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Caro

By: zoemiller



"Spread yourself for me, caro."

Gabriella sits behind me, on the floor. She is still dressed, albeit just in a black nightgown and a soft-looking white cardigan. 

I came over late. When she opened the door to greet me her long curly hair was, hastily pulled back with a hairband. I could see the deep tan of her cleavage. The swell of her breasts dipped downwards underneath the sheer silk nightgown; she wasn't wearing a bra. 

I reach behind myself and grab at my cheeks, displaying myself for her. My upper body rests against the tabletop. The cold glass against my cheek sends a chill through my nipples and the tight muscles of my abdomen. Gabriella might still be dressed, but I do not deserve that comfort.

This, she decided, is the punishment for my catching her unprepared.

"Such a beautiful ass." Her voice is dark and dusky, but her manner is kind as her hand moves up and down the back of my leg. "Not just firm, but nearly hairless. Did you shave yourself, for me, or do you come by your beauty naturally?" I hear a soft rustle behind me, her shifting errant curls of hair behind her ear. "Either is appealing, in their own separate ways."

"I've never shaved myself," I say.

"No, you haven't," she says. Her fingers, their heat barely perceptible against my burning skin, trace against my still-soft cock, and brush through my thick, wiry pubic hair. "You are a natural man." 

There is a gentle press of flesh against me, between my cheeks, and I feel a rush of air, her inhale. "You have a very masculine odor, did you know? You've showered, I hope."

"I did, but... I rushed straight here. It's a long walk, and—"

"This is a subtle compliment, you could not wait." One of her hands squeezes around my flaccid cock and begins a slow stroke, her other gently wards mine away from my opened cheeks.

I loosen my grip and my tensed buttocks cinch against her pressing nose. Her cheeks rest against the flush skin of my ass and her tongue slowly extends. Just the tip, at first, but soon it edges into an elusive and tender kiss. My body shudders against the table, my shoulders clench. 

Gabriella's nails dig into my skin. Her breath is a heated wave across my hidden places, "You understand what comes next, caro?"

My hands, freed from exposing myself, grip the edges of the table so hard my knuckles hurt. "I think so..."

She stands, and moves away. I can't tell what I miss more: her soft embrace around my cock, or the soothing warmth of her tongue. "You do, I think, or you would not grip the table so."

Her heavy breasts pool across my back as she leans atop me, as if she could pin me by their weight alone. I swear I can feel her nipples, hard, through the smooth fabric of her gown. Her hips slowly grind against my upturned ass. I close my eyes...

"You are a good boy," she continues, "to grip without command. It means you understand what is expected of you. You are good boy, too, to come to my house so late at night, to come to the house of the woman who will not let you fuck her, but whom you so graciously allow to fuck you."

She gives me no warning other than the verbal. As one hand grips into the short hair at the back of my head, the other spears two fingers into my waiting hole. I grunt—with discomfort, more than surprise. My knuckles turn white. I swallow, and focus on accepting her inside of me. Her fingers are wet—slick with lube, not spit, for how easily she enters me. Just a bit of pinching tightness, just enough for the breath to catch in my throat, and then she is inside me.

"It is just a little pain. You will get used to it."

I do, but not easily. Her fingers sink into me up to their first knuckles. They test me, attempting to spread apart, the ring of my ass clenches, and resists, no matter how deeply I inhale. My body is powerless to stop her, though it surges with the attempt. Quickly, I hardly notice the pain at all. 

Her fingers, within and without, have worked me to an immediate hardness. My cock wedges against the underside of the table, my hips shift—not to escape her, but to provide friction. Even the cold, rigid touch of the table's edge against my burning erection is dizzying. My cock aches with need. I can feel the pulse as it surges with want. With each deep press of her fingers my dripping shaft spills its sticky need, wasted, down the front of its fat head.

She has not waited for me to adjust. Her strokes are firm inside of me. My body relents, accepting her forceful plunge. She finds my button, the walnut lump of my prostate. The moan that spills out of me is instinct, not thought, and my cock lifts, brushing itself it futile humps against the bottom of the table.

"You are beautiful," she whispers. Her teeth close around the rim of my ear, and her hips roll against my body, pantomiming the fuck her fingers are laying into me. My cock smears its sticky substance against the table bottom. It twitches despite my efforts to keep it still. "How long has it been, since you last came?"

"A... a week." 

"A week!" she says. "Was it painful, to wait so long?"

"Y-yes," I answer in my cock's stead, its frantic shudders inaudible beneath the pounding in my head, below the soft swish of her nightgown across my back. 

Her nipples, hard as ice, but warm as fire, trace sensitive lines up and down my tensing body. "Say my name, and I will allow you your reward."

It comes out in a rush, my head dizzy, my dick a seething column of ache. "Gabriella..."

She jams her fingers down onto my inner button and a strangled, shameful yelp surges out of me. My cock fires like a primed cannon, smearing its spunk in thick jets against the underside of the table. Wet blasts against the glass, a week's worth of orgasms spilling out at once, sticky bursts, everything I'd saved for her. 

Her body is still atop me, the whole weight of her heavy and unmoving, and I must bear it. My lungs struggle to draw breath, my eyes cross and relax, but still I can't see straight.

Her lips leave my ear, and she strokes my tender insides until, by touch, she feels my quaking is complete. My cock has softened. Its retreat drooling the scant remainders of its climax down my sack and across my thighs. I groan out my discomfort, and my legs tremble to the point of collapse, when she withdraws her fingers from my clenching tunnel. 

She presses small kisses between my shoulder blades. Her fingers, the ones that have so-claimed me, dip into the pebbled sweat at the small of my back, and stroke me kindly, until my breathing has slowed. 

"Did you enjoy this?" She asks.

"Y-yes."

"Did you dream of me, those nights when you did not allow yourself the pleasure?"

"Yes," I say, "always."

"Then I am content."

The doorbell buzzes. I barely hear it, over my daze—the ringing in my ears and the dull ache inside my hidden spot, where she has spread me open. She places a washcloth by my head.

"Here, for when you have found the will to stand." She wags a manicured finger between my eyes, adopting an uncharacteristically playful smile. "It is important to clean your messes."

She leaves me. I wait until my legs stop trembling, until my body loses some of its leaden feeling. I sit on the floor and wipe the washcloth at the underside of the table. The cloth is dry, leaving deep smears against the glass, hardly cleaning it at all. I lean forward, mindful of my duty, and do my best to wipe up the small pool of spunk my bursting cock left on the hardwood floor beneath the table.

"Please stand, caro, and greet our guest."

My shoulders cinch, my heart seizes all the way up into my throat. Without warning, my head begins to swim.

It feels like hours until I get the courage to look. When I turn at the waist, I see Gabriella, arm entwined with a tall man whose hair is long, black, and curled, like hers. He is dressed in black slacks and a blue shirt. His skin is richly tanned. His eyes are dark.

I stand, but gracelessly. My heart had yet to calm down, and the presence of another man now has it straining against my chest. On reflex, my hands cover my flaccid cock, instinctually converting the washcloth they hold into a loincloth.

"Caro! Your modesty is not appreciated. Reveal yourself, and then greet our guest as I asked."

"I—"

She turns to him, hair a wave of dark curls, a curtain that keeps her emerald eyes from me. "Sig. Jonathan," she says, "forgive his manners. As you can see, he's but a very young man."

Jonathan removes himself from Gabriella's arm and takes a step towards me. He smiles, and his deep brown eyes regard my face with a twinge of humor, the sincere, generous kind rarely found in Gabriella's countenance. "Youth is as ample an excuse for ignorance as any other," he says.

I let my hands drop to my sides. My cock is revealed once more, still dripping the last bits of its shuddering climax down my skin, the pearly liquid spread across my upper legs and thighs. I find my head lowering, my chin reflexively dipping, just an inch. "Good evening," I say.

"Yes, good evening," Gabriella says. "Soon to be a wonderful evening, I expect." 

Briefly, she moves to face Jonathan, but sways a lazy arm through the air towards me. "As you can see, my young man has been a very good boy for me, tonight, and he has been justly praised for it." Now turning to face me, Gabriella's hand reaches behind her, to firmly squeeze the obvious bulge in Jonathan's slacks. "Do you see what your feint at modesty has done?" She asks me. "He cannot help but be aroused by your state. You are a strong boy, but you are also a very bad one, to draw such a reaction out of an honorable man.

I try not to look as her slender hand, with its painted nails, encircles Jonathan's growing bulge, and urges it towards further stiffness. 

I nod, my neck stiff, incompliant.

"You did not say it, caro," Gabriella says. "And if you did not say it, then I can not be sure you understand it."

"I am bad," I say.

"But what sort of bad, I wonder?"

I tip my gaze down to the floor. "I am a bad boy."

"Yes, you are." She sweeps her nightgown close to her legs, and kneels before Jonathan. Even as Gabriella opens his zipper, Jonathan's eyes stay riveted to mine; they've never left me. My nipples harden in the cold air. I draw in a breath—a lustful one? a covetous one?—as she uses both hands to slowly pull him loose from his slacks. He is thick, turgid with need, his cock just a shade darker than the olive complexion as his skin. 

Jonathan parts his lips in silent moan as Gabriella's embrace his cock. Her nostrils flare and she sinks her head down onto his impressive length. His eyes droop to half-lidded, and his hand swirls gently through the hair at her temples. A sharp pain grips my heart.

"What are you envious of, caro? Is it this prick?" she asks, after she's removed her lips from his length, leaving the base of it stained gaudily by her lipstick. Her hand works Jonathan's spit-wet dick with careful motions, but she has eyes only for me. "You are no small boy, but he is so very much larger. How will you take him, I wonder?"

"What?" I swallow, my lips suddenly dry, my throat parched. "I-I can't—"

Her dark eyebrows raise with piqued curiosity. "And why can't you?"

"I mean I haven't—"

Her chin dips forward, spilling her luscious, curled hair across her face. "If you haven't," she says, firmly, "then you do not know if you can't."

Jonathan, still dreadfully silent, patient, quiet like a stone, roves his eyes along my body, and there is no escape but to look away, and down, to where Gabriella runs her nose across the length of his cock, and inhales his scent. 

"Are you jealous of my lips, as well?" That small, familiar smile of hers, tinged with playful sadism, edges her lips slowly upward. "They have touched his prick, but never yours. In my heart, that might stir a terrible envy."

"I'm not—"

"You are," she says. Her cheek traces through his thick bush, springing out from the fly of his pants. "But it need not always be so. If you are a good boy, an obedient boy, then perhaps you will know the touch of my lips, too, someday."

A subtle draft blows through the apartment from some open window in some other room. I shiver out my shoulders against the chill of the air running along my naked back. My hands clench at my side as my body remembers the shame of its exposure. My cock has retreated to just a little nub, hiding in its veil of dense pubic hair. My cum has dried and feels coarse against my sensitive skin. I bite my tongue.

Gabriella paces over to a large armchair, red and plush. "It is a good boy, who knows when to be silent. Here, come." After she sits, she tucks her nightgown up, above the crest of her round, full ass, revealing the thick and shapely curves of her thighs, and the teal of her panties already—and obviously—moist. "Sit."

Jonathan never seems to tire of his silent observation, no matter that his ravenous eyes have explored every inch of my body twice over by now. I obey Gabriella's command, though it's hard to move when even her words can drive such a weight into me. I cross the room in uneven steps to sit in front of her and rest my head against the inside of her leg, as I have done countless times before.

Leaning forward, her breasts swaying gently above my head, Gabriella extends her hand and pats affectionately against my tailbone. "But you must raise yourself to greet him, caro."

So far past the ability to look her in the face, I keep my eyes riveted on the deep, rich color of her legs as I raise myself to all fours.

"Yes," she says. Her hand cups my cheek, her soft and pampered palm rolling across my stubble. "Jonathan, be generous with the lube, and mindful of my boy. He is not as experienced as you."

I hear the squirt of liquid behind me. Soon I feel the embrace of Jonathan's hands around my hips. There is a warm pressure as his cock slips up and through my cheeks, slick with lube that his seething hardness smears across my skin. For a moment, I feel the touch of crinkled skin, his heavy balls, sway lightly against my own, which retreated up against my body as if they were cold.

His hands are callous and strong, not at all like Gabriella's. His hips rock against me. His hands grab me by my cheeks, squeezing them around his sweltering-hot cock, availing himself of my nervous tightness to build himself to further, firmer erections. With each thrust of himself through the makeshift tunnel of my cheeks I feel him growing larger, and he is already so impossibly large...

There is a slight pressure each time his engorged head swipes across my cowering entrance. But each time, it's just a passing sensation. I hold my breath, and for a time, he fucks me like this—against my body, not in—and I am almost able to convince myself that I can take it.

But when his hips lean into me with a true force, one aimed towards spreading me open, all the air I've been holding in my lungs slips out with a fearful gasp. "I can't." Scrambling forwards against Gabriella's body, seeking her protection, I say, "Please, I can't..." 

Behind me, for a breath, Jonathan stops. It's barely a relief: he's paused in fucking me, but still I can feel the pulse of his cock against me like a hungry viper, my body its prey.

Gabriella quirks a brow at me as she slumps downwards in her chair, relaxing her shoulders and letting her body unwind. "Do you not listen when I speak?" Her bare foot tickles its toes across my firmly planted hands. "You believe can not only because you have not." 

Gripping my cheeks with her palms, Gabriella guides my face between her legs. The spicy tang of her arousal is overpowering. I shut my eyes. The curled texture of her pubic hair presses through her thin undergarments. She is wet, deeply wet. Just the scent of her clogs my throat, and dizzies my head.

"See how your actions have enchanted me, caro." Her fingers hook behind my ears and guide my nose to the richest spot of her wetness. "Inhale deeply of my scent; you may use it to remind yourself of what you are."

The air is so thick with her aroma that I fear I might choke. I press my face against her. My nose delves deeper, wedging the soft fabric of her panties into her cunt. Her scent claims me as much as her hand, which strokes through my hair in soothing motions.

"Yes," she says, "drink it in. It is a subtle reminder of my passion for you."

It is not subtle. It cloys the inside of my nose. Jonathan's hips shift against me. It's the only notice I'm given before the fat head of his cock spears itself into my body. It presses against my tensed portal until my fearful clenching relents, and it slips inside, and past. I let out a strangled yelp, but Jonathan's cock is still, once it has claimed that searing inch of me.

"Relax," he says, "the hard part is over." His strong hands stroke across my back as Gabriella's had, and they are just as gentle as hers. His nails dig sharp lines into my skin, and my body lets out its tension in a wriggle. My stretched hole squeezes around his invading dick, but it squeezes not in pain or fear, but encouragement. 

He waits moments that feel like hours. The only sound in the room is the soft heaving of my breath as I struggle to adjust, but there is no way to feel comfortable against this fullness. His shaft is soft and spongy, compared to the toys that Gabriella has used to take me, but underlain with an unrelenting firmness like a steel rod. He is so hot that I fear it might scorch my insides, if he lingered too long within me. My shoulders seize. My hands dig their nails down against the hardwood floor.

Gabriella's hands brush eagerly through my hair. "He is ready. Take him, Jonathan." 

The thrusting is metered, but quick. Just two stabs of his hips and he is deep inside me in ways that even Gabriella has never been. I scream, and halfway through the scream becomes a moan. 

His hands grasp around my hips again, this time for leverage, so that he may slam into me more fully, stretch my body to the limit, and then to the limit past that, and then again, until I wonder if there is any limit at all.

Gabriella guides me to her sopping cunt, brushing my face against soft silk of her panties, made sodden by her desires. "Kiss me," she says. "Kiss me, and I will know that you understand your place. What's more, I will know you love me for it."

I press my lips against her slick dampness. I stab my tongue at her through her panties. Her body releases a convulsive shiver, her perfect nails dig deep welts into the skin behind my ears. She moans; Gabriella has never moaned, at least not in my presence.

Jonathan begins to grunt. I realize that I have, without any will of my own, begun to fuck my hips back towards his. His hand, pressed down atop the small of my back, forces me to bear his weight. He is an animal—the alpha—and I am his right. With each forward sway his heavy sack slaps against my skin, silently asserting his claim over me. My own balls sting with the assault, and my cock stiffens of its own accord, even through the aching soreness of my recent orgasm. Was that only minutes ago? It feels like hours, or even years.

"Would that you could see the blush on Jonathan's face, caro." Gabriella whispers, as if it's for only me to hear. "It matches your own quite nicely. And how the hair curls around his shoulders as he throws himself into you." She lifts her eyes. "Jonathan?"

"Yes?" He asks, between bursts of breath, in the fraction of a second before his hips plow back into me. 

"Is he a good boy, my caro?"

The world sears out of his throat in a coiled snarl. "Yes." 

"Is he a wonderful boy?"

Again, "Yes."

"Will you emit your need into his body? Will your prick suffuse him with your affection?"

"Yes."

"But my boy may need attention. Will you tend to him, with your mouth, after your own desires are suited?"


Caro



"Always, Gabriella," he says.

Her hand reaches downwards, to rub in small circles between my shoulders. "Caro?"

My voice is not as firm as Jonathan's. It spills out between his thrusts, barely a yelp. "Y-yes?"

"Will you accept his passion?" She asks. "Will you open your body to his emissions, and let him make you whole?"

Our bodies are soaked in sweat. I feel the dampness of the lube, diluted with our furious effort, slip down the backs of my legs. I cry out against Gabriella's twat. "Yes!"

Jonathan's hand at my hip tucks under my clenched stomach. His fingers brush against the edges of my bush. My cock sways upwards against his knuckles, as if it were begging for his attention. I no longer need to fuck myself back against his thrusts, he has gripped me so firmly that all he needs to do is tense the muscles in his arms and my body complies, hurling it so hard against him that I feel his bristling, masculine fur tickle against my exposed fuckhole. 

Gabriella chuckles. I sense her smile, in the way her hands squeeze my body. "Then say please."

I choke it out. "Please!"

"Oh, but Jonathan may not understand your request, caro. You must say 'please fill my waiting hole with your searing, masculine cum."

"Please!" I scream, so loud the people in the apartment next door must hear me, even at this late hour. "Please fill my waiting hole with your searing..." 

Jonathan's hips have not slowed even a hint. His slamming throws me forward, thrusting my face into Gabrielle's soft, plush stomach. I am parted from her cunt. My nose tucks up under her nightgown and dips into her bellybutton, the small crevice dappled with sweat. I sob out from the pain of his aggressive use and from, beneath that, the pleasure of it.

Gabriella's finger curls through my hair. "But you must finish, or he may not."

"Please," I can only stand whimper those final few words, the sound muffled, my lips hiding themselves against her giving flesh. "...your masculine cum!"

Jonathan grips me under my arm and drags me upwards. I am face to face with Gabriella, whose mouth holds a bemused smile. She is pinching at one of her nipples, exposed and evident under her nightgown. Jonathan's teeth gnash against the side of my neck, and I tilt my head to give him access. He stabs into me now with a frantic and jerking pace. Vertically, he thrusts, again, and again, and then...

A white-hot wash stretches me almost to bursting. His cum is like a fire inside of me, and I can barely discern the heat it imbues in my loins from the swelling sensation of my guts stretching to accommodate the massive load spewed from his massive cock.  

I cry out in anguish, and my own cock spasms in reply, spraying its own load—weak, compared to my first, and undeniably small, compared to the gallons of spunk that Jonathan unleashes into body—across Gabriella's legs, where it slides down her smooth skin in sticky rivulets.

I pant, and pant, and pant, but no amount of breathing can ease the overfull feeling of another man's spunk trapped inside my body. Jonathan's hands embrace my chest. His lips kiss away the sweat and anxiety from my shoulder. His hips rock against me, but his orgasm is long-since finished. I can feel his cock slipping and receding, until it finally pulls itself from me with a sticky jerk and rolls across the inside of my firm buttocks. My arms are limp at my sides. My body slumped, but for Jonathan's hands holding it up, I can barely even think to keep my head raised.

Gabriella casts her eyes downwards, to observe my streaming, barely hard cock, and the feeble load I have spread across her perfect skin. My cum drips off of her body like runny icicles and leaves dappled sploches on the hardwood.

"It seems we will not require your exquisite tongue, Jonathan."

Jonathan's strong chest blooms and falls against my back, tickling my body with the silky material of his shirt. "Then I am disappointed," he says.

"There is no room for disappointment, Sig. Jonathan, not after the wonderful display you boys have shared with me." Gabriella's soft palm embraces my cheek, turning my gaze to her. "Can you stand, or do you need time to recover?"

"I-I can stand..." I say, though barely, as Jonathan's returning kisses against my neck throw electricity through my dazzled brain.

"Then stand, and recuse yourself to the toilet. As you sit, you may think about the feeling of Jonathan's expressive fluids slipping out of your body, and the passion they represent. The passion your lovely body drew out of him, and the passion you both drew out of me." 

Her hand draws soft lines across my cheek. I tilt my head with need for her affection. "I will tend to your messes, just this once, and then I will see to Jonathan's needs, should he have any remaining."

I pull myself to my feet on legs like jelly, risking a furtive glance at Jonathan, who spares me a wink before he rights himself. His large hands tuck his swollen and dripping cock into his slacks before he stands. As I hasten away I try not to think too hard about the fire that burns across my cheeks, or about the heaving of my chest that will not recede.

I turn back to look before exit the living room. Jonathan has stepped forward, so that he can wrap his fingers around the back of Gabriella's neck and draw her into a deep kiss. Her lips part, and her eyes close. She reciprocates eagerly, and I would pay more mind to the ache of jealousy in my gut if the spill of Jonathan's seed down my body did not compel me to the bathroom.

***

Thanks so much for reading Caro! If you liked this story (or even if you didn't!), please feel free to rate it, comment on it, or reach out to me with feedback. :)

~Zoh



Carol



Slowly but surely I am writing the chronicle of my life. I am writing this as much for myself as anyone else. I am an older man now, I work as a Massage Therapist, and teach massage at a local college. To help make sense of this story, you may wish to read the "Patti" series first.

When the wild Party at my house degenerated into nothing less than a full-blown orgy, my life changed. I finally made love with Carol that night, and it was "right!"

Carol and I grew up together, we picked on each other as children. She seemed to hate me early on, but we were always together. It grew to us holding hands on the bus, she was my first kiss. Everyone, the entire family, friends, all of them just assumed we would end up man and wife.

But I married Patti....

Patti was a natural Redhead, sexuality oozed out of her, men drooled at the sight of her. She knew it, too, and she dressed to make it known she was pure sex! We were in the back seat of my old Chevy on the very first date, and from then on it was everywhere, constant. Carol took my marriage in stride, if she was hurt, it didn't show. But whenever I saw her, she would give me that look, and the slow smile. It was like the sun came out!

Patti and I fought like cats and dogs, and screwed constantly. 

And Patti was jealous of Carol, even though in all the time growing up, Carol and I had done little more than sneak a few kisses.

The night of the Party, I saw Patti with Carl, and it didn't bother me at all. But when Carol and Darin were together, I felt a pang of jealousy, I knew it should have been me. Carol went and showered, and I joined her on the beanbag chair. As we touched, and began our lovemaking, something happened. We joined, and it was perfect, we fit. I knew right then my marriage to Patti was a mistake.

Patti left me soon afterwards, it was an easy separation. There was no point in making a fuss, she knew and I knew that all we had was sex. I married Carol just a few months later.

How do I explain this union? The best description I can think of, is put on a new pair of shoes that fit like they have been on your feet for years! Carol was like that. If I was thirsty, she would look at me, get up and go get me a drink. She knew every single thought in my head. During the 5 years we were together, we never had a single argument. Our lovemaking was always intended to give the other maximum pleasure.

Carol knew about my voyeuristic tendency, too! There was no shyness in her at all, she would note that I spotted a likely candidate to give a peek to, and she would figure out some way to flash them. There were literally hundreds of incidents, but one of the best ones comes right to mind.

We were out at a local park, sitting on a bench. The bench and table were elevated above the pathway, anyone walking by had to actually look upwards slightly to see us. As we sat there enjoying the day, and the warm sunshine, a young park attendant came working his way down the path. He had one of those paper spears, and a carry sack, just wandering along cleaning up. Carol hopped up on the table, since she was facing into the evening sun, this was almost like shining a light up her soft dress.

As the young man neared, he glanced up at us. I saw the reaction as he realized he could see all the way up Carol's dress, and there were no panties! But then there never were. He slowed, then looked at me in nervousness. I smiled and said "Hi", adding some drivel about nice day.

I glanced at Carol, from my vantage point I could almost see all the way, I knew the young man had a clear and complete view. Carol reached down and absentmindedly rubbed her leg, opening them a bit more and moving the skirt even higher in the process. By now the guy realized he was getting a show, and he was staring up Carol's dress. The sun was shining in there, it was like floodlights, there was nothing to miss! I stepped down to the walkway, and looked up at the view. Carol grinned and lay back on the tabletop, looked right at the two of us, and slipped her skirt up to her waist. Then she slid her hands down each leg, and opened up all the way! Her pussy popped open, just as I heard a voice say, "Look at that!"

I looked around, and a young couple had come down the path. At the sight of Carol, they both stopped and stared. I noted the grin on the guy's face, and the smile on the lady's, and turned back just as carol hopped up and took off for the car at a dead run! I grabbed our blankets and cooler, and took off after her. We made it to the car, hopped in the back seat and got it on right there in the parking lot!

Our whole life was like that, amazing, perfect for each other. 

One morning she headed out the door to run to town for a few items, a trip she had made a hundred times. Just six miles. An hour later, the phone rang and my world went black.



Carol



Carol

Reluctant? Definitely Not.

This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have. It's sort of like those old time radio shows where you have to use a lot of imagination to enjoy the story. This story should have enough facts for you to use your imagination to fill it in, and if you don't have any imagination it's just too bad for you.

Some of you have been e-mailing me asking for more stories that involve my wife Sue. Sue may not be the main character in this story, but she does play a significant role in what happens. Thanks for the e-mails I find they are usually a lot more informative about my work than the comments I get.

I have to thank Otakuboy007 for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. Although when I get my work back from my editor I always have to change something so any mistakes found within this work are mine.





It started one Saturday on my birthday as I was working on catching up on a few assignments from the trade school I was attending. I was going to be a pipe-fitter and the home assignments every day were a full time course in themselves. That plus the classroom time had me going at a pretty good pace trying to get everything done at school as well as the normal upkeep and chores around the house.

You might be asking why someone that's thirty years old is going to school. Ell the reason for that was I had been downsized out of my last job by my company being bought out by a competitor. Like all takeovers half the bought out company's employees were sent packing. I was thanking the deities that were looking out for me for one thing though. I was still young enough to change careers without to much hassle and that's what I was doing.

Sue, my wife of seven years, was out in the yard doing a few chores and getting some veggies out of the garden for supper and just generally staying out of my hair so I could finish. To celebrate my birthday she was making me a nice super that day and then had plans on giving me a great present afterwards. I knew her great presents involved a lot of gymnastics in bed, so I was at the table with my books diligently slaving away with a cock that was semi hard in anticipation. I tell you I sure was looking forward to the special present.

That day was a hot one, right smack dab in the middle of summer. The sun was out and if it wouldn't have been for that small window mounted air conditioner, the place would have been like an oven. I had stopped ten minutes before for a quick shower to help cool off and was sitting at the table with only my light housecoat on while trying to finish my school work. 

My birthday was that day, but there was a whole bunch of relatives invited out tomorrow for a party, so by the end of the day tomorrow we both would be worn out. That was the reason for the rush to get things done today so we could play tonight and do the entertaining tomorrow.

I was real close to finishing my school stuff when I heard one of our neighbours, Carol, pull in the yard. I knew it was her truck because she had a small hole in her muffler and her truck sounded distinctive. She and her husband lived down the road a bit and we all were friends. To cut a long story short that was stretching things a bit, because I just tolerated Ross because Sue and Carol were the best of friends, and had been since we all moved on to these acreages.

I could never take Ross in large doses. He was the type of guy that thought his shit didn't stink, and he was god's gift to the world. I don't think I've ever met anyone so arrogant, and it was obvious he thought women were put on the earth for men to use as they saw fit. He was constantly going on and on about his exploits at work and his mastery in the bedroom. He never seemed to tire of telling everyone how good he was.

I could faintly hear Sue and Carol talking outside and a few minutes later Carol came in the house. Like always she just opened the porch door and walked into the kitchen. Sue and Carol never knocked at the others house. They were too good of friends for that formality. I was sitting at the table with my back to the door and when she came in she just leaned over me and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me, "Happy birthday." I was glad she remembered, but then again she should because my birthday was just two days ahead of hers.

That peck on the cheek sort of caught me by surprise because she was never that forward, and it took me a second to realize what she had done. She immediately turned to go and I got up and followed her out into the porch. Our porch is kind of small and to get to the door you had to walk between closets on one side and shelves on the other. The door opened inwards and as she reached to open the door I sort of crowded her so she couldn't open the door.

Carol turned to look at me and I told her, "If that is what you call a birthday kiss you have to be the cheapest girl around. Why don't you give me a proper one?"

I didn't give her time to respond and laid a firm kiss right on her lips and held it for a while. She didn't respond negatively to the kiss so I kept it up. When I finally broke the kiss she said, "We shouldn't do things like that. I'm married and your wife is my friend."

"Nobody is going to care because if you don't tell them I sure won't," I said

"It's not right, and you should learn to control yourself better," Carol replied.

I don't know what got into me just then but I slowly lowered my head down to give her another kiss. Carol had her hands on my chest like she was holding me back as she softly kept repeating the words, "No, no, no." She may have been saying no, but her arms were giving way without any resistance. I got closer to her lips with mine and she was still murmuring those same words. "No, no, no." I could hardly hear her because she kept saying it in a softer voice every time she said it. Just before our lips touched, her arms frantically moved around my neck and pulled me in so our lips locked.

I sure wasn't expecting that. That's twice in just a couple of minutes she had surprised me by her actions.

This kiss was quite prolonged and as it got hotter she willingly opened her mouth so that we could play duelling tongues with each other. Man could Carol kiss! She was reacting like she wanted to devour me and when I tried to pull away she held on tighter. It was still a bit weird, because she was still trying to moan "no, no, no" in my mouth and her head was shaking back and forth in time with those moans but she wasn't giving up on the kiss.

Needless to say my body reacted to that kiss and my cock was soon hard as a rock.

When Carol finally allowed the kiss to finish the two of us looked into each other's eyes and she told me, "You shouldn't be kissing me like that, what would Sue think if she saw us?"

I told her, "There's not much chance of that because when she comes up the steps to the deck and then comes over to the door we would hear her, and have plenty of time to break apart." I knew that because there were more than a few boards on that deck where the nails were pulling out and they all squeaked like crazy. I had been replacing the nails with deck screws but hadn't finished the job yet.

"No matter, enough is enough, let me go," Carol said. I pointed out that I wasn't the one that was holding on and that she still had her arms around my neck. She turned red in embarrassment and giggled as she released me. As I stepped back from her my housecoat opened and my hard cock sprang straight out at her and was in plain view.

Carol naturally looked down as I stepped back and when she saw that hard cock pointing at her she gasped, "Holy shit I don't believe it, is that thing real."

"Yep that's the original I got born with." I glibly said.

Carol exclaimed in an astonished voice, "Sue has told me you were hung and know how to satisfy her. I can see now just why she says that." She continued that thought by saying, "You must be twice as long as Ross and a lot thicker. I didn't think they came that big."

I had to admit my eight inches were my pride and joy, and getting a complement from her like that boosted my ego some. After the way Ross had always bragged about his "huge joy stick," and his "manly capabilities" with the ladies and hearing what Carol had just told me, I now knew for sure he was full of it.

Carol made no move to leave and just kept staring at my manhood with the biggest eyes I have ever seen. I kept it pointed directly at her and in a bold streak I took hold of one of her hands and guided it to the object of her fascination. Again she started with the, "No no, no" I can't, and, "no this is not right." She may have been saying that but she was offering no resistance to me guiding her hand down between us until she was touching me. As she touched me, her hand naturally went around my cock and she alternately squeezed and released it.

Once she had me firmly in hand all she said was, "Holy cow is that thing ever hard."

It was the strangest thing I have ever experienced. Carol started up with her chant again with the words "No, no, no," and her head was shaking back and forth slightly in time with those words but she was frozen in spot and never let go of my cock. I pushed my hips towards her a few times and she took the hint and stroked me in time with my strokes. She was soon jacking me at a fairly good pace and her breathing got raspy as she got into it. It wasn't long until I warned her I was going to cum. She didn't stop. She was staring intently at her hand jacking my cock.

Without to much warning I came. I pumped four or five shots all over the closet door. After my cock stopped jerking Carol came out of her trace. She took a real deep breath to collect herself and told me, "That was something that we shouldn't have done." She sounded like she was a kid that got caught with her hand in the cookie jar when she said, "I have to go now." We paused for a short time as we just stood there looking into each others eyes.

I thought to myself that Carol had been full of surprises that day. First the kiss, and then she had given me a hand job. She may have started off acting reluctant, but she had ended up doing something I never envisioned her capable of doing. So realizing that, I wondered just how far a guy could push something like this.

I looked at her as I retied my housecoat and told her, "I enjoyed that, you have soft hands. I do think you had an experience you never thought you would have either. We both had an unanticipated thrill today, so let's just enjoy what happened just now for what it was, an unexpected thrill and just file those thoughts away to remember another day."

I figured I had nothing to loose by seeing how far I could get with her and I gave her another kiss which wasn't as hot as the last one we had, but still seemed to hint at what could happen. While I was occupied doing that, I developed an idea for me getting to enjoy Carol's body.

As we broke that kiss I told her, "If I remember right, your birthday is two days after mine so Monday is your birthday. I will come over and give you the same kind of Birthday kiss you just gave me, included the extra playing you did with your hand. I'm off this Monday so I will be over about nine thirty in the morning... Be wearing that red sun dress you have." I emphasized the next few words when I said, "And nothing else."

The reason I knew she had a red sun dress was that Sue and her had gone shopping one day and Sue had got a blue one just like it. Those dresses were a halter style dress but one shoulder strap was a tie that tied on the top of the shoulder. Below the bust line they were a wrap around style with a tie at the waist on the opposite side as the shoulder tie. If you opened both ties, the dress would literally fall off. I know because I had done just that to Sue in her dress a few times.

Carol broke it off between us and said, "Oh god I don't think I could do anything like that. You sure are pushing for a lot" She pushed me back enough to get the door open and turned and gave me a small smile.

I told her as she walked out the door, "You can do it...Just think how exciting what happened just a few minutes ago was. Imagine what it will be like Monday... Don't disappoint me"

She giggled when I said that and headed off. So I cleaned up the closet door and was just getting back to finishing my assignments when Sue came in the door with the veggies for supper.

"What got into Carol, she came out of the house and jumped in her truck without even saying goodbye to me," Sue asked.

