I kept replaying the incident in my mind. I just couldn't believe he thought I would be willing to do that. Or that he actually had the audacity to ask me. I wonder if he ever done that before?, I asked myself. I thought about it for a minute, and considered how casually he had done it, and decided that yes, he had done it before, and had probably got what he wanted. "Who the fuck would do that?" I asked myself? And almost immediately thought "Blowjobs and saving £250, what asshole would say no?" I'd only ever had a blowjob a handful of times, while on a f****y holiday in Spain about a year and a half earlier. From a German girl who was staying in the same resort. I often thought of her while I was masturbating (which at s*******n I can assure you was often), and after a year and a half the memory was starting to seem like it had happened in another life time. The prospect of getting another blowjob would have been tempting no matter who offered it. I started thinking about it. I decided that even if I wanted to I probably wouldn't even be able to get it up, and he would then just not show up for any further lessons, and I'd of degraded myself for nothing. I was sure of it. I'm not gay, it couldn't possibly work. I was so sure I started playing it out in my mind, imagining being parked up somewhere secluded with John sucking my dick. John, ha!, he had to be pushing fifty, I thought... then, he's in pretty good shape for his age though. I was shocked to realize I was rock hard. And extremely excited by the prospect of John blowing me. I reached onto my bedside cabinet for my phone, unlocked it, locked it again, and put it back. Lifted it again, unlocking it, re locking it and putting it back. I must have repeated this five times, before finally calling John's mobile. It rang five times and then went to the answering machine. I put my phone back on the bedside cabinet, a bit disappointed, but also relieved, thinking, it's probably for the best, I'll wake up horrified by the thought of it in the cold light of day. I closed my eyes and rolled over. My phone started vibrating, I picked it up, glad, excited. I told him I had reconsidered and if the offer still stood, I would like to take him up on it. He told me I wouldn't regret it, and arranged to pick me up the next day. I changed my mind fifty times, between then and him picking me up the following day, but when he showed up I didn't hesitate. When I got into the car I could barely turn the key in the ignition I was so nervous. John noticed, "we can get the other business out of the way first, if that would make you feel more comfortable". I thought about it for a minute, and agreed. We swapped seats and John drove to the top of the street. We can find somewhere to park up, or, if you like we could go to my house, which is near by, either way it's up to you. The thought of doing it in the car was more exciting, but I was worried about being seen, and didn't want to wait to find somewhere secluded enough. Lets go to your house I said. Ten minutes later I found myself awkwardly standing in John's living room. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable" he said. I sat down on the sofa, and John sat next to me. "Have you ever been with another man?" He asked. "No" I replied sheepishly. "I thought not, but have you thought about it?", "No", I said, "not before yesterday anyway". He took his hand and started rubbing my balls through my jeans. "And when you think about it now, what do you think?" He asked. I could feel my cock stiffening quick. "I... think, I..." "I think I can guess. You're nervous" he said, yes?" I nodded. He started unbuttoning my jeans. "You're also turned on, yes?" I couldn't even think by this time. He started rubbing my cock through my boxers. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, breathing heavily. He had my cock out and was gently wanking it. He stood up, and got down on the floor in front of me. I opened my eyes and watched, as he put his lips together and kissed the tip of cock gently, parting his lips along the head, and down the shaft right to the base, then back to the tip, and back and forth in a gentle rhythm. It felt so good as his lips were passing from the head to the shaft, and his tongue ran back and forth over the tip. After a few minutes, I breathed heavily, and closed my eyes, sure I was about to come with the next pass of the head. But it never came, and neither did I. John was standing up, "OK, he said, "lets go". "Lets go fucking where?" I demanded. "your lesson" He replied. "But what about..." I said. "What, You want me to finish you off?". In the state I was in I didn't think I would be able to learn anything."Well, yeah." I said. "That wasn't part of the deal" He said, "the deal was I get to blow you and you get some free lessons. I've blown you as much as I wanted today. If you want more, you're gonna have to do something more for me. You aren't the only one wants to get off". I'm not gonna suck your fucking dick, I'm not a faggot. I said, getting up, ready to leave. "of course not" John replied. "and who said anything about sucking it, a simple handjob would do, it's just that sucking your dick got me so hot under the collar, I need a release, and you know, I really do want to finish what I started". I was going to leave, but the last bit of that sentence got me. "OK" I said. "How do you want to do this?". I'll sit down, and you can either sit beside me, or you can kneel in front of me. "I'm not gonna kneel" I said. "well, I guess that means we should sit down then". John sat down and I sat on the left of him. He stood up and took off his jeans, and then his boxers, and sat back down. I looked at his cock, it was only half hard, it was six or seven inches long. John took my hand and placed it on his cock, and started my hand off. I could feel him stiffening quickly. His balls were huge, and when fully hard his cock was pretty big too, eight inches I guess, and thick, it was smooth and pink, and as I stroked it I couldn't help by notice that it was nice. It was strange, I was doing something I had done to myself thousands of times. But trying to do it one someone sitting beside me was quite difficult, I didn't think I was doing a very good job of it. For some reason, this annoyed me... I wanted it to be good. "I can't really get a good rhythm going John, I'm gonna get on my knees and do it" I said. "It is a lot easier that way", John said. I kneeled in between his legs and began to jerk him off, his balls were really impressive head on, I found it much easier to get a rhythm going like that, and based on John's groaning I knew I was doing a much better job. I realized that I was rock hard again myself, and feeling hornier than I'd ever felt before up to that point. His dick looked really good from the angle I Was at, I was about to lean forward and lick it, when John groaned, and said, "I'm coming, before I could think a thick stream of cum hit me in the face, followed almost immediately by another. I thought I was going to come in my pants, I leaned forward and put my mouth around the head, catching another stream of cum as I did, John looked at me like I had never been looked at before, another stream of cum filled my mouth, I started bobbing on his still hard cock, gagging at the base. It felt so good in my mouth, I tugged on his balls while bobbing. I had lost interest in being blown for the time being, and was completely engrossed in the experience of having John's hard dick in my mouth. I tried to replicate John's technique as best I could. But I always struggled to get right to the base. "Take your time", He advised. "Just try to enjoy it, and you'll do fine". I shortened my strokes, and focused on the head, running my lips back and forth over the ridges. "You're a natural" John said. Every now and then I took it out and looked at it for a second, it really was beautiful, I would lick the head, and then start bobbing on it again. After a while John began to groan again, and I knew he was going to come, I took it out and started jerking it, watching closely as I did, trying to take in every second of it. A hot stream of cum, hit me in the face, followed by another, and another. John fell back onto the sofa panting, and I collapsed to ,the ground, I was on cloud nine. I just lay there buzzing, my mind going in fifty directions at once. TBC.

