I have seen pussy on the internet,but never one for real.I have seen my mothers tits,but never touched them.

I walk back into the bedroom and take my place between my Mother and Aunt. My Mother's back is to me,but my Aunt's tits are in my face. I move my hand to touch one its soft,I now touch the nipple its firm. Oh how I want to suck it. I slowly open my mouth and put the nipple in it. My Aunt's tits are bigger than my Moms.As I suck on it I can feel my prick start to get hard.

I believed my Aunt was asleep then I heard her speak very softly" you will have to go down further than that if you want me to enjoy it."I slowly ran my hand down her body and felt her hairy pussy. She started pushing me down toward it,I guess she wanted me to eat her cunt. My Mom had not moved so I put my face in my Aunt's hair and started to lick. She knew where I should be so she moved my head into her crack I keep licking. She reached down and spread the outer lips of the cunt and when I stuck my tongue in her she was producing juice of her own. She closed her legs around my head and pumped her pussy into my face. There was a lot of juice flowing out of her now I sucked and swallowed some of it. She keep up the pace of fucking my face while I licked the cunt. Finaly she stopped and laid still.

I got up and went to the bathroom I washed the pussy juice off my face. My prick was as hard as a rock and I was going to jerk-off,but I went back in to the bedroom instead.

 With the light from the hall I could see my Aunt with her head between my Mom's legs. Mom's legs were pulled up to her ass and my Aunt was eating that pussy just as I had eaten her.

I walked to the side of the bed with my hard-on in my hand,I would have like to stick it in my Mom's mouth as it was wide open and eyes were closed. My Aunt reached over and grabbed my cock and moved me up on the bed behind her. She pulled my cock between her legs and then guided it into her waiting cunt. Her cunt was real wet and big it had no trouble taking my cock inside her. My cock is about 6 inches long.but I think her cunt could take one a foot long. I was getting my first fuck I never believed it would be my Aunt. She keep eating my Mom while I fucked her from behind.

The silence was broken when my Mother said'' Suck my cunt hard I'm cumming,i'm cumming. Her ass was bucking just like Aunties had when she came it my face. My prick was starting to shot it's load into my Aunt's cunt at the same time. I slumped over my Aunt's back as my cock shot its last drop of juice.

My Aunt fell to the side so that my Mom wouldn't see me. She said " Joan,roll over and go to sleep that should have helped you."

She turned to me and said "did you like that, did you get rid of all your cum in my pussy? With out waiting for an answer she took my prick in her mouth and sucked it clean. I fell asleep instantly...........Want more???Wait until morning.....

  Well things went ok for the first couple weeks, then I noticed Rachel doing shit that drew my attention to her big ass like a damn fly to a bar-b-que! For example: The way she runs around the damn house most of the time wearing only this short little flimsy ass purple night shirt and no bra, hell the hem of it just does come down past her big ass cheek’s about 4 inches or less! My old lady never said a word to Rachel about the way she dresses around there, so neither did I hell why fuck with a good thing. Rachel’s got a great looking set of tits, but she’s got the darkest brown set of areola’s and nipples I’ve ever seen on a fuckin white bitch! Her tits are 44-DDD’s just like her sister’s, but Rachel has wider nipples, and wider, darker areola’s her tits are much tighter than Wanda’s are and Rachel’s nipples always stay hard. Now Wanda and Rachel are both hell I just love big women, and that may be one of the things that set this all into motion with me and her.

    **Well early one morning about 8;00am I was downstairs in our part of the house watching tv when I noticed Rachel walking by my doorway upstairs. I guess to see if I was looking up there at her, when she walked back by the door a few seconds later she had her right arm up under the back of her night gown like she was scratching the other side of her back up real damn high.

With her night shirt pulled up like that I could see she was naked underneath it. I could see both of Rachel’s big white ass cheek’s as she slowly walked over to the love seat and leaned over the back of it facing away from me while acting like she was scratching her back and talking on her cell phone to god only knows who! She just stood there facing away from me talking on the phone, but acting like she didn’t realize what she was doing right there in front of me with that damn nite shirt all the way up over her ass cheek’s like she had it, and when she quit scratching her back she didn’t even try to fix her gown back, she knew what she was doing. I watched her for a few more minutes, then I quietly walked over to the door and eased up the steps behind her. I know she heard the step’s creeking, but she acted as if she didn’t. I walked right up behind her and waited for her to hang up the phone. Then I said, Rachel come up stairs with me for a minute I want to see what you want to do about something.

She turned around like I’d scared her half to damn death. She said, damn Bud you nearly made me piss on myself! Where did you want me to go? I said, to your bedroom since we’ll be the only ones up there. I need to tell you something, but nobody else needs to hear it. She never even batted an eye saying oh, ok. She smiled then walked past me and up the steps and into her bedroom.

I followed right behind her watching that wide ass swish from side to side with her every step, we turned at the top of the stairs and went into her bedroom, I closed and locked the door behind us. She just stood there beside her bed looking at me kind of puzzled then she said, what did you want to tell me?

   First i said, take your nite gown off where I can see everything you’ve been trying so fucking hard to show me over the past few weeks with all the flashing, bending over, and shit you been doing when you knew I was the only one looking at you. She suddenly got that deer caught in the headlight look on her face, her mouth dropped wide open, her face shot to blood red then she said, ..... huh....?  I said, come on Rachel God Damn you heard me! Take your nite gown off where I can check out that big fine ass lookin body of your’s. She just had her fat ass put on the spot by me like never before in her damn life, and she was in shock as to how strait to the point and bold I was! I just had to take one step towards her and she reached down pulled her gown up, took it off then threw it on the bed beside her.

  I looked at her big naked body for a few seconds and said, Oh hell yea bitch God Damn I like a woman with big tits and you damn sure got a hell of a set for me to play with! They’re fucking huge, damn you got some dark brown nipples and areola’s how in the hell did they get so damn dark Rachel? She nervously said, umm... well before I got knocked up the first time at 16 they were light pink all over, but when I breast fed they got dark and just stayed dark. I smiled and said yea they look good too. She blew out a breath of air, saying damn it that shit wasn’t funny, I really thought you were turned off by the dark color of them! I laughed at her while I was thinking to myself, “Damn I can’t believe how easy she took off her gown, I didn’t even have to work for it, hell lets see just what I can make this big bitch do and how far she’s willing to really go for me!”

I walked up closer to her about 6 inches away from her and said, what the hell are you so damn nervous for? She said, well my sister and your old lady is asleep in the damn room right below us downstairs for one thing. And what else I asked? She said, hell I’ve never had a man just come right out and tell me to take off my damn clothes where they could look at my naked body like you did a minute ago, and without even thinking I just did it for some damn reason! I’m not comfortable being naked in front of anybody especially with the lights on. I said, aw shit girl you gona have to get over that shy bullshit. All women should be proud of their bodies, especially when that fuckin body looks as God Damn good as your’s does! A big ass smile came across her face and I knew right then she was gona be perfect for what I was planning for her to do after I was finished with her.

