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Sounds

By: MustangKathi



Peter and I were had been in LA for a couple of days, staying in a cheap hotel in Venice. Mostly we hung out on the beach, which is where we met Nola, Lara and Val. They were about my age and all very cute. Nola was a white, tall brunette and had a kind of wicked attitude about her. Lara was short — about my height — with beautiful auburn hair. Val was somewhere in the middle, and a California blond. 

They were listening to one of my favorite bands from the 90s, L7. We struck up a conversation, and they invited us to stay and play cards. (Peter read a book.) After a couple of hours, we decided to go get something to drink. We found a restaurant and sat at the bar. 

"So what do you guys do?" I asked.

Lara and Val chortled.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Nothing," said Lara. "It's just that Nola has a very peculiar job. She beats men for a living."

"And fucks them up the ass. And pisses on them!" said Val.

"I'm a pro domme," said Nola. "And they're more or less right. Like everybody else in LA, I'm working on a script, and domming beats waitressing."

"I know, I used to be one, too," I said. 

"You're kidding!" said Nola. "That's so bizarre! Did you like it?"

"I liked it a lot," I said. "You meet all the types. But the good ones outweigh the bad ones."

Nola gave me a fist-bump.


"Gotta weed out the bad ones," she said. "And keep the good ones coming back."

"What about you, Lara?" I asked.

"Production assistant for a film company," she said.

"Assistant editor for a company that does videos and commercials." said Val. "Not nearly as fun as it sounds."

"So how'd you and Peter meet?" asked Nola.

"He was client of mine," I said.

"Wait — when you were a pro domme?" asked Lara.

"Yup. I met on my first day, and we kind of ended being friends. My dungeon got shut down — apparently, strap-on sex counts as prostitution in New York — and our relationship became more ..."

"Complicated," said Peter.

"So are you dating?" asked Nola.

"Kind of. Not conventionally," I said.

"We like each other and we like to fuck," said Peter. "And we also fuck other people."

"I'm bi," I said, "and I still like to fuck girls."

"So hold on," Lara asked, "Peter — what kind of kinky shit were you into?"

"Flogging? Caning?" asked Nola.

Peter nodded 'yes' after each question.

"Nipple clamps? Hot wax? Cock and ball torture?"

Yup, he'd done though, too.

"Strap-ons?"

"Hell, yes," I said. "He loves anything anal."

"Wow," said Lara. "Kinky boy."

"Shut up," said Val. "I thinks it's cool that Peter can admit he likes anal."

"What can I say," said Peter. "It turns me on."

"Sounds?" Nola asked.

"What are those?" asked Peter.

"You've never been sounded?" she asked.

"Never. Never even heard of them," he said.

And neither did I.

"They're medical tools," explained Nola. "They're stainless steel rods, of varying diameters. You sterilize them, lubricate and stick them into a cock. Basically, you're fucking the inside of a dick."

"Whoa," said Lara. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really," said Nola. "But it is very fucking intense."

A silence fell over the table.

"Do you think you'd like to try that, Peter?" asked Nola.

I could tell she was switching into domme mode.

"He'll try it," I said.

Peter looked over to me.

"Can we watch?" asked Val.

"Of course," I said. "Peter's an exhibitionist as well. He'd enjoy performing for you."

"Is this true?" asked Nola.

Peter was blushing. But I knew he'd do it.

"Yes, Nola, I'd like to be sounded," he said. "And I'd like it if Lara and Val could watch."

Nice.

Nola took out her phone and called the dungeon. She confirmed that it had a room open for the next couple hours.

"OK, we're on," she said, writing down an address in West Hollywood. "Peter and I need about a twenty minute head start to set up. Why don't we go now, and you girls can finish your drinks?"

Peter kissed me and headed off with our new friend. I saw Nola grab his ass on the way out the door, and hang on.

This was going to be a good afternoon.

Lara, Val and I finished our drinks and paid the bill. We got in our rental, and they helped me navigate LA traffic and get on the 405 Freeway. We took that to Santa Monica Boulevard and took that to West Hollywood. We found the building, an old, Art Deco-style business building. The dungeon occupied all of the top floor, above a gym and a yoga studio. 

I found that a little weird.

We took the elevator to the fourth floor and knocked on the door. A sign read "Fleming Consulting." It looked completely inconspicuous. The lock buzzed open and we walked in. 

And my jaw dropped. 

Dungeons in New York are vaguely shabby affairs. They're hidden in industrial buildings, and they're always the chance that neighbors will complain and you'll lose your lease. So the owners, who don't tend to be rich, don't put a lot of money into their places.

This, though, was different. They spent money here.

We walked down a small, dark hallway. The walls were completely upholstered with black leather. We turned the corner to find a phone girl sitting behind a small glass desk. It held a new looking iMac and a vase of flowers. A black leather couch sat against one wall. Electronic music played softly from somewhere.

The phone girl was gorgeous, and fully done up in fetish gear. When she stood, I saw she was well over six feet tall. She had on heels, but I bet she'd be just as tall as Peter flat-footed.

We told her we were here to see Nola, and she opened up a door (covered in red leather) and led us down to another hallway, past their rooms. Some of them were opened and I peaked in. They were huge, each done up in a different theme, each done beautifully.

There was a schoolroom, with adult-sized school desks, a blackboard, a globe and old-school posters depicting the male and female reproductive systems. There was even a stool in the corner with a dunce cap.

There was a Chinese torture room, with a throne, a series of suspension devices, a whole lots of canes, and cases and cases of acupuncture needles

There was another room lined that was painted to look like the inside of a castle. I recognized most of the equipment — St. Catherine's cross, a rack, a pillory, even a wheel. I'd never seen one before, but I knew how it worked. The wheel is about six feet in diameter and is hung from the ceiling. The slave is tied backwards to the wheel at the wrist and ankle, which is already an uncomfortable position. At the bottom was a large wooden trough, which would be filled with water. The wheel would rotate slowly, and the slave would experience a drowning sensation as he was dragged through the trough. 

These guys played hard. And I wanted to try out the wheel on myself. 

But there was one item I did not recognize. It a triangular piece of wood (equilateral, to be precise), about two feet per side and six feet long, which had been lacquered to a high sheen. 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"It's called the Spanish horse, or the wooden horse," explained the phone girl. "The slave is suspended above, then lowered onto the top point of the triangle. He — or she, I think it actually works better with women — has all of his weight on his perineum., which is very painful. So he will try to support his weight by pressing his thighs against the horse. That will work for a minute or two, but soon his thighs will give out. 

"If the slave is persistent, we'll tie small buckets to his feet and toss stones into them," she continued. That usually breaks him."

OK. Maybe I was out of my league here.

We passed a couple of rooms that were occupied. But I could hear screams coming from one, and sobbing coming from another. A woman sobbing, actually.

"Do you have many female clients?" I asked

"A lot," she said, "but they're almost always part of a couple — gay or straight. Sometimes they just play by themselves, and sometimes they use one of our pro dommes. But a lot of people are looking for a safe, clean place to play, and they're willing to pay a premium to get something nice. Room rentals are the bulk of our business."

Wow. That was completely different from New York. But these rooms looked like movie sets. I began to think Peter and I might need to make a return trip.

"And here we are," said the phone girl. "Enjoy."

We opened the door and walked into what looked like an operating room. Tile walls, tile floors. A drain in the middle of the floor. Huge surgical lights overhead. In the middle of the room was Peter, strapped into a medical chair. 

His legs were spread as wide as they good go, and beige leather splints on his legs insured he couldn't move. He also had leather splints on his arms, and they were spread out from his body. A beige leather posture collar pushed his head forward slightly, so he could see what was about to happen to his cock. Three wide leather belts held his chest and waist in place. And a bright red ball gag was stuffed into his mouth. He could only move his fingers and toes — he was completely immobilized.

Nola stood in front of him, naked save for a white lab coat. Several surgical trays, covered with white sheets, were at her side.

"Ready, ladies?" she asked. "Why don't you come down her and have a seat?"

Around her were three high aluminum stools, like bar stools. We sat down and prepared to drink in the show.

"This is what's going up Peter's cock," she said. 

She removed the cloth from the surgical tray. We saw sixteen shiny steel rods, divvied up into two groups. 

"These are the rosebud sounds," Nola said, pointing to one of the groups. "They've acquired their name from the their enlarged tips which resemble, to the kinky eye, a rose which has yet to bloom. The rods are eleven inches long, and made from surgical-quality stainless steel, and weight several ounces each."

"Due to the risk of infection, the sounds were sterilized in an autoclave. And I washed my hands with a sanitizer just before you arrived. In addition, I will be using a surgical lubricant, one which contains an antimicrobial compound. Peter, I would recommend you urinate shortly after our session has ended. And then drink cranberry juice. Do you understand?"

Peter nodded his head slightly. The posture collar was doing a pretty good job of keeping his head in place. 

Oh, and his drool was now coming out from around the ball gag. And his breathing was labored. I think he was scared about what he'd gotten himself into.

"And these are the Hegar sounds," she continued. "These have no tips, but are of uniform size all the way down the rod. What makes these different, and kinkier, is the slight s-shape to the sound. This results in a greater contortion of the urethra, and a more intense sensation for the patient. We will use these in the second round."

She took Peter's semi-flaccid cock in her hands and squeezed the head, opening the urethra. Then she inspected the collection of rosebud sounds, and selected one that looked too big to me. She applied surgical lube to the rosebud, then squeezed a drop into Peter's urethra.

She placed the sound onto of his pee-hole, and slowly pushed it in.

It was riveting. I'd never seen anything go into a penis before. Peter let out a loud, guttural moan. And she'd only gone in an inch. 

She pushed again, and the sound went deeper into his cock He moaned louder, and his cock began to come back to life. Nola pushed again and again, and the sound was deep into his cock. Then she slowly pulled the whole thing out. 

Peter moaned loudly and fought against his restraints. But he wasn't going anywhere. 

Nola pushed the sound back in all the way, and slowly began to fuck Peter's cock with it. Bubbles of spit were spilling out from around his ball gag. I saw him try to buck his hips, to fuck the sound himself, but the restraints were too strong. His eyes were riveted to his cock, as inches and inches of stainless steel entered his cock.

My God. This was hot.


I looked at Lara and Val, and they were spellbound. None of us had ever seen something like this.

Then Nola picked up a rosebud that was just a little bigger. Peter's eyes were bugged out. I don't think he was in pain, but he was clearly freaked out.

This was intense.

A little more surgical lube, and Nola finessed the sound into his cock. Peter moaned louder now, and sounded like some kind of wounded animal. His cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on his brow. He looked up to the ceiling, and succumbed to the inevitable. He let his cock get fucked.

Then Nola put down the sound and picked up another, slightly bigger sound. I looked down at his urethra. It seemed bigger — a little. But the sound Nola was going to use now looked to be twice of the size of the first one. 


A little more lube, and she positioned the sound at the top of his cock. I thought I heard Peter whimper. But Nola was as cool as the proverbial cucumber. She started to corkscrew the sound into his cock, but then I saw her look up at Peter. She was enjoying her own show.

Peter looked at the ceiling and went silent. I saw him tense his body and just hold it. Nola moved the sound up and down slowly, and Peter closed his eyes. A few more strokes, and she withdrew the sound. Finally, Peter relaxed. But then he started twitching against his restraints. 

I knew this reaction — he was having an orgasm. But there was no cum — a lot of pre-cum (his whole cock was soaked) — but no cum. He'd had an internal orgasm, like when's he fucked in the ass. But here it was the inside of his cock that got fucked.

Nola picked up one of the Hegar sounds. It wasn't as thick as the last rosebud sound, but the slight s-curve was intimidating as hell — there must have at least a quarter-inch swing. That doesn't sound like much — I admit — but take a look at a urethra sometime. It's only a quarter-inch big to begin with.

Peter was truly scared now. I think he was trying to shake his head 'no,' but the posture collar kept his head in place. He was grunting now, and sweat was running down his face. 

