“Jay; get up, you’re going to be late.”  Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young man, lazy and disinclined to venture out of bed before the last minute, or he had been forgotten about.

 

He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again.

 

Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen-year-old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in ‘design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words ‘lunch Judy 11.30’; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date.

 

Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. ‘That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions.

 

“I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on.

 

Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing.

 

An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full-length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days.

 

Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person.

 

She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.

 

She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to.

 

Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies.

 

“Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her.

 

“Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then. Okay? Thanks hon.”

 

“Oh! Okay.”

 

“Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end.

 

Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.

 

It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper; her resolve was set.

 

Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know.

 

An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped.

 

She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, intending to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the ‘too young’ recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink.

 

She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.

 

Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.

 

She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone.

 

She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency.

 

“Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice.

 

“Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.”

 

He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them.

 

“Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it.

 

“Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention.

 

“Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park.

 

They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human.

 

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”

 

Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then thought, why not? She answered that yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found she didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt.

 

A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in armchairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much.

 

“I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude.

 

“Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much.

 

Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence.

 

“Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time.

 

“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.

 

Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading; her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.

 

She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks.

 

Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight.

 

She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul.

 

She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants.

 

Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.

 

It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs; it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self-control took over.

 

His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, she came in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.

 

Jean could hardly breathe; the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.

 

She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.

 

He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.

 

He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her lying sidewise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.

 

Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.

 

In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.

 

It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.

 

Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.

 

It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.

 

Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean.

 

They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied; felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all-consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.

 

Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.

 

“Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.

 

“No; thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.

 

“Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.

 

 

 

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After our kiss i decided that the mood was broken and called it a night. Much to the disapointment of my cousin. Later the next day she had to go back home, which was down the road from my house. A day went without contact until 2 days after our encounter i got a text message from her with a picture attachment. I opened it and there was a picture of my cousins dripping wet pussy with a finger inserted into it. The message said "im all yours". My reaction was to text her back but i decided not too. What i did do was call her telling her to make sure her parents (my auntie and uncle) where out of the house later.

Later that day i went round and opened the front door (which was convieniently left open) and made my way to my cousins room. There to greet me was the sight of my cousin layed across her bed in nothing. She had her legs spread wide with her fingers slowly sliding up and down her wet snatch. She said to me "ive been waiting for you". Instantly she shot up and pulled me down onto her bed stripping my clothes off and kissing me pasionately. All the while my grabbing her tight arse.

We didnt go with all the oral work up except a bit of dick lubrication and pussy moistening. We didnt use a condom due to our excitement and impatience. First i guided my throbbing erect cock to the opening of her dripping virgin pussy and began by slowly rubbing the head up and down. She told me that i was to be her first and to be gentle so i agreed. I wanted to be as soft as i could because she is special to me and i didnt want to hurt her. I slowly eased my head into her virgin cunt until the full head was inside. After a few thrusts in and out i got more of my 6inch cock into her. it was five minutesbefore i asked her if i could be the one for her and she agreed. With one slow thrust i broke her cherry and made her a woman. Sliding in and out at slow speed to make the pain turn to pleasure i told her that i love her and wanted this to be special... To be continued

Adam sat on the bus as it got closer to his stop. He was sitting alone as he always did. Not talking to anyone as he always did. Once again he had been caught skipping class at his junior high school. And once again he would have to go home to the same ranting and raving from his mother. That woman would never leave him alone. She goes out everynight, playing with her latest toy ignoring her three children and thinks she has the right to come home and get on his case. HA! Wait why do I call them her toys? Shes their toy that stupid bitch. God you think the woman would give up on men after all the divorces she had been through. And what the hell was wrong with her, she cheated on every single guy she got married to.

*I must stop a moment to give you a note. Knowledge of her cheatings he learned from a journal she wrote. As he often does he snuck in her room to search for any other erotic novels his mind could consume. And a novel though not published he did spot. Erotic in a way, his mothers written thoughts. Upon reading he learned much to his dismay. With every husband she had she cheated on one day. And even more startling and he knew it was no jest, was that every man she cheated with was the man she married next!*

And what the hell was wrong with these guys. They act all up and surprised when they find out shes cheating on them, when they were who she cheated with last. Fucking idiots. What the hell is wrong with my mom. She cant fucking settle she acts like a slut. Shes got so many damn problems and thinks she can take them out on me?!?! Bitch...

Adam continued his line of thought that was needed for the sole reason of putting him in a bad angry mood, so he wouldnt allow his mother to walk all over him. As he continued to mentally berate his mother, he looked on as his "girlfriend" talked with her friend.

*Sorry to jump back in so soon. Ill try to give my other comments more room. But the reason the word girlfriend is stuck out, is because they have done nothing together, not even a kiss on the mouth! I would like to say it was more puppy love, but love there was not. Over these two there was no flying dove.*

The bus came to a stop and his girlfriend got up. She walked to the door of the bus and got off at her stop. At first Adam barely noticed. Then he suddenly had that feeling, as if he was missing something. And then he realized, for the first time since they had started dating over 3 months ago, she had not said bye before getting off the bus. Like I care he thought. She's probably just pissed about something. She'll get over it. Then her friend came over and stood besides his seat.

"Ahem" she said. What the hell does this little bitch want? What she thinks im going to make room for her? Ha screw her. "Ahem!" she said a little louder this time. The bus had started back up moving and Adam continued to ignore her. "AHEM!" she said loud enough to get the bus drivers attention. "Hey sit your ass down back there!" The girl replied, "He wont make room!" "Make room for her you little prick!" The driver said to Adam. He furiously replied, "She was siting just fine right over there in her seat, why do I have to move?!?" "Cause I said so punk!" Geez Adam thought to himself. Fine ill move. This bus drivers an ass. Always likes to pick on me, just cause I dont suck up to him like all these jackasses do.

Adam moved and his girlfriends friend sat down. She proceeded in blabbing in his ear as Adam expected her too. He ignored her until she leaned over and almost yelled in his ear. "Did you hear me? I said its over! Jane is breaking up with you! You never talk to her anymore and shes tired of it!" Adam got enraged by this. This bitch is breaking up with him and she doesnt even have the nerve to say it to his face?!? She has to tell her little midget friend and send her dumbass over? God I hate women. What the fuck is wrong with them. Angrily he replied, "Well screw her and you too now get out of my seat before I push your little midget ass out!" Her eyes seemed to bulge and she lashed back, "You know that is whats your fucking problem, you're always in a bad mood! Go fuck yourself!", and she got up and moved back to her seat. Before Adam could think of a suitable retort, the bus arrived at his stop. He got up and walked off the bus, making sure to hit the little bitch with his backpack along the way.

