4 comments/ 138651 views/ 35 favorites Cum on Me By: Many Feathers You'd never know it if you were to meet her or see her on the street. But the truth of the matter is, my wife has a cum fetish. I guess everyone has perhaps some sort of fetish. Some are pretty kinky, some are pretty tame, borderline fetish even. But this one...well, I'd have to say it ranks on the higher end of kinky fetishes. And it isn't just the fact Denise loves cum, a lot of women do. But she loves wearing it...in public preferably, and as fresh as possible. I met Denise at a singles party two years ago. We'd both just gone through a divorce, and though I really wasn't in the mood for any long-term relationships, it had been a while since I'd even had sex with a woman. It was then my best friend Larry told me about this singles club he'd been going to. Most of the women there were simply looking for a good time with no long-term commitments. It sounded like the perfect needed solution. Though that first night when I spotted Denise, Larry warned me away from her, saying that several of the men who'd actually taken her out had found her to be a little too kinky for their tastes. Like I said, to look at her you'd never know. She was average, without looking average. Not drop dead gorgeous, but damn cute. Maybe five foot five, or five foot six perhaps, full breasts, but again neither large nor small. Shoulder length dishwater blonde hair with full lips and a slightly crooked nose that was still as cute as a button. I took an immediate liking to her regardless of anything I'd heard or been told. "Suit yourself buddy," Larry told me. "But don't say I didn't warn ya!" She was standing at the bar...alone, watching several of the other couples dancing or milling about in conversation when I approached. As the drinks were part of the admission price, I couldn't very well offer to buy her one. It made the task of meeting someone a bit awkward, but it also made it easier on the other hand as everyone there was in the same position I was. "Hi...my name's Steven," I told her. "Saw you standing here and thought I'd introduce myself." I smiled inwardly. "That wasn't so hard," I mused. "Straight forward and to the point." Denise smiled, but turned back towards the bar setting her empty glass down on the counter. "Another?" The bartender took her glass. Now it was awkward. I considered leaving, but waited as the barkeep placed a fresh drink in front of her. She turned towards me. "You're either new here...or no one's bothered to warn you off me." "Both, well sorta," I stammered. "I mean this is my first time at the club, but yes...a few of the people here have told me that you have a particular fetish that some find a bit out there." I told her honestly. She smiled. "But obviously they haven't told you what it is exactly." "Well...no, they haven't." Even Larry told me that it was something I'd have to find out for myself if I persisted on meeting her. Intrigued, and loving an adventure, which I was certainly in the mood for by this time, I had thrown caution to the wind. Once again she smiled, sipped her drink, then sat it back down on the bar and looked directly into my eyes. "I have a cum fetish," she explained. "That much I heard," I informed her. "But I think a lot of women like cum, perhaps more than most might think. Hell...even I..." Denise cut me off from continuing. "Oh it's not just about tasting it, or even playing in it, though I enjoy doing that too. What I like...is wearing it." "Wear...wearing it? You mean like enjoying a facial?" That made her laugh. "That too...but take it another step further than that," she told me candidly. I had no clue. "Not sure what you mean by that." "Ok, picture this, one of my ultimate fantasies. Three, four, maybe even five guys cum all over me..." "Ok...so that's sorta kinky, but once again, I know several women..." "And I walk naked down the street covered in their cum." Ok, that shut me up. "Seriously?" "Seriously! Understand what I mean now when I say wearing it?" I did. "I like the feel of it on my skin, especially when it's nice and fresh. I like the smell of it, I like the naughtiness of knowing its there. But what I really enjoy is the shocked look and bewildered expression on people's faces when they realize what it is." Suddenly the movie "What about Mary" popped into my mind. "So you're telling me you'd walk around with a big wad of spunk matting your hair? Something like that?" Once again she laughed. "Nearly everyone I meet mentions that particular movie." Without saying it, she knew damn well I was thinking about it. I grinned...foolishly. "It was pretty funny." "Yes, it was. But I don't do it to be funny. I do it because I like it, because it turns me on, and because its harmless, doesn't hurt anyone, and it's a perfectly normal bodily function." "Yeah, except I don't think it's meant to be worn...externally I mean, well...not out in public perhaps anyway." She didn't respond to that. "So you don't have any kinks...quirks or fetishes?" "No...not really I guess. Pretty straight stuff for me." "Yes you do." "Excuse me?" "Everyone does, though most won't admit it, even to themselves. Sure...some are pretty lame, timid, even mild in comparison to some others. But everyone has a fetish or two, even if they don't realize it." I thought about that finally ordering a drink. "Scotch on the rocks." I turned once again to face her, she hadn't taken her eyes off me since I'd looked at her last. "No...can't think of any, really." "You like scotch?" I picked up my drink, took a sip from it and sat it down again. "Guess you could say that, yes." "Ever drink it any other way? I mean...scotch and water, scotch and soda?" "No." "Well, there you have it. You have a scotch fetish, you prefer it only one way." "That doesn't count." "Sure it does!" "I meant sexual fetishes!" That made her laugh again. "Oh, I see...well ok. Let me see if I can figure out your sexual fetish then," she told me. Admittedly, the conversation was getting interesting now, and she was easy to look at and talk to. "Go for it!" I challenged her. She looked at me like she was sizing me up for a tailored suit. "You don't look like you're an ass man." "Maybe I am." "Nope...you're not. Tits maybe." I smiled. "Ah...so you are a breast man!" I smiled once again. "Big tits?" I grinned, but said nothing. "Certainly not small ones." I tried to remain stone faced. "Ah...so you're a true breast man, you like looking at all shapes and sizes don't you?" She had me there. "Yeah, you got me on that one. But I certainly don't consider that a fetish." "Oh? And why not?" "Well, for one thing I don't think about a woman's breasts all the time, I do look into a woman's eyes occasionally." That made her laugh again. "Well I'll give you points there, I've only seen you check mine out twice since we started talking." "Three times...but who's counting? Make that four times...five." She laughed once again. "So, you're serious about really wanting to go out with me?" she questioned. "I am." "Ok, but only on one condition." "What's that?" "Escort me to the ladies room, you go into the men's room, jerk yourself off. When you're ready to cum, you open the door and let me in." "You're serious!" "I am, unless you're not interested that is." I thought about it, but I was still interested, and curious. "And?" I knew there was an 'And' in there somewhere. It wasn't just about her watching me jerking myself off, though that would have been ok too. "And...you squirt a nice juicy load on the front of my blouse, then we walk arm in arm out of here and back to my place." She was wearing a black blouse. "Won't it ruin your shirt?" "I have a good dry cleaner...with a sense of humor," she informed me. "He always addresses me as Miss Lewinsky." Now it was my turn to laugh. "Fuck...lets go!" She followed, and then led me into the back. "Remember, all over my blouse, the messier the better." I half wondered what I was really getting myself into. "Don't worry...I'll make it worth your while!" "Everyone will know!" I stammered with the realization. "I certainly hope so!" she said grinning. # Larry and I had taken a cab. Neither of us wanted to be the designated driver just in case it turned into nothing more than a drinking night. Denise had done the same. Escorting her back from the restrooms had gone fairly smoothly. Perhaps one or two other couples glanced in our direction as we passed, and though I had certainly done a fairly good job of messing up her blouse, unless you actually examined it, it just looked like someone had spilled something on it. "You have a nice funky smell." "Thank you...I think," I told her. As we stood near the curb waiting to hail a cab, the doorman flagged one for us, and then gave Denise a rather odd look as he stared at the front of her blouse. "Cab," I said softly trying to usher her by the startled looking doorman. If anything, Denise thrust her chest out even further than she had been as though proud of the present she was wearing. But it wasn't a sparkling diamond necklace, closer to a pearl one I'd say. "Care to make a deposit?" she asked him half seriously. And I knew that had he said he would, she'd have bared her breasts for him to do it, right then and there. Reason I know that...she's done it before. Several times. We slid into the cab. "Where too?" Denise gave him the address. He was still looking at her. Actually, he was looking at her blouse, or rather her tits. Somewhere along the way, she'd also managed to undo several button's on her blouse and was busily massaging in some of my not quite dried yet cum-cream. "It's good for the breasts," she announced, which included the cab driver. "Really? I wonder if my wife would buy into that!" he stated, let out a loud guffaw, then turned and put the cab into gear. "You have a problem with people having sex in your cab?" she asked him point blank. I thought I was gonna die. I looked up, caught his startled expression in the rear-view mirror. "Me? Nope! Matter of fact, that would be a first for me. You'd be surprised how many of my buddies have asked me if anyone's done that. And of course, all I hear from them are these wild exaggerated stories about people constantly getting