  I took her by the hand and said, sit down here on the side of your bed where we can talk about a few things first. Well she wasn’t expecting me to say anything about talking and it took her a second to process what I really said then she sat down on the bed. I just stood there in front of her, she was still red in her face and I wanted her to feel more comfortable where she wouldn’t be shy about being naked like I have her right now. I reached back and pulled a chair up and sat down facing her right between her knees. She was doing her best to keep from looking me in the eye, so I said Rachel I want you to look up and tell me what you really want. She laughed saying, well fuck I don’t know, ummm.... I guess just whatever you want to do, ya know....ummm... just uh.... fool around with me and shit....

She kept giggling and blushing even more now. I sat there for a few seconds then I said, you’ve never had a man ask you that before I can tell from your answer. She said, you’re right I never have. While looking down at the floor she said, what uh... do you wana do with me? I said, well right now I want to get you out of this shyness you got so damn bad! Hell Rachel you’ve got a great looking body and you look a hell of a lot hotter now that I’ve got you completely naked! We both giggled at that, and she said come on now be fuckin serious don’t bullshit me. Do you really think I look good? I looked around her bedroom then said, get up and come over here. I walked her over to her floor length wall mirror and as I stood behind her I had her watch as I pointed out several of her fine assets paying close attention to her huge tits. I held each one lifting them up like I was weighing them and telling her how men like me love women with large breasts like hers and how I would spend hours just massaging and fondling them not to mention all the long sessions of sucking and nibbling on those big nipples of hers, and before she realized it I had her holding her tits and playing with her nipples for me while I stood there and watched her in the mirror. After about 5 minutes I reached up and pulled her hands away from her tits and said, ok Rachel stop playing with your tits, go back over and sit on the bed where I can talk to you. She went and sat down and I sat in the chair in front of her. I said, now you see how easy that was for you to play with your tits while I stood there and watched you? She said, yea I guess so. I said, come on now I know you got a few things you want to either ask or tell me so spit it out....

She said, well I really do want to know the truth about something Wanda told me about you when yall first got together and hasn’t stopped bragging about yet. I said, well ask me. She smiled, turned red faced again, then said giggling well Wanda told me that your ummm... cock is sort of huge, is it really? I said smiling, damn yall two just tell each other everything don’t cha? She laughed and nodded. I said, well I’ll let you decide for yourself later. She said, aw shit come on Bud just tell me. I said, good things come to those who wait, hell you’ll see for yourself in a little bit be patient. She said, aw hell ok with a look of dissapointment on her face.

I leaned forward and pulled her towards me and pressed my open mouth over hers, as I did her mouth opened up and I shoved my tongue in between her lips and found her tongue we kissed deeply for several minutes before I broke the kiss. When she opened her eyes I said, does it still bother you being naked like you are sitting there in front of me? She smiled and said, well no not really. I feel kind of safe with you I guess. I said, good cause you really have got one hell of a good looking body and I want you to start showing off a hell of a lot more of it. I reached up and cupped my hands under each of her huge tits picked them up and squeezed while I kept talking to her. I could tell she liked having them played with rough like I was doing, so I got her aroused real damn good then dropped this question on her. I said, Rachel where’s that new digital camera you just bought? She said, in my top dresser drawer, why? I said, after while I’m gona have you do some posing for me while I take some picture’s of you. She swallowed hard as hell when she heard me say that I was gona take picture’s of her.... But I just kept right on fondling her tits like it was just the most natural thing in the world that I was going to have her doing for me later. She was really getting into the way I was handling her tits and a few minutes later she started moaning louder and I knew she was getting ready to cum pretty soon. She opened her eyes looked at me with that damn puzzled look on her face and said, God Damn it Bud you’re fixen to make me cum just playing with my damn tits, nobody has ever made me cum like that before! I said, well just relax and enjoy it. Let your body take over and show me just how damn good you can cum for me. I felt her body shudder several times and then she started to tense up all over then her back arched up a little. She started to say, “oh baby here it...”....

I interupted her saying, ok come on bitch I feel it building up inside you. I want you to fucking cum as God Damn hard as you can for me bitch! I used my elbows to push on her inner thighs as I said, come on bitch spread these big beautiful legs open as wide as you can for me now. I’m gona watch your little pussy while you cum. She opened them up and no sooner than she got them spread apart, it hit her and she climaxed hard as fucking hell actually squirting juices out of her damn pussy! But she didn’t stop with just the one orgasm, she actually had 2 more smaller orgasm’s back to back after that massive first one! When her body finally calmed down she almost collapsed into my arms. I smiled and said, God Damn bitch that was tough as hell that damn set of orgasm’s impressed the fuckin shit out of me! She smiled big as hell looking up at me and said, well I just did like you said and tried to impress you, I guess I did, huh?

“I just kept on laying all these bullshit compliments on her dumb ass hot and heavy and she was eating it the fuck up, a lot more than I thought she would and I knew that was the way to get her to do any damn thing I wanted her to do.”

  I stood up and with my hand I raised her face up to face mine then I said, I want you to slide back up in the middle of the bed for me right now ok. She gladly did as I asked. I said, ok that’s good right there, now spread them big beautiful legs open real wide for me bitch. I want to check out that pretty little pussy of yours. Her face was turning red as she quickly opened her legs up as damn wide as she could for me with this big ass smile on her face. I smiled back at her and said, there ya go babygirl does it feel good exposing yourself to me like this? She smiled and turned even redder as she nodded yes to me, and said it really does feel good for some strange reason, and you seem to enjoy calling me a bitch which i kind of like hearing too. I laughed and said, shit bitch looks to me like you got over that fuckin shyness. She said, well I just feel comfortable doing this for you, hell Bud you’ve made me feel so much better about myself with the things you’ve said to me. I said, hell you should feel damn good with a fine ass body like the one you got Rachel any man would be proud to have a woman like you in his bed every night to fuck! Oh hell I could see that one really got to her just from her reaction. I leaned over and pushed her thick pussy lips apart real wide. When I opened her fat pussy up I said loud enough where she could hear me, “Oh hell fuckin yea bitch you really have got one hell of a pretty little pussy, look how wet and pink it is all up inside here and I was right about your clit too. I had a feeling it would be big.

Hell I knew how that statement effected her as I watched her pussy contract inside and more of her pussy juice leaked out, and I said oh hell yea bitch tighten that big pussy up for me again like you just did I want to watch it contract a few more times. She responded exactly the way I told her to, she started forcing her pussy to close tighter and tighter each time she clamped down another gush of her pussy fluid would squirt out of her. I never stopped telling her how damn sexy she looked laying there naked on her bed with her legs spread wide open and making her pussy contract for me the way she was doing.