He walked home unlocked the door to his house. His mother wouldnt be home from work for another hour, so he had a little time before he had to hear her bitching. Still furious about how his girlfriend, no EX girlfriend he reminded himself, had embarrased him, he went to his room and turned on the T.V. Soon as often happened when alone in his room. He started to rub himself. Goddamn bitch, he thought, who the hell does she think she is. And for the first time, his thoughts turned toward forcing Jane. Yea its what you get bitch, he thought, yea...

It was late, past 11. He was standing outside Janes house. She had a room on the first floor. All the lights were out. He carefully peeked in her bedroom window. She was fast asleep. Her bedroom door was closed, and he didnt see any light through the crack in the door. He slowly and carefully opened her window and climbed in. He stood there, staring at her for a moment, then went and locked her door. In righteous anger he lifted the comforter from her slight frame. She was wearing pajamas. Like a little girl, white with disney characters. Ha he thought to himself. 14 years old and still wearing kiddie pajamas. Well its time this bitch grew up. He slowly reached for her.

"ADAM!!!!!!" A scream tore him from his thoughts. Shit he thought and barely threw a blanket over himself before his mother banged his door open. "What the hell is wrong with you? There I am at work and surprise surprise I get another damn phone call from your school, saying you skipped again! How many times Adam? Huh? How many times do we have to go through this! God im tired of this! Your lucky im furious or else I would punish you right now. But dont think your getting off! As soon as I settle down Im going to give you a damn harsh punishment. I wont take this Adam! I wont! Whatever shit you are dealing with that is making you do this all the damn time, GET IT OUT OF YOUR DAMN SYSTEM!" Before Adam could say anything she furiously slammed his door.

Fucking tramp Adam thought, who does she think she is? She cant talk to me like that. She just better wait. He'd get her back. She would pay. Fucking bitch. Slowly but surely his hand went back to his crotch. Now before I was so rudely interrupted he thought to himself with a sneer. Get back to focusing here. Janes slim 4 foot body, brown hair, small underdeveloped breasts. He fast forwarded from the beginning of his adventure to when he was standing over her pajama clad body. Yea...

He reached for her top. He slowly got hold of her top. Carefully, ever so carefully, he moved her arms from their crossed position and gently started pulling up her top. As he was doing so he noticed that her hair was now black not brown. What was he thinking? Focus he thought. Brown hair again, good. He gently pulled her top up it revealed her skin further and further. There was her belly button, there was her ribcage, and ah, there was the beginning of her small mounds. He stopped for a moment, and thought to himself, she would probably wake up by now, but HA its my fantasy bitch and I say when you wake up. He realized he had lost track and wanted to see her breasts first show signs to him again, so he restarted there. Slowly slowly he raised her top. And there! wait, this isnt right, a bra? black lacey, like something from Victoria's secret. She wouldnt wear a bra, he thought to himself, focus. Ah there they were those small breasts again. Growing impatient he gently pulled the pajama top off of her. He looked down happily at her fully revealed tits. Small with the tiniest nipples. He wanted to suck them. But no this was not the time. He looked downard. Time to move on he thought. He gently felt her skill by her belly button as he moved his hands down towards her pajama bottoms.

He slowly tucked his thumbs underneath the elastic of the pants. The feel of her skin was smooth beyond belief. Gently he started to lower her pants. He sneered as he slowly revealed her upper hips, and slowly revealing a lowering of her body from her upper thighs that marked the seperation from hips to legs. Slowly he watched and realized the lower he got that she was hairless. Totally untouched by the wisps that she would soon be getting. Then a darker small area started to reveal itself. Slowly he leered as her small pussy was revealed to his eyes. Beautiful he thought, untouched. Not for long he thought with a chuckle. Getting impatient with a quicker pace he lowered and removed her pajama bottoms, quickly dragging his sight back to her secret area.

What? There were silky black panties on now. Looks like they would match the, and on that sudden thought he instinctively looked up. There it was. The black silk lacey bra was back. What is wrong with me he thought. Focus! When he looked back she was back as she should be. Now we start the fun he thought.

With a rush that completely was the opposite of his slow place with her, he removed his own clothing. He climbed up on her bed, loving the sound and feel of the springs adjusting to his weight. His 8 inch hard throbbing member ready for action. As he positioned himself for entrance in his fantasy he approached his orgasm in his bed in his room at home. Time to wake up bitch he thought. He slammed into with a force not possible of a true living person. A force that shook the bed. He started to rub himself faster as he imagined the feeling of her extremely tight pussy desperately trying to adjust itself to his wrongful intrusion he felt the sheer pleasure of her small body writh underneath him upon his violent entrance. Then her upper body raised up and his brown haired mother still wearing her black lacey bra, screamed in horror and fear, as he pounded her pussy with incredible speed. He reached his point and came all over his hand his bed and his chest.

Lost in the afterglow, he thought to himself, I have never cum like that before. Slowly the realization hit him. Oh my god he thought. I just fantasized about raping my mother! Lost in thoughts of why and how, the day slowly wound to a close and the sun went down to prepare for the next day.

*Well well well part 1 reaches its end. What a climatic conlusion! A pun i did intend. What does this mean? You know he does wonder...In part 2 we will have to see if his world is torn asunder!!!*

To Be Continued

 we all sat down and chatted, me and steve had another couple of beers kelly declined as she was driving and laura said she was to young. After a while steve jumped up and said to kelly "theres something i need to show you upstairs" as they disapeared i thought you lucky swine getting away to fuck his gf and me left looking after laura.