I stood up and grabbed the sheet which had covered the surgical tray. I folded into a small square, and walked over to Peter's head. I dabbed his brow, and wiped the sweat and drool from his cheeks and chin. 

"Relax, baby," I said. "You can't fight it. It's going in your cock."

I leaned over and kissed his ball gag, tonguing it slowly. 

Nola slid the Hegar sound into his cock, just up to the first curve. From now on, she would be prying his urethra open. 

Oh my God, I wanted this. I wanted to see this.

She went slowly, but you could definitely see the urethra open up. And Peter felt it. He moaned loudly, and then made several short, guttural sounds. Almost like he was barking. 

"You're doing it, baby," I said. 


But I don't even know if he heard me. 

Several more strokes, and Nola reached for a larger Hegar. Peter was sweating again, and his eyes were filling up with tears. The sound went in, and Peter drove his head back into the chair. 

He squeaked. 

Whatever was happening in his brain and his cock, it was pushing him to his limits. 

"Breath, baby," I said. "You can do this."

Nola was enjoying being her role as torturer, but I began to think Peter needed some support.

Nola withdrew the sound and picked up a bigger one. I saw her smile — she loved doing this. She lubed it up and slid the first inch in. We were at the first curve of the S.

"Val," said Lola, "why don't you take this one?"

Lola stepped back and Val grabbed the sound and the cock. She was in wonderland. She began to push the sound in, and I watched the urethra spread open. It must have been half an inch by now.

"Oh my god," she said, "you can feel the sound through his cock. You can feel it sliding down."

Lara jumped up and put her hand on his cock.

"Shit," she said, "that's amazing."

Then they took turns driving the sound into Peter's cock. He was bucking against his restraints, to no effect. He was sweating again, and tears came out of his eye. I took his hand in mine, trying to give him support, and he squeezed me back. A few more grunts, and his body went tense. Val and Lara kept fucking his cock. His body went limp, then tensed up again. I looked at his face, but his eyes weren't focusing. He went limp again, then tensed up. He looked up at Lara and Val, and then he went limp and let go of my hand. 

His breathing slowed, and I used the folded sheet to clean him up.

"He's done, girls," said Nola. "Pull the sound out slowly and give it to me."

Peter's cock was now free.

Nola came over and removed the ball gag. I took a seat.

"Don't try to speak now, Peter," she said. "Just relax."

She turned to me. 

"Was that three?" she asked.

"By my count, yes," I said.

"Congratulations, girls," she continued. "You made Peter cum three times in less than thirty seconds."

Peter looked up at me. 

"You're OK now," I said. "You did great. You made me proud."

I stroked his cheek. 

Nola removed the sheet from another surgical tray. Underneath it lay a squat, beige box, a bunch of wires and what looked like a small dildo, with a silver strip running up and over it.

"It's a TENS unit, Kathi," Nola said, putting on a harness. "It sends out an electric current, and the metal stripe on the dildo will carry it inside Peter's anus. He'll feel a shock — a good one — and then the current will stimulate his nerves, and his anus will clench down hard, really hard. I've set the TENS to WAVES, so the current will increase and decrease. I've found this setting to be the best for fucking, anal or vaginal."

Nola was impressing me. She was a real pro.

She put the electric dildo in her strap on and adjusted the leads. Then she stepped forward and wiped some of Peter's pre-cum off his dick. She used it as lube for the dildo. And then she slipped the dildo into his ass.

"I'm going to turn on the TENS now, Peter," she said. "Let me know when you feel something."

She turned the dial up slowly. In a few seconds, his hips twitched and he emerged from the dream world he'd been sent to.

"Jesus Christ," he said, "that hurt!"

Nola didn't respond. She flipped a few switches on the TENS, then faced Peter. She put her hands on his shoulders. I stepped back

"Enjoy, friend," she said.

And then she started to fuck him. 

The waves were about fifteen seconds apart. I would see Peter enjoy his fucking, and then he'd tense up, moan and exhale deeply. The electricity had its own rhythm apart from the fucking, and Peter was digging it. 

I could see Nola was trying to sync her stroking to the electricity. She was cruel, but she loved getting Peter off. His hands clenched and unclenched, then clenched again. He let out a low wail that got higher and louder as the electricity increase. His body twitched again, and he went limp. Drool came out of his mouth. 

Nola pulled out and walked over to his head. She undid the buckles on the posture collar and removed it. 

"Please turn your head to the side and open your mouth," she said.

She turned down the dial and slid her cock into his mouth. He sucked at it in earnest, but it wasn't big enough to deep throat. Then she hit the juice. Peter's head jerked off the cock.

"Fuck, that hurt," he said.

"I've put it on STEADY now, and I've cranked up the current. You've had four orgasms by my count ..."

I nodded at her.

"... and I'd like you you to suck my electric cock," she continued. "It will hurt, but it will be worth it. I'll fuck your ass some more, and give you another orgasm."

Predicament torture. I loved it.

As for Peter, he didn't even think about it. He put his mouth back on the dick, but immediately winced. But he regained his composure and started sucking again. You could tell the electricity was raising havoc with his tongue and jaw, but like a good whore, he kept his mouth on the dick.


Sounds



Nola pulled her cock out of her mouth. 

"Not bad, Peter," said Nola. "Actually, that was pretty good. I know how much that hurt."

So Nola had sucked on an electric dick, too. Interesting.

But — seriously — it's part of the domme's code that you never do something to a sub that you haven't had done to yourself. It's the only way to judge how much something hurts. It's part of what keeps BDSM violent and painful, but safe.

Nola re-positioned herself at Peter's crotch and proceeded to fuck his ass. I saw that she had cranked up the dial a little more, and it was driving Peter crazy. Within two minutes, Peter had had orgasm s #5 and 6.

Nola turned off the TENS and pulled out of Peter. He looked exhausted, almost gaunt. I dabbed at his face with the sheet. 

"Good boy," I said, "you're always my good boy."

"Kathi, I'd like your help with this," said Nola. "I'm certain Peter would like to ejaculate now, and I would hope you'd be willing to help with a hand job."

This was not a problem.

"Certainly," I said, beginning to stroke his dick. 


"Just don't let him cum," she said. "Not without my permission."

Peter was pretty much flaccid now — he'd been fucked out. But I knew how to get him hard again. He loved kissing, and he was good at it. So I put one hand on his cock, and wrapped my other arm around his head. And I kissed him.

I felt his cock begin to grow. I kissed him harder, and I heard him groan. Nola tossed me some lube and I poured it on his cock. I resumed stroking him. He was good and hard now.

"Stop," Nola said.

She walked in front of us, carrying a cattle prod. She pulled the trigger, and I heard it buzz. She pointed it at Peter's cock. I pulled my hand away.

"I'm going to give you a choice," she said. "I know you want to shoot your load, and that's fine. But if you do, I'm going to shock you. And it will hurt. It will be one of the most painful things you'll ever experience. I know — I've had a cattle prod used on me."

"Or you can stop right now, and go home," she continued. "But I will order you not to touch yourself until tomorrow morning. Kathi — that goes for you, too. You can't fuck him, or suck him, or touch him in any way."

"So the choice is yours. Cum now and get shocked. Or suffer knowing there's a big load in your balls that you can't get out. What do you want to do?"

I said nothing. But I did put my hand back on his cock.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Peter," I said.

He looked over at Val and Lara, then at Nola and the cattle prod. Then he looked up at me. He didn't say anything — he just nodded.

I started stroking him again. He moaned. I quickened my pace.

"Look out at Lara and Val," I said. "They're your audience. You're doing this for them."

He moaned again, and he came. His semen landed on his belly.

Nola asked me to hold the cock and expose its underside. She pulled the trigger, and I heard the cattle prod charging. She hovered the tip above the cock, right by the head.

Then she brought it down and shocked Peter, right on his cock.

He bucked against the restraints and screamed. 

It was over.

Nola released the restraints. Peter stumbled to his feet. I hugged him. Lara and Val came over and did the same.

"So how was it?" asked Nola.

"The cattle prod?" Peter asked. "Intense. Very fucking painful. But the pain ended immediately, nothing lingered. But it's very fucking scary to see that thing coming for your dick."

"And the electric dildo?"

"Wild. It made my butt clamp down on it very hard. But it also made me cum very hard. The blow job part was rough — that hurt a lot."

"And the sounds?"

"Unbelievably intense. No pain, though. Just a sensation of cock being filled up. And the visual was incredible."

"Thank you for letting us watch, Peter," said Lara. "That was a hell of a show."

"Yeah, thanks Peter," added Val.

"Thank Nola," said Peter. "She really knew what she was doing. I feel like she turned me inside out."

Peter headed off to the showers, and then the five off us went out for dinner together. His balls were empty, and he was in a relaxed mood. We didn't go out that night, but just headed back to the hotel to relax. We cuddled — didn't even fuck.

But when I woke up, I was horny as hell and I destroyed his ass. He loved it. 

And then we went to the beach.



Sounds Good To Me



It was a morning where neither of us HAD to be anywhere. A day to relax was in order. We had both been so busy with work and well, life, that we had not just taken a day to relax and enjoy a day together. Luckily neither of us required sleep because we had still been able to pleasure one another at odd hours of the day. That is something we would never miss regardless of how busy we were. 

We decided that we would travel to the river for the day. It was a beautiful day out and we had packed snacks, a radio and some sun lotion. Nothing else was in our bags, no cell phones, no beepers. We found a nice secluded place and lay down our blanket ready to enjoy the quiet. We were close to the water so as it got warm; we could walk in and cool off. The day was perfect. We were enjoying the sun, the breeze and each other, catching up with the details of things. 

I reach over and run my hand across your chest as we talk. We have this connection that just pulls me to you when you are near and I enjoy the feel of you. We continue to talk as my hand begins to move over your body. You know that my thoughts are wandering because of the way I am touching you. I am listening yet I have naughty thoughts going through my mind and you know this just by the look in my eyes. You enjoy teasing me, so you pretend not to notice that I am preoccupied and continue talking. You wonder if I will stop and allow you to talk or become more aggressive. After teasing me for a few minutes, you decide to put me out of my misery. 

You put your hand on top of mine and guide me down to your cock. I feel through your shorts that it is not completely hard, but not completely soft either. You know how much I enjoy the feel of your cock hardening in my mouth. Without taking a moment to contemplate, I move my face down to put your cock in my mouth. I quickly pull down your shorts and then slowly slide your semi-erect cock into my mouth, looking up at you as I do so. You see the look of enjoyment on my face as you begin to pull my head into you. You enjoy the feel of my mouth wrapped around your cock. 

We are both engrossed in one another and barely notice that we are out in the open. Luckily we are in a fairly secluded area and have pretty much been alone since we arrived. The excitement of the fact that we are out in the open makes it even more intense. I look up into your eyes and notice that your expression changes slightly. I pull my head back and stroke your cock with my hand while I turn to see what you appear to be looking at. You grab my head and pull it back into you quickly and look back down at me. 

Before you pull me back, I catch a glimpse of someone out of the corner of my eye. I look up in your face and you give me a look that lets me know it is okay. You turn slightly so I can see who is approaching and I see a very attractive bikini clad woman, soaking wet slowly walking toward us. The look on her face is amazing. She is watching us closely as she walks toward us, almost mesmerized. I continue to suck your cock, not allowing her presence to distract me. 

I look up and see that you are watching her, letting her know that it is okay for her to move closer to us. You periodically steal a glance down at me watching your cock slide between my lips. I feel your head begin to throb in my mouth and know that in moments; you will squirt cum right in my mouth. I use my hand, massaging your balls, almost begging them to release and I feel your hands pull me very close to your body. I look up just as you start to cum and you look away from our guest and directly at me as you unload in my mouth. I could catch every drop of it in my mouth, but decide that I should be a little sloppy for the benefit of the woman that is watching. 