   I released her cunt lips and stood up, I said keep doing exactly what you’re doing now bitch I’m gona get your camera hell I got to take some pictures of your God Damn big pussy while you’re showing it off like your doing for me right now cause after while when we’re done I want you to see exactly what I’m seeing you ain’t gona believe how fucking erotic you look doing that. She smiled and said ok baby. “I thought to myself, you belong to me now you stupid fat ass bitch.”...

I got her camera and with the 1gig memory card she had in it I could take all the pics of her I wanted to, it had enough space for over 2000 pics on it. I quickly started taking pics of her and it seemed like the more the camera flashed the more she wanted me to take of her and she showed it in her actions too. She had a smile on her face and pure lust in her eyes like I’d never seen in them before and I just let her do all the work for me she wanted to show off and I let her. After taking over 100 pics of only her big fat pussy, including extremely good close up shots and some were well up inside her pussy hole the way I was holding it open it allowed her hole to open up a good bit where I could get the pics up inside of her pussy.

I stood up and started taking pics of every other damn part of her naked body including her face as much as I could in most of them which I had promised her I wouldn’t do. I said, hay bitch since you’re just holding your knees, I want you to use your hands up here on your tits while I take some photos of them. She said, ok baby what do you want me to do to my tits as her hands reached them? I said,  pinch your nipples up tight and pull out on them like you are trying to stretch them I want to see how far they will stretch before we do anything else. She started to turn her attention to her tits and that’s when I said, wait a fuckin minute bitch I still want you to keep making your pussy contract don’t stop! She smiled and said, ok. I said, just keep your concentration on the muscles inside your pussy and I’ll make your hands do what I want them to do to your tits. She said, ok cause it really does take a lot of my attention to make the muscles inside my pussy do what you want them to do over and over again cause I ain’t ever had a reason to do anything like this before, hell no other man has ever paid this much fuckin attention to my body like you are doing and I’m enjoying every damn bit of it too believe me baby.

  I said, hell I knew you were having fun bitch. I saw just how much you were enjoying it when I was looking up inside your pussy and taking the pics a few minutes ago and watched that river of your pussy fluids running out and down between your ass cheeks then across your puckered up little asshole finally forming a big puddle under your ass cheeks on the mattress!

She laughed saying, damn you just say whatever you are thinking don’t you, I mean nothing seems to embarrass or phase you. I said, since you said that let me ask you this, are you having fun right now? She said, hell fuckin yea I am! I said, do you feel any embarassment now like you felt when we first started doing this? She said, no I really don’t hell I’m actually feeling kind of naughty for doing it with you watching me if ya want to know the truth, and I like feeling this way too. I said, good. I thought for a few seconds then said, wait a minute I’m going to wait till this afternoon to take the pics of your tits that I want you to help me with so don’t worry about that right now, just keep working that pussy real hard for me. She looked up at me with a concerned look on her face and asked, did I do something wrong? I said, hell no I just decided to try something else with you this time cause I can take pictures of you whenever I want to. She smiled and said, ok with a big smile and a wink. I stood at the foot of the bed watching her for a few minutes then I said, you really are enjoying the hell out of this ain’t you bitch? She giggled and said, you damn well know I am especially with the view you got from down there between my legs.

I said, God Damn bitch I can’t wait for you to see these picture’s of you, cause standing here watching you it’s just fucking unbelieveable how erotic you look, and from the looks of things you seem to be enjoying yourself and that’s exactly what I wanted you to experience the first time we hooked up. She laughed saying, yea I was starting to wonder if this day was ever gona happen, hell I was beginning to think you weren’t interested in me, but I see now that you definatly were interested. We both laughed for a few seconds, then I said look I’m gona go back down stairs before your dumb ass sister wakes up. But when she leaves for work after while come downstairs cause I want to show you these pictures I took. I’m gona download them to my computer so I can get a better look at them.

  She looked over at her clock and said, “holy fuckin shit” I can’t believe we been doin this for almost 2 damn hours, hell she’s probably already up looking for you! I said, don’t worry about that now listen when you come downstairs later just wear that little pink robe and nothin else. She smiled real big as i left her room.

   To be continued......................

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I mean, I have a good life. After husband and children were off to work and school, I had a whole day to myself-my duties, that is. Picking-up (the one things husbands and children were brain-dead about) and washing/ironing and cleaning and dishes and dinner-plans and that, without clever planning, took the whole day, day after day after day. But I needed the detached reflection a diary might give and it might be entertaining. Where to begin...

Day One: Dear Diary-

Again... Dear Diary- I'm Marvene; I'm 36 years old; I'm an ordinary hard-working and much bored housewife in the usual housewife rut and with your help, maybe I can get out of the humdrum and have a little excitement telling you of my days and my story to this date even though I'm not that old and from day to day when something happens.

This one was like the other days. About a pat on my butt and an observation as husband left the family nest for another day which he surely thought was dull; but he was out driving to the office and selecting a place for lunch. Even if he went to the same place he COULD go somewhere else anytime he wanted or take a bag lunch-yuck. But I mean he had lots of choices. I didn't.

And he could go somewhere after work if he wanted and blame it on a traffic janL..I didn't know if he did but he COULD. And what could I do, in home, cleaning, washing and the rest. Those were the choices for me-An American Housewife!

I looked into our back yard. The dog was resting under the tree. Smart to stay in the shade and while I was sweating inside already so I took off my housecoat. There was no one around to see anyway. We American Housewives tend to relax a little in our domain and to get creative. After all-housewife-wife to the house-married to the house is more like it ... if we weren't innovative what were we.

Today, Diary-

I went to my room and got ready for my shower. The water was good and cooled me down but when I got out I was like radiating all over from the water. I put on my light dress and went back to my magazine and the end of the exercise video-bend down, touch your toes-I tried it and it made the backs of my legs sore but I touched my toes. The dog was watching and stopped licking as I went up and down, giving him a free show up naked my legs and bottom.

Funny, dog,s eyes. I don't know if they see things but they look like they do. He licked his lips as he watched and I felt funny and stopped and sat on the couch with my magazine. It was a story about a secretary that I was reading. She was a non-housewife-type of girl and thought she was a hot thing. I used to think of myself as hot and then got married.

I read the story and started fantasizing about the girl in the story, which is what we readers are supposed to do but the story was doing it to me and I finally put it down feeling funny reading it and getting hot about some fiction of a girl at the office crossing her legs and

making the guy look at her from across the room and checking her legs and the crack between and he came over and said something to her that made her blush. Then I started to blush but it was from my imagination and my hands feeling along my dress.