it on in their cabs. So nope...that'd be a first for me. Something to finally tell someone about, so...if that's what you wanna do, you go right ahead. I'll even take a little off the meter for you if you do!" "Would you mind jerking yourself off for me while you drive?" she asked next. "What?" "I'll double your fare if you do," she told him. Speechless, I just sat there, dumb founded, now wondering what it was I really had gotten myself into. "Your husband won't mind?" Denise chuckled. "He's not my husband, he's my cum-buddy." "Cum buddy?" The driver asked. "Yeah, I love cum, especially wearing it...in public. But I enjoy watching it shooting out too. So...like I said, interested?" "Sure...why the hell not. Especially for twice the fare," he reminded her. I watched as Denise lowered the zipper on her skirt, removing it. She wore only a matching black thong, allowing the smooth twin cheeks of her ass to hang out there for all the world to see. Not that I minded. Leaning forward over the front seat, she presented a nice view of her lovely looking ass at me. "Steven?" she questioned. "Yeah?" "While I watch this, would you mind jerking off onto my ass for me? Let me know when you're about ready to cum again though, I want to watch it...as well as feel it." I heard the cabdriver snicker. "And as for you...keep your eyes on the road, and your hand on your cock. All you have to do is tell me when you cum, then you get the fare. If I miss it...then the deals off. Capuche?" Cabby nodded his head without answering. I was glad I couldn't actually see him. I mean it was weird enough as it was. Me in the backseat jerking off, though I was lucky enough to have something to look at while I did, and the cabby in the front seat doing the same thing, while Denise took turns watching the two of us. "Remember...anyone ready to cum has to tell me," she reminded, then slipped her hand down between her legs and began frigging herself off. That helped...a lot. # Denise got her wish, or rather wishes if you will. Though I hadn't seen it, I'd heard it. The cab driver must have spurted quite a load as Denise giggled enthusiastically urging him on as he did. "Oh yeah! Yeah! That's it! Shoot it honey! Shoot it. Here...give me some, let me finish you off!" I watched as she nearly tumbled head over heals into the front seat reaching down in order to finish jacking the guy's dick off, which she must have done. Especially as he reached up and shut the meter off immediately afterwards with a very pleasant looking smile on his face. And I have to admit, hearing him...hearing her, had triggered my own climax, quite unexpectedly. Not something I had really anticipated nor intended. But in the next instant I was pumping my cock off against her firm ass, watching the trailers of semen arching up against her back, which included now the back of her black blouse, and then down upon her ass. She had just finished pumping off the driver when she turned back around to face me with a pouty expression on her face. "You were supposed to tell me." "You were busy." She smiled. "Was it nice and messy?" "Check the back of your blouse." She did, grinned, then brought her hand back around covered in my cum cream. "I did feel it on my ass," she informed me. I caught the cab driver looking at us in the rear view mirror again. He was shaking his head in wonder. "Feel good?" "Still does. It's running down my ass." I felt the cabby slow, then pull next to the curb. "This it?" he asked. "Yep, this is the place," Denise announced opening the door. Her skirt was still on the floor as she stepped out, her blouse undone, her bare breasts fully exposed. It was late, and the streets were fairly deserted, though I had the feeling had it been noon, she'd have exited the cab in the very same way. "Would you mind getting my skirt?" she asked. I retrieved it, and then paid the cabby. As I did, I noticed Denise had leaned into the passenger side window. "Here...these are for you." I saw that she held out her black thong towards him. "Now you have proof," she added. The cabby gladly accepted her gift. "Oh, and I made sure there's plenty of pussy juice in the crotch of them too if ya wanna smell them." He did. "Thanks lady!" he again chuckled. "Though even with these, I'm not sure anyone's gonna believe this." "Your wife might," I reminded him. "Oh...yeah." He tucked the black thong between the seats. "Cumming?" Denise called back towards me as I exited the cab, and followed her near naked cum splattered body up the stairs to her apartment. # "Oh no!" I thought to myself as I scrambled up the stairs just reaching Denise as the doors opened. "Another doorman!" "Evening Miss Jensen," the man said smiling at her, shaking his head. "Been a while." "Yes, yes it has Charlie," she answered back brushing past him. Only then did she look back towards me just as I reached the door. "Charlie? This is Steven, my new cum-buddy." "Evening Sir," he stated tipping his hat in acknowledgement. I merely smiled a rather confused smile towards him as Denise and I then followed him towards the elevators. "Think you can manage it?" "I'll give it a go miss," he grinned as we all stepped inside, the doors closing. Almost immediately he reached inside his trousers, unzipping them and produced a rather large angry looking member. It was shinny black, slick with his juices and looked much like some sort of exotic snake rather than some cock sticking between his legs. Almost immediately he began fisting it as the elevator slowly rose. Denise lived on the top floor, he had already pushed the 14th floor for her when stepping in. "You didn't make it last time," she reminded him. He laughed. "I know...but this time I've been waiting for you. Been sorta keeping myself primed." Denise stood slipping a hand between her legs, giving her exposed quim a gentle frig with her fingers, then surprising me as she reached over, unzipping my fly. The elevator slowly continued to rise, now to the 8th floor. "Halfway there," she announced. "Almost there," he answered, an obvious grimace of ecstasy beginning to show within his face. As the elevator indicated the 12th floor, he turned towards her, holding his enormous cobra-like phallus straight out in front of him towards her. "Now!" he groaned. And in that instant, Denise cupped each of her breasts together just as the biggest wad of cream I had ever seen before in my entire life leapt from the head of his prick in a surging thrown rope of jisim that splattered fully against the twin slopes of her breasts. Then came another and another, the forceful ejaculates almost obliterating her flesh as rivers of cum-cream pooled, then began running down the slick valley of Denise's tits to cause her entire chest and stomach to glisten with his pearly spunk. "Ding!" She stuck a finger in her mouth sucking it, and then passed her other hand, the one that she'd used to frig herself with and ran it beneath his nose, across his lips. "Thank you Charlie," she said teasingly. "My pleasure," he grinned back at her, slipping his still semi-erect cock back into his pants. "Any time." "Every time," she shot back as she exited the elevator. All I could do was follow her into the small foyer as she walked towards the door that obviously led into her apartment. "What the hell was that?" Only then did I notice that my own stiff cock was poking fully from the front of my pants as I followed her into the room. "Oh, just a fun little game we enjoy playing whenever we get the chance. If he can manage to cum before we get to my floor, then next time I give him a blowjob on the way up. If not, then he eats me on the way up. I know it's a bit silly...but it's fun. It's really a win-win situation either way." "I see." "No you don't...but perhaps in time, you will," she explained tossing her purse on the coffee table. "Now...as much as I hate doing this, time to shower, then you and I are going to fuck like rabbits. How's that sound?" It sounded good. # Over the next several weeks, I was introduced into Denise's wild wacky world of cum play. Never in a million years could I have imagined all the various things one could do involving cum that for her was most certainly the defined definition of a true fetish. Everything from lining up shot-glasses on the coffee table, then standing behind me, pumping my prick and seeing not only how far I could shoot and actually hit one of the glasses before taking it and drinking it down afterwards, to lying beneath the glass table on the floor, and watching my cream splatter against the surface while she happily masturbated below as she watched me. But as quirky-kinky as all these things might have been, including additional elevator rides with Charlie, it was still going out in public with her to dinner, or to the movies that seemed to hold the most pleasure and excitement for her. Most often she would wear some sort of dark colored blouse or jacket. We would have dinner in a nice restaurant, then shortly after the waiter or waitress had left the bill, we would depart for the restrooms where she would often slip in behind me once I'd confirmed the coast was clear, standing with me in one of the stalls, jerking my prick until I had splashed a goodly amount of cum cream against her dark blouse, or jacket. Occasionally, when she was really feeling daring, which took me a few times before I was willing to do it, I would cum against her neck, or one side of her face, or leave a few lines of cum streaking up and along side her head into her hair. Then we would walk hand in hand out of the restaurant together. Sometimes people noticed and wondered, sometimes we seemed to pass by without so much as a single look. It didn't matter to her one way or the other. She simply enjoyed the feel of that hot fresh cum sticking against her body, especially as we'd often stroll down the sidewalk towards the car. And we always parked a fair distance away from wherever we were going, just so she could spend that time wearing a partial facial as we strolled slowly down the sidewalk together. Cum On Me I wrote this for a friend of mine and I who speak frequently about the possibility of meeting in real life. I hope you enjoy. __________________________________ Strolling