I pull my head back and continue to stroke you, as you squirt more cum onto my face. I turn slightly and see that she is watching us completely. She is very attractive. Has intense blue eyes and a very pretty face framed by wet blonde hair. Her nipples are very erect through her dark blue bikini and I see her switching around trying to use her body to rub her pussy that I know is quite wet at this moment. 

You bend down and kiss me softly and then lean back up, extending your hand out to the woman. She looks as if for a moment, she realizes what she is doing and almost walks away. Your expression is so inviting, however, she can tell that she is safe. She takes one step forward and then notices that your cock is still hard. I enjoy watching her stare directly at your erect cock as she moves to take your hand. The only thing she says is "Sounds good to me" as she continues to approach our blanket. She kneels down to reach us, and does so as you pull her toward you. You lean up and in one motion, pull her bikini top up to reveal her very beautiful breasts. Your face goes forward and you lick her nipple, enjoying how her body reacts to your tongue. 

You see her hand move over and turn your head to see that she is massaging my neck with her hands as you lick her. She is letting us both know that she is comfortable with us both being there and pulling me into the touching. You reach your right hand down and slide your fingers inside her bikini, while your left hand slides inside mine. The feel of your hand is awesome and I cum almost instantaneously. I move back and let you position yourself so she can straddle your face. She pulls off her bikini and does just that. 

I am right next to the two of you, watching this very attractive woman ride your tongue. Her nipples are so hard, your cock is straight up and I am soaked at this scene. It is my own personal porno movie and I love every moment of it. I decide to slide onto your cock, because the view is driving me crazy. I face her and watch the expression on her face as your tongue explores her. I fuck you intensely as I can see her cum over and over again riding your face. She moves away quickly, and I know this is her version of 'uncle', she just can't take anymore. She sits back and watches me ride your cock, bending down to kiss you and taste her pussy on your face. 

You grab my hips and fuck up into me, the sound of slapping bodies LOUD with each stroke. You tell me you are going to cum and I pull up, looking at the blonde inviting her to join me. She moves down just as you start to cum and your hot cum shoots all over both of us this time. You look down to see this scene, which only makes you hornier. She leans forward and kisses me, as we exchange your cum in our kiss. You hear me purr as I feel her soft lips on mine and you can barely stand watching this. 

All of a sudden, the blonde stands up, adjusts her bathing suit and begins to walk back into the water. She looks back a final time before she swims away, and smiles at both of us with an evil grin. No names are exchanged, little talking has occurred; she merely joined in and then decided she needed to move along. I am a bit puzzled, but you decide that continuing is what you want to do and I feel your fingers slide into my pussy. 

Just then, I hear the dog bark. This is quite strange, since we didn't bring the dog with us to the river. I still feel your fingers in my pussy and at the same time wonder why the dog is barking. I quickly wake up and realize that the entire river scene was a dream. The dog is barking at the paper delivery person on Sunday morning and we are both still in bed. Luck for me though, your fingers are in my pussy just like in the dream. I open my eyes and you are smiling as you touch me, noticing how soaking wet I am. I roll toward you and snuggle up close to you. As I do so, I whisper in your ear "I have an idea, honey." You look at me with a question on your face, inquiring what my idea could be. "Let's go to the beach today" I say, "I have a great feeling about the day ahead." I tell you. 

You smile at me and simply say, "Sounds good to me, baby." 



Sounds In Sync



Chapter 1

My husband, Jeffery, died four years ago. It was peaceful for him, it seemed, though, with three sons, all teens, it was my life's hardest challenge. One good thing was he left us well covered financially. It's the emotional coverage that has been lacking and there was nothing he could do about that.

So, you cope.

Our two oldest boys are in college and there's only Neil, the youngest, eighteen and a senior in high school, left at home. While, of course, I miss my two older boys, Neil is a good student, never any trouble, and nice to have around.

The emotional vacuum left by Jeff's passing, has not been filled in any measure by anyone new and I've been left, like many single women, I suppose, to deal with matters as best I can.

For the first time since I was in college, I've now got a few vibrators and a dildo that provide me some sexual relief though never a good substitute for the real thing attached to a caring and attentive man.

So, my sex was strictly solo and, well, it's all I had.

I mostly tried to take care of my sexual needs when Neil wasn't around as I do like to enjoy my masturbating as much as I can and, well, sometimes, I get a bit spirited and vocal. But finding just the right time isn't always possible so, one night, I'd gone to bed and was using the dildo, I often forgo the vibrators when Neil is home, and I was in just the right mood for the feelings to be much better than usual.

So, I suppose I was a little louder than normal when I began hearing sounds from his end of the hallway. Of course my door was closed, his usually is as well but, after all, the rooms in the house are connected by heating ducts so I suppose that might be how I heard him.

There was little doubt of what I was hearing, my son was obviously masturbating as was his mother down the hall from him, masturbating as well.

Knowing Neil was doing the same, I tried to hold down my orgasm but, well, maybe there was a bit of extra eroticism in us doing it together in time if not space, and I was a little louder than I'd intended.

About a minute after I'd orgasmed, Neil, quite obviously, had a roaring orgasm himself that could not be mistaken for anything but. I lay there, part of me rather turned-on by it all, part of me rather wanting to put the whole thing out of my mind and fall asleep.

At breakfast the next morning, it was a Saturday, I fixed him bacon and eggs, the usual weekend fare he likes, and when I sat down with him while he ate, he said, quietly, "I really enjoyed last night, Mom, you know, when we were both, um, you know, getting off."

I felt my face warm and I just sipped some more of my coffee not knowing how to respond or even if I should.

When I didn't reply, he added, "I really thought it was cool to hear you cum when you did, I'm glad you have some enjoyment, you're still too young not to."

I just sat there, really at a loss, when he went on, "When I heard you, it just made me so hard, well, that I just had to do it myself."

I finally said, "Um, I did hear you as well, at the end, especially."

"We could do it together, Mom, it was really pretty cool last night, might even be better that way, doing it together. I've heard you before and, well, it's always been pretty hot listening to you. When I do, it helps me get off and, well, I would't mind if you saw me doing it."

I simply had no words that would come out of my mouth as he added, "I'll bet we would both be happier doing it together."

I soon left the kitchen, still unable to voice anything about his suggestion. But, it did not leave my thoughts, especially when I masturbated later that night. There were images of Neil, naked, stroking his penis as I lay opposite him, legs splayed, fingering deeply, both of us looking at each other as our passion erupted in unison. I tried to shake these thoughts away but they kept coming back unbidden.

Then, several days later, he returned to the subject as we were finishing supper.

"Have you thought about my idea, Mom, that we get ourselves off together?"

If I'm being honest, as soon as he said it, there was a feeling between my legs. I am human, after all, and some things happen whether you want them to or not.

"Honestly, Neil, I haven't, it just seems, well, improper for a mother and son to do something like that."

"We both have needs and desires, Mom, they're natural, you taught me that yourself."

"Yes, I know, but...well somethings are private."

"Okay but answer me this: Does the idea turn you on some? Be honest."

Shit. Be honest. Now what?

"Well, I don't see what that has to do with it," I put right back to him.

"It has everything to do with it, Mom. Look, we're both lonely, single, unattached. A little fun for ourselves is all we have, why not try to make it more fun, more, um, erotic, more enjoyable. I won't ever tell anyone, you know that. It's just you and me."

"But, well, I'm your mother not your girlfriend," I said, knowing it was a pretty lame argument.

"If that's supposed to mean that you're not sexy any more, well, I can tell you that you are wrong, very wrong. Maybe you'll be mad at me but I can tell you that you give erections to your youngest son, you're pretty hot, Mom. Why not enjoy it? We're both lonely, why not?"

Damn, I thought, he's right in a way. What would it be to get naked with my son and for each of us to have some solo fun?

So, I told him, "Well, we could try doing it in the same room, maybe with a sheet over our middles. But that's all I'm prepared to do."

"Okay, we can try that, why not?" he said with a rather mischievous grin on his face.

So, we watched TV until about ten, then he asked me, "Think we could try our new thing?" again, with that cute grin of his.

We got up and I went into my bedroom and got down to my bra and panties and got in bed, pulling the sheet up to my stomach. A minute later, in walked my youngest son in his briefs, quite tented-out, with a bottle of hand lotion, a beach towel and the grin he had on earlier.

He sat in a chair and put the towel over his lap and slid his briefs to the floor. I guess this was it, I thought, as he squirted some lotion on his palm and put his hand under the towel which began spearing straight up and down leaving no question as to what was happening underneath.

I suppose my part of the bargain was to also supply a bit of erotic interest by baring my breasts, which, thankfully, had mostly maintained their shape and lift over the years, I did look pretty good for a thirty-nine year old woman who has had three children. I was MILF material, I felt sure, but I was still hoping that my son would find me attractive, I am human, after all.

So, I reached around as I caught his eyes glued to me, unhooked my bra and pulled it off my arms.

I was hoping he wouldn't say anything but he did, "Oh, Mom, you're beautiful, really beautiful."

I've never read any advice column that said what a mom should say to her son when he compliments her on her boobs so I just did a simple, "Thank you," and put my hands under the sheet and pulled my panties off, bringing them out and with a bit of drama for the occasion, dropped them on the floor.

Then my hand went back under as I widened to begin rubbing.

"Mmm, oh, this is good, Mom, don't get mad but you're hotter than Playboy," he moaned as the towel went up and down.

Well, I knew that for my age, my boobs were pretty nice but I also knew that I couldn't compare with the hot, young women in the standard of men's magazines. But, well, it was still nice to hear such sweet words from my son.

I didn't really want to use any toys, that just seemed a little too much this first time out and my fingers have always been pretty effective at bringing me to orgasm, so I rubbed and fingered and rubbed some more, all the while underneath the sheet.

I tried to look elsewhere and not at Neil all the time but my eyes kept being pulled back to the rising and falling of the beach towel covering his lap. Thoughts of what he looked like underneath kept popping into my head, completely unbidden as I pressured myself on. There was no question about one thing: it was more arousing and erotic this way, no doubt about it. Much more.

"Are you close, Mom, I'm getting there. I'll slow down if you aren't," my son groaned as his arm moved up and down.

"Go ahead, if you want, Neil, it's okay," I panted as my breathing was beginning to become labored.

"No, I'll slow down, I really love it when we're together at the end," he said as his movement under the towel slowed.

I know as you read this it must sound somewhat strange but, though it had started out as pretty uncomfortable, it was becoming easier to be sexual in front of my son, it was seeming more natural and familiar.

I kept fingering myself getting myself closer as I knew Neil wanted and when I was finally panting, finger-fucking myself rapidly, I told him, "I'm close now, go ahead I'm right there," and his towel began going up and down much faster as his eyes closed and head fell back.

"OH, OH, UUH, huh, mmm, mmm, oh, Mom, that was go good, mmm," he groaned as I cried out, "OH, OH, MMM, SO GOOD, YES, YES, oh, oh, oh, it's sooo..." and I was laying back, out of breath, panting after the most wonderful orgasm I'd had in quite a few years.

"Wow, Mom, that was good, huh?"

I never thought one of my sons would be asking me about the quality of my orgasms but there it was. And, well, the truth is that he was mostly responsible for how wonderful it was.

Catching my breath, I told him, "Yes, Neil, it was quite wonderful. I guess I have to admit that you had a pretty good idea, it's quite erotic doing it this way."

"Think how good it would be if we could really watch each other, you know, without this towel and without your sheet."

"Hmm, well, I think it's time for bed. We can talk about that another time," I told him and he went off to bed as I turned out the light to lay there wondering if he was right, if we, both lonely and sexually alone, should try to have the best sexual experiences we could. But I just didn't know if I could get naked and masturbate in front of my son. I was pretty sure I'd enjoy watching him do it but for him watching his mother? Oh my.

Chapter 2

The thoughts didn't leave my mind all the next day and, when it came time for bed again, Neil asked me if we were going to have a repeat session. I told him we could and soon he came into my room in his briefs with the beach towel again.

He settled into the chair, covered his lap and slid the briefs off onto the floor.