The guy in the story met the secretary after work and they had a drink across the street and she said she had a crush on him and he felt uneasy because he was married but wanted her-on him and she wanted him-in her and the drinks took away their resistance. They arranged to meet later and set up a fake doctor's appointment on the same days and went to a hotel ... and .. well... you know the rest, diary. That's where the story ended but it left me up in the air and feeling my dress.

 

I raised my dress and felt all over my naked legs. I went into my bedroom and found my vibrator, in the bottom drawer, at the back and under the sheets where no one but me would look and went back to the couch. The dog was watching me, licking himself with his long, long tongue.

I laid my head back and continued feeling over my legs and my crack and dipped a figure inside, just checking, diary, but I knew what I would find. It felt good there and I had all day if I wanted to wait that long which I didn't! It was quiet, except for the TV and I switched it to Mute and listened to some birds in the garden and felt myself all over and back and forth. I was being patient. I knew what I was doing and opened my eyes to watch the dog, with eager eyes, looking at me and he seemed curious as to my movements, which were getting faster and making me start to twitch. This is when I started to hope there would be no interruptions and no telephone ringing and that I could just feel and bring myself to the edge.

Day/Night 2 Diary!:Ilm

His name was Barry and he and his wife were our own age and had been to our house for barbecues several times and we had visited them also. We were friends but not close and I had fantasized about him because he seemed so strong. When he handed me the saw I noticed for the first time how big were his hands and started thinking about that old wife's tale-you know about the large size of a man's dick if he had large hands. It made me go wet all of a sudden and I had to sit down and say: @Help yourself."

I knew my face was even redder than it had been. @It's hot outside." I was making light conversation but I felt very vulnerable with him standing there at the refrigerator, his back turned, and I could watch him move without getting caught. But he caught me looking and smiled. @It's hotter in here than it is outside." It was a tone of voice he had that made me wonder if he guessed what I was feeling and then we walked into the living room.

Now I was mortified. There on our couch was my vibrator and it was plugged in, too! Maybe he wouldn't notice but of course, he did notice and smiled at me with a knowing look and sat on the couch. I sat so the vibrator was at least on the other side of me from where he sat.

@My wife thinks that's the greatest invention of all time-better than a hair dryer!" I didn't-couldn't-say anything. 'Is that why your cheeks are red? Now I know what housewives do in the morning while we men are at work." He wasn't being mean, and said it in a light tone.

'Well, now you know,' I said, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Can I watch you use it?" ..."I think I'd better get dressed and do my shopping as soon as you're finished with your drink.' He took me by the wrist, '6Can't shopping wait for a minute?" I just sat there. *Come on, I won't do anything, just watch. I've always wondered if you were as hot as you look. My wife and I even talked about how pretty you are. She thinks you have a great figure. But you know what they say-good on the looks and cool inside.' He reached across me and grabbed the vibrator. "My wife likes it when I watch her use it and she wouldn't mind at all. She would probably even be jealous if she knewwhich she won't." I felt strange with this good-looking man holding my wrist and holding my vibrator and then he turned it on and I thought, dear diary, '6Why not? But just for a minute and then he would have to leave."

I took hold of it. "Let me switch it on for you." It began to hum and I could feel the sound, if that's possible, all through me. I was still hot and getting

hotter, just with the thought of what was happening at that moment. I lifted my dress and put it underneath so he could hear it and see my movements but couldn't actually see me. That was as much as I was willing to do and just for a minute or two but then he kissed me and I put it right between my legs and spread them a little so it was on me and intense and I couldn't help myself and kissed him back and felt him lifting my dress to my waist and he could see I was naked and maybe even see I was really wet and I let myself go and enjoyed it. I was so embarrassed and that made me even more hot and then he put his hands on me and spread me open all the time he was kissing me and I was kissing back in earnest and then I couldn't even kiss him and was breathing air into my mouth. I was some other place, in outer space and climbing my mountain and my hips lifted to that vibrator and I felt his hand go under me and his skin was warm on mine and I was so hot, hot!

He played with me and whispered in my ear how wet I was and he liked that a lot and I was limp and resting and cool between my legs and just lying there. He didn't try anything else but I wanted to see and feel his cock in my hands and inside me and was afraid to say anything. I just couldn't. I was exhausted and how could I look at his wife at our next barbecue. I just laid there with my eyes closed, naked from the waist down and relaxed, very relaxed and noticed how quiet it was when he kissed me and quietly closed the door on his way out.

So now you know why I missed writing the rest of the story until just now and it made me hot just telling you what happened. So I'll close for now and will write again soon, about less exciting things probably, but you never know.

Diary 3:

 

I had gotten mine when my shoulders were very sore and at the same time I was in the appliance section of our department store. The pictures on the box showed a woman using it on her back and so I got it. It was cheap. One of the best buys in my life! When I got it home, I put it on my back and shoulders and it was relaxing but not any more than a hot shower. It laid in the drawer for more than a year when one of my magazine stories had a character who was laughing about vibrators when the other character in the story mentioned them as being as good as a man but you didn't have to wash and cook for it. It got me to thinking.

Of course, I'd heard giggles about '6sex toys" but that was girl giggles and nonsense. Then the story and the giggles I remembered and I said to myself-when I have a private moment I might just give it a try.

Then I got busy on a school project for my daughter-we were building a kind of toy box for the kindergarten kids at a day care center and we were driving to get wood and nails and cutting the pieces and making a real toy box, painting it and it took all my spare time. That project was finished and I had more time to myself during the day.

I wanted to be sure to have some time alone and planned ahead, doing all my washing and cleaning on Monday, Tuesday was My day. The children and husband all out of the house, a little coffee and the early morning news and then I was in for a shower and my lightest housecoat. Back to the kitchen and even a glass of white wine, some music and a quiet mood. I sat and watched outside as a bird flew into the tree and our dog rested in the shade. I had another swallow and began to relax. I wondered if I was being silly, having time alone but I needed this. Finally, I got up and went into the closet-which is where I had tossed the vibrator. It wasn't until later that I felt like hiding it in the drawer.

It had different little knobs and I put on the simplest one, shaped like a thumb, and returned to the living room couch. I had another swallow of wine and started to feel mellow, laying my head back and stretching my legs. My housecoat fell open and I touched my thighs with both hands. They were cool and smooth and my hands made me tingle at my crotch. Maybe I'd just forget my new toy and feel myself and make myself come on my fingers like I always had. I was already a little wet and my finger slipped along my lips easily. I loosened my housecoat some

more and started that nice motion along my lips, fingers spreading, finger dipping and slipping and feeling myself up and I almost lost myself and stopped to have more wine and sat up. I had my plan and I was going to do it.

It's strange, Diary, but I felt guilty or naughty or something like, "I shouldn't be doing this. Doing what? It's my body and I'm just dealing with boredom. Right?" But I was afraid of getting caught. All of it made it more exciting, I guess but I hesitated before switching it on.