I should explain something about the two of us. Sue and I have an agreement that some people would call an open marriage. It was almost that, and we did play with others some times, but it was mostly with the others consent. If we didn't say anything before something happened, we made sure the other was told as soon as possible afterwards. That was so the other person in our relationship knew what was going on, and that nothing was hidden. So I had to tell her what had happened and I told her what Carol and I had done right from the peck on the cheek to me telling Carol how to dress on Monday.

In an astonished voice Sue asked me, "She actually jerked you off? I didn't think she had it in her. You realize she may sound reluctant but I think if you pushed her she would gladly jump into bed with you."

"You wouldn't mind if I enjoyed your best friend's body?" I asked in a surprised voice.

"No I wouldn't. Besides I've had a few free passes in the past so now it's your turn. What's more Carol has told me tales of her love life with Ross, and I'm sure she needs to find out how good sex can be. Ross and Carol married with her still a virgin. Ross is such a selfish lover he only thinks of himself. When he wants sex he tells her to go to the bedroom and get undressed. He then just hops on and pumps away until he finishes, then rolls over to sleep. He hasn't made her cum once! So Carol has heard from us girls what sex is supposed to be like, and she sounds like she isn't happy about missing out on something that should be so good."

Sue continued in that vein by saying, "All us girls talk and when we talked to Carol about our husbands we all naturally told her how our husbands satisfied each of us. I told her that you were pretty good in bed, I also told her that the reason for that was because I had trained you myself and never accepted anything but perfection in the bedroom. So after all the girl talks I'm sure she knows she is missing out, and wondering just how to feel what the rest of us girls feel"

I could see she was trying to tease me and was pulling my chain again with that comment about training me, so I just ignored that and told Sue, "I can't believe I'm sitting her discussing me fucking my wife's best friend. I told Carol I would be over on Monday to give her a birthday kiss, after all she gave me mine, do you think I should try to loosen her up even more and give her more than just a hand job?"

Sue commented, "I knew she came in the house to give you a kiss but I didn't think she would get carried away like that. If you go over on Monday I don't know what she will do. But I do know after all our girl talks that she may be saying no to you, and acting reluctant, but she does want to experience something more in her sex life than just a quick bang. You may not have noticed and she may not have said it to me in so many words, but she likes you. I know she does just by the way she acts around you. She's like a little girl with a crush on you if you haven't noticed."

Sue then said, "Carol deserves to find out how good sex can be and you are just the guy to show her, But first my dear husband, all of this talk of you fucking my best friend has got me horny, do you think you have anything left after Carol jerking you off, and can do anything about my horniness?"

Let's just say supper was late that night but I did manage to finish my assignments for school.

Sunday Sue kept slipping in comments about Carol every chance she could, just to see if it would get a rise out of me, and when we got to bed that night she was openly teasing me as she asked me how I was going to teach her friend to enjoy sex.

Sue got serious for a moment and stated, "If anything happens between you two just make sure Carol enjoys herself. I would hate for her to tell all of our friends just how bad of a lover you are after I have told them how good you were. I would be embarrassing to have my friends give me strange looks as they pitied me afterwards."

The only way I got her to quit harping at me was to show her exactly how I was going to show Carol just how good I was.

Monday morning Sue was still in a goofy mood and teasing the daylights out of me. For an hour I had to listen to, "Are you going to show Carol what she has been missing today? I bet she will be after you all the time in the future if you do. She might even turn into a stalker, you never know," Sue said with this last silly statement with a silly grin on her face as she went off to work leaving me alone.

I was wondering just where this thing with Carol, if there was a thing, was going. So after straightening up the place a bit I headed over to Carols. I got there at nine-thirty like I had told her I would, and like normal just walked in and called to her to let her know I was there.

Carol had some coffee on when I got there, and surprise, surprise, she was wearing that red dress that I had asked her to wear.

"Nice dress," I told her in a conniving voice.

She sheepishly replied, "After the other day I've been thinking of nothing else but getting a birthday kiss from you so that's the reason for the dress. Do I really look good in it?"

I replied, "Not as good as if you weren't wearing it."

All she said was, "Oh my" as she bent to put my coffee down on the table. I couldn't resist and I flipped the back of her dress up and found that indeed she wasn't wearing anything under it. My unexpected action sort of startled her and she yelped as she jumped away.

"Do you always just flip a girls dress up like that? At least you could give a girl some warning," she exclaimed.

"Just checking to see if you were following my request or not," I replied.

She headed over towards the fridge and I followed close behind. She bent over to get the cream for the coffee just as I got behind her so I flipped her dress up and held it there so I could admire the view as I caressed her butt cheeks. She gasped and when she straightened up and closed the fridge door she was holding the cream and her face was bright red.

I took the cream from her and put it on the counter and told her it was time for her birthday kiss. She just stood there so I wrapped my arms around her and again slowly advanced my head towards hers. She was again starting with the "No, no, no, thing, but this time it was just a whisper. As our lips touched she again desperately grabbed me and she was totally in to it. Instead of me being the aggressor, she was the one trying to devour me.

I had to separate us a bit so I could attempt to undo the bottom tie on her dress. She was desperately hanging on, so I had a difficult time getting my hands down on her body. Whenever we broke the kiss she was right back for more, and she kept up her "no, no, no, thing she had going on. She may have been saying no but I'm sure if I would have tried to end it just then she would have raped me.

I finally undid that bottom tie and got her dress opened up so I could get at her pussy. As soon as I touched her pussy her body started to vibrate and I could feel just how wet she was. I slipped in a finger and started to stroke it in and out of her. She may have been fairly tight but she was gushing juice so one finger soon wasn't enough. I added a second finger and she started to match my thrusts with her own as she responded. Our lips were cemented together and her whole body was vibrating as she enjoyed what was happening to her.




Carol



Carol almost blew the top of my head off when she screamed in my mouth as she came. She almost collapsed on the floor and I had to hold her up "Jesus is that what an orgasm feels like? I've never felt anything so intense." She managed to gasp out.

I just said, "Happy birthday I hope you liked my present. Do you want any more presents?"

She hesitated a bit and then smiled as she said, "Give me a minute. Let's have that coffee before it gets cold." She retied her dress, got the cream, and we went back to the table.

We had the coffee and Carol kept looking over at me as if she was sizing me up. I decided it was now or never for the next bit so I got up and took our cups to the sink and when I came back I gave Carol my hand and pulled her up to me. Our kiss wasn't as desperate as it was before but there was still some urgency in it. I pushed Carol back a bit and tugged the two ties on that dress. It fell to the floor and I got to look at her naked body for the first time.

Carol's whole body turned red to match her blushing face. I looked her over and she looked pretty damn good. Her five foot four inch body was firm with no extra weight on her that I could see. She had a slim waist and her tits were a firm c cups size that didn't have any sag to them at all. Those tits were topped off with a couple of pink rosebud nipples which were rock hard just then. Her hips were about thirty six inches around, and her pussy lips were a red colour. That might have been caused by my earlier fingering and her pussy was still slick with her juices. All in all I thought she looked pretty damn sexy.

After having a good look we continued the kissing while we tried to take off my clothes. That was hampered by me trying to suck on those nipples of hers while we did it. Once we were both naked I spun her around and bent her over the table. I lined up my cock to her pussy and as I slipped the first inch in she started with the "No, No, No again, She may have been saying no but she was pushing her ass back at me trying to get me in her.

Carol was tight. She almost felt like a virgin. I guess that was because Ross's cock was only four inches long and thin. Her "No, No, No," chant continued until I hit bottom and that's when her body just exploded. She screamed as her body went into overdrive as she tried to fuck me to death. After she had three very loud orgasms I just couldn't hold back any more and filled her pussy with cum.

Two sweaty bodies collapsed on the table and we rested from our exertions. When Carol could talk she gasped out, "That was absolutely heaven. If I died right now I would die happy. I've never felt so thrilled in doing something so wrong."

We both took a while to come down from that experience and once we did we headed off to the shower to get cleaned up. Believe me by the time we got out of the shower we were squeaky clean and there was no more hot water. We spent so much time in the shower I was regenerated, and ready to go again. I took her hand and tried to pull her towards the bedroom but she told me, "Not in that bed. The table needs cleaning anyhow so let's really make it messy.

We got to the table and we kissed and then I pushed her back so she was lying on the table with her legs hanging over the edge. I positioned her legs over my shoulders and kissed my way towards her pussy. Again I heard the "No, No, No, chant but she added, "That's dirty don't do that."

I ignored that statement and as soon as my lips touched Carol's pussy her ass jumped six inches off the table as she shoved her pussy at my mouth. I sucked hard and found her clit with my tongue. That started her wiggling her ass around and the "No, No, No, changed to "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus." It took a total of two minutes until she was coming again. God once she got going it seemed she never stopped cumming.

When I stopped eating her, Carol lay there and it looked like I had accomplished my mission of showing her what good sex was.

"I've never had my pussy eaten before and that was wonderful. It made me feel absolutely wonderful inside. You still have that magnificent prick that needs to be taken care of. Fuck me again."

"I got something else to show you." I said as I spun her body around so her head was close to my very hard cock. "I am going to teach you how to suck a cock," I told her.

"I've heard about that but have never done it. I don't know if I can. Ross says that only whores do that and any woman of his will only be pleasured by his dick in her cunt." She said.

"It's easy,' I said. "I will talk you through it. First get you mouth closer... That's it, now lick it around the head and then lick it like an ice cream cone." Carol started off tentatively but once she saw I was getting in to it and she was doing something I enjoyed, she got bolder. That's when I told her to take it in her mouth. She did and I slowly started to trust into her mouth. After a few minutes she was doing pretty well.

When I was getting close to cumming I told her, "I'm going to cum soon. I want you to learn that swallowing a guy's cum is not too bad, so when I cum I will tell you so you are prepared all you have to do is swallow as fast as you can." It only took a few more minutes and I said, "OK here it cums" I pushed in some more as I exploded.

I will admit that when I had told her to swallow my load she did a great job and there were only a few dribbles that escaped.

We both needed a bit of a rest so the sofa in the front room looked a lot more comfortable than the table, so that's where we went. All Carol could say was, "I feel great how about you."

"Oh yeah that was great. I hope you now know what good sex is all about." I told her.

We spent an hour or so sitting on the sofa in the nude just caressing each other without saying to much. Carol did surprise me when she asked me, "Before you go, do you think we could do it one more time." As she said that she was stroking me back to life with her hand. I will say she definitely was a fast learner. Her mouth soon followed and there was no way I was going to refuse her offer.

That third time was real long as we took our time and just relaxed as we fucked each other. We started out with her bent over the back of her padded chair but by the time we finished we must have tried just about every position we could think of. I think the relaxing slow paced fuck was the best one that day, that's for sure.

We did finally get dressed and as I headed home she surprised me by asking, "Do you think Sue will let me borrow you again."

"Ask her and see what she says. I will be surprised if she doesn't set up a schedule." I told her.

I had another surprise a couple of days later when Carol did actually ask Sue if she could borrow me again. I never thought she would ask, and that Sue actually encouraged Carol to try new things with me. I sure enjoyed being Carol's sex instructor, and she was a willing student.

Epilogue.

Carol and I did hook up on a lot of special occasions. There was Labour Day, Remembrance Day, Halloween, Christmas, New years, Valentines Day etc. Then one day without any signs that she was involved with someone, she just up and disappeared with another neighbour, and left Ross wondering what had happened. So much for his mastery over the fairer sex. I kind of felt sorry for the guy in a way, but that feeling soon passed. Carol was never seen or heard from after that, and no one knows where she went to.



Carol



I was just sitting, having a drink with some friends when she came into the club. I barely noticed her except that leather is unusual there.

An extremely large woman, well over 6', but her chocolate colored skin contrasted nicely with the shade of blue leather she wore. Nothing extreme, to be sure, a tight fitting bolero jacket, white blouse, but her rather prominent butt was a strain for the mid thigh skirt. She also had large silver earrings dangling from her lobes, her eyes hidden behind wraparound sunglasses.

Sally leant toward me and said, "Carol, that's Esther, you are not ogling, dear. From what I hear, she is a bit dominant, so watch your step."

Thanking her, I continued our conversation, basically ignoring the newcomer.

The music was dull, and everything Sally, Claire and I had to say except for current problems of finding decent women for dating had been over a thousand times, so after another half hour I excused myself to leave. I gathered my coat and steeled myself to go out in the nearly zero weather.

Just as I moved past the bar to the door I felt a tug at my arm and the words, "Hey, beautiful, I think I can help you find what you are really looking for. I know I like that dark brown hair and eyes, and your ass would be just perfect."

I turned and looked into a pair of sunglasses. The nose under them was not overly broad, but the deeply painted red lips were full and stretched not so much into a smile, as into a leer.

"And just what might that be?" I said.

A cold chill ran down my spine, and not just from the blast of freezing air from the open door as a gaggle of curiosity seekers looked in at the "gay girls".

As though it was a cue, the big black woman leaned forward and, holding my chin in her hand, pressed her lips to mine. She quickly thrust her tongue into my mouth, driving my tongue back, near choking me.

A combination of surprise, chill from the open door, humiliation of the peering eyes and curiosity filled me at once. 

"Close your coat, girl. You're coming with me," she said.

My mouth opened and closed, and I zipped my parka-like coat as she swept off the bar stool and pushed past the crowd at the door which Brianna, the 6'2" bouncer was dispersing to allow us to egress. She threw her long leather coat over her shoulders and I followed.

She turned right, up Halsted Street, the garish blue lighting making the snow piled on the sidewalk an eerie color. I was hard pressed to keep up as I watched her hips sway under the long coat, her boots crunching the packed snow. She waited at the corner and took my arm in her fingers as we turned down Aldine.

Esther tightened her grip as we neared the middle of the long block and steered me to an incongrous wooden building set well back from the street. There were a few lights in windows, and a stout wooden door up five stairs. She opened the door without using a key and as soon as the door swung closed on well oiled hinges shrugged her shoulders and her coat fell to the foyer floor.

"Pick that up, girl, and take off your coat.

"While you're at it, get rid of the rest of your clothes."

I turned on my heel, only to discover the door had locked behind us.

"I have no idea just what you think you are doing, but open this door, I demanded.

"I am not interested in anything you may have in mind."

"Yes you are, girl. I saw it in your eyes from 30 feet away. Now get out of those clothes and be quick about it."

She darted her hand out and slapped my face.

I put my hand on my cheek...it was just a sharp sting, not really painful.

Esther turned and went through the pocketdoorway to the right.

I bent to retrieve her coat and found a mirrored hall chair with ornate hooks on the sides. I hung the leather coat and looked into the mirror. I looked like a bundle of fur and took off my coat, hanging it also.

My face was puffy and slightly swollen on the left side. I watched my fingers unbutton my blouse and unsnap my skirt. Drawing them off I also hung them on hooks.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I released the front hook of my pale yellow bra and watched distantly as this subdued woman's breasts tumbled free. Her hands rolled matching panties down to reveal a full winter growth of brown fur. I sat between the arms of the hall chair and removed my shoes and stockings.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard, "Get your white ass in here," from the next room.

When I hesitantly walked through the large doorway, I saw her, sunglasses off,, the softest brown eyes and longest eyelashes I have ever seen on a woman. She had removed her blouse and put back her bolero jacket, her pendulous breasts free beneath the tight blue garment. She stood with her thighs stretching the short leather skirt....I noticed, really for the first time, she wore knee length black boots with five inch heels. She must have changed them, it was impossible to walk through the snow in those thin heels.

Also, in her hand was a leather riding crop.

"Stand still, girl, she ordered. "Fingers interlaced behind your head. Let me get a good look at those tits."

I stood with my hands behind my head like a prisoner, legs parted, a cold shiver running through my body as she approached and trailed the crop over my skin as she tapped on her heels, circling me. She lightly struck me with the loop of the crop, on my left shoulder, my right hip, my left outer thigh. Each blow substantial, but not painful.

I had played this game before, but only played, with the full consent and knowledge of a former lover, Astrid. I had been the one in command, though, and that was only play, not the semi-menace I felt from Esther.

I winced and she bunched my hair in her fist, stretched my neck and whispered in my ear, "Not a sound unless Daddy tells you to speak, girl. Not a movement. Nothing unless Daddy tells you to do something."

I felt genuine fear now.

My whole body felt a cold chill. My mouth dried. What had I let myself into?

"Please, Esther, I don't want to do this."

"Bitch! Daddy did not give you permission to speak. And never, ever, call me anything but Daddy."

With that she brought the crop down on my sensitive nipples. The loop snapping and rebounding over and over until I felt a blazing fire.

"I know you. Some sort of lesbian hoi poloi, all gooey and femme. You need a strong hand, girl."

The diminutive stung worse than the crop. She had reduced me to subservience by stripping me of my womanhood.

Esther released my hair and my head snapped forward, I caught myself and moved my left foot to break my fall. Fearing the worst, I was surprised that this lapse did not evoke additional abuse, neither verbal, nor the now half anticipated leather riding crop. Fortunately, my fingers stayed interlaced behind my neck and I quickly recovered my stance.

When I entered the room my eyes were on Esther, and I had not noticed the devices scattered with a certain symmetry. I looked into the mirrored wall in front of me and saw in one corner a simple straight backed wooden chair, against a dark stained wood wall an "X" frame, ominous ropes suspended from the upper arms. There was also a wooden platform, and two saw horse-like things separated about two feet from each other. The most frightening, though strangely thrilling was an assortment of leather, knotted rope, and wooden whips and paddles attached to a velvet trimmed board.

There was also a table covered in a blue silk cloth, bumps and indentations hidden, but portentious.

My eyes refocused and I saw that Esther had removed her jacket, brown pendulous breasts now swayed as she walked to the table and slid her hand under the cloth. Her hand cupped to hide whatever she had taken out, she returned to me.

"Now, bitch, what do you want from Daddy? Do you want to suck on my pussy?"

"Yes, Esther, oh yes if that is what you want."

"You stupid bitch! Who are you talking to?"

Her eyes were on fire, and I quickly corrected myself, trembling, "Daddy! Whatever Daddy wants from her girl!"

She took my hands from my neck and wrenched my arms back and down. Somehow she found thin ropes, it felt like nylon cord, and quickly bound my wrists.

She stood in front of me, her booted feet pushing my legs wider. Her fingers found my parted labia and for the first time I realized how wet I was. Her three bronze fingers slid up and into me quickly, slickly. Her dark nippled breasts pushed my smaller ones.

I moaned, then she gripped her fingers against the heel of her hand and a sharp wall of pain overcame me.

I felt a sharper pain and Esther withdrew two feet, she looked down and nodded to the mirror. I looked and a heavy appearing clamp was gripping my engorged clitoris. I felt not only the grip of the teeth, but the weight tugging my engorged pearl downward. My eyes teared, and I felt a slap, "Daddy, did not give you permission to cry, girl."

What did she want from me? My mind raced, had I ever said anything, or even noticed her before? 

"I know what you're thinking. 'Why me?' Cause you are a stuck up lesbian whore, Carol, someone who uses women and discards them. Now it is you who will wonder when she will be tossed aside, discarded, thrown out. But that won't be till Daddy decides you are tamed."

She slapped my breasts, making them batter together, her big hands covering the entire mass. I fought back tears, determined not to let this brown woman see me weaken. I lifted my chin, defiantly. Esther immediately became calmer, she smirked.

"You are trying to play me, girl," the leather clad woman said menacingly.

She took my elbow in her hand and as she squeezed, walked briskly, so fast I had to stand on my toes to follow. My flesh was on fire from her slaps, my temples throbbing, my mouth dry. We stopped beside the closer of the saw horses and she pushed me forward, my waist bending over the rough wooden beam.

I tried to breathe but the posture made it nearly impossible to breathe normally, especially with my arms pulled so tight behind me. I felt my hair pulled into a braid and what felt like an elastic band gather it.

I winced when my head was pulled back and I felt a binding attached to the ropes at my wrists, holding my head looking forward. Esther moved around to stand between me and the mirrored wall in which I could see myself hopelessly bound. Holding her breasts in too small hands, she moved to rub the tips against my lips, teasingly. I tried to capture either, but she only allowed me the barest touch.

"You have to earn that, bitch, she hissed, "You will beg to suck my tits."

My head was jerked back as I felt the restraints pull my hair. I gasped, and expected another slap but Esther only laughed when she saw the look of pain in my face.

She had placed me so my waist was against the cross bar of the horse, the distance must have been measured between the two horses as my breasts touched only the air, but the second horse was touching at my sternum. My legs trembled as I felt the discomfort of strained muscles in calves and the backs of my thighs. Once more she moved, her booted feet pushed my feet to the legs of the horses and I felt, and saw in the mirror, as she squatted and quickly tied my ankles to the legs.

What surprised me next was that I felt her tongue tracing the outline of my still wet pussy, she breathed in deeply and forced the tip of her rubbery feeling tongue between the lips. Then I felt the sting of her hands driving a tattoo on my uplifted asscheeks. Right, left, right, left. Over and over, countless slaps. Stinging, open palmed drumming on my bum.

I tried to kick with my feet, but the bindings made that impossible, my arms strained and my breasts beat against the wood of the sawhorse as I felt the burning in my ass.

Her tongue returned to my pussy, driving in relentlessly. Then a repeat of her slapping stings on my vulnerable ass.

"Don't you dare cum, you queer white bitch. Daddy will be very angry if you do."

With those words a flood gushed from my spasming inner pussy The clamp on my clit was maddeningly tight, and as I felt a blinding, shuddering orgasm I also felt Esther's hand pull the clamp from my by now nearly raw nub.

I let out a scream. Crying and flopping against my bonds and the fire in my sore ass, my still enflamed nipples sore and throbbing.

"I told you, girl," Esther said with a menacing tone. 

"You still resist calling, thinking of me as your Daddy, don't you, girl?"

"You think you are too good to be my girl, my toy."

She then walked to the panel and took down a long supple wooden rod, easily 3/8 of an inch thick, but flexible.

She swung the wooden dowel through the air and then stepped to my left side. Her muscular arm rose and I closed my eyes, cringing before the first blow.

"No, girl, open your eyes. Look into the mirror. Watch as I make you understand just what you are, my bitch, my girl, my toy."

I opened my eyes and felt my lips quivering. Her arm rose again and in a flash of an instant the rod fell, slamming into my upraised ass, stinging, making my flesh burn.

As I watched and felt the grueling punishment I never thought anyone could endure, I also watched Esther in the mirrored wall, her lips curled in a sardonic pleasure, her ebony breasts glistening with sweat as she drove the rod again and again against my abused body.

She slashed over my asscheeks, over my thighs and calves. I cried and screamed. She continued until I lost all will to protest. I fell into a near stupor. I was disembodied. I began to see the two women as images only, separate from the reality of Esther and Carol.

The room was filled with a single repeated word reverberating from the walls, the floor and ceiling.

"DADDY, DADDY,DADDY."

(Purely invention. Please let me know if you found this at all interesting, and wish to see more. Also thanks to our editor, Marian, for catching the errors, as usual.)



Carol



Over the years, I had developed many friends through my hobbies of CB radio and auto racing. Many an evening was spent enjoying one of our coffee and bullshit gatherings that seemed to develop spontaneously. Someone over the radio would suggest meeting at a Sambo's for coffee, and, before you knew it, twenty, thirty people, sometimes more, would show up. 

Most of us also ordered something to eat while we were there. So, the manager at the local Sambo's allowed us to freely use his back room and help ourselves to the coffee. We were a sober, but boisterous, group. But, since we had the back room to ourselves, the restaurant manager didn't mind the noise. He often assigned his best waitress to work exclusively with our group. She, in turn, usually received a very nice tip from us. She frequently picked up a couple hundred dollars in tips for just a couple hours of easy work. Once we all had our food, she, more often than not, joined us. Due to the nice tips and fun atmosphere, Sambo's waitresses were eager to serve us. 

All but one, that is. 

There was one particular waitress who didn't like or appreciate us at all. She was an older lady who just wasn't up to the noise and bustle of serving so many people at once. She was also a bit on the crabby side. We refered to her as Granny Grump. While most of the waitresses laughed and joked with us, and returned our smart remarks with comments of their own, Granny hated our racket. She especially didn't like our self-help with the coffee. As Granny worked our group, she quickly became nervous, and her hands trembled.

Granny was indirectly responsible for my meeting Carol and her family. 

The fateful night I met Carol, she and her family had, for the first time, joined our CB group at Sambo's. Carol was a large woman. She stood about 5'8", and she weighed well over 350 pounds. She was married to Bill, also a large person. They had four children, two boys 6 and 15, and two girls 11 and 13. Carrie, the 13-year-old girl, was seated directly across from me at our large table.

As Granny served soft drinks and water to the children, a glass of iced water fell off her tray. Carrie, with a shriek, caught most of the cold water on her head and chest. Most of our group began loudly laughing after we realized no one was hurt. Nobody was upset over what was obviously an accident, except maybe Carrie. 

Granny, instead of getting a towel to clean up the water, just stood there. She repeatedly said, "I didn't do that!"

Being a natural born smart-ass, I asked Granny, "You have ghosts in here, or what? Oh, I know, the glass just jumped off your tray and onto Carrie's head, all by it self." I said, with just a touch of sarcasm. 

Wagging my finger at the offending glass, I said, "Bad glass! Bad glass!" The glass was thus duly admonished. 

I then teased Carrie by asking, "Carrie, why did you pour that water over your head? Is it that hot in here?" 

Carrie began laughing about her wet head with the rest of us.

When Granny didn't seem to be making any effort to get a towel, I took the initiative, got a towel, and gave it to Carrie. Carrie dried herself, and our evening continued. 

With his apologies, the manager quickly replaced Granny with another waitress. 

Over the next, few months, I became friends with Carol, and her family. They soon were joining me when I raced my car at the local dirt track. 

As it turned out, Bill was a workaholic. He put in sixty to eighty hours a week, every week, at his job as a machinist. Though he made good money, he was never available to his family. He was either working or sleeping. Only the racing seemed to give them an opportunity to be together as a family. 

After a while, I had begun attending the kids' sporting events and school activities in Bill's place. One night, Bill told me he appreciated my help with his family activities. Little did he know, Carol had been giving hints she wanted me to assist Bill in other family duties, as well. 

For several weeks Carol had been making comments and doing things that indicated she could be easily had. Comments such as, "I haven't had a sex life for such a long time," and "I wish I had a lover like you." She frequently asked intimate questions about my activities with my dates. Whenever she passed by me, she always let a hand brush my back or my ass. 

One Friday night, after a tough evening at the race track, we went back to Bill and Carol's home, and I had a few drinks. Neither Bill nor Carol drank that night. Bill was getting ready to return to work. He said they had a rush order to get out. Carol convinced me I had been drinking too much to drive home, and suggested I stay there. She said I could sleep on their couch. Before leaving for work, Bill also told me I should stay. 

They were probably right. I had consumed a good deal of alcohol. Very soon after that, I removed my clothes under the blanket Carol had provided, I had dozed off. I was fast asleep even before Bill left for work.

The next thing I knew, Carol was on her knees in front of the couch, kissing all over my face, and rubbing my flat, hard belly. My job helped keep me in excellent condition. As I slowly awoke, I noticed Carol had changed into a white, see-through, nightgown. I could easily see her huge tits. 

With a smile, I asked, "Carol, what are you trying to do?" 

Just above a whisper, she answered, "I've wanted you for a long time. Will you make love to me?" She then passionately kissed me.

Without saying a word, I reached out and cupped one of Carol's tremendous tits in my hand. One hand was not enough for a boob that big. When I firmly squeezed her tit, Carol groaned, thrust her tongue into my mouth, and let her hand slide down to cup my balls through my underwear. 

When we broke our kiss, Carol suggested we get on the carpeted living room floor. There was no way we could both fit on her couch. Carol lay on her back, and I simply rolled off the couch, and gently landed on top of her fat-bloated body. 

In short order, Carol's nightgown had been pulled off her shoulders and arms exposing her massive tits. Her nipples were already hard as stones and centered in silver dollar sized aureoles. 

I had come to enjoy big girls and their big tits. With the alcohol I had consumed earlier still affecting me, I massaged, sucked, pinched, and nipped those tits with a great deal of enthusiasm. 

"Work my tits hard, Baby," Carol instructed. "I like it when they're played with real rough. Just don't leave any marks."

I didn't leave any marks, but my enthusiastic attack of Carol's tits continued for quite some time. The rougher I treated her tits, the more Carol moaned her approval. It became a challenge for me to see if I could get her to admit that her tits were hurting. After about twenty minutes of rough attention to her tits, I took each nipple between my thumb and forefingers, pinched very hard, and pulled straight up.

With Carol's nipples pinched and pulled nearly a foot away from her chest, her tits looked like huge, inverted, funnels. Carol groaned, closed her eyes, and asked, "Will you please fuck me now?"

Carol had already raised and spread her knees. Her nightgown was bunched around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties. I pushed my underwear down to my ankles and sat on my heels between her legs. Her bush and swollen pussy lips glistened with her lubricating moisture. 

As I placed my cock's head at the opening to Carol's pussy, she said, "I am very fertile. If you cum in me, I will probably get pregnant."

What the hell did I care? She was the one that was married, not me. 

With one quick thrust, I buried my cock in Carol's cunt. With a gasp, she lifted her ass off the floor to meet my thrust. Her pussy was a little on the sloppy side. I guess four kids can do that to a pussy. 

Even though Carol's pussy wasn't as tight as it could have been, she sure used it enthusiastically. After my initial entry, she seemed to take over. She pulled me down to her chest and bucked like a rodeo horse. Her level of athletic activity surprised me. All I had to do was keep a firm grip on her tits as handles, hang on, and enjoy the ride. As her orgasm approached, she pulled the blanket off the couch, held it tightly to her mouth, and muffled her voice as she yelled, "I cuming!"

With one final thrust, Carol held her ass, and me, off the floor as her orgasm engulfed her. With a broad smile on her face, she slowly lowered her ass back to the floor. 

Only then, did I begin to stroke in and out of Carol's cunt. When I told her I was getting close to cuming, Carol held me tightly. In a serious voice, she again said, "You can cum in me if you want, but I will probably get pregnant."

A few more deep thrusts, and I pulled out of Carol's pussy. I dumped my load on her bush and belly.

As I rolled off Carol, she brought a hand down to the puddle of warm cum on her abdomen. She spread my cum all over her belly, then put her fingers to her lips, and licked them clean. 

As she pulled her fingers from her mouth, she said, "Mmmmmm! Get back on the couch, Baby." 

I did, and Carol proceeded to carefully and thoroughly lick my cock and balls clean. When she finished, she kissed me and headed off to her bedroom for the night.

Saturday morning, nothing was said about our late night adventure. However, even her kids noticed Carol was in a very good mood. When Bill came in from work, she greeted him with a kiss and served him his breakfast.

Over the next several months, Carol, her family, and I continued spend time together. Whenever I wasn't working, or didn't have a date, I would frequently hang out at their place.

When a big late-model dirt track race was scheduled in Tucson, Arizona, I asked Carol and her family if they wanted to go with me. I would not be driving but watching from the stands. 

It was a day race, and as usual, Bill had to be at work that evening. He had to be at work before we would be able to get back to town. He did, however, encourage Carol and the kids to go with me. 

The drive down was uneventful. During the race, Carol would sneak pats to my ass whenever the kids weren't looking. I was thinking I would probably get some pussy from her when we got home later that night.

After the races, we stopped for a bite to eat, then headed toward home. Dusk was rapidly approaching as we traveled north on the interstate. It had been a long day, and, with their bellies full, all four kids were soon fast asleep in the back seat of my car. Carol reached back and lightly touched each one. 

When she was satisfied they were all soundly sleeping, Carol slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. She got no response. She placed her hand on my crotch and kissed my lips. My eyes never left the road. She asked, "Does anything disturb you while you're driving?"

"No! I answered. "I consider myself a better driver than most people on the road, and I consider paying attention critical to what I'm doing. Knowing what's going on all around me keeps me alive on the race track and the freeway."

She said, "I'll bet I know something that will distract you a little. Let me show you."

With that, Carol unzipped my pants, reached in, and took my semi-erect cock out. With a final glance at her kids, she twisted in the seat and lay in my lap, facing my cock. No easy task for a gal her size. 

I ran the power seat back so her head wouldn't interfere with the steering wheel. 

Carol began by slowly licking up and down the under side of my cock. In the mean time, she unhooked my belt and loosened my pants. That gave her unobstructed access to my cock and balls. By then, I had a full erection. 

After several minutes of licking, a drop of pre-cum had appeared on the head of my cock. Carol very slowly ran her tongue over and around the top of my cock's head and lapped up the pre-cum. She then took just the head of my cock into her mouth. 

I gently stroked the short brown hair on the back of her head. I still hadn't let my eyes leave the road. 

Carol swirled her tongue around my cock's head several times. She then proceeded to slowly take my shaft into her mouth. Her tongue continued swabbing the shaft as she took my cock's head to the back of her mouth then pulled up. When she again had just my the head in her mouth, she immediately started back down. She repeated the process over and over without hesitation. All the while, her mouth maintained a nice firm suction, and her tongue never stopped swabbing me.

After several minutes of Carol's treatment, I whispered to her. "I'm about to cum." I tensed, lifted my hips, and began pumping my load deep into her mouth. 

Carol took me to the back of her mouth and started swallowing as fast as she could. She swallowed every bit of my cum. She didn't let a single drop escape her mouth. When I had finished cuming, Carol licked me clean, gave my cock's head a lip-smacking kiss, and sat up. In the last fading light of the day, I could see a big grin on Carol's face. 

Looking at her grin caused me, for the first time that day, to take my eyes off the freeway. 

"You really don't let anything break your concentration when you're driving, do you?" She asked.

"Nothing!" I replied, as I reached over and firmly pinched her left nipple.



Carol



Unless you live in Beverly Hills, or only kept company with rich friends when in school, there was always one friend who's house you'd visit that was on a lower socio-economic level from the rest. Sometimes this establishment would be grouped together with other homes like it; not necessarily in the "bad part of town" or on the "other side of the tracks" as the cliché goes, but rather a certain street where the housing wasn't up to par with the rest of town. 

In my town, these houses were often older buildings, and were grouped together. Yet, they were still in a nice part of town. Let me say that the whole town was nice--just not every home. 

Mark lived in one of them. A medium sized ranch, the color of mud, but highlighted with white shutters. Mark had four other siblings, and I often wondered why some parents would opt for so many kids, when they clearly could not afford that kind of lifestyle. Mark had two younger sisters, and two older brothers. He was right smack dab in the middle of the family circus.

And boy what a circus it was.

Sleeping over Mark's house as a teenager was always a learning experience. Baby screaming dog barking, brothers arguing, and every room was often a disaster; the floor littered with toys, backpacks, and sometimes just plain trash.

But the worst was when the father would arrive late at night in a drunken state. I almost never saw him when I was there, as he was a trucker and was away from home so frequently. But the few times he did come home, I'll never forget. 

He was violent. The kind of guy you could tell was dangerous just by looking at him. Dark, hallowed circles under his eyes, scruffy cleft chin, unkempt hair, and he smelled of booze and cigarettes. 

He would get in heated arguments with Mark's mother, and I once saw him strike one of the kids. To him, I didn't exist. He could of cared less about what other people thought of him. I was just a piece of furniture; a fly on the wall. 

And as suddenly as Mark's father would arrive, he'd be gone. His home, his family, merely a truck stop on his drunken ride through life.

I pitied Mark and his siblings, but pitied his mother most of all. And it wasn't just because of the father. Mark's mother was a kind woman, who was doing the best she could to raise her children in such a difficult situation. To her, I was a guest in her home, as un-glamorous as it may have been. 

Her name was Carol, and she wasn't the most beautiful of women, for she had the same beak as the rest of her family; the kind of nose you'd see on the statues of Roman emperors, but in a way, this made her look distinguished. Her eyes were large and cat-like, but looked tired, her hair, brown and straight, never seeing the inside of a salon.  But she had prettiest mouth I had ever seen; full, pouting lips that needed no lipstick to accentuate.

And her body. 

Her body was in a word: voluptuous. Clearly, Carol needed hips to give birth to five children, and breasts that could feed them. And she did. She had breathtaking curves, and years later, as the "ideal woman" became a stick figure, I would think back to the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Mark's mother. They had the bodies of Greek goddesses. 

To say I lusted after Carol was an understatement, but this feeling had to develop over the years as I grew through adolescence. I think it is safe to say that the first women boys tend to fantasize are older women: teachers, maids, the mom's of best friends. Years later, when I was almost out of college, a very close friend of mine admitted to me that he had had a crush on my own mother! This, he would not of told me if it were not for the alcohol stupor he was in, and I forgave him. But I had never had those thoughts for my own mother. It was always Mark's mom that filled my thoughts. 

As I slept on Mark's couch, and could hear Carol drawing her bath, as she was accustomed to doing, I would allow myself to paint these thoughts. Carol must have taken long hot baths to relieve her stress, after everyone had gone to bed, and it was this image that obsessed me; the image that was right down the hall and through the bathroom door. 

So close, yet so far.

I would fantasize about bathing with her. Seducing Mark's mother, or being seduced by her. I did not much care which way, only that it would happen. Just to be with her in that bathtub sent my heart racing, and my cock hard. To see those large naked breasts, glistening in the hot water… 

Staying over Mark's house was torture. But I was sadomasochistic in my torture. To add to this pain, one of Mark's older brother was a collector of nudie magazines, but not the innocent pages of Playboy with an article here, a breast there. Mark's brother Dan had stacks of Penthouse and Hustler, and these were my first introductions to porn. In the days before the internet, these magazines stuffed the pants of millions of boys who were either too young or too embarrassed to pay for them. 

But Dan had such a collection, I assumed he had subscriptions. Some of the publications were smaller than Penthouse and Hustler; magazines that could fit right in your back pocket, and covers so explicit, that a store would never shelve them. These were my first images of women with long eyelashes, sucking on huge cocks; guzzling down their cum with giddy satisfaction. To be honest, the images both repulsed me and excited me at the same time.  

As I grew older, I became more confident with myself. This didn't mean I was ready to get in the way of Carol and her husband. I would only have done that if I wanted a quick death. What it meant was this: Now that I was eighteen, I was determined to take a bath with Mark's mother. But wait. Wouldn't that also be a quick death at the hands of Mark's father if he found out? It was a chance I was willing to take. 

This would clearly have to be a night when I knew for certain her husband would be gone for weeks. I also chose a night when I knew that where would be less people in the house all together. When the night I chose to act upon my fantasies came, only Mark and his little sister were home. His other sister and both brothers were at other friend's homes. 

Mark often fell asleep early and was such a heavy sleeper, you needed an alarm to wake him. This was also in my favor. 

As Mark began to snore around quarter past ten, I began to hear the bath water. I waited patiently at the end of the hall, wearing only my boxers, my heart sprinting in my chest, and my body trembling with excitement and anxiety. 

When I heard Carol leave the bathroom and enter her bedroom again, I walked quickly down the hall, my feet creaking the old floorboards. Hopefully the sound of the bathwater would drown out my movements. As quietly as I could, I opened the bathroom door, stripped off my boxers and lowered myself into the tub. It was one of those old porcelain tubs that you see in classic movies; the kind of tub that looked like some kind of white creature on tiny white feet. 

But the creature was me. I was one horny little monster for doing this, but I fought off any hesitation to turn back. 

I waited in the tub as the hot water submerged my trembling legs, and then suddenly the bathroom door opened. Mark's mother looked startled when she saw me, bringing her right hand up to her chest to close the silk robe she wore. It draped over her body like cream, showing off every curve. 

"J-Jon!" she said. "What are you doing in here? I was about to take a bath!"

I didn't think at all and just started to speak, like an actor who had rehearsed his lines so many times, he can relate them without pause.

"I'm sorry Ca—Mrs.P. I didn't see anyone in here, so I thought I'd take a bath first."

"Well, okay," she replied, and I noticed her looking down into the tub. I was semi-hard. "I'll take mine after then."

But before she turned to leave, I spoke: "You don't have to go," I said calmly. "In fact, I'd rather you stay." "Jon, don't be silly, I…"

"Please?"

Carol looked at me with her tired green eyes. She looked sad and confused.

"I…I did have to use the bathroom," she said, like a small child.

"Go ahead." I said smiling. "I won't look."

She said nothing, and after a pause, moved to the toilet and squatted. As a gentlemen, I looked away, but could hear the sound of her tinkling. It made my cock tingle, and I could feel myself getting harder.

When I heard the toilet flush, I turned back around, just catching a glimpse of her crotch. She was unshaved, like I knew she would be. She was a woman.  I patted the water with one hand.

"Why don't you come in?" I said. "There's plenty of room for the two of us." But she shook her head in a silent "no" and left the room.

Dammit. I cursed to myself. I had made her uncomfortable. When the water level had reached my belly, I shut off the faucet and sank back into my own guilt. I closed my eyes, and almost fell asleep, but woke when I felt fingers combing my bangs. When I looked up, it was my turn to be startled. Carol had returned, and was sitting on the edge of the tub, running her soft fingers through my hair. Her robe was open slightly, and I could see part of her breasts. 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly.

"Doing what?" I asked innocently.

"You know I'm having problems with my husband. You know I'm often alone. You know…"

"I know." I interrupted her. "But I had to. I wanted you so bad!"

"But Jon, we can't!" she said. "You're my son's friend! He…"

"He's asleep," I responded. "Besides, it's just a bath."

She paused and thought about this for a moment. "You're right," she finally said. "It's just a bath." And with that, she stood and let her robe fall to the floor, and with it, my jaw. She was even more gorgeous than I had fantasized. The best way I can describe her breasts was when I had caught a soft-core porn film on television late one night. It was a European film; Dutch I think, with English sub-titles, and there was a girl with blond braids, with huge teardrop breasts. They didn't sag, they were just large and real, with big puffy nipples, and they bounced as she flopped on the bed.

Carol's tits were like those, and as she stepped into the water and lowered herself down, I was staring at them. By this point, my cock was rock hard, poking out of the water, and Carol was starting at me just as intently. 

Without saying a word, I moved to her, and although I was now eighteen, I became a loving child, cuddled her chest, and began to suck on one of her nipples.

"Jon!" she exclaimed. "I thought we were just taking a bath!"

But I could only muffle sorry. My lips were pinched tight around her nipple, as I sucked and slurped on her boob. Soon, she had wrapped her arms around me, one hand on my back and one on my head. So motherly.

"That's okay," she said calmly. "You can suck. It feels so good."

I reached up and cupped her huge breast, squeezing it in my hand as I suckled her. I nibbled gently and Carol let out a soft "ooooo" before I left and moved to her other breast.

She threw her head back and continued to moan. "After five children, you'd think I'd have gotten used to the feeling," she said. "But the truth is, I've always loved it Jon. I loved being sucked on."

Then I detached myself from her nipple as a thought escaped my lips. "I like to be sucked on too." I said.

"Oh do you?" she purred.

"Mhmm."

She gently pushed me back to the other side of the tub, and reaching beneath the water took my cock in her hands and began to stroke me up and down. My body shivered at her touch, and I felt as if I would cum right there and then, sending a torrent of white fluid into the air like a surfacing whale. 

"Have you ever had a girl do this to you Jon?"

I was embarrassed but told her the truth that I had not.

"You're so big," she added. "Are my son's as big as you?"

I gave her a puzzled look. "How would I know that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know what boys do when they're alone."

"Not that!" I said laughing.

"Well, I'd be surprised if they were this big," and gazing into my eyes, her lips inches from the tip of my cock she added: "My husband isn't this big." And then suddenly, my cock was deep in her wet mouth, her pouty soft lips wrapped around the shaft, her head bobbing up and down, and it felt amazing. Never had I expected my plan would have gotten this far, and I played with her hair as she sucked me. Her tongue slide around and up, back and down, and I lifted my knees up to give her a better position. My eyes flittered but before I could cum, she slid me out of her mouth with a wet "pop."

"Ohhh, please don't stop!" I begged, but she was pushing herself back on her side of the tub, leaning all the way back so that her nipples were pointing to the bathroom ceiling.

"I'm sorry," she said breathlessly, "but I want you inside me. I need your cock inside me Jon!"

I blinked and then attacked her, water splashing out of the tub as I blindly poked her belly and thighs with my cock. It was my first time.

She reached down and taking my cock in one hand, guided me to the opening of her pussy, and even though we were in warm water, I could tell she was extra wet. I penetrated her with ease, sliding up deep inside her to my balls. We both let out moans of ecstasy then, and she began to beg.

"Ohh yes Jon! Please fuck me! You want to fuck your friend's mommy, don't you?"

"Ohh god yes!" I moaned.

"Fuck me baby! Fuck your friend's mommy! I need your cock so bad!"

She was getting so loud that I wanted to place a finger over her lips, but I resisted. I need to hear every word she was saying, for it sounded as good as it felt to fuck her. I gripped her bouncing tits, which bobbed on the water like buoys. More and more water splashed out onto the bathroom floor as she reached under and tugged at my balls, sending waves of pleasure through my body. 

"Fuck me! Please fuck me Jon!" She sang, and I pumped my hips, feeling my cock slide in and out of her, the orgasm building closer and closer inside me.

"Cum with me!" she yelled. "Oh, please cu—cum with me!"

I could resist her mouth no longer and closed my lips over hers, kissing her hard and passionately. She returned it, diving her tongue into my mouth as I dove my cock into her pussy, and we came then.

She broke my kiss and arched her back. "YES! Ohhh…mmm…I'm….I'm cumming!" I grunted, feeling my cock erupt inside her, filling her with my sperm. Then I collapsed on her body, my head on her breasts. She stroked my hair with motherly affection, and after we had both dressed, we kissed.

"Can we do this again soon?" she asked sweetly.

"Every time I come over," I said, kissing her again, and I made my way back to the living room couch where her son Mark, my friend, still snored.



Carol



What can I say about Carol? She's a wonderful woman full of all the quirks that any woman would have, but there was something different about her.  From the very start, I was in love with Carol and I eventually became obsessed with her. This is a story about a man and a woman who were on a fast freight train toward disaster. It's a story about love, hate, blackmail and deceit. It takes place at a large brokerage firm in St. Louis, Crenshaw and Associates. Let's begin, shall we.

I first became aware of Carol one day about two years ago, shortly after she started working at Crenshaw. I would see her in the hall, she never spoke, she never even looked up at me as we passed each other. She was always the stereotypical studious secretary type, hair in a bun, glasses, the kind of girl that a man dreams of having transform into a raving beauty and fucking his brains out. I always like to fantasize about what Carol might be wearing under her ankle length skirt and her high button, long sleeve blouses. She would have been at home in a 19th century office environment. I would see her often as she walked about, head down, carrying an armload of documents to one department or another. She worked in Accounting, by far the busiest department here at Crenshaw, I work in IT.

I'm sitting at My desk one day, it's a boring day and I decided to do some server maintenance, and it's the day that literally changed our lives forever, mine for the better and Carol's for the worse. I'm doing a routine file cleaning and when I'm done, I have all these, non business related files to deal with. We usually just compress them and give them a label and a date of removal and send them to an archive destination that is reserved for that type of file. They remain there for about three months and then they are automatically deleted forever. I don't know why, probably just sheer boredom, I decided to check some of these out. I found various web sites, sports pages, even a few visits to porn sites, not too unusual. I was just about to quit playing around when I saw about forty entries marked, accounting/carolkline/yahoo/inbox. So, I opened them, one by one. I spent the next three hours learning the deep dark secrets that I'm sure Carol would have wanted to keep that way. I copied the files to a CD and stuffed it in my jacket pocket and sent the files to a location where I knew they would not be destroyed but they would also be safe from onlookers. I went home that day, with the CD in my pocket, not really knowing what I would do with it, but it gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling knowing it was there. 

I managed to keep this to myself, sneaking in and spying on Carol from time to time. She wasn't very smart opening her private email on the company computer, that just isn't safe, especially when you have perverts working in IT, like me. I read her private email every day, I had her username, I had her password, I had everything except Carol. That was going to change very soon.  She got a lot of letters from a man in Kansas City, his name was David but she called him Daddy. From what I got out of the emails, Daddy and Carol would get together about once every two months and have a great time. Daddy was into BDSM and Carol was his pet. The emails just after a meeting were especially juicy, they seemed to be more than willing to relive every moment in their correspondence. It got to the point where I could almost time when the next meeting was going to be even without reading what they wrote. But by far the most interesting tidbit I got was something about Carol, something that I would have never been able to see, had it not been for my vantage point. What I found out was that Carol was a guy. Yeah, you got it, a cock sucking, cum swallowing chick with a dick, a shemale, a transvestite, a guy with tits. God Damn.

I remember my first reaction to this bit of news was one of shock, I felt betrayed, jilted, that feeling you have when your best girl dumps you for someone who has a nice car. But at the same time, I felt drawn to her as I have never been drawn to a woman before. I can safely say I have never in my life ever thought of sucking a dick but somehow the idea of playing with hers and maybe even putting the fucking thing in my mouth became a fantasy for me. The longer the fantasy ran, the more I wanted it to become reality, I wanted this woman more than I've ever wanted a woman in my life. She became my obsession. I thought about going into this the conventional way, sending her a note, asking if we could have coffee together, and then eventually that might lead to bigger and better things, but Carol was a stranger to everyone. She didn't date, she rarely ate in the cafeteria or spent her break time with the other employees. To say she was a loner was an understatement of Guinness Book proportion. There just had to be a way.

I went home one evening with nothing in particular on my mind, my car was in the shop so I was bussing to work and back. The thing about taking the bus is that it gives you time to put your mind in neutral, take a mental breather. Then, in a flash, it came to me, nobody knows about her, they can't. She absolutely had to keep this a secret, and she would probably do anything to be sure her secret was safe. Suddenly I realized that I had the vehicle I needed to obtain what I had wanted for so long.  My plan to blackmail her was beginning to formulate, by the time I got home, I really had it all figured out.

The next day at work, about 9:00 AM, Carol got her first email from J C Cutter, an alias I chose to do my dirty work. I told her that I knew she was a guy and wouldn't it be awful if this got out, she would surely lose her job. It was a pretty simple down and dirty letter not really demanding anything, just something to get her wheels turning. 

Fifteen minutes past from when I sent that first email and she came right back, "Please, please don't tell. Do you want money, I don't have much but I'll scrape something up."

Of course, my response was, "Carol, I'm not the least bit interested in money." and left it at that.

I kept sending emails, more and more frequently. I knew she had a meeting planned with Daddy on the 23rd of November. I had a little over three weeks to convince her that it would be in her best interest to reserve some of her time on the 23rd for me. I was feeling pretty good about myself, being so crafty and playing this oh so perfectly. She was like a Stradivarius, perfectly in tune and what beautiful music we would make when we met. It didn't matter to me that she was doing it against her will, as a matter of fact, the idea that I was taking her forcibly only heightened the anticipation. I found myself masturbating six, seven times a day, just thinking about our night together. And of course, it was icing on the cake that Daddy was going to pay for it all. Poor Daddy, he's the real chump in this story, he just wanted his Carol and I robbed him, clever me.

So, I'm still riding the bus, it appears that parts for a 72 BMW are hard to find, and I have this thought. Carol had asked if I wanted her to wear something special for me and of course, I laid out the usual sexy clothing bill of fare that every man likes, stockings, heels, garter belt, short skirt. But I just started thinking that Carol really needs to start dressing a little differently all the time. So, I send her an email and I tell her the bad news. "Get some nice clothes, something with a hemline around the knee or higher and wear stockings and heels"

She writes back, "Please, no, the girls will think I have a boyfriend, or maybe worse, don't make me change how I dress."

"It's no use Bitch, I want to see you in a nice dress, something with a little sex appeal starting Monday. And I want you to smile and make eye contact with me when you pass me in the hall."

She writes, "How will I know you?"

"You won't, you'll have to smile and make eye contact with all the men, just to make sure." I also instructed her to be in the Executive Conference Room at 3:00 PM on Monday. I have her calling me Sir by now, just as a showing of respect. It's the least she can do, don't you think?  I've instructed her to sit on the table facing the web cam that we use for online conferences. I've told her I will call her on the phone and we'll have some phone sex. I tell her to play with her clitty and masturbate to completion. And the bitch did it. Up till now, I was bluffing, I only had her emails and she could have gotten out of that maybe if she was smart. But now, I had video, she was mine to do with whatever I pleased, and I mean whatever.



Daddy

"Carol, I just wish there was something, anything I could do to help"

"I'm afraid that isn't going to be possible, he is going to use both of us." 

"There has to be a way, let me think about it."

Carol and Daddy were reduced to only one form of communication that they felt safe that J C Cutter wasn't tapping into, Messenger. It was through these chats that a plan began to form between the two of them that would turn the tables on Mr. Cutter.

November 7th, Yahoo Messenger:

"Carol, My love, I miss your sweetness, I'm afraid Mr. Cutter is going to deflower you."

"Oh, Daddy, I will always be Your sweet little girl, I will never change from that when I am with You. I adore You and I always will."

"What upsets you the most, maybe I can offer some moral support?"

"I think it's the clothing, he makes me masturbate every day in the conference room while he watches me. He records it all on video. He makes me wear a new dress ever day, he says he likes to think of a benefactor for me. He's given me a lot of money to buy clothes and shoes, get my hair and nails done. It's very expensive to be fashionable, I never realized."

" Money? How much money has he given you so far?"

"Almost $3,000."

"Three Thousand Dollars!! Where does a fagot from IT get that kind of money?"

"I don't know but he puts it in my desk while I'm gone. Always $100 bills. He gave me $500 and then $700 and then the last time $1500."

"Carol, I'm thinking we may have found Mr. Cutter's Achilles' Heel." 

"What on Earth do you mean, Daddy?"

"Carol, think about it, he doesn't make that kind of money. He's a cocky bastard that thinks he can get away with anything. You work in one of the largest brokerage houses in the U.S. Put it all together, Carol. You work in Accounting for Christ sake."

"You think he's stealing it from the firm? I guess it's possible. IT guys are in the safe all the time, they have to change out the video cartridges in the security cameras."

"OK Carol, do you think you can get him to give you more money? Can you do this, Carol, you have to be the best actress you can be, we're talking Academy Award here. If he gets on to you, he might get violent."

"I can do it, Daddy, I know I can. But, even if I can find the paper trail, there's always a paper trail, it won't lead me to a person."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when the IT guys go in, they log in on a computer. They use a special pass code that doesn't necessarily reflect which one of them did the video maintenance that day. I won't know which guy it is, I'll just be able to find out if it's being done. I still won't have anything on him."

"OK, get him to leave more money in your drawer, get the documentation you need to prove someone from IT is taking money from the safe. Then sit on it. Put it in a safe place and bring a copy of it to our meeting on the 23rd. Until then, you'll have to be a good little girl and do all he wants, no matter how distasteful. When you meet with him at My motel room, you'll unload it on him. Tit for Tat, girl, he leaves you alone and you will keep his secret. That's how we have to play it. I'll make sure he doesn't get violent."

"Oh Daddy, You are a genius, I love you, Daddy."

To be continued: 



Carol



He heard her voice before he saw anything.

"Bubba, you son of a b.... Come back here!"

Ron knew that could only mean one thing. He quickly tied his little white poodle to a nearby bench and turned towards the direction of the woman's voice.

Sure enough, bounding over the top of the hill was the fluffiest, happiest golden retriever he had ever seen. If a dog could smile, this one was, running full throttle with its leash flying behind him.

Ron braced himself, opened his arms and called, "Bubba! Here boy! Come on, buddy!"

Hearing his name, the big yellow dog turned and headed towards Ron. Ron was almost knocked over as the large dog plowed into him. He grabbed his leash as Bubba wagged his tail, sniffed him and tried to jump.

"Down boy," he said trying to calm the animal, who was nothing but movement.

"Bubba!" the woman's voice called.

Then he saw her, running over the hill, looking for the golden retriever he held onto so tightly. She spotted the two, slowed her run, and started to laugh. What a beautiful sound, Ron thought, and what a beautiful woman.

Now we're not talking super-model standards -- not in the least. But to this sixty year old man, this was a beautiful mature woman; average height, short blond hair and tons of curves. He couldn't help but notice the way her breasts bounced as she trotted up to him. And her smile -- his heart started to race.

"Oh my god, you caught him. Thank you!" she said laughing breathlessly. He noticed a scent of lavender as she came close to claim her dog. Her laughter reminded him of bells.

"My pleasure. Anything to help a damsel in distress." Ron's blue eyes crinkled as he smiled at her.

One of the first things Carol noticed was Ron's silver hair. It made his eyes seem even bluer. He was few inches taller than she -- about 5'10", she thought. He was very much in shape, with only the hint of some middle-aged spread. When he smiled his face showed the cutest dimples. She also noticed the earring he sported -- very cool.

She was extending her hand in thanks when Bubba chose that moment to run around the two of them, binding them closely together. Ron's hands instinctively went out to catch her as their legs became tangled. Carol would have lost her balance if it weren't for the strong arms that gathered her up, and held her close.

"Oh!" she cried out as she clung to him, and started to giggle. "Um, I guess if we're going to be this close I should tell you my name. Hi I'm Carol, and this bad boy is Bubba."

They could not escape the closeness and Ron didn't want to. It felt good to hold her. It felt right, too right. He didn't want to move, but Bubba chose to reverse his steps and set the two free.

Ron stepped back a bit, but didn't immediately let go of her waist. The two found themselves just looking into each other's eyes, smiling. It took the barking of a little white poodle to break the spell.

Bubba yanked on his leash to check out the annoying pup. Ron acted fast and scooped her up in his arms. He turned to Carol, smiling. 

"Hi, I'm Ron. And this noisy, jealous creature is Chloe. Say hello to Carol and Bubba, Chloe."

Carol giggled and scratched the poodle's little white head, while Bubba jumped up and down, sniffing. "How do you do, Chloe?" 

Then, looking at the man she said, "Thanks again, Ron. I really appreciate you going out of your way to help me."

Ron smiled and nodded, not know what to say. As Carol turned to walk away with Bubba, it occurred to him that he wanted her to stay.

"Hey, um...are you still walking or is it time to get home?"

"No, we had really just gotten started when Bubba got away from me. Although it feels like I've had my workout already."

"Well, it's a nice walk to the lake, if you'd like to join Chloe and me."

Ron didn't want to come across as desperate, but he knew he didn't want her to leave.

Carol smiled. She felt an instant attraction to this man. "That would be nice," she said quietly. 

All of a sudden, she felt shy. So many thoughts were racing through her mind, but she was sure of one thing -- she didn't want to leave him.

The two set off with their dogs leading the way. It was a struggle for Bubba to walk at such a leisurely pace, but soon he adapted and settled down. They walked for some time before either of them spoke, and when they did it was at the same time.

"So, how..." 

"Where do..." 

"No, go ahead." 

"No, you go."

The words intertwined just as their bodies had. 

"Please," Ron said.

Carol smiled, "How often do you come here? I don't remember ever having seen you."

"Actually, I just moved to this neighborhood. I recently retired from the military, wasn't sure where to settle, so I decided to stick around here, close to the base. I've got to say, things are looking better and better." Ron really hoped he hadn't gone too far, but he only knew one way to be -- honest.

If Carol was flustered, she didn't show it. There was just the slighted hint of pink creeping up her cheeks. "So, you and your family decided to stay. That's great."

"No family, just me. I've never been married. I refused to do that while I was being sent all over the world. That's no life for a family, being left alone, sometimes wondering if their soldier would return."

Carol nodded. "I know. My husband was a career Marine. He made it through Viet Nam, but he was killed in the First Gulf War in 1982."

"Oh Carol, I'm sorry."

"Thank you, but that was a long time ago. Another lifetime."

"So do you have any kids?" asked Ron.

"No -- just Bubba. Steve and I had just decided maybe it was time to start planning a family, when he was deployed." She smiled sadly, "At least he died doing what he loved."

The pair came to the edge of the lake. Silence enveloped them. Ron glanced over at Carol. She looked so sad and lost. He didn't mean for it to happen, but he turned to her and pulled her into his arms. She did not fight him, but instead melted against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

No words were necessary. The two just held each other, mourning. She, the loss of her husband, he the loss of a family he would never know.

Her body fit with his perfectly. He loved the feel of her luscious breasts against him, the feel of the most intimate part of her, touching the most intimate part of him. It caused his manhood to stir.

Carol lifted her head and pulled back a bit, but did not let him go. No, it felt good to be held by this man. She looked at him with her wide eyes, her mouth opening slightly, as if to speak. Ron lowered his mouth to hers, accepting her invitation.

That first kiss was all it should have been. It was soft and gentle, but not shy. Carol's mouth opened a little more, asking Ron's tongue to dance with hers. The soft gentle kiss became more intense. It seemed like forever, before the two broke apart. 

Ron cupped her face in his hands and looked into eyes that begged him not to stop. He kissed her again, passionately. 

Coming up for a breath, he heard her exhale, "Oh god...."

As if knowing this was a time to be quiet, Chloe and Bubba lay at their owners' feet. Carol's hands were around Ron's waist, his rested on her shoulders. Their foreheads were touching, as they both looked down. For a time, all you could hear was the sound of their breathing.

Ron spoke first. "I know this sounds crazy, but I've never done anything like this. Jesus, Carol, I'm feeling things I've never felt before."

"No," she implored him. "Don't say anything you might regret later."

"What do you mean regret? Carol, I..."

"Please Ron -- please let's not say anything." With that, she pulled him close and raised her mouth to kiss him. Gone were the soft, gentle kisses. In their place were ones filled with hunger and passion.

Ron crushed her to him, and she held him as if she were afraid he would try to leave. She felt undeniable proof of his passion, as he ground his hips into hers.

Hot, urgent kisses took over. Ron's tongue explored Carol's mouth. She moaned as he dropped his hands to her rounded backside and pulled her closer still.

She broke their kiss. "Ron, we need to stop."

He looked at her. "Why? Give me one good reason why."

"Because you really need to take me home now." She kissed him again lightly, tracing his lips with her tongue. "Come on, it's a short walk", she said huskily.

The two did not touch or speak as they briskly walked to Carol's house. She opened the front door and let Ron and the dogs in. Bubba bounced to the French doors that opened to the back yard. She tossed him a biscuit and let him out. Chloe just stood, watching him enjoy his freedom and began to whine.

"It's fenced in -- okay?"

Ron nodded in agreement. Carol broke a biscuit in half, gave it to the poodle and let her out to play.

After closing the door, she turned to him, took his hand and led him down the hallway. Ron couldn't remember when he had been more nervous, like a boy on his first real date.

As they entered her bedroom, Carol moved to close the draperies and light some candles. The atmosphere was soft and cozy, just like the way she felt in his arms. Ron was still standing near the door. She returned to him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him, long, slow and deep.

When the kiss ended, he buried his face in her neck, and breathed her lavender scent. He was torn. He wanted her, but...

"Carol, I don't think we should do this."

"What? Those words may be coming out of your mouth, but your body is saying something altogether different."

"Look, I didn't expect to meet you. I'm not prepared for this."

Carol raised her eyebrows, but smiled and let him go on.

"I may never have been married, but I was no priest. Hell, when we were young it was all about "free love". I won't do this unless I can protect you."

Carol again drew him in for a kiss. Backing away she led him to the small table beside her bed. She opened the drawer and showed him all the protection he was going to need.

"I may have been a widow for over twenty-five years, but I was no nun."

She turned to him and began unbuttoning his shirt. As confidently as she spoke, her hands shook slightly. She eased it down his arms. Both of his biceps displayed military tattoos. She kissed each one and traced each one with her finger. She swept her hands across his broad chest, stopping to rub his nipples. She could hear his breathing quicken.

Ron gently grabbed her hands and held them behind her back, bringing her chest against his. He kissed her passionately, before freeing her hands, taking the waist of her sweater, and lifting it over her head.

Her hair was now tousled and her eyes were bright. The vision that stood before him filled him with excitement. He could see her pink nipples straining against her white lace bra. Using only his fingertips, he ran his hands over the tops of her breasts, down her sides and around to her back, taking her into his arms. He kissed the top of her cleavage, and then ran his tongue down between her soft globes, licking her lightly.

Carol's hands went to his head, holding him there, and she moved her hips against him. The two stepped back at the same time, each reaching for the other's belt. Looking into each other's eyes, belts were undone, zippers pulled down and jeans dropped to the floor. Ron kicked his aside, and then helped Carol step out of hers.

Her white lace panties rode low on her generous hips. The urge Ron now felt was unstoppable. He was going to have this woman. He was going to show her his hunger.

Reaching around to her back, Ron unclasped her bra. Snow-white breasts gently slipped out as he removed the garment. Large pink aureoles and nipples already hard with excitement greeted him. Gently, he pushed her back towards the bed and eased her down. As she lay back, she opened her arms to him.

Ron lay down next to her. He covered her face with light, feathery kisses. His hand barely touched her as he passed them over her breasts. Carol shivered at this light touch. Her nipples tightened even more.

He bent over her, trailing his kisses down her neck, towards her ear, to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. Her breath caught in her throat and her hands gripped his arm. Feeling her reaction, he continued nuzzling that spot as he trailed his one hand lazily over her skin.

Carol moved her head to reciprocate his kisses by kissing and nibbling his strong neck. Her attention caused Ron's hands to become less light and more insistent. 

Taking one of her large breasts in his hand, he came away from her neck and lowered his lips to her sensitive nipple. He covered it with his mouth, not sucking it but wetting it and using his tongue to play with it.

Ron was kneading her flesh, moving his tongue, making her nipple hot and moist. Carol began to feel a familiar throbbing between her legs. She moaned as her hips began to move, involuntarily.

Ron sucked her nipple into his mouth hard -- sending chills up her spine. Her hands gripped his head harder, as he began to take gentle bites. First one breast, then the other - it had been a long time since Ron had made love to a woman and he was going to take his time.

As he enjoyed the bounty of her breasts, his hand began its journey downward. Just his fingertips touched her skin, raising goose bumps. Slowly, so very slowly, he made his way down her ribs, stopping once to play with her navel, before reaching her lace panties.

Carol spread her legs in anticipation. Ron moved his hand lower, reaching down and feeling the wetness that had formed on the lace. He removed his mouth from her breasts and looked her into her eyes. His look smoldered with lust as he brought his hand back up and began to slide it under the flimsy fabric.

He moved his hand over her smooth, bare mound. He smiled at her, all the time looking in her eyes. She nervously smiled back. His finger began to trail up and down her lips, again so lightly she could barely feel it.

From the tip of her slit downward, he kept moving, gently separating her lips. Still moving, slowly, deliberately, he began to toy with her wet opening. Watching her face, he slid his finger deep inside her. He was welcomed by the sound of her gasp.

His finger moved in and out, fucking her slowly, sensually. He never took his eyes off hers. Each time he slid his finger in it was a little firmer and he would hold it in her a little longer. You could hear the sound of her wetness, and her occasional moan.

He pulled his finger out of her and slid it up around her hard nub that was throbbing with need. Watching her, he made slow circles all around it, but did not touch it.

"Oh god, Ron, please..." she begged. Her eyes had a desperate look.

He smiled, circling round and around and around, before touching her smooth sweet pearl. Carol inhaled sharply and went to close her eyes.

"No -- open your eyes, Carol. I want you to watch me." He bent and kissed her belly.

He played with her clit, watching her pleasure climb, and then backing off. Higher and higher he took her, then easing back to let her calm before starting over. 

He never took his eyes off her. She never stopped watching him. He smelled the mixed aromas of lavender, candles and her sex.

Ron ceased his attention to her clit and returned to her hot, wet hole. He curled two fingers up and slid them inside. He found what he was looking for immediately. The spongy ridged texture was prominent, and he began to rub. Carol's hands tore at the sheets looking for something to hold onto. Ron raised his thumb and gently brought it to rub her clit once more.

Her eyes opened wider as she watched his eyes. Not only his hand, but his eyes were fucking her. A little harder, a little faster, a little deeper, he continued until he saw her face -- her mouth opening in a silent cry.

Ron felt his hand fill with wetness as her back arched, her legs tensed and a soft high-pitched squeal exploded from her. On and on, Ron kept his hand moving, keeping Carol in a continual orgasm.

"No, no, no" she begged him.

Ron slowed and then gently removed his hand, still watching her he brought it to his face. He inhaled her scent and then put his fingers into his mouth to clean them.

Carol lay back staring at the man who had just taken her so high, as he sucked his own fingers. She tried to slow her breathing, to calm down. Her breasts moved as her chest rose and fell. Her entire body tingled.

Ron took her into his arms and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, so she could taste herself. Carol's eyes closed and she wrapped her arms around him and got as close as possible. He ended the kiss, moving up to kiss her nose, then her forehead, before resting his cheek on the top of her head. He held her, being quiet, and thinking -- I don't want this to ever end.

Carol didn't know if she dozed, but the stillness and the quiet made her wonder. She couldn't remember the last time she had been made love to so completely -- and without being ridden. Damn, what this man could do with his hands. She tilted her head back to look at him. Ron's eyes opened and he smiled at her.

Very gently she sat up and leaned over, and pushing him flat on his back, she lay half on top of him. His skin felt good under her breasts. She smiled back at him and gave him a soft kiss, before getting up.

Ron had a questioning look on is face as she got out of the bed and walked to the end of it. She reached up and took hold of the waistband of his boxers. He raised his hips as Carol pulled them down his legs and tossed them on the floor. She put one hand on each ankle and gently opened his legs. Ron smiled and put his arm under his head to prop it up so he could watch her.

Carol got on her belly, between his legs and came up so that her face was poised over his cock. Ron waited for her to wrap those full sensuous lips around him, but Carol had other ideas.

With the tip of one finger, of one hand, Carol began to run it up and down the underside of Ron's cock. Softly, barely touching him, one finger only, she stroked. 

It was a sensation unlike any he had ever felt. So light, so gentle, so soft, he thought it was probably the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.

Up and down his cock she ran her finger tip -- every so often using just her finger nail. From the base to the ridge of the head, Carol kept up her feather light touches. The longer she worked on it, the more Ron's cock jumped and grew. She watched his face as she played.

She smiled at him as she brought her finger to the front of his cock, and ran her thumb up and down the back. Two fingers were all she used. Two fingers barely touching him, and never touching the tip, brought him to full hardness.

Ron groaned as he watched her toy with him. His cock was more swollen and harder than he could remember. A small drop of precum began to form, and Carol leaned in to sweep it away with her tongue. Ron jumped at the touch. Carol simply smiled and lowered her head.

He couldn't see what she was doing, but he felt it. First, the hot breath on his balls, and then her hot wet tongue. Carol licked them before taking them into her mouth, one at a time.

The sensations of having his cock tickled with fairy wings and his balls being sucked were almost more than he could bear. More than anything he wanted to grab her head and force her to take him into her mouth, but he wouldn't. This lady knew what she was doing, and he had never had it this good. 

On and on, she used her fingers on his cock and her mouth on his balls. She felt them tense in her mouth before she heard him warn her.

"Jesus, Carol! I'm going to..." Ron cried out.

Carol had already taken her mouth away but had kept her fingers moving. She looked at him trying to stay in control, and slowed way down. She squeezed his cock down at the base, on top and underneath, and held it. She could tell his urges were subsiding. She rose up and ran her tongue all around the tip, then kissed it before getting off the bed.




Carol



Now Ron was the one who was panting. Carol stood up and lowered her panties. Her baby-soft smooth pussy came into his view, and his cock jumped again.

She moved to the bedside table and got out a condom. She removed it from the wrapper and put it in her mouth. She walked back over to him, held his cock still, lowering her mouth on him, she put the condom on, her fingers helping to roll it down the shaft.

She stood up, smiling at him and said, "Take me from behind, Ron."

Ron leaped out of the bed. Carol got on her hands and knees on the edge of it and wiggled her sexy ass at him, her knees wide apart. He got behind her, seeing her swollen lips and pink hole, glistening with her juices. Taking his cock in his hand, he ran it up and down her slit a couple of times, from her clit to her puckered rosebud.

Carol moaned each time he hit her hard little nub. Ron lined his eager shaft up with her hole, pushing it just a little. His strong hands held onto her hips, and with one long, slow, sensual movement, he entered her completely.

"Ohhhh..." Carol moaned, and she pushed back against him. This was what she wanted - that feeling of being filled with male passion.

Ron started ever so slowly and gently. In and out, in and out, a little more each time. He drew back until his cock was almost completely out of her. He held her tighter and pushed it in all the way again, as she pushed back against him. Slowly he moved in and out, each time almost to the point of fully exiting her, only to push completely in. He noticed each time he reentered her tight pussy, Carol pushed back against him harder.

The next time Ron pushed in he bent forward and nipped her back, then kissed it. Carol gasped.

"What do you want, babe?" Ron asked, already anticipating her reply. He pulled back.

Carol looked over her shoulder, a wild look in her eyes. "Fuck me, Ron. Take me!" she cried.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Ron grabbed her hips and began to move harder and faster.

In and out, harder and faster, long firm strokes moving the length of her tunnel. Ron was done being soft and gentle. He held her tightly as he performed his piston-like movements. Harder, faster, grunting with each push.

Carol met him thrust for thrust, with equal urgency. She braced herself each time he entered her, and returned his push with equal force of her own. 

Sounds of panting, skin slapping as it came together, and moist wet sex sounds filled the room.

"Want you..." Carol panted, her hands gripping the bed.

The two were lost in a fury of passion. Harder, faster, moving, slapping, panting, grunting, over and over, until Carol screamed out.

"Cummingggggggg!"

"Arghhhh!" Ron yelled as his cock exploded at the sound of her scream, shoving into her deeper.

Her pussy -- contracting, milking. His cock -- jerking, spurting. In and out movements continuing, but slowing as the couple began to calm. Ron finally withdrew.

Carol's arms buckled and she collapsed face down on the bed. Ron was sweating as he removed the used condom. He walked over and lay down next to her, rubbing her back. She rolled onto her side to face him.

Once more, he took her in his arms and kissed her. He couldn't look at her face right now. Despite all the tours of duty he had been on, and all the horrors of war he had seen, he had never been more afraid than he was right now. He held her close, her face buried in his neck.

His voice cracked. "Look, I know this is not possible. Things like this just don't happen -- not in real life, but Carol -- I think I'm falling in love with you."

Carol drew back to look at him. Ron avoided her eyes. She reached up and took his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.

"I think I've been waiting for you my whole life," she whispered. 

With those confessions, the couple's lips came together for another long, slow, sweet and ardent kiss - the kiss of two people celebrating new-found love. The only thing that would stop the passion from igniting again was the sound of barking, from two very hungry dogs.



Carol



This is the final chapter following Jennys DVD and Jenny and Carol. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction.

*

He arrived at Carol's town house at the appointed time holding a bottle of white wine and a bunch of flowers. Carol looked great in a pair of tight fitting jeans, low heels and a shimmery pink top, low cut in front with spaghetti straps barely holding it up. She invited him in and gave him a quick kiss and a hug then turned towards the kitchen beckoning him to follow. 

"I've got a cold bottle of champagne, would you like to open it while I put these in water?" He opened the bottle and poured two glasses, as she finished with the flowers. They both took a sip then Carol took his glass off him and set it down on the counter. 

"Now," she said, "let me say hello properly." She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his in a long sensual kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues explored each others mouths. 

"Mmmm, you kiss so nicely," he said holding her close against him. 

"You're pretty good yourself," she replied, "and I can tell you're glad to see me," she murmured moving her hand down and squeezing his growing erection through his jeans. "The other evening at Jennie's place was fantastic, so I thought it would be a good idea to get to know you a bit better." 

They headed into the lounge and he sat on the couch while Carol put on some music then she came over and sat close to him while they chatted and sipped champagne. 

She leaned closer to him and kissed him, her hand travelling up his thigh and squeezing his cock once again. His hands were busy too, fondling her full breasts through the material of her blouse. "By the way" he said, "did you tell Jennie we were getting together tonight?" 

"Of course darling," she replied, "She's at a work function tonight, so she said she might be dropping in later on for a late drink and a fuck, that is if you're still able after I've finished with you." 

She kissed him once more and said, "Time to start dinner, come and help me." She started with the stir fry vegies while he got the pasta going. They ate dinner at a small table on her balcony, her eyes sparkled in the candlelight as they chatted and sipped their wine. After dinner he "helped" with the dishes by fondling her bottom as she stacked the dishwasher. 

She stood and turned around putting her arms around his neck. "Ready for desert?" she asked. 

"As long as you're on the menu" he replied.

"I think we should go and get comfortable," said Carol.

She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. They stood together beside the bed, at five foot seven in her three-inch heels, she was almost exactly the same height as him and this made for an excellent kissing position. The kissed passionately their tongues exploring each other's mouths while their hands fumbled with each other's clothes. He broke the kiss and bent down to push her skintight jeans down her shapely thighs, pausing to slip off her shoes. When the jeans were off, Derek gripped her firm bottom with both hands and used his teeth to pull her panties down, exposing her shaved snatch to his view. 

As Derek moved his face closer, his tongue gently probed her slit, licking upwards till he felt her clit, then he sucked the little nub in between his lips eliciting a low moan from Carol. 

She (regretfully) pulled his face away, and moved onto the bed pulling him with her. He kicked off his shoes and threw the rest of his clothes on the floor as Carol pushed him back on the bed. She started kissing her way down to his groin where she gently fondled his balls and sucked his cock into her mouth. 

"Ummm, that's fantastic," Derek moaned as Carol straddled his head and lowered her pussy onto his mouth. He held her thighs tightly and thrust his tongue deep into her wetness, while his fingers probed gently at her puckered anus. 

They quickly got into a comfortable rhythm as they pleasured each other. He felt his cock slipping down her throat as she took him as deep as she could, then slowly raised her head till just the head of his cock was in her mouth and she pushed the tip of her tongue into the slit of his cock. Meanwhile Derek was busy sucking on the nub of her clit rapidly flicking it with his tongue then plunging his tongue inside her. 

"Mmmm, I've got to get this cock inside me now!" She said stadling his groin, her small hands resting on his chest for support. She reached down and took hold of his cock and rubbed the sensitive head against her clit. Then she positioned him at the entrance to her cunt and slowly lowered herself down onto his length. Derek groaned as he became fully sheathed inside this beautiful woman, he reached up and caressed her breasts circling her nipples with his thumbs. Carol began to move up and down his cock raising her hips till just the head of his cock was inside then sitting down hard on his cock. 

He braced himself and held her hips then started to thrust upwards, getting into a quick rhythm, thrusting in, out, in out... finally he felt the pressure of the spunk boiling in his balls, he was about to explode, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" cried Carol signalling her approaching orgasm. 

"Here it comes!" he groaned with pleasure as he felt his spunk boil up his cock and explode inside her. Carol rolled off his slowly softening cock and they lay facing each other kissing, his fingers gently toying with her clit while she held his cock in her hand slowly swirling her thumb over the bulbous purple helmet. 

"I think we need a break," she said as she toyed with his softening cock. "How about you get us a couple of glasses of wine while I go and get cleaned up."

"Sounds like a good deal to me," he said. "See you back here for round two!" 

Derek went out to the kitchen to retrieve a couple of glasses and a bottle and had just come out when he heard a key turn in the lock of the front door. 

Jennie opened the door and stepped inside. Derek was hidden in the shadows and called out. "Hello there!" 

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, "You scared the shit out of me you bastard!" 

Derek stepped towards her taking in her beauty as he did. She was wearing a business skirt and a silk blouse. He could just make out the outline of her lacey bra in the vee left by the undone buttons of the garment. White high heels finished off the outfit, accentuating the shape of her gorgeous long legs. 

Derek felt his cock give a twitch at the sight. As he drew close she closed her hand around his cock while her other had went around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

"Hmmm, is that pussy juice I detect on your lips?" She asked breaking the kiss.

"It sure is, Carol and I have been getting nasty while we waited for you." 

"OK, I'll take those," she said indicating the bottle and glasses. "You'd better get another glass!"

He padded back to the kitchen while Jenny headed for the bedroom.

Derek got back to the bedroom just in time to see Jenny and Carol locked in a kiss while Carol helped Jenny out of her blouse. He put down the glass and came up behind Jenny unzipping her skirt and sliding it down over her shapely thighs. Jenny lifted one leg at a time to allow him to get the skirt off not letting up on the lip lock she had with Carol. He slid his hand back up her legs moving around to her front where he slid his fingers inside her panties spreading her pussy lips immediately homing in on her clit. Jenny moaned gently into Carol's mouth then turned her head to kiss him, Carols tongue probed his ear while he pushed his tongue past Jenny's lips. 

Carol untangled herself and went over to pour the wine into the glasses while Derek helped Jenny off with the rest of her clothes before joining Carol on the bed. 

As they sat on the bed sipping their wine, Carol examined Derek's cock, taking it in her hand and working her hand. 

"Mmmm, this is such a nice cock don't you think Jenny? It felt so nice inside my pussy before." 

So, Derek did you pound that pussy like in the stories, and did your cock made an audible plop as it came out, did it?" Jennie asked jokingly, taking a sip of her wine and moving closer. 

"Well if you must know, I did pound that pussy and no silly, that audible plop stuff only happens in the stories and then only as it pops out of your arse." 

"OK darling we'll have to listen for it later," laughed Jenny kissing him.

By now Derek's cock was standing at full attention, Carol was laying between his spread legs playing with his balls while Jenny had taken over fondling his cock and giving it the occasional kiss between sips of wine. 

"So what's the story behind these marks just below the head Derek? They look like stitch marks."

"Long story, but I'll give you the readers digest version as long as you both keep up the kissing and sucking!" 

"OK but get that hand over here and play with my clit while you talk" said Jenny.

"Whaft abft mfe?" mumbled Carol with his cock in her mouth and Derek's hand on the back of her head. 

"Don't talk with your mouth full darling, I'll look after you soon." Derek said.

"Anyway about the scars, well I had a problem growing up that my foreskin was too tight and wouldn't fold back over the head, or if it did it would get stuck and be hard to roll back over. So when I was about twenty, I had a circumcision done and as you see everything works perfectly now. So now if your curiosity is satisfied... Carol, get up here and sit on my face and Jenny, my cock needs to be somewhere warm and slippery, any suggestions?" 

"I think I have just the place," purred Jenny. 

Derek lay back on the bed as Carol crawled up and planted a sensuous kiss on his lips before straddling him and lowering her pussy to his waiting tongue. Meanwhile Jenny squatted on the bed over his erection and aimed the head of his cock at her slick snatch, she captured the head between her pussy lips and skilfully gripped him before slowly lowering and raising herself up and down his shaft.

The feeling of Jenny working on his cock was exquisite, Derek was doing mental math tables while sucking and licking on Carols cunt as he probed her bottom with his fingers.

"Oh Derek, just there, lick my clit, Yes that's the spot! Can you get another finger in my bum? 

"Fwiff fpleasurf," he mumbled 

"Oh God that's great" Carol cried "I need your cock in there... Jenny... do you mind?

"Not as long as you get your tongue on my clit while Derek fucks your arse" Jenny replied 

The changed positions Jenny got comfortable at the head of the bed while Carol got down between her legs and quickly had Jenny moaning with pleasure from the soft touch of her lips and tongue. 

Derek grabbed a tube of lube off the bedside table and poured a generous amount into his hand to warm it. He worked his fingers around Carols lovely puckered opening then pushed first one finger then another and finally three fingers into Carols opening. Derek could feel the sphincter muscle contracting and dilating around his fingers, he could not wait to get his cock back inside this beautiful woman. 

He got up on his knees and guided his cock pushing it gently against the entrance to her bottom, Carol relaxed her muscles and allowed the intruder to enter her, as Derek slowly fed his cock into her inch by delicious inch till he was finally balls deep inside her.

Derek began slowly moving in and out gradually fucking Carol harder and harder as his thrusts became more urgent.

Jenny moved herself around and slid under Carol with her head between her legs so the girls were now in the classic 69 position. Carols mouth once again limpeted onto Jenny's cunt. 

Jenny lapped and licked on Carol's cunt sliding her tongue up and down the slit probing her with her tongue and skilfully teasing her clit. 

Derek was in seventh heaven, on every inwards stroke his balls would drag over Jenny's forehead, he held still, fully sheathed enjoying the sensation while Jenny fondled his balls and probed his bottom with her delicate finger. 

"Oooh you two are driving me crazy! I'm getting sooo close," Carol said thrusting back against Derek's cock. 

"I'm almost there Carol, I'm about to blow!"

"Yes! Yes! Go! Go! Go!" 

Derek sped up the pace, slamming his cock in and out, holding on to Carols slim waist as he pounded her, his balls slapping against her finally erupting sending spurt after spurt of spunk into Carols bowels. His legs were weak from the exertion and he rolled sideways on the bed his softening cock following him out of Carols arse. 

"I heard it!" yelled Jenny

"Heard what?" asked Carol and Derek together.

"The audible plop!" 

The three fell back on the bed laughing at the ridiculous joke and cuddled and kissed before heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

There was just room in Carols shower for the three of them, they kissed and fondled each other as they helped wash each other with shower gel. 

Jenny reached for Derek's cock as they stepped out of the shower, "as soon as you can get this hard again, you'd better be ready to give me a hard fast fucking, you owe me at least four orgasms!" 

"Come on Jenny" said Carol passing her a big fluffy towel, "I'm ready for some more pussy licking, Derek can join in again when he's ready!"

"You're always ready for pussy licking so that's no surprise, but I'm a bit thirsty so I vote we gat another glass of wine, some snacks, then we'll get back to it." 

"OK" Carol pouted. She placed one foot on the bathtub. "Derek darling, how about you give my pussy a big wet kiss while Jenny gets the snacks and wine ready?" 

"You're incorrigible" Jenny laughed heading to the kitchen, her towel wrapped around her.

In answer Derek got down on his knees and holding onto Carols leg ran his tongue through Carols freshly washed slit, then sealing his lips over her cunt, kissed her thrusting his tongue as deep inside as he could. His tongue then found her clit and he sucked the nub between his lips and hummed. 

"Ohhh Derek darling! You are such a good pussy licker!"

"OK you two, break it up, snacks are ready," called Jenny from the lounge room.

Derek gave Carol one last slurp from her arse to her clit then stood up and kissed her, "more later babe, lets eat... some food I mean" he added seeing the glint in her eye. 

Carol shuddered then tasted the faint scent of her own pussy juices on his kiss.

They trooped into the lounge room where Jenny had spread out some snacks and poured three glasses of wine. 

The three friends chatted and joked as they ate and drank occasionally exchanging an intimate touch of a breast a quick squeeze of a cock and a kiss. As the food disappeared and the wine flowed the kisses become more sensual. Derek fondled and kissed both women's breasts and nipples moving to their mouths and kissing them both alternately while they played with his balls and growing erection. 

Derek then grabbed Carol and Jenny by the hand and led them to the bedroom.

"You ready for that hard fast fucking Jenny?"

"I'm always ready for your cock darling."

They reached the bed and he eased Jenny down on her back, his fingers found her pussy wet and ready for him.

He pulled her close to him and raised her legs so they were resting on his shoulders placing a pillow under her to give him a better angle of penetration, then he gently pushed his cock inside her velvety wetness. 

Carol kissed him, then asked, "Jenny, mind if I sit here?" 

"Mmmm, I'd love you to."

Derek waited till Carol was settled in position over Jenny's face then he started to pump slowly in and out of Jenny's willing cunt. He knew that having come twice already tonight he was going to be able to hold off his orgasm for some time.

Carol reached for his face and pulled him into a sexy kiss as she felt her pussy being kissed and sucked by Jenny's talented tongue. 

Derek increased his pace and started pounding in and out of Jenny in long strokes, he could tell she was close to orgasm by her moans and shaking, her cunt was squeezing on his cock as he gave her one last deep thrust and then stayed buried balls deep inside her as she climaxed around him. As Carol rolled off her face, Derek lowered her legs and pressed his body down on hers, she reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Carol's familiar taste was on his tongue as they kissed. 

"My turn," called Carol laying back, legs spread and fingering her wet dripping pussy.

"You two go ahead, I think I'll just watch for a while. My pussy is a bit tender from all of that, I guess I'm not as young as I used to be!" 

"Non-sense Jenny you're still the hottest forty year old I know and a great fuck!" 

"OK you two, you can trade compliments later, meantime Derek... get over here and put that fuck stick where it can do some good!" 

Derek rolled over and supporting himself on one arm used the other hand to rub the head of his cock up and down Carols slit, teasing her and slapping her clit with it. 

"Are you ready for this?" he asked 

"Oh I am sooo ready. Get in here and fuck my brains out!"

Derek needed no further encouragement. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her sopping vagina and thrust in to the hilt in one swift motion. Carol twined her legs around his as he lay on top of her thrusting happily in and out of her juicy warm pussy. She pulled his head down and growled, "faster... faster" before locking her lips on his and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He could feel the last drops of spunk that he could muster bubbling their way from his balls, Carol was close too urging him on and thrusting back to meet him. Finally they came together still pumping into each other as their orgasms peaked. Derek collapsed on top of Carol, totally exhausted by the exertion, Carol wrapped her arms around him and kissed him once again. "Not a bad effort for an old fella," she said.

"Hey! who're you calling old?" he retorted rolling her over on top of him, his cock was only just inside her and rapidly deflating.

"OK lover don't take it to heart, you're still the best fuck I know and the best pussy licker... besides Jenny that is!"

The three fuck buddies showered quickly once again, Jenny and Derek dressing back into street clothes. "That was fun guys, why don't we get together again next week for a return match, and... I've got some new toys coming by mail order, they should be here by then." Carol offered.

"Sounds like fun" said Jenny grabbing her keys, and giving them both a final kiss good bye.

"OK I'm up for it.... well not now," he admitted. "But I will be by then, looks like I might need some vitamins, you two could wear me out at this rate."



Carol: A Final Anthology



This is the last of the Carol stories (at least for now). She is a wonderful friend who allowed me to explore some of our shared fantasies. I hope I touched her in some way too.

All characters are of legal age. These vignettes are shown in the order they were written.





Carol: A Final Anthology



"You need to use your pelvis more when you stroke," Jake told her. "Sometimes it should be gentle," he said, demonstrating by thrusting at her softly, "and sometimes it should be forceful," slamming his hips into her.

Carol didn't yield but let this boy hump her without objection. Would she, could she surrender herself to him?

Carol was bent over the table lining up a shot. Jake was close up behind her pressing his bulge against her arse. His lips were close to her ear and he whispered, "Tell me about him." 

Carol froze and knew he felt her tense up. He couldn't know about Blaine, could he? Not knowing, she tingled anyway.

"Who?" she whispered hoarsely, not even sure her voice would work.

"Him," Jake said, and traced his finger along the black velvet choker Carol wore on her neck.

Carol almost panicked; she almost lost control of her bladder as she shivered, all over at first, but then everything moved to the center of her cunt. She nearly orgasmed. She thought about pushing him away and telling him off but she wanted something else more. Did this kid have the nerve to take her? To bend her to his will?

"I don't know who you mean," she said but it was all too obvious she was trembling.

"I mean the man who gave you this."

Jake's hands were on her throat again, stroking her flesh, causing her blood to race to her nipples, her pussy lips, her clit, causing her juices to flow, making her mouth tingle as she thought the thought that had been dancing along the boundaries of her consciousness since that hot looking kid had first emerged from the kitchen. She wanted to suck his black cock.

"The man who used this to mark you as his slut."

"M-m-marked me?" Carol stammered. 

If this kid knew she was someone's slut because of the lovely choker Blaine had given her, who else did? Carol collapsed on the green felt of the pool table. Even the pretext that something nonsexual was happening between them was gone. Her face was pressed against the hard, covered slate. She stretched her arms over her head scattering the balls, presenting Jake with a compliant target as she felt a hardening cock against her leaky genitals.

As her body lay motionless, her mind raced. Where else had she worn that choker? Who else might know she was a secret slut? A better question might have been who mightn't know? Her fiancé had see it, so had everyone at work. Did they know? Did they all know about her?

"What's his name?"

"B-Blaine."

"Are you exclusive?"

"Exclusive?"

"Are you allowed to see others?"

"I believe Blaine has other girlfriends."

Jake laughed out loud. "Of course the nigga see other sluts. I'm talking about you. Has he forbidden you from slutting for others?"

"He never said."

Jake spun Carol around and hooked his finger under the choker. "So are you his "girlfriend" or his slut?"

"I'm...I'm his slut."

"You're a black cock slut?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm a black cock slut."

"What do you do for black cock?"

"I suck it?"

"That's all?"

"Yes. He did sort of fuck me once but now I just mouth-slut for him."

"That's all? You just let him use your mouth?"

"Yes."

"And you enjoy being a mouth slut?"

"Yes."

"Want to be my mouth slut?"

"I don't...know. You're so young..."

Jake grabbed Carol's head and pulled her mouth to his. The touch of his lips against hers ignited her. She moaned long and deep. She pushed her tongue urgently and ardently into his mouth. She had known from the moment she first laid eyes on him that if he took her she would let him. She would try to discourage him because she felt humiliated that she'd give herself to someone so young, but if he took what he wanted she'd be unable to resist. Jake seemed to know that.

"Did that feel like I'm too young?" Jake asked, extracting his tongue from her mouth, breaking the kiss.

"No," said Carol breathing raggedly.

"Does this feel like I'm too young?" Jake asked taking Carol's hand and placing it on his bulging cock.

She left her hand on him even after he released her.

"Rub it," he ordered. Carol began to stroke his cock and felt it grow,

"You want to be my slut, don't you Carol?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want to be your slut."

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

"I'd love to suck your black cock?" Carol's mouth watered as badly as her cunt thinking about blowing this boy's dick.

"Beg me."

"Please...please," Carol begged, "let me suck your cock. Let me please you like all white women should please black cock. Use my mouth for your pleasure." She continued stroking the boy's hardening cock.

"Do you want my cum?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"In my mouth...wherever you want to put it."

"Do you want to be my cumslut?"

"Yes.

"Are you a black man's cum dump Carol?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I'm a slut for black cum," Carol said. "I love being a cum dump for black cock.

"You're very nice Carol. I know you need to be a slut for black cock so I'm going to do you a favor. Get on your knees.

There was no hesitation in Carol's actions. It was difficult for her to select which was more humiliating. That she so eagerly dropped to her knees for an eighteen-year-old lad, or how badly her cunt was juicing at the thought of being a black cock cumslut. Her clit was so hard it pulsed.

Carol watched as young Jake opened his jeans and slid them down his legs. He wore no under shorts and his fully erect cock sprang upward, slapping against his belly. It was a thing of beauty. Not as long as Blaine's but nearly as fat. It had the blackest skin Carol had ever seen on a human being.

Carol used both hands to jerk Jake off into her mouth. She thrilled at black men of size, men so large they could fill her hands and mouth at the same time...and perhaps even have some left over. She was thrilled when she brought him rapidly to a boiling, roiling climax that drained into her belly. When he recovered, she cleaned any cum remnants clinging to his dick then began getting him ready for a second assault on her mouth.

She reached forward, lightly stroking it with her fingertips. She watched as her strokes caused his scrotum to tighten and wrinkle, and his testicles to shift position. She cupped his nuts and stroked the big cock. Soon her mouth was glued to the wrinkly black skin and she lathed his testicles with slick saliva while jerking his cock with both hands.

Carol pulled up on Jake's big cock shaft. Her tongue searched the bottom of his scrotum for soft, delicate patches of unexplored flesh. Then she pushed back between his legs, along his perineum. Jake's nutsack was being dunked against Carol's nose and eyes as she jerked his stalk up and down.

"You want to go back there, don't you Carol?"

Jake swung around and bent over the pool table presenting his arse to Carol. Suddenly she was uncontrollably excited. She couldn't possibly...rim him...could she? That would be too kinky even for a mouth slut, wouldn't it? Carol's nipples transformed into steel bullets and she shuddered as a small tremor rippled through her. 

Had she just cum? Without even touching herself? Just from the thought of doing something so hideously perverse. Still, she was his mouth slut, wasn't she? Didn't her mouth belong to him, to use as he wanted? To provide whatever pleasure he desired? Was she cumming again?

Carol cupped Jake's buttocks, felt them, hefted them in her hands. She began to knead them sensuously as she moved her face closer, kissing his meaty cheeks. He smelled fresh with just a hint of musk. Her tongue came out and joined her lips in an erotic journey across tender, sensuous, silken black skin. Her teeth nipped at the young musculature.

Carol licked at Jake's buttock, suctioning it with her lips. It had been years since she'd given anyone a hickey, but that's what she now sought. She wanted to mark him, to leave an impression that said, "Carol's mouth was here."

Although she tried to avoid it, Jakes crevasse kept beckoning her. Her lips, her tongue moved inexorably closer. Positioning her hands carefully, she pried his cheeks apart. Her lips traveled inward, licking and nuzzling Jake's moist cleft. She pried further and there she saw it. She shivered uncontrollably as she realized how close she was to that puckered ring and what she intended to do with it.

Puckering her own lips, Carol pressed her face into Jake's arse and kissed his wrinkled sphincter. She was cumming. She was sure of it now. The hideously kinky act of using her mouth on a young black man's arsehole solely to provide him pleasure was too humiliating to think about. Her dirty little secret was that he wasn't the only one getting pleasure. Her own was so great, her body now quaked in unbearable titiliation.

Carol was happily lapping away at a young black arse when suddenly someone spoke. She wasn't even aware anyone had entered the tavern.

"Jake?" came the questioning voice. "Oh, there you are."

Carol was shocked out of her lust-induced trance. She quickly pulled her face out of Jake's crack yet it was blatantly apparent what the proper, middle-aged woman kneeling behind the naked-from-the-waist-down young black male had been doing.

"Don't worry, hon," Loretta, the now-returned waitress soothed, "you're not the first one I seen doing that to young Jakie."

Carol felt Jake reach behind himself and push her face back against his firm buttocks. "Don't stop," he ordered, and she went back to giving him oral-anal service.

"Mmmm, baby," Loretta said as she approached the unusual copulation taking place at the pool table, "give me some of your hot tongue. She hopped up on the table and spread her legs for the black youth. Pulling her skirt up and her knickers aside, she lay back and let that soft black tongue tease her pussy lips.

Carol was shocked that this kid was offering oral service of his own to another woman while he demanded and enjoyed her lips on him. She was completely embarrassed at her lowly position in this ménage a trios. Never would she have let one of her white boyfriends get away with what Jake was getting. Yet she wouldn't change positions with Loretta even if asked. She was that excited.

"That's was nice," Jake said, finally pulling her sucking, lapping face off his arsehole. "Now it's time to suck some cum out of me."

Jake pushed his hips back from the table making room for Carol to scoot in and mouth him. She sucked fiercely, demanding he release his cum to her eager, waiting lips. He felt the cream begin to bubble up. "That's it baby, suck all that goodness out." Carol waited eagerly but in vain.

"Oooh," cooed Loretta, pushing Jake's face away from her cunt, "can I have that baby?"

"Sure you can," offered Jake hospitably. And so it was that Loretta hopped off the table and gobbled up the sweet load that Carol had earned.

"Please, NO!!" Carol wailed but it did not good. Loretta was already swallowing her prize.

The black cock was still drooling when Loretta relinquished it and jumped back up onto the table to let Jake finish eating an orgasm from her. Carol quickly sucked the beautiful black rod back into her own mouth, determined to get any discharge remaining there. It bothered her little that another woman's saliva still coated the black shaft as she ran her lips up and down, up and down.

Later, as Jake and Loretta sat on the sofa in front of the fire, making out with each other, Carol got her reward when she sucked a third explosive climax out of that gorgeous black man muscle.





Carol: A Final Anthology



Anyway, I saw him today...the boy I'd suck off if/when Blaine tells me. Him or someone just like him. He was in his school uniform waiting for transportation, laughing with his mates, tall and slender, obviously an African immigrant, so very black.

I could have just asked him, taken him off behind the bushes, squatted down and done it. His mates would have known, of course. Perhaps I should even let them watch, witness my willingness to be a black cock slut, to let black cocks use me, use my mouth. 

Poor white kids wouldn't get any of my mouth though. Blaine has forbidden it. My mouth is reserved for black cock only. I don't even suck Andy anymore. Poor guy, he doesn't understand why I've stopped blowing him. Maybe one day I'll get the nerve to tell him the truth.

I love pleasuring big, dark black cocks with my mouth. I wish I knew why, why they excite me the way they do, why I am so easy for them, why my cunt won't let me alone when I see them or think of them, why it pesters me with its constant drip-drip-drip of slick fluid. I had to come home and change my knickers after seeing that boy today.

I can't believe how much time I spend masturbating these days. It seems like I'm doing it all the time. Thinking of black cock and playing with myself is all I do. It's a wonder I get anything done at all. 

Even the way I play with myself has changed. I no longer cum by shoving that plastic in and out of my cunt. Yes, I slide it in me for a while and it feels good. But only up to a point. Then I have to take it out and suck it. How is it possible that I now cum from sucking on a tube of black latex?

I lie on my back with the dildo in my mouth and my two hands pawing at my cunt. I suck it madly like a baby with a pacifier. I have no idea why it works but it does. Gloriously.

Thoughts of sucking black cock have become central to my life. Perhaps I should just do it. Get on a train, go to another city, find a black boy and suck him off. It's what I want, what I crave. Perhaps it's best I don't. I'd become addicted. Hell I'm already addicted and I haven't even done it yet.





Carol: A Final Anthology



The woman seated across from them couldn't find another seat fast enough. In the process of huffing off, the baby spit up its entire meal onto Carol's skirt. There was no apology forthcoming and Carol wouldn't have heard it anyway as she hurried into the car's bathroom to clean up. Blaine followed her.

"Take it off," Blaine told Carol as she attempted to wipe her skirt down using a paper towel and water. "You'll never get it clean that way."

Reluctantly Carol slipped off her skirt and began washing it out in the sink. Below the waist she was wearing a pair of rhinestone-encrusted stilettos, a pair of light blue knickers, stockings and suspenders. She had been forbidden from wearing tights anymore. In fact, Blaine had thrown all her old ones away. He stepped behind her and watched Carol in the mirror as she scrubbed. The crotch of his jeans just touched the crack of her bum cheeks. Carol pretended not to notice but he could see her nipples hardening. 

"There," Carol said, holding the skirt up to her nose to make sure the smell was gone.

"Smell's all gone?" Blaine asked. Carol nodded. "Let me smell."

He held the skirt about a foot from his nose and waved his hand in front of his face as if dispersing some foul odor. 

"My god, Carol! How can you even think of putting this back on?"

"It's fine Blaine," she told him holding her hand out for the garment.

"Not if I'm to be traveling with you."

"What would you propose I do?" she asked, putting her hands on your hips.

"Well you're not wearing this," Blaine told Carol.

He slid open a small window in the restroom and pushed Carol's skirt through it.

"Blaine!" she shrieked, but it was too late. The skirt was gone. "You fucking son of a bitch! What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"

She must have thought he had a solution to her immodesty because she was much angrier at him than she was worried about her state of dress. Unfortunately for her, he didn't.

"You're fine, Carol," Blaine told her. "Let's find another seat. I don't want to sit in that puke the rest of the trip."

Her eyes were on the floor as Blaine strode up the aisle with Carol in tow. If anyone looked up, they would have seen her knickers as she hurried behind him. There was a young black man of about twenty sitting next to the window in a seat facing their approach. He was reading a book.

"Are these seats taken?" Blaine asked, stepping between the rows of seats, leaving Carol alone in the aisle. 

He could almost feel her face redden behind him as he was not at all quiet and probably attracted the attention of other passengers causing them to look Carol's way. The young man indicated the seats were open and Blaine took the one on the aisle. 

Carol had to step past Blaine. The black youth lowered his book but said nothing about her unusual, arousing attire. Blaine could see Carol's face was scarlet when she took her seat.

"I've got get our stuff," Blaine announced as soon as they were seated.

Carol was left half naked with a young man less than half her age. The boy went back to his reading with an occasional glance over the top of his book at Carol sitting rigidly with her hands in her lap and looking out the window even though it was too dark to see anything.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked the kid upon his return, deciding Carol's humiliation was more important than his book.

They spoke for a few minutes before he finally brought up the subject of Carol's lack of a complete outfit. His eyes rarely left her crotch.

"Where's her skirt?" he finally asked when his curiosity could no longer be contained.

"He wants to know what happened to your skirt, pet," Blaine said to the lovely, mature blonde serving as his traveling companion and mouth slut.

Carol's voice was barely a squeak. "There was an accident. A baby threw up on it."

"Couldn't you rinse it out?" he asked.

"W-we tried," she stuttered, "but I couldn't get the smell out."

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be better to have a little smell than no clothes?"

"Perhaps in hindsight you're right. It just seemed like the right thing at the time," she answered.

"Is there something wrong with her knickers?" Blaine asked him.

"On no, no...it's just..."

"Cause you keep staring at them."

"I didn't mean anything, man. It's just that it's so..." he let his thought trail off.

"Let's see, Carol," Blaine said, pushing her hands out of her lap. Carol's nipples were beginning to poke visibly at her blouse. "They seem fine," Blaine said, trailing a hand across her thinly covered pubis. "Perhaps there's something farther down," he said, urging her to spread her legs so the kid could see between them. Her hands were clenched into two tight little fists and her breathing was shallow, but she opened her legs.

"Can you see anything?" Blaine asked him.

"Nothing," he replied, peering between Carol's legs. "They look a little darker there but it may be the light." 

The train car was dark except for some aisle lighting on the floor so passengers could see where they were walking and the light Blaine and Carol's seat mate was using for reading.

"Not the lights mate," Blaine told him. "It's her. Being with young black men gets her hot."

"She likes sitting there in her knickers?"

"I imagine she does...what's your name?"

"David."

"I'm Blaine and this is Carol. I imagine she does like it that you are seeing her in her knickers, David. Are you enjoying this young man looking between your legs, Carol?"

"No," she croaked.

"Then why are you so wet here?" Blaine asked, slipping his fingers into the gusset of her knickers and feeling the dampness there. The backs of his fingers brushed against her bare labia and he can hear her sharp intake of air. All this was exciting Carol more than she wanted. She wished she had better control of her cravings.

"Go ahead, David, feel them," Blaine told the boy removing his own fingers, making sure they dragged fully along Carol's pussy lips as they departed. She shuddered and Blaine wondered if she'd had an orgasm on the spot. Carol could sometimes climax so easily in situations like that.

"No, man, I can't do that," David answered, probably disappointing Carol.

"Sure you can. Carol doesn't mind, do you pet?"

"It's all right, David," she said pushing her crotch at the painfully shy young man seated across from her. "I don't mind if you touch them."

"I can't mister, not with another man's girl." He spoke to Blaine, too shy to say anything to a white woman.

"Take your knickers off," Blaine told Carol.

"Blaine..." Carol began to protest.

"He's too shy to touch you while your wearing them so take them off. He's probably never been this close to a white woman before. You know he wants to feel your wetness and that you want him to. He'll be much braver when he sees your bare cunt. Now take your knickers off and hand them to him."

Carol lifted up her hips and pushed her knickers down her legs. David's eyes were wide as saucers as Carol's bare pussy came into view. His eyes never left her shaved cunt as she finished removing the last vestige of below-the-waist modesty. He appeared hypnotized. When Carol held out her hand offering her knickers, he took them as if in a trance.

"Feel them, David," Blaine told him and he did. "Put them to your nose and smell them." Again he complied. "That's the smell of a woman in heat, David. Remember that smell." He nodded that he would. "How was that, David? Did you enjoy that?"

David nodded again, still incapable of speech. He held Carol's knickers out to her and she started to reach for them until Blaine's hand stopped her.

"Those are yours now David. They're for you to keep as a remembrance of this day, this encounter. Put them in your pocket."

David shoved Carol's knickers into his pocket and she stopped breathing altogether. How was she expected to exit that train now?

"There's one more thing, though," Blaine told David. "My slut here has gotten herself all worked up taking her knickers off for you. Would you let her give you a blowjob to help calm herself down? She loves sucking black cock."

"Why doesn't she just suck yours?"

"She will, later. But she did strip for you. Probably got you hard. The least she can do is suck it off for you."

"I don't know..." David began to protest.

"Convince him, slut," Blaine told Carol.

"Please, David," she said, leaning forward and putting her hands on his knees. As embarrassed and humiliated as she was at the position she was in, she knew the best thing would be to get it over as quickly as possible. Of course the fact that she was now obsessed with sucking his young cock made her desperate to do it.

Carol began rubbing her hands up his thighs, telling him to relax. When her hands reached his crotch, she slipped off her seat and knelt on the floor. She reached up to extinguish the light above his head and the trio was pitched into near darkness. As she lowered her arms, she slid them around David's neck. She pulled his head forward and their lips met. Quickly Carol opened her mouth and her tongue searched for his. Finding it, she moaned audibly.

She continued kissing him ardently. When he was slow to act, she brought his hand to her breast and groaned when he fondled her somewhat roughly. Her hand had dropped to his crotch and she was stroking an obviously hard dick. She unbuckled his belt and opened his fly while they continued kissing.

Carol began tugging his pants down and he lifted his hips to help. His cock got caught in his underwear and made a loud slapping against his belly when it finally broke free. She pushed his pants to his ankles and felt his big cock hot and wet against her cheek.

"Oh David," Carol cooed to her young paramour, taking his cock in her hands, "you have a beautiful cock. I want to suck you so badly right now." Her lips moved to the head of his cock and kissed it.

"May I please suck it David? Please?"

David grunted, about the only sound he could make and Carol lowered her wet mouth over his dark brown cock. Soon her head was bobbing in earnest. Blaine and Carol both knew he wouldn't last long. She took her mouth off him just long enough to ask, "Sir, may I?" 

Blaine knew she was asking permission to finger herself off while pleasuring the nice young black man. "Yes, pet," he answered.

Within seconds David was bucking his hips at Carol's face as he spurted his cum into her hungry mouth. She, too, began thrashing about as the finger on her clit brought her to a thunderous climax. 

Carol kept his cock in her mouth laving it with her tongue until he said, "That tickles," and pushed her head away.

Much of life is timing and Blaine was prepared to give Carol a second round with that young dick that hadn't softened, but the conductor was announcing their station.

"Do you have anything to say to David?" Blaine asked as he stood in the aisle.

"Thank you, David. I enjoyed doing that so much," Carol told him, standing. The lights had come on in the car for those getting off and Carol's bare, bald cunt with its puffy, swollen lips was within a foot of his face.

As Carol moved toward the aisle, Blaine slipped off his jacket and put it over her shoulders. While it only came to his waist, it hung down far enough on her to just cover the bottom of her arse in back and that swollen mess of a cunt in front. They departed the train without looking back.





Carol: A Final Anthology



Just before walking to the camera, Blaine rested the paddle atop her arse, allowing her time to think about what lay ahead, allowing her apprehension to build while he placed the camera in position and framed the shot. 

The first picture was of Carol's lovely, bare arse, framed by blue knickers at mid-thigh, legs opened erotically with that menacing paddle resting forebodingly on her arse as if she might have been part of the furniture, the place where the master stored his paddle until he needed it.

Blaine set the shutter delay, went back, picked up the paddle, and delivered a stinging blow to Carol's buttocks just as the flash exploded and immortalized the jiggle of her flesh if not the smart of the swat.

He rested the paddle on her arse again and went to look at the picture he'd just taken in the camera's digital display. It was perfect. Carol's face, looking over her shoulder, braced for contact, was captured beautifully. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. She looked gorgeous. The gold chain attached to her nipples could be seen draped along her arm.

Blaine took the camera behind Carol and framed another shot. He again picked up the paddle and gave her a series of stinging swats that she bore in silence. Soon her buttocks were glowing a rosy red and he took another picture, a lovely shot of Carol's red arse, underlined by those bunched, periwinkle knickers stretched across her creamy thighs, as she leaned over the table.

"God that red arse makes you look adorable," Blaine told her as she maintained her position. "You're giving me a hard on."

"Oh sir!" Carol exclaimed, turning her head to look at him, fervently hoping that they would be moving on to more pleasant activities.

"One more shot," he said, wanting a picture of Carol's pretty face looking backward while her arse cheeks still glowed pink. "Then you can suck me off."

"Thank you sir," she said while he took the picture.

Blaine slipped off his shoes, shirt and pants while Carol kneeled. He wasn't wearing underwear. He dragged his hand up his groin and gripped his cock for her, but he had even more stubble than she.

"I think you should shave me first."

"Yes sir," Carol replied and scurried into the bath while Blaine positioned himself on her bed.

She gave him a towel to put under himself. Blaine spread his legs wide and she began applying cream then pulling the razor carefully across his skin. She ran her finger along behind the razor looking for any missed stubble.

Finally, she patted the just shaved area dry and ran her lips across the skin looking for anything her fingers had missed. Blaine taught her the first time she shaved him that lips are much more sensitive than fingers, and they must be used on the last pass to assure the cleanest of shaves. Carol didn't need any encouragement, of course, and eagerly pressed her mouth against him at every opportunity.

Carol continued shaving Blaine, from above his cock, down along the sides, up against his legs, then, very carefully, around the scrotum. He lifted his legs and let her shave the perineum, loving the feel of her soft lips along that sensitive skin.

Finally, he turned over onto his stomach, giving Carol the access to shave his crack. She cleaned him carefully and shaved slowly, holding his cheeks apart with her hand. Her lips too, grazed gently across that most forbidden of flesh. Finally done, Carol wanted to linger.

"May your cumslut please kiss you, sir? Back here?" she pleaded, holding his arse cheeks apart with her hands, staring at that now denuded, puckered bud.

"Yes, my pet, you may kiss me there."

Carol pressed her pretty face forward and it entered the crevasse. Her lips were puckered and they touched Blaine's anal doughnut. Her mouth moved along in tiny increments applying soft kisses everywhere. Her ardor mounted and her kissing became more fervid. Carol's tongue came out and she began French kissing Blaine's anus feverishly.

He told her to wait a minute, then moved the camera into position for another shot. He set the shutter delay then resumed his position on the bed and pushed her face into his arse again. It was a beautiful picture of her hands desperately holding his buttocks apart while she buried her face between them.

When Blaine turned over, finally offering her his cock, he reminded her that those pictures must be posted to her Flickr account. Carol flushed at her own embarrassment but said nothing because her mouth had become suddenly full and she began her loving worship.

Up and down Carol's sucking mouth went, along Blaine's shaft, across his balls, even back, along his perineum. She felt him approaching his first climax and she asked nervously if she would be permitted to join him.

"Please sir, may your sub slut finger herself in this moment of her most urgent need?"

"Yes, my pet, your punishment for disobeying is over. Get us both off together."

And she did.





Carol After College



After leaving college, friendships tend to become more sporadic, with the occasional meeting if those involved can be bothered to pick up the phone and arrange something. It was such an action that led to an encounter with Carol, a strawberry blonde girl with 36DD breasts, and at the time in her mid-20s. Although we had known each other for a long time and shared some intimate conversations, nothing physical had ever happened between us, which led to a certain curiosity about what it would be like if it did. 

That afternoon, we sat talking in her front room, drinking tea. Idly, I contemplated her body; her huge tits were centre of attention, of course, but as she shifted in her seat I enjoyed glimpses of her thighs, having already lusted after her legs. As time passed, my arousal became greater, before it dawned on me that it had been a week since I last masturbated. I knew that after such a period of time, the build-up in my cock would not disappear so easily. 

“Would you like another cup?” I heard Carol ask. An idea struck me. 

“Yes please, that’d be great,” I replied. As hoped, she got up to walk through to the kitchen. 

“All right to use your bathroom?” I called, knowing that once free from her line of vision I could avoid the embarrassment of being caught with a prize-winning hard-on and make my escape to the loo. 

“Yeah, it’s upstairs, you remember?” she called back. 

I made my exit and once in the bathroom, I realised the door had no lock. This gave me a little thrill for some reason but I soon became engrossed in my immediate concern, namely my enflamed member. I undid my trousers and let them fall, revealing my aching shaft. Gripping it, I began to pound it, feeling the firmness and knowing that a week’s worth of spunk would be shot out soon. My mind began to concentrate on Carol, her breasts, what her nipples would be like, how they would feel in my mouth, how she’d react to the touch of my tongue on them. Then I moved down to her legs, those full curves, her knees, the hint of thigh that would become so much more as she let her skirt slide up. By now, my cock was reaching the point of no-return and I was pumping it faster and faster. 

It was then that I heard a noise in the corridor outside. I dismissed it, knowing that the stairs in the house creaked so much that I’d have heard Carol had she come up. I continued to pull myself off. Then the door opened. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

I turned, still with my cock in my hand, to see the figure of Carol’s mother standing in the doorway. I was lost for words. We stood there looking at one another for what seemed to be an eternity. She was an attractive woman in her mid 40s, with longish curly brown hair and typically Irish complexion. Although still hard, my imminent orgasm seemed to have been given a reprieve. 

Regaining some sort of awareness, I realised that Carol’s mother must have been working the nightshift, as she was wearing a robe. I quickly took in that she was not wearing much underneath either and as she moved slightly her legs were exposed. A fair amount of cleavage was also on display. She spoke again. 

“Why are you doing that in my bathroom?” 

I mumbled something and then decided to be honest. 

“I was downstairs and for whatever reason, I started to get excited. It’s been a week since I last…did anything…. I knew that it wouldn’t just subside, so I thought I’d better do something about it.” 

“I see.” 

She looked as though she was about to leave the room when she glanced down at my cock. As she did this, I found myself looking at her cleavage and then her now more exposed legs. I realised that my dick was beginning to pulsate in appreciation of her show. 

“What made you become excited downstairs? You didn’t say.” 

I didn’t know how to answer and before I could try and articulate some response, she was speaking again. 

“I bet it was Carol. She’s probably wearing her short skirt and one of those tops of hers that leaves little to the imagination. You were sitting there wondering what it would have been like if you’d been with her. Weren’t you?” 

“Yes,” I mumbled. 

“You were looking at her…breasts? Maybe…but I think what finally made you hard would have been her legs. You strike me that way…” 

I nodded, she was right. 

She looked me in the eye. “You know, all the while children are living under their parents’ roofs, I think parents carry some responsibility for their actions.” 

As she said that, Carol’s mother walked further into the bathroom. She loosened the belt of her robe so that it resembled a low cut dress with a split all the way up the front. She placed her foot on the edge of the bath. 

“I shaved my legs earlier. Aren’t they smooth?” 

She grabbed my hand and directed it to her shin. As I made contact with her skin, I felt my cock twitch. I began to caress her leg. Its toned shape felt wonderful as I squeezed it, the calves filling my hands. 

“Do you think Carol inherited her good legs from me?” 

I groaned my agreement and reached for my cock with my other hand. I knew that soon my balls would empty themselves and I needed the release. Carol’s mother took my hand off my cock. 

“Parental responsibility, remember?” 

Before I knew what was happening, she dipped her head down and began to lick the pre-cum off my tip. I looked down her robe, which had now parted so much at the top that I could see her rock-hard nipples and fully exposed breasts. As she engulfed my whole length with her mouth, I reached down and caressed her tits. She began to moan while my cock slipped in and out her. She coated it with saliva, greedily slurping. She backed off for a moment and looked up at me. 

“Fill my mouth,” she ordered whilst stroking my shaft, before taking me back in between her lips and sucking furiously. 

I felt the familiar tingle and began to twitch. Carol’s mother sped up and her head moved in what seemed like a blur. Finally, seven days of cum shot out of my cock and down her throat. My cock kept pumping it out and although she kept her mouth there, a lot began to spill out, running down her chin and onto her tits. With one hand, she began to smear it in. 

Eventually, I finished and she let my still slightly hard cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me with a mixture of pride and “told you so” expression. 

“Thank you…” was all I could groan. 

She scooped some of my stray jism from her tits and put it on her legs. 

“I didn’t fully moisturise earlier. Finish the job,” she ordered.  

I smoothed the cum into her shiny, shapely legs, and up her inner thighs. Before she could object, I kissed her deeply on the lips.  

“I may need some more moisturising some time,” she winked at me. 

She left the bathroom as I began to wonder how I’d explain my lengthy absence to Carol. It suddenly seemed that my occasional reunions with her would become more frequent than they had been. 



Carol Agrees to Play



This is a another cuckold story, if your offended or disgusted by this type of story please pass by. For those who do read on, I've tried to provide a storyline different from other cuckold stories. Special thanks to "Blackstallion21" for his help editing.




"So what are you going to wear tonight?" Mark asks me. 

"What do you want me to wear, my green skirt?" I can see the thought of my little skirt pleases him. 

"Maybe the see thru top also I tease." 

"You know you don't have to do anything your uncomfortable with tonight. I know I've been encouraging you to do this but you have the final word, it only goes as far as you want it to go" Mark says. 

"I know, but we set it up so let us see where it goes."



Things had been building up to this night since Mark and I had first gotten together 2 years ago. I guess I should tell you a little about us physically. Mark is a big guy at 6' -2" and 200+ pounds with thick black hair. He broke his neck over 10 years ago and is paralyzed from the chest down. He still manages to get an erection sometimes but even then he can't really give me a good fucking, but he sure can work magic with his hands and mouth. 

I'm 5' -3" with creamy pale skin, freckles & blond hair that I keep cropped short, I think I'm on the heavy side but Mark says I have curves in all the right places. I have a great smile, nice round ass and full C cup breast with nipples that get rock hard when I'm excited. I love wearing sexy clothes and have discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. 

I married young when I got pregnant then divorced and remarried. Sex was five minutes, (if that,) of a cock being thrust into me before having to get a rag to clean things up. At forty-five years old I had never had an orgasm until my husband went overseas and I bought my first toy. The first time I climaxed I thought I'd peed the bed I squirted so much. I really thought something was wrong with me. Soon after my husband returned we divorced and I met Mark. We met online, he lived in California and I was in Pennsylvania. 

My life had been tame, (to say the very least,) until I met Mark. No man had seen me naked except my ex's until I met Mark, He had me do things for him on web cam I never dreamed of doing. He had me feeling so alive and beautiful for the first time in my life, and when he asked me to come visit, I could not say no. 

I flew out to spend a week with him and he took control from the beginning. His instructions were that I was to wear a reviling outfit with nothing under it. As I came down the escalator at the airport his eyes danced with delight as he took in my body, I went to him and he engulfed me in his arms as he kissed me. 

As we stood enwrapped in each other's arms his hand slid under my dress and up my leg to my pussy. He slid his hand between my legs and his thumb slid easily into me. I could not believe he was fingering me right there in the airport terminal with hundreds of peoples walking and standing around us. As I felt my excitement rising he pulled his hand away then shocked me by sucking his thumb then kissing me giving me my first taste of my juices. 

That week was a whirlwind of firsts for me including my first orgasm from someone other than myself and my first bout of exhibitionism. Needless to say, Mark tested my limits from our first meeting. By weeks end, I was madly in love and when Mark asked me to move to California I quit my job, pretty much gave everything I could not take with me away and moved across country. We married a year later and today, months later he is still pushing my limits. This brings us to the present.

Mark loves when I'm naked and other men seeing me that way, since I have no desire to end up in jail this takes planning and caution. I never wear under pants or a bra anymore, and I wear short skirts most of the times we go anywhere. His rule is, if were out and some guy asked me what's under my skirt I'm to reply 'just me' and if asks, I must show him, so far it hasn't happened but I dread and can't wait for the day it happens. Mark has me walk down isles in stores and bend over to expose my shaved everything to whoever might look and ride topless or naked in the car plus so many other things. 

Lately Mark and I have been talking about role-playing, with me as a total submissive slut, (which is not much of a stretch,) but also the reverse of me being the dominant. He also has a fantasy of seeing me with another man or men. I had finally agreed to at least meet with someone and see where it went but no promises. Mark had met Bob thru some personals online and we had chatted and discussed meeting at the casino and me flashing and teasing them both. If I felt comfortable enough I would invite Bob for a drink. Both Mark and Bob agreed I would have the final say and they would both do as I said.

We arrived at the casino around 9 pm, I felt very sluttish and already horny in my skimpy clothes. The door attendant smiled as he checked me out, my nipples hard as rocks and easily seen thru my top. We had been playing slots for about a half hour as I watched for Bob. Mark and I just play the penny machines and usually share a machine sitting side by side. I drape my leg over his leaving my pussy exposed to anyone that really looked. I had the attention of a couple of men but as always, they were just too shy to approach me. They probably thought that they were getting away with sneaking peaks. 

I hit a real nice pot and I was bouncing around and drawing attention to myself when I look up and Bob was sitting at a machine smiling at me. I told Mark but he of course already knew. We played for another half hour or more while I kept flashing Bob and Mark rubbed up my leg and pussy. I was so excited I couldn't believe there wasn't a puddle on my chair. Mark must of signaled Bob or something to come over, as he approached us I couldn't miss the bulge in his pants.

"Hi, doing well tonight?" he asks. "Not to bad' Mark replies, "but hoping for a big win before the nights over," "Me too" replies Bob with a laugh, "I got to tell you, your one sexy lady and I love your outfit" "Thank you" I reply. "From the looks of things you seem to be enjoying it, care to join us." He sits at the machine next to me and scoots his chair so close its touching mine. We chat and play for a while as Mark continues to tease me with his fingers and Bob watching, God I am horny. "If you'll keep an eye on this sexy lady I'll get us some drinks," Mark says as he pushes my leg off his and backs his wheelchair away. "My pleasure" Bob replies, "Though I'd like to keep more than my eyes on her." "As you know that's up to her," Mark said as he wheels his self toward the bar to get our drinks. 

I swivel in my seat to face Bob, "Do you really think I'm sexy or are you only saying that hoping to get lucky?" I ask him. "Your kidding right" he replies, "You really have no idea how sexy you look, you're gorgeous." 

As we play I, kept opening and closing my legs causing my skirt to inch higher and flash Bob. He really wasn't watching his machine and didn't even realize he hit a jackpot.

"Oh my" I squeal as I almost jump out of my seat "You've just won $600!" As I lean over and give him a hug his hand cups my breast than slides down to my lap. 

"This must be your lucky day," I whisper. "I sure hope so" he replies. "It looks like it just might be if you do everything I tell you" I say and lay my hand on his bulge. "Anything you say," he promises. I take his hand and slide it up my leg pressing it to my soaked twat, "Good boy, just remember that."

I don't know how long Mark had been watching but he sure had a shit-eating grin on his face as he wheels up with a tray of drinks on his lap. "You two having fun" he asked as he passed us our drinks. "Bob just hit a jackpot," I said as I took a drink. Mark must have had the bartender make the drinks strong because mine tasted like it was 90 percent rum. 

"I saw him with his hand in your honey pot" Mark laughed, "I guess he is a winner". We played for a while as we finished our drinks, both men taking turns touching and teasing me. I have to admit I was loving the attention I was receiving and with that drink in me I was ready for more. 



"So hun, are you ready to take this further or are you ready to call it a night and head home?" Mark asks. 

I took a deep breath, "If you both agree I'm in charge I wouldn't mind playing more but this isn't really a good place," I said "and I really don't want to go back to our house." 

"Since I've done so well tonight why don't I go see if I can get us a room," Bob suggested. As Bob left to check on a room I asked "Are you sure you are ok with this? Even if it's only a one time thing it's not something than can be undone." Mark looked me in the eyes and said, "You know I love you and nothing will ever change that. I know you say I satisfy you but I also know I cannot give you the fucking you deserve because I am in this wheelchair. I want you to experience mind blowing sex from a hard cock pounding you at least one time, and if this is the only way I can cause it to happen I'm ok with it". I kiss him as Bob comes back all smiles. 

"I got the honeymoon suite," he said "it's got a king size bed with a mirror over it, a wet bar and Jacuzzi. "Isn't it kind of expensive" I ask. "Hell, it's their money." Bob said, "They just loaned it to me for a while". With that I headed toward the elevators with both men trailing behind. 

As we reached the elevators, I pushed the button and 'accidentally' dropped by purse. Bending from the waist with my legs slightly spread I gave them both a clear shot of my ass and bald pussy. I forced myself to count to five before straitening up and glancing back at them. I had not realized I had attracted so many admirers walking across the casino but I saw at least a dozen or more men smiling and watching me. I must of turned beat red as I hurried into the elevator and waited for the doors to close. 

Mark's hands were all over me as soon as the doors closed and I quickly slapped them away. "This is my show now and you will only touch, kiss, lick, suck or fuck if and when I say" I told him. 

The look on his face almost made me burst out laughing. "You wanted this so now its happening," I tell him. "You also have your fantasy of me taking control and dominating you, well tonight you're getting both your fantasies and if you have a problem with it you can just take your ass back downstairs and wait for Bob to finish fucking me. Do you understand?" Mark has never heard me talk this way (because I never had) and looked bewildered. 

I reached out and grabbed his beard "Do you understand?" I repeat. "Yes" he replies. "Yes what" I demand. "Yes mistress" he answers. 

I turn to Bob and ask, "Are you ok with this, me having my sissy boy here watch and help me get fucked by a real cock?" I was afraid he might chicken out but after a moment of thought, he says, "I'll be glad to show him how a real man pleases a woman." I smile and snuggle up close to Bob and place my hand on his bulge. 

"Just remember you promised I'm in charge and you'll do everything I say, right?" I ask him. As his hand finds my pussy "Yes", he replies.

I asked Bob for the room key and decided to do my best to shock them. First I removed my shoes and placed them on Marks lap. Than slowly I unbuttoned my top and leaning over Mark, I placed it on his lap. Still bent over I ask "Bob will you please take my skirt off." As he pulled down my skirt and I step out of it I stay bent over with my legs spread. "Would you like a taste Bob? Go ahead, taste my cunt". I feel his tongue across my lips as I stare into Marks eyes, I can tell he wants to grab and ravish me but he restrains himself. I straighten up and brazenly walk down the hall naked looking for our room with both men following. 

After entering the room, I slid between Bobs arms and kissed him. His arms engulfed me as his hands explored my body. Mark starts toward us to join in but I turned and say, "What do you think you're going to do; you only get to watch unless I tell you otherwise." Turning back to Bob I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Next I unfastened his pants and let them fall around his ankles. Pressing my naked body against him, I guided him toward the bed. I slowly kiss my way down Bob's body and mouth his hard-on thru his boxers as I lift each foot to remove his shoes, socks and pants. "Pussy boy" I call, "come here.' When Mark wheels over, I grab his hand and place it on Bobs cock. "This is what a real cock is suppose to feel like, why don't you pull those boxers down so we can get a good look at it". As he starts to do as he's told, I stop him. "Not with your hands pussy boy, use your mouth". Mark hesitated only a moment than leaned forward and tries to work Bob's shorts down. With the erection Bob had, they wouldn't slide and Mark had to bite the material below Bob's belly to pull it over his cock. Pulling down Bob's cock sprang free slapping Mark in the forehead as he struggled to get them off. When Mark had them to Bob's knees, I pushed him away. "Enough" I told him, "I'll take over from here". 

I have to admit Bobs cock was very nice, at least 8 inches and big enough around my hand just barely fit around it. Bob must have shaved before coming to meet us because there wasn't a hair or stubble anywhere on his balls, pubic mound or even between his legs that I could see. 

Looking up at Bob I told him to stop me before he's ready to cum, then I started kissing his dick and balls before taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. As I was sucking him, I fondle and squeeze his balls and in less than a minute, I hear him start to moan.

"You better stop that or I'm going to cum" Bob says. Stopping my blowjob I tell him,

"Well I definitely want you to cum so when you fuck me you last long enough to satisfy me." Looking at Mark I ask "remember the times you had me suck my juices off you? Well sissy boy, you know I don't like anyone cumming in my mouth so I guess you'll just have to finish Bob off for me." I thought for sure Mark would chicken out but he surprises me by simply saying, "Yes mistress."

Mark leaned forward and opened his mouth as I guided Bob's cock to it. He slowly took as much as he could in his mouth and started sucking. "You got to do better than that," I tell him. "Let's see you deep throat that cock, Bob help him out would you dear." Bob grabbed Mark's head and started feeding his dick to him. I see Mark start to gag as Bob's cock hit's the back of his throat. "You can do it, relax your throat" I tease, "Isn't that what you always tell me." "Fuck his face Bob, make him your cum slut." 

It really was starting to excite me being in control and watching Mark suck his first cock. Bob started to moan as he fucked Mark's face. "Pull out enough so he gets your full load in his mouth" I tell Bob, "We don't want him to miss out on enjoying the taste of your cum, and don't you spill a drop" I warn Mark. As Bob, starts to cum I can see Mark's look of panic as his mouth fills with cum. "Swallow it," I command "and just keep sucking, you need to get him hard again for me". I watch as Mark gulps to get the cum out of his mouth, Bob must have cum a lot as he kept swallowing over and over. 

Mark was working, trying to keep Bob hard but as I expected it wasn't working. "Maybe eating my pussy will help you Bob," I say as I lay on the bed. 



"I know how much you love kissing and loving my ass Mark, why don't you show the same attention to Bob's as he eats my pussy?" As Bob started nibbling my clit I noticed that the mirror on the ceiling gave me a perfect view of Mark acting like he was kissing Bob's ass cheeks.

"Get your lips on his asshole cum slut" I command Mark, "you love reaming my ass with your tongue so get to it and stick your tongue up his ass! I want him hard in 5 minutes or your going to spend the rest of he night in the bathroom where you won't be able even hear me getting fucked". That seemed to motivate him as he started sucking and working his tongue in Bob's ass and massaging Bobs cock and balls with his hands. In less than the allotted time, Bob was sporting a erection larger than his first and I was getting close to cumming from the job Bob was doing on my clit.

I grabbed Bob by he ears and pulled him up to mount me. "Cum-slut" I called, "come up here and guide this beautiful cock into me." Mark leaned over the bed grabbing Bob's manhood and guiding it into my cunt. With little resistance, Bob buried himself in one thrust. I wrapped my legs around Bob and fucked him for all I was worth. 

In no time I felt my orgasm building, It's true I had never had an orgasm from a cock and this was unbelievable. Mark has brought me to orgasm and kept me cumming until I'd loose track of them but this was different. When my orgasm hit I flooded Bob and half the bed as Bob just kept on pounding away at my pussy. After my third orgasm, I pushed Bob off and turned over on my hands and knees. Bob wasted no time mounting me and quickly brought me to one continuous orgasm. My legs were soaked from my cum and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore Bob started cumming, bringing me another wave of orgasms. 

As Bob grew soft and fell out of my well used cunt he rolled over exhausted. I scooted down to the bottom of the bed still on my hands and knees with my ass sticking up, "Alright pussy-boy make yourself useful and clean up this mess starting with my legs" I told Mark. For the next half hour, Mark licked and sucked every drop of Bob's and my juices from my body and out of my cunt, which couldn't have been easy as I just kept cumming. When I couldn't take anymore, I pushed him away, "now get over there and clean up that mess on Bob." I told Mark. I watched as Mark licked and cleaned Bobs and mine cum from Bob, amazingly Bob started to respond with another erection. 

When Mark had finished cleaning Bob up, I pushed him away and mounted Bobs cock. "Don't you cum till I tell you ok" I tell Bob. "No problem" he says, 'I'm good to last a while after cumming twice already." 

As I fucked Bob, he pinched and pulled on my nipples causing me to shudder as yet another orgasm rippled through my body. I'd lost count of my orgasms as they melted into one long climax. I can see Bob is fighting to keep from cumming so I dismount and get on my hands and knees again. "Your turn my little cock sucker," I tell Mark. "Come over here and get my ass good and wet, stick that tongue as far up my ass as you can get it.". Mark does a good job as always, why he loves sucking my ass I have no clue but it always gets him excited. 

When it feels wet and slippery from his saliva I tell him enough. "Now get Bob's cock all wet and put it in my ass." I almost laugh at the look on Mark's face as he's wanted to fuck my ass and I've never let him. Mark did as he was told and I tried to relax as I felt Bob's cock head press against my asshole. Bob went nice and slow and I felt the head of his cock pop thru my sphincter. "That's enough," I tell Bob. "Now Mark wrap your hand around Bob's cock and jack him off while you suck his balls," I command. "And when he cums in my ass I want you to milk every drop into me. When Bob finishes, you take his cock out of my ass and suck it clean. When you have him nice and clean I want you to suck every drop of his cum out of my ass." Mark sucked and licked Bob clean than dove into my ass with a flourish sucking and eating Bob's cum like a true cum-slut. 

When I was satisfied, Bob and I enjoyed a nice hot whirlpool bath. Mark had to sit and watch with his cum covered face as we played in the Jacuzzi. It would have been nice to just curl up and sleep but the bed was drenched with my juices so we deciding we would call it a night. As I dressed I said "Mark, I want to hear you thank Bob for everything and don't leave anything out." 




Carol Agrees to Play



"Yes mistress" Mark said. Thank you for fucking my wife and giving her, such pleasure Bob. Thank you for allowing me to suck your cock and ass and for feeding me your cum, thank you for making me a cuckold." 

That's a good pussy-boy," I tell him. "Thank you for a memorable experience Bob, it's not likely to happen again but you were wonderful."

As we drove home, I asked Mark "I didn't go too far did I, you still love me"? 

"No" Mark replied, "You pushed me farther than I ever thought I would or could go and I can't say I enjoyed it all. Being in this chair and being paralyzed I don't feel like a 'man' when it comes to sex, I had a fantasy of being cuckold and you helped me live it, to really know what it's like to be a cuckold I had to do those things and I thank you. I love you more than ever and next time we play you get to be my toy and you may just get fucked again."



Carol and Brian's Surprise



I am standing here in the bathroom, naked. In the hall I can hear my twenty year old step-brother wanking off. I am just turned eighteen and still a virgin but want that to change, soon. I wait until he starts to speed up then I straddle the toilet bowl and, aiming deliberately for the water, start to pee.

I have been drinking water since I woke up in anticipation of this so my bladder is full to bursting. All I can hear now is the sound of my pee hitting the water and, from the other side of the door, the sound of Brian beating off. 

"Yess, Yess, aarrrgh, ARRGH" he moans quietly, then a long sigh just as I stop. 

I wipe the pee from my leg, taking care to leave some on my pussy and quickly open the door before he has a chance to clean up the mess and scamper back to his room. 

"YOU DIRTY BASTARD! How dare you spy on me?" I scream, in mock anger. He is standing there, his magnificent dick in hand with his cum coating the wall. 

"What the fuck is that?" I scream again, pointing to the wall. 

He is reddening now as this is the first time he has seen me fully naked. I know he has a hidden camera in my room because last month I found his laptop switched on, showing my room on its monitor. He had gone downstairs to take a call and left his door ajar so I looked in by accident, hoping to see some porno magazines and I was not disappointed. One was open at pictures of girls peeing, so it gave me this idea. 

Since then I have only given him teasers on camera; a boob, a glance at the top of my leg, my sexy underwear on the bed and yesterday, a full moon but with my legs crossed. I have also heard him wank off as I showered so I started leaving the bathroom door slightly open so he could hear more clearly, especially when I was peeing. This seemed to give him a better show even if he could see nothing. 

With my pussy still leaking (I had made sure I wasn't finished) I pointed at my leg, still screaming, "Now look what you've made me do!" as pee dribbled down and pooled on the floor. 

I grab his dick and shout - taking my anger down a notch, "Clean this mess up, right now!" pointing to my pee on the floor. He starts to pull away but I tighten my grip. "With your tongue you dirty pervert, and don't forget my leg!"

I can feel his dick start to harden again - although it hadn't gone that soft. It feels lovely, all warm and throbbing. I think of how much I want it to be throbbing in my pussy, not my hand. 

He went to lap up the pool on the floor but I snap "My leg first pervert, I don't want dirt from the floor on me." He moves towards the top of my leg but I force him down to my ankle (I have to let go of his dick, mores the pity) and make him start from there. As he gets to the middle of my upper thigh I let out a little more pee. He laps that up and reaching the top of my leg, stops. 

"And the rest." I say, spreading my legs further apart so he can gain better access to my pussy. His tongue feels exactly as I had expected. It is rough yet glorious, warm yet gentle. 

"Don't forget inside." I whisper easing my lips apart. 

As he gets to the right spot I release the rest of my pee (which I had been saving just for this moment) straight into his mouth. 

"Fuck me Brian: You love it, don't you?" 

He looks up at me smiling, wiggling his finger near my entrance. 

"Forget the mess for now, take me to bed" I order. And so, his finger finally in my love tunnel, he leads me back to my room. 

As we get to the door I ask if the camera is still recording. He looks at me thunderstruck! 

"Well??"

"Nn-no." 

"Turn it on then! Quickly - Go, Go." 

When he gets back I simply say "On?" and he nods. 

"Is there sound?"

He shakes his head. 

"We must do something about that."

I lay on the bed, lifting my knees and splaying my legs, letting both him and the camera see all my charms. 

"I need it washed properly before you use it, get on with it." 

I have no pee left but still he finds my clit and starts flicking it with his tongue. Soon I am panting, squirming and leaking from another place. I move his head downwards so he can taste my other offering. When it becomes too sensitive I let him come back to my clit. 

"BRIAN" 

He looks up at me. 

"Brian, in - NOW." 

That lovely stiff cock is sliding into my cunt. It feels even better than it looks, just as if it were made for me alone. 

"Ride me you pervert, ride me. Make us a porno movie!" 

He starts slowly at first but with increasing pace and I meet him thrust for thrust. Soon we are panting, groaning and covered with mutual sweat. He grunts that he is ready to cum but I am not. He tries to pull out but I won't let him. Soon neither of us cares. 

We cum together, me screaming and him grunting my name. 

---------------- 

We didn't hear the front door open and our parents come in. 

We didn't hear them come upstairs to investigate the noise. 

We didn't see them watching us until we both collapsed, exhausted. 

Then it was too late. I see them first and panic. 

Brian tries to hide but there is nowhere to run. 

Dad says "Get cleaned up and come downstairs, we have to talk about this!" 

Brian and I come down only to find Mom and Dad sitting at the table calmly drinking coffee. They didn't seem to want to argue. 

Dad started. 

"This may shock you he says but you must understand that although we are married now, Wendy and I are actually brother and sister. 

Brian, your Mom is my sister and you are my son. 

Carol, your Mom is a friend of the family who knows our secret and wanted to marry Brian's dad. When I got Wendy pregnant, we came to this arrangement until you were old enough to understand." 

"Your dad Brian - I won't call him your father as that's me - is my second cousin. There is a tradition of intermarriage in our family that neither of you knew about, we hope."

"Now Carol, you know why your mom married Brian's Dad so soon after the divorce, and why I married Wendy soon after." 

"Mom and I knew from the start that the only person we really wanted was each other, so we arranged amicable divorces and then all married as we should have done in the first place. As for you two, to save you having to go behind our backs, if you want to sleep together from now on, that will be fine with us." 

Mom added, "It was a good show by the way, almost as good as when Brian was conceived and Brian, I didn't know you had such a great looking cock: I may want to try it myself soon." she smiled and winked at Dad as if sharing a secret. 

Turning to me she asked "Were you protected today?" 

"No." 

"Are you fertile this week?" 

"I don't know, but I think I am." 

Turning back to Dad Mom sighs, "I suppose there will be another baby in the house soon." And with a twinkle in her eye, "How about we try to make baby ourselves?" 

Dad says "If that's what you want, I'm game." 

They look at us and we just shrug. 

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Brian and I now sleep together and fuck like rabbits. Brian's laptop is now in our room. Mom and Dad have a camera in their room as well, so now we swap files regularly. We sometimes swap partners too. Brian fucks his mom (or she fucks him) and Dad and I fuck each others brains out, with or without Mom and Brian watching. We all agree its not adultery as were keeping it in the family, but that's another story... 

When we are alone, Brian and I still play watersport games and will continue to do so until our beautiful son is old enough to notice. 

Mom and Dad never did conceive but are wonderful grandparents and, as we know from experience, spectacular lovers.



Carol and Denny's Exchange



"I'm telling you." She gritted her teeth in mock anger. "I know where he put it, and I still can't believe he thinks you sleep through it."

"Well, I honestly don't think he'd get into our bed if he thought I was just pretending. Especially after you showed him how deeply I sleep when you slathered the make-up on me that time with the mascara and blusher and everything." He laughed out loud at the memory. 

"Anyway," he continued as he probed his wife's very hairy outer lips with his lengthening cock. "Are you sure he stuck it up your arse?"

"I might be stupid, Denny, but I can tell my arse from my cunt." She swiped him playfully across the head and bucked her hips to welcome him home.

"Ouch," Denny said, then groaned as he slid in "I meant, are you sure he knew that he was up your arse instead of your cunt?" He pushed back a stray lock of damp hair from Carol's face, marvelling at the still-heightened colour in her cheeks and the way her lips were full and red in that post-coital glow.

"Well, I'm pretty certain. He dipped in my puss for lube after each push until he had it balls deep." She said as she undulated her hips to Denny's easy rhythm.

"Ok." Denny leant back and rubbed his hands together with glee. "We can get onto the next part now."

"Whoa, Denny," Carol said, grasping his hands. "we don't want to scare him off. It's taken us three weeks to get here. It took a fortnight to convince him to get in our bed." Carol closed her eyes remembering another exchange student whom they had seduced. "Karl." She spoke his name.

"Karl," echoed Denny as he increased the tempo. "They should all be like Karl. Two days and he was inside your knickers without any prompting." 

"Two days. He tried a grope that first night remember?"

"Really? The first night?"

"Yes. Didn't I tell you? When he took the boxes out of my arms. He put his hands under the boxes and pushed his fingers past the edge 'til they were touching my ribs and then he curled his fingers and brushed them along the bottom of my boobs."

"You never told me," Denny said, excitement strengthening his erection as he eased in and withdrew in a leisurely fuck. "What did you do?"

"Well, he said 'I have them, you can let go now.' so I let go and slid my fingers down his belly and then I felt his rod in his jeans and I said 'Are you sure you've got it?' " and he smiled that big Cheshire Cat grin while I ran the back of my knuckles across his dick. And then you walked in."

A dawning light crossed Denny's face. "That's when he stepped back and fell over on the kitchen floor." He cried delightedly.

Carol shushed him with a hiss. "Rob'll hear you. Be quiet."

"Sorry... Karl eh? Was it eleven or twelve?" Denny asked.

"Thirteen." Carol sighed.

"Tell me, you dirty whore. I only counted twelve."

"When you were taking his luggage to the car. Oh yes. Like that."

"I was only gone thirty seconds." Denny countered, incredulous. 

"Tell me about it bitch." He ground out between clenched teeth, punctuating the sentence with long deep thrusts.

With gasps and low moans, Carol recalled the episode of Karl's goodbye fuck in the front hall. 

* *

Carol was reaching for her coat from the hall-stand as Karl closed his fingers over her hand and she felt his stiffness grinding into her backside.

"No. Karl." She'd whispered. "Denny will be back any second."

Karl made no reply save for reaching in front of Carol with his free hand and grasping her bra-less breasts as he poured his hot breath in her ear, which he probed with his tongue, making her knees almost buckle. "Ooh Karl." She'd groaned.

"I fuck you fast." Karl almost growled in her ear as his hand slid searching, beneath her light summer frock. "Two push," he continued in broken English. "Two push and I give you my spunk in cunt."

"No Karl." Carol hissed even as she arched her back and began to hitch up her frock. "Denny will catch us."

Carol turned her head to see Karl pull from his jeans what she'd been using twice a day for the past week, that 'lovely salami,' as she'd christened it. She looked into Karl's deep brown eyes. 

"Two push." She said. "That's all." Then she pulled aside the wet hem of her blue flowered knickers and pushed out her backside.

Carol almost jumped with shock as the head of Karl's hot cock touched the inside of her hole. She heard him say, "One push." as he speared her, full length, pushing her face deep into the coat-rack, where she bit down hard on the sleeve of Denny's wool overcoat while he ground his pubis against her. Karl withdrew agonisingly slowly and she just knew he would be wearing that Cheshire Cat grin as he did so. "Two push." He said.

Carol's universe shattered amongst searing heat, pleasurable pain and the taste of wool as Karl shivered and shook his orgasm inside her. 

"Fuck you." He chanted in gasping breaths.

"Fuck you English. Fuck you." Then suddenly he was gone and Carol became aware of receding footsteps and the opening of the front door. So, grasping the rack, she stood on quivering legs, sensing her frock falling to cover her modesty even as she felt the warm trickle of Karl's 'two push' on the inside of her thighs.

* *

"What am I Denny?" Carol asked as she dug her nails into her husband's fleshy backside. "Tell me what I am."

Denny pushed into Carol hard and fast as he called her all the filth he could lay his tongue to. "You're a fucking dirty cunt. You cheap slut. Fucking. Dirty. Filthy, cock-mad whore. You'll fuck anything, you cunting bitch. You. Dirty. Fucking. Cheap. Fucking. Dirty cowbitch." Denny drove hard on the last word and filled his wife as he gasped and lost control, convulsing until he finally lay quiet in her loving arms.

"So --t's th- pl--?" Denny asked with his face planted firmly in the side of his wife's breast.

Carol pulled Denny by the ears until their eyes were level. "What?"

"What is the plan?" Denny repeated enunciating each word separately.

"I'm not sure..." Carol replied. "Let me think." She pulled Denny once more by the ears until he was comfortably suffocating on her breast.

"Well let's think it through." Carol said and then began listing scenarios. 

"Has he caught you wanking yet?" she asked Denny.

"I think he knows when it's me and either I haven't seen him or he stays well away. Whichever it is, he's never walked in. And I've never even seen his bedroom door open, never mind found the bathroom door unlocked."

"Well, we can get round that easily enough. He seems to like the being caught thing. Either way; me or him, and he never locks the bathroom door and always leaves his bedroom door open when he knows you're not in the house. So all we have to do is pretend you're not in the house."

"Sounds good to me."

"Well it might not work out like that, so let's think about alternatives."

"Catching us fucking." Suggested Denny.

"He's already done that." Carol told him. "Then he just stood in the doorway and watched. I even gave him the glad eye and nodded him in but he just stood there and got his dick out and wanked."

"What about... me walking in on you two in the kitchen? Just unzip him and I'll walk through while you're sucking his dick. Hm?"

"I'm telling you Denny, he'll bolt. Like shit off a shovel. And then he might panic and tell. It's got to be something he can't back out of. Something he's enjoying too much to leave go." Carol eyed the ceiling of the bedroom as she ran her fingers through her husband's finger length brown hair, lost in thought.

* * *

Denny walked into the kitchen, welcomed by the smell and sound of sizzling bacon. He scrunched up his nose and sniffed, detecting another familiar fragrance in the warm air. Carol turned from the hob where she was preparing breakfast, revealing a smug, sated grin. Denny raised an eyebrow in question.

For answer, Carol pulled one side of her house coat to reveal a bare leg and knickerless backside to her husband. "Apart from the bacon," Denny asked "is that your freshly fucked chuff I can smell?"

Carol flashed her eyes.

"Evidence?"

Carol nodded towards the open door of an eye level cupboard where Denny noted the glint of a lens. 

"Video?" 

She nodded and smiled wider, then turned her attention back to the crisping bacon. "We can watch it tonight. There's a nice surprise on there."

Denny, imagination running on high, was hard put to concentrate all through his shift at the glass factory.

That night, Carol snuggled onto Denny's chest whilst they sat in front of the television and pressed 'play' on the remote control, then, instead of watching the screen (she'd replayed four times today already) she watched her husband's face and laid her fingers lightly on his crotch.

"Didn't waste much time there." Denny said, commenting on the developing screen image showing Rob, the exchange student, holding his wife's hips and pressing home his advantage into her backside. "How did you know it wasn't me?" He asked absently.

"I can tell the difference." Carol told him.

Denny paused the home made tape. He looked down into his wife's eyes. "You can tell the difference between his cock and mine just by the feel of it on your arse? Through his pyjamas and your nightie?"

"If you look, it's just the nightie."

Denny looked at the still image, moved the playback forward a couple of frames and saw that Rob had actually uncovered himself and was pressing his bareback cock into the crack of his wife's covered cheeks. "Still. You can tell without looking. How?"

"It feels different. Different ridges. Different touches. It's different."

"So if we got say... five other blokes and blindfolded you, you'd be able to tell which cock was mine?"

Carol felt a quiver beneath her fingers resting on Denny's crotch and at the same time the tingling hardening of her own nipples at the thought. "Don't." She melted. "Yes. I think so."

Denny pressed 'play' and let his free hand fall upon his wife's breast where his finger grazed idly across the raised nub.

The video played on, revealing Rob sitting at the kitchen table whilst Carol moved in and out of shot, preparing breakfast. At one point, Carol's hand moved into full view of the lens and when it moved out, the angle had changed slightly to point downwards at Rob's crotch with its revealed youth centred.

"Nice camera work."

"Thank you. Do you know what July the fourteenth is?" She asked.

"Bastille Day."

"Anything else?"

"Independence Day?"

"That's the fourth."

"No idea then."

On the video, Denny saw Carol lay Rob's breakfast in front of him and ask. "Do you know what July the fourteenth is?" Rob just shook his head as he speared bacon and egg on his fork to follow the mouthful which kept him from speaking.

"National Nude Day." Carol on the screen informed both Rob and her watching husband as she sat on the chair next to Rob and then froze.

"What?" 

Carol looked up into her husband's dark eyes with their slightly effeminate long lashes. 

"What the hell is National Nude Day?"

"It's the day when the nation gets naked."

"Since when?"

"Years and years."

"Where?" Denny asked with suspicion.

"OK. I fibbed. But just a little bit. It is National Nude Day in America."

"Oh. OK. Did he fall for it? Is that the surprise?"

"See for yourself if he fell for it, it's all on tape. And no, that's not the surprise, that's on the tape, too."

Denny pressed 'play.'

On the screen, Rob finished his breakfast whilst Carol drank coffee and watched, her eyes flickering from Rob's mouth to his crotch.

"This Naked Day. People just walk in the street without clothing?"

"Oh no. You'd get arrested if you did that." Carol laughed. "No. There are beaches where people can sunbathe au naturelle."

"Sun bathe? What is this? Take bath in the sun?"

"Well... sort of. Not bathing in water, bathing in the heat of the sun."

"I like this. Bathe in sun. Sun bathe. Good word. Sunbathe. And what is this 'oh natchur'?"

"Au naturelle. It's French, I think. Like nature."

"Nature. I know this: second nature, human nature, nature trail." Rob smiled.

"That's right." Carol mirrored his pleasure. "Nature. Au Naturelle. Naked. Would you like to come?"

"With you? To see other ladies in the au naturelle? Yes, I would like."

"With me and Denny."

"Oh." Rob's face fell. "Perhaps it would be better if I don't go."

"I'm sure you'd like it." Carol encouraged "Denny and I go every year, we meet lots of nice people... all naked."

"OK." Rob conceded "For you." He paused. "If Denny not mind I see you naked without the clothes."

"He won't mind. He likes other people watching when I'm without clothes."

"Me too."

Rob pushed away his plate and leant back in his seat, watching Carol with a spreading smile revealing even, white teeth as he witnessed her increased breathing accompanying his increasing length.

"You like it?"

Carol pulled her gaze from his crotch to his face. "Oh yes. I like to watch it grow like that. Coming out to say 'hello.' "

Rob raised his fingers to curl into Carol's hair. "You want to say 'hello?'" Carol swallowed and nodded once. Rob moved his hand behind her head and coaxed her gently downwards towards her welcome.

On the couch, in front of the TV, Carol felt Denny's response beneath her fingers as he took in the scene of his wife going down this young man. "Smoothly done." He congratulated her.

"Why thank you kind sir." Carol responded and pulled up the waist band of Denny's shorts then slid her cheek down his belly to kiss the tip of his now glistening cock.

This was their special pleasure. Denny would watch the video or sometimes listen to his wife's retelling as they copied the action that unfolded.

Carol's mouth encircled Denny as she slowly took in the full length of him a second or two behind her video self sucking down Rob. Denny bucked in anticipation as he saw his on-screen wife extend her tongue and lick Rob's balls while her mouth was full of his prick. Then he felt that delicious motion of tongue flickering. He rested the palm of his hand on her head as he moaned and closed his eyes.

Denny's wife was an experienced and practised cock sucker and so he was taken by surprise when the back of Carol's head pushed away his hand as she gasped and choked out "PAUGH." Denny's cock was suddenly un-enveloped and the quick chill made his eyes open wide. "Hit the pause." She slobbered.

Denny looked up to see his video-wife literally jumping away from the shock faced Rob on screen. He hit pause, confused by this turn of events. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." Carol said and slid her cheek upwards on Denny's belly leaving a slick trail from button to nipple, causing a mirrored tremor to trace flitting down his spine. "This is the surprise coming up. Rewind a bit."

Denny rewound.

"Play."

Denny hit play.

Again, Rob moved his hand behind Carol's head and coaxed her gently downwards towards his stiffened cock to give her 'Hello'. Denny watched with puzzled bemusement and a gasp as his wife-on-tape licked around Rob's balls echoing precisely the on-screen gasp from Rob. As his screen wife started to raise her head with deliberate and exaggerated laziness, where Denny anticipated a moan or groan from Rob what he heard was a knocking on the out-of-shot kitchen door, followed by its opening and a familiar voice calling: "Chooee. It's only me."

On the TV screen, Carol's head jerked away and along with the look of surprise on Rob's face, froze. Denny's laughter started in his belly, making light scatter from the viscous trail that lay there, pushed out his chest in irregular breath to rise loud and gasping from his wide open mouth.

"Your mam." He wheezed. "Your mother caught you blowing the exchange student." Carol giggled delightedly along with her husband infected by his amusement

"I knew you'd like it." Carol said, taking a firm grip on Denny's still exuberant cock and giving it a five fingered massage. "But that's not the surprise."

Denny sobered at the effect of the words, the tone of Carol's voice and her physical distraction. He settled back into the cushions and hit play whilst Carol bunched up her skirt around her waist and laced herself across his lap. Digging her knees into the soft warm leather of the cushion, Carol hoisted her bottom in the air and reached under her belly to take hold of Denny's prick and wedge it comfortably between her thigh and hip bone, they both wriggled adjustment.

On the screen, Rob sat in frame with terror and embarrassment taking turns across his face but curiously, Denny noted, no lessening of vigour in the trouser department, which Carol had attempted to conceal with partial success. On the settee, Carol continued to wriggle until Denny paused the tape and told her to 'get comfortable, or else.'

"Or else what?"

Denny pressed pause, then raised the palm of his hand to hover over his wife's backside, threatening short, sharp motion. "Or else I won't spank you, you dirty girl."

Carol pouted. "Not fair." She said, and heaved herself up onto her knees to remove her blouse, looked at Denny and said "Clasp?" Denny obliged and deftly, with one practised movement, unhooked her bra. "That's better." She said as, cat-like, she stretched across Denny's lap again, hip across hip to sandwich his glistening cock between them. Taking advantage of Denny's apparent preference for tonight, Carol pushed apart the close fitting settee cushions where she would lay and lowered her pink and pointing nipples through the gap until her ribs touched the cushion, then she released the other and let out a luxurious mewl as the cold leather sprang back to hold her breasts in a velvet vice.

"Comfy?"

"Hhmm." She wriggled again.

Denny slapped her backside and pressed play on the remote.

On the screen, Carol unfroze but Rob didn't and his face had turned ashen. Carol pushed her chair under the table then picked up the breakfast plate and moved towards the kitchen sink on shaking legs.

"He- hello mum." Carol quavered then she coughed before trying to speak again. "I didn't realise you'd come back."

"Back? Oh. Last week love, we had a grand time. Sheila, you know Sheila, who was the one getting married, well we had this hen night in the bar next door to the hotel and there was this male stripp...oh. I'll tell you later."

Carol's mum came into shot and stood next to the table facing Rob. "Who's this?"

"Oh, sorry." Carol said turning back from the sink. She took a pace forward and made introductions. "Mum, this is Rob. Rob's an exchange student. Rob, this is Karen, my mum."

As Rob began to stand from his seat a flash of fright plastered itself across Carol's face.

Karen put her hand on Rob's shoulder and pushed him back down. "Oh, don't bother standing up for an old woman. How d'you do, Rob." She left her hand hovering in front of his chest, which he took in his hand and shook politely.

"Very pleased to meet you." He said

"Not as pleased as me." She murmured and then to Carol "How long have you been hiding this one?" Karen pulled out the chair and sat down resting her elbow on the table.

"About three weeks." Carol answered from off-screen.

Karen turned her face to Rob, letting her arm rest across the table and her hand fall over the edge, fingers extended. "How do you like England then Rob?"

"It is very pretty and you are a very... what is this? Welcoming people."

"You think so? Welcoming?" she asked with her hand waving idly over the edge of the table. "What is your country like?"

Rob became eager at this question and hitched his chair forward, beginning a long spiel about his homeland. As his descriptions became more animated, so did his body and he shuffled forward and back in his chair. "...and this is my home." He eventually wound down seeming somehow defeated.




Carol and Denny's Exchange



"It sounds lovely." Karen said, her hand still swinging back and forth over the table edge. She turned in her seat which caused her arm to inch forward as she called to her daughter "It's lovely don't you think Carol?"

Rob smiled with a bit of pride and something more than satisfaction as Karen's fingernails were now brushing lightly back and forth along his partly hidden erection.

"What is?" Carol asked, still out of shot.

"Rob's been telling me about his country." Karen said, still facing away from Rob but with her hand still swinging. "I think I'm getting a feel for it."

"Are you?"

"Yes I think so. I think I'd quite like to see it. Have you visited?"

"No."

Karen turned more in her seat which pushed her elbow almost to the edge of the table "Well I'd quite like to explore it I think." She pushed her fingers inside Rob's pyjama trousers which made him gasp. Karen turned towards him and frowned then shook her head and raised the finger of her free hand to her lips. "Shh."

Carol, still apparently busy off-screen asked "So what about this stripper then?"

"Carol! There's a young man here, I'm sure he doesn't want to hear about that sort of thing." Karen now had Rob's cock in her fist and was pulling slowly back and forth along the erection.

"He's heard it all before. Haven't you Rob?"

"I don't mind." Rob smiled.

"I'll tell you about it later." Karen said releasing Rob's prick as her daughter came into shot to stand at the sink again. Rob slumped back.

Karen stood from her chair and asked Carol "Are you doing anything this weekend?"

"We're thinking of taking Rob to the beach on Friday." She replied.

Karen walked up to her daughter and put the palm of her hand on her shoulder then wiped it down her shoulder blade. "That'll be nice for the three of you. Have fun."

"We will." Carol enthused, still with her hands in the sink.

Karen turned and paced back to Rob's seat. Rob stood to face her with his cock protruding openly from his pyjamas. Karen reached forward as if to shake his hand but grasped his dick firmly in her fist with an overhand grip. "It's been very nice meeting you, Rob." She said shaking the dick in her hand. "I'm sure you'll enjoy the beach with all those ladies in bikinis. Have fun." Then she swept out of shot, followed by the sound of the closing kitchen door.

Rob was almost panting as he stood now facing Carol, who still had her back towards him. He took the few paces required across the chequerboard patterned floor to stand behind her and put his hands on her hips and his cock to her tush.

Carol sighed. "I thought she'd never leave."

Without a word, Rob pulled up Carol's nightie to reveal her bare bottom. Carol stood straight, turned in Rob's arms and husked, "Lock the door." 

Rob went out of shot and Carol loomed into view momentarily obscuring the lens, when the scene returned, Carol moved back to the sink with two tins in her hand which she placed on the work surface, having framed the corner of the kitchen for this shot.

Looking over her shoulder, Carol slid her hips across the edge of the work surface, only stopping when she reached the right angle in the corner. Rob came into frame cock first, and once again took hold of Carol's hips as she faced the wall. Carol turned in his arms, purposefully skewing Rob's erection across his own hip bone. Looking directly into his eyes, Carol placed her hands on either side of the angle and hopped up onto the counter.

"What d'you think of my mum then?"

Rob shrugged his shoulders as his hands sought Carol's backside to slide her forward, which had the effect of sliding her bottom out of the nightie and made her giggle. He took hold of the hem and pulled upwards to reveal her brown haired mons, up to show her slightly protruding belly with its bikini line caesarean stitching and up to uncover dark tipped, two-hands-full of rounded breast.

Carol purred. Rob growled.

She took hold of his burgeoning cock, which made Rob stand slightly on tip toe as she guided him towards the shimmering hair and its succulent divide. Rob pushed his hips forward to split her but Carol forestalled him with a hand to his chest with only the head of his cock embedded. Rob stood still, quivering on strained calves.

Carol took hold of her shins in two hands and lifted her feet to the counter top then nodded to him. Rob placed his hands on either side of Carol and thrust his weight into her.

What followed was the fastest, hardest fucking Denny had ever seen. He gripped the cheek of his wife's backside, digging his fingers in deep, eliciting drawn out moans from her as he frotted into the hip joint where she lay across him.

Carol pushed her face into the sofa and dug her elbows in to increase the pressure on her trapped tits gripped between the cushions.

Denny increased the speed of his jerking hips like he was trying to match what he saw on the television and, as the speed increased, so the grip on his wife's arse got stronger and stronger until all that he could hear was the 'oh-oh-oh' of Carol-on-the-screen mixed with the real time crooning of his wife across his lap.

Too soon, Rob jerked his orgasm into Carol on the TV with a grunt followed by a low growl as she clasped her arms around his back and covered his face with her lips and tongue, seeming to want to eat him as he released himself into her and then she looked up directly into the camera and winked a slow wink at her husband watching.

"Bitch. You fucking nasty bitch. You just couldn't keep him there could you, you had to tease, you're just like your mother, one big tease. You dirty cow."

Denny began slapping Carol on the backside with the flat of his hand raising red hand marks on the firm white flesh.

"I tried to slow him down Denny, I did, but he was like an express. Like a bull at a gate, I couldn't." She cried. "Denny, I couldn't."

"We'll just fucking see if you couldn't." Denny said placing one hand on the cushions underneath Carol to keep them closed as he flipped her easily from his lap to spill her onto the carpet and grimacing a smile when she cried out at her breasts being dragged from their vice. "Don't move." He ordered, towering over her nakedness.

Denny kicked off his shorts and marched out while Carol massaged her reddened breasts, shuffling uneasily on her tingling bottom.

Seconds later Denny returned carrying the 'Welcome' mat from the front door which he flung down. Carol covered her mouth with her hand trying hard to hide the smile on her face. Without a word Denny caught hold of his wife around the back of the neck and pushed her so that her face rested on the carpet just above the mat, then he reached between her legs and pulled her to her knees, lifting her from the floor to position her with her cherry backside in the air and her tits into the wiry hair of the mat.

"Couldn't fucking stop him?" Denny straddled his wife's arse and unerringly aimed his hard cock at her cunt.

When she felt the tip touch her lips, Carol instinctively scooped her back, aided by Denny's hand between her shoulder blades and when she heard him say "Try stopping this." She reached between her legs to ensure that Denny would come home. He did, just as she left soaring between the stars almost heedless of her husband's pounding sending her ever outward on expanding waves of light and heat.

FRIDAY MORNING

Carol and Denny began unloading the boot of the car; the blankets, the picnic, the deckchairs, and when Rob offered to help, Denny urged him to go see the view from the cliff top, insisting that there was little for him to do. 

Rob turned offering a 'thank you.' Denny reached into the open door of the car and pulled out a small pair of binoculars. "You might find these useful." He called and threw them underhand as Rob turned again to catch them.

"So what happens?" Denny asked once Rob was out of earshot.

"Essentially..."

"Essentially?" he paused and narrowed his eyes "Have you been looking in that dictionary again?"

Carol put her fists on her hips, whipping her head to re-arrange the fringe of blonde hair hanging over her eyes. "Do you want to suck his cock or not?"

Denny assumed a sheepish expression.

"Right. Essentially..." she waited, daring Denny. "Essentially, we find one of those cut off inlet things and you drop off to sleep. Then, when I feed you his knob end, you make like the big cock-sucker you are."

* * *

Rob watched the effortless power of the deep green waves, hump-backing their way to the sand and shingle, imagining he could faintly hear the hiss of their arrival and departure. A boat, made tiny by distance and its Atlantic context, undulated on the soft swell.

Rob brought up the binoculars to his eyes to sate his curiosity about the far off craft. When it came into focus, he noticed fishing rods and supposed from their angle that they carried lines sunk into the green below them. He also noticed one of the three 'fishermen' was wielding a fairly large pair of binoculars himself and seemed to be sweeping the beach, pausing occasionally before moving on until he found something worthy enough so that he passed on the binoculars to a mate, who took his turn before handing them on and resuming with his fishing.

Rob edged forward, nearer the cliff face and looked down to see about three hundred metres of beach, edged by white and grey shingle and dotted here and there with nude and semi-naked bodies, singly, in pairs and a few groups of three or more. He raised his binoculars again just as he heard a voice calling 'chooee' in the distance.

There were all shapes and sizes on the beach but something was missing, or someone, not a particular someone, a particular type of someone. Rob could see large girls, (he concentrated more or less on the women) short girls, young shapely girls and quite a few matronly, chubby women, lets face it, they were fat, but this didn't seem to put him off as he lingered on each one and, of the men he glanced over, he felt he could go naked and feel no inferiority over size whatsoever. Then it clicked. There were no skinny women. No thin girls.

Rob had noticed during his stay in the west that almost all women wanted to be thin. All the cover girls were thin, all the celebrities were like sticks and every other topic on talk shows was about how much weight women wanted to lose. But he could see none here. Not a single matchstick, they were each and all carrying 'struge,' that weight that gave a woman curves. And men an erection.

Having come happily to this conclusion and finding himself excited by the curves on display, Rob became aware of a hand on one shoulder and an example of 'struge' pressing into the opposite arm. He lowered the binoculars and turned his head at once assailed by the natural perfume of the woman next to him.

"Hello Rob." She breathed.

"Hello..." he hesitated trying to dredge up a name. "Karen." He smiled.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Yes. It's very lovely."

"I could tell." She whispered in his ear. Then she turned but kept contact by passing the palm of her hand down Rob's belly, over his groin and along his thickening length. "Did Carol and Denny bring you?"

"They are unpacking." Rob said, moving away and wondering how it would look to Denny if he undressed down there sporting a hard-on. "Ah. Here they are. Carol and Denny."

Along the path, wearing sandals and little clothing save a pair of shorts on Denny and a kind of sarong wrap on Carol, they walked towards the pair of them. Still out of hearing, Denny looked at his wife.

"Is that your mother? What the fuck is she doing here?"

"I don't know." Carol replied through a smile and clenched teeth. "Ask her."

"Chooee." Karen yodelled. "Its me. I remembered you saying you were coming to the beach so I gave myself the day off and came to top up my tan."

"Oh. That's nice mum. I thought you went to Helen's on Fridays?"

"Yes, but she does go on a bit about her dead husband and how much sex she's not getting, so I gave myself the day off." She beamed.

"Well, the thing is you see mum," Carol's face began to redden. "This beach..."

"This beach," Denny cut in. "Is a naturist beach. There are naked people down there. We'll be naked. We're naturists."

"Yes. Nudies, I know. You've told me before."

"Well it's not done. To stay clothed on the beach. People tend to think you're only there to spy on them."

"Oh I'm not bothered about naked people. Doesn't bother me one bit."

"But if you come down with us..." Carol faltered dreading the next. "You'll have to strip off, otherwise people won't like it."

"Well if they can stand the sight of my wrinkled old belly, I'm sure I don't mind." Karen turned and took hold of Rob's hand "Come along then Rob, help an old lady down these steps."

Carol and Denny stood on the grass verge, mouths agape as Rob and Karen disappeared downwards.

"Come on you two." Karen called. "You're missing the sun."

"We'll just have to think of something else." Carol conceded as she led the way to the steps trailing a cloud-faced Denny.

* * *

"What about this? This seems nice." Karen shouted along the beach to her daughter and son.

Denny nodded and called "Yeah, yeah. That'll do."

"At least she's picked a secluded place, like we wanted anyway." Carol tried cheering Denny.

"What good is that? We can't fuck him while she's there."

"Well she might get fed up and go home, or she might not want to skin off, then she'll have to go."

"Yeah, or she might skin off and stay all day. Anyway, I don't know that I want to get nekkid in front of your mother."

"Not get nekkid in front of somebody, hah." Carol laughed "you'd get nekkid in front of the queen, you love showing off."

"Well. I might not in front of her."

"You will. You know you will. A chance to show my mum what I'm getting tucked into on a regular basis? You can't wait."

"Come on with those chairs." Karen called. "I need a sit down."

Denny dropped the blankets and chairs and opened one for his mother to sit on.

"We usually just use the blankets til dinner." He explained as Carol rolled them out on the flat, warm sand.

"Come on then Mum," Carol said straightening from her task "get 'em out for the lads."

"Get what?"

"Tits out Mum." She said, pulling off her sarong to reveal her braless breasts.

"Oh.. erm.."

"Come on mum." Carol said throwing caution to the wind and removing her bikini pants to sit down with one knee crooked and arms back, supporting herself on the plaid blanket. "If you want to be included, you've got to get nuded." 

Denny, Rob and Carol all watched Karen expectantly.

"What about these two?" Karen sputtered.

"A-ah," Carol chided "Girls first to show we're not scared. Not just teasing. Eh Rob? Nobody likes a tease do they?"

"Tease?" Rob grew thoughtful until his face brightened and declared. "Prick-tease. No. No one like prick-tease."

Carol and Denny laughed, Rob smiled in a bewildered sort of way, wondering if he had said something wrong and Karen simply blushed from breast to hair line.

"I will show no prick-tease." Said Rob, marching to the centre of the triangle formed by Denny, Carol and her mother and began to remove his clothing.

He stood on the soft sand facing Karen, who glanced this way and that affecting nonchalance but her head always returning to face this handsome stripping youth.

"Just like Sheila's hen-night Mum."

"Well there was a bit more than just stripping there, I can tell you." 

Rob undid the top three buttons of his shirt, standing perfectly still with his eyes seeking to lock with this older woman sitting there with her greying hair held back, babushka-like and glinting in the morning sun. He took in her formless dress shrouding remembered curves, silently anticipating their fleshy shape.

Taking hold of the hem of the shirt with crossed arms, he pulled upwards, shielding his face and revealing a grooved muscle stomach, giving way to sculpted pecs, with a scattering of dark wiry hair, tattoo-like plastered to his chest. Between the buttons Rob eyed his intended audience of one and saw the inevitable path of her gaze travel downwards, following the thin trail to where it pooled above his shorts.

He pulled upwards after a short pause and released his head to the sun of her wicked half-smile.

As she gradually slunk lower in her folding chair, Karen became oblivious to everything - the beach, the sea, the hot sun beating tiny courses of sweat to trickle through her scalp, her daughter and her son. The only thing in her universe, which became her universe, was this schoolboy, tantalising her with promised nakedness.

Carol watched her mum, Denny's eyes flickered between Rob and Karen. Karen watched Rob and Rob held Karen in his eyes.

Rob, sure of his audience and confident in his body, took the two steps necessary to stand in front of Karen. She looked up from his mesmerising and into his face. He smiled and indicated with a nod and a glance his invitation.

"What the hell's going on?" Denny whispered to his wife.

"Shh. You'll get your turn, don't worry." She whispered back.

Karen blindly hung her thumbs in the waistband of Rob's shorts and flattened her palms against his hips with her fingers pressed lightly into the cheeks of his arse and began tugging downwards.

At this point she whipped her head from side to side to reassure herself that she had picked an unobserved spot on the beach with grass and sand surrounding them and the cliff wall at her back. Satisfied with her choice, she flexed her arms and pulled down the back of Rob's shorts to reveal his backside to her daughter and son.

Peeking around either side of the hips in front Karen's half-smile became a full grin and she slid her hands down Rob's thighs to take hold of the leg hems in each hand. She pulled slowly, revealing inch by electric inch this length of teenaged pipe.

Rob had craned his neck to take in this old woman's pleasure as she leant forward to pull down his shorts. His eyes grew wider as Karen kept hold of the shorts until the liver-spotted knuckles were touching the sand at his feet. This action had brought her smiling face to within a scant few centimetres of his hanging cock. A smirk hovered about his lips as he flexed that particular muscle and lightly tapped Karen on the chin. As her tongue flickered through thin lips, Rob stepped backwards out of his shorts and raised his arms in the air.

"Et viola." He turned to display his nakedness to all.

Karen brought her hands together to applaud but made only the single slap before bringing her elbows between her knees and made to pick up the discarded shorts, which she threw across the sand.

When she looked up, the two naked people on the blanket and the person still in his shorts were all looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Oh alright. If I must, I must. Someone unzip this." She said as she turned and scrabbled for the zip between her shoulder blades.

Denny looked at Rob and Carol. Rob and Carol looked at Denny. Rob rolled his eyes and walked across to his mother, who'd turned to face all three.

Denny walked around and pulled down the full length of the zipper, revealing to his eyes a not unattractive expanse of pale flesh crossed by a bra strap above and a pantyline below. He automatically reached for the hooks on the bra.

"That's ok." Karen halted him. "I'm not so old that I need a carer to dress me." She said with laughter in her voice as she untied the top string at the back of her neck which allowed the formless dress to fall around her feet.

"Wow Mum." Her daughter enthused. "Very nice."

"Yes." Rob agreed. "It is very nice figure of woman."

"Not at all bad from this side either." Denny chipped in, admiring the full roundedness of her arse.




Carol and Denny's Exchange



"Get away with you." Karen said, pushing Denny away and trying to cover her assets with her arms but succeeding badly.

"No. you've got a nice body Mum."

"For my age."

"Really, Karen. Very nice."

"Is true. You have nice tits and good legs. I would be proud to make love. You are very... what is word?"

Denny, Carol and her mum all stared at Rob.

"Fuckable. Yes, Very fuckable."

Everyone froze.

"Oh well." Karen said breaking the tableau. "It can't get any worse can it?" and in one movement pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. "So what do you think of grey haired minges?" At which point the four of them broke into raucous laughter.

As the mirth quieted into wide grins and occasional snorting, Karen announced, "In for a penny..." and hooked her fingers under the wire of her bra and began to pull up slowly, her eyes dancing between Rob and her son to gauge the effect.

Karen's white breasts emerged with a leisurely glide, slipping down her ribcage to appear brown capped and nubbily erect from the flimsy material of her bra.

"Very fuckable." Denny muttered.

"You'd think you'd never seen a pair of tits before." Carol chimed in at the look on the men's faces.

"You now." Karen said, taking a place on the blanket. Carol sat up and Rob placed his arms around both women's shoulders, fingers dangling.

Denny faced the three of them and without pre-amble began to tug down his shorts. Where Rob was endowed with tight black curls, Denny was completely hairless, shaved clean, that's how Carol liked it. Carol turned her head slightly to look not at her husband but at the other two of his audience.

Rob slid his fingers in between his thighs and the waistband of his shorts, straightening his arms to further lower them.

With his arms fully extended and his shorts just at mid-thigh, Denny's pride was still not fully uncovered.

Karen was actually drooling as she watched but the wetness on her lips was nothing compared to the moisture between her thighs. Carol re-focused and saw that Rob was open mouthed too, maybe not drooling but a glance downwards indicated a definite stirring.

"Anybody would think you two had never seen a cock before." Carol said.

Rob shook himself out of the semi-trance but her mother just kept on staring.

Rob turned his head. "I think you would like to suck this cock."

Carol smiled and raised her hand to caress the back of Rob's head. Karen nodded once, very slowly and shuffled her legs to sit on her knees. Carol looked at Denny and smiled wider then inclined her head slightly. He stepped forward. Karen's tongue visited her lower lip to disgorge more saliva which dripped onto her hanging breasts to mingle with the sheen of perspiration.

Carol reached across Rob and took hold of her husband at about mid-length and raised it to point at her mother's waiting mouth and then pulled towards herself, making Denny turn slightly but instead of moving on, she held it before Rob.

Rob looked at Carol from the corner of his eyes and when he strained his neck to take his head away, he felt Carol's fingers wound into his hair and holding him. He didn't struggle. He thought he would. But he didn't.

"Boys first." Carol said. "To show they're not scared." And put pressure onto Rob's head to move him forward. "Say 'Hello' to Denny."

Rob closed his eyes and opened his mouth then felt the strangest sensation as Denny's cock passed between his lips. It was almost familiar. He sucked. Denny moaned and pushed forward. Control. Surrendered control. Much sweeter than giving. These western should call it taking head not giving. He opened his eyes, pursed his lips. Denny gasped. Rob swallowed. Denny's fists clenched. Rob pulled his head back and stopped as the head of prick met his teeth. Denny's stomach tightened and caused a rasp of breath from deep in his throat.

Karen's eyes became wider and wider as she saw her son's cock delve between Rob's lips. Her hand strayed involuntarily between her legs. Oh my God. I'm naked on the beach and watching my daughter feed her husband's cock to a young man while I frig myself stupid She pushed her middle finger into herself and moaned. "Fuck it."

As Denny's cock stiffened, Rob found he had to open wider to accommodate it, filling his mouth. He could just feel the throb of veins on his tongue. He bobbed his head back and forth.

Carol peered between the two men and took hold of Rob's swelling knob. She motioned to her mum, looked down and waved it at her. Karen almost fell forward as she leant in to devour her daughter's gift.

Carol raised herself higher and took hold of Denny's prick then pulled it from Rob's mouth which made a sucking 'pop.' Rob turned slightly to face Karen's attentions, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Do you like it Rob?" she asked.

"Is good. Not bad."

"Well Denny?"

Denny looked down at his wife.

"Do you think she's fuckable?"

"Oh yeah." He replied switching his gaze to his wife's mum sucking on foreign cock and fingering her cunt on a public beach.

"So fuck her."

Denny moved behind Karen and, grasping her hips, lifted her arse high.

"Bottoms up Mum if you want some of my Denny."

Karen spread her knees and removed her fingers. Carol stood and straddled her mum's backside and leant forward to grasp her kneeling husband's prick. As she did so she felt a tingle spreading from her exposed clit, she began frotting herself on her mother's back.

"Ready Mum?" she asked, wiping Denny's cock amongst the grey hair and slathered hole.

"Hmm mm."

Denny pushed and pushed and pushed.

"How do you like naturism Mum?"

Karen slopped Rob's cock from her mouth.

"It's fucking marvellous."



Carol & Jen Treat Mr. W. Again



Approximately two weeks had passed since the incident by the pool (ref. my story "Best Hand Job Ever") and I could not keep my mind off of what Jen and Carol had done to me. Every time they came by the house to visit with my daughter Stephanie I was reminded of that day. To make matters worse I often caught myself staring at them longingly like a lovesick schoolboy. A pitiful example of where I was sexually at this stage in my life. Occasionally the two of them would notice my staring and exchange whispered comments. I could only imagine what they were saying. To make matters worse the nights were hard (literally), as I found it difficult to fall to sleep. My thoughts kept returning to Jen and Carol.

That year held one of the hottest summers I had ever experienced. Carol and Jen continued to come over almost on a daily basis to use the pool. They wore bikinis under their tight shorts. I would watch them swimming in the pool with Stephanie. The three of them seeking relief from the summer heat. It saddened me knowing that Stephanie would be leaving me soon to start a life of her own. She and her friends had grown into beautiful young women. I recalled how during a night I could not fall to sleep, I happened upon the three of them. 

They were up late and conversing about the past and the future. Mind you this was not a preconceived action of "snooping" on my part. I do respect my daughter's privacy. I just happened to over hear their conversation. I heard them discussing the limited time they had left together and how much they will miss each other once they depart off to college. The conversation ended with them crying. The three of them having grown up together since middle school, have become very close friends. I surmised it would be like having to separate sisters. 

I came out of my recollection as Stephanie saw me watching them from the kitchen window. She threw her wet hair back, waved at me and smiled. Then she turned and jumped into the pool "cannonball" style splashing Carol and Jen in the face causing them to shriek with excitement. I smiled remembering when she was little how I showed her that maneuver.

I opened the sliding glass window and shouted out, "Good one Steph! You got them good."

Stephanie gave me a big smile and the universal thumbs up.

Jen laughed and shouted out to me, "Mr. Walker, come on in and join us. You can launch us like you did last time." As she said this she raised her foot out of the water. 

Stephanie and Carol pleaded for me to jump in as well. 

Seeing Jen's tan foot along with the wicked grin she was giving me I felt myself becoming aroused remembering how her foot felt against my cock.

Restraining myself I laughed and said, "No not today ladies, I have to get back to writing a story I have been working on."

Having said that I waved at them and headed back to my study. As much as I wanted to I just could not join them. It just did not seem right with my daughter in the pool. I knew exactly what Carol and Jen had in mind, but not while Stephanie was in the area. 

I sat in front of my laptop and began to work on my story well into the night. 

Stephanie woke me the following morning and told me she was heading out to her mothers to spend the weekend. I had completely forgotten that she had made such arrangements with her mother earlier in the week. She kissed me on the cheek and on her way out she told me that Carol and Jen would probably be coming by sometime this weekend to layout and use the pool. Then out the door she went. I stood there staring at the door, half asleep and trying to wake up. I poured myself a cup of coffee and walked out to the pool. The cool morning air felt good and I knew it would not last long, as the heat would soon overtake the day. I walked along the privacy fence I had just put up two weeks ago, occasionally checking a post to make sure it was strong. 

Finally it hit me, what Stephanie had said before she left, Carol and Jen would be over sometime this weekend. I was awake now and that feeling of excitement was back in my stomach and groin. 

I refilled my cup and sat at my computer to work on some more ideas. Before I knew it, it was already noon. I put on some swim trunks and jumped in the pool. After swimming several laps I made my way to the 3 ft. portion of the pool where I crossed my arms along the edge and rested my head. The feel of the warm sun on my exposed back and arms felt good. I must have dosed off as I was awakened by the sound of voices. Carol and Jen had made their way into the backyard through the gate entrance. As they approached the pool Carol said, "Good afternoon Mr. W." Jen asked, "So did Steph head over to her moms?" I replied, "Afternoon ladies, and yes Steph is gone for the weekend. She told me you guys would be coming by for a swim."

I watched as they spread their towels onto the lawn chairs and began to sun themselves. They looked amazing, their skin a golden bronze and their legs oh so long. Each of them began to rub baby oil onto their bodies. As they rubbed it into their legs I watched as their shapely calves swayed back and forth. 

I heard Jen say to Carol, "He is enjoying this." 

Jen looked at me smiling as she rubbed the lotion between her toes and on her foot slowly and sensuously. 

I lowered my head back onto my arms and closed my eyes feeling the cool water lap against my lower back. After a while I heard the two of them approach me. They sat down along side me with their legs extended into the pool. Jen sat to my right and Carol to my left. I looked down at their beautiful legs watching them playfully kick the water. Seeing their legs so close to me I could feel myself becoming hard. I desperately wanted to reach over and stroke their luscious legs. 

Jen spoke up first saying, "So Mr. W., Carol and I were talking on the way over here and we were hoping you would let us play with your cock some more." Then she looked over at Carol and they both smiled. 

Upon hearing this, my cock swelled even more and I felt my blood begin to rush. Immediately, and without hesitation I said, "Oh yes, most definitely," and as I began to lift myself from the pool Carol placed her hand on top of my head and pushed me back down saying, "Oh please stay where you are, we like you down there." 

I sunk back down into my original position and they both slid in tighter together. They told me to untie my swimsuit and to rest my arms on top of their thighs. Once I did this I felt their toes slip under the waistband as they pushed my swim trunk down. I felt it slowly sink down to my ankles and I stepped out of it. 

Carols left foot was the first to touch my swollen member as I felt her rub the underside of the shaft up and down using the instep of her foot and the ankle. Keeping it pressed against my lower abdomen, she rubbed me like this for several seconds. She turned to Jen and said, "He is already so hard Jen." 

I could feel Jen's right foot work its way between my legs and gently lift my balls up with the tops of her toes. 

Feeling this I softly moaned saying, "This feels sooo good." 

A minute or so passed and Carol said, " I want to feel your hard cock between my toes." 

I felt her left foot slide down as she locked the shaft expertly between her big toe and second toe. It was a tight fit and felt amazing. She looked down at me and smiled asking, "How does that feel?" 

I said, "Fantastic." 

She began to stroke my shaft and after a few good strokes I began to involuntarily move my hips forward. With each of her strokes I felt the incredible sensation of her big toe run against my lower abdomen up and down, up and down. I slid my left hand down and cupped her pumping calf, feeling the smooth hardness of her flexing muscles. 

Carol turned to Jen and said, "Your turn now."

I felt Jens foot move out from between my legs. I watched as her smooth knee rose up further out of the water and felt the bottom of her soft toes press against the tip of my cock's head. As she pressed her toes down harder I felt them spread open as the head of my cock slipped between her big toe and second toe. She stopped as soon as it was locked just below the head. The sensation was likened to my cock slowly entering a tight orifice and caused me to rise up and lean back away from the wall holding on to both their legs. 

Seeing this, they both laughed and Jen said, "That has got him going!" 

Carol said, "We got his cock in a double toe lock." They both laughed.

I moved forward as Jen began to jerk her tight little toes up and down over the head of my cock. Carol continued to stroke my shaft with long deliberate strokes. The muscles in my body began to tighten up as I maintained my thrust with their strokes. I looked down at Jen's beautiful long leg as it rose up and down in the water. I watched the tone muscles in her calf and thigh tighten and relax with each stroke. I looked up and saw that she had her face turned up to the sun soaking in the rays. I released my grip on their legs and lowered my hands down to their strong ankles and then to their feet. Feeling them move as they worked over my cock aroused me further. Carol looked down at me and asked, "How you feeling now Mr. W.?" 

I said, "Your feet are amazing." I moved in closer to rest the side of my head on Carol's thigh and was able to watch Jen's leg move up and down as she continued to work her toes over my cock's head. I found this position to be quite pleasurable as I felt the lower part of Carol's long leg rub against my stomach and chest. 

I was doing pretty good keeping up with their pumping action until Carol said, "Lets pick up the pace a bit I want to see him move some more." Jen giggled and said, "Okay." 

I felt their toes grip a bit harder as they began to pump me faster. I looked down into the water and could see Jen's toes spread and close each time the head of my cock passed between them. The water in front of me splashed more as their powerful legs pumped at a faster pace. Feeling Carol's toes pulling harder along my shaft and Jen's toes rubbing against the sensitive area of my head forced me to rise back up and groan loudly. My attempt to thrust my hips in unison to their faster strokes was becoming a lost cause. I gripped their calves once again to hold on as I leaned forward. The muscles in my back and legs were becoming weaker as I began to feel the cum stirring in my groin.

The girls scooted themselves in closer now almost hip to hip and increased the speed of their pumping legs. I could not keep up as I felt my body giving out. I was twitching uncontrollably with each stroke of Jen's toes as they passed over the head of my cock. Carol's toes continued to hold my shaft in place pulling incessantly up and down. I maintained my hold on their legs and pulled my self into Jen's pumping leg feeling her shin rub up and down against my torso. As she positioned herself almost directly in front of me I felt her foot turn and I could feel the skin between her spread toes as it rubbed against the Underside "V" shape of my cocks head. I jerked immediately and after several strokes like this I moaned, "Oh Jesus!" 

After hearing this and seeing me almost come out of skin when she did this, Jen said, "Oh yah, I got him now." Jen leaned forward and put both her hands on top of my shoulders pulling me into her to gain further leverage as she concentrated her toe strokes directly onto the sensitive area of my cock's head. Each of her quick little strokes caused me to jerk and thrust with what little strength I had left. I kept my head down watching her tan wet leg rise and fall like some insane piston. Carol said, " His cock is throbbing like crazy between my toes he has to be about ready to explode Jen." 

I locked my arms around their legs, wrapping my forearms underneath their knees. I hugged their legs into my chest. My body was like jelly as the only support I was receiving was from their powerful legs. Their strokes were in unison. I was held in tight enough to feel their legs slide against my chest forcing me to groan oh Jesus. With her hands still on my shoulders I felt Jen lean forward and press her lips against my right ear as she whispered, "Cum now, cum between my toes, mmmmmmm they feel so good don't they?"

The smell of her hair was clean and fresh. She continued to talk dirty to me and in no time resulted in the final turn on. I grunted oh Jesus as I felt the cum rising up through my shaft being squeezed by Carol's sweet toes. She felt it as well as she said, "He's cumin now Jen, he's cumin." 

Upon Hearing this Jen giggled in my ear and said, "That's it Mr. W., just let it all out between my toes." 

My body shaking uncontrollably I hugged their legs tightly and holding on for dear life I groaned, "I'm Cumming!!" The first load I felt being pulled from me by their toes caused me to thrust up hard from the water as I felt it leave me. 

It must have been quite a surprise seeing me rise up like that as Carol gasped, "Oh my god!" How they both managed to keep their toe locks on my cock I do not know. The second ejaculation was almost just as strong but did not come as such a surprise to them as they continued to pull and jerk their toes on my pulsing member. I began to settle down as my orgasm subsided. Finally, I collapsed resting the side of my head on top of their smooth thighs while their toes stroked my shriveling cock down to its flaccid state. As I lay there completely spent they soothingly ran their fingers through my hair, and talked about what they had done and how I reacted. 

After a while I pulled away and walked out of the pool using the stairs. I grabbed my towel and spread it on the concrete behind Jen and Carol. I laid down on my back feeling the sun on my chest and groin. A noticeable long sigh escaped me as I closed my eyes to rest. 

Still sitting on the edge with their legs dangling in the water, Carol and Jen heard my sigh and turned towards me. Carol said, "Have a nice nap Mr. W."

Jen reached over and ran her fingertips through my pubic hair and said, "Rest well Mr. W. you are going to need it for later." I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me. Exhausted and feeling her fingers gently running through my pubic hair I fell to sleep. 

Two hours later I awoke to the sound of them laughing as they played in the pool. I rolled over on to my right side watching in admiration of their energy and beauty. After a while they noticed I was awake and made their way over to my side of the pool. As they leaned over the edge facing me Jen said, " Welcome back sleepy head, you were snoring up a storm." Carol laughed and said, "You were definitely sound asleep." I saw Jen stare down at my cock as she asked me, "So, are you ready for one more go 'round?" 

I replied, "I don't know ladies, As much as I would love to I can't say for certain whether or not I am up to it." Carol who was closer to my cock reached over and began to fondle my cock with her fingers saying, "Well lets see if we can get a rise out of you." As Carol did this Jen moved in and began to play with my balls. I raised my left leg allowing her easy access to them. Watching them concentrate on my groin area as they worked over my cock was exciting. After several minutes of this I closed my eyes and began to feel myself grow hard between Carol's hot fingers. Her technique of stroking the shaft three or four times then move up and rub the head for a while then back to the shaft was masterful. All the while Jen's fingertips continued to probe gently into my nut sack. I had no choice but to get hard. 

Upon seeing my cock stiffen, Jen exclaimed, "Oh my looks like he is ready Carol." 

Carol laughed saying, "I knew he could not resist our touch." 

They stopped what they were doing and Carol backed away into the pool positioning herself a few feet from the edge. She instructed me to sit on the edge in front of her with my legs in the water. As I did this Jen got out of the pool and sat behind me straddling me with her long legs. Carol moved forward in between my legs lifting them up so that the back of my knees rested on her shoulders, the lower part of my legs flopped behind her. I felt Jen move in tighter behind me as I watched her shapely legs come around my waist. She then lifted them up resting her feet in my lap on either site of my cock. Carol grabbed my rigid member in her right hand as Jen handed her the bottle of oil. I watched as Carol applied a good amount to my cock and Jen's golden feet and toes. 

As she threw the bottle into the yard behind me she smiled up at me and said, "I think you are going to enjoy this." She began to stroke my cock slowly up and down, her beautiful young face inches from my throbbing cock. After a few strokes Jen lifted her right foot up near the head of my cock and she said, "Rub his cock's head into my foot." Carol smiled and guided the head of my cock against Jen's soft wrinkled soles. As she stroked my shaft with her hand the head of my cock rubbed up and down against Jen's sole. Feeling this caused my body to immediately lock up. Jen giggled as she felt me tighten between her legs. She added to my heightened state of pleasure by sliding the lower part of her left leg up and down my pubic area. The smooth feel of her bare leg there caused me to thrust upward. My breathing quickened as I felt my blood begin to race. Carol said, "That's it keep pumping Mr. W." I felt Jen's lips brush against my left ear as she whispered, "How does it feel having Carol jerk your cock into my foot."

All I could do was groan, "Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhgggggg" As I felt Carol quicken her stroke pace and the head of my cock rubbing heavily against Jen's sole. I watched as Jen flexed her foot and pointed her toes back and forth while the head of my cock throbbed against her wrinkled soles. 

I groaned again and laid back into Jen's arms as they continued their assault for several more minutes. Then I felt Carol slide her stroking fingers up to the head where she pressed her thumb against the sensitive underside and began to rub it up and down keeping the tip of the head pressed into the wrinkled sole of Jens right foot. As Carol did this Jen slid her left foot down locking the base of my shaft between her big toe and second toe as she began to stroke it the length of the shaft. I raised my head and after only several rubs of Carol's thumb I saw my clear precum begin to ooze out. Carol saw this and smiled as she began to guide the head of my cock along the instep of Jen's foot then up to the soft underside of her toes smearing my precum along the way. Carol's thumb was amazing as with each rub it coaxed out a rivulet of my precum. 

Jen commented by saying, "That's it rub his juices all over my foot and toes." Carol's left hand reached up as she squeezed my shaft between her thumb and index finger directly above Jen's toes. As I felt her thumb squeeze against the big vein of my shaft and stroke in unison with Jen's toes I quivered and shook thrusting my hips upward. 

Jen yelled, "whooooweeee!" and squeezed me hard between her thighs holding me in check. They both stroked and rubbed my cock even faster. My hip thrusts were in vain as all I could do was quiver between Jens thighs. As they both stroked me Jen said, "He is really shaking now." 

I reached down and grabbed on to Jen's shapely calves desperately holding on. I attempted to turn from side to side but could not. I watched as Jen reached down with her hands placing them underneath her thighs to gain added leverage. Feeling her calves flex in my hands was amazing and watching her toes and Carol's fingers working over my cock was causing me sensory overload as I began to feel my cum begin to rise into my cock toward my swollen head. 

Carol felt it first as she said, " I can feel his cock throbbing, he is going to blow any second now." 




Carol & Jen Treat Mr. W. Again



Jen told her, " Jerk him into my toes, I want to feel his hot wad between my toes." I watched as Carol guided the head of my cock up Jen's foot pressing the tip of it into the curled underside of her toes. Having the head of my cock where she wanted it, Jen leaned forward forcing me to lean forward as well and she began to wiggle her toes across the head of my cock. 

This final sensation was all it took as I grunted out loudly, "Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus…I am Cumming!" 

Jen giggled and whispered into my ear, "I knew this would do it, you love my toes so soft and sweet against your cocks head." 

I saw Carol grin and say, "That's it Jen work those toes." Carol then lowered her face between my legs and began to press the tip of her tongue against the thick vein between the base of my shaft and nut sack. I felt the tip of her tongue wiggle against it while my nuts bounced against her chin. I threw my hips up hard into Jen's wiggling toes and Carol's sweet face as I felt the first knot of cum being milked up my throbbing shaft. The final rub of Carol's thumb against the underside of my cock's head forced the first load of cum from me. I lunged up powerfully and watched as the thick wad shot hard into the soft underside of Jen's wiggling toes. 

Thick rivulets of my white cum ran between her toes and down the top of her tan foot. I felt another knot begin to rise up my shaft past Carol's wiggling tongue as she moaned it was coming. I lunged upwards again throwing my hips into the air as I witnessed my second load thickly spurt into Jen's toes. She wiggled them allowing my cum to ooze between them and down the top of her foot again. Two more times my body was wracked by orgasms brought on through the actions of these two beauties. I watched as the last of my seed found its way between Jen's toes. The space between her tan toes was filled with my cum. The top of her foot was covered with streams of my pearly white substance and looked wonderful against her tan skin.

As my shaking subsided I laid back feeling them finish me off draining my cock of every last drop. After several minutes my cock was flaccid for the second time that day as it flopped between Jen's toes and Carol's fingers. I rolled over to my right crossing over Jen's leg and on my hands and knees crawled on to my towel. I rested on my back still breathing hard and my muscles feeling like Jelly. I heard Jen and Carol laughing as they approached me and sat down next to me. 

Jen sat to my right side and said, "Before you pass out again I want you to watch this." She placed her cum soaked foot on my chest and slowly began to rub my cum into her foot, between her toes, and up her leg. All I could do was smile and moan. As I closed my eyes welcoming the darkness brought on by exhaustion, I felt the light fluttering of Carol's fingers moving across my sore cock and balls. The last thing I remember hearing before passing out was the sound of their sweet voices.



Carol & Jen Visit



Carol and Jen were back in town for college break. They asked if they could come by for a swim, adding of course that they would make it worth my while. How could I say no. I had not seen them for several months and really missed having them over. Last summer they treated me to such an amazing sexual experience. Now that they know I am a Leg and footman they enjoy using their legs and feet to get me off. Like I said, "How could I say no."

Shortly after their phone call they arrived at my front door wearing bikini swimsuits. They each gave me a hug telling me how much they missed me. 

Jen the big teaser of the two raised her knee up to my groin rubbing it up and down saying, "So how has it been hanging."

I pulled away, smiled and said, "Its been hanging just for the both of you."

Carol laughed, "Good that's what we like to hear."

Jen asked, "Mind if we jump in your pool for a swim?"

I said, "Sure, go for it. I'll be in here watching Sports Center."

They made their way to the pool in the back. I watched them from the kitchen window amazed at their youth and beauty. Their legs were incredible, strong and athletic. When I stop and think about the relationship I have with them I still find it incredible that these two 19 year olds love to get an old goat like me off. I am forty-one years old and they have told me on several occasions that I am a sexy old man. Carol and Jen both attend Universities on full athletic scholarships. I am sure they could get most any young man their age. I know for a fact that they both have had boyfriends. 

I have not seen them in over 6 months so the boyfriend thing may have changed but it never stopped them from having fun with me. 

I sat in the living room and turned on the TV to pass the time. I had been drinking lots of wine and was feeling pretty good. The TV helped in alleviating the anticipation of when Carol and Jen would stop swimming and take care of this raging hard-on between my legs. 

After a few hours I heard the sliding glass door to the backyard open as Carol and Jen entered into the house. I yelled in their direction, "Enjoy the swim?" 

They entered into the living room, their skin glowing from the suntan oil. 

Still drying her hair with a towel Jen responded, "It felt wonderful. I could feel the past semester of school wash away from my body."

Seeing the half full bottle of wine in the ice bucket Carol exclaimed, "Wine! May we have a glass?"

Help yourself I said, "Just don't drink and drive."

Jen laughed, "Oh we plan on being here for a while."

She approached me and sat down in front of my legs facing me. She raised her beautiful legs and placed a foot on the inside of each of my knees slowly spreading my legs open. She smiled at me saying, "Still contributing to minors I see."

Carol came over with a glass of wine in each hand and sat down next to Jen who was playfully opening and closing my legs with her feet. Each time she forced my legs open I could feel my cock grow beneath my shorts.

Carol smiled up at me and joined in the play by placing her right foot on top of my already hard cock rubbing it up and down over my shorts. 

She asked, "So did you miss us?"

I slide further down in my chair and closed my eyes saying, "Oh yes, very much so, can't you tell"

I heard them both giggle as they sipped their wine and continued on with what they were doing. 

I became completely hard in a matter of seconds. Finally, Carol removed her foot from my lap and stood up between my legs. Jen did the same as they both proceeded to remove my shorts and underwear. I raised my legs slightly as they pulled them down and slipped them off my feet. 

I remained slouched in my favorite chair. The chair is a huge old leather beast. Jen calls it my high class Archie Bunker chair. Carol climbed up on the right armrest throwing her beautiful feet into my lap, sandwiching my already hard cock between her soft wrinkled insteps. I moaned, "Oh that feels good. You don't waste any time do you."

She said, "I really missed feeling your cock between my feet." 

Jen ran out the living room quickly at the same time asking if I still kept the lotion in the nightstand next to the bed. I hollered after her that I did.

She returned quickly with the baby lotion in hand and jumped up on the left armrest. She squirted a healthy amount of lotion onto my cock and Carol's feet. She then lifted her right foot up and using her fingers spread her big toe and second toe apart, slipping the head of my cock between them. As she did this she said, "Ahhhh, very nice. Just like an old glove."

Feeling her do this I leaned forward slightly gasping a bit, having forgot how much of a tight fit it was between Jen's toes. Jen laughed and put her arm around my neck pulling me into her saying, "Nice and tight between my toes."

"Oh yes it is." I said, "Surprised me a bit."

She began to flex her ankle up and down sliding the head of my cock between her tight toes. The sensation was incredible, as I had no choice but to pump my hips up and down. 

Carol kept the base of my cock sandwiched between the insteps of her feet, squeezing my shaft and rubbing them back and forth. I watched as they worked over my cock I rubbed both sets of their fine taught legs, running my hands over their smooth skin made slick by the sun tan oil. I was at a loss with so much to feel and touch right there in my lap. I caressed their ankles, calves, knees and thighs, alternating from one to the other. The head of my cock became swollen and began to turn a light purple. The tight rubbing sensation between Jen's toes brought about a slight numbness to the sensitive nerves in that part of my cock. When she first started it was almost unbearable but in a short amount of time turned into a very pleasurable sensation. I relaxed and sunk back down into the chair. 

Jen recognized this and said in a calm soothing voice as she ran her fingers through my hair, "That's it, your doing better much better now."

They both threw an arm over the back of the chair behind my head leaning their bodies toward me. I felt their legs rest against my stomach and chest. My cock still between Carol's feet and Jen's toes followed suit as it was pulled slightly along. They continued to pump me as I felt their strong legs moving against my torso. Their legs are incredibly long as I felt Jen's knees rise beneath my throat each time she jerked her toes up over the head of my cock. 

Carol shifted her feet as her toes sandwich my cock I could feel all ten of her soft digits wrap around my shaft as she began to wiggle them around creating a new sensation for me. I began to throw my hips up more moving both sets of their legs up and down with each thrust. Jen increased the pace of her toe jerks over the head of my cock saying, "That's it baby keep pumping that cock between my toes. I want to feel it move." The increased weight of their legs across my stomach and chest as I pushed up added to my state of excitement. 

Suddenly I felt Jen move her left foot in between my legs as she turned it inward and slipped her toes underneath my nuts. I looked up into her face as she stared down at me and smiled as she began to flex the toes of her left foot up into my nuts. I jerked my body even more saying, "Oh, oh, you got it, Jen right there." 

Jen laughed, "I know, I can tell by your reaction." As she lifted her toes up into the underside of my nut sack wiggling them around. All the while she continued to jerk my swollen head between her toes. Jen was the more aggressive of the two with a tiny masochistic streak in her. 

We stayed like this for a while and I felt I was about to explode between Jens toes. I watched as Carol slid her left hand underneath both sets of their legs. I felt her palm slowly slide down against my stomach until it reached the pubic hair region surrounding my cock. She began to slowly run her fingertips through my pubic hairs pressing firmly into that area of my lower stomach. 

Suddenly because of all the wine I had earlier I felt the urge to urinate badly. Probably due to the wine and the weight of their legs across my stomach. I sat up and said, "Sorry ladies but we have to stop for a while I have to really piss badly." Carol said, "Oh not now, I can feel you being so close to cumming." 

Jen smiled and jumped up saying, "No wait this can be fun." To my surprise she grabbed both my hands and leaned back onto the floor lifting me from the chair. She continued to lie on the floor still holding my hands in each of hers causing me to slightly bend at the waist over her. I laughed asking, "What are you doing silly?"

She smile up at me, "You'll see."

I watched as she lifted her legs up placing the soles of her feet on either side of my cock telling me to lean forward as she pulled me down towards her. She said, "We use to call this an airplane ride as kids." 

I said, "No wait, I really have to pee first."

She looked up at me, "Nope not until you do this or we will stop."

That being said, I went for the airplane ride. I leaned forward resting most of my weight against her feet as she pulled on my hands. Slowly I increased my weight trusting that she would be able to support me with her legs. I had no doubt that she could as I saw the muscles in her thighs and calves flex. It had gotten to a point where my toes were the only part of my body touching the carpet. She now supported the majority of my weight. I looked down between my legs to see that my cock was directly between the insteps of her feet and had shrunk down to half its size. She smiled and said, "Now lets have some fun." I watched as she turned her feet inward in a pigeon toed fashion, feeling the bottom of her toes run against my pubic hairs. She began to curl her toes pressing them into me relaxing them then pressing them into me again. Over and over again she did this. Feeling the pressure combined with my weight against her feet really made me want to go pee. 

Jen laughed as she saw the uncomfortable expression cross my face, "Are my toes making you really feel like peeing?" 

I should have known this from last time. Jen had fetish for this sort of thing. 

I grunted a bit but held myself back. She continued to dig her toes into that area as I grunted on.

She turned her head towards Carol who was watching all of this and told her to go get the big bucket by the pool and hold it under me. 

Carol returned with the bucket and held it below the head of my cock. To my surprise she then began to jerk my cock with her other hand. After a few minutes of this I was not getting hard. The desire to stop myself from peeing was too much to enjoy Carol's hand job. Frustrated, Carol said, "Its not working. He won't get hard." 

Jen being the creative one said, "Okay, give me the bucket I will hold it and you sit on the foot stool behind him and jerk him with your toes from behind. That will get him hard." She then looked up at me and said, "I am going to let go of your hands so I can hold this bucket, you better not move or we will never come back to see you again." 

I said, "Okay…of course."

She held the bucket under my cock as Carol positioned herself behind me. I reached down and grabbed each of Jen's powerful legs with my hands for support. Feeling the sinewy muscles in her shapely calves flex as she continued to curl her toes into my full bladder. I watched Carols tan feet move under my balls as her toes slipped up the front. She reached around me grabbing my half hard cock and slipped it between the big toe and second to of each foot. I grunted upon feeling this as she slowly began to flex her feet forward and back. I could feel my balls pushing against the top of her ankles as her feet moved. After only a few seconds I could feel my cock begin to grow again. Carol was feeling this as well as she exclaimed to Jen, "I can feel his cock swelling between my toes." Jen smiled saying, "I can see it growing. Pump him harder Carol."

Carol wasted no time as I felt her pump her feet back and forth more deliberately. I looked down to see my cock being stroked between her toes from the base of my shaft to the very head in full measure. 

After several minutes I knew I was about to cum. Carol's toes had done their job. I was feeling good as I concentrated on what her beautiful toes were doing to me. Suddenly I felt her fingers begin to fondle my balls from behind. She began to tug and squeeze on them and I released a heavy sigh of ecstasy. My balls were full of cum and ready to explode. My thoughts were of grateful thanks to Carols wonderful toes as I became confident I would cum soon and then afterward knowing I could relieve myself and now longer feel humiliated by the desire of their beautiful legs and feet. 

Jen noticed it first as she said, "Okay, he is started to precum. I can see it." 

Carol said, "Good, I want to feel him explode between my toes." 

Much to my dismay, Jen said, "Not yet lets see if I can make him piss first."

Before I could say anything Jen smiled up at me and said, "You better hold on to my legs cause I am gonna make you pee."

I felt her squeeze and push her toes hard into my lower abdomen as she began to quickly slide her feet back and forth in quick jerks shaking my entire body. I gripped her calves in my hands more firmly, holding on for dear life. It was at this time I truly realized the strength of her slender hard legs as I felt the muscles tighten and flex beneath my grip. My body was shaking as she continued shake my body with her feet back and forth in quick jerks. I moaned feeling the urge to pee again.

Carol continued to hold on to my cock between her toes pulling on it feeling my shaft being milked. I realized that their feet were torturing me. My groans were coming out in quivering sounds caused by Jen's rapidly shaking feet across my lower stomach. The sounds that escaped me amused her as she said, "That's what I like to hear, now piss in the bucket for me. I know you want to."

It was as if my body was undecided on whether to cum or pee. Using her toes, Carol had practically brought me to the brink of orgasm. However, by using the pressure of her toes and feet against my wine filled bladder, Jen was creating the urge to make me pee.

I was going crazy. My mind was telling me one thing while me body desired the other. I felt my body giving way to Jen's powerful feet and toes as she continued to apply pressure to my bladder by shaking her feet and digging her toes into my lower abdomen. As my weight leaned heavy upon the bottom of her feet she continued to move them back and forth quickly causing my body to shake as I desperately held on to her strong calves keeping my balance. Carols toes stroked the length of my shaft from sensitive head to its base, keeping my cock firmly locked between her big toe and second toe. 

I moaned and pleaded for the first time for them to let me please pee and yet their actions upon my excited senses would not allow it. I wanted to pee but could not because Carol kept me just hard enough to stop from doing so. I watched as her tan toes kept pulling on my swollen shaft. Jen remained below me laughing and smiling as her powerful legs held me above her. She continued to shake my entire body by wiggling her feet quickly back and forth, maintaining the pressure on my full stomach and bladder. The expression on my face must have told her the whole story. She egged me on telling me to pee in the bucket that she held just below my throbbing cock. After several minutes of this torture she looked into my eyes asking in mocked innocence, "What's the matter? You don't know whether you want to cum or pee?" 

I moaned in mixed pleasure and pain, " Let me pee. I need to pee." As I continued to feel her strong smooth calf muscles flex in my hands.

Jen and Carol both laughed. 

After several more minutes I felt I was about to pass out. Finally, Jen's legs were beginning to tire from supporting my weight. As I felt her push me back to an upright position. She placed the bucket on the floor and walked me back into the chair where I sat down between Carol's long legs. Carol immediately wrapped her legs around my waist placing her feet in my lap. I watched as Jen grabbed the head of my cock with one hand while she spread open each of Carol's big toe and second toe with her other hand neatly guiding my sensitive head between them. Carol resumed her toe strokes of my cock. Watching and feeling these two beautiful leggy women working on my cock was taking me to the very edge. I moaned with pleasure knowing I was going to cum any second now. 

Jen saw this reaction in me and bent down to grab my legs saying; "Slide down in the chair," as she pulled on my legs. I did as she instructed, feeling the urge to cum with each magnificent pull of Carol's toes. 

Completely laid out in the chair now I watched as Jen approached me and straddled my waist just above Carol's pumping feet. I was completely sandwiched by them. Jen smiled as I watched her raise each of her knees placing them onto my lower abdomen. Feeling the pressure of her weight as her knees and shins pushed into my bloated stomach caused me to moan loudly, "Noooooo, you are going to make me pee all over the place!!!" I looked up into her smiling face as she began to slowly shift her weight back and forth on me. She said, "You either cum or you pee. I am not getting off you till you do either one." Feeling her knees and smooth shins move heavily back and forth was almost more than I could stand. I squirmed and moaned below her, the uncomfortable feeling driving me crazy. I grabbed Carol's smooth flexing calves concentrating my efforts on them and her toes desperately wanting to cum as she relentlessly continued to jerk me. All the while Jen giggled as she slowly rocked herself back and forth on her legs; my full bladder about to burst beneath shins and knees. Carol began to whisper in my ear telling me to cum between her toes. Incredibly, I felt myself becoming more excited as the urge to cum began to rise inside my cock. I was hoping it was my seed and not my piss. 

Carol said she could feel my cock swelling between her toes. I saw Jen turn her head to look back as she said, "He is starting to precum." She then reached behind her and grabbed both my swollen nuts in her fingers, fondling them gently. Upon feeling her do this I moaned in ecstasy. She looked down at me smiling saying, "You like that I can tell," as she continued to pull and fondle them. I was becoming increasingly more excited as the continued to work on me, Carol increased the speed of her toe jerks in longer more deliberated strokes while Jen pulled and squeezed my balls at the same time she continued to shift her weight on my straining bladder. 

Carol noticed it first as she exclaimed, "He is really getting wet on me feet, is he cumming yet?" Jen looked back over her shoulder saying, "No, but he is really leaking cum a lot." At this time I felt myself beginning to cum as I threw my hips up as best as I could against Jens weight. I desperately jerked my body up and down several times as I gripped Carols smooth flexing calves. Seeing this reaction in me Jen laughed as she began to shift her weight up and down upon by full stomach and bladder. No longer was she shifting her weight from side to side rather she was slightly bouncing on top of me. The first couple of bounces took the air out of me as I gasped and moaned saying, "Noooo, nooooo!" Jen smiled down at me saying, "Oh yes, I want to make you cum good!" As she continued to bounce upon me. Each time I felt her smooth knees and shins pound into my lower abdomen. She continued to fondle my balls as Carol increased her strokes. I was at the brink of orgasm. Jen held me there with her pressure into my abdomen. I ached to pee and cum at the same time. Finally, I felt it as Carol's toes ran across the sensitive portion of my head one final time. I threw my hips up hard and shouted, "That's it I am cumming." I heard Carol say, "Good, it's about time!" I felt Jen squeeze me nuts firmly. She raised herself up and let her weight fall heavily into my groin. I shouted, "Oh God!" as the air escaped me. My load of cum was literally forced out of me by her weight and Carol's gripping toes. As my cum shot out onto Carol's toes and feet she moaned softly, "His cum feels so hot." Jen looked back over her shoulder as she raised herself up again and squeezed my balls letting the weight of her knees and shins fall back onto me. Again I felt another load being forced out of me. She saw all this and turned back to me smiling as she said, "That looks so good." Several more times they forced my seed from me in the same manner, each time Jen's weight coming down on me pushed out a load of my cum between Carol's toes until there was nothing left but my shrunken manhood. Jen got up and sat on the armrest of the chair and Jen slipped out from underneath me. They both sat there as they had done in the beginning rubbing their toes and feet across my spent cock. The top of Carol's feet and toes was covered with my white jism. After a few moments of this I quickly got up and made a beeline for the latrine. Jen chased after me shouting, "I want to hold it while you pee." 




Carol & Jen Visit



Once in the bathroom Jen grabbed my cock pointing it down into the toilet. She stood there beside me as I struggled forcing myself to pee. She held my cock between her thumb and index finger massaging it back and forth. She said, "I love feeling the piss move through a guys cock when he pees." Carol entered into the room asking, "Has he peed yet?" Jen laughed, "Not yet." Carol moved along the other side of me and also grabbed my cock between her thumb and index finger just below the head. She said, "Good, I want to feel it also." 

I looked down watching and feeling their fingers gently tugging on my member caused me to release a long sigh of frustration as I struggled to tighten my bladder in an attempt to relieve myself. I leaned over the toilet placing my hands on the wall as I struggled to pee. Jen asked, "Well, is it coming yet?" 

Sounding a bit frustrated I said, "It is not easy for a guy to pee right after cumming and the both of you are not helping by holding it." Carol laughed as she bent down beside me moving her young face next to my cock as she squeezed and rubbed the head between her fingers. Jen also bent down next to my cock and continued to pull on the base of my shaft as well. I closed my eyes concentrating all my efforts on peeing and finally I felt the urge rise up inside me. After a few more grunts and strains I released a long-winded sigh as I felt the first stream squirt from me. I looked down at their fingers as they pulled on my shaft. My urine streamed out over Carols thumb into the bowl. She exclaimed, "There it goes!" Each time the girls pulled on my cock another golden jet shot out into the bowl. Carol's thumb was moist with my urine as it passed under the slit at the tip of my head. She said, "That feels so neat between my fingers." Jen said, "I told you so." Relieving my full bladder like this took several minutes as I continued to hear stream after stream splash into the bowl. Finally, I was done as they shook my dry wiping away the final golden drops with toilet paper. 

Afterwards we talked over a few more glasses of wine before I walked them to the door. As they were leaving Jen turned to me and smiled saying, "You know we will be in town for a few more weeks before heading back to school. Carol and I want to take matters into our own hands before we leave…if you know what I mean." I smiled saying, "I will look forward to that." I heard Carol giggle as they left.



Carol & Jen's Goodbye



I woke up that morning to the sound of something in my room. I rolled over to see the lovely sight of my two favorite girls standing next to my bed. 

Jen looked down at me smiling, "Hey sleepy head. You know you should be careful about who you give your house key to." 

Carol was standing next to her and laughed at what Jen had said. 

I yawned trying to wake myself, "My God, what time is it?"

Carol looked at her watch saying, "Its just after ten this fine beautiful morning. I think we need to wake you up." Having said that she threw back my covers and jumped on the bed next to me. 

Jen laughed and did the same, saying, "Yep time to wake you up." 

It had been two weeks since I last saw them and what a day that was. I was so sore after what they had done to me it took me two days to recover. 

I was awake enough to notice that they were both wearing shorts and had obviously been spending a lot of time out in the sun as they both had nice tans. 

They both sat on there knees next to me as I rolled over to face them propping the side of my head up. I asked, "Spring break is almost over, shouldn't you guys be heading back to school." Jen said, "Tomorrow is when we leave, but we wanted to give you a little something to remember us by until Xmas." 

I laid back down smiling, "I see, well nothing like enjoying a good wake-up call from to beautiful young women." 

I like to sleep in the nude and Carol took notice saying, "Look Jen he has a morning hard-on."

Jen looked and giggled then turned to me smiling, "Happy to see us this morning?" 

I laughed, "Oh yes, nothing like being woken up by two good looking females first thing in the morning. What more can a guy ask for." 

Carol had slowly made her way to the left side of me while Jen sat crossed legged on my right. 

Jen said, "Lay back and enjoy, while we play with your cock and balls." 

I propped my head up using two pillows to get a better view as I watched Carol throw her left leg over my thigh pushing the opposite leg with her foot. Jen saw this and did the same with her right foot. They both pushed against the inner thighs of my legs spreading my legs open. 

Jen reached into the drawer of the nightstand where she knew I kept the small bottle of baby oil and squirted some all over my groin area.

Carol reached in and grabbed my cock with her right hand and my left nut between the fingertips of her other hand. Jen did the same from her side, grabbing my right nut. They began to stroke my cock in unison while they each fondled one of my balls. The gentle squeezing and tugging of my nuts between their fingertips sent shivers of excitement down my legs into my toes. I watched as they slowly stroked my cock its full length making it grow with each stroke. Carols thumb and index finger made contact with the sensitive area at the head with each up stroke of her fingers. All this caused me to react by raising my hips slightly up from the bed. 

I could not help but moan with ecstasy as I watched these two tan beauties manipulating my cock with such expertise. I had known them for most of their lives and watched them grow up through High School and go on to college. They were best friends of my daughter who just returned to her school, they have always been around the place for one reason or another. Needless to say as they grew into such fine young women their curiosity regarding sex grew as well. I just happen to be the lucky recipient of their curiosity throughout the years. I was in the right place at the right time, to coin a phrase. They have gotten to know my sexual desires quite well and just what exactly excites me the most, as well as my body's reaction to their stimulations. 

Carol took notice of this as she said to Jen, "His nut feels tight between my fingers." Jen said, "This one does too, I can feel his skin tightening around my fingertips." 

They knew how much I enjoyed listening to them talk about what they are doing to me and how it excites me even further.

Carol leaned over close to my face smiling asking, "How you doing Mr. C.? Gonna cum for us soon?"

I could feel her gently tugging on my nut pulling it out and back and then letting it fall back in. 

Jen had a firm grip with her fingers around the shaft and I could feel her fingers pressing into the big vein running along the underside as she milked them upward into Carol's fingers, which were gently fondling the helmet of my cock. I could feel Jen's fingers being more active in my nut sack as several times she let my right nut slip out from between her fingers. She quickly tracked it down by delving her fingertips inside me to find it. Feeling this excited me even further as I threw my hips up higher until she found it and gripped it pulling it back out and continued to roll it between her fingers. 

Jen smiled down at me each time she did this. She said, "His nut feels like a little marble between my fingers."

I was becoming quite excited as I threw my hips up more quickly and forcefully. The girls quickened their hand stroke pace. My breathing increased and I felt my heart racing with each stroke. They continued to smile and chat with each other as they talked about what they were doing to me. In no time I began to ooze precum from the tip of my cock. Seeing this Carol released my cock and knelt in between my legs. She then lowered her beautiful face to a point just above my oozing cock head. Jen continued to stroke my cock in full measure using both hands squeezing out more precum. I felt Carols fingers grab onto both my nuts. Seeing her beautiful smiling face inches from my cock as she looked at me from that angle excited me even further. She could see how excited I was becoming as I attempted to thrust my cock into her face. She looked at me and said, "I can smell you're cum and I want it all over my face." Carol lowered her face pressing her right cheek against my swollen head as Jen used her hands to guide it along her skin. Carol's tan skin felt smooth and supple against the head of my cock as Jen guided it down the side of Carol's face and across her pouting full her lips. 

I watched in amazement as my sticky clear precum left a trail across her face and lips. Jen giggled saying, "That looks so good." Carol said, "This is something I wanted to do for a long time. It feels so warm on my skin." 

Carol's skin was flawlessly smooth as I continued to watch Jen stroke and guide the head of my cock across it. I could feel and see the slit open as it rubbed across Carol's supple skin. Before too long Carols face was covered with sticky rivulets of my precum across her lips, nose, and chin. I was throwing my hips up uncontrollably as I watched the head of my cock push against the soft tan skin of her face. Carol was moaning with delight each time she felt more of my precum ooze onto her face. 

Jen urged me on verbally saying, "That's it, give her all of it." Carol's fingers expertly delved into my nut sack this whole time and before long I was ready to explode. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and my blood racing with excitement. I moaned uncontrollably each time Jen stroked my shaft and pressed the head of my cock into Carol's face. She looked down at me as I began to squirm out of control and said, "This is what I call giving face. He is beginning to lose it Carol." 

Jen felt this as she said, "It won't be long now his cock is swelling and twitching between my fingers." 

Jen raised up her long left leg laying her calf across my lower abdomen in front of my shaft. Seeing and feeling the weight of her beautiful leg resting at the base of my throbbing cock was all it took to push me over the edge. I groaned loudly gripping her calf and threw my hips up into Carol's beautiful face as I felt the orgasm overtake me. Jen saw my reaction announcing with a smile, "Here he cums!" as she guided my purple head across Carols full lips. I saw Carol smile as she closed her eyes in anticipation of my first load. She squeezed my balls firmly jiggling them as I shot my load into her smiling lips. I watched it splatter across her lips and along the side of her nose. 

Jen said, "Whooowheee, good one!"

Carol moaned as she jiggled my balls some more coaxing out another load and Jen jerked her gripping fingers up to my throbbing head forcing a second load from my twitching member. I watched it shoot into Carol's chin and streak up to her bottom lip. Jen was relentless throughout my orgasm as she rubbed the head of my cock across the bridge of Carol's smooth pointy nose causing another load to streak across it. Small drops of it landed in the bangs of her hair. 

I looked into Carol's face covered with my seed and said, "Oh my God, your face is beautiful." Jen laughed, "What a beautiful mess you have all over your face Carol." 

After all was done Carol left the bed saying, "I have to see this," and ran into the bathroom. Upon seeing her face in the mirror she laughed, "Oh my God this is amazing! I look like one of those porno women." Jen finished off what little cum I had left in me by rubbing the head of my shrinking cock against her beautiful shapely calf. As she did this, the shakes of excitement in my body slowly began to subside as I released a long relaxing sigh. I felt my heartbeat slowly return to normal. Still rubbing my dripping cock against her smooth tan leg, Jen looked down at me and smiled saying, "I see you really enjoyed that."

Carol came back into the room rubbing my spent seed into her supple skin like a lotion saying, "That was incredible, feeling his hot cum shoot into my face. I could feel the head of his cock swell and open against my lips and face each time he shot a load." 

I rolled over onto my stomach saying, "Oh my God what a wake up call." 

Jen rolled me back onto my back by pushing against me with the heel of her right foot. Carol bent over and kissed the head of my seeping cock saying, "Mmmmm, that was something I have always wanted to feel." 

They rose up from the bed and threw the sheet over my spent body. I watched as they walked out. They quickly waved goodbye smiling back at me. I watched them leave admiring their tight Asses and long legs as they left towards the stairwell. I closed my eyes knowing I would not see them until Christmas break. 





Carol and John, Illicit Lovers



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker who edited this story.

This story is fiction. It is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are aged eighteen or older.

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How could I get into my mother's pants? To fuck her. To lie on her body, shoving my cock into her pussy as she cried out in lustful joy. At the age of eighteen, it was my constant fantasy. My tall, skinny, flat chested mother had somehow become a sex symbol to me; the vision that I saw in my fantasies. My jerk off dream girl.

I have no idea why I lusted after this homely, mature woman, in her forties. True, there was the intimacy of living in the same home. Mother and son, alone together. Maybe it was Mom's scent that turned me on. Maybe it was the fact that she was a loving mother who did her best for me. It could be that hers was the only live pussy I had ever seen. The nubile girls I went to school with had little attraction for me. Only my skinny mother had any appeal.

Mom had divorced my father when I was still a toddler. I did see him often, but not as much as when I was younger. He had remarried and had other responsibilities. In his defense, I will say that he took as much interest in me as he could, under the circumstances. We got along quite well.

My mother, Carol, was a very friendly woman. One of her good points was a beautiful smile. One that would light up her face. Even with that smile, she was not an attractive woman. She stood six feet, her arms and legs were stringy muscle. Totally titless, she could not be called a sexy woman. Her face didn't help any. It was plain, even homely. Her hair was mousy. She cut it square at chin level.

Mom rarely had a date. Very few of them resulted in repeats. She did have a few women friends. They would shop together and get together for bridge. Mom's mother was a frequent visitor. Her father had died a couple of years before this story starts.

Mom worked at a full time job as a bank officer. She did well financially. We never hurt for money. She dressed in business suits, usually pantsuits. She said her legs were not suited to skirts. But she would wear one occasionally, sometimes with nylons. It was always a turn-on for me when she did. Despite the fact that it wasn't an attractive sight.

I knew more about my mother than she thought. I knew she had a collection of vibrators. I knew she didn't trim the hair on her pussy and that she had a wild, dark bush. I knew she had large dark areolas and prominent nipples. I knew how she looked naked. I had peeked.

Her mother, Grandma, was a different woman than her daughter. In her early sixties, she was quite tall also, about 5'10". She was well built and shapely. With nice tits, slim waist and a pretty face. I never had sexual dreams about Grandma. Well, that's not quite true. A couple of times, I had jerk-off fantasies about her and Mom and I as a threesome. 

As far as I knew, Grandma was not dating any men. At least, I never heard her mention it. Shortly after her husband had passed away, she had retired. She lived not far from us in a comfortable house. 

My name is John. I'm six feet and weigh about 170. Slim, but not skinny. I'm not bad in the looks department, and I'm well endowed. At least I think I am. The only reference I had was seeing other guys in the shower after gym. We were always flaccid, so it was hard to tell. I checked my measurements against some of the stories I read. I measured up pretty good. But I couldn't be sure since I was reading fiction. At any rate, I was pretty sure that I was average or better.

In school I did well scholastically, but not socially. Although I am pretty well built, I don't have much interest in sports. I am definitely not a team player. I am basically a loner, and very shy, too. The girls in my class were mostly interested in jocks. I was too shy to overcome that disadvantage.

I was enrolled in a local junior college for the fall. I was not sure what I wanted to do with my life. I thought I would go to school locally until I had decided. My mother approved of my choice. She would be happy to have me at home for another year or two.

So at the age of eighteen, having just finished high school, I was still a virgin. My mother, and my grandmother too, were worried about the fact that I had so few dates. Thinking back, I realize that Mom and Grandma were the only women that I felt relaxed with.

Perhaps it was my shyness that caused me to obsess about my mother. To jerk off to fantasies about her every night. To make a, carefully hidden, spy hole so I could watch her in the bath. To sneak into her room to look through her drawers. To go through the hamper for her soiled panties; to inhale the aroma of her fragrant pussy.

I read stories on a site I had found on the internet "Literotica." I was hoping to find a way, but nothing seemed quite right. I imagined ways to make her my lover. I dreamt of sneaking into her room while she slept and tying her hands to the headboard, not her legs though. I wanted to feel them clasping me as I pumped my hard cock into her.

I imagined her coming to me asking me to be her lover. I thought about letting her catch me masturbating. I planned to catch her masturbating, shoving her vibrator into her hot pussy. 

I dreamt of fucking her, of eating her. Of her cries of, "Fuck me." Of my face buried in her aromatic cunt licking and sucking at her clit.

I dreamt of her kneeling in front of me, my cock in her wet mouth as she looked up at me adoringly.

But it was all dreams.

I didn't have a summer job, so I was home most days when Mom was at work. I would read or play games on my computer. I'd check the porn sites, too. I didn't really care for the videos. I much preferred to read stories. My imagination would put my mother into them, especially the incest tales.

I did a lot of the housework, too. I thought to give my mother a break since I wasn't doing anything. I would also mow Grandma's lawn for her every week and do any yard work she needed done.

Grandma always invited me in, afterwards, for a cold drink and to rest up. We talked about a lot of things. Current events, my future, Mom; Grandma said she wished Mom would date more. She said on one occasion, "She needs a man." 

"I'd love to be that man, if I could." I thought.

It was overhearing a conversation between Mom and Grandma that gave me the inspiration I needed.

It was a Saturday afternoon. They were sitting in the kitchen talking over coffee. I was upstairs in my bedroom playing on my computer. Bored, I decided to read for a while. I found that I had left my book downstairs in the living room. I started to go for it. 

At the top of the stairs, I heard my grandmother say, "If he was my son I'd have had him in bed long ago."

"Oh, Mom," It was my mother's voice replying. "That wouldn't be right. Even if I wanted to."

"It would be just what you both need." Grandma's voice again. "You said it yourself. You need a man. There's one right here for you; and he needs a woman to teach him. All he needs is a little self-confidence."

"He does excite me," Mom said. Her voice was soft. I could just make out what she said.

"Make yourself available to him," Grandma told her. "If you don't, I may try him out myself."

"Mom, that's awful," my mother's voice again. A pause, then she said, pensively. "I would have long ago, but I don't know how."

"Well, I guess you could start by wearing skimpier clothes around the house." Grandma replied. "Let's go look at what you have in your closet."

That was my cue to get back to my room.

I was sitting at my computer playing a game when the women came upstairs to Mom's room. They were poking through her closet. Every so often, I would hear a giggle from one of them.

They were still in the bedroom when I went downstairs to start dinner for us. I did most of the cooking that summer. With Mom working, and me off all day, it only made sense. Besides, I like to cook. I'm very good at it. Being a chef was one of the fields I was considering. 

Mom came downstairs wearing a dress; rare for her. It was a very pretty print, of quite thin material. Her mother followed her.

"Wow, you look good, Mom." I exclaimed. Actually she didn't really. What made her look good, to me, was the idea that it looked like she really did want to make love with me. I couldn't believe it. My cock started to get hard. I turned to the counter to hide the bulge.

"Are you staying for dinner, Grandma?" I asked over my shoulder.

"I don't think so," she replied. "I have a few things to do at home."

Mom told her that she was welcome, but Grandma insisted that she had to go. 

She did leave shortly telling my mother, "Keep me updated, Sweetie."

"I will," Mom told her.

I told Mom that dinner would take another half hour or so. She could relax in the living room while I finished up. She said she'd set the table, though, and started bustling about.

She leaned around me a few times to get things from drawers, rubbing against me while doing so. I noticed that she had dabbed on a touch of perfume. My boner got stiffer every time our bodies made contact.

I was able to get the food to the table without making too big a display of my hard-on. 

We sat opposite each other and Mom said, "I'm glad you like my dress, John."

"I think it makes you look sexy, Mom." I told her. I blushed then. I wasn't as shy with Mom as with girls I didn't know well, but I wasn't totally at ease talking like that.

Mom blushed too. 

"Thank you," she told me.

My hard-on had subsided a little by the time dinner was over. I was able to clear the table without embarrassment. I asked Mom if she wanted to watch a movie or a television show. She opted for a movie.

"You pick one out while I finish up here," I told her. "I'll bring some wine for the show."

I got a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. I started to pour but changed my mind. I brought the bottle and glasses to the living room. Mom was seated on the couch. I set the bottle and glasses on the coffee table.

Normally, we each would have sat in a separate chair. Mom patted the couch next to her indicating that I should sit there. We sat with about a foot of space between us. Mom drank her first glass of wine quickly; unusual for her. She poured another and sipped at it a little more slowly.

A thought ran through my mind. "This is starting to seem like one of the incest stories I read. Mother and son on the sofa."

About fifteen minutes into the movie, Mom poured her third glass of wine. I was still on my first.

My mind was racing. Should I make a move tonight? Should I wait a day or two? Mom seemed to be watching the movie. It was a chick flick that I wasn't paying much attention to. When she was halfway through her third glass of wine, I put my arm around her shoulders. She looked at me, seeming startled. After a minute's pause she slid over closer to me. 

I hugged her to me and whispered, "Thank you, Mom, for all you've done for me. I love you."

"Thank you, John." She replied. "I love you, too."

"Mom, it's more than the love of a son for his mother. I love you as a woman." Apparently, I had decided to take the plunge even though I hadn't realized it.

Mom looked at me her eyes big. 

"You do? How long have you felt that way? I'm your mother and a skinny old lady besides." She said all that in a rush.

"I've felt that way for years, Mom. There were lots of times I could hardly control myself." I paused. "I couldn't keep quiet any longer."

Mom's hand was on her mouth in a gesture of shock. "Oh my God." She repeated several times. Finally, almost stuttering she said, "What do you want, John?"

If I hadn't overheard Mom talking to Grandma earlier, I might have been scared off. 

As it is, I said, "I want to make love with you. I want to be the man in your life."

"Oh my God," she said again. "Do you really mean it?"

"Yes, Mom," I said. "I really love you."

She kissed me then, hard. She rained more kisses on my face. I finally grabbed a handful of hair to hold her head still for a kiss on the lips. It quickly turned hot with our tongues dancing and twisting with each other.

Mom straddled my lap. Her arms were around me. She was kissing me open mouthed. Hot and wet; lips mashing, tongues dancing. She was rubbing her panty clad pussy on my hard-on. It was still in my pants, but wanting to burst its way out. 

My hands were everywhere on her. Her tits, her thighs, the cheeks of her skinny ass.

She pulled back to look at me. 

"Take me to bed, John," she told me softly.

We stood, she took my hand. I led her to her bedroom. The only light was the soft glow of a couple of night lights. We stood by the side of her bed and kissed again, more softly this time. I was confused about what to do next. All I really knew was what I had read in the stories I read; or the porn I had watched. I never took the porn videos too seriously though. I always knew they were acting.

"Mom," I said. "I'm new at this."

Mom hugged me then. She sat on the bed and drew me to her. 

"I have wanted to make love with you for years," she told me. "I tried to think of ways to let you know, to seduce you. But I'm afraid I'm not very good at seduction. In fact, I didn't know how to go about it."

As she spoke, her fingers were unbuttoning my shirt. She slipped it back off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She pulled my t-shirt over my head. She drew me close then for another kiss. 

"I'm very nervous," she said. "And I think you are, too. We don't have to be in any hurry, John. Let's just relax and take our time."

I was kind of relieved to hear Mom say she was nervous, too. Strangely, it seemed to calm me. I felt her opening my belt buckle as she spoke. 

"I haven't undressed you since you were a little boy," her voice was soft, pensive. She opened my pants and pushed them over my hips letting them drop to my feet for me to step out of. My cock was tenting my boxer shorts as we kissed again.

She pushed my shorts down. They fell to my feet and I kicked them off. I was naked in front of my mother, the object of my desires. My cock was standing, throbbing with lust. Even so I was shaking, my nerves were betraying me. Here was the unknown. The fear of screwing up. I looked at my mother, still in her dress. I wanted to take it off her, to undress her as men did in the stories I read.

I didn't know how. I didn't know how to get her dress off. I felt like crying in my nervous frustration.

Mom reached for my cock, gently stroking it. She stood, as if she had just come to a decision. A decision she had really reached long ago. She shed her dress.

I didn't see how she did it. The dress was around her feet, she stepped out of it. My eyes were on the skimpy panties covering her snatch. One of her few sexy panties. She started to push them off her hips, but hesitated. She took my hands. She brought them to the elastic. For me to take them off her.

My hands were shaking. I pushed the panties down her legs, for her to kick off. My mother stood before me naked, offering herself to me. The wild tangle of her pubic hair before me. A sight that I had only seen before through a peephole. A sight that always aroused me. It was the fulfillment of a years' long dream. She turned to the bed, bending to turn the covers down. Her bare ass before me.

She turned back to me. She had sensed my nervousness earlier. She sensed that it was worse now. Look, I was about to realize a fantasy that had ruled me for several years. The yearning was one thing. The realization of the dream came about in a matter of hours. I was overwhelmed.

Mom sat back on the side of the bed. She drew me to her, to comfort me. To calm me as she would when I was a child. There were no words. None were needed.

When she sensed that I was calmed, a little, she lay back on the bed. She drew me down with her. We lay together, our naked bodies touching.

Somewhere along the line things had changed. She was no longer a woman to be conquered. She was once again a mother to offer comfort to her little boy. She held me tightly. Her hand patted me on the back. 

Eventually, I calmed down but I had lost my hard-on. It had deflated. It lay limp and flaccid between my legs. Mom fondled it, trying to bring him back. It didn't help. 

"It will be alright," she told me softly. "We'll wait. You'll be fine after a while. If we need to, we'll just sleep together until you're ready."

"Mom," I told her. "I can take care of you. Even if I can't do anything, I can make you feel good."

Mom hugged me tighter, "Thank you, John. That's a very nice thought. Maybe later or tomorrow." She paused. Then with her mouth next to my ear she whispered, "I really want our first time to be with you inside me."

Her words sent a thrill through me. I knew things would be ok. I knew my mother wanted me. That she wanted to fuck me.

She held my naked body. Kissing me once in a while. Light affectionate kisses. I dozed off. It was probably a couple of hours when I wakened. My cock was hard, lying along mom's slit. We were still in each other's arms. My nervousness had abated, to be replaced with a thrill of anticipation.

I think Mom was dozing when I kissed her. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing softly. My kiss woke her. She smiled when she opened her eyes to see me. The smile broadened when she felt my hard cock against her pussy. It was the beautiful smile that lit up her face.

Our kisses got hotter; wet, open mouthed, tongues dancing. My hand on her pussy felt the wetness on her labia. It was new to me. I had never touched a woman's pussy before. It was all new to me, even the hot kisses. My tongue in her mouth, hers in mine.

I sucked and licked at her nipples. I felt them harden between my lips. Without words, my mother urged me on top off her. Her hand on my cock guided me to her cunt. She led me into herself. Into the place I had dreamed of for so long. That wet, warm sanctum, a temple of lust.

Instinct took over as I pushed my cock into her. I heard a gasp as my cock stretched the vagina walls, a moan as I filled her emptiness. I was big for her. Her arms grasped me, her legs, too, held me; holding me close to her as I instinctively pumped my hard cock into her.

It never entered my mind that I was no longer a virgin. What I felt was a sense of completeness. As if I was where I belonged.

My dreams of my mother crying out "fuck me" as she came were not to be. I came far too quickly to give her an orgasm. I pumped my hot cum into her belly. It gushed from me in what seemed like an unending stream.

An orgasm such as I had never experienced. Jerking off, even to images of my mother, was never such a thrill. My entire body was consumed by the electric thrill of cumming, of cumming in my mother's cunt. My every cell aflame with the achievement of my triumph.

Mom held me as I softened. It was only after I was no longer stiff enough to pump my hard cock into her that I realized she hadn't cum. I tried to stammer out an apology. She shushed me. 

"It's ok, honey. I expected it," she whispered. "You'll be ready again soon. You'll make me cum, don't worry."

We lay together. I played with her nipples, sucked them and bit them. I kissed her body. I tongued her navel. I did the things I had read about in the incest stories I had read. My hand was on her pussy, my finger slipped into her. I felt her warmth, the wet heat of desire. I found her clit, to rub, to send thrills through her body. I pushed my finger into her. I pushed another in with it. She moaned at the feeling of fullness.

She kissed me hard as she fondled my cock. I could feel him stirring as he reawakened. She held me to her as I sucked at her nipples.

I started to slide down her body, to eat her. Once again she stopped me.