The Invitation Part 3

Sally waited by the door of the store and watched as Jack as he went to pay for the dress and shoes. Standing in the queue for the tills, his fake breasts were obvious beneath his coat and sweater, although Jack was clearly oblivious to the fact. Sally saw many of the young women in the shop cast a sideways glance at his chest when he wasn't looking and smile to themselves. Several nudged their friends and nodded in his direction drawing their friends' attention to the slender but good looking boy with the breasts who was queuing up to pay for a black dress and court shoes. As Jack reached the front of the queue the matrix board directed him to till number four, and he saw that the woman working the till was none other than the one who had helped with the shoes earlier. "Did you find everything that you were looking for?" she asked. "Errrm, yes, we did, thank you," Jack mumbled as he cast his eyes towards the floor, fumbling in his back pocket for his wallet. "Maybe the next time you need some new lingerie you might check out our new range. I'm sure you would find something you like and it will certainly fit you," she said, making no effort to lower her voice which carried to several of the other till, prompting customers and staff alike to look round at him. Jack reddened again. "You certainly have the figure for it," she said, smiling. "No, you don't understand," he explained. "This is just a one off because we have been invited to a party and I have to go in a dress. I don't usually do this, honestly. It's only a bit of fun, really, and I certainly won't be making a habit of it, so we won't be needing to do this again!" Jack could hear the nervous squeak in his voice. She smiled. "Oh I think we both know that's a big lie!" she said, with a grin. "New shoes, new underwear and a new dress? That's no one off! And anyway, once you've crossed the line there is no putting the genie back in the bottle." Normally Jack would have winced at the mixed metaphor, but now he simply reddened more deeply, and began to wonder if all the women in the shop now knew what was going on. The assistant handed Jack the card machine and he punched his PIN in. "I'm pretty sure that we will be seeing you again very soon." "No, honestly, I..." he started, but she cut him off. "Did she catch you wearing her knickers? Well, you aren't the first. My little b*****r does it to mine all the time. He thinks I don't know, bless him. Of course, he's quite young and can't cum yet - at least he can, `cause I've seen him pulling his little cock, but he doesn't produce anything, if you catch my drift, so there's no mess. I think your girlfriend is doing the right thing in indulging your little fetish, and obviously it excites her too. It's fun being a girl - you're going to love it. Especially the sex!" she laughed. "Right!" Jack exclaimed. "I can't have sex as a girl because I don't have the right plumbing, so I guess I'll never know!" "Sure you do sweetie." "You mean anal? No way, for one thing I'm not gay, so I don't want to be fucked by some bloke!" By now the women on both sides of the counter at the adjacent tills had stopped even pretending to not be listening, and were giving Jack and the sales assistant their undivided attention. "Who says it will be a bloke?" she asked, enigmatically. "Anyway, whoever it is, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. Right ladies?" she asked the women either side of her. They all nodded and one - a petite sales assistant in her early 20s who was carefully folding a collection of blouses for a customer - chipped in "oh yes, you'll love anal. I certainly do, but be careful when you fart afterwards" and giggled. The other women laughed aloud, nodding and exchanging knowing looks. "Oh God, Mary, what are you like?" laughed the assistant as she held out the bag to Jack. "The receipt's in the bag, sir, and I hope you enjoy your purchases!" Jack all but snatched the bags from her and walked quickly over to Sally, still waiting patiently by the door. "Problem sweetie?" she asked with a broad smile. "No, no problem. That sales girl - you know, the one who helped with my shoes - has got completely the wrong end of the stick. Seems to think that not only is this a permanent thing, but that I'm about to start getting fucked in the bum by all comers." He laughed and then suddenly stopped. There was a twinkle in Sally's eye. "Of course not honey," she said with a laugh. "Why on earth would you want that? I mean, it wouldn't be manly would it? Having a big cock up your bum. How could anyone ever enjoy that?" she laughed. Jack smiled too, knowing that Sally enjoyed anal sex every bit as much as she enjoyed it in more conventional ways. "Well, you might like it, but that doesn't mean that I would so don't go getting any ideas, OK?" he smiled. "No, we wouldn't want our big he-man getting fucked in the bum, would we? Not the one who wears women's panties and suspenders and has a lovely lacy bra on and who came in his knickers not 10 minutes ago. That would be totally out of character!" She kissed him and turned towards the doors of the shop. Come on sweetheart," she called over her shoulder as she began to walk. Walking out into the gathering darkness, such as it is in Central London, Sally set off with her customary brisk stride for the Tube Station entrance - not a long journey given that one of the entrances to Oxford Circus Station was right outside the shop. Jack followed on dutifully, carrying the Topshop and Marks and Spencer's bags which contained the purchases that Sally had made. At least those ones that he wasn't already wearing, he thought to himself, once again conscious of the way in which the lace and satin caressed his body. This time, to add to the stimulation of the unfamiliar material against his skin, he was conscious of the wet feeling at the front of his body where his semen was soaking through his knickers and into his jeans. Jack and Sally made their way down to the Victoria line where the platform was typically crowded for that time of the evening with a mixture of exhausted looking office workers and worn out shoppers. As they arrived on the northbound platform a train was pulling into the station. The couple stood to one side as the doors slid open, making room for the wave of passengers to get off the train. Then, shopping bags clutched in their hands, they stepped aboard. There were no seats free and so they crossed to the other side of the train. Sally leaned against the opposite door, and Jack stood in front of her as the other passengers crowded on behind them. She smiled an evil smile at him and, reaching out with one hand, rubbed the front of his crotch. Jack could feel the wetness of the knickers as his girlfriend rubbed his cock through the cum soaked garment. She stretched up and kissed him. "See?" she whispered in his ear. "That's what I have to put up with. The feeling of your cum soaking into my knickers as I stand here on the tube." She squeezed his soaked cock through his jeans and the satin of the underwear. "Like on Monday when you fucked me in the lab and then had to go off to meet Ian while I had to go off to a bl**dy organic chemistry tutorial. You fucked me as I leaned over the bench in the lab and came in me just like you came in your knickers in the changing room. I was so late that I didn't even have time to go to the loos to clean myself up, so I had to sit all the way through organic chemistry with your cum dribbling out of my pussy. And if that wasn't bad enough then I had to go home on the tube all on my own and I had to stand all the way to our station. You must have left a gallon of cum in me because I could feel it leaking out of me all the way and by the time I got home my knickers were absolutely soaked through and there was a big wet spot on my jeans. Just like yours are now." Jack pulled his coat more tightly around hia, partly to conceal the spreading wet patch on his crotch and partly to hide the false breasts pushing at the front of his sweater. "Something wrong honey?" Sally said, rubbing his cock through his damp jeans and soaked knickers. "No, nothing's wrong," Jack replied. "But can you stop doing that before you give me a hard on again?" Sally giggled. "But you love it when I play with your cock on the tube. And don't pretend you don't like these little games. Remember how you made me cum on the train the last time we went to visit your parents? Turn and turn about honey!" That was true. On a recent trip out to his parents place when the UK rail system was up to its usual shambolic low standards and they had to stand all the way from London to Bath