back from the coffee house, holding hands, we pause at the door to the room. I grab your other hand and pull your arms around my waist, so I can kiss you. It's chaste, at first. Small, quiet kisses in the hallway of the hotel, no one around but us. I can feel my arousal building and pull back. "Let's go in?" You smile at me and produce a key. We step across the threshold and I walk to the small bathroom, needing a moment to myself. When I step out, I see you sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard. I cross to you and lay down, my head on your lap. I look up at you as you brush the hair from my face. I close my eyes for a moment as I focus on how close we are, the feel of your hands in my hair. I smile and lean up on my elbows, my face tilted back, inviting you to kiss me. The kiss is sweet and quiet. You pull back as I lean in for more and I grin. I twist around so that I'm on my knees and I brace my hands on the wall behind your head as I slip one leg across your lap and straddle you. My skirt rides up my thighs slightly and your hands rub up and down my legs. My hands shift from the wall to your head, lightly running my fingers through your hair as I kiss your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your jaw, the corners of your mouth. I lick your lips as you continue to rub my legs and ass - I feel your hand move to my inner thighs. I bite your ear then slide my mouth down your neck, sucking, kissing, and biting you. My hands slide to your shoulders then down your chest and my thumbs rub your nipples through your shirt as I finally lean in for a kiss, my tongue reaching for yours, craving your taste. I reach down and free your shirt. You lean forward and raise your arms so that I may remove it entirely. I reach for your belt and you lift your hips slightly to help me remove it - I run my fingers across your stomach as I throw the belt to the side. I suck on each of my thumbs as I gaze at you and then rest them, again, on your nipples, rubbing in slow small circles. I lean in and whisper in your ear how excited I am, and that it took us far too long to meet. I rub my nose against yours as I feel your hands slide up my waist to my breasts, which feel heavy as you squeeze them. I lean back and raise my arms so that you can remove my shirt. We kiss as you play with my breasts, I feel one finger reaching into my bra to slide across my nipple, which is already hard and aching. My head falls back as you lift my breasts out over my bra and camisole. My skirt has ridden up and my panties are exposed. I slide a little closer to you so I can feel your cock against my damp panties. I gasp as you lift my breasts to your face, rubbing against them before taking my nipple into your mouth. My hand slides between us and into your pants. I squeeze your cock and run my fingers over your balls lightly. I pull my hand out of your pants but grasp the waistband and pull down, sliding off of your for a moment so that you may kick free of them. I straddle you again and slide close to you until I can hold your cock to my wet panties and I move my hips against you. I grasp the back of your head and lean in to kiss you, pulling your hand up to my breasts. Your hands are hot and feel so good against my cool skin. You lean over to open the nightstand drawer and pull out my vibrator. You turn it on low and hold it against my nipple - I jump and laugh. I fall back to the bed and reach under my skirt to remove my panties. I hold my hand out and you give me to toy. I run the tip over my pussy before sucking on the toy, wetting it with my tongue. I slide it down my chest, between my breasts, over my belly. The vibrations are low but they cause goosebumps to pop up on my skin. I reach down with my other hand and spread my lips, ready to feel it inside me. I push ti tip in and out several times as I let my knees fall to the sides so you can see. I'm panting slightly as I push the toy fully inside so slowly. With both hands at my pussy, my arms push my breasts together and they stand up, moving slightly as I shift my hips to get the toy in fully. Once the toy is inside me I hold out my hand for yours and pull it to the toy, showing you what I want you to do. You start to move the toy and I lift my hips in response, my hands gripping my thighs. You slide down onto your belly so you can get your face close to my pussy. Leaning in and licking my clit, you startle me. My body shakes and my breathing gets slow and heavy. My hands shift to your head and I try to run my fingers through your hair but can only hold on while you taste me and play with the toy. You remove the toy entirely and I whimper, my hips still rocking slightly. You slide your tongue deep into my pussy and when you surface, I see your face is wet. I sit up and my hand comes to your face, holding you still while I lick your lips and kiss you - loving my taste on your mouth. You give me the toy and slowly roll me to my stomach. I press my face into the comforter and I can feel you watching me as I spread my legs, my hand holding my pussy lips wide and I insert the toy again. I moan into the mattress - my pussy is now extremely sensitive. I feel you shift and settle as your shoulders push my thighs wider. I feel your tongue at the place where the toy disappears inside me, caressing gently. Your hands spread my ass cheeks and I feel your breath rush over me. I imagine you can feel the vibration of the toy on your tongue as you slowly lick up to my asshole, sliding around and across it until you press in slightly. I gasp - it feels so good. My fingers work my clit as I feel your tongue all around my ass. The toy slides out slightly as I bear down on it, but you push it back inside slowly. My back arches at this and, totally overwhelmed, I slide my hand to the toy and start to pump it in and out, my fingers working my clit. I moan your dame as you continue to rim me until you push your tongue inside in rhythm with the toy and I am pushed over the edge. My hands lie still beneath my body, the toy still buzzing inside me and I moan as you rub your hands over my ass and hips. I roll over, a little dazed but smiling. One arm rests over my head, the other on my belly. You slide up the bed as I reach down and pull the toy out. I lay on my back, head on your arm as you lean over me, laying on your side. I rub the toy over my nipples again, leaving cum on them and watch you lean in to suck them clean. My blood starts to run hot again and I reach down to play with my clit but you grab my hand and guide it to your cock. It is heavy, hot, and very hard. I bite my lip as your hand covers my pussy and strokes me gently. I grip your cock and stroke you, pulling on you just the way you love. You stop kissing my breasts and chest and close your eyes, focusing your body on my hand as it grips you again and again. After a few minutes, you pull away and roll me to my side so that you can spoon me and pull my leg up over your thigh. You rest your cock in the wet crevice of my pussy. I reach for the toy, still wet, and lean back slightly so that I can run it across your lips. You try to take it into you mouth but I tease you, pulling it away. I rest the tip on your lips, and, knowing what I want, I feel your arm slide under my breasts, holding me as you pull your hips back slightly and position your cock at the entrance of my pussy. You tweak my nipple hard as we simultaneously push inside each other - you, eagerly tasting me on the vibrator, me, holding my hand to your cock, guiding you inside. We begin to fuck each other as we pull away and back again and again. We're both breathing heavily. Eventually the toy is clean and I set it aside, but you grab my hand and bring my fingers back to your mouth, sucking on them gently. I adjust my hips slightly and moan - your cock is sliding inside me in just the right way now. I press my face into the mattress and moan softly, pushing my ass into your hips. You pull out and sit up , bringing me with you. I climb on top of you and straddle your cock, squeezing it once with my hand before sliding down over you. I rest my forehead on yours for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of you inside me. I brace my hands on your shoulders and begin to move, up and down, quickly pushing us both to the edge. You hold one of my breasts to your face and clasp my nipple between your teeth. I lean forward slightly and my clit gets the pressure I need and I say your name softly. I move faster, fucking you hard until I cum, my pussy clenching over your cock. I slide off you and you lean over me, grasping your balls as I grasp your cock. As I grip you tightly, I lean up and whisper in your ear, "Cum on my pussy, baby." I stroke you hard and fast and let the tip of your cock brush the lips of my pussy and clit. You gasp and cum hard, shuddering slightly. I slide my fingers across my pussy, gathering cum and bring it to your mouth. I smear it on your lips as you try to lick it up and I lean up and kiss you, laughing. Cum On Me Daddy! Writer's block! The curse of all authors had descended on Roger. He mused idly that it made little difference whether the story centred on the pulling on of socks or the pulling off of cocks, when it descended it was a heartless and unforgiving bitch. Roger was an exponent of the latter genre and was vainly seeking fresh ways to stimulate his growing band of readers. He'd had cocks large and small exploring every conceivable orifice of all genders. He'd described pussies and anal passageways getting stuffed with virtually everything other than the kitchen sink (he pondered at this possibility but quickly dismissed it) and his incest tales had included just about every relationship combination that was possible. He therefore decided to seek inspiration from among his fellow Literotica writers and after logging in he chose a story at random. First impression was that he had unwittingly selected a bog standard 'Daddy does Daughter' effort but as he continued he became more and more intrigued as the plot unfolded. Roger paused part way through the reading as he had this sudden urge to find out a little more about the author. A number of points struck him as he read the 'bio' of what turned