4 comments/ 20052 views/ 2 favorites Nancy By: HallidayTee This was terrible. After some reasonably successful contributions to Literotica, I had writers block. How could that happen? To me, of all people? I'd already churned out a fair amount of imaginative material. And I always had plenty of ideas in my mind. But now, I was barren. In an attempt to break free from my confines, I'd started one new story after another. It was no good. I'd torn up each new idea after a solitary few paragraphs. It seemed I could not grasp how to proceed. Or perhaps it was simply that I was writing rubbish? This couldn't be happening! Not to me! My Literotica friends all tried to help. Often with words of comfort. Many with suggestions. But nothing worked. Not the praise for previous works. Not the recommendations for new storylines. Nor the comments that I should just give it time. I did give it time! That didn't help. So, my friends. What does any adult, mature, red-blooded writer do when they have a severe case of writers block? Bury their head in the sand, of course. Refuse to answer emails, or IM's. Stop eating. Stop drinking. Stop shaving. Stop most things (wanking apart). Quite frankly, it was the only way! Rebel against the world of Literotica. Or the world in general, come to that. Over time, even my friends on Literotica stopped contacting me. I was yesterday's man. A lost cause it seemed. To everyone! Everyone, that is, except Nancy Anderson. Nancy was a 37 year-old hotwife. Her biography had first drawn me to her. The piece that said: All my life I have loved sex. I was blessed with great looks and I learned early how to use my body to get what I wanted. I guess you could call me a nymphomaniac, or maybe a sex addict. I don't know but it hasn't hurt me any I guess. Not only was that writing par excellence, but the images it created went straight to my loins. Quite frankly, I did the only thing any red-blooded male could do. I had a good wank. Then I saw Nancy's photograph. Although her face was hidden, her silken dark hair hung past her shoulders. She was clearly a stunning beauty. And her figure! The word voluptuous seemed invented for a body that stood tall and proud in only a short white top and skimpy light green panties. Her photograph gave me an instant hard-on. In an earlier life, Nancy could have been Helen of Troy. I did the only other thing any hearty male could do. I had another working wank. Only, it was even better this time. I was in love! Or was that lust? This married woman from San Diego was inside my head. Nancy had kept in touch after I first contacted her. And when I developed writers block, she stayed in touch. After a while, she was the only one. It was then I discovered my affliction had its compensations - Nancy sent me a couple more photos to cheer me up! And there was only one comment I could make. Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Her photos immediately transferred themselves for use as wallpaper and screensavers. And, naturally enough, I printed copies and pinned them to the walls of every room in my house. Eventually, my communication with Nancy moved from emails to Instant Messenger. She was upping the ante in her efforts to get me back on the straight and narrow. "Hal, you've got to snap out of this," she typed in a typically forthright manner. Cruel to be kind. "I know," I responded, meaning anything but that. "So...?" "I'll be fine in a few days," I lied. "It's been four weeks!" "I know." I was full of conversation. "It's time for you to return to your friends at Literotica. We miss your stories." I stared at the words on my screen and sighed. If only I could produce some more stories! "Nancy," I moaned into the computer, typing as fast as my writer's block fingers would allow. "I've tried. It's just not working for me right now." "You shouldn't give up," she typed. "I haven't," I lied again. "I just need a little inspiration." There was a pause before she typed her reply. "My photo's don't inspire you?" I laughed for the first time in four weeks. "Oh, they DO!!!" I responded. "Absolutely!" "So..." "I'm almost there..." "Are you wanking?" "No, no," I hurriedly typed. That had been half an hour ago. "Well?" she asked. "I mean I'm almost there with getting myself able to write again." "Is that true?" I couldn't lie. Not to Nancy. "Er... not quite..." "Very well," she typed. "In that case, you leave me no choice..." My typing suddenly quickened. "No choice?" "That's right. See you soon. Bye." See me soon? What did that mean? * It didn't take long to find out. Three days in fact. When I answered the door, late morning, she stood there. Despite never having seen her face, I immediately knew who it was. Nancy didn't need to introduce herself. And after all this time imaging how she looked... I now knew. The only words to describe this voluptuous Goddess were stunningly beautiful. Her soft eyes smiled at me as the high sun framed her in the doorway. She was a combination of incredible, sun-shining righteousness and smoldering, teasing, wickedness. My dark angel of mercy had appeared. "Hello Hal," she said. Well, actually, she didn't say. She purred. I blinked and swallowed nervously. With a flick of her long, dark hair she walked past me, her eyes sweeping across the unkempt state of the room. I'm sure I heard a little snort. Her eyebrows raised in disappointment as she turned back to me. For my part, my bleary eyes ran across her black, half buttoned top and the prominent breasts that pushed against the fabric. Somehow I tore my gaze down to her dark blue jeans and on down to her black Jimmy Choo high heels. Blue jeans and high heels... sexxxxy! Aware of my gaze, she swung