I had taken my bra off which prompted him to comment, "You sure are making it easier for me when you look like that, Mom. You are so hot."

It was nice to hear but I decided not to comment. He had his lotion with him which he applied to his hand, then slipped it under the towel as it began to rise and fall.

I had already slipped off my panties so my fingers began pleasuring myself as I closed my eyes to enjoy it. It was definitely more erotic this way, feeling better and better as I opened my eyes to see my son stroking his cock up and down, the towel now on the floor. His head was back and I decided not to say anything, just watch as I began fingering myself, curving my two middle fingers in and out as he moved his fist up and down.

He was beautiful as he masturbated across from me, simply stunning, his young and muscular naked body softly shadowed in my bedroom's light as he stroked his long, lovely cock up and down as my heart beat to his rhythm. I hadn't felt this aroused in, well, years, many years. He was right, I thought, this is the way to do it, we should be able to see each other enjoying our masturbating to the fullest.

I pulled the sheet away and spread open as I ran my fingers in and out while my other hand pinched my nipples.

"Mmm, oh, so good, mmm," I murmured as I saw his eyes open, now realizing that I was naked and exposed.

"Oh, UUH, UUH, UUH, UMM, mmm," he groaned as spurt after spurt of his cum arced out of his cock falling onto his leg and wrist as he smiled at me so happily, so satisfied.

"You are so beautiful, Mom. Don't ever hide yourself, please," he asked while he stroked slowly in his chair.

His hand moving up and back was so hot, so erotic that I was getting nearer and nearer, then, the dam burst as my orgasm consumed my whole being. It was like I was swept up to the heavens, the most rousing self-pleasure I'd ever had. I had always enjoyed masturbating ever since my first time in the bathtub many years ago. And this was the best ever.

"Oh, Mom, you look so beautiful when you get off. I love seeing you like this. I could do it again, I'm so pumped."

Again? My son wants us to masturbate again? Then I realized that I was still running two fingers in and out of me as I leaned back against the headboard.

So, I told him, "Well, if you've still got the desire, I guess I do, too," and went on now in earnest to masturbate for the second time that night, now, openly for each other.

There was no question that being naked for each other was so much more sexy. Of course, nakedness is usually sexy but the fact that he was my son, my youngest son, and I was his mother and we were each being highly sexual for each other, intentionally turning each other on, well, that's more erotic than I'd imagined.

Now, seeing just how sexy and wonderful openly masturbating with my son could be, I opened my legs fully for him as I watched his eyes feasting on my nakedness as I fucked myself looking right at him.

He was stroking so purposefully, so into it, looking at me as he did. Yes, it was a turn-on, a gigantic turn-on.

"Oh, OH, MOM, I CAN'T WAIT," he cried out as his semen began streaming up, spurting out of his cock landing on his legs. I thought it terrible at the time but I wanted to jump up and plunge my mouth over him and suck it all in. It was an image that kept coming back to me for days, every time making me flood with wetness.

Watching my son cum so beautifully, so sweetly, pushed me right over into a wonderful orgasm, one of the shaking, trembling, really wild kind of orgasms that I always hope for and never happen often enough. I lay there after for a minute, just awash in the pleasure, my eyes closed as I felt Neil's lips press against mine.

He had gotten up and come over to kiss me. Then, two things happened; his tongue slid between my lips and his hand settled on my breast and squeezed gently. Then it was over, he pulled back and silently left the room leaving me with the feeling of a warm handprint on my breast and the memory of the first time a part of his body entered mine.

I lay there with my eyes still closed, my head spinning full of erotic thoughts and images of my youngest son, his perfect body so solid and male, as I realized how much I wanted him.

It was the first time I really saw that I wanted more with my son. I wanted to masturbate him, I wanted to hold his lovely cock in my hand, stroke it up and down, make it cum so hard, spurting his love juice all over me. I lay there filled with all kinds of sexy and salacious thoughts of my son as I hugged my spare pillow to me, wrapped my legs around it and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning, still with the pillow snug between my legs as I pulled it out and lay my head down on the large wet spot, softly fragrant with my inner scent reminding me of my arousal and bringing me back to thoughts of our intimacy the night before.

Chapter 3

It was Saturday so I got up, still naked from masturbating, and walked down the hall to Neil's room and realizing the worst thing I might see would be him masturbating which I was now quite familiar with, I opened his door, tiptoed to his bed and got in next to him, spooning him from behind.

"Uhh, Mom, oh, Mom," he groaned as I reached around him to take his hardening cock in my hand.

"Mmm, I've wondered what it feels like. I can feel it growing in my hand, that's pretty exciting. Feel good?"

"Oh, Mom, it feels wonderful, I've dreamed of this, you know, of you doing it for me," he said as he rolled onto his back pulling off the sheet as I began jacking him up and down.

"Do you have any hand lotion? I don't want to make you sore," I whispered as he slid the drawer open next to his bed and pulled out the bottle. I held my palm up and got a squirt and went back to pleasuring my son.

"Happy?" I asked him as I moved my fist up and down. I hadn't masturbated a man in years but, of course, it all comes back pretty quickly as I began twisting my hand when I got to the top.

"Oh, Mom, yes, this is so good, so hot, you are the best. I hope you'll let me do you," he said.

Well, it was one thing to be pleasuring my son but, well, did I really want him rubbing and fingering me? Of course, the image of him doing just that came into my mind and wouldn't leave, no matter what I tried. So, I concentrated on giving him the best release I could.

I took my time, his head was thrown back in obvious enjoyment, I knew I didn't want to rush it, I love my son and want the best for him, yes, even this, maybe even, especially this.

I went on up and down, then moved my hand up to the tip and twisted my slippery hand back and forth as he groaned, his hand reaching over to my breast and holding it firmly. 

He had only touched me once before in a sexual way but, after all, I had a grip on his cock so I wasn't surprised as I felt his fingers flex so sweetly.

"Uhh, Mom, oh, I'm...I'm...UUH, UUH, UUH, uh, mmm, mmm," he moaned as semen fountained up out of him as he cried out, "Oh, so good, so good, oh, mmm, mmm," while I continued to stroke him, now slower, letting him down easy, trying to not stop too quickly, just letting him glide back down to earth.

I leaned over and kissed him as I felt his tongue enter my lips and french me. Well, I thought he needed more than just a motherly kiss at this point, I still had my hand on his cock, so I tongued him back while he fondled my boob.

Then after a few minutes of kissing, we slid into each other's arms and held each other so contentedly.

"Thanks, Mom, that was incredible. I love you so much."

"I'm glad you're happy, I love you, too."

We lay there in each other's arms as I felt his hand move between us to cup my pubic mound and begin to rub his fingers along my pussy spreading the wetness.

"I'd like to do you, Mom, make you happy, too."

I didn't say anything, just raised my leg to give him better access as he continued to rub.

Neil's touch was quite wonderful, he told me later that he'd had a girlfriend when he was fourteen, I remember her, Melanie Griffin, a very pretty girl two years older than my son, who, he says, taught him how to masturbate her, all the little 'ins and outs' of doing it right. And he learned well. Little did I know that I would someday be the recipient of her welcome teaching of my young son in the intricacies of bringing a woman to orgasm.

And, good he was. Yes, he knew a woman's body perfectly as he moved to position himself better, bending down to suck a nipple as he pleasured me so wonderfully. His hands and fingers were the best my body has ever had. Honestly, most men are only so-so when they use anything other than their cocks or mouth and some, well, I was literally in the hands of a master and I concentrated on that.

As he pleasured me, I pleasured him as well, slowly stroking him in the soft morning sunlight filtering in the window, falling on us as we made each other so very happy.

He had his two middle fingers curved into me, rocking them in and out while the heel of his palm pressed against my clit, rubbing it around as his fingers caressed the walls of my vagina. Oh, he had learned well.

"Am I doing it all right?" he asked softly as I breathlessly told him he was.




Sounds In Sync



The heel of his hand was just making me so aroused as it pressed and rubbed over my clit, I knew I was close and began to shake and tremble.

"Oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, uh, mmm, mmm, oh, Neil, mmm," I cried as his hand and fingers kept going. "Oh, mmm, yes, oh, feels wonderful, mmm."

My son gave me a spectacular orgasm, one of the best I'd ever had. I lay there completely drained, his fingers still slowly caressing me inside as I came back down. It was pure bliss.

"Oh, Neil, I never knew you had such talents," I whispered.

"I'd do anything to make you happy, Mom, you know that. I loved doing it, I loved seeing you get off so wonderfully, it makes me happy to do it."

I kissed him again as we snuggled together warmed by the morning sun falling on our bare skin.

Finally, I murmured, "Mmm, as nice as this is, I've got things to do and you're probably hungry, right?"

"Yeah, but this is nice," he said as he kissed me softly on the lips as his fingers kneaded my breast. "But you're right, I guess we can't stay here all day. But I'd like to," he added with a devilish grin.

"You guys are all alike. Even you, my own son, come on," I kidded him as I pulled him up and he fell into my arms. He pushed me over backwards and ended up on top of me, his hips nestled between my splayed legs as he began pushing his cock at my pussy.

"Neil, we've done enough, come on, let's get up. Please, now."

He rolled off me and stood next to the bed. I looked up at him, standing over me now, his beautiful, hard cock wavering near my face, his handsome, youthful body brightly lit by the morning light streaming in the window, he was both beautiful and so virile as a droplet of precum glinted from the end of his erection showing me his eagerness and desire.

I got right up and went right to my room and pulled a robe on and went down to start the coffee.

He came down a few minutes later, still naked, coming up behind me to hug me from behind, his hands slipping in my robe to fondle my breasts as he pressed his hardness at me.

"Neil, you're my son, not my lover," I told him as I moved away from him. He went and sat down at the table as I added, "Do you mean to go around naked like that now?"

"Would you like me to?"

Of all the answers he could have given, that's the one that really went to my heart. The truth was that I was, perhaps, never so sexually aroused as I've been since Neil and I had begun our adventures together. It was a super-turn-on that just kept me wet all the time.

Our initial masturbation sessions were wonderful and with each increase in the level of intimacy, well, you've read what I've written. It has been nothing short of breathtaking. And, rather unexpectedly, I suppose, I feel even closer to my youngest son than ever before. And, I sense that the same is true for him. It just feels as though there are no walls or barriers between us at all. I'm really taken-aback by it all but so happy as well.

"What I'd like is for you to put some clothes on, Neil," I told him even though I wasn't so sure that I really wanted that at all. But he did go off and come back a few minutes later with a pair of shorts on.

We had a nice breakfast and spent most of the morning doing various chores that were the usual for us.

Then, Neil went off with some friends so I went to have some 'quality-time' with my vibrators. After about ten minutes, I clicked off my favorite wand, a two-headed one that I've always preferred, and just tossed it back into the drawer, got up and got dressed and went shopping.

Walking through the mall, carrying a bag with some sexy, new shoes, I walked by the Victoria's Secret store, went in and walked out a few minutes later with a thigh-length eyelet-trim nighty in a delicate rose floral print. It showed my cleavage quite nicely and might just be the right thing to wear around the house. We'd see.

I also went in one of the large department stores and in their young men's department bought several pair of bikini briefs in various colors. Just the thing for the sexy young man to wear around the house.

Chapter 4

When I got home, I took out my purchases and looked them over, even holding the briefs to my nose. I know I shouldn't tell about that but I did. Then I tried on the nighty and turned to see how I looked from all sides, even raising the front and back. I was to be forty in seven months and, well, it is my own opinion, but I looked damn good.

I went in and shaved extra close, giving my pubic area a double dose of moisturizer, then dabbed just a bit of my favorite fragrance between my thighs. I know what that sounds like and, well, yes, I was deciding to seduce my youngest son.

It was when I was looking at the nighties in Victoria's Secret that I realized that I wanted one to wear around my son after he'd become my lover. Yes, my lover, I wanted Neil in my bed, as my lover.