It felt good in my hand but I went right to work on myself. That thumb made my skin tingle wherever I put it along my thighs. I closed my eyes and listened to the humming and moved it up and down and all over and just enjoyed the sensations. I moved it through my hairs and along each side and down and back up. My body started responding on its own and I didn't really think what I was doing after awhile as it moved along the lines of my flesh, down one side and the other and then, between and along my lips. I put one hand holding myself open and

with the other worked myself. My feelings told it where to stop but I took it away in a didn't want this to be over quickly, slowly, playing, in hand down to pull the vibrator over move and, eventually few seconds. I

week for this time and wanted it to last but then I put it back there where I wanted, needed, it, to...... beeee. And, Oh! Was it wonderful right there. It made my hips move and I could feel my lips embrace the thumb and quiver and respond. I knew I was really, really wet and it felt so good, like nothing I had ever felt. Then I had to rest and turned it off and lay there breathing hard, my head light with the wine and how intense I had felt.

Diary 4:

This was a day for my reawakening. I felt better about myself in some way because of my experience. I'd never do anything like that but it happened and opened my feelings about myself. Up to that time I was a homebody, a housewife doing house things-washing, cleaning, cooking, and things like that and I was definitely loyal to my family and my husband; had missionary style sex, in bed, at night, at the appointed hour, didn't give blow-jobs, didn't play golf, didn't watch sports. I was about as ordinary a bored housewife as there was. So by accident Barry had

opened me up-in a way taken away another layer of virginity and I felt a new sense of freedom or abandon; I felt empowered to act against boredom with my mind and body. I still went quickly back inside when I got a glimpse of Barry but determined to be out.

I was wearing my new dress, with a bright blue and yellow pattern; with my hair up and my gold neck chain. I looked cool, or so I thought. I walked to our market to do a little shopping and just get out for the first time since my 'visitor.' I felt self-conscious even days later and one or two men seemed to look at me at the market. Goodlooking men with good hands! I leaned over to pick some vegetables from the back and could see they were looking at my legs-one of best features. My dress was a length where inquiring eyes got a good idea of my shape when I leaned out. I didn't wear stockings-not for a trip to the market in mid-day and only thin cotton panties meant they could enjoy the body movement in each of my steps as I went further down the aisle.

 

I wasn't feeling housewife-ish just then and more the "wanton woman" but I felt a sense of release from boredom and I liked that. That was what it was all about at least for a few hours of the day before I returned to my usual duties. I wondered what would be the next bit of exploration for my liberation.

Dear Diary-

'I thought a lot about knocking but couldn't help it.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well don't stand out there in the sun," I said. He came in. 'Would you like something ... to drink, I mean." We both laughed. I mean, I think I knew what he wanted but couldn't say and he felt exactly the same: ME, MY BODY AND ME! Or was it HIM, HIS BODY AND HIM? I got him a beer and poured myself some wine. No one would be home for hours, yet. I had the air-conditioning on and it was cool inside. The sound of the air-conditioner shut out the other noises from the street and made it private for us for whatever we wanted to make of privacy.

"You know I've been married over five years. We have a good marriage." I nodded. "But not exciting ... I mean...we love each other an all but it's a kiss at the door and

smile at dinner and a hug in bed and sleep and then we're off to work and another kiss, smile and hug. Not exciting but happy."

I nodded: "Me, too." We sipped our drinks and walked into the living room. (the vibrator was gone, of course, but its memory lingered in both our minds) 'Nothing happened, right?" I think that was true so why did his saying that make me hot? I guess I'd been hot, off and on, for no particular reason, almost all the time since that day.

" I love my husband, too," I said, "He's good to me but we do the same kiss, smile and hug, a lot."

'Have you had a nice day? It's been hot and business is slow so I took the afternoon off but I had something else in mind, obviously. I don't have to be home for

hours."

"Can I fix you a sandwich?" I went into the kitchen to cool off. He followed me and I got out some bread and cheeses and handed Barry another beer. I shouldn't have. I should have asked him to leave. I should have not let him in the first place. I shouldn't but I did and he came up from behind and hugged me and I leaned against him and he pressed his hands around my front and I spread my legs as he cupped his fingers into me. I was wet and I knew he felt it. I held on to the counter as he pulled me back, lifting my dress and pulling off my panties. Maybe it was the wine, maybe I had thought about this and imagined it and didn't know how I would react and I just let him, let him make me naked, let him feel me all over and let him put his finger inside me and then two fingers and I leaned over as he pulled out and I heard his zipper and felt his flesh against me.

I reached under and felt his long cock and balls and stroked him to my lips, just parting them. Holding the kitchen counter, I waited, it seemed a long wait, I was very hot and my lips were around the tip of him. He slid into me easily and very deeply. Then I could feel his balls pressing against me and I lifted myself on him as he hit against me, again and then again and I was lost in my own kitchen with the air-conditioning fan and the quiet of his thrusting and bringing me against his long cock until my knees went weak and he held me up, my weak legs held around his thighs as he pressed me against the counter and I felt I was completely naked, open and filled with him and wet down my thighs and breathless as his movements slowed and I knew he had come, too, and was slowing and cooling and slipping out of me. He kissed my neck and smiled and hugged. This was different, this was exciting. Beautiful the way our bodies were in unison of movement and coming together with more hugs and

kisses and breathings and then, he was gone and I had to hurry and clean up and get rid of the beer cans and drink the wine I had left in the glass.

And I had to go sit on the couch and wonder what further liberations were in store for me. I felt ready for the next episode and turned on the TV to cool down, picked up that old magazine and looked at some of the other stories. If they only knew of my story! It was too hot to read the mag. My dog sat there, licking and looking at me. He seemed to know. I sat and just turned the pages and cooled off.

school nurse. Not to mention the "loads and loads of homework" which meant to their rooms and time for me to start dinner, which I did, still in a glow from my 'dull' day.

'Hi! Honey!" and a smile, kiss and hug and back to the salad makings. Then dinner and 'How was work?" 'Okay" and 'How was your day?" 'Okay..." and then television and bed and a smile/hug/kiss and I lay there thinking, dreaming, getting a little wet and turning over so I would not get an errant squeeze and questions ... How would I explain that? I blushed under the sheets and got more wet and a little scared from my exciting day. I decided to put a stop to it. It was wrong. I should be a 'good little housewife" but I felt very naughty and excited. You know, diary. Maybe there were more diaries before therapy was popular. A diary was an understanding friend; and would never tell the secrets but I got hot even just writing to my diary.