around and allowed my eyes to feast on her ass. Glory be! It was the most rounded, sweetest, peach of an ass that the Good Lord had ever bestowed on a woman. She swung back to face me, settling her hands on her hips. "Well?" she asked, as if seeking my critique. For a few seconds, I thought of a combination of all the words I could bestow on this dark haired beauty. My mind attempted to form them into a cohesive sentence that was sufficiently articulate to impress her. "Fuuuuuuuck!" I eventually exclaimed. She smiled. The room lit up. "Quite," she answered, as if accepting my comprehensive assessment. She surveyed my stubbled face, my creased clothes, before turning back to gaze around the room. All were in roughly the same state. "Hal," she purred. Nancy didn't speak, she purred. A throaty like growl. "Have you any idea how difficult it was for me to sneak away from my husband to be with you today?" I shook my head. Nancy had sneaked away from her husband? To be with me? I felt little Hal rear inside my jeans. That boy was ready for action. I immediately dismissed the thought, sending a message from brain to cock to behave. "He's working late, so I have some time." She labored on the word 'some'. I wondered exactly how long that was. But at the minute I was just in listening mode. "Let's agree one one thing, Hal," she admonished. "You need to shave and shower, clean up this place, eat, and then get back to your writing." My shoulders slumped. Get back to my writing? That just wasn't possible. "Can't," I said, putting on my best little boy lost voice. "Can't what?" she asked. "Can't write!" My head momentarily went down before I jerked it back upwards again. I was missing an opportunity to stare child-like at her sensational body. Nancy smiled. The room lit up again. "Bite sized chunks," she said. I'd like to say that her words hit home, but I was too busy staring at her tits. "Face first. Then room. Then clothes. Then writing. Then eat." She spoke as if reading out a shopping list. "Where's the bathroom?" My eyes went to the door and my wet dream followed my gaze. She turned and walked towards it. As I watched the majestic sway of her ass, she looked at me over her shoulder. "C'mon!" I followed meekly. Who wouldn't? Even so, I took slow, begrudging steps to Nancy's purposeful movements so that I could savor her perfect ass! When I entered the bathroom, she had already unscrewed the tub of coconut shaving cream and was lathering the badger bristles of my shaving brush. "Sit," she commanded, nodding at the edge of the bathtub. I did, reluctantly plumping myself down on the curved rim. I stared at the floor. When I looked back up, Nancy had three buttons of her blouse already unfastened. "I don't want any shaving cream on my clothes," she explained. I watched incredulously as she undid the final two buttons and slowly pulled the blouse out of her jeans. "Besides," she said, her eyes sparkling at me, "it seems to me that you need some encouragement." She slipped the blouse off her body to reveal a lacy, black, push-up piece of exotic lingerie. I was unsure whether it was a Wonderbra, but I knew I was staring at Wonderbreasts. They spilled over the top of the material, offering the most deliciously provocative sight I've ever seen. I stared, transfixed. The smooth slopes of her breasts rose and fell gently. For a few moments, my dark haired angel allowed me to admire her twin glories. "Okay," she eventually purred. That one word was enough to tell me that my sightseeing tour was temporarily interrupted. "Hold still," she directed. She stepped across me and teasingly sat across my lap. I was dazzled by the bare skin of the upper slope of the cleavage that threatened to push itself into my face. Oh fuuuuuuuuck! My dark haired beauty smoothly caressed the shaving cream across my hard bristles, taking extra care to cover every appropriate piece of skin. I did hold still, well every part of me except one. I wondered if Nancy could feel little Hal. He was pressing against her, through our respective jeans. I glanced at her nipples, pushing through the bra. They looked as hard as my cock. When she turned to replace the brush with my cut-throat, the twist of her body pressed little Hal closer against her pussy. I couldn't help the small moan, nor the bigger one when she repeated the friction as she swung back. "Well, Hall," she purred. "At least something is working around here." She paused. "But can I ask you something..." My infatuated eyes stared up into hers. "Would you quit humping my leg?" There was nothing accusatory in her words, just a simple request. I looked down and saw that somehow my hips were gyrating against her. Ooops. "It's been a while," I mumbled, in my best apologetic tone. My wet dream nodded as if in sympathy, before shaving me gently. With a certain tenderness, I thought. Her left hand eased my face from one side to the other as she worked, and her eyes shone triumphantly into mine with each stroke. I unsuccessfully prayed for little Hal to behave himself. He wasn't listening. "Well that's your face taken care off," my dark haired angel eventually told me. She ran her right hand across the smoothness she'd just created. "Our next step is to clean up the place." "Clean up..." I began, before emitting a further moan as she pressed down on my cock. She eased herself off my body, rubbing her mounds of joy across my face as she stood up. "Think of that as further encouragement," she purred over her shoulder as she walked to the bathroom door, blouse in hand. "C'mon..." she added. Like her personal lap dog, I followed Nancy into the living room. Not for the first time since her arrival, my jaw dropped. The