I laid the bikini briefs out on his bed, there were five of them, and I had them all lined up in a row. Then I changed back and went downstairs to wait for him to come home.

About five-thirty, he came in the back door as I was sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine.

"Hi, Mom," he said cheerfully as he leaned down to kiss my upturned face. I opened my lips and he slid his tongue inside for a quick little french. Then I told him, "I bought you something to wear around the house, Neil. Why don't you go up and change, try on what I bought you and come see what I bought. I'll be in my room."

I went up and quickly changed into the little nighty and waited. I heard him coming down the hall as I felt my pussy get wet, then he turned into my room and stopped.

Neil stood there looking at me, his new bikini briefs all bulged out as my son's cock hardened.

"Oh, nice, Mom, you look beautiful, wow, really sexy."

"Come on, you can help me start supper," and I walked past him and down the stairs to the kitchen and began getting our meal together.

"Is this what you want me to wear around the house? I liked what I wore this morning but if you like this better, it's okay by me."

"Well, sometimes being covered a little is even sexier. What do you think about you old mom in this?" I asked him as I twirled around for him.

"Perfect, it really makes you look so hot. Are you, um, wearing anything under that?"

I lifted the hem above my smooth, silken pubic mound.

"Oh, Mom, you fox, you," he said as he embraced me, our lips open, tonguing each other, as his hands caressed my butt.

"Mmm, come on, we need to get this finished," I told him as I went back to making our supper. "Pour us a glass of wine, Neil, it might just put us in the mood."

"Mood for what, Mom?"

"Whatever."

"That seems to leave a lot of room."

"I suppose it does," I dropped right between us.

"Hmm, okay, I'm for whatever with my sexy Mom," he said as his hand slid up under onto my butt to give me a squeeze.

I turned and squeezed him, yes, on that nice, large bulge.

"One nice squeeze, deserves another," I grinned and turned back to the stove.

Over dinner, he told me how much he was loving the way we were with each other now.

"I'm so glad, Mom, we're both happier now, right? It's just so much nicer this way. And, I love us dressing like this when we're home together. You look so nice, so hot. You're my Playmate of the Month."

"Well, I know I'm a bit past all that, Neil, but thanks, that's sweet," I said leaning over to kiss his open mouth as my hand reached under the table to squeeze his erection.

"Help me clean up and then we can go up and see what happens tonight," I teased him and it was just a few minutes until we were headed to my room together, Neil following me, no doubt focussed on my pussy from behind me.

"Oh, Mom, beautiful," he said and I knew then what he was looking at. For a thirty-nine year old woman, his words sounded pretty nice, I was feeling quite good about myself as a woman, his attention and my effect on him, easily observable in his briefs, was buoying my self-image to new heights. I, for the first time in a long, long time, felt highly sexual, that I was desirable, perhaps as desirable as I'd ever been.

He followed me into my bedroom and I turned and he was instantly in my arms as his lips sought out mine and his hands were hungrily everywhere. Then, I moved away from him, reached down and pulled the nighty off and lay down in the middle of my bed.

"Neil, I'm here for whatever you want of me. I want you to be happy and have whatever you want."

He stood there, I think, even with the somewhat salacious hints earlier, I had caught him off guard, I think he had given up on us ever going further in our sexual play together. Now, I was offering him everything, I was ready for my youngest son to become my lover.

"Do you really mean anything? Anything I want?"

"Come here and find out, Neil," I said raising my arms to him.

He got up on the bed kneeling next to me, bent over and kissed me, then kissed each nipple, sucking it in briefly, and went kissing me down my stomach and abdomen. I knew enough to know exactly where he was headed and I was drenched in anticipation. I love nothing more than a man's tongue probing my pussy.

As he shifted down, I opened for him to get between my legs as I raised them up onto his back and felt, for the first time, my son's tongue licking me so sweetly.

"Oh, Neil, oh, that's so good," I moaned as he licked and sucked and tongued me. I reached down to hold myself open as he began circling his tongue around and around inside me while I tried to hold myself still.

I really hadn't had a man make love to me in years now and Neil, even though he's just eighteen, he was sending me right up to the heavens with his oral caresses.

I simply exploded. How the neighbors kept from hearing me, I don't know. It was uncontrollable, I writhed, shook, humped against his face, screamed; it was pure ecstasy as my body was consumed in the purest joy imaginable. He kept tonguing me, not stopping, not slowing, just pleasuring me on and on and on.

"Up here, Neil, come, I want you so much," I begged, pulling him up over me as I felt his swollen cock press into me, pushing it in, deep in where I wanted him so. I was so wet that he just plunged into me, we were both so ready, we both wanted this so much.

I lifted my legs high so he could go deep, I wanted him fully inside me and asked him to just push hard and keep it there, to keep pushing as I moved my hips around, the tip of his cock rubbing me so deeply inside. It was delicious.

"Mmm, oh, Mom, you are the sexiest woman alive. I've dreamed of this and it's even so better than I'd imagined. I can't hold out long, this is so good," my son groaned as he held his cock deep while I circled around him.

"Yes, it is good, I think you'll be sleeping here with me from now on, I don't want that nice cock of yours very far from me when I get in the mood. And, you're keeping me in the mood all the time now, I hope you know that, Neil. You've got your mother hornier then she's ever been in her life."

"Same for me, Mom, I've never wanted anyone like I've wanted you. You are the hottest woman I've ever been with."

If you're a woman, you know how wonderful those words can be when you hear them from someone who counts in your life.

"You're sure making this woman very, very happy. I know I didn't want to do this when you first brought it up but, well, now, oh, Neil, I love what we're doing. I know it's very unconventional but if we're happy, well, I want us to be together like this as much as we can."

He raised up, looking down at his cock going in and out of me and said, "Mom, this is just how I want us to be together, just like this, connected right here," as he shoved deep into me.

"Mmm, yes, it's a lovely way to connect," I agreed as his long, youthful cock stroked so wonderfully in and out of me. I hadn't had a man's cock inside me in over five years and I relished just how wondrous a lovely cock attached to a man you love was, compared with a dildo or a vibrator. I was so happy.

"You make me so hard, I hope it feels so good for you, Mom, I want it to be really good for you," he groaned as he slowly drew back and forth.

"Wonderful, Neil, it's just wonderful. I'm so happy that you didn't just give up on me, that you kept wanting me like this. I love this so much. And, I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Mom, so very much."

"And now we can express our love in such a deep, wonderful way," I sighed as he arched over me, filling me and emptying me so thrillingly.

"And, fun, too," he said grinning down at me.

"Yes, and fun, too," I agreed as I wiggled under him.

"Are you getting close, I'm almost there?" Neil asked and I told him I was as well.

I had my legs folded back, holding my knees so he could get straight down into me as I urged him, "Mmm, just push hard and stay right there, don't pull back, just push," and he pressed down into me while I moved under him, up and back in small movements while also moving around a bit in a circle. I was also flexing my pelvic muscles over and over squeezing and relaxing on his cock as I felt it begin to throb.

"Oh, oh, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm," he groaned as his warm cum spurted deeply inside me.

"Oh, yes, yes, cum in me, mmm, oh, Neil, OOH, OOH, OOH, mmm," I cried out as my whole body convulsed in pure ecstasy and I was flooded with sensual pleasure from head to toe but especially in my middle, my pussy was throbbing with joy and love as my son and I entered our new life with one another.

We made love again that night and fell asleep in one another's arms, totally exhausted and totally happy. Our sleep was interrupted several times as neither of us had been used to sleeping with another person but those wakeful moments were also lovely little interludes of touching and affection.

As I woke the next morning, Neil was spooned behind me, one hand on my breast, his cock making itself known even as he slept. I turned and he rolled onto his back, tenting the sheet that had covered us as I now gently pulled it away and moved up over him to slide my lips down over his lovely erection to welcome him to a new day of love.

"Mmm, mmm, oh, Mom, that is so good, what a way to wake up," he groaned as his hand stroked my cheek as I smiled up at him. His cock became rock-hard in my mouth, hard and warm and obviously alive, as I sucked and tongued around the tip and along the shaft.

"Mmm, oh, I'm in heaven, what could be better," he murmured as I softly sucked my son's lovely cock.

I took my time, after all, my son was also now my lover. And this day began with us being more like lovers and less like parent and child.

Neil left all his things in his room but did sleep with me from then on and when one or both of his brothers came home on break, we were very careful to revert totally back to our former selves.

Like his brothers, he did go away to college the following fall but he attended a university only about thirty miles from here so it was cheaper to buy him a good, used car than pay the dorm fees. And, of course, we both had other reasons as well.

He's now in his third year, my two other sons, the older one is now married, living in a small city about six hundred miles away and is expecting his first child, a boy, so it seems, and the middle son is even more distant, Europe. He is a security analyst for NATO and is enjoying life in Brussels as an available single man.

That leaves Neil and I at home which, as you can imagine, suits us quite fine.  



Sounds Like Fun



The response from a sailor's wife on an idea he proposed.

Hey Baby;

Here are the pictures you asked for I even put in a couple special ones just for you. I you want to show the guys I know it will make their days. I just hope you men can get out of your racks after seeing them and actually concentrate on your work. I set the computer up in our bedroom and made a little home movie then took some still shots from the show. I think you will love watching me stick my dildos in my hot wet pussy (it is wet for you baby) and my hot tight ass. God I can't wait for you to get home and feel that wonderful cock deep in my ass.

When you told me you would be masturbating over the pictures and your buddies would be too I had to take care of myself right away and thought you might like these. I can just see all over you now stroking your pieces of thick meat to my image. It makes me so wet to think your friends want a piece of me. My pussy is throbbing right now as I write this letter to you. I will let you have a little smell of what awaits you when you get home. I am going to rub this letter all over my wet cunt for you. If you want to let your buddies have a smell too, I bet it really gets them hard. 

Now as far as your little idea of bringing a couple of your friends over to gangbang me, well I can't tell you how hot that got me and if you notice in the final picture I sent I am more than up for it. Just look at that picture where I am sucking one dildo and have one in my pussy and my ass, and that is just a little taste of what you men are in for. When I was playing I was imagining riding one of your hung friends, his thick cock deep in my hot cunt. I would have my lips wrapped around the big cock of the other friend you choose to join us. And you my sweet would be fucking my tight ass from behind, stretching it to the max. Oh God I can't wait to feel completely full! I came so hard doing that scene my juices shot out of my hot cunt. The bed was so wet I had to do laundry later that day!

I only have one rule though if we are going to do this. It is only you that gets to fuck my hot tight ass. I know it is your favorite and I just don't want to share that part with anyone else. I don't think the boys will be disappointed with this rule though my mouth and cunt are more than capable to satisfy all their needs. I can just see me now when you are all about to shoot your loads. I will be a cum hungry slut for you Baby! I want you all to pull out of my holes and shoot your hot cum all over my face and cover it so much it looks like I am wearing a spunk mask!

I have to stop writing for a moment because the thought has made me so horny again that I need to masturbate. 

Okay I am back. That was another nice cum. I was so turned on I almost go my whole fist up my wet cunt. Is that something you would like to see Baby? Would you like to try and shove your fist up my hole? I bet by the time I take on all your cocks I will be lose enough to do that for you!

God I miss you and I can't wait until you are home and make all our dreams cum true! You are the best man in the world and I love you so much it hurts. Before we have our kinky gangbang night I need for you to make love to me all night long. I want to feel your caresses and kisses all over my body. Just thinking of you has kept me in a state of perpetual horniness. Every extra second I have I end up rubbing myself silly thinking of you. I am going through panties like there is no tomorrow...LOL.

I hope you liked the pictures. Maybe we can keep the cam going when you bring your buddies over that way we can keep the event forever. It would be so hot to relive it again and again. I wait for that time and I am left breathless.

I miss you terribly and love you more and more

Your Slutty Wife

xxxxxoooooo



Sounds Like Mom's Home



Amber and her Dad were never the best of friends. She was conceived in a moment of lust, resulting in an unwanted teenage pregnancy followed by an unwanted marriage. Somehow, her parents Mark and Judy survived the first eighteen years of Amber's life together. It wasn't easy, or fun. None of the three could probably tell you why the parents stayed together.

Now the friction was to the point where any single event could lead to a meltdown.

Amber took the brunt of her father's aggravation. Even the people who knew her best did not know the horrors that the beautiful, blonde girl faced on a daily basis. There were no visible scars or telltale emotional warning signals.

Amber was too strong for that; too intelligent; and, too determined.

It was Saturday morning and Amber got out of bed around ten, certain that she had heard Mark tell Judy he was leaving. She opened the bedroom door, peeked around the corner, and walked quickly to the bathroom when it appeared nobody was in sight. She silently closed the bathroom door behind her.

She pulled off her jersey and stood naked in front of the mirror. Stressful battles with eating disorders brought on by family tensions had at least allowed her to maintain a slim figure. For all the joys in life she had missed out on, at least she had her looks. Nobody would take that from her.

She half turned and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. Her ass curved away from her lower back and down to her flawless legs. Her stomach was flat...her breasts full and firm.

With satisfaction, Amber turned on the water and got into the shower.

She let the water flow over her as if to cleanse her of all her troubles. It was great to have a peaceful Saturday morning for a change. After several minutes, she began to run soap over her body.

Amber's head snapped around at the sound of the door handle rattling. It had been loose for years and she knew the sound. She never locked the door after...the first visit, and the orders that followed it. Maybe she was wrong this time, but she doubted it. Amber froze. She heard the feet on the floor and then the unmistakable sound of a belt hitting the floor.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,' her mind screamed. 'No! He was gone.'

A long moment passed, then she saw the fingers wrap around the shower curtain. It pulled back just enough for a head to appear.

"Good morning, Amber."

"I thought...you...you were...," she stuttered.

"I was gone?" Mark finished for her. "Nah. Just wanted Judy to think I was gone so she would leave for her mother's. Mind if I join you?"

Mark did not wait for his daughter's response. He entered the shower at the far end like he always did—nude and erect. His eyes took in every inch of Amber's body. His erection grew longer in just the few seconds it took to gawk at her.

"Turn around, sweetie," he ordered.

Long ago she learned not to resist, argue or attempt to flee. She pivoted in the wetness to show him her firm ass and long legs.

"OK. Finish washing," Mark said in a calm voice.

Amber turned to face him, preferring to see what he was doing. She hated surprises, but especially at times like this. She tentatively washed her arms and legs, purposely avoiding the most erotic zones. Still, her father slowly stroked his penis as he watched.

Finally, Amber moved the bar of soap up to her breasts and began cleaning them. She looked down, following her own hand instead of the one prolonging the erection a couple feet away. She knew if she lingered too long, he'd be angry. So she slid the soap between her legs.

Amber methodically moved the soap up and down over her pussy and clit. She wondered if he knew this excited her, even in the midst of her disgust. The teenager spread her legs and rubbed harder. She watched her Dad let go of his cock.

"Let me finish," he said, just like he always did.

Amber handed him the soap...and turned around. Mark started at her shoulders, standing close enough to let his throbbing cock swipe across her ass as he moved. He reached around one time to touch her breast and then returned to her back. He stepped backward slightly and began his normal process of touching every square inch of her tight ass. Eventually, Amber spread her legs, knowing he'd want access to her pussy.

She felt his fingers explore the area. They worked their way up until contacting her clit—not in a sensual way, but rather like an assault. Amber pushed her ass backwards as if to avoid his hand, but that only cause her to make contact with his cock again. Mark pulled her even closer, his erect shaft pressing between her cheeks.

"Ah, you like that. Don't you?" Mark said. "Whore. You want me to fuck you."

Amber didn't want her father to fuck her. She wanted him to go away. Forever.

"Bend over then," Mark told Amber, pushing her forward at the top of her back.

Amber panicked. He normally had her suck him off, or he used a condom. But now he was about to fuck her and she was off the pill because she couldn't afford the pills and school at the same time. Then she felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cunt.

"Please. Let me give you a blowjob this time," Amber begged, almost in tears.

"No way, sweetie. It's been too long."

With a single, violent thrust, Mark put his cock deep inside his daughter's cunt. Amber groaned, which her father took as a sign of delight. He began to fuck her. Once he had the rhythm established and their footing was secure, he reached for her tits and rolled the nipples between his fingers. Amber stifled a moan. Her nipples were her most sensitive spots and she felt the surge clear to her pussy. Mark gripped her tits harder and fucked her faster.

Then his hand moved to her clit and Amber stiffened.

"That's it, honey. Just relax and cum...like you always do. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy one more time," Mark urged her. "Feel how good it is to have my cock in you and my hand on your clit."

The talk always did him more good than her. Amber was more affected by his hands, which were now frantically working her over both high and low. Her breath came in short spurts; her heart pounded; her pussy involuntarily clenched his cock.

"Yes! Cum for me, baby."

Amber would have done anything not to cum. She had tried every trick she knew. But it was useless. Soon, she was on the brink and her Dad knew it.

"Don't fight it. You're a whore. You need to cum. Let it go, Amber."

She tried to grip the slippery tile wall, but her fingers just formed a fist. Amber pounded the shower wall as she began to cum. She desperately tried not to make any sound, but a whine of satisfaction escaped her mouth when she could no longer prevent the orgasm. Each contraction deep inside her pussy caused her to moan a little louder and Mark compounded it by squeezing her nipples a little harder.

Half way through her orgasm, he started his own.

"Oh, fuck! Babe, I'm cumming. Yes! Yes!"

She felt the warm cum accumulating inside her. Mark's cock rammed into her over and over, their skin slapping together under the shower. He held her by the hips, pulling her back with each thrust as his orgasm came to an end. Two...three more violent plunges and the last of his cum filled her.

He remained in her, still semi-erect.

"God, child. You are a hell of a fuck."

Amber leaned forward and cried, her tears mixing in with the pouring water.

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"Hi, Mom. How's grandma?" Amber asked.

Judy kissed Amber on the cheek and laid a grocery bag on the kitchen table.

"She's fine. You really ought to go over more often and see her. She misses you," Judy said, methodically starting to put away the food.

"I know. I will."

Judy looked down at her daughter. "You OK?"

"Fine," Amber said with a shrug.

"You don't sound like it," Judy said.

"I'm fine, OK?"

The tone of Amber's voice was enough to make Judy back off. She wondered why Saturday's were sometimes a reason for sadness for her teenager. She thought kids lived for weekends.

"Hey, Mom?" Amber said.

"What, honey?"

Amber hesitated for a long moment. "Have you ever thought of leaving Dad?"

Judy stood like a statue, stunned by Amber's question. Most of her married life flashed before her eyes. Judy remembered the two times she had left Mark before—both times because of his affairs that were discovered by way of correspondence or phone calls or sightings in public places. They were when Amber was too young to put the pieces together and figure out why they were living in a new place and why Daddy wasn't with them.

Both times Judy returned to Mark. But each time brought on new anger and new resolve. She warned him that the next time—the last time—would mean dire consequences for him.

Judy sat next to her daughter. "Yes, I have."

"Recently?"

"Well, there have been things...long ago...that you don't need to worry about, darling. But he knows that any more, uh, slip-ups would be the end," Judy said.

"The end?" Amber repeated.

"You know I'm not a violent person, honey. But I can't promise that I could stop myself if...if there are any more...any more women."

It was difficult for Judy to say. But at eighteen, she figured her daughter was old enough to understand.

Amber just nodded and looked down at the table.

"Your Dad is not perfect, Amber. None of us are. But I've given in to him many times just trying to keep the family together—to give you a better life. Maybe your life would have been better without us...," Judy said.

"No. No, Mom. You did the right thing," Amber assured her.

"But if he does it again..."

The words trailed off. Amber barely heard them, deep in thought.

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Amber sat cross-legged on her bed staring out the window, listening to her cell phone's dial tone.

"Hey, Kristi. What's up?" Amber said when hearing the familiar voice answer.

"Amber! This is awesome. I was just thinking of you."

"Why?" Amber asked, falling onto her back.

"We need to get together. When was the last time we got into any trouble together?"

Amber laughed to herself, realizing that was exactly why she had called the nineteen year old queen of getting in trouble. Kristi's cheerleader looks and tomboy penchant for horsing around had earned her quite the reputation in high school. Nothing had changed in the year since.

"I know. In fact, I called to see if we could meet up this weekend," Amber said.

"Awesome. Just tell me where to be and when."

Amber made the arrangements and that evening the friends were chatting over pizza. The conversation was more than a half hour old before Amber finally got around to the main point.

"Hey, I have to ask you something," Amber said seriously.

"Sure. What?"

"You'd do almost anything for me, right? If I really, really needed something?" Amber asked.

Kristi looked surprised. "Of course I would."

Amber paused. "How about if you got to have sex at the same time?"

Kristi's eyes widened. "Shit! I'm there."

Amber laughed at her friend's eagerness. "What if I told you I wanted you to have sex with my Dad?"

"Your Dad?" Kristi stopped chewing and stared across the table. "You want me to fuck your Dad?"

"Seduce him first, then fuck him," Amber added nonchalantly. "With me there."

Kristi put a half-eaten piece of pizza back on the plate. "Have you lost your mind, girl?"

Amber looked concerned. "Please, Kristi. I really, really, really want this."

"Why?"

"I'll tell you that in a minute," Amber pleaded. "Please say yes."

Kristi pondered everything her friend had just asked of her. "Only because it's for you."

Amber beamed, jumping into Kristi's side of the booth and hugging her. "Thank you! Thank you! You won't regret this."

After the sudden show of appreciation was over and Amber was back on her side of the table, Kristi said, "Tell me what's up."

Amber took a deep breath and a long drink of her soda. Then she said, "It began a couple years ago...."

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When Mark entered the family room, he was surprised to see Kristi and Amber sitting together on the couch. It had been a long time since his daughter's gorgeous, blonde friend was over on a Saturday. Many times Mark had imagined himself stripping Kristi of her sexy clothes, tasting her young body, and then fucking her over and over. On this day, she looked extraordinarily tempting.

"Hi, Kristi," he said while plopping down in his favorite chair.

"Hi," Kristi said with a wide smile.

"It's great to see you again." Mark's eyes wandered up her shapely legs, past the bottom of her short skirt and up to the large breasts pushing against her tight sweater.

"Yeah. When Amber called I realized how long it's been since we've been together," Kristi said, uncrossing her legs and then crossing them again under Mark's watchful eye.

Amber smiled to herself. Kristi was going to play this to the hilt, and then some. She knew for a fact her lecherous father would never be able to resist her. She wondered if Kristi even bothered to wear panties. Hopefully, she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

They watched TV and chatted for a little while. If a visitor didn't know the background of the relationship between Amber and her father, they would have never suspected anything was going on. But the father and daughter knew, and the undercurrent was powerful. In this instance, Mark was conniving to get his hands on his daughter's best friend—never knowing that Kristi was intent on making every dream he ever had come true.

"Would you like something to eat or drink, Dad?" Amber asked.

"A beer would be great," Mark said, pleased by his daughter's apparent eagerness to serve him.

"I'll get it," Kristi said, hopping off the couch before Amber could even move.

Mark watched her walk into the kitchen, the little skirt swaying back and forth over her ass. He could see her open the refrigerator, close it, and then re-enter the family room with a bottle of beer. She held it by her side, but his eyes were on Kristi's chest, obviously unrestrained by a bra.

Kristi walked straight to him with an almost imperceptible grin on her face. As she lifted the bottle to give it to Mark, she let her hand brush against her skirt, causing it to rise along with the bottle before falling back down. In that instant, Mark got an unexpected view of Kristi's tanned thighs.

"Thanks, Kristi."

"You're welcome, Mr. Williams," Kristi said.