To be honest, Barry's cock was very hard and long and made me come extra good. Knowing it was wrong and a secret made me come even more intensely. And I wanted him again. So much for my promises but I had to wait. Maybe he wouldn't visit me when I was alone and I'd have to settle for having my dreams. I heard my husband, next to me, in his deep, 'I'm asleep" breathing and put my hands down to feel myself. I wanted to come again right there with him asleep beside me but I didn't dare!

Next morning when I awoke, my hands were still holding myself, and what dreams I had, of many things and boys and girls and ... I better not say what else. I had to get up and help everyone else off to their day and I couldn't put off vacuuming another day so they were off-smiling, kissing, hugging, and I was doing my obedient housewifery things.

There weren't that many clothes, ironing and dishes and I finished early and took a nap. I needed a rest what with all my nocturnal dreaming which had tired me out. The pillow felt soft and I was soon drifting off. I couldn't keep him out of mind, Barry, and couldn't keep my hands away from myself and then my fingers were at work again.

I saw us, in the kitchen, like it wasn't me. It was me as a third person and watching. And I watched as he put his arms at my waist, lifted my dress, felt all my wet flesh...

And then, I remembered, it was a long time ago when I didn't understand things as well. I had been on my way home from school and full of the usual stories, waiting to tell of the vice-principal and the school nurse and that sort of thing when one of the boys, Steve, came up and started walking along with me. He asked if was going to the school dance and asked me to go with him. It wasn't my first date, that was too scary to enjoy with all the fussing at home and the new dress and shoes and not knowing what to say on a date and whether he would try to kiss mehe did but I didn't kiss back.

This would be the first real dance where I felt comfortable except, until he asked, I had no one to go with. So now I was going, with him, and he was cute and I was looking forward to this one. He asked if we could walk down by the river bank near our home so I went with him. He said we should get to know each other a little before the dance and then we could enjoy it more-it seemed okay to me at the time.

We walked through some of the bushes and bent down to get under some of the brush to where the water came up close to where we were walking. 'Let's sit down for a little." I did. I was a warm day and we both wore lightweight clothing. Steve took hold of my hand when we sat down. 'I've been wanting to ask you to the dance for a long time but I was afraid you would say 'No.' I'm glad someone else didn't ask because you're the cutest girl in class." I wondered if I should believe him but it seemed okay. I was cute and had a pretty body that was filling

out as nice as some of the girls and better than most. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

We sat on the grass by the bank and listened to the trees rustling in the wind. @How many dances have you been to?" he asked. "Last year I went to my first dance and this is the second. I was real nervous the first time. I didn't know what I should wear and what he would do. I mean I went with David." 'I know Dave. He's okay."

'I like him but not that way, I mean, well you know."

Steve nodded and leaned back on the grass, still holding my hand. I sort of felt like lying back with him but didn't. Then I did and looked up at the sky and the clouds. Steve said: 'Could you ever like me, that way?" said I didn't know. He said, *Would you try, at least until after we go to the dance." I looked at him and he smiled and gave me a hug. 'You're really nice." I blushed, I think, and he squeezed my hand and reached to kiss me. I pulled back. I wasn't ready for that and didn't know what would happen next but he held me to his face and kissed me. His lips were nice and I was wrong, I know, but I kissed him back and then he kissed me again and we kissed and kissed for a long time by the river bank and I couldn't hear any wind in the trees and could only feel his lips. He put his tongue in my mouth and I started to sit up but he pulled me back and then I opened my mouth to him. It felt crazy having his tongue slipping in my mouth and he licked my lips then and I felt my body start to tingle.

I put my tongue around his and he held me tight and I got scared and sat up and said 'I've got to go. I'll see you in school tomorrow." And straightened my hair and dress and bent over for my books and walked or almost ran home and went straight to my room when I got home. All my feelings were new to me and I felt uncomfortable and maybe wouldn't go to the dance with Steve. He might try something again. And, too, I felt cool between my legs and looked at myself and put my fingers there and was slippery wet. It felt good when I touched myself so I stopped and started doing my homework. I couldn't pay attention to my work but kept at it and finally got it done but the teacher said I must have been daydreaming and made me do it over!

But about the dance. I saw Steve at school the next day even I did try to avoid him a little and we came to face during lunch break. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it," he said. 'You kiss good." I just looked down and felt that feeling again. 'You want to eat together?' So we walked to one of the benches and had our

lunch. "You're not mad, are you?" "Just eat your lunch, Steve!" I said it in a tone of voice that let him know how I felt-if confused is the word for how I felt or maybe a little scared but excited, you know Diary. I didn't know what it was then but he was the first boy that made me feel excited when I was near him, or even thinking about him.

I'm glad I saw Steve the very next day even if I didn't look him in the face. I felt nervous around him but it was a good nervous. My Mom and I went shopping after school and I got a nice dress for the dance and shoes. So I was going after all. We got home and it was dinner and homework but I couldn't concentrate. All I saw was Steve and his mouth and lips and could almost feel his hands holding me and the warmth of his body and it was hard to do homework when all that was happening.

Then I took a shower and got in bed and looked at the ceiling for a long time and saw Steve and his face and body and hands holding me and his mouth on mine and licked inside my mouth and kind of pretended it was him and promised I wouldn't let him do that because I knew it was dirty and wrong and I was being bad to let him or want him and I wouldn't anymore. I promised myself do any of that again. I was too young and he was being forward and assuming a lot about me and he was very much wrong about me. I didn't want to be "that kind" of girl whether it was exciting or not.

I kept looking at the ceiling. My nightie was very silky and I started touching it and watching Steve. He was cute and his lips were soft on mine and I outlined the shape of my body under the nightie. I had a nice shape and it relaxed me, feeling over my skin. I closed my eyes but he was till there and I imagined he was naked.

I'd never seen a boy naked but I'd seen statues and knew what they looked like except this particular naked boy was Steve! and he was kissing me and making my body feel good. It was okay to do this in my own room. The door was closed and the light out and it was just a dream.

I reached out to him and he took a step and held me. His skin was against me and his hands were all over and lifting my clothing, feeling me and licking my lips. I felt my fingers on my skin and I was slippery again and it was exciting to touch and feel myself. I looked to be sure my door was shut and lifted my leg and put my finger inside and stroked my body and was very wet and turned on my side, leaving my hand there and went to sleep feeling very warm.

Well, Diary, I'm telling you more about what happened years ago to this American Housewife. I hope you don't

mind. I had some good times in school before I started being bored and dull and I like telling you so...

Finally we got to the day of the dance. I lost my appetite. Steve seemed so relaxed at school but all the other girls and I could talk about was getting ready for the dance and what we were all wearing and we decided we wouldn't get there on time, we would be nonchalant and arrive a little later. At least that's what we said. What we did, what I did, was different than planned. In fact, I almost didn't get to the dance at all!