angel of mercy was slipping out her jeans. I watched incredulously as they dropped to the floor. She picked them up and laid them on top of the blouse she'd carefully placed across the back of a chair. The high-sided, black thong that matched her bra left nothing to the imagination. Fuuuuuuuuck! As she swung around to face the other way, the two cheeks that had promised so much exceeded even my wildest imagination. The roundness of her buttocks was absolutely perfection. Mouth watering twin globes of joy. Created for a Goddess, perfect on my angel. Somehow, even without looking, Nancy knew exactly were my eyes were located. "I know," she purred. "I'm Blessed." It took us a couple of hours to clean the house. Every room was in a similar, messy, state. And I have to admit she worked like a Trojan, not just clearing up every misplaced item, not just washing the variety of dishes piled in the sink, not just cleaning all the worktops and tables, but vacuuming each carpet afterwards. I have to say that when I concentrated, I worked hard too. But how do you concentrate when you are following a voluptuous dark haired angel dressed only in the skimpiest, black lingerie? I lost count of the number of times I had to pause to replace my tongue in my mouth. * Eventually, each room was spick and span and Nancy jumped on the couch, lying across it, her wonderful cleavage attempting to escape over the top of her bra. She beamed up at me. "So, you have my photographs in every room?" she purred. I blinked in embarrassment, but it wasn't something I could deny. "Er... yeah." "How often do you think of me?" my angel asked. "Every day," I mumbled. "How often do you look at my photos?" "Every day," I mumbled again. "How often do you wank over me?" That wasn't a question an angel should be asking, but there was no point lying. I quickly worked out roughly the number of times little Hal and I had played whilst thinking of Nancy. It wasn't difficult. "Every day," I mumbled for a third time. My dark haired beauty raised an eyebrow. She knew she'd caught me out. I confessed. "Sometimes twice a day!" Satisfied, Nancy nodded. She slid to her feet, suddenly all business again. "So that's you shaved and the house cleaned," she purred. "Halfway there!" Halfway there? I looked at the voluptuous vision standing in front of me, hands on her hips. She tilted her head to one side, her thrusting tits spilling over her bra, her thong just about concealing her treasure. Every red-blooded male's wet dream. Certainly, mine. "After your shower, we'll get you into some clean clothes," she said. Shower? "Follow me," came the command. I would have followed those tight, tanned buttocks anywhere. She led me back to my modest bathroom. I watched, hypnotized, as the perfect body in front of me turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. She swung back, her dazzling smile lighting up the bathroom. Taking two steps towards me, she pulled my red t-shirt from my jeans and tugged it over my head. I struggled in my attempt to help her, and then gave a soft cough. "Nancy, I can manage..." Her hands were unzipping my jeans. I coughed again, attempting to cover my embarrassment. "Nancy..." I began again as I unsteadily stepped out of my jeans. When she yanked my boxers to the floor, I felt faint. "Not the biggest I've ever seen," she confided, despite the fact that little Hal was standing to full attention. "But impressive enough nonetheless." I slipped both hands to cover my pride and joy. She smacked them away. "Don't be silly," she chastised. "I'll see it when we're in the shower." I almost swallowed my tongue. We? Nancy reached upwards to her bra. "Front fastening," she purred, as if I needed some sort of explanation. My eyes widened to saucer like proportions as her jutting breasts bounced free. Her twin round globes of perfection were comparable to anything Playboy had to offer. Seeing my jaw-dropping gaze, Nancy shook them for me. They provocatively bounced again before they settled. My feeling of faintness returned. They stared at me, so beautifully round, so perfectly curved, so wonderfully balanced. "Oh, Nancy," I moaned. "Think of it as more encouragement," she purred, her eyes gleaming at me as she bent forward to remove her thong. "We'll have you writing again before the day is out." My eyes alternated between the truly fabulous thrusting breasts and the velvet smoothness between her legs. Her supermodel body was perfect. Simply perfect. "After you," she purred, motioning me toward the running shower. Her breasts brushed against my arms and back as she followed me in. God, those majestic nipples were rock hard. I stood there like the village idiot, the water bouncing off my head and running down my face whilst I awaited further instructions. "Put your hands on my shoulders," my wet dream told me. I did. They trembled as they touched her naked skin. Taking the round bar of soap, Nancy began to wash me. Every part of me. Every bit except my private parts. Thank goodness for that! As much as this red-blooded male was purring under the soft touch, her fingers on my hardness may have led to an eruption that outdid Mount Vesuvius. As my angel's slippery, soapy, hands slid over my body, I closed my eyes. Was this heaven? Little Hal was as hard as he'd been even in the good old days and Nancy's ministrations were turning him into an iron rod. The greatest gift Nancy could give me seemed to be coming true. As she soaped me, I could not tear my eyes away from her full breasts. Had circumstances been different, I would have been unable to resist taking one or both of her hard nipples into my mouth. But this was Nancy, my angel of mercy. There was no way I should be thinking of sex when her pure motive was to get me writing again. "I think there's another reason for your writer's block," she purred, interrupting my lewd thoughts. "Ye...es?" my voice croaked. Her soapy hands felt delicious. "You need relief!" I needed relief? We'd already established that relief had been a daily occurrence. Nancy read my mind. "It's not the same by yourself," she continued. "You need a woman's touch." Fuuuuuuuck! I know this sounds impossible but I swear little Hal grew another couple of inches. "What do you think?" she asked, slipping a hand under my balls and softly stroking them both. I knew exactly what I thought! Her other hand slowly ran along the length of my hard cock. I heard her give a little groan as I twitched. Or was it my groan? "See... you need relief," she repeated, nodding her head in confirmation. Her hand now began to smoothly stroke little Hal. Except little Hal was now big Hal. "A good cum will free the mind!" "Nancy..." I half pleaded. "I have a good cum every day..." "Not like this," the dark haired angel turned temptress purred. "Not by Nancy." Well, yes, I thought, they were all Nancy induced. But I had to admit this was different. As my eyes were now closed, I felt rather than saw her slide down my body. I opened them and glanced down. My wet dream was crouched in front of me, her eyes fixed on my cock, one arm hooked around the back of my legs, one hand stroking long and slow. Water cascaded from her shoulders, and her long, dark hair was soaking wet. I was in a porn movie! My breathing became more ragged. I'm sure that Nancy's was faster, too. "Careful," I cautioned, feeling my balls starting to churn. I knew what was approaching. "You do this every day?" she asked. I mumbled something that passed as a yes. "Sometimes twice a day?" Another mumble. "Hmmm, and you always think of me?" The mumble was this time accompanied by a rapid nodding of my head. "Hmmm, well, we need to make this one different." Different? How? The thought had just formed when Nancy's wet mouth descended on little Hal. Oh, Holy Fuuuuuuuuck! My angel turned porn star bobbed her head, taking more and more of my cock between her lips with each dip. Her saliva drooled down along its length and mixed in with the water cascading down from the shower. My hands settled on her deliciously long, wet hair as Nancy took my balls in her mouth, one by one. "Oh fuck, Nancy," I heard someone say. It was my voice and appeared to be some sort of warning. My wet dream's response was to leave my balls and deep-throat little Hal. Fuuuuuuuuck! Nancy What follows is a brief description of some of the sexual experiences of a young girl in 1840s America called Nancy. She lived on a small farm just over a day's ride from the nearest town, which was small in any case, just a church, a saloon, some stores and a few houses. She lived with her three older step-brothers and her Pa (who was really her step-father - her father died just before she was born and her mother just after she turned 10), and a few farmhands: four black men and a fat white man who bullied them. They were fairly poor, she hardly ever had new clothes, only her brothers' old clothes and what was given by relatives, and she had to sleep in a room with her youngest step-brother, four years her senior. Life was not pleasant for her, she had to work on the farm from a very young age, and their Pa, Mr. McKinley, was very hard on them, striking them frequently with his cane. He especially picked on Nancy, whom he blamed for the death of his wife, so she grew to hate him. It is rather ironic, therefore, that her first and many subsequent sexual experiences involved him. The first came when she was just turned eighteen, as she was beginning to awaken sexually. It was summer so she was wearing an old yellow and white light dress of a cousin, which was quite a bit too small for her. If she'd grown up with any female companions would have known was indecent, stopping as it did some way above her dirty knees, and hugging her thin but womanly hips. She had tied her long brown hair back in two thick braids to keep it out of the way during work, and tucked any stray hairs behind her ears to stop them falling into her pretty brown-eyed, freckled face. Pa was shouting at her. Nancy had done something fairly minor, but he called her into his room which always meant a whipping. As always she obeyed, wanting it over and done with. She followed him into the dark windowless room with one lamp burning, and he closed the door and locked it, which was unusual. His mouth stern as ever under his graying moustache, he pushed her roughly against a chest of drawers and forced her to bend over it with one massive rough hand while with the other he lifted her skirt. Picking up the cane he brought it down with stinging force over her buttocks, making her cry out. However, though he didn't know it, this was actually in pleasure. Over the years she had grown so used to a regular beating that it no longer had much effect on her, though she still pretended it did for fear that he would find some other punishment. Since entering puberty she had begun to find it even pleasurable, the stinging on her behind, and developed this, getting a strange satisfaction from enjoying what was meant as punishment from her hateful father. This time began no different, ten loud cracks landing on her ass, but then they stopped, and the cane dropped to the floor. As this had happened before she was not too curious, and sure enough he began spanking her with his hand, and as she screamed in fake pain she felt a damp sensation in her crotch she'd been getting a lot recently. But soon the spanking