"Call me Mark." He had the beer in his hand, looking up into the nineteen year old girl's incredible face. He took a long drink. Kristi stared down at him.

"Is there anything else I can get you...Mark?" She pressed against his knees with her legs, in effect forcing him to separate his own legs. Kristi inched forward until she was almost touching Mark's crotch.

Mark put the top of the beer bottle under the hem of Kristi's skirt and slowly began to lift it. Amber could see the very top of Kristi's leg appear, yet there was no hint of panties. Mark lifted the skirt another couple inches and, finally, the thin strap of a thong became visible.

As Mark held the skirt in place, Kristi calmly put her hands on the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up. Mark let his eyes move up, past the teenager's flat, hard stomach to the bottom of her breasts. Then, as Kristi lifted the sweater over her head, Mark concentrated on the full, firm breasts and magnificent pink nipples that stood out from the tips. Kristi flung the sweater aside and fluffed her long, blonde hair back into place.

Mark used his free hand to hold Kristi's skirt up. Amber saw the beer bottle move forward until the top was touching Kristi's thong-covered pussy. Mark pressed the bottle up and the thin material of the thong began to disappear inside Kristi's hole. Kristi let out of a soft moan as an inch or so of the bottle entered her.

Then Mark removed the bottle and took a drink. He used his tongue to clean off the final drops of beer from around the top, gazing up at Kristi the entire time.

"You taste great," he said.

"Ready for a snack?" Kristi asked, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

"I'm starved."

Kristi leaned forward and put her hands on the arms of the chair. Her breasts hung directly in front of Amber's father, but only until she allowed  one of them to rest on his lips. Then Mark opened his mouth and, without any further effort required, he had as much of Kristi's breast to feast on as he liked.

Amber squirmed on the couch, more than a little stimulated by the scene she had been watching. She wanted desperately to play with herself, but also knew she had to let the whole thing play out if her intended goal was to be fully met. So she just watched as her father licked and sucked her best friend's luscious breasts.

"Oh, God, that's good. Bite my nipples. Please!" Kristi begged.

Mark put the beer bottle on the table next to him, never losing contact with Kristi's tit. With that done, he was able to fulfill her request and also place both hands on the girl's ass. He squeezed her cheeks roughly and pulled aside her thong. Amber could see Mark's fingers search out Kristi's cunt and begin to probe it.

"Fuck, yes. Suck me harder, Mark. Harder!"

Kristi writhed between Mark's legs, seemingly ready to cum at any moment. Although she couldn't see it, Amber knew her father's cock had to be rock hard inside his pants.

Mark had Kristi's skirt pushed up onto her back, exposing her ass completely. He yanked the thong down until it clung tightly around her youthful thighs. His hands were everywhere, frantically exploring her ass and pussy as he alternated between Kristi's breasts. The girl's moans came louder and more quickly.

"I want you to strip for me. Get naked," Mark suddenly ordered.

Kristi was somewhat relieved to get away from his mouth and hands for a minute. The whole thing was becoming more erotic than she had imagined. So she quickly stood up and took a step back from the chair.

Amber saw the light glisten off Kristi's wet tits. The nipples were a dark red now from the attention her Dad's teeth had given them. Then Kristi put her thumbs inside the waistband of her skirt and she slowly pushed it down.

All eyes were on her lower body as the skirt slipped down, past her knees and gathered around her ankles. Kristi gracefully kicked it aside and let Mark stare at her pussy, barely hidden by the tiny thong. A few seconds later, the thong, too, was on the floor and Kristi stood naked.

Mark pulled down the zipper on his pants, reached inside his shorts and pulled out his long, thick erection. It was Kristi's turn to stare now and she was a little startled by the size of the cock pointing up at her. She was used to her teenage boyfriends and their less than spectacular organs. This one was...spectacular.

"Turn around," Mark said.

Kristi half-turned, making eye contact with Amber for the first time since approaching her father with the beer. Amber grinned nervously and Kristi winked back. They were both OK...so far.

Kristi felt Mark's fingers trace the outline of her ass, ending up at the entrance to her now-wet pussy. He gathered the moisture on his finger and rubbed it on her inner thighs.

"You're very beautiful, Kristi."

She took that as permission to face him again.

"Thanks." Her eyes were locked back onto his throbbing cock.

"See what you've done to me?" he said, gripping his cock with one hand and stroking it a single time.

"What do you think we should do about it?" Kristi asked.

"You felt awfully wet to me. Maybe we can use it to satisfy that need. You deserve it," he said.

"Can Amber join us?"

"Of course," Mark said, glancing over at his daughter. "That sounds a little...kinky."

Kristi smiled. "Do you like kinky?"

"Sometimes." Mark looked up at Kristi.

"Well, I've got just the thing for you," Kristi replied. "Why don't we move to a bedroom."




Sounds of an Intense Male Orgasm



I just could not hold back; I was holding back a week worth.

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Sounds of the Night



April 3- April 24

Work has began to take over too much of my life. I've been working for six days a week, 8:00 to 6:00 for the last three weeks now. The pay is good, but it has been hurting my marriage and family a lot. I rarely get to see my three year old daughter and beautiful wife Amy. The only day I do is on Sunday, but I'm so tired and bummed out knowing tomorrow is Monday, that I don't feel like doing much.

June 2

We haven't made love in two months. Amy is really edgy right now too. She always wants it, and I wish I could give it to her, but I just can't. She dropped a bomb on me the other day, she wants to have another child. I don't think my work load could handle another child. I barely get to see out first one. She didn't seem to like my response.

June 5

Well, I tried. I tried giving her the new child she wants. Deep down I want it to, but it like I'm making out more like a chore than anything. The sex was good. She enjoyed it... twice. We've always had a great sex life, and she never complained. It is just that our sexual activity has died down beyond belief. I feel like I can't provide.

June 23

Well, Amy isn't pregnant. We've tried several times since the first, but it hasn't succeeded. I'm not impotent or anything. She's not infertile, it just isn't clicking. She seemed to take it pretty hard, yet she seemed optimistic. On the other hand, my good friend Tim is coming by and spending a few days here. I haven't seen him in years.

June 27

Tim arrived. The man is like a brickhouse; straight from the military. About 6'5", built, athletic, and a shaved head. We used to be roommates in college. We're both pretty built, but his black skin clings to his muscles almost like Spandex. He never met Amy before. They said the basic "Hi's" and "How are you's?" I showed him his room. It's right behind our room. He took a big liking to our daughter, Danielle.

The Night it Happened

"So Matt, how did you land a fine piece of art like Amy?"

"Tim, I already told you, we met at a business party."

"That's right, she was drunk, so she didn't know any better." We both had a laugh at that one. Tim has always had a good sense of humor. Amy liked it as well. She would laugh and giggle with almost everything he said.

"So this is your last night here Tim?" asked Amy.

"Yeah, I got to head back out to station."

"Not to pry or anything, but how come a "stud" like you don't have a girlfriend?" Amy asked again.

"Well when I'm on duty, it's hard for me to maintain a close relationship. I mean, I've had some girlfriends while in the army, just not any really serious ones."

Amy seemed to linger to his every word. She also seemed a bit depressed in the fact that Tim was leaving after tonight.

I pulled her aside, "Why are you looking so sad?"

"I wish he didn't have to go. He's so funny and we always have a great time." she said.

"Yeah I know. But he should be back again." She smiled a bit on that, and kissed my lips and went back to the dining room.

I had to get up early in the morning because of work, so I went to sleep a bit early, around 9:00 PM. Amy and Tim stayed up and talked. Around 9:45 I woke up to go to the bathroom. I heard Amy talking to Tim about wanting another child and how we have been trying. I felt a bit hurt that she'd be talking a friend of mine about a subject like that, but I get over things pretty quickly.

I'm a light sleeper and around 10:15 I felt Amy slide into bed. She moved in close and pressed her rock hard ass against my groin. I moaned a bit, but didn't do anything. I was tired. At about 10:40, I was stirred by some minor shuffling in the room next to me. I looked over and Amy wasn't there. I again heard some shuffling and a slight giggle coming from the room next door. Now Tim doesn't giggle, but Amy does. I got up quietly and crept to the doorway of Tim's room. In there, I saw one of the most beautiful scenes I could ever lay my eyes upon.

I peered into the room through the halfway opened door and saw some light on. I saw the bed spread get pushed aside, and saw a tanned, white thigh push its way up. I then saw a black hand slide its way down the thigh and under the covers. I knew then what was happening. I mean, I had a major hunch once I heard the giggling from the room, but this just confirmed it. Karen was making love to Tim. Or should I say Tim was making love to Karen? Either, my wife was with another man. However, I didn't even bother stopping it. I was too fixated on the images. The bed spread had slipped off to the floor (to my delight) and I could see all the action. My wife was lying under Tim's massive black body. Her thighs were wrapped around his ass with her heels gently pushing him in deeper. Her arms were around his neck with her lips on his ear. She was moaning under her breath everytime he pounded into her. Ohh the beautiful sound it would make when he'd fully enter her. The soft collision of his black skin against her white body.

I could see his black dick glide easily into her pink folds. Her head was cocked to the side, and her mouth in a perfect, small circle. He was stretching her wide. He had one hand under her head propping it up, and the other cupping her left 36 C breast. Her 5'"7" frame looked so small under him. She was squirming under him, so he took her in his arms and rolled onto his back. She was looking down at him, licking her lips. I could see his mouth sucking on one of her nipples as he began thrusting upward as she came down on him. He kept a hand on her tight ass, and squeezed it softly. I could see the hickey he left on her neck and a portion of the love bites on her chest. Her long blonde hair was covering his face, but I could see her head around his chest, kissing and sucking on it. I heard her gasp his name, and I worried about our daughter. I went to her room, but she was still asleep. I hurried back to Tim's room, and saw they had gone back to Tim being on top. He was pistoning into her, faster than before. He had amazing staying power. She was teasing his ear again with her tongue, and I heard him exclaim he was going to cum. He began to remove himself from her, when out of no where I saw her hands squeeze his ass and pull him back into her.

Then, she said the most amazing thing, "no...no...in me...please...I want to feel you cum as I do..." My jaw dropped. This was the first time I noticed he had no condom on. But I was in no position to stop him. She moved her lips to his and slipped her wet tongue deep into his mouth and kept it there. She took one hand and took his and placed it on her chest. Her eyes were shut, as was his. His grunting increased in volume, and her moans became more frequent. Her thighs stayed around his hips and they remained in their kiss. I could see he was losing his composure because his thrusts became more out of control. He thrusted as deep as he could into her, and held it there. I knew he was cumming. He stopped moving, her tongue danced with his. She was racked with an orgasm. His ass contracted as he shot streams of his potent semen deep into her unprotected womb. He just lied on top of her, kissing and touching her body. She gasped for air as she came down from her orgasm. She was still trembling.

"Tim, my God. I have never in my life, cum like that," Amy said.

"I'm sorry, I kinda got carried away," he said with a chuckle.

They stayed together and just kissed. I left the doorway and went back to my room. I had mixed emotions. Both jealous and excited. I then heard, through the wall, Karen exclaim, "Oh God Tim, again?" I tried to fall asleep, to mild success.

I awoke in the morning, and Amy was next to me in bed. Her tight ass pressed against my groin again. I had to go to work, and Tim left during the day. Amy stayed asleep while I left. I really wanted to talk to her about, but I didn't think I should. So I didn't, well, at least for a while.

September 24

It has been about three months since Tim had my wife. My jealousy and hurt from the experience are gone. An interesting thing has occurred though. Amy's stomach has bulged out a bit, and she is showing that she is pregnant. She is so very happy. I'm happy for her too. I know who the dad is though. It's not me. It has to be Tim. Amy and I talked about the incident. I forgave her. I didn't really feel she needed to apologize anyways. She told me how it began. I'll go back to her words...