out to be a very sexy young lady living in Canada. First were her declared fetishes as he read; 'Daddy/Daughter, Brother/Sister, pretty much anything in the family, and cum. There's got to be lots and lots of cum.' Secondly her somewhat unbelievable claim that she was purely a fantasist and would not now or ever do anything in real life that she'd written about. Stating that she was just a shy girl with a slightly dirty mind. (Methinks that she doth protest too much!) But the item that really had Roger reaching for his now burgeoning cock was her photo. What a stunner! Her innocent yet sexy face framed by long chestnut brown tresses, cascading over soft naked shoulders and terminating just short of the upper swell of shapely breasts held a promise of forbidden rituals to come. Her dark seductive eyes that reflected the secret rather than the stated passion and desires of her heart and the wide generous mouth that hinted of the pleasure that it could induce for those so desirous set Roger's ancient pulses racing as he finally freed his cock in anticipation of the story's continuation and conclusion. Neither he nor his favourite appendage was to be disappointed. The Canadian charmer continued to captivate and arouse them both as her unbounded love for facials consisting of copious gobbets of cum became apparent. Roger read on and as our heroine's Daddy sprayed his profuse seed on his daughter's lovely innocent and unsuspecting face, sending her into totally uncharted sexual territory, so also did Roger, albeit in virtual reality format although it must be noted that daddy's bountiful ejaculation could in no way possibly eclipse Roger's in terms of either velocity or volume. Wave after wave of his hot sticky cum struck the PC screen, which had erstwhile displayed her flawless features until it was now completely covered with the greyish white product of his hard pumping testicles. So viscous was the semen that it took what appeared to be an intolerable amount of time before it slowly trickled downwards to reveal her doe-like eyes, which Roger swore had now taken on a somewhat surprised appearance, while at the same time were full of approval at the heroic act. It was not to be the first time that Roger's seed would be liberated that fateful day as he faithfully downloaded her picture; enlarged it before printing off a life-sized copy which he lovingly protected in plastic prior to positioning it, cock-high, on his bedroom wall. The following days were spent in writing hundreds of words of brilliant sex-filled material coupled with regular visits to 'that picture', which he remorselessly sprayed with his seemingly boundless amounts of cum whenever the dreaded 'block' attempted to materialize. But now, his one overriding craving was to meet the creature of his desires to indulge in further intercourse (now now dear reader, remember Honi soit qui mal y pense!). He sensed that there was a strong affinity between them as they obviously shared sexual preferences -- she apparently yearned to receive lashings of cum and he was a past master at 'express delivery'. Pleasant as such a tactile relationship would be in reality, Roger; above anything else was a pragmatist. He couldn't in all reality envisage a twenty-something year old beauty accepting a face full of cum from a septuagenarian with joyful delight. However, what he could visualize was the combining of twin talents in order to produce a veritable Magnum Opus of erotic literature. He decided there and then to contact the Canadian beauty with a view to such a literary liaison. And who can tell -- although she is an obvious sucker for 'Daddy's Cum' as an overture, she could just be totally blown away when grand pop takes centre stage with his experienced baton! Well! Did Roger achieve his goal? Did the Canadian beauty accept the invitation? Where ALL Roger's dreams fulfilled? Watch this space to find out. Cum on Me And there was something about her, that look of danger and excitement that was always pervasive, always bubbling just below the surface. And she knew how to use it, how to entice total strangers, people you'd never guess would be so willing and so ready to involve themselves in her weird kinky little games. One particular evening, we'd gone to see a rather erotic foreign film together. I knew before hand that she was really in one of her moods, as she'd even refrained from touching me or herself for most of the day, which was usually a good sign. As she dressed, she wore only the shortest of skirts, no thong this time, and a sheer white blouse that easily revealed her dark colored nipples beneath. Though she took a matching jacket, she carried it over the shoulder. Passing Charlie at the door, she grinned wickedly towards him. "Might be a late one," she announced. "I'll be here," he answered holding the door. We arrived at the theatre, and as I purchased the tickets for the show, I couldn't help but laugh at the fumbling delay as the ticket girl glanced repeatedly towards Denise, who's taut hard nipples pressed obscenely against the sheer white blouse she was wearing. "Enjoy the show," she smiled knowingly. "Oh...we will," Denise laughed, then suggestively licked her upper lip as we stepped away from the window and moved on into the theatre. "You're incorrigible!" I told her. "I know, but you love me for it anyway." I stumbled briefly in my step, and realized right then and there, I was beginning to. There were few patrons already seated, much to my relief. It was after all a weeknight, and this wasn't exactly the typical type of movie most attended. Nor was it the type of movie that some guy wearing a trench coat would come to see either. There were enough of those movies around where that wasn't a concern. Believe it or not, Denise did have certain standards that she maintained, if one could call it that. The show had already started, so we stood at the entryway allowing our eyes to adjust to the darkness. The theatre was sprinkled here and there with several couples, but there were plenty of open seats and enough distance between any of them to ensure some measure of privacy. "This way," she announced taking my hand. I followed, surprised when she selected a row sitting just off to one side and behind a young couple sitting in front of us. "Here?" "Shhh!" she whispered sitting down. I sat. Almost immediately she bunched her skirt up around her waist, fully exposing herself. Had either of the two sitting in front of us looked behind, they'd have seen Denise happily, though quietly petting herself as the movie continued. As expected, it wasn't long before I felt her hand worming its way into my lap. I'd learned long ago to quit wearing shorts whenever we went out. Feeling the coolness of the air as it reached my exposed prick, I nervously glanced about somewhat relieved to see that no one else would so easily be able to see us, or what we were doing, except for of course the young couple sitting in front of us. Midway through the movie, I froze, though Denise's hand continued to slowly pump my very hard, very wet slick cock up and down. The young woman in front of us rose, hurriedly heading down the row towards the isle and then back towards the foyer. I wondered, and worried briefly that she might have seen or heard us, and was off to tell someone. The fact that the guy who was sitting with her didn't go along with her as well softened that concern somewhat, though Denise of course didn't indicate any concerns whatsoever. If anything, with the disappearance of the young woman, Denise raised the stakes of this naughty little adventure together. As I said, my prick was glistening with moisture. She'd been milking it for the better part of an hour, I felt I could explode at any moment with any sudden increase of friction or tempo. Which was when she started squeezing it more forcefully, producing even more slippery precum juice. As she did, she now purposely 'squished' it between her fingers and my staff, the sound of which easily reached my ears as she pumped, squished, and milked my prick with obvious abandon and glee. I had sat there, my eyes no longer focused on the movie, but clearly riveted to the back of the guy's head. Sure enough, he turned looking over his shoulder, luckily at first in Denise's direction, then mine. His eyes widened in surprise, that even in the darkness of the theatre I could see. "Naughty huh?" Denise said grinning as she continued pumping my prick, still making with the squishy juicy sounds that I was sure could be heard all over the auditorium. And had that not been enough, she was wet enough herself that she'd now included the same sort of wicked sounds as her fingers now pummeled her own wet split, adding to the chorus of decadent music our two organs were playing. "Holy shit!" He said a little too loudly. "You like?" Denise whispered back a subtle reminder in cautioning him. He grinned. "Wanna play?" "What?" As usual, whatever she was up to or about to do, I was merely along for the ride. "Where's your wife?" "She had to pee." Once again I nervously scanned the theatre, but they were at least whispering low enough so as not to disturb anyone above the sounds and music of the movie that was playing. "Go find her, tell her what we're doing. If she's interested, tell her to come sit beside me, then you sit beside her." "You serious?" "Very...now go before she returns." He stood up immediately, nearly tripping over himself on the way out. "What if she freaks?" I asked. "What if she does?" Denise said rearranging her skirt modestly. "We're not doing anything." I took cue from her and zipped myself up though it wasn't easy. Moments later I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. To my amazement, the two of them entered the row we were sitting in, the young good looking blonde taking a seat next to Denise. Denise then leaned over, whispered something to her though I couldn't hear it, only the quiet giggle of the young woman a moment later. I could clearly see however as she reached over into her husbands lap, unzipping him and produced a very stiff, very erect looking prick. Likewise, Denise then did the same thing with me. For a few moments I watched, as he did...the two girls quietly