when her sis was gone she asked if she could have a beer i felt there was no harm so i opened one and passed it to her. Barely a mouthful later she asked "are they away to have sex " I dont no if it was the beer or something else but i just said "yeah i would think so" "oh well, have you got a gf" she asked "no im young free and single" i replied " I bet youre spoken for though " i asked playfully " no im young free and single aswell" "christ your bludy gorgeous " i blurted out, it was definatly the beer talking now. "Do you think so" she smiled, i sort of wished i hadnt said it but i had, so i old her yeah she was indeed hot. "thanks youre not to bad yourself", as she said this she climbed up onto my chair "oh well its a pity im twenty and youre eh" "thirteen" she whispered. that gave me a real wake up, christ here i was chatting up a 13 year old, but god what a 13 year old, I thought what the hell i may aswell have some fun so i asked her " you ever had sex then" "no"she imediatly responded " ive not even saw a boys cock yet" she added

 i offered to help her with that by offering to show her my 9 inch member "cool will you" she said, bye this point i was getting quite drunk, so i pulled it out "oh " was all she said so i asked her "do you want to touch it" she didnt even reply but placed her fingers on it and asked " how can you get that in to me " " its not hard yet" i told her "what gets it hard "she enquired " different things " "like what " she sais " feeling a nice pair of tits usually gets me hard" laura didnt even reply she just leant back and pulled her top over her head and there they were her absolutely perfectly formed firm little tits" well go on then " she told me i reached over and started to stroke her soft and tender little nipples, i could feel my cock getting rock hard but said nothing "i need more " i told her "go on then i want you hard" she said, i leant over and started to kiss her breasts and lick her stiffening nipples just as i was getting going she asked " are you hard now" i leant back to show her my throbbing cock standing to attention " christ theres no way il get something like that in me " she squelled "shh im sure you could " " no way 2 fingers is tight in me " she said, bye now iwas desperate to fuck her and the thought of her fingering herself just made me worse " we could try" i told her " how " she asked " ill lie down and then you climb onto me and push youre pussy onto me " " will i still be a virgin" she asked " yeah of course we wont actually have sex" i lied to her " ok then" she said, i immediatly lay down and helped her on top of me , she pulled her little shorts off and i caught a glimpse of her pussy , there was just a few wisps of hair starting to shoe. This was when it hit me how young she was , but i couldnt stop now . laura held herself up and i guided her hips to the right place as she lowered herself i could feel the excitment grow in me , just then my tip touched her pussy so i used one hand to guide it into her , she came down a little bit further and hesitated " its getting sore " she seemed surprized " itll get better" i told her "you sure" she asked i nodded i gently pulled her down onto me  and was amazed when i saw she had all of my cock in her." god that was sore" she said as she went to lift her body up, I grabbed her hips and pulled her tight back onto my cock " what are you doing" she seemed worried " im going to fuck you sensless" i told her " are you sure" she said " yeah " I rolled her onto her back and started to fuck her tight little pussy she was almost crying but that seemed to make me go harder anyway when i was almost ready to cum i pulled out and rolled her over to see her tiny little ass it was too much for me so i pulled her cheeks apart and just rammed in, i came insantly showering her ass with shot after shot of my cum. when i was dry i sat down and got dressed laura just lay there panting, I told her "you better get tidied up" without a word she stood up and got dressed and sat down we started chatting and just then steve and kelly arrived back. i maded my excuses and left. The next day there was a knock at my door when i answered it was kelly she marched in and demanded "what did you do to laura yesterday" " what do you mean" i asked "whatever it was she is desperate to see you again" cool i thought then i had a thought "I could show you" i laughed " fine then" kelly said    

mind from school... especially Shelby Speed and Linda

Smith.

I was fifteen and my cock would be rock hard by the

time I got around to rubbing on the hand lotion. I'd

rub the cream up and down my cock as it bulged at

attention. Trying to imagine what Shelby's pussy and

tits looked like I'd vigorously grip my hard-on strok-

ing it, milking it like crazy wishing it was inside her

hot wet cunt.

I'd get so excited to the point that I'd nearly cum

then I'd stop for a minute. Sometimes I'd strap on a

rubber band, doubling it tightly and pushing it all

the way down the shaft of my cock. My erection would

twitch at attention and I loved that tight feeling.

I'd think of Linda and her long black hair and wonder

how her pussy would feel as I fucked her.

I'd imagine myself fucking her and then fucking Shelby.

Today I was doing just that as I stood in the bathroom.

I had on a tight rubber band; I was pulling on my erec-

tion, when all of a sudden the bathroom door opened.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

How was I to know that my mother had the afternoon off

from work? But there she was, holding a laundry basket

full of clothes. And there I was holding my meat just

a few feet from her. My cock fully erected, the big

head purple and shiny, the rubber band tight around it,

my veins bulging... I froze and let go.

Her eyes were widened as they focussed on my cock,

then slowly she looked up at my face. We both stood

there speechless... but only for a moment. Quickly she

regained her composure and took charge of the situation.

She set the clothes basket down and opened the washing

machine up. "Don't mind me sugar, I'll just be a few

minutes," she added quite routinely as she sorted

through some clothes.

I was dumbfounded. Embarrassed beyond belief. I hadn't

brought any clothes in to put on. My cock wasn't about

to go down even though I wanted it to. If anything it

was harder from being seen by her.

She looked back over shoulder, and way seeing the panic

on my face she said, "It's okay you know. There's

nothing wrong with masturbating. As a matter of fact

it's a healthy thing to do."

"But mom," I protested.

"I don't mind it you know," she smiled. "I do it

myself."

I could feel my cock getting even harder when she

admitted that.

"No, I'm glad you know how to please yourself." She

said turning to face me. "It's better than you getting

some young girl pregnant or catching a disease. At your

age it's the best way to relieve yourself."

"Mom..." My face was getting hot.

"No, I insist that you go on with what you were doing.

Just act like I'm not even here. Go on I said, take a

hold of your penis and finish what you've started."

Reluctantly I did as she said... I grabbed my cock and

began stroking it. I was embarrassed and I was excited

beyond measure. She stood there watching me. I had an

audience. She actually approved of this. My thoughts

ran the gambit. Shelby and Linda resurfaced and then I

could feel myself getting ready to come. I stroked

harder and faster until I felt my come shooting out in

spurts... three, then four globs of white thick milky

come shooting out onto the bathroom throw rug.

My mother smiled as I milked my penis. She stepped

closer with a face cloth and whipped away the dripping

come from my dick, saying, "Well now I know why the

bathmat always seems stuck together. She smiled at me.

---

That day was a turning point for us. After that I

masturbated with the door open and every time she was

around she'd come in and watch me doing it until I

came.

I enjoyed doing it in front of her. I enjoyed the fact

she liked watching me.

A few weeks passed and I began to get bolder. Since

she was divorced from Dad, and it was just her and me

at night watching TV, I did a little experiment. I

began taking my cock out and masturbating while we

watched TV. She didn't say anything and I could swear

she watched me more than she did the TV.