stopped too, and all she could feel was his thick calloused fingers feeling and kneading her cheeks, stroking the backs of her thighs and even touching her vagina briefly making her gasp. Her soft young skin reminded him of his own young experiences with his first wife. Something in her silence seemed to snap him out of the momentary tenderness and with a last slap, he pulled her off the chest by her dress which ripped sharply, and ordered her on to her knees. She watching with interest, though she was careful only to show fear and subservience, as he undid his belt, dropped his pants to his boots and presented her with a huge pair of wrinkly balls and his five inch long, one and a half inch thick, limp cock. Of course, living in a house of only men she'd seen their genitals before, but never up close, and despite its wrinkled, almost gray appearance, found it rather attractive. "Now listen carefully you little whore," he hissed nastily, grabbing Nancy's braids in both hands to look down into her forced tear-stained face with his lined, stubbly old one. "What I want you to do is so simple even a moron of a child such as you should be able to understand: just lick and suck this until I tell you to stop. If you bite you will get such a hiding you'll wish you were never born. And for once in your worthless life at least pretend to enjoy something." With that he pulled her face into his groin, and she set to work, licking the odd smelling, sweaty skin and then took it in her small mouth and sucked. This brought back memories for him, and soon to her surprise it began to swell and grow, becoming stiffer. The folds of skin at the end rolled back and tightened to reveal the smooth round end, until it was at least double in length and two inches in diameter. Gingerly, the petite brunette licked the end of the massive cock, her small red tongue exploring the unfamiliar texture of the head. It was not very clean, and despite her determination to enjoy her punishments it was genuine revulsion that flickered across her face as her tongue encountered a clump of smegma just under the ridge of the head. Her step-father though was becoming irritated by the teasing of the little tongue, and gripping her head he forced her down on his big dick, her small mouth straining to admit the first two inches. At first spluttering in surprise, Nancy soon realised what was wanted and began sucking, and her head was released. Back and forth her head went, one hand on her father's hairy leg to steady herself and the other firmly on his shaft. Now and again she would stop for breath and begin licking instead, but each time she was quickly pulled back by her hair into sucking again, her chin soon shiny as saliva ran out of her mouth to drip on her clothes. McKinley had rarely had sex since the death of his second wife, only the occasional prostitute, and was too strict a Christian to masturbate. So it was no surprise that after three minutes of being given a blowjob by his eighteen year old step-daughter's hot mouth, he should feel the pressure in his balls as an orgasm built up. Seizing her two plaits in his hands he began fucking Nancy's mouth, pulling her head towards him as he thrust forwards. Nancy just kept her mouth open and tried to relax her throat as her step-father rammed four inches of his fifty-seven year old penis in and out with a loud squelching noise. As his orgasm broke he held her head in an iron grip, filling her mouth with jism so it dribbled out the side, and squirting it down her throat making her choke so badly on the strange salty-sweet liquid he had to release her. Coughing a mouthful of semen out in a lumpy, stringy, translucent white cascade over her chin, she was half blinded as he ejaculated again, this time aiming at her face with his hand so his cum streaked over her freckles into her eye. Another six shots plastered her face and skin, making her shriek in order to please him while he tried to humiliate her. Then with a sound that he thought was fake but was in fact genuine delight, Nancy caught the last three on her tongue. Then, having recovered from the choking and to her step-father's sadistic delight, Nancy began to wipe as much cum from her face and into her mouth as possible. Pretending to be disgusted, although she actually quite liked this new and interesting taste, she swished it around in her mouth before swallowing it, lumps and all. Her father leant panting against the chest of drawers, his head bowed, as she got up to leave. "Here," he said gruffly, pulling a filthy rag from his pocket, "wipe yourself off before you go out." She did so, though the semen on her dress was still clearly visible in one large and sticky smeared patch and lots of small splatters, which attracted a lot of dust and muck as she worked that day. *** Though she was very close to her step-brothers, who were always very sympathetic towards her for the way their father treated her, she didn't mention anything to them all day. It was only that evening, when the lamp in the room she shared with her twenty-two year old brother George had been blown out that she began answering his questions. In a whisper she told him what happened, and how it didn't seem as bad as being beaten. "He made you do WHAT?" George whispered incredulously. "It's easier if I show you," Nancy replied. "Come over here." Quietly, George got out of bed, pulled the curtains open, flooding the room with moonlight, and sat on the bed next to his little step-sister, dressed in her mother's old white nightgown. He was tall, broad shouldered from working in the fields, with short blond hair, and handsome, though not outstandingly so due to having his father's large nose, and still bore a certain amount of acne. As it was hot, he was only wearing his underwear, and before he could stop her, his step-sister had undone it and got his cock out. "What are you doing Nance?" he whispered as his step-sister held his limp organ in her little hands. "Showing you what Pa made me do to him." And with that she lowered her head over his groin, her hair falling over her freckled face, and took her brother's dick in her mouth, keeping eye contact with him as she did so. As well as not being erect, it was quite a bit smaller than Mr. McKinley's, so she had no trouble fitting him inside. She also loved her step-brother, and so was trying to please him and could fully enjoy giving him his first blowjob. Soon he was hard in her mouth and gasping as his little step-sister sunk down on her knees between his legs, giving him sensations unlike anything he'd done by himself with his hands. Although he didn't want to harm Nancy at all, he couldn't stop her, and when he came he could not stop himself from thrusting slightly. Nancy caught most of the semen, licking up a bit that had dribbled down his shaft and wiping her face with her hand, being careful not to soil her clothes. Then she got back on the bed and looked at her step-brother. "So, was it nice?" she asked. "Nice?" he replied in a hoarse whisper. "That was incredible! Let me pay you back." And he lifted her nightgown, pushing her back on to her pillow and started kissing her hairy, virgin vagina. At first she just lay back, pleased as his affectionate lips touching her skin haphazardly, the moustache on his top lip tickling her, but due to his inexperience and hazy knowledge of the female anatomy doing nothing special for her. Suddenly she shuddered and gave a loud gasp. He had kissed her clitoris. "Did that hurt?" he whispered, stopping and looking worried. "Should I stop?" "Stop? No, keep doing what you did just there!" He resumed his kissing and she felt shivers of excitement course through her. Her pussy began leaking juice when he started licking, tentatively at first, but then faster, Nancy having to hold her hands over her mouth to stifle her moans. In the end though, it wasn't enough to conceal her cries as she orgasmed, and anyway, she shook so much that the bed banged loudly against the wall. It was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever had, but it had barely faded when they both heard the familiar sound of Pa's footsteps striding towards their room. George kissed her goodnight, jumped up, pulled clothes up and closed the curtains at the same time then leapt into bed. Nancy had just got back into bed when the door flew open. TO BE CONTINUED... Nancy She is a neighbor of mine. Nancy is her name. She is married to Karl, nice guy, but not real friendly. Nancy on the other hand is very friendly. Always approachable and always very easy to talk to. Nancy is 5'6", about 120#, approximately 38x24x36. Short auburn hair, luscious lips and a very nice ass. My name is Don, if you've read any of my stories before you know what I'm about. But if you haven't, I'm 6', approximately 250#, (at this writing), built fairly well and have a 9" cock that I like to slide into a woman's hot mouth, pussy and ass. I always try to make them feel very good. I'm not averse to taking on two women at the same time and have on a couple of occasions. I've known Nancy for several years and have always thought that she is one hot mama or MILF as some women are called now. I've thought what it would be like to slide my hard cock down her throat, up her hot pussy or into her gorgeous ass. I sometimes get hard and take matters into my own hands just thinking about her. This always culminates in a very hard orgasm, shooting much of my hot cum into the air. One day the doorbell rang, I opened the door and it was Nancy. She said that she was doing a survey of any neighborhood problems and what may be done to correct them. I asked her in. I asked her to sit down on our sofa. She was dressed in some nice shorts, not to tight but showed off her assets. Her top was matching her shorts, (white) and formed nicely over her tits. I could see the faint outline of a light blue bra covering them. Her nipples were sticking out slightly and this started to get my cock hard. As we discussed her survey, I got an idea that I might have a chance to get into her pants; if I dealt the cards right. I asked Nancy if she wanted something to drink. She said that she would appreciate it. I got up and asked her if she wanted a soda or something a little stronger. She said that a coke would be fine. I got the coke, put some ice into a glass and poured some into it. Before doing so I added a little bit of a new drug for women that was supposed to increase their sex drive. I have given it to my wife and it works with her perfectly. It turns my wife into a real sex kitten. She will do whatever I want her to do. The drug mixes into the cool liquid and leaves no aftertaste. After 10 minutes it would provide the desired effect that I was looking for. It would make Nancy hot and uninhibited. I would be able to do anything with and to her that I wanted to. Nancy took a big swallow and we started to talk about the survey again. After a couple of minutes she asked if it was hot in the house. I said that it wasn't and asked her if she was all right. She just said that she was getting hot. She took another drink from her glass and in another couple of minutes I saw her unbutton a button on her blouse. This brought the creamy curve of her cleavage out a little more. It looked very inviting. A couple of minutes later she was starting to sweat a little and her breathing was getting a little irregular. I knew that the drug was working as it should. I moved over and sat next to her. I took the clipboard from her and put my arm around her shoulders, asking her if she was all right. She was a little bit groggy by this time and I was able to pull her towards my body. My cock, rock hard and at its full 9" length was tenting my shorts nicely. Nancy was moaning that she felt strange and thought that maybe she should go home. I told her that I wouldn't let her go in her condition. I pulled her closer and moving my hand over the side of her face pulled it up and kissed her lips softly. She responded in kind. I said that she was a beautiful woman and that I had wanted her for quite a while. I again placed my lips to hers and traced my tongue around them. She parted her lips a little and I took this advantage to move mine into her hot mouth. Her tongue met mine and we continued to French kiss softly. Her breathing was getting heavier by the second. I moved my hand down to her chest and started to unbutton her blouse. Unbuttoning all of it I pulled it from her shorts and opened it up completely. Her tits, encased in what I found out to be a nice, satin, lace light blue bra were just beautiful. Her nipples standing out, hard and erect about ½", surrounded by lightly colored areoles that accented her nipples beautifully. I caressed her tits through her bra and started to kiss my way down over her neck to her cleavage and ran my tongue over and between her glorious mounds. I moved to her left nipple and took it between my teeth, nibbling and sucking on it through her bra. She started to breath heavier and moaning out loudly. I softly bit her nipple and she grabbed my head, holding me to her tit and came. "Oh god, I'm cumming. Oh Don, you're making me cum by sucking my nipples. Yes, oh yes, suck them please!" she cried out as she came. I moved my hand down, unfastened then unzipped her shorts and pulled them from her body. "What are you doing Don?" she asked. I told her, "I'm going to strip your body and fuck you Nancy! I'm going to stick my big, hot, dripping cock into all of your holes and fuck you until you beg me to stop. Then I'm going to fuck you some more! I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again using my tongue, fingers and cock!" As I knelt down in front of her, I found that the drug was really working on her as her matching panties were getting damp from her delicious smelling juices. I couldn't wait to taste her; I spread her legs, and pulled her pussy to the edge of the sofa. I put my tongue to her satin covered cunt and proceeded to slide it over her lips and up to her clit. She moaned out that it felt so good. I continued to eat her cunt through her panties and she came again, her juices by this time were soaking through her panties and I sucked them into my mouth. I grabbed the top of them and ripped them from her body. Her delightfully shaved pussy, dripping with her succulent dew, her lips, blood red from her arousal were now open to my tongue and fingers for the moment. Soon, my cock would be pounding into her hot, dripping cunt. I moved back to her cunt and spread her lips with my fingers, my tongue entered her body and I started to fuck her with it while inserting two fingers into her dripping love tunnel. I moved up to her clit, took it between my lips and sucked it hard while swirling my tongue around it. She started to shake and cry out that she was cumming. As she did, I sucked her hard and started to fuck her with my fingers, fast and hard. I inverted my fingers and found her G spot and started to rub them against it. She cried out, "I'm cumming Don, oh my God, I'm cumming again! So good, so good, fuck me, fuck me, Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" Standing up I took off my shorts and underwear, my rock hard, dripping, 9" cock stood out from my body like a steel rod. I pushed her down to lie on the sofa and slid my fingers back in her pussy, fucking her. I moved my cock to her mouth and told her to suck it. As she opened it to say something, I shoved it in and down to her throat. She gagged a little but recovered quickly. I started to fuck her throat with long strokes as she sucked my dick. I didn't have to hold her head, she was a natural cock sucker and I just fucked her face as I finger fucked her cunt. After a couple of minutes I felt my balls tighten up and knew that I was going to explode. I didn't say anything and picked up my speed, fucking her face harder and faster. I pulled my fingers from her cunt and held her head. As cum started to rocket from my balls I pulled back, leaving the head of my cock in her mouth and exploded. Shooting over and over again, I filled her hot sucking mouth with my hot, sticky, thick baby making man juice. She swallowed over and over as my cock erupted. She couldn't handle it all and some of it started to run out from around my cock and her mouth and down her chin. I pulled my cock, still semi hard from her hot sucking mouth. I sat down, pulled Nancy up and had her sit next to me. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She started to stroke it without having to be coaxed. I pulled her to me and kissed her, hard, sliding my tongue over her lips and then into her mouth. She responded back to my kiss, kissing me back with a hot, raw passion. I placed a hand to her tits and started to squeeze them softly. Her hand started to stroke my now hardening cock spreading my pre-cum all around the head and shaft. I broke our kiss and putting a hand behind her head, pulled her down to my growing cock. I told her to suck it. She opened her mouth and engulfed it, taking it all into her hot, wet mouth. She started to suck me hard, sliding up and down my shaft. She reached over and took my balls in her delicate hands, massaging them gently. A couple of minutes later, my cock was at full hardness from her expert blowjob. I pulled her off my dick, turned her around and put her over my coffee table. I spread her legs, got behind her and slammed by rock hard cock deep into her pussy. She cried out, "Oh fuck, it's big, too big, slow, please, slow." I pulled back, grabbed her hips and slammed it back into her body. Burying myself into her dripping pussy, I slowly pulled out and held just my head in her lips. She calmed down and I started to slowly slide my entire length into and out of her body. Fucking her slowly got the desired effect I wanted. Her breathing again got heavy. She started to push back against my invading tool. We got into a nice motion, fucking each other. My balls were slapping against her beautiful ass as we fucked. I reached around, placed two fingers into her dripping pussy and then grabbed her clit between them and squeezed it. Nancy exploded again in a body shaking orgasm. "Oh fuck, fuck, Oh God, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, Oh fuck me Don, fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she cried out. As she came, I again grabbed her hips tightly and started to ram my throbbing cock into her cunt. I fucked her faster and harder, using every inch of my 9" cock. Her ass was bouncing as my cock penetrated her body. I again slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, brought them out and placed them to her beautiful ass hole. I slowly slid one, then the other into her virgin hole. I pushed them in all the way and started to fuck her ass with them as I continued to slam her pussy with my cock. She again cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! It feels good, so good, so big, Oh my god, I, I, I'm cumming again Don, cumming on your glorious cock and your fingers in my ass. Oh God, fuck me, I'm there!" I pulled my finger from her ass and my cock from her pussy. I lined it up to her back door and pulling her cheeks apart slid my cock, dripping with our combined juices into her hole. She cried, "No, not my ass, never been fucked there before, NO, please Don, No!" As I continued my assault on her virgin ass, I reached around and took one of her hands and placed it on her pussy. I started to massage her cunt and then her clit with her own hand and she again started to breath heavier. "Oh My God, I'm cumming, cumming, fuck me, fuck me! It hurts but it's a good hurt Don. Fuck my ass, make me your bitch, your slut, Oh fuck me!" she screamed out. I did as the slut asked. I fucked her ass hard and long. Using every inch of my 9" cock I fucked her ass fast, hard and deep. I used all of it. Fucking her felt so good. Her ass, so tight, so hot was gripping my shaft as I fucked her. She didn't like it at first, but as I continued to take her with her playing with her pussy and clit she came around. After 10 minutes of my fucking her ass, I felt my balls tighten again and knew I was close to shooting hot cum into her bowels. I held her hips tighter and slammed my cock into and out of body. I fucked her harder and harder. I pushed her body down to the floor, pulled her ass up and standing up over her ass slammed my cock into her. She cried out over and over as I took her body. "I'm making you my whore Nancy, my slut, my ass whore, my cum slut!" I told her. My cock exploded in her ass shooting over and over again. My cum filled her bowels and I kept slamming my dick into her body. Cum shot out of her ass as I continued to fuck it. Cum was everywhere, over her ass cheeks, over her pussy, my cock and the floor. As I finished shooting cum into her I lay on top of her body. My cock softened and slid out of her body on its own. I moved off of her and pulled her listless body onto mine as I sat on the floor. My cock completely spent hanging down, lying on the floor. I caressed her body, stroking it softly. I took her hand and placed it to my wilted cock. After a minute she started to lightly squeeze and stroke it up and down. She kept it up as I placed a hand over her dripping mound and caressed it softly. We kept that up for about 15 minutes. My cock was slowly responding to her ministrations. I again moved her down towards my hardening cock; she opened her mouth and took me in. She sucked me and stroked me as I got harder. After a couple of minutes I was hard again, she then really sucked me, taking the entire length down to her throat. I moved down to the floor and pulled her over my body in a 69 position. I brought her beautiful pussy still dripping with our juices over my mouth and sucked her lips into my mouth. I ran my tongue over her clit while sucking her. I slid my tongue into her pussy and tongue fucked her for several minutes. She was moving her hips in line with my tongue. Nancy was sucking my now rock hard cock for all she was worth. Bobbing up and down my shaft like a pro, she sucked me down to my balls. As she began to cum she slid a finger into my ass. I exploded in her mouth as she exploded into mine. I ate her pussy as she ate my cock. Both of us taking all of what was left and sucked it down. She continued to suck me, cleaning my cock of all our combined juices. It was fantastic. I took her in my arms, kissed her softly and held her. After a little while I told her to get dressed and that she should go home. I helped her dress, kissed her again and let her out the door. "I'll be back Don, soon and you won't need to drug me next time." She said. "Anytime." I told her. I just didn't know when she knew she had been drugged, but it didn't matter now. She was mine.