"Well when you went to sleep that night, Tim and I stayed up and talked. Somehow, the subject landed on us trying to have kids. Tim said he always wanted a son, but feared he'd never be able to have one. With him saying that, I never imagined giving myself to him so he could fulfill a "dream" of his. However, we continued talking, and I felt his hand on my thigh. I was startled at first, but his hand slid up and down so softly I didn't want him to stop. I began to move closer to him so he could get better access. Then you came downstairs so I moved back and we just continued talking. This went on for a bit, and he and I said we were both tired."

"Both of us went to bed, and no later than twenty minutes after being in bed, I saw him in the doorway. He was looking at me, and motioning me to him. I got up and went to talk to him. He said he felt a bit lonely. I had some sympathy for him because I knew he'd be leaving tomorrow. I also noticed him looking at my chest a lot as we talked. I felt a little bold, so I framed them as best I could. He was getting more daring and his hand landed on the small of my back as we went to his room. I don't know how I got there, but I did. When we got into his room, I had turned around to turn on the light. When I returned, he pulled me to him, and kissed my cheek. He went on to tell me how has never been with a white woman before, and had always fancied the idea. This was really turning me on, and my nipples became hard and my pussy was wet. He must've saw this, because he picked me up and laid me on the bed. I didn't want to get up and move, so I just laid there waiting for him."

"He leaned down and we kissed for the first time. His tongue felt so good in my mouth. His hands went straight for my chest and I didn't resist. I just moaned as he had his way. He managed to take my panties off, and he proceeded to eat me out slowly at first, and then more powerfully as I came. After this, I saw his dick for the first time. I was just amazed by the color. Images popped into my head about him entering me with it. This just made me wetter."

"Before he entered me, he asked about a condom. I said, "no, don't worry about it." I wanted to completely feel him take me. And he took me so slow Matt, I felt so special when he did. He took his time entering me, and just kept complimenting my body. All I could do was lie back and left him use me. Well he didn't really use me. We both shared a mutual want, and we took it. I kept looking down the whole time to see his jet black dick enter my pink folds. The color difference kept sending me over the edge."

"I wanted him to cum in me because I knew of one thing; pregnancy. I'm so sorry about that Matt, but I needed to feel it. He couldn't get over my chest though. And you saw the love bites on them. He just kept telling me how great they were. He called them perfect, and wished he could touch them all the time. I said "tonight, they are all yours." He just groaned with delight."

"He took me three times that night. I loved it when he was on top, crushing my body a bit. I felt so vulnerable. He took me from behind, and he me on top too. I kept keeping him in me so he'd cum in my body. It was so hot and thick when he did. I kept cumming and cumming. After the last time, I stayed with him for about twenty minutes, and we just "made out" in a sense like teenagers would."

December 12

Well she is really showing now. I'm so proud of her. She still looks as beautiful as always. We were talking about names for the baby. Amy insists that if it is a boy, we name is after the father, Tim. I had some resentment over that, but I've grown to accept the fact that the child isn't really "mine" per say. I wonder what Tim will say when he finds out?



Sounds of the Night



The room is warm but a cool breeze blows in through the open window. It dances across your naked body and your nipples stiffen. The silk bindings at your wrists and ankles hold you firmly to the bed. The blindfold across your eyes blocks out the moonlight and makes the darkness surrounding you complete. 

Sounds of the night reach your ears . . . the gentle rustling of the leaves outside in the breeze . . . the plaintive cry of a whippoorwill in the distance . . . the lonesome call of an owl . . . But then another sound enters your consciousness. You strain to hear and feel again the bindings that hold you captive. You wonder at what the sounds could be. They are soft and somewhat muted, yet nearby. Again, the breeze caresses your body and brings the sounds closer. As it tickles the insides of your thighs, you hear a soft moan, then a sigh. Slightly wet sounds follow and you begin to realize that someone else is in the room . . . they are kissing. The thought sends an electric thrill through you. You listen closely and hear more moans, some soft and feminine, some deeper. They are becoming more passionate. You hear clothing falling to the floor. The sound of a zipper is followed by a deep, masculine moan. In your mind, you see the couple, holding each other closely, flesh pressed against flesh, the woman's hand reaching inside the open zipper to elicit more moans from her aroused partner.

Your body grows warm. You are keenly aware of how hard your nipples are and you feel a wetness beginning between your slightly parted legs. The sounds are closer now. You feel the presence of the couple very near you. In your mind, you see the man's hands moving over her body and you feel sensations on your own skin as if you are being touched. 

You hear a gasp and you know he has touched her there. A tingling has started between your own legs and you feel yourself swelling there as your arousal increases. The woman's moans have become soft cries. More wet noises conjure an image of the man's head between her legs. A low moan escapes your own lips and your raise your hips slightly, your body seeking the tongue that is arousing without even touching you. The woman's breathing has become faster and you sense her peak is approaching. 

You strain against your bindings and the heat and wetness spread from your center. You feel it traveling down your legs and you curl your toes. You feel it moving up through the pit of your stomach and the warmth moves into your breasts. You know they are flushed with excitement and your nipples have become even larger and fuller.

The woman's breathing is coming in short, sharp gasps, then suddenly ceases. You hold your own breath and when her cry of ecstasy shatters the darkness you feel it go directly to the center of your heat. The woman's cry goes on and on and melts in a long low moan. You lift your hips as high as you can and press them into the sound, trying desperately to catch the pleasure, but it is just out of your grasp. 

The woman's moan gradually changes to a sigh of satisfaction, but you feel as you are on fire. When you hear the groan that means that he has entered her, you give an anguished cry of need. The bed is wet beneath you; you are shaking your head back and forth. The sounds of bodies moving against each other, wet, slapping sounds, are almost more than you can take. You ache to be filled. 

Suddenly, you are startled by a presence on the bed next to you. Confused you turn to look but can only see the darkness imposed by the blindfold. The room is full of the sounds of the couple's passion as they move toward their orgasms. When you feel the touch on your thigh, you cry aloud. You do not know for certain if it is real or your imagination. You have become so caught up in the sounds and the scent of sex that you can now smell that you are not sure of your other senses. But then the feeling on your thigh becomes more defined and you know that it is a real hand. Fingertips are moving closer to the heat and wetness between your legs. You moan and try to move closer to them. When they brush your hair there, you almost whimper with your need. Then, at last, they touch you and spread you open. They slide easily through your wetness and find your aching bud. Your body jerks and you lift your hips again. This time your effort is rewarded with the exquisite touch of a tongue that flicks and licks you lightly. It circles your swollen clit and you feel the pressure that has been building for so long gather and then break and you can't hold back the scream. 

As you struggle to catch your breath, you hear again the sounds of the other couple. They are moving quickly toward their climax. You feel someone moving over you and then a hardness that slides into your body. It fills you completely and you practically cry at the feeling. Hands move to untie the binds at your wrists and you are finally able to wrap your arms around the body above you and pull it close as it thrusts into you. Moans from you, the other couple and your lover fill the room now. As your second climax rushes at you, you hear the woman scream and the man cry out and you feel the hot liquid fill you as your lover joins in the mutual orgasm. The sensations overwhelm you and the orgasm extends on for an indefinite period of time as you give yourself over to it.

Gradually, you become aware that the thrusting has stopped and you feel the weight of the body resting on yours. Fingers work at the blindfold and moonlight fills your vision again. Shapes slowly become more distinct and you can make out the face looking down at you. Your lover’s smile pours down on you and you can see the love in his eyes. He leans down to kiss your lips and you taste yourself there. He brushes your hair back and kisses your forehead and your cheeks. Then you hold each other and drift into a contented, blissful sleep wrapped in each other's arms as you imagine what tomorrow night will bring.



Sounds of the Woods



The cool night air blew the hair that had pulled free of her ponytail across her eyes. The fire had died down low enough that it was just smoldering embers glowing in the dark. She felt his thighs pressed against the outsides of her legs. The cups of warm, strawberry wine had her relaxed against him.

This was their second night in the woods. They had arrived at the campground after work on Friday night. After two failed attempts to upright the tent, they finally read the directions and pitched the tent. Being so tired after the work week and the drive they threw their sleeping bags and pillows into the tent and climbed in after it. 

Liz had started to pull her clothes off to change into something more comfortable and Zack had moved behind her, his movements throwing shadows around the tent. He tugged her clothes off and pushed her back onto the soft sleeping bags.

It had been a long time since they had had uninterrupted time to spend alone with nothing to do tomorrow but whatever they wanted to fill that vacancy with. They had talked in the car about taking hikes and lying by the river on the rocks in the warmth of the early October sun, playing gin rummy and cooking over the fire.

He parted her legs with his chin as he crawled towards her. His shadow crawling with him as he moved and placed his mouth on her panties and pushed his hot breathe over her.

"Zack, cut the light. We didn't even look to see how close the neighbors are!" She gasped loudly as he shut off the lantern.

"Now, where was I?" He laughed as he hooked his thumbs into the lace of her panties and pulled them off her smooth, tanned legs.

He could smell her and it was all he could do not to press the lace to his face and inhale her scent, he needed to taste her. She made this animal instinct take over him at times. Made him unable to think about anything but getting lost in her femaleness; her smell when she was aroused and ready for him, or the sounds she made as he moved inside her. How her normal tone dropped several levels and the almost guttural moans that escaped her lips made him think his heart would stop in those moments.

He snaked his tongue between her lips, tasting her, her thighs pressed against his face as she moaned and pushed against his mouth. He licked to the top and flicked her clit, moving and kissing her belly, her hips and the lower ribs. 

She squirmed and giggled as he tickled her, moving up each rib and nipping at her with his teeth and sucking on her creaming skin. He tasted something sweet on her skin. Watermelon? He wasn't sure and could not think past that as he paused, letting his finger glide over the spot on her throat where her neck and shoulders melded.

He watched her chest rising and falling faster as he traced her collar bone. Her head arched back, the clouds dancing past the moon as his finger found her lips and she opened her mouth, sucking his fingertip, holding it between her teeth and her tongue flicked back and forth in time with her beating heart.

He watched her face as she held his finger captive in her hot mouth as he moved his hand inches from her skin and touched her knee. She inhaled as he swiftly moved his hand down her thigh and slid a finger as far inside her as he could. 

She moaned again and he pulled his finger free and replaced it with his mouth as he began to slide his finger in and out of her knowing he could rapidly bring her to orgasm with just his finger in her and his lips on hers.

She caught up with the rhythm of his fingering and her hips rose off the sleeping bag. His kisses caught her moans and softened them. He pumped faster as he felt her climax building. She was always amazed how he knew her body's responses better than she knew her own. She pushed her hips high, holding his finger in her clenching muscles and he could feel her heartbeat inside her as she orgasmed.

He didn't give her time to rebound from her first orgasm as he rolled over her and kissing her positioned himself just outside her moist opening. Watching her face, he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs as he slowly entered her. Her eyes opened wider as she took him into her. Her breath washed over his face, she gasped as he began to thrust faster and she moved to catch up to his new pace.

His mind was filled with his impending orgasm and his lips brushed her ear as he urged her on. "Cum with me Liz."

"Yes, yes I am." She said rather loudly as she bucked into him and their hips remained as one as he climaxed and felt her at that same place moments later.

She sighed as he collapsed next to her. They listened to the sounds of the woods at night as they slowed their breathing. The smell of other camper's campfires inviting and the faint noises of the campground in the background. 

She brushed his cheek with her finger. "I love you, Mr. Happy Camper."

He kissed her. "Yes I am. Oh, and I do love you too my Nymph of the Woods."

She laughed as she pulled her sweats and nightshirt out of her duffel bag. He pulled on pajama bottoms as he ran out to the truck and grabbed dinner from the cooler. They ate their dinner of hoagies and chips washed it all down with several beers by the light of the lantern. 

She fell asleep spooned against his shape. The crickets and rustle of leaves as animals in the night moved around outside their tent. She thought of the hours of love making they had time for tomorrow.

He cuddled her to him. Her head on his arm as he fell asleep smelling her hair, feeling her ass fitted nicely against him. He wondered if he should track how many times he could bring her to orgasm during the next two days.

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