I took it a step further one afternoon when I got home

from school and stripped out of my clothes. I stayed

nude until she got home that afternoon. She didn't say

any thing.

The next afternoon I again greeted her nude. She went

in her room to change clothes and instead of returning

in a housecoat and panties as usual, she walked out

with nothing on.

I'd never seen her fully naked before. I'd caught a

glimpse here and there but never this. Her petite body

was nice and shapely. Mom was about 5'3 and maybe 120

pounds or so. At thirty-six she looked like some of the

girls at my high school.

I stared at her body with its a dark neatly trimmed

bush and perky 36b tits. My cock took notice too. It

started to spring to life. Mother noticed it too as

she was getting groceries out to fix supper.

She smiled at me silent working away in the kitchen.

I turned and walked out of the kitchen with something

interesting in mind, when I heard her voice, "And

where are you going young man?"

"Just to get some lotion..." I began.

"Come here," she said walking toward me. My cock rag-

ging at attention. My eyes glued to her tits and bush.

"Hold out your palms," she said.

I held out my palms and to my surprise she spit in them

several times.

"Rub that on your cock."

I did as she said and it felt great. Warm, wet and

slick. I spit some more directly on my cock myself and

began stroking. I was standing there in the kitchen

staring at my naked mother as I was masturbating myself

wildly. This had to be a dream I thought.

I tried to hold off coming until dinner was ready.

Each time Mom stooped over to check in the oven I could

see her pussy just below her nice ass. She aimed it

directly at me and kept it there forever as I jacked

myself off. I ended up coming twice before supper,

which really seemed to please her. She was teasing me

with her body and it was driving me crazy.

That night I again stroked my cock as we watched TV.

A few times she let herself stroke her pussy but never

for very long though.

---

The next afternoon she was running late but when she

got home she announced she had a gift for me. She

changed out of her work clothing and returned to the

kitchen with a small sack. She was naked again but

something about her was different. She handed me the

sack.

Then I noticed what was different about her. She had

shaved her pussy bald.

As I opened the sack my cock already hard, throbbed

even more. Inside was a box with a label describing the

contents as a penis pump. It was a long clear plastic

cylinder and a hand pump.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yeah, what do I do with it?" I mumbled.

"You put it over your cock and it'll get you really

hard and keep you that way for a long time. You seem

to like doing that if I am reading those rubber bands

that you use correctly."

"Cool."

I was looking over at her puffy pussy lips all bare

and smooth looking and my cock was twitching to

attention. "I guess this gets the same reaction, huh?"

she smiled, sliding her fingers briefly along her pussy

slit.

"Yes ma'am," I answered with a smiled.

"I'm glad you like it."

I didn't know which she was referring to. She went

back into her bedroom as I examined the penis pump.

I slipped it over my erection and tightened the seal

at the base. I pumped the hand pump a few times and

immediately the suction grabbed my cock's base tightly.

It felt great.

I pumped some more as I felt my entire cock bloat into

the biggest-baddest erection I'd ever had. My cock was

pressed tightly up against the clear Plexiglas cylinder

sides, veins bulging, throbbing... it felt awesome.

I walked into Mom's bedroom to show her my monster

cock and to my surprise she was sitting on the edge of

the bed with a life like cock inserted in her pussy.

She had bought it when she bought me my toy. I stood

there watching her with my cock bulging inside the

tight pump.

Her eyes were half closed as one hand worked her clit

and the other hand stuffed the rubber penis into her

pussy. She was finally ready to let go fully and let

me watch her.

I watched in amazement as she fucked herself with that

dildo. After a few minutes I walked over a little

closer until I was just an arm's length away. She

looked at my cock as she continued to bring herself to

a climax. Her chest rose and fell as waves of orgasm

racked her body. It was wonderful to see, I almost

forgot my own orgasm. Almost, but not quite.

---

After that night we'd regularly masturbate facing

each other but we never touched. Well actually, we

did kind of touch. But the only part of me that touched

her was my come. She always wanted me to ejaculate on

her tits or on her pussy. I did that happily several

times a day.

We continued being nude while we were at home together.

On long car trips we'd both masturbate in the car. It

was like a dream come true. As a horny teenager, having

a sex partner like Mom was really wild. It felt like

we were sort of married. And I could get off with her

anytime I wanted to. She never said no to me.

---

About three months after she'd first caught me in the

bathroom masturbating, she brought home a swinger's

magazine. I wasn't sure what a swinger's magazine was

so she explained it to me.

It was where husbands and wives who liked to have sex

with other couples got together. Since we lived in a

major city there were about six or seven listings for

our area. Three had photographs. One woman's face was

covered but she had a great body and Mom liked the way

the man looked.

She filled out a form and we took three or four

Polaroid pictures of each other naked and sent them

off. Mom said not to get my hopes up too high since

I was still a minor and couples might not want to get

involved with us because of that.

A week later I got a phone call after school. It was

a woman named Terri asking if we were the ones who had

sent in the ad. I told her that we were.

She asked if she and her husband Paul could drop by

about seven o'clock that evening, just get aquatinted,

she said. I told her that I thought it would be fine.

Then I phoned Mom at work and told her.

We were both extremely excited. We were nervous as the

clock ticked toward seven. Mom wearing a light summer

dress and me in jeans and a T-shirt. At 7:15 the door-

bell chimed and Mom went to answer it. I could hear the

voices in the hall and they sounded kind of familiar.

I thought earlier on the phone that Terri's voice had

sounded familiar to me.

As she entered the den I couldn't believe my eyes. And

she just smiled and said, "Hi Jason, how's it goin'."

Her face and body were so much like her daughter's --

I could feel my cock stiffen as she smiled at me. It

was Shelby Speed's Mom. My fantasy girl's mother was a

swinger!

"Mrs. Speed," I began.

"Please call me Terri," she smiled, noticing that my

cock had grown within my jeans. "It's a small world

isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am," I said with a crack in my voice.

I noticed Mom and Mr. Speed were engaged in what looked

like a serious conversation. Then Mom walked over to

Terri and me. "Is everything all right?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I answered.

"We're fine dear, you and Paul go have yourselves some

fun. Jason and I will find something to do with our-

selves."

Mom just smiled at me, winked and then went into her

bedroom with Paul. They left the door wide open.

'How is Shelby?" I asked.

"She's fine," her Mother smiled. "She mentions you an

awful lot."

"Me?"

"I can see why now. You have a really nice body."

"Thanks!"

"I loved the photo's you sent. You have a fantastic

cock for a teenager."

I gulped, and my cock swelled even more.

"How did you and your Mom become so open about sex?"

"She caught me jerking off one day, and well she didn't

get upset... in fact she was really nice about it and

told me I could do it as much as I wanted. She even

watched me doing it."

"Until you came?"

"Yeah, so I started doing it whenever I wanted, and

she was cool about it."

"I walked in on Shelby doing it once, poor thing, I

think it scared her and me to death." her Mother said

as she looked around my room.

"You should talk to her."

"I know, I need to," she smiled. "So tell me who you

fantasize about when you're doing it?"

"I can't." I mumbled.

"Oh come on, is it a movie star, or the girls in your

class room?"

My face must have given me away somehow. She knew

right away her daughter was among my many fantasy

girls.

"Don't tell me you fantasize about Shelby?" she smiled.

"Oh my goodness you do don't you?'

I couldn't believe I was sitting there with a hardon

talking to Shelby's mother about my fantasies, about

her 15-year old daughter.

Then it went from strange to really weird. Terri

reached behind herself and undid her dress. She stood

smiling, as the dress dropped to the floor around her

feet.

She had on a half-cup bra and no panties. She kicked

her shoes off as I sat back down watching me. Then from

my mother's bedroom came slapping noises. Mr. Speed was

fucking my mother as hard as he could. She was moaning

loudly and begging him on to higher efforts.

Then Terri dropped to her knees and began unfastening

my jeans. I raised myself up as she slipped them off

me. My underwear went next. I removed my T-shirt over

my head.

My cock was throbbing as she gently took it into her

wonderful mouth. I had never felt anything as wonderful

in my life. The moans and popping sounds increased from

the other room as Terri's head began to bob up and down

over my shaft. Her blonde hair raked cross my stomach

and inner thighs each time she took me deep into her

throat.

Terri had the same color hair as her daughter, and I

quickly started to imagine that it was Shelby who was

giving me this expert head. God! It was just so hot to

have Shelby's sexy Mom doing me like a whore or some-

thing.

My mother was screaming "Yes!" over and over again,

followed by "fuck me harder, harder!" then before I

knew it I was pumping my come into Terri Speed's mouth.

She milked me with her lips for all I was worth. My

cock shot spurt after spurt of hot come into her lovely

mouth but the erection remained.

Then Terri straddled my body and aimed my cock at her

really nice looking cunt. She eased down on me smiling

and licking my semen from her lips. It felt warm and

wonderful inside her. Then she began to move slowly,

fucking me in a rhythm that I'd only dreamed about

before.

Mother and Paul emerged from the bedroom quickly making

their way to my room. Mom got down on her hands and

knees facing Paul and us inserted his cock into her

doggy style.

Here I was getting fucked Shelby's mother and

watching my Mom getting fucked royally by Shelby's

Dad.

I licked and sucked the bouncing tits in front of me

as I enjoyed losing my virginity...

I watched the look on my mother's face as she enjoyed

the big dick that was plowing her wet hole. Her fingers

franticly gripping the short carpet as his cock rammed

her lips, his balls crashing into her clit. It was a

mixed look of absolute pleasure and forbidden lust

finally realized. We were both beyond that point of

returning to the way it was when sex was a hidden

thing, a taboo subject. It was out in the open now.

Our desire... our need for passion.

After we had all gone the final mile we lay there tired

and exhausted, our body's spent, wasted and motionless.

I don't fully remember the good-byes but I do remember

Terri Speed saying that she would talk to Shelby.

Ah yes, Shelby. I curled up and slept naked on my

little single bed that night dreaming of Shelby.

Waking to the chill of early morning. At that point

I made my way to my bedroom, my cock and balls

dangling between my legs still coated with dried cum

and vaginal fluid.

Then when I was done with my piss I dove under the

warm covers and drifted off, dreaming of days to come.

THE END

The following morning we where sent to general medical check up. It was amazing for it was a male who was doing the check up. I was upset. It was my turn and I went inside. He was checking for my pressure sugar etc. and finally he asked me to lift my sari for he wanted to check for the infection. I refused but he said there is much more things going to happen in the hospital and if you are not ready they will send me back to india. I remembered the interest my mamma is paying and i just laid in the bed. The man took advantage of my situation and he started rubbing my body. This was the first touch from a stranger and I started shivering. he placed his finger in the edge of my sari and slowly started lifting it up . I just closed my eyes so as the episod will be over soon. I could feel his hand caressing my calf muscle and then going further up. i started to weep. he lifted my saree so as my panty was visible. He rubbed it for a while and I could feel some strange feeling in me. he removed my panty down and was examining it and said you are still a vergin. he said you are so beautiful with great figure and you are very clean. He then added now you are sellected and you can join this hospital. Welcome to the new world and if you co operate you can earn a lot. And then sent me out.

How did you like my first experiance. Please comment so I can share more of my experiance to you
I was happy on onside for the confirmation I got for the job and on the other side nervous about what is going to happen. They gave me 2 set of uniforms and ask me to join the duty the other day.

The next day I was ready with my uniform. I noticed the gown was little above my knees as I was tall . Yes I am 5.8" tall. Luckily they gave us the stockings which was till the middle of my thighs and i was little happy. I looked my self in the mirror and the uniform was great on me . It was a right fit and I could say a little tight for my breast was a bit squeezes and bulging. The other co workers commented on me while I was having the breakfast.

The van picked us to the hospital and it was a general duty for us on that day. They have annouced the shifts will be there only from the next day, The first day of my duty was normal with the introduction of the people and know about the areas etc.

I was also introduced to a egyption doctor and he was the chief. He had a rough voice and was very commanding. One day he called me to his room and started shouting. I did not know the reason for his shouting and started weeping. He slowly came near and send something in arabi and wiped my tears. he gave me lots of advices of how I have to be at the hospital and he also said I have to co operate with the doctors and slowly he placed the hand on my shoulderd has if patter me. I did not know what to do and I was standing still. He was very tall about 6.3" and had a good body. He might be in his mid 40's. He very well knew that I am on mercy of him and could not do anything other than weeping. He slowly moved his left hand and directly placed the hand the right breast of mine. I was shocked and my legs started shaking. He said it should be 36 and started pressing it. First the pressing was less and then it became hard I nearly screamed. Tears started flowing and I was bitting my lips to stop crying loud. Both his hands are pressing my breast and squeezing. After some time he removed his hand and I thought he will let me go. But he gently slaped my face and when I opend my eyes he asked me to latch the door and come back. I pleaded him to leave me and he gave me another slap hard on my face and electric shock went through my nerves. He warned me that either I shuold co operate or get out of the country with the trail over some cooked up crime. I had no other go but to latch the door. While I was latching he came back from behind and started miling my breast. I could feel his man hood between my crack. I was just standing with the tears. His left slowly traced it way to my left cheek of my butt. He was tracing the crack of my ass and suddenly he slapped it hard. I jumped at that insteant. He was laughing with joy.

He told me that i will get such slaps if I do not react. He then grabed my hair and pushed my head to his crouch. He ordered me to undo the zip. I hesitatingly undid hid zip. He was wearing a boxer short and I could see the his monster making a tent. He pulled my hair hard and said I have to suck it and without his order I have to make him happy and warned me of further slaps. I touched his dick it was very fat and long and as soon as I was touching it , it was becoming more stronger. I said to myself do it to avoid slaps. I took the tip of the dick in tongue. He then pushed my head all the way into my mouth and in my throte , I couldnt breath. He was then pulling my head back and front with the speed and hissing. This went on for a while.

He then ordered me to show my ass to him and then to bent forward pushing by ass backward. He lifted the gown and he could see my white panty. He took the surgeon knife and I could feel the coolness in the crack of my ass as he was cutting them. He was please with my creamy round fleshy ass , ge gave me a light slap on the cheek. He took some creame and applied nicely to my virgin cunt and then to his dick. He tried to insert it to my cunt but mine was too tight. He order me to lift my ass a little further and to spread my leg and he pushed his organ inside. It was a torture and I started screaming as the monster hid inside my cunt. He was apllying all the force without mercy. Once he was fully in he gave me some time to breath and then started pulling and started reciprocating. The pain slowly vanished and I could feel I am wet and his jerks became faster, He was ridding me very fast and I could feel the heaven . I started moaning as he riddig the cunt. His hands were pearcing my fleshy hips and pushing and pulling them. He abused me with all the words . He was calling me a whore and I am fit for this. He said that I am only a meat for him with lots of hole and he could use them as he likes. And so on. This went for about 15 minutes and he pulled the monster out and turned me roung to face his dick and put it in my mouth and the splashed the sperm in my mouth and face. Then he relaxed.

He then order me to clean myself and proceed my nursing work. He gave me a diamond ring on that day and said he was pleased. He order me to come to his place any time when he calls.

My legs were sore and tired , I managed to get up and walk out of his office.

readers Let me know how you liked it. And I will post more of similar insidents.

  And at night I'd dream of having a cock inside me, be it in my ass, my mouth or my pussy. I always wanted a toy but never got around to buying one (I'd die of shame if anyone found it and new how much I played with myself).

 But then came the day I got my first apartment.

 You see because I always lived alone or with room mates my masterbation practices were always limited. But now I had a space all to myself.

 I could cyber, look up porn, lay on top of the covers naked fingering myself anytime I wanted to.

 But it wasn't enough. I had done it all before. I needed something new.

 Then I was out grocery shopping and saw it. It was a carrot, but it was the size of a fat cock like the ones I had seen in pornos. It was common enough and I wondered how something that hard and big would feel so I slipped it in my basket amongst my milk and eggs.

 So I got home and put away my groceries, drew the curtians and started to look at some porn.

 After a while I was really wet so I stripped down. I took off my d-cup bra and slid my hands down my flat stomache urging my underwear off my round ass and letting it slide to the floor.

 I had shaved so my pussy was as smooth as when I first started playing with myself, only I was a little more filled out now.

 I unwrapped the carrot and laying on the bed I began to slide it up and down my slit but was suprised at how cold it was.

 I regarded the carrot for a moment. It was the right shape and hardness for the job but the chill wasn't pleasing at all. I wanted it to feel like a real cock.

 I tried warming it under my arm and between my thighs but still it would not reach the right temperature.

 So finally I put the carrot in the mircowave and zapped it for thirty seconds at a time until it was hot enough. This time when I rubbed it up and down my slit I almost came at the sensation.

 It was so perfect. I rubbed my clit with it and it was like having a hot cock teasing my pussy. I decided I wasn't going to prepare myself for my carrot cock, just take it like a real cock and let it tear me in half.

 I found my hole and shoved it in as hard as I could. It didn't get past the head and it just wouldn't go any farther. I adjusted the angel and shoved again and holy fucking god...

 I loved it. It felt like a real cock. I looked down and saw the carrot still had alot to go... my pussy was being stretched but I would not stop. I wanted to rape myself with my carrot cock.

 I pushed one last time and was blind sided by the most intense orgasm I ever felt. I arched off the bed and was screaming, "Aaaahhhh! Oh fucking gggoooooddd!" It was so powerful that I passed out immeadiately after with the carrot still in my pussy.

 I still wish for a real cock, but for now... I have my carrot, and I'm hoping my webcam will arrive soon so I can share this experience with everyone.

Jeff walked over took a big swig of beer and tried to get focused, guess he takes pool seriously huh, I said to Tom, Tom smiled and said "for the most part but you may make it hard on him this game," I said,  "I could only hope, and sat back down on my  chair letting my legs part a little then crossed them, Jeff missed his shot, I smiled and said " are you distracted"

he said "you could say that." I went back and looked at the table, trying to figure which ball I needed to hit bending over and looking at the table my ass was right in front of Tom and I could feel him staring right at it, so I bent even farther sticking my ass out even more I could feel my skirt rise up so the bottom of my ass cheeks were showing and also a little bit of my thong, I hit a ball and sank it, Jeff said "can you say hustler" I said its not that bad of a magizine, Tom smiled, this went on for a while me teasing and showing what I could with out stripping, getting hoter with each drink they brought me if they had only known that once I had picked them they were going to get to fuck me anyhow, but hey free drinks after about an hour of this I said I was going to go out for a smoke and wondered if they wanted to join me, they both said yes, once out there I took out a smoke they both fumbled for their lighters and Jeff was the first to light me up, I said you know guys I am kinda boared either of you live around here, maybe we could go do something different with sticks and balls and holes. No words were spoken Tom just went in to pay the tab, with in about twenty minutes we were at Jeffs house, my skirt up around my waist my top off, and a dick in my mouth and a tounge on my pussy Tom's dick was about seven inches long which I can deep throat, and Jeffs tounge was awesome, licking my clit so good I was already wet but he really got me going, I leaned back and let Tom feed me his cock he seemed surprised that I just took it all in and his balls were hitting my chin, I held him there for a second with each stoke as he fucked my face, Jeff backed a way and pulled off his clothes, he cock was about the same lenght but much thicker, He pulled out a condom and slid it over his cock, he got between my legs and shoved his entire rock hard cock into my pussy, then he pulled it completly out and shoved it back in and with each thrust my tits would shake, hell my entire body would shake he was fucking my for all he was worth and if felt great.

Tom looked down at me and said, "jeff lets switch, Tom pulled out of my mouth, and they switched positions I stopped Jeff and said do you have more of these pulling at his rubber, he said lots why, I said well then you don't need this one and pulled it off of his cock and took his cock in my mouth, buy this time Toms condom covered cock was in my pussy fucking me really fast, so different from Jeff but still really good, Jeff said dam you are so good, I could feel his cock twitch which meant I was soon to get a nice load of hot sweet cum on in my mouth, I pulled my mouth off and let him know I had no problem him cumming in my mouth in fact I would love it.

With that Jeff stroked his cock into my mouth about six more times and then let loose a bunch of cum my teasing had worked I had got him so turned on his balls were completly full, he moaned I kept sucking on him swallowing every single drop, he started to go soft then and only then did I let him out of my mouth.

Tom was fucking away when he told me he was close so I pushed him back pulled his rubber off and started sucking his cock taking it all the way and as I pulled back I would stroke it showing my tounge letting him know right where I wanted it, it did not take long and he too unloaded in my mouth I heard my self let out a moan as he did, then I felt Jeff back at my pussy eating my out again I started to cum right away and cum I did I had a huge earth shattering orgasim one of the best I have had in months, after that Jeff was hard again and he took me doggie style while Tom Looked on, after a few minutes Tom presented me with now hard cock, I took it in my mouth, hoping that they could really last now, and let me tell you I was not disappointed, they both took turned fucking my pussy and mouth many times, both cumming in my mouth one more time, after that I stood up, pulled down my top and skirt and said thanks for the great time and walked to ther front door, Tom said your forgetting these holding up my soaked thong I said "keep them as something to remember me by"

Jeff said " I have no doubt we will ever forget you" I just smiled and walked out the door a little soar but completly satified, at least for one night!

Hope you enjoy this, going out next friday too hope to right about it.

luv ya Kellie

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“Well, why don’t we start at the bottom and work our way up” I say with a coy smile and a wink.

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You walk me thru the great room at the front, point out the den and walk back thru the kitchen. I have finished my drink and walk to the sink to refill my glass with a little water before we head upstairs.

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Your hands move down my back and you grab the bottom of my sundress. As you start going down on your knees you push the sundress up to my waist. You start kissing the back of my legs and move up. Its right about now that I’m glad I made the decision to not wear any panties today. I lean forward a little over the counter and spread my legs. You can already see how wet I am. Your hands go between my legs. I’m dripping wet. I start to rub my clit for just a little while. My body is moving in motion with your hand, I grab onto the sink for support. I am so wet that your fingers just slide inside of me. It doesn’t take long and I cum almost immediately. You leave your fingers inside of me as my body shudders with an orgasm. My juices are dripping onto your hand. You pull me straight back against you so you can grab my tits. They are already out of the dress and you want to feel them, to touch them, to play with them. I grab your hand that was inside of me and put your fingers in my mouth. Mmmmm my god that tastes good. With your free hand you pull down your shorts, lift up my skirt and direct your cock into my pussy. I’m still sucking on your fingers. You take your fingers out of my mouth and put them just at the base of my neck and bend me over a little further. Your hands grab my hips as you start pounding me hard. I go between grabbing my tits and holding onto the sink for support as you fuck me harder. We are both so close. I tell you to tell me when you are about to cum. We carry on for a second when you tap my shoulder.  I push you back a little and squat on the floor in front of you. I take your cock in my hand and put it in my mouth. The whole thing right into the very back of my mouth. As I pull it out I lick and suck my juices off of you. Oh my god you taste sooo good. I reach down with my other hand and rub my clit. Come on baby, cum for me. Cum in my mouth I want to taste every last drop of you. You lean your head back and hold onto the counter behind you as cum shoot out of your cock and into the back of my throat. You let out a long deep moan as I am still sucking the last drop off. Mmmmm so good. Neither of us can barely move, and we still have the whole top floor of the house to cover ;)

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“Lets save that for later” I say “Lets go sit out on the deck by the pool for a bit”

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We grab our drinks and head out on the deck. The sun is shining, the tunes are cranked and I am ready for a dip.  I ask you if you have nosey neighbors. You tell me that the house on the left is vacant and the other house can’t see the pool from their place. Perfect! I grab the bottom of my sundress and lift if over my head. I’m as naked as the day I was born. From behind you can still see the wetness on my legs. I turn around and ask you if you are coming in. Damn right you are! You take off your shorts and dive into the water. I’m close behind. I swim underwater the length of the pool and come up in the shallow end. You have a very interesting pool; there is a sort of rocky edge to one side where water falls from above.  You push a button and the waterfall starts. I swim a few laps of the pool and swim over to you. I swim under water right up next to you and brush up against you as I come up out of the water. Water is pouring off my face as I open my eyes. It didn’t take you long to get your energy back. I think you have plans for me ;)

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You grab me by the hips and lift me up onto the edge of the pool just beside the waterfall. You spread my legs and dive in. You know how to tease me. Starting at my inner thigh and working my way close to my pussy but not actually touching me. Then back to the other side, starting at the inner thigh and working your way up and down. I am going crazy! You look up and watch as I pinch the nipples on my breasts. Even tho its warm out my body has goosebumps from the slight breeze that blows across your desk. I put one foot up on the side of the deck and scoot my bum closer to the edge, giving you a better view.  And the teasing stops, with one fast motion you lick my entire pussy. From back to front and all the way to the top, stopping only when you reach my clit to suck on it. I gasp. Fuck me that feels soooo good. Oh god please don’t stop. I sit up and watch as you spend your time nibbling, sucking and fingering my pussy.  You know I like it when you have two fingers in me. Your palm up curling your fingers to press on my gspot. Oh my god that feels so good, your face is buried in my pussy. My hands are busy playing with my tits. Heaven! Short moans escape my mouth, oh god yes… don’t stop. Your so good at that, oh god please suck me harder. Push your fingers in just a little more. I’m close to cumming. I grab onto your forearms to warn you that I’m close. You don’t flinch. Your tongue darts in and out of my pussy as I reach down with one hand to furiously rub my clit.  Oh god yes, oh god yes. I’m going to cum. I once told you that I am a squirter, I’m a little nervous if you are ready for it. You look up at me to watch my face as I cum.  Your fingers push deep inside, curling against the front wall of my pussy. You can feel my muscles start to contract as I rub my clit. Oh my god, Oh my god here it is. All of a sudden a warm rush of liquid hits your fingers. You pull them out and stick your face between my legs, lapping and sucking my juices.

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The next thing I know your splashing me with water. I sit up, look around. Oh my god did I fall asleep? No, you said it was only out for a minute. I was just really relaxed. I laugh and slip back in the water. We play around for a bit and head back up onto the deck. Grab our drinks and have a smoke.   I don’t even think about putting my clothes back on, its so natural to just hang out with you naked. You ask me what time I would like to head out for dinner.  I turn to look at you with a bit of a scowl on my face.

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“If its ok with you I’d rather stay in”

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You get up from your chair and come sit on mine. Ask me if I would like a little sun tan lotion. I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea, burnt nipples wouldn’t make for a great end to the weekend. You squeeze the lotion into your hand and start to rub it into my skin. You start at my feet, up my calves and past my knee. I spread my legs a little. Your hands turn into my inner thighs and back out… up the side of my legs and across my belly. You pour more lotion into your hands and rub it along my arms from my fingers to my elbow, squeezing my muscles as you get closer to my shoulders. My nipples are rock hard, my pussy is swollen, begging you to touch me.  I tilt my sunglasses down to look at you.

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“Stop teasing me”.

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You giggle and grab both my breasts in your hands. Full squeeze as you massage lotion on me. Stoping to make sure you rub it onto my nipples. I spread my legs wider. Please don’t stop. Your hands don’t leave my chest. I start to move my hand between my legs but you block it.

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“Uh uh, not yet” you say “Just relax and enjoy”Â

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You lean my chair back so I’m almost laying down flat on the chair. Your hands now moving across my entire body, still not going near my pussy. I close my eyes and wait, hoping you will touch it. By this time my knees are bent and my legs are spread wide open. My pussy is so swollen there is no way you can’t see how badly I want it. God please, please touch me. I feel a cool air, look down to see you gently blowing on it.  AAhhh your driving me absolutely crazy!Â

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“Lets take the rest of the tour” you say

“WHAT” I can barely breathe.

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You grab my hand and lead me into the house. My hand slips out of your as we are both very greasy from the lotion. Its almost difficult to walk my clit is so swollen, my pussy is so wet. As we reach the stairs you move to let me walk up first.  Each time I take a step you swat my ass. Gentle playful swat but firm enough to cause a spark. As we reach the top of the stairs I can see right into your bedroom. I start to move in that direction but you try to veer me away.  That’s it. This time I’m putting my foot down.

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“Get your ass in here now” I say. “You’ve teased me long enough, I need to feel you inside of me”Â

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I grab you and push you into the bedroom. I make you lay on the bed and I straddle you. Now... its my turn. I start with gentle buttefly kisses along your body all the way down to your hips. My hands massaging your cock as I move down further and further. I let saliva drip from my mouth onto the head of your cock as I twist my hands up and down.  Mmmm yes, that it. Know you know what its like to want something and not get it. I want to tease you longer but I want to suck on you even more. I lower my head, brush my hair to the side so you can watch and take you into my mouth. MMmmm god I love this. I love feeling your throbbing cock in my mouth. Running my tongue up and down it, tracing every vein in you as my head moves up and down. Your head is propped up on the pillows watching me. After I have been down for a while I lay on top of you and slide my way up your body. My chest pressing against yours. As I reach the top of you I kiss you. Its been a while, I forgot how good you kissed.

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I straddle your body , reach behind me and grab your cock and guide it into my pussy. With both hands balancing me I sit down on top of you. Oooohhhh yes. I sit there and enjoy it, the full feeling of every inch of you inside of me. So warm, so wet and so full. God I love that. I keep my hands on your chest as I sit back up on my knees, then back down.  Up and down until we have a rhythm going. Your hands move up and grab my breasts. I lean forward and let you play with them in your mouth. I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you filling me up inside. Oh my god don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me.  Oh god yes. As your hand grab my breasts I ride up and down. You pinch my nipples and squeeze a little harder. I moan a little louder and move a little faster. You can feel my juices dripping onto your balls. I lean back and rest my hands on your upper thighs. You look down and watch, fascinated by the sight of your cock sliding in and out of my pussy.  I reach forward with one hand and rub my clit just a little. Oh god I’m close. Oh my god I’m going to cum again. I want you to cum with me. I lean forward, back so my hair brushes against your face. I lean forward just a little more so you can suck on my nipples again. My clit is grinding hard against your pelvis. You can feel the orgasm building. I sit back down on my knees. I look at you. Â

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“Are you ready” I out of breathe.

“Yes”

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I sit up and move my hips back and forth, back and forth. At the same time we both let out the most amazing sounds as our bodies are thrown into ecstasy. I sit back down on your cock. I can feel the warmth and wetness shooting inside of me. Oh my god this is the best feeling. I lean forward so you can suck on my nipples as I cum. Oh my god. Oh my god. Holy shit this is amazing. Every sensation in my body is on fire. I don’t want to move off of you, I don’t want this feeling to stop. The orgasm is just one big wave that I’m riding as I sit on top of you.  I collapse on top of you.Â

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You hold me for a bit as our breathing tries to calm down. Your cock can still feel the inner walls of my pussy contracting around you. I think I’m still cumming.  Finally I slide off of you and lay next to you. We roll to one side, as you scoot in closer and hold me. I can feel your breathe on the back of my neck.Â

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“We need a shower” you say.

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I look into the master bathroom and see the most amazing glass shower. In my head I’m thinking of how many ways I want to fuck you in there, but my body is telling me I need a few minutes.

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“Let me rest here for a just a minute” I say. “I don’t think I can shower in there without attacking you”

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(Part 2 to follow)