sitting there together stroking us. Once again Denise leaned over whispering. And once again I couldn't hear her, but I could hear the young girls response. "Ok," she grinned. "As long as it's ok with him." I wasn't sure which 'him' she was referring to, but the young woman then leaned over whispering to her husband, who glanced briefly sideways towards me, and Denise before nodding his head. Simultaneously, both women stood exchanging places. In the next instant, Denise's hand was wrapped around the other guys prick, and the blonde's was wrapped around mine. I could only sit there shaking my head in amazement. This continued for a few moments more until the subtle shifting on the other side of the blonde alerted me that Denise was up to something. Sure enough, she had managed to bunch up her skirt around her waist once again. A millisecond after that, she was inching her hand between the blonde's legs. It took a brief moment of coaxing, but finally she relaxed and actually spread them a little. "Take them off." "What?" "Your panty hose, take them off." "It's too dangerous...I can't." "Rip them off then." I heard her nervously giggle. "How?" Once again Denise fumbled briefly reaching into her purse. "Use this," she stated, handing the young woman a nail file. In the next instant, I heard the soft tear of fabric as she tore a piece of the garment away. "That's better," Denise purred, then slipped her hand back down between the young woman's legs. "Now...do me as well," she whispered. And there we all sat, Denise contentedly jacking the man's prick with one hand, fingering his wife with the other. She in turn fingering Denise, and pumping me as we pretended to continue watching the movie, which I had lost all track of and knew absolutely nothing about by this time. The only thing I did know for sure, was that the show would be ending soon by the way the movie was heading. Sensing that as well, Denise began jacking the man's cock off much more forcefully, which he immediately warmed too, though by the look on his face, he was also immediately worried and concerned about his impending explosion. He needn't have. With one sudden movement of her hand, Denise reached up and split away her blouse popping each and every button on it in the process. Now bare-breasted, she offered him the perfect place for depositing his semen, which he took advantage of almost immediately. To my additional surprise, Denise hadn't once removed her hand from between the blonde's legs, and as she and I watched the first hard-felt spurtings of her husbands cock splashing against Denise's tits, I heard her suddenly groan, her legs suddenly coming together in a vice-like grip as Denise continued to pump out the husbands cream as well as the wife's orgasm simultaneously. Unfortunately for me, the blonde had forgotten all about me in her pleasures, though her hand nearly squeezed the head of my dick off when she came. "Sorry!" she replied sheepishly a moment or so later as she finally recovered. But the lights had already come up and the credits were rolling. Several of the patrons had already stood moving towards the exits. We sat...one gentleman doing a double take as he passed by our row, Denise's breasts in full glorious view as he did, his eyes widening with surprise. "Good movie huh?" she said grinning back at him. "Must have been," he answered laughing, then continued on up the isle way. By now the young couple was obviously nervous and in a hurry to leave, especially with Denise sitting here, her breasts nonchalantly revealed, covered thickly with the guys cum-butter. "Aren't you going to stay for the climax?" she questioned. "It's ok," I stated as the blonde stood looking apologetically towards me. "It was still fun." She hesitated, and then looked about the theatre. It was nearly empty now. "You close?" "On the edge," I grinned. She sat back down next to me. "So help me...if anyone comes." "Hopefully he will," Denise answered with a laugh, sitting down on the other side of me. "When he squirts, just aim it my way." She did. # Like I said in the beginning, every day with Denise was an adventure. In time, she actually quit referring me to everyone as her "cum-buddy". Eventually, it became "lover" and then "husband". Even the wedding was an adventure, certainly not anything anyone else would ever consider as normal, not by a long shot. But it had become so for us. I was never jealous, nor worried that she didn't love me, or want me...she did. But it was the simple acceptance of who she was, and the fetish she enjoyed. Accepting that, was accepting of her. And I did. By this time my best friend Larry had also accepted my relationship with Denise. And once I'd better explained to him what it was she enjoyed doing, and why, he understood it a lot better as well. Not to mention the fact that I'd even hinted on occasion that Denise might be willing to include him in one of our private little games. Neither of us had the typical bachelor, or bachelorette party the night before the wedding. There was no need for that. Each day had been a party of sorts, always something new and exciting, kinky or fun...and yes, even normal. Sometimes we merely fucked just for the pleasure in doing that. But it was the day of our wedding that I'd say has to go down in the annals of time as being one of the wildest, wettest, and kinkiest yet. Obviously we didn't have one of those typical church weddings, nor did she even wear a wedding dress. The veil yes, but nothing else. She had a friend who was a legal minister and could perform ceremonies, and with whom she had also periodically enjoyed sharing her fetishes with. So he was certainly cool about it. In addition, she had two girlfriends in attendance, and I had brought Larry along as my best man, along with another mutual friend of ours, though he was nervous and hesitant as hell when we told him we'd be wearing nothing more than bow ties at the wedding. But with the certain knowledge there would be plenty of naked available flesh to look at, whatever inhibitions or concerns he might have originally had, simply faded away. We had picked a favorite spot of ours high up in the mountains in a beautiful meadow that was filled with wildflowers and the warmth of the midsummers sunshine. Secluded as we were, there was no fear or danger that anyone would stumble in upon us, leaving the wedding ceremony very private and very personal. It was interesting to say the least, Denise and I standing together, she in her veil, me in my bowtie, her naked attendants all holding nothing more than flowers, while Larry and Brent stood by nervously ogling all the available eye-candy. As we'd spent nearly two years together before getting married, I had by that time gotten to know Denise better than I had ever known anyone. And I had also shared with her and learned each and every fantasy, each and every naughty decadent thought she'd ever had, or had ever done. Some of which she still hadn't explored or entertained believe it or not. And so it was that I had planned on a bit of a surprise for her, something that I knew she'd remember and enjoy. We had just finished the ceremony, now legally wed. Larry was busily uncorking the wine we had brought with us for the celebration afterwards. The girls had spread out several large quilted blankets to sit on where we all sat, basking in the sunlight, sipping our wine and enjoying the view. One thing that Denise had always wanted to do, but had never done as yet, was actually make love in the out of doors with an audience watching. The stage for that particular little desire was already set. I had no problem with it as we merged together there amongst our friends who watched fondly and with admiration as we pleasured one another towards orgasm. As was usually the case, I had pulled out of her just prior to climaxing, my orgasmic release splashing against her from head to toe as she lay below me, much to her delight and the delight of our friends who witnessed my copious discharge. I had spoken to Charlene, one of Denise's friend's day's earlier. I had mentioned my intentions, my hopes and grinned with delight when she assured me that not only could she satisfy my wish, but so could another friend of theirs who was also invited to the wedding. Moving off, Denise looked up towards me in curious wonder. She knew I was up to something as I quickly motioned for Charlene and Kristy to come over and stand above her. "Ladies?" I said grinning. "If you please..." There they stood, reaching over towards one another and began masturbating one another as they stood over her. Even Larry and Brent were caught off guard by this one, as I hadn't informed either one of them of my intentions. Nor did either of them have any clue as to what was happening either, which I figured would melt away whatever inhibitions either one of them might have had for later. Which it did. It didn't take very long, the girls had been very much aroused most of the day anyway, and the suggestion of my idea, and knowing Denise as well as they did, kept that sexual tension on edge up until this very moment. "For me?" Denise said grinning, knowing full well what was about to happen. Though I smiled inwardly with both Larry and Brent watching that neither one of them still had a clue. The girls had switched from mere fingering one another, to now purposely manipulating themselves in whatever fashion or way that it took to produce the desired results. But moments later, as Charlene hard-slapped her own self, and as Kristy more furiously tended to rub her clit like a miniature cock, one after the other began to jettison little streamers of female cum-cream that sprayed out in sparkling clear fluids, almost as though Denise stood beneath the shower at home as her friends bathed her in an abundance of female nectar. "Fucking A!" Brent exclaimed as he witnessed his first ever female ejaculation. "You can say that again!" Larry added as he absentmindedly stood there fondling his now very erect prick. I had figured, and hoped that with the girl's initial involvement that it would more easily pave the way for Larry and Brent to join in as well. Something as I said I had always known Denise had thought and fantasized