Steve picked me up on time and there was all the fussing to get ready and to meet my parents and to say 'Don't be home too late.' And all that and then we were off. I could see he had washed his car and waxed it. I sat next to the door. He looked at me when he closed the door and smiled and got in and we drove off. "You don't want to get there when it starts, do you?" He was reading my mind. 'Come on, sit over here, next to me." I slid over and was right next to him. I could feel his warmth through my dress. Then he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. "I know a good place we can go and just sit in the car and talk and then we can go to the dance and be a little late." "Okay." I didn't know what was going to happen but it was a good idea to be a little late. It was like telling everyone we had been to lots and lots of dances and didn't need to be on time as there would be plenty of time at the dance even if we weren't the first ones there.

So Steve and I drove along and then we turned off and down a road and were beside the river again. Near where we had been before when he was putting his tongue in my mouth! Except this time we were in his car and kind of private.

Now was the time for me to remember my promise to myself. When I sat close to him it was hard to keep thinking my clean thoughts so I didn't sit as close as I might. But then he put his arm around me and it felt warm and I couldn't help but cuddle a little and feel good about being there and it was pretty, the river, the trees, the car, his arm and leg against me.

'I know we shouldn't but I like you and you're pretty." And I began to weaken. He kissed my neck and ear and breathed on me and turned my face to his. "I love you." I'd never heard anyone say that to me-not from a boy to me! Then he kissed me and I couldn't do anything about it and kissed him and then our tongues were touching and I felt I was getting slippery wet again and didn't know what to do and then sat up again and moved near my door. This was too much for me. The trouble was I liked it and liked him and liked the kissing and getting wet was wonderful and meant I was growing up with strong feelings. I bet the other girls didn't know anything

about feeling like that and I felt proud of myself even if I'd broken my promise so quickly and then he took my hand and I slid right back and we were kissing and kissing and he was breathing on me.

I realized I was breathing hard and my chest was heaving up and down and he kissed my neck and ears and tried to kiss outside my breasts and unbuttoned me and moved my breast to his mouth and all I could do was lean back and let him and enjoy it and worry about what he might do next and I let him feel both my breasts. His kissing was so good. He kissed my mouth and told me my nipples were hard. They were very sensitive and I didn't want him to stop but he had to stop and I pushed his face away and told him 'No." and said 'No' again and he kept kissing me just the same as I squirmed on the seat and then he pushed me down.

I really said 'No!" then but his hands were on me and were I was making them slippery and moving my bottom the more slippery I got. I lost track of where he was or his mouth or hands and pushed at his head with both his hands and felt his stiff cock on my hand and it was wet too and then ... he hurt ... bad but it was too late and it was my fault because I lifted myself up just as he plunged into me but it hurt and I grabbed him around the waist and pushed at him and held him and pushed him away and then just held and hoped he wouldn't leave me he was too deep inside to leave and it was hot and wet and good and I held him to me to try to get him to stop moving inside. It felt too good and I couldn't stand it anymore and had to rest a little.

I was sweating and hurting and feeling hot all at the same time and

We were late to the dance because we had to clean up and cool down and tell each other we were in love and all that. That was the dance I remember most. I don't remember dancing or much else except someone spiked the punch and that bowl was empty before anyone knew. I was sore for a few days and Steve and his family moved to Chicago the next month so we wrote and made promises we couldn't keep but I thought about him a lot for a long time until I met someone else. I had to pretend with him that I didn't know about things and all but we never got serious or into feelings and then were other boys, some who made me horny and some who had bad breath and some who were just fools. I never got to know Steve very well after that night and I wondered what might have happened to us if he hadn't moved.

 

For awhile, everyone I dated had to be compared to Steve and since he had been a surprise and beautiful the other guys weren't surprising even though a few were cute. It was the same old "You're beautiful" and then hands on your breasts and under your dress without any surprises at all and some were more exciting than others but there was Steve and whatever was in second or third place and then I went on a sexual fast. I was tired of all the boys wanting me for sex and I got serious in my studies and didn't go 'parking' anymore.

Maybe I needed a rest. I don't know. But I needed some perspective which I got but I sure felt horny in the meantime and would get wet just looking at some fine guy and when they looked back I had to keep my promises and get back to studying.

After I graduated it was different, looking for a job and meeting different people; listening to the girl talk and getting old enough to drink and go to bars where people hung around and told lies about each other. Mainly the guys told lies: About how pretty I was or I had a good figure when what they really meant was AI want to feel you and have sex"-not necessarily in that order.

It was the first time I really heard girls talk unendingly about themselves and their 'boyfriends" and even some about girlfriends. One or two of the girls admitting have sex with girls as well as with boys. It was amazing to me because I'd heard about it but not from soneone who had actually done it and I wondered if they were just lying to make themselves seem adventurous or important or to shock some of us.

I worked with one of the girls, Harriet, and she told some really wild stories one night so the next day I got brave. 'Harriet, some of things you told us last night were incredible. Were you just joking with us or what?' "I wasn't joking, Marvene, and I didn't believe what I had done either. Maybe I had too much to drink. But then the next day I realized how good it was so I saw her again and did it a second time. What do they say: Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Harriet and I talked a lot after that and became friends. She did most of the talking and I listened a lot. I invited her to my apartment for dinner one night and we had a bottle of wine and an Irish coffee and another one after that and all the time Harriet we telling me her 'sex chronicles,' including about the time she was with another girl, at her apartment, having dinner and wine and getting sexy with her in an accidental way and Harriet reached and took my hand and put it on her breast. I laughed. I was nervous ... and felt her breast. She lifted her sweater, no bra, and put my hand on her skin. I was still nervous but her breast was soft and her nipple was suddenly hard. "Kiss my nipple, Marvene," as she took my head and put it on her and I couldn't believe myself but I was kissing her breast and licking her nipple just like Steve had kissed mine. I knew how good it felt when done a certain way and that's what I did to Harriet as she stroked my hair and cuddled my ears, now, with both her hands and said how good it felt and I started to relax and get into it with a girl for the first time!

 

I was so surprised at myself and how making her nipple hard with my tongue was exciting me too. Then I wanted to tell her to stop feeling my ears and neck and was going to and started thinking that was the way Steve had licked my breasts and he must have enjoyed it, too, because I was enjoying it and it was a role reversal then with me being like a guy, the other side of the coin. And then I kissed her other breast after she removed her sweater and leaned back and held me too her and told me it felt good and y mouth was soft and I heard my words to Steve before the dance and I had said things like that and it made him lick me more like I was licking Harriet's breasts and feeling and holding them to my mouth and I didn't want her encouragement any longer and then she put my hand under her dress and up her legs and I could feel how wet she was and the I really wanted this and to make her come and have her under my control and make her squirm.