in an overheated, overcrowded and not too clean train. In order to pass the time Jack had slid one of his hands under the waist band of Sally's skirt and tights, into her cotton knickers and had very gently and very very slowly started to masturbate her very very gently. He had begun as the train passed Heathrow, she had been soaking wet by Reading and had silently orgasmed just outside Didcot, her slim body twitching as the waves of pleasure swept through her, all the time pressed up between Jack's back and the train's door, surrounded by strangers. Jack hoped this wasn't payback time! "Hmm. No response from little Jack," she smiled. "I suppose he isn't ready to come out to play again just yet! Well, I guess that he has had a busy afternoon." As she spoke she moved her hand from the front of Jack's crotch to his hip. She found one of the suspender straps and, gripping it through his jeans between forefinger and thumb, she pulled it away from his body and let it go. It snapped back against his leg. "We don't want to tire him out just yet, do we? I have plans for him later!" The tube train pulled into their station and the door opened behind Sally. She stepped out onto the platform and smiled at him. "Come along, sweetheart." Jack and Sally made their way up to street level and turned down the street towards their home. It was a ten minute walk and the young couple held hands as they walked, chatting about nothing in particular as they went. Arriving at their door Jack dug in his pocket for the key, unlocked the door and shuffled through it, juggling keys and shopping bags. Sally followed him in, shutting the door behind them and shrugging off her coat. "You had better strip down here sweetheart. We don't want you making a mess on the carpet by dripping cum onto it now, do we? What would the landlord say," she giggled. "Since when did you ever care about cum stains on the carpet?" Jack replied, grinning. "Well I care today!" she replied. With that she pushed his jacket off his shoulders revealing the curve of his sock filled bra under his sweater. "You look quite good with tits," she laughed. "I can't believe you made me come home dressed like that!" Jack protested, but without conviction. Secretly he had enjoyed the thrill of being out in public with a full set of lingerie on under his normal clothes, although he wasn't about to admit it. The walk back from the tube station had been fun; passing all those people in the street and having the secret of cum soaked lingerie under his clothing was a new experience, and one that Jack had surprised himself by enjoying. "It's nice to do something secret like that now and again. You like it when I go around with a skirt on but no knickers, don't you, and it's not just because you can get to my pussy so much more easily when I'm like that!" she purred. "And of course I like it too. I used to do it at school as well. Did I ever tell you that? I loved it then too!" she whispered. "Made me very horny! I bet you wish you had been there then, don't you?" "God, yes," Jack replied, trying to keep his mind off the image she was painting. "Sometimes I would go all day without them," she went on. "I was very naughty. Happy days!" Jack swallowed. He had long had a cherished fantasy about Sally dressed as a schoolgirl and yet again she seemed to be reading his mind. "Did you ever get caught?" he asked, his voice sounding oddly tight even to himself. "Not unless I wanted to be," she replied with a smile. "Now," she said with a sense of purpose in her voice. "Enough of that. Let's get you undressed." His jacket already at his feet, Jack stood still in the hallway as she removed the rest of his clothes. First to go were the boots and Jack saw the white stockings emerge from the cuffs of his jeans as he alternately raised each foot to allow Sally to slip the boots off. Next she unsnapped and unzipped the jeans which, lacking the usual friction from his legs and his cotton underwear, simply fell to the ground, revealing the full extent of the white lace top stockings, the cum-soaked satin knickers with lace trim and the matching suspender belt. Some of his semen had escaped the confines of the knickers and had run down his legs, soaking into the lace at the top of his stockings and Jack shivered a little as the air cooled the damp matirial. Finally she pulled the sweater over his head to reveal his sock-stuffed bra. "Oh dear, honey. What a mess you have made," said Sally, looking down at the cum stain on his knickers and stockings. "Come through here in to the lounge." She led him down the short passageway and into the lounge. Jack briefly wondered how it was that he had to undress in the hall top avoid making a mess on the carpet, and yet it was OK to walk down the hall and into the lounge and then stand here with the cum thoroughly soaked into his knickers and stockings. Jack stood looking down at the still damp knickers and the stained stocking tops. His mind was confused. Somewhere inside he knew that he should be feeling embarrassment, humiliation and resentment, but all he felt was calmness and comfort. He liked being dressed this way. It felt good - hell, he looked good! A bright flash shook him from his reverie and he turned his head to see Sally peering at the screen on the back of their digital SLR camera. "What on earth are you doing?" he asked, aghast at this development. No way he wanted evidence of what was going on to be available. "Taking pictures, silly," replied Sally. What does it look like?" "Look, put the camera away. I don't want pics of this getting into the wrong hands!" "Oh, but it's OK for you to take pictures of me, I suppose?" she replied. "Come on, sweetie. You've taken loads of pictures of me and I'm not concerned that they will get out, because you know what I would do to you if they did!" That was true enough. Jack loved to take pictures of his beautiful slim girlfriend naked, in the shower, while they were having sex, wearing lingerie - anything, anyhow, anywhere! She had been a little reluctant at first but they had come to an agreement that he could take pictures of her on the understanding that, should he ever show them to anyone then he would surely live to regret it. She hadn't specified what she would do, but the steely glint in her eye when she said it had been enough to convince Jack that she meant what she said. He had kept his side of the bargain almost entirely - one d***ken night he had showed one single picture of Sally lying on the couch masturbating to Mark, his best friend. Mark had never mentioned it again, and he was pretty sure that he had forgotten all about it in the wine-fuelled haze that had been that particular Saturday night. The flash went off again. "Now it's my turn. Come on, honey - you look great like this and I want something to remember it by. Please?" That wheedling tone again - Jack just couldn't resist. "OK," he agreed. "But the same rules apply, OK?" "Of course sweetheart. Sauce for the goose and all that!" she laughed as she took another picture. For the next 20 minutes Sally turned from sex goddess and part time biology student into photographer extraordinaire! Jack was turned this way and that, posed, preened, his hair was fluffed and then flattened, he was bidden to stand up, sit down, lie down, kneel, crawl and walk all to the constant accompaniment of the click of the Nikon camera and the flash. To end with, Sally had Jack kneeling on the sofa. "OK, pull your panties down a little," she said. Jack did as he was told, pulling the now dry but obviously stained garment down an inch or two until the lace elastic strip at the top of the shiny smooth garment rested on his pubic bone. The camera clicked away. "Great," said Sally. "That looks really good. Nothing peeking out and yet you can see that you are shaved down there. A little more." Jack slid the garment down a little further until the waist band nestled in the angle between his cock and his smooth, flat, closely shaved pubis. He could feel himself stirring again, his cock starting to fill out, gently swelling in his knickers. The camera clicked on, the built in flash periodically lighting up the room. "Perfect," he heard Sally exclaim with a familiar husky tone starting to creep into her voice. It was a sure sign that she was becoming very aroused. "Now turn around. Stay on the couch though." Jack complied, turning to kneel on all fours on the couch, his ass pointing into the room and the band of his knickers insistently pressing into the bulge of his buttocks. The camera clicked on. "Pull them down to just above the band of your stockings," he heard Sally say. Swiftly he complied. She was much closer now, kneeling on the floor behind him. He knew from the flashes and clicks of the camera that his backside was getting well and truly photographed and he was surprised to find that he found the thought strangely arousing. Jack became aware that the clicking and flashing had ceased, and looked back over his shoulder. Another flash, this one catching him in a most compromising position! He watched as Sally's slim index finger popped into her mouth then appeared again, wet with her saliva. Swiftly she extended her arm and began to rub the saliva into the opening of his anus. This was a departure. Never before had Sally shown an interest in that part of Jack's body, although he had often licked, tongued, fingered and fucked her in that tightest of holes. As she gently rubbed backwards and forwards his mind fell once more into turmoil. "NO! What are you doing," he began. "Hush sweetie," she replied. You'll enjoy it. "No, I'm not into..." "Hush. We both know that isn't true. It's just you overcoming all those taboos. You've overcome all the rest today and I'm very proud of you. This one is no different and anyway, you're giving yourself away!" Jack knew what she meant. He could feel his cock, now free of the enveloping satin and lace, become more and more turgid. He looked down at the sight between his legs. There it was - free of the soft clinging underwear. Denuded of its usual surrounding of hair but beautifully framed by the knickers below, the suspender belt above and the straps holding up his stockings to each side, his smooth and hairless balls dangling behind. He smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, revelling in the sensations, both tactile and visual. Then, just as he became used to the sensation of Sally gently massaging his hole, he nearly jumped through the roof as his senses were overcome by a new wave of sensation from this most sensitive of spots. Sally, leaning forward and holding one of his buttocks in each hand, was gently tonguing him from his anus to the root of his cock, right across his scrotum and back again, pressing her tongue into the puckered hole at each pass. The sensation shot up and down his body, seeming to concentrate in his now throbbing penis, and he arched his back involuntarily. "Good?" came a muffled question from behind him. "Incredible!" he just about managed to get out. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it finished. The newly stimulated part of Jacks body screamed out for further attention and his back arched again, this time in frustration. Then he felt a pressure at his hole, gentle but insistent. He felt his anus begin to stretch at the insistent pressure of whatever it was that was pressing into him but face down on the couch he couldn't see what was happening. "What are you doing?" he asked, a sense of urgency in his voice. "Relax sweetheart. I think you're going to like this!" came the reply, the unseen smile of the beautiful face reflected in the voice. He felt wetness and the cool breeze of breath around his hole as the pressure increased. His mind was in turmoil. "She's trying to...no she can't do that. I don't want...It will hurt. I'm not gay - I don't want things up my arse...I won't enjoy it..." "Shhh," he heard her gentle admonishment from behind him. "Just relax - nearly there." The pressure increased and Jack could feel something sliding into his body. From being quite sharp at first it was clear that whatever it was she was shoving into his arse had a taper to it - it was getting steadily wider and, as it did so it was becoming more and more uncomfortable. "Honey, that's a bit sore," he said with a grimace. "Nearly done now. Just think of England!" she laughed. "One more little push and we're there." And with that Jack felt the pressure increase on his hole and the intruder, whatever it was, slide yet further in. Then, suddenly, it was completely inside and his hole no longer felt as stretched. He could feel something in the crack of his arse and, reaching back with one hand, he felt something soft and cool lying along his crack, an inch or so in either direction from his hole. He also felt the familiar wet slipperiness of the anal lube that they used. Or rather, that he used on her, as it had never been anywhere near his rear end before. The penny dropped - they had received a small butt plug as a freebie when they had bought some sex toys and lube on line, but they had never used it. Clearly they had now! "OK, now stay still!" he heard her say. He knelt on the couch and savoured this new sensation. Full, and yet not uncomfortably so. Stretched but only to a point where it constantly drew his attention, not to where it hurt. A flash. "What the fuck? Don't take pics of this!" he exclaimed. "Why not darling - it looks lovely. Stand up." He obeyed, although even as he did so he was unsure of why. He didn't want her taking pictures of him in cum stained women's under clothing with a plug up his arse. Why on earth would she want such a picture anyway? Another flash. "Wow, that's a good one," she said. "Look." She held the camera up to him and he looked at the small screen on the back. There was a picture of a young - well, man - in white stockings with lace tops, the lace stained a little at the top. Above the stockings a pair of satin and lace panties were at mid thigh, their front panel stained with dried semen. Above the panties was his smooth and hairless balls suspended beneath his now rock hard cock and then above that, above the newly bald expanse of smooth flesh, the lace of the suspender belt. Finally, above his flat and hairless stomach the matching bra filled with a pair of socks. Altogether he was amazed at the look. His much-longer-than-average-for-a-guy hair made him appear even more feminine and Jack was taken aback at the transformation. Apart from his painfully hard cock jutting out from above the lowered knickers, the figure in the picture would have appeared to a quick glance to be a young woman. Sally took back the camera and raised it again to her eye. She began to take more pictures, directing Jack to adopt a variety of poses, to arrange his hair differently and sometimes to touch himself. Despite his protestations and earlier uneasiness Jack was really beginning to enjoy himself. She was right - it was just a question of overcoming inhibitions and it seemed that he had managed to overcome his and the pre-cum that was beginning to ooze from the tip of his cock was testimony to his increasing excitement. Finally Sally put the camera down on the table and looked him in the eye. She held his gaze while her hands went to the button at the front of her jeans, unsnapping it and pulling the sides apart revealing her white cotton underwear. She kicked off her boots and pushed the jeans down her slim, smooth perfectly formed legs and pushed the jeans and her socks into a pile on the floor. She reached for the hem of her sweater and, grasping both it and the bottom of her shirt in her hands, drew the two garments swiftly over her head revealing her small 30A breasts with the ultra sensitive nipples. The shirt and sweater joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. Her thumbs hooked over the waistband of her knickers. "I have a surprise for you," she said, her eyes still not breaking contact with his. Jack swallowed. Sally pushed the white cotton knickers very slowly down her smooth firm thighs to reveal - not the usual tidy bush of soft blonde curls, but rather just more smooth skin. Finally she paused as the very tip of her groove began to show above the white material. She smiled and then pushed the knickers down to the middle of her thighs in what was almost a parody of the pose that Jack was striking. It revealed entirely her beautiful soft pussy now completely devoid of any hair, the puffy outer lips pressed slightly apart by what was clearly a quite swollen clitoris with her delicate inner lips just peeking out behind them. "You've shaved," Jack whispered. "No darling, I had it waxed at a place in town this morning," his beautiful girlfriend replied. "Just for you, because I know how much you've wanted me to do it. God, it hurt," she giggled. "I thought you were out shopping with Lucy this morning," Jack said. Sally just smiled. "And I thought you couldn't because of having to change with the other girls after netball." It was true that, with her slim build and small boobs Sally was sometimes a little self conscious about her body and when Jack had suggested shaving she had been reluctant to make herself appear to be younger than her 20 years. "Screw them. I don't care what they think - this is for us. Anyway a couple of them are shaved too!" she laughed. "I'm horny honey, she went on as she pushed her knickers past her knees. They fell to the ground revealing a gusset that was quite clearly more than a little damp. "Will you fuck me please? You wouldn't believe the stimulation that I've had to endure all day with no pubes!" she laughed. "Now I want you to do something about it." Jack took a step towards her and was instantly reminded of the unfamiliar presence of the plug in his bum. His hands went to the knickers around his thighs to take them off, but she stopped him. "No," she said, her hands running down his back to the lace of the suspender belt. "I want you to do it dressed just as you are." It was a mark of how far Jack had come in such a short space of time that he didn't think twice about her request. He took one of her hands and guided her gently to the sofa where she lay back, as naked as the day she was born and now bereft of pubic hair as well. He knelt between her thighs and looked at her newly revealed pussy. "It's gorgeous," he whispered. "Fuck me," she replied and as she did so she reached forward and wrapped her small cool hand around his engorged red hot cock and pulled him towards her. She parted her thighs and as she did so Jack saw the petals of her pussy open, revealing the swollen clitoris, the dent of her pee hole, her swollen inner lips and finally the entrance to her vagina. All were thoroughly covered in the juices which Jack could see flowing from her wet hot pussy. "I really need to cum honey," she whispered. "Please fuck me." Sally pulled Jack towards her by his cock, guiding his erection towards her waiting pussy. She pushed his foreskin down and rubbed the sensitive back of his throbbing glans against her clit. A shudder went through each of their bodies. Shifting her hand so that she was holding his shaft further down and cupping his balls in her fingers, Sally began to rub his now rock hard erection against her clit in a slow and gentle rhythm and, with her pubic hair now gone, Jack could feel every fold of the skin in her most sensitive places contrasting with the hardness of her now fully erect clitoris. "Oh God, sweetie, I'm going to cum," she gasped, both hands now rubbing Jack's cock against the full length of her slit. Jack saw the orgasm rise within her as she began to shudder from the base of her spine. He mouth opened in a soundless gasp as the pleasure swept over her in waves but her eyes never shifted from Jack's own. They held each other's gaze as Sally's orgasm peaks and then ebbed away again and as her body relaxed Sally drew Jack's cock into her warm, wet tight pussy. Barely able to control himself, Jack felt Sally's legs hook behind his thighs, rubbing his legs gently through the stockings. Her hands, now free from their task of rubbing his cock against her clit, moved around to his buttocks, caressing the flesh and teasing his crack with her nails. Her pussy felt red hot as she squeezed his cock with the walls of her vagina and Jack knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. "Go easy, sweetheart," he said. "I don't want to cum just yet!" "No, I want you to Jack. Please, sweetie. Please cum in my pussy for me. Fill me up with your cum. I want your cum now." As she spoke Jack felt her middle finger start to tweak the but plug, gently rubbing it from side to side within him. That was more than he could bear and he felt his orgasm begin deep within him. Try as he might to control it, the sensations of the but plug, the lingerie and the tight wet embrace of Sally's pussy were more than he could bear and with a series of groans he ejaculated for the third time that day, depositing his seed deep within his darling girlfriend. Jack collapsed on her shoulder, utterly spent. After a second or two he became aware of her squirming beneath him, humping away at his cock as it softened inside her. "Jack, I need to cum again sweetie," she whispered plaintively. "I really need to. Can you help me honey? Can you make me cum again?" "Honey I am done in. I couldn't get hard again if my life depended on it! I'm sorry." "Please sweetheart, I really need this. Please make me cum again." Jack shifted to one side slightly, his now limp and soaked cock slipping from her body. He was intending to lie beside Sally as he masturbated her clitoris but her hands on his shoulders checked him. She pulled him back until he was again directly above her. Jack felt her grip on his shoulders change as she started to push him down her body - it was something that she often did as a part of their fore play as she loved being eaten more than anything, and Jack loved to oblige her. But she couldn't mean that this time - she couldn't want him to go down on her after he had just ejaculated in her pussy. "Honey," Jack began, but she cut him off. "Do this for me sweetheart. I need you to lick my pussy for me. Will you please? I so need it Jack, please," she begged. "But honey, I've just..." "Oh never mind that sweetie. It's OK - you'll hardly notice a bit of cum. And I've eaten enough of it - it tastes fine, believe me! Please?" Her hands continued to exert a steady downward pressure on Jack's shoulders and he allowed himself to be pushed steadily down her body. His tongue flicked at her nipples as he passed and all too quickly his face was level with her naked vulva. It was red and engorged from their sexual activity, from the day long stimulation and, Jack suspected, from the waxing. Her clitoris was plainly visible, sticking up from beneath its customary covering like a tiny cock. Her inner labia lay apart, revealing the entrance to her vagina and Jack could see that it was flowing freely with their mixed juices. He felt her hands come up to the back of his head as she drew his face into her crotch. Jack could smell the heady aroma that he loved so much mixed with something familiar and yet strange to him. As she drew him in his face touched the wet folds of her skin and she jumped at the sudden stimulation. Jack extended his tongue a little and tasted their mixture before Sally's bare pussy heaved upwards in response to even that gentle touch and his face was thrust between her legs, instantly becoming covered in her secretions and his own cum. Jack struggled to breath as Sally's orgasm flooded over her and she clutched his face tightly to her pussy. He could feel the muscles inside her vagina spasm, expelling his semen from within her body direct into his mouth. Jack allowed his own cum to be deposited on his tongue as he used it to lick the inside of her vagina as she almost wanked herself off against his face. That was one of her favourite activities, Jack knew, and she had done it to him many times before, but not while expelling his cum from her body into his mouth. Finally Sally reached the zenith of her orgasm, her back arched and Jack's face clutched tightly to her vulva. She held that position for a few seconds, her vagina still pulsing and pumping the last of Jack's cum onto his tongue. Finally, she began to recover, slumping back onto the sofa and released his head. Jack looked up at her, and she smiled down at him as he knelt between her legs, his face streaked with the combination of their juices. "Thanks darling - you have no idea how much I needed that!" she smiled. She held out her hand and he climbed up onto the sofa beside her, thoroughly exhausted. "sl**py sweetie?" she asked him. "Done in. Sorry," he replied. "That's OK, honey. You have had a really big day and I'm not surprised you're tired. It's quite late, so why don't you crash out here on the sofa for a while." "Yeah, I might just do that. Just for a few minutes..." "OK. I'll wake you when it's time for bed." Jack turned around and lay full length on the sofa and felt himself start to drift away. He was vaguely conscious of Sally pulling his knickers back up and then heard the clicking of the camera again but couldn't rouse himself to see what was going on. A little later Jack drifted back towards consciousness as he felt Sally cover him with a duvet and gently kiss his cheek. "I love you," she whispered in his ear. "I love you too," mumbled Jack in reply as he drifted back towards the arms of Morpheus. Later still, Jack thought he heard the bleep of the computer as a device was plugged in, but wasn't sure. He might have dreamt it. Then he thought he could hear the sound of typing coming from the other side of the room, but exhaustion again got the better of him and he fell back into a deep sl**p. The final thing he remembered that night was Sally climbing onto the sofa beside him and cuddling up to his back, and he sank back into a deep sl**p.

first time i fucked the married woman

first time i fucked the married woman she was having a party, her husband is away for 3 months at a time, works overseas, so here i am single guy at her party, it was mainly 40+ year olds, me 27, she was giving me the eye all night, getting me drinks, as i lived in the street i was on of the last to leave, then it was just me and her and she was in the kitchen i went to help clean up and i was just resting with back to the counter and she just could see where i was and just came up to me backed her arse onto my crotch and just slowly moved her arse side to side, not saying a word. with in a minute my cock was rock hard and she knew it, she turned around, unzipped me and started sucking on my rock hard cock, i was in heaven but thought wtf am i doing, she was sucking on my bell head like she had never sucked cock for months, next she grabbed my hand led me to the living room sat me down on the couch and she took her dress of and thong and knelt down to suck on me, by this time i wanted to fuck that pussy, i told her to sit on it, she turned around and just hovered over my shaft, then she lowered herself, tip went in and she moaned, then a couple of inch, she was so tight, never had k**s, she was just going up and down, her pussy was wet, my cock was now going in balls deep and she was moaning so much. 2 mins in and she came, her pussy tightened all over my cock, i wanted to come then but she got off and sucked my wet cock, i told her to lie on the floor and i was going to fuck her mish, we did this for 5 mins i told her i was going to spunk soon and she said she was going to cum and that she is on the pill, so i just pumped away and she was coming so i just let go and spunked all my cum inside her, 7 days worth, she couldn't believe how much i had spunk inside her, she loved it, i used my boxers to mop up the spunk and left

ULTIMATE FANTASY (3/4)

This chapter is told from Jan’s POV Chapter 3 It had been another busy day at work for me, but I welcomed busy days. It meant working late, and working late meant taking my mind off the lonely nights. As soon as I got home I undressed and took a shower, then poured myself a drink as I tugged my robe on. For a second I considered watching my Laura Vandervoort sex tape, but then I decided against it. I was trying to get over her, and living our amazing experience over and over wouldn’t help me do that. I thought about my Tom Welling sex tape, but decided to have an early night instead. So I switched on the TV and idly watched the news as I nursed a glass of scotch. It was close to 11pm when I heard the doorbell ring. I frowned. No-one came knocking for me at this time of night. I prayed it wasn’t a f****y emergency. Carefully I opened the door and came face to face with… “Surprise!” chanted Laura and Tom, grinning in my doorway like fools. “Laura! Tom!” I exclaimed as I opened the door wide. “What a surprise! Come on in!” They walked into my apartment, and I closed the door behind them. “Great to see you two again, guys. What brings you back to The Hague?” Laura grinned saucily and flopped down onto my bed. “Well…you, actually.” “Me?” I gasped. “I don’t understand…?” “Relax Jan, she’s told me everything,” Tom said, coming to stand beside me. “And I told her everything about us.” “So…neither of you thinks it’s weird?” I asked carefully. “That I had sex with you both?” “Weird?” Laura said, sitting up. “Heck, no. We want to fuck you again – only this time, together.” Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I couldn’t believe my ears. “Together?” I echoed. “As in, a threesome?” “You heard the lady,” Tom drawled. “That’s what she means. So, how about it, sport? What do you say we get our dicks in that tight pussy?” “Hey!” she protested, but I could see that she was getting turned on at the thought of taking both our cocks into her body at the same time. Heck, we were all getting hot at that thought. “I’m definitely up for it,” I said in a low voice. “I can see that,” Laura said, eyeing the tent-shape caused by my erect cock under my robe. “Tom, do you see what I see?” “Sure do,” he said, licking his lips and sitting beside Laura. “How about we help you with that, Jan?” My heart pounded fiercely as Tom and Laura loosened my robe and pushed it off my shoulders. It landed on the floor in a heap, and my cock jutted straight up towards their faces. “I’ve missed this bad boy,” Laura purred, wrapping her small hand around the base of my cock. “So have I,” agreed Tom. He leaned forward and sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth, making me shudder. “Hey, I called dibs on the cocksucking!” Laura complained, gripping me hard. “Don’t be selfish, we can share,” he replied, and my knees went weak as Tom and Laura licked and stroked and French-kissed each other with my cock between their mouths. “Fuck, I’m so hard,” Tom said raggedly, standing up. “I need some attention. Laura, can you handle us both?” She licked her lips as Tom unzipped his pants and his erection sprang free. “Let me have ‘em.” I grinned and fisted my hand in her hair, pulling her head back. She opened her mouth wide and Tom shoved his cock in; I pressed mine in more gently. Her mouth was stretched really wide and it was a tight fit in there with both cocks, but eventually we were both thrusting carefully. As soon as she’d gotten used to the fullness we thrust harder, pushing in deep. Tom’s cock slid against mine, hot and slick, and we turned to kiss each other as we fucked Laura’s mouth really hard. “I’m gonna cum,” Tom rasped, grabbing Laura’s hair with his fist. She moaned, and I felt my balls tighten as my orgasm brewed. “Me too,” I whispered. “Let’s come together…” “On Three,” Tom instructed. “One…two…” “Three!” I yelled, and pulled my cock out of Laura’s mouth just as my cum shot out of me. Tom buried his dick in deep and shot his load into her mouth, while my hot cum spurted all over her eyes and face. “Oh, fuck,” Tom growled, watching as we both jizzed in and on Laura, holding her head tightly in place. “Fuck…!” Our come dripped from her mouth and face, all white and milky. Tom withdrew his dick from her mouth, and she wiped her face and gave us a hard stare. “Typical men,” she growled. “Selfish.” “Hmm…” I mused. “Come to think of it, we didn’t take care of Laura’s needs. Should we do that now?” “I don’t see why not,” Tom agreed. “Lie back, Laura. Let’s treat you like a slutty queen.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Laura smiled and her blue eyes twinkled mischievously. “That’s more like it.” We stripped off all her clothes until she was stark naked, and she lay back on the bed as Tom also removed the rest of his clothes. “Where do you want to start, boys?” she purred. Tom and I looked at each other. “There’s a lot to choose from,” I said. “But I say we start at the top and work our way down.” Tom nodded. “Good plan.” We lay down beside her on the bed on either side of her. “Kiss me, Laura,” I demanded. She turned her face to me and our lips met in a scorching kiss. I slipped my tongue into her mouth where the taste of Tom’s cum and my cum still lingered. Then I lifted my head and she turned her face to the other side to kiss Tom, wrapping her tongue around his. When Tom lifted his head I leaned forward and slipped my tongue into Laura’s mouth. Tom did the same, and the three of us shared a passionate, cum-tasting kiss that made my head swim. We finally came up for air and simultaneously reached for a breast each. We squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, pinching her nipples tight until she cried out, then we leaned down and soothed the tight buds with our wet tongues. “Shit, that’s good,” she moaned, sliding her hands into our hair and holding us close. “Suck my tits…suck them…” We did as she asked, sucking her nipples hard until she almost screamed with desire. “Now my pussy,” she ordered breathlessly. “I want you both to fuck me with your tongues.” Tom and I glanced at each other and nodded. We slid down her body and grabbed a leg each, splaying them wide so that there would be room for both our heads. We then leaned down towards her dripping pink pussy and flicked our tongues on her engorged clit, lapping eagerly at her cunt juices. “Fuck!” she swore, sobbing with ecstasy. “Oh, shit, oh fuck, oh FUCK!!!” I moved my mouth a little lower and thrust my tongue into her hot cunt, while Tom sucked her clit into his mouth. Together we licked and sucked Laura’s pussy until she shivered and shook and came with reckless abandon. Her pussy juices squirted and ran into our mouths and we swallowed it all, licking her pussy clean. Finally her screams died down and we all collapsed onto the bed, in a sweaty, naked heap. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX To be continued…

accidental fantasies pt6

Jennifer was right on several counts. We did have to show Mom that she could be proud of us and we absolutely had to have a plan. The sex had been fantastic but if that's all we had, we had nothing at all. That night, as I did my journal entries, I took a few minutes to take a look at myself, not physically but as a person. I hadn't worked in months and I was still facing at least three months of idleness. Eventually, insurance would compensate me for my lost time, etc, etc. but that did literally nothing to advance career or personal goals. It was time for some specific steps, a course of action if you will. The next morning, I told Jennifer that I wanted to do my speech therapy right away and I wanted her to start getting tough with me. "What brought this on," she asked. "You," I replied. "You made me think last night that if we have any chance to make it as a couple, we have to start with a plan and I realized that I didn't have a plan for myself. Without that, we can have no plan as a couple." "So?" "So I'm working on one and one of the first things I have to do is to be able to speak clearly and distinctly. I'm assessing my career goals and how to get there too. I can't just sit on my ass for three months, Jenni. I have to have a purpose and a plan of action. I know you said to relax and let you worry about our financial goals but that's not realistic. If I can't work, there must be other things I can do." "Have you been reading my mind?" she said. "I stopped at the school last night to turn in some papers and I saw a brochure on her desk. It was about rehabilitative educational opportunities and Danni, the state will pay for whole thing. She told me she has eleven people in her classes right now and she has no doubt that you'll qualify for college study funds. Their whole goal is to get you to be productive again. You have to face one fact Danni. There's no way to know your eventual physical condition. I'm not trying to be negative, just honest. You're doing great right now and there's no reason to assume that you won't be a hundred percent but there is no guarantee. You can't do your job without doing a lot of standing and walking so now is the time to give yourself some options." I was speechless. How could I not have even considered that I might be handicapped or more? The injuries had been traumatic and extensive. A year from now, two years, ten years, how do you plan for the 'just in case' factor? "Danni?" "Sorry, I guess I zoned out there for a minute. Do they have someone at the school like a counselor or something?" Her face brightened and she kissed me. "Her name is Dr. Grodney. She's awesome. Oh baby, I'm so proud of you right now, I could burst. I love you so damned much." "Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said. "Now are you going to help me with speech or just stand there looking beautiful? I've got therapy in just over an hour." I drove myself so hard at therapy that my therapist told me I had to slow down or risk muscle damage. I had goals now and by god, I was going to walk without stumbling all over, wobbling, or limping if I could help it. When he handed me a cane, I almost told him to shove it up his ass but when he showed me how to use it just to help my balance and coordination, I accepted it. It wasn't as easy to use as I thought but it really did help. When I got home, my smart assed girlfriend/nurse/lover said she'd buy some condoms so I could use it as a dildo. Our lovemaking that day was less frenetic and more enjoyable. She spent a great deal of time on foreplay, making love to my breasts, one after the other, until I was so wet I felt like I should be floating. Instead of diving into my clit, she licked, kissed and caressed my thighs, pausing here and there to nip at some flesh and hold it in her teeth. When she licked over me, it was slow and sensual, dragging her flat tongue over my labia until they were puffy and sensitive. She spread me open and blew her hot breath over my clit several times before she pressed her tongue into me in her special way, forcing it into a very sensitive spot just below my clit until I was so far gone that nothing could reverse the path of the oncoming orgasm. Just before I came, she slid a long dildo into me and slowly made love to me. My orgasm wasn't a powerful one, it was a beautiful one. I slid so gently over the top that it was only with a slight quiver that I came. It was beautiful. I returned the favor with the same slow paced love making, gently bringing her to the brink, to take her over the top with two fingers and my lips. ""We'd better change these bandages," she said, as she caressed me. I winced as she pulled off the bandages, and again when she applied the cream before replacing them. "There, that should do it," she said, but her voice sounded funny. I turned around in time to catch her wiping at her eyes. I grabbed her and pulled her to me, holding her so hard I thought I'd crush her. "Will you stop that, honey? Please? It wasn't your fault, and they will heal." "I can't help it, Danni," she said. "You can't see what I did to you." "I don't care, sweetie, I really don't. I love you too much to worry about it." She went to wash her face and I got up to straighten the bedding. When we got on the bed, I started fondling her breasts. "We don't have time," she said. "You're mom will be home in just over an hour and we have to clean up in here." "Too bad," I said. "I want more." I reached in the drawer to get the two vibrators I'd placed there just in case as we moved into a sixty-nine. She tasted so damned good that I kept licking and sucking until she was squirming all over the place. I had just pushed the vibe into her when we heard the garage door open. She jumped off of me and pulled me to my feet. "GO," she commanded, pushing me to the shower. We didn't have time to really shower so we wiped soapy foam through our pussies and rinsed off. We pulled on our clothes without bras or panties and more or less made the bed. A quick spray of room freshener and we were on our way to the living room. Mom smiled when she came in like the cat that ate the canary, but she didn't say anything. . "I've got dinner if you're interested," she said. "Sure," we said. We went to have some cavatina from Rediccio's restaurant and some ooey gooey French bread to go with it full of herbed butter and sun dried tomatoes. As we shared some tiramisu later, Mom said the words that sent me into a tailspin. "Jennifer, we have to talk about next week," she said. "The insurance company called and they may not pay your wages after this week. We can go after the other insurance but can we justify it if they file an appeal?" "I won't be here during the day any more after tomorrow anyway," she said. I excused myself, went into the bathroom and proceeded to fall apart. Of course we knew that it had to happen sooner or later, but we hadn't discussed it or anything and I wasn't prepared for it. I choked back some tears and fought to maintain control but I didn't have a chance. Mom thought I was throwing up so she came to check on me. "Are you all right?" she asked. "She didn't even talk with me about it." "She hadn't planned on telling me that until tomorrow night. Talk to her. She's really hurting too. She could have said it better but she can't help it. She has to go back to work at the hospital to pay her rent. I can't afford to keep paying her." I finally washed my face and went back out. She was in the living room with her back to me. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her and just held on for dear life. "I'm sorry, Danni. I didn't mean to say it like that, I really didn't. I'm sorry." "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I didn't intend to say anything till tomorrow evening but..." "Mom says you have to go back to work," I said. "I can't pay my rent if I don't," she said. "You're mom can't pay me after this week." "When am I ever going to see you?" I asked. "You go to school almost every night and you have to study too. Are you trying to say we have to break up?" She spun around like a top. "No, honey, oh god no. Never. Danni, I love you. I could never hurt you like that. Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry if you thought that I..." I think the pressure had been building for so long that when the dam burst it was like the Grand Canyon ruptured. We finally got settled down and went back to the dining room where Mom was waiting for us. "I'm sorry, Mary," she said. "I didn't handle that at all well and I hurt Danni. I hope you both can forgive me." "Of course," she said. "You'll be paid thru Friday. Will you be here this weekend then?" "I was hoping to spend the weekend here if I can. I took my name off the registry as of tomorrow and I don't start at the hospital until Monday. Danni and I want to talk with you about some things such as school anyway." "You're going to college after all, Danni? " "The state will pay for it," I told her. "Jenni got the information for me. I'll fill out the forms this weekend and she'll turn them in on Monday and set up an appointment with Dr. Grodny, the counselor, to go through it with me." Mom was thrilled. She'd been bugging me to go and now she'd get her wish. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed that night, making my usual entries in my journal when the phone rang and Mom told me it was Jennifer. "You must feel guilty or something to call me," I said. "I've been sitting here watching you," she said. "Yeah right," I said. "Funny, I don't see you here." "Look up, Danni, what do you see?" "Ok, I'll play your silly game," I said. "I see my reflection in the mirror over my dresser." "It's an illusion, she said. 'its really me. You're sitting cross-legged on the bed and your journal is in your lap." "That's too easy," I said. "You know I do this every night." "I know," she said. "Put your journal on your pillow, darling." I shrugged and did as she asked. "Now what?" "Open your legs for me baby. I want to see your sweet pink pussy." I covered the phone with my hand and whispered. "Stop it. My mom might be listening in." "She isn't," she said. "Driven Woman" just started and she never misses it." She was good, and she was right. Mom wouldn't let anything stop her from watching her favorite show. "Close the door, Danni, and open your legs to me," she insisted. "Oh god, Jenn, don't do this to me," I begged. "You know how I am." "Put the phone in front of you and put it on speaker but turn the volume down," she said. "If Mom comes in here, you're dead meat," I said, but I did as she said. "Touch yourself, Danni. I want to hear you when you do it. Run your fingertip through your slit." "God you are a bitch," I said, reaching down to do as she told me. I leaned back a little and pushed my finger through my lips and dragged it from bottom to top and back again. I was determined not to make a sound but the moan just escaped before I could stop it. "I love that first soft moan you make," she said. "Do that until I tell you to stop." Of course, I did it but the soft moan she referred to became a series of mewling sounds. "You can put your fingers inside now," she said. "I want you to masturbate just like you'd want me to be making love to you right now." "You do know I hate you, don't you?" I said, as two fingers entered me. "No you don't baby," she said. "Let me hear you. Put the phone right by your pussy. I want to hear your fingers as they make love to your sweet pussy." "Oh god," I groaned. "Look up, Danni," she said. "Watch your fingers make love to you." I didn't want to do it, but I did. She knew what would happen and it did. Watching me masturbate kicked my libido into overdrive, but just about the time I was really starting to get into it, she stopped me." "Fuck, Jenni," I said. "Why did you do that?" "I changed my mind, baby. Reach in your drawer and get the white vibe." Oh shit, she was evil. The toy she mentioned is a multiple function, multi speed vibe capable of reducing me to a puddle of cum and sweat. "Do you have it all the way in, baby? I can't tell." "I will so make you pay for this," I said, but I pushed it all the way in and turned the vibe on slow. "What a sweet sound that is," she said, "but it would sound better if you press the pink button." The pink button would energize the tip of the toy, making it rotate in a slow arc pattern deep in my pussy. I thought about not doing it but she would know by the lack of the sound of the motor. "Ngggggggggg," I groaned. "Oh god, that feels so good in there. Oh my god." She was silent for a few minutes as my pussy was being massaged deep inside and my clit was being stroked by the clit finger attachment. I gave up trying to conceal my sounds of pleasure and just let it out. "High speed now," she said, snapping me out of the pre-orgasmic haze I was in. "Do it Danni," she insisted. "Come for me, honey. Come for me." I decided I wouldn't give her the satisfaction so I focused my mind on a verse that came to me. "You can't stop it," she said. "Your thighs are twitching now, aren't they Danni. Your back hurts right at the top of your ass isn't it? Oh, you can fight it, but your body will win and we both know what happens when you hold back. Is your anus drawing in yet, Danni? Is your body getting tight? Be careful because you're going to scream when you come. Better bite down on something because your almost there and there's no turning back now because your about to lose control. Scream for me, baby. Come for me honey, I'm waiting to suck your sweet cum away." I grabbed my pillow and jammed it into my mouth and dropped back to the bed as my body defied my will and disintegrated in a cloud of blackness that swallowed me. I started breathing just in time to hear her calling my name. "Breathe, Danni. Breathe now. You have to come back now. Talk to me, baby." I dragged the phone up near my face. "Fuck you," I said. "I'm dying and you're too late to save me." "You love me and you know it," she said. "Besides, I just gave you one of the best orgasms you've ever had." "You gave me nothing," I said. "I did it without you." "Sure you did," she said, "just like I just came almost as hard as you without you." "You didn't." I said. "I did," she repeated. "I used my pink tornado twister and a certain blue probe you saw in the catalog." "Go to sl**p," I said. "I'm too tired to talk any more and my bed is so wet I'll have to make it or sl**p on the floor. I think I'll sl**p on the floor. It smells like pussy in this room." "I love you so much, Danni," she said. "No fair," I said. "I can't stay mad at you when you say that." "I know, honey," she said. "I love you so much." "So now I'm supposed to say I love you too, I suppose." "You'd better," "Well, I don't" "Then I'll have to find another woman to love," she said. "You do and I'll cut your tits up and shove them up your ass," I said. "Well?" "Oh very well. I am so damned deep in love with you that I can hardly stand it and if you don't get your ass over here early, I'll have to attack you, kiss the breath out of you and have my way with you." "I may be late," she said. I hugged my phone and softened my tone. "I love you so much, please hurry, Jenni. I miss you so." I waited for her in the morning, wearing my robe with nothing under it. The minutes dragged by so slowly. I could feel my body almost vibrate with anticipation and when I heard her coming in, I stood and took a few steps toward the door. She smiled and came to me with sweet kisses and loving embrace. Within seconds, my robe had dropped and we were heading for the bedroom. I'd lit several vanilla candles in my room so the air was sweet with their fragrance as she laid me on the bed and began stripping. We embraced with so much love that we had tears in our eyes, wrapping our legs around each other as we rolled back and forth on the bed. Her hand found its way to my pussy and slowly entered me as I held her tight, my fingers grasping at her ass. She worked her way down between my legs and put my legs over her shoulders. Her tongue made its way into me and once it found my clit, her lips surrounded it and her tongue caressed it. My hands were knotted in her hair, forcing her face into me and my legs were crossed behind her back as a beautiful orgasm built and began to take control. Her fingers took over to finish me off with a coup de'gras from her thumb rubbing over my clit. She licked up every drop, then put her head on my stomach as I calmed. I started to move to give her the same pleasure but she stopped me. "Save it for later, baby," she said. I started to complain, but she put her finger to my lips and kissed me. We spent most of that day cleaning the house and especially my room so that Mom could relax some the next day. The rest of the time, we cuddled and snuggled into each other, not talking a lot, as we tried to prepare ourselves mentally for the way things would have to be after the weekend. "I'm going to spend every minute I can with you,' she promised. "once I get my schedule from the hospital, we can plan some things together. I can study with you and if we're careful, we can still make love several times a week." "I know," I said, "but it won't be the same." "Of course not, but we can do it, honey. We just have to adjust." She got up and went to her bag and came back with the pink tornado and the blue anal probe. "They tried their best to take your place, but without your touch, it just wasn't the same." She lay back on the bed and pulled her legs up over her chest. It is a position that I love because of the way it exposes both pussy and anus so well. I kissed, licked and nibbled her until she begged for more and pushed the vibe into her. It has one of the most vigorous vibrating actions I'd ever seen while it twisted and turned inside of her. "Oh god," she cried, "I need the blue one. Hurry honey. In my ass. Please." I sucked on the blue probe to moisten it and pushed it into her to begin slow strokes that matched the strokes of the vibrator going in and out of her pussy. She sank her teeth into her own calf as she started to come, but had to throw her arms out to dig her fingers into the bedding, dropping her legs down to dig her heels into my ass as she came. I'd never seen her come that hard and I'd never seen that much come pouring from her pussy. It was all I could do to keep up with it, but I did. We lay in afterglow for almost an hour but had to shower and clean up before Mom came home. Jenni was staying over for dinner at the Roadhouse Steak House so we put on some jeans and shirts and were ready when she came home. The steaks were perfect and the mood was cheerful that night but it got even better. "Jennifer," Mom said, "Can you stay over tonight?" "Holy shit, did you just say what I think you said," I asked. "You did," she said, "but I didn't appreciate the way you started it. You need to watch your language." "I'm sorry, Mom. You just caught me with my brain spinning." "I can, Mary," Jenni said, "but I didn't bring any clothes to stay over." "We can pick you up some jeans and a shirt," she said, "and since my darling daughter seldom wears panties any more, I'm sure she can spare some if you wish. I'm sure we won't be offended if you don't wear a bra." "Mom, what's going on?" I asked. "Why the sudden change in attitude?" "I need some help tomorrow," she said. "I want the guest room completely cleaned and the linens washed." "We can do that," Jenni said. "What's the occasion, Mom?" I asked. "No one has used that room in months." "Well, she said," If Jennifer is going to be living with us, we need to be able to at least pretend that she's not sl**ping with you."