about quite often. I wasn't sure about her minister friend, but seeing him walking over to watch, cock in hand and hard as a rock, whatever doubts I had about him melted away. "Where would you like it?" he asked. "Here...on this one," she said presenting her left breast. "Cover it completely for me if you would...please." "I'll do my very best," he told her, then proceeded to shower her proffered tit with an abundance of his creamy white nectar a short time afterwards. "Larry? Brent?" I asked, pointing down towards my wife. Neither one seemed to move all too quickly, still looking and appearing a little unsure, until Charlene joined in, grabbing Larry's cock and leading him forward. "Allow me," she said grinning. Which he did. Once again, it didn't take long, not with Charlene jerking my friend's cock anyway. As the minister had done to her left breast, Larry managed to cream her right one. Denise now sat with both breasts fully covered in a rich overabundance of fuck butter. As Larry and Charlene stepped back, Kristy led Brent, also by the cock towards her. Denise merely spread her legs even more fully apart, swirling her clit with her fingers as she did, giving him the perfect target for Kristy to aim at while enjoying the feel of her hand upon him along with the view of my wife's deliciously wet cunt. He was soon after squirting against her, though initially a bit wildly, though Denise didn't seem to mind. The majority of his cream landing directly against her split, much to her delight and pleasure. "And finally..." she said grinning as I approached. I had by now managed to work up another nice hard erection. Though it had been relatively easy after having watched everyone getting off ahead of me, especially the two girls, who'd assured me they'd do so again after I'd finished. "Feed me his prick," Denise told her two girl friends. "Rub it all over me, all over my face, my neck, my tits." I was only too happy to oblige, enjoying the sensation of it as first one, then the other, sometimes both of them rubbed my rock-hard erection back and forth against my wife where she sometimes sucked it, nibbling it until having it taken away. When I was ready, I announced it of course, and then Charlene placed the head of my dick against Denise's hungrily waiting mouth. The first spurt disappearing inside where she drank it, then shutting her mouth fully, allowing the second massive spurt to splash purposely against her lips, another along the side of her face, still yet another, aimed downwards against her breasts, splashing to mingle with the still slick moisture of previous spendings. As promised, Charlene and Kristy both once again placed themselves over my wife's prostate cream filled body and poured another deluge of their own brand of cum-cream upon her minutes later. Drenched, sticky, and glistening with sticky goo, the girls now knelt down on the blanket along side her and proceeded to massage the natural lotion into her exposed flesh. Joining them, I soon did the same, delighting in the funky mixture of smells and texture of creams that lay there. To my surprise, even Larry and Brent joined us then, taking hands, legs and feet, not a single square inch of her was left un-caressed, unmassaged, un-probed, or untouched. By now Charlene and Kristy were sucking her breasts, enjoying the erotic wicked taste of my wife's tits as they devoured the mixture of cream still found there. I, devouring her split, tickling her clit, fingering her quim much to her delight as she motioned for, then proceeded to once again fondle and jack off my two friends while her minister friend fed her his cock which she hungrily devoured. Cum on Me I have no idea how many times everyone came, nor how many partners eventually everyone enjoyed. But as dusk came and the sun dipped below the horizon, Denise and I wandered off alone...together, leaving our still sleeping friends behind. "Cum on me," I told her. "Lay me down and cum all over me." She smiled happily...and did just that. Cum on Mum My mother is a whore. She's a dirty slut who takes it anywhere and anyway she can get it. For pleasure and for money. And most of the men in the town have had their go with her. Of course to most ordinary nineteen year old guys to hear that said about their mother would be almost the most offence you could possibly cause. But I loved to think it about mine. Then again, my relationship with my mum wasn't the average kind and she certainly wasn't the average kind of mother. We'd always been very close, I was a shy, introverted kid growing up without many friends and she was young, sexy and fun so my mother was often like my best friend growing up. I never knew my father, just one of the many men passing through my mother's life, she'd always been something of a nymphomaniac even as a teenager, and I had no siblings so it was just us. I had always known that she wasn't like my friend's mums, aside from being younger and more fun, in her attitude to family life and was well used to strange men being around at all hours. In the last six months since I had become an adult and was wondering what to do with my life and whether I could survive in the wider world without the constant support of my mother, our relationship had undergone some changes. I was now well aware of just exactly the sorts of things that my mum got up to with these men. How did I know? Because she had begun to tell me, it had started off with her desiring to come clean about the way she made her money and supported us, now I was an adult she felt I could understand and not judge her too harshly for how much she enjoyed sex with random, strange men. That's all it had been at first, a confession, but it had become so much more that was shared between us now. Just take this one example of an average Friday night. I heard the front door slam shut from in my bedroom, that mean that the man that had been here had left, he'd been pretty quick, no nonsense and I hadn't even seen him as he came in and left. As soon as I heard that door slam shut, I hurried over to my mum's bedroom to talk to her about this latest encounter. She lay back on her huge double bed, my still gorgeous in her 40s mother, looking flustered and tired. Her make up was smudged and her dark curly hair was a complete mess but to me this dishevelled, just fucked look was the sexiest she ever seemed. She was dressed in a saucy pink satin negligee with one strap slipping down her arm and the hem riding up around her thigh. Aside from that all she wore were a pair of black lace topped stockings, one of which was slightly torn. She looked up as I came into the room and gave me a slightly tired little smile and patted a spot on the bed beside her. "Come and sit by me, honey," she said sweetly, "I've got a little bedtime story for you." Doing just as she said, I walked in and sat down beside her on the bed, her hand found mine and started to stroke it gently. This close I could inhale her sweet scent intermingled with the musky odour of her recent lover. She turned to look at me and gave me another little grin. "Let me tell you, honey, this guy wasn't wasting any time at all and didn't exactly stand on pleasantries. As soon as I opened the door for him he was suggesting we take it up to the bedroom. And that was just fine with me, I was already feeling a heat and excitement down below just at the thought of it. He was a big, strong, broad shouldered guy with perfect chiselled features, a real man's man and once in the bedroom he certainly took control of the situation. As soon as I let my robe drop to the floor to reveal this little number I was wearing beneath, his hands were all over me. He pressed his hard manly body against mine, his hands cupping my arse and kissing all over my face and neck. Soon, his hands were all over my breasts, seeming to know just what touches I needed to get me really flustered and excited." As she said this a dreamy look in her eyes told me she was lost in the reverie as her own hand moved to grasp her D cups and fondle them through the thin soft satin. "He pushed me down to my knees and pulled out his cock, it was long and thick, at least eight inches and already getting hard," she continued in a deep, sensual voice that was making my own cock twitch and become harder, "Well, you know how much your slutty mummy likes to wrap her lips around a big, thick cock, so I was only too eager to oblige when he told me to suck him, worshipping the end of his manhood with my lips and tongue as I stroked along his shaft, getting him even harder and me even wetter, so much so that I used my free hand to slide inside my panties and begin to finger my pussy. But he wasn't satisfied with this and once more he took control. Picking me up, he tossed me onto the bed and simply tore off my panties, pushing my negligee up around my waist to reveal my wet pussy, aching with desire." She sighed at the thought as she began to caress my hand with more affection and ran her other hand along her stockings and thigh. I noticed where her panties lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, a revealing, tiny black lace thong, I'd seen it before, her arse looked amazing in it but she looked even better with her bare, shaved pussy exposed. "Mmm, oh, honey, it feels sooo good just thinking about him and his toned body and long, hard member," my mother sighed again, "He pushed my legs wide open and lay on the bed between them. Running his hand along my satin covered waist and chest, he began to push his cock into my eagerly waiting pussy. He didn't hold back either, holding me down to the bed and completely dominating the pace. And the pace he wanted was furiously fast, deep and hard. He showed me no mercy as he violently ravaged my pussy but then, that's just the way mummy likes it, isn't it honey? A hard, rapid shafting deep in her pleasure zone. I was sighing and moaning and screaming so hard you probably heard it in your bedroom. My body was rocking with the force of his strong, manly fucking. Just as I was reaching an incredible climax, without warning, he shot his load deep inside me. You'd have liked him, son, he's the kind of guy that came bucketloads, it was leaking out of my cunt and