She was already squirming as I licked and slid down further and spread her legs completely open. "Kiss me there!" Which is what I wanted to do anyway and to taste a woman and lick her spend and feel it on my face and I found her clit which was hard and felt her hands on my face, spreading her lips open to my tongue. It didn't take long for Harriet to start moving her hips and get desperate and out of breath and she started telling me how good I was and how hot she was and clutched me to her and held tight and almost smothered me. When I came up for air she said: "That was good; that was the best!" And it made me feel good inside and then I realized I was very wet and hot too. It wasn't just Harriet so I was embarrassed at breathing hard. 'your face is red Marvene. Are you as hot as you look. Sit up here and let's see."

Then it was her turn to take charge. I couldn't even get my clothes off before she was under my dress with her hands and mouth and I guess I was coming so quick I couldn't believe it and she knew just where to touch and I saw Steve again and wished Harriet had a long stiff cock but this was the next best things and I smothered her what with wrapping my legs around her delicious tongue and face.

After that we just lay there and held each other. Later I made some coffee without liquor. We had had enough excitement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sat locked in my room for a week.  Camryn’s parents forbade me from even touching their lawn.  Her mother seamed more sympathetic to me, but her father, her father hated me.  I hated him.

He wanted Camryn to abort the child, kill our baby.

I stopped looking out my window.  The giant ‘For Sale’ sign in their front yard taunted me.  I was never going to see Camryn again.  Never.  Her fucking father was going to kill our baby.  When Corey woke up, I would never be able to great her, hug her, hold her.  If she woke up.

The only thing keeping me sane was my own parents.  They knew me, they understood what I was going through; I think.  They brought my meals to my room.  They let me be alone.  They didn’t try mind fucking me, treating me like I was a psycho child who needed to be handled in the upmost care. 

I swear that my mom could see straight through me.  She asked me about Camryn.  She knew I loved her.  She just said I made a very big mistake, and hopefully her parents would come to see Camryn did the same.  She kept me up to date on what was happening. 

Camryn was approaching the situation in an opposite manner.  She wouldn’t stop screaming at her father when she wasn’t crying in her room.

It was all too much, too fast.  Everyone was feeling the stress. 

Just over a month until I had to go back to school.  I would never see Camryn or Corey again.  I lived my life through those girls before.  Visits with them after school.  Amusement parks, games, swimming, the strenuous teasing we passed back and forth.  The beginning of the summer drove me into a life unparallel to anything I could have ever imagined.  Now.  Now, I was alone, they were my best friends, they were everything to me.  I had other friends, but they were nothing compared to them.

Corey laid half dead in a hospital, Camryn was about to lose a piece of life inside her, they were moving away.  Moving to a new place.  Did their father expect them to just forget everything and start over?

I laid on my bed day after day in thought.  Life wasn’t worth living anymore.  Over and over, I added everything together.  I didn’t want to live without Camryn.  Knowing that she was alive, in distress; I could never help her, see her, smell her, hold her, hear her voice, breathing, taste her lips.  Never again.  Her parents would always hate me, never understand me, us.

Corey.  Corey didn’t move anymore.  She was kept alive by machines.  The last time I saw her, she looked dead.  Half her body was pale as a ghost; the other half was dark as a rotting corpse.

I ran my fingers up and down the scar on my forearm I attained in the woods with Corey.  I could barely feel just the pressure of my touch. 

Camryn wanted her new child.  I wanted it too.  I was never going to see Camryn again.  The life growing inside of her was the only thing she had left of me.

I didn’t know when life really started for a baby.  All the news says differently.  If I died now, maybe whatever Gods there were out there would have pity on me.  Maybe they would reincarnate me into the baby inside her.  I think I was starting to go a little crazy.  I didn’t care. 

I just had hope for some reason.  If she had the baby, if I died, everything would equal out.  I didn’t know why.  Seven days of questioning everything I had ever known was getting to me.  That baby was part of me.  Camryn was my other half.  The baby equals one whole.

I didn’t want to live as one half.  There was no room for me now.  My purpose in this life was over, I created another me, an even better me; a little human like me, but made into perfection from Camryn.  I had no reason to live; just floating around in the world by myself.  I was a waste of space.

No.  I had one more thing to do.  Camryn’s father wanted to kill it; he wanted to take me completely out of this world.  He wanted to kill me; he wanted to kill part of his own daughter.  I had to sacrifice myself.  Pull the ultimate act of apologizing. 

I rolled from my bed and crawled to the other side of my room to an old school notebook.  I opened it to the last page.  I picked up a pen. 

Dear Mr. Havon

I did this as my most sincere apology for my weakness and selfishness.  I never wanted to hurt you or Camryn but I made a mistake.  I’m sorry beyond anything I could ever say or write.  I know you will always hate me because I messed up.

Please, I beg you, please; now you won’t have to worry about me anymore.  Please don’t kill Camryn’s child.  I offer you my life in exchange for its.  She will never see me again anyway so in this act, I will not hurt her.  Please, if you take away that piece of her that she wants so much, you will hurt her so badly.  I don’t want her to hurt.  Please, I’m doing everything I can for her.

Please accept my exchange.

Daniel Thurdan

God I hoped he would accept it.  I placed the notebook on the floor before my bed facing the door.  I backed to my bed and sat down.  I had to wipe a few tears from my eyes so I could find the scissors on the shelf of my headboard.

I opened them to their widest.  I pushed my back against the wall.  I stared down at the scissors.  This was the only way.  The easiest way to live, to die, fix as much as I possibly could.

It felt as if someone was pulling open a zipper down my scar.  No pain, just a weird feeling.  I watched the blood pour over both sides of my arm.  From the top of the scar to the bottom, almost onto my wrist, I could see how thick my skin actually was.  I could see how it was a separate entity from my insides, but still, it held tightly pulled to the darker stuff below. 

My shorts were soaking in the warm liquid.  The tan of the khaki was now deep red.

Another zipper opened down my scar.  Tears poured down my face.  What was I doing?  No, I had to do this. 

Another zipper.

My breathing started becoming harsh.  As I inhaled, it almost sounded like I was laughing.  A mix maybe, a cough every now and again.

Another zipper.

There was so much blood.  I was getting dizzy.  Someone knocked on my door.  I heard a mumble.  I was so dizzy.  I dropped the scissors onto my lap.  I was crying.  I was losing control of my body.  My hearing was moving in and out.  I looked over to my door.

My mom was running into the room toward me.  She grabbed me.  She pulled out the sheet that was half under me.  She began wrapping and squeezing in around my arm.  Her blood covered hand reached into her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. 

She moved away from me for some reason.  I saw her next, holding me with one arm and rocking me back and forth.  Her ear was up to her phone.  She was reading my note.

“Honey, he can’t do that.  Only Camryn can say what happens to her body.”

“I don’t care,” I cried, “I don’t want to live without her.”

I began fading out completely.  My mom began shouting into her phone.  I blacked out.

e.l. hanes

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