running down my legs as he pulled out and put his pants back on and walked out, leaving me exhausted on the bed and feeling completely used." She certainly painted a hell of a picture, she must have known what the thought of her being violently used by a tough man was doing to me, my cock was really hard now, straining beneath my pants. One thing that's for sure is that the memory was certainly making her feel pretty aroused once more. "Oh, mmm, honey, just telling you about it is making me feel all hot and bothered once more, making me feel his hardness entering between my thighs," she gave a little laugh, "Look how wet your mum's pussy is. God, your mum's such a slut!" She opened her legs and turned to face me, pulling up the satin negligee, there was the sight I imagined in my mind, her shaved cunt and swollen pussy lips, wet with yearning desire. She hadn't been wrong about her latest man either, he certainly had been one who hadn't held back with his cum, it was leaking from her pussy and running over her thighs, staining her ripped stocking. My gorgeous mother, left used and full of cum, made me so very turned on. I pushed her further back and leaned down between her long, stockinged legs. Pushing my lips to her left thigh, I began to lick her soft flesh, lapping up the drying, salty cum her lover had left on her. "Oh, oh, yeah, that's it, honey," my mother sighed, "Lick mummy clean." I moved over to the other thigh, delighting in getting all the sticky juices from her smooth thighs. I don't know when this had happened but somewhere along the line I had started delighting in eating the cum my mother's lovers deposited in and on her, not only did it give me a sense of being part of her being used and abased by these men but also I had grown to love the warm salty taste of it. And there was more, right now, in her beautiful pussy. "Oh, aaah, you're such a good son, honey," my mum purred, "Your mum's been fucked so hard and her pussy's all full of tasty cum. Please, eat me and clean out my dirty cunt!" I couldn't refuse an offer like that, especially coming from the woman that raised me. I pushed her legs further apart and buried my face between them. She held the back of my head and pushed me further into her. I inhaled the scent of her pussy and the odour of the man who had taken her less than half an hour earlier. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and began to run it over and around it, lovingly lapping the delicious cream pie left inside my mother by her mystery lover, delighting in the taste of his juices mixing with hers, which were flowing even more freely with my oral attentions. "Aa aaah aaaaahhh, oh my God, that's sooo good," my mother moaned as I stuck my tongue into her pussy in the desperate search for more tasty cum, "Oh yeah, eat me, lick that cum up from deep inside me. You love the taste of cum in your mother's pussy, don't you honey? God, you're a kinky fucker, I don't know which is dirtier, wanting to eat out your own mother or your desperate lust for the taste of men's juices. Does it turn you on to think that the salty cum on your lips comes from your slut whore of a mother giving it up to any man?" She had me just right, that was such a turn on, thinking of my sweet mother used and fucked and then licking that man's juices right out of her, "Fuck honey, I'm gonna cum too if you keep it up." Sure enough, as I continued to lick my mother's cunt, she began to writhe and wriggle, pushing her cunt up toward my mouth and holding the back of my head until I was almost suffocating with the closeness as I rubbed her clitoris with my tongue before going back to taste the last manly juices inside her and send her on a wave of ecstasy, leaking more of her own sweet juices. Finally my mother lay back with a gasp of satisfaction. "Aahh, yes," she sighed, "That was quite an evening. You're the best cum drinking, pussy eating son a woman could have." That was just one occassion that shows off the sort of special relationship I had with my mother. But it wasn't the first or the last time that she recounted to me her sexual adventures and I ate cum off her beautiful body. I loved how turned on it made me and her when she described the men that fucked her, she painted such a hot, sexual picture. So much so, however, that it made me really want to see what it was like, to really watch my slutty mother in action as she got fucked by a hunky guy. Finally, she relented, secretly I think the idea of being watched by her son was something of an extra turn on for her, and agreed to let me hide in her closet and watch her take on two guys that were regulars of hers. On the day in question, I concealed myself in the closet with the door enough ajar to get a good look around the room. I watched as my mother got herself ready, dressing herself in a tiny red micro mini skirt with a pleated hem that barely covered her panties and a black lycra off the shoulder crop top with ruffled sleeves. Her mass of curly hair fell over her bare shoulders and her face was heavily painted in rouge and scarlet lipstick. Her legs were bare and appeared even longer in her tiny micro mini. On her feet were a pair of clear seven inch heeled stripper platforms. All in all it was a classic hooker look and it made my mother look just like the fuckable little slut that she was. There was a ring at the door and she went to answer it, leaving me for a moment to simply contemplate the thought of her in her slutty clothes. After a few minutes, she came back into the room and now she was accompanied by a couple of guys, both big, manly looking men with bulging biceps and broad shoulders. One had blond hair cropped short and stubble, she called him Liam, the other had long dark hair and a fresh face and was called Mike. It seemed like a brief instant before my mother was on her knees and in each of her hands was a hard, thick penis. Mike's was longer and thinner as her hand pumped along the shaft, Liam's thick, shorter but still over six inches was the one in her mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth on it. "Oh yeah, suck it bitch," Liam moaned. "God, she's such an eager slut still," Mike grinned. Meanwhile, Mike reached down and yanked down her crop top, letting her impressively round and still quite pert breasts spill out, to which I let out an almost audible sigh. He cupped her breast in his hand and began to fondle it as she continued to stroke his cock. After a minute, she turned the attention of her lips on it too while her other hand still stroked Liam's thick manhood. She licked in slow, short bursts around the head of Mike's cock, gasping and sighing as she did so. "Oh yeah, mmm, you guys have such big tasty cocks, I just looove to lick them." I'd heard her talk before about sucking men off and had pictured it in my head but I had never been able to imagine quite the incredible sight of my own mother, tits spilling out of her tiny top, on her knees, gobbling up a couple of huge cocks with the eagerness of a teenager and the skill of a porn star. "Oh, yes, come on Rachel, you're still the best," Liam sighed as she diverted her attention back to sucking on his meat. "How about you let us get at your sweet pussy you dirty whore," Mike said. "Oh, ooo, yes," my mum took her lips from the cock in her mouth long enough to gasp her approval, "I wanna feel your big, long meat inside me Mike, momma wants to be fucked good today." As she made that "momma" comment she looked directly at the closet where I hid with a lascivious grin on her face, I knew she was putting on an extra special show of it all just for me. She shifted her body so she was now knelt on all fours while Mike positioned himself kneeling behind her. As he pushed her tiny skirt up around her waist and pushed her legs wide open, she went back to slurping around Liam's cock. Mike pulled her panties aside and pushed his cock up inside her, beginning to fuck her in a doggystyle position while she did her best to deep throat Liam, her eyes wide open and her holes and both ends filled with hard manhood. Her massive round tits wobbled back and forth beneath her as Mike took her hard from behind and, as he withdrew, Liam thrust into her throat, totally impaling her from both ends. She was completely helpless, completely at the mercy of these two strong men as they both rammed their cocks in and out of her, hard and fast with no mercy. This was my mother as I'd never seen her before. Of course I knew her as the major dominant authority figure in my life but I had seen some of her sexual side in recent months. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for the incredible sensual sight of my gorgeous mother on all fours, completely submissive before the incredible power of two studly men as they double penetrated her. It's not something anyone ever expects to see of their mother but it was an incredible turn on. "Oh yeah, take it Rachel, you dirty whore," Mike moaned, "You love it don't you? Giving your pussy and mouth up completely to men, being a slutty, cock loving whore! Oh God, oh fuck, yes!" After a while of this, Liam pulled out of her mouth and sat up on the bed, "Come on then Rachel, you slut, I want a go at that nice little arse of yours." Once again, my mother was eagerly obliging, standing up and sitting astride his lap, facing away from him, and towards me so she gave me a flash of her full naked breasts and just fucked pussy as she slid his cock up her arse. My view was then obscured by Mike as he stood between both of their legs and stuck his dick back inside her pussy so now my mother was sandwiched between these two muscular hunks as they fucked her back and forth between their big cocks. I could just see her head thrown back as they pushed her beautiful body back and forth between them, fondling her big, wobbling breasts as she groaned and screamed. "Oh, oh, oh, ah, Oh God! OH Fuck me, oh yes, aaaah," she cried, "Oh mmm, fuck momma, fuck her hard! Oh yes, mummy wants your cum, cover me with your fucking cum!" "Uh, ahhh, oh, Rachel, fuck yeah, oh, I'm gonna cum pretty soon for you!" Liam groaned as my mum bounced on his cock. "OK, honey, cum for me, cum on my face, soak my beautiful tits with your warm cum!" my mum groaned, "Oh yeah, my baby wants his momma soaked in manly cum so shoot your load on my face, on my tits, cum all over me boys! Cum for my baby, for my honey! Oh fuck yes, he loves his cummy mummy!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing come out of my mother's mouth, as two studly men fucked her arse and pussy she was directing all her moans and screams especially for me hiding in the closet watching her, she was begging them to cover her in their delicious cum and they, maybe confused by some of what she was saying, never the less appeared happy to oblige. Mike pulled out of her pussy and stood aside to allow her to get off Liam and return to her place kneeling before their cocks as they jerked off, so near to climaxing. "Oh, fuck, I can't hold back any further, Rachel, here it comes baby," Mike groaned as he shot a load of cum directly into my mother's mouth. "Mmmm, that's it boys, cover mummy's beautiful body, my honey wants to see my face sticky with your manly jizz and my breasts soaking in it," my mum sighed again as a second spurt shot from Mike's cock across her cheek. "I'm gonna cover those sweet tits in dirty cum, Rachel, oh God, fuck!" Liam sighed as a string of cum shot out of his cock across my mother's cleavage. Now both guys were cumming bucketloads of sticky white stuff all over my mother, a string from Mike's cock covered a line from her dark hair right across her face to her chin while Liam shot another string of it all over her breasts. "Oh yeah, you sure can cum for me guys, my baby's going to be so pleased to see me all sticky and cumsoaked. My honey loves the taste of salty cum and loves to eat it from his mummy's curvy body. Give mummy all your cum, soak her face and fill her mouth, let my baby drink it down!" Her face completely covered, Liam and Mike finished up by shooting everything they had left right inside her open and eagerly awaiting mouth until there was milky white liquid leaking from the sides of her lips. Finally spent, they dressed and exited the room quickly leaving her used and completely covered in copious amounts of her cum. I couldn't even wait for them to leave the house. As soon as the bedroom door closed, I exited the closet, not able to discard the raging hard-on that I had sustained watching my hot mother fucked every way by two hard studs and then getting covered in their cum just for me. And to me, the dishevelled, drenched and sticky woman on her knees before me was the most beautiful my mother had ever been. I knelt beside her and she took my head in her hands and tipped it back. She leaned over and I could see her face close up, she was dribbling cum, their were bubbles of it between her lips and a drop ran down her chin, there were lines of white all over her face and into her hair, a large drop on her long eyelash. She opened up my mouth and, from her position leaning above me, was able to open hers and let a stream of cum drip from her mouth and straight down my throat. I had never drunk so much in one go, it tasted amazing and it was such a turn on to see my mother, sticky with cum feeding me with it from her own mouth. When her mouth was mostly empty, I swallowed my mouthful and sat up. I looked into her eyes and kissed her on the lips, they tasted warm, salty and sticky, just the way I liked it. I began to kiss and lick all over my mother's face, cleaning her up and eating up all the cum that I could that was all over her beautiful face. Cum on Mum "Oh, yes, thank you mum," I sighed as I licked her cheek free of a big load of white juices, "It was soooo amazing watching you give yourself up to those lovely hard cocks, seeing them penetrating deep into your pretty pussy, mum, it was such a turn-on," I sucked a drop off her chin, "And thank you sooooo much for having them soak you in tasty cum, this is the best a son could ask from his mother, I love you so much and I love cum and more than anything I love eating cum off your gorgeous body," her face mostly clean I had now switched to suckling on her sticky breasts, tasting all the manly juices that covered them as I kissed her firm nipples, it felt weird, suckling at my mother's breasts but licking up men's cum not milk, definitely the kind of weird feeling that made me especially aroused, my cock was still harder than ever before, "Mmmm, oh god, yes, you taste sooo gooood mum, your such a slut getting so cum covered and I love you for it." "Oh, honey, you're the slut, really, sooo desperate for cum like a dirty teenage pornstar, you can't get enough of it, cleaning every sticky inch of mummy's body so eagerly. I bet you'd make a great cocksucker just like your mummy, you love cum soooo much you'd be amazing at it." And that was it, the suggestion of me sucking a cock for a shower of delicious cum was too much for me, with a sigh and burying my head in the sticky cum between my mother's breasts, I felt myself shoot my own load in my pants, without ever touching my cock. It was strange but amazing, seeing my mother fucked and soaked in cum and then licking her clean, it seemed all my fantasies had come true, but there was more to come. A couple of weeks later, my mother surprised me by telling me she had invited around a guy she liked to fuck every now and then who was bisexual and liked pretty boys as much as hot women, she said that she'd really like it if this time I could take part in her sex fun with her. I was only too thrilled. Although, to tell the truth I was a little nervous about sucking a guy's cock, I'd never done anything remotely like that before, but I was more excited than scared, excited about coming closer to my beautiful mother in enjoying sucking cock and being soaked in cum with her just as she would. My second surprise came as I realised that I knew this guy. He was the father of one of my school friends. Not that anything could make the situation of being inducted into bisexual sex by my own mother any weirder. He was called Kevin Peters and his son Ryan and I used to hang out a lot. Kevin was tall and quite well built with sandy hair and a little goatee beard. My mother had me let him in while she went upstairs and got ready. It was a little awkward between me and Kevin even if he didn't perhaps realise he was my friend's dad, we were both a little unsure of how to behave and it was a relief to hear my mother's voice calling us upstairs. As ever, she looked stunning, today she was virtually naked, those gorgeous breasts and shaved pussy completely on view, all she wore were a pair of red fishnets and some black patent six inch stilettos that showed off those sexy legs. "Hi Kevin," she said, shamelessly flaunting her beautiful nakedness, "I see you've got acquainted with our little cumbucket here," she nodded at me, making me blush horribly, "Why don't you boys lose your clothes too." In a few minutes both me and Kevin stood even more naked than she was. I could now check out his body, it was skinny but well built and his cock was long, thick and uncut and, as he began to stroke it, it became hard too. "That's a nice big cock Kevin's got there, isn't it honey?" my mum said to me as she came over to us, taking Kevin's hand from his cock, she began to stroke it instead with her left hand while her right reached for mine, "I bet it's full of those juices you love so much, come on baby, why don't you get a feel." She moved my hand so it was on Kevin's cock, all of us standing in a triangle with Kevin's beast sticking out in the middle of us. It felt warm and alert to touch, instinctively, I began to stroke it. Following my mother's example, I ran my hand up and down the shaft as she kissed Kevin and then me on the lips. She got to her knees and began to lick his warm dick. "Mmmm, that's the kind of taste mummy likes," she sighed, "And I'm sure her baby will too, come and have a lick, honey." I found myself on my knees beside her, mouth open as she directed his long, hard member between my lips. It felt warm and excited at the touch of my tongue. Something about this felt right, on my knees with the head of a man's cock in my mouth as my own mother stroked the shaft. There was a musky odour and the slightest taste of those salty juices I love so much. My mother pushed my head further down so a couple of inches of hard, manly cock were inside my mouth before she let me back off it. I'd seen her sucking cock like a dirty whore from the closet a few days before and knew just how it was done, bobbing up and down, letting it slip from my mouth to lick the veiny shaft and kiss the head. "Oh yeah, he sucks cock just like his mother," Kevin groaned, "Looks like you've got another slut in the family, Rachel." "Mmmm, yeah," my mum replied as she sucked on his balls, "He's a natural, look how much he loves to suck cock, he just wants the cum so much, look how hard he is." She was right, my cock was as stiff and erect as the one in my mouth. I was imagining that twitch and a stream of thick white man juice shooting out of it, covering me all over in cum like men always did with my mother. But it wasn't to happen just yet. "Oh, I wanna fuck your pussy now, Rachel," Kevin sighed, taking his cock from my mouth, much to my disappointment. My mother lay back on the bed and opened her red fishnet covered legs wide. Kevin slotted between them and slid his dick, wet with my and my mother's saliva, deep into her pussy. She began to gasp and moan as he slid his cock in and out, fucking her with eager abandon. "Come on over, honey," my mum sighed as he shafted her, "Come and lick mummy's pussy as Kevin fucks me." I did as she asked, kneeling and leaning over my mother's glorious body. As Kevin pushed into her pussy, I licked around her clit and along his shaft as he withdrew it. Every now and then, he would take his cock from my mother's pussy and shove it into my mouth, fucking my face for a few seconds and giving me even more taste of my mum's pussy juices, before sliding back inside her pussy. "Aaaah, yes, oh, fuck guys, I'm gonna cum," my mother's body shook with ecstasy, "Oh wow, OH YEAH, FUCK ME!!! It's so amazing having my pussy fucked while my son goes down on me! Oh honey, you deserve all the salty cum you're gonna get!!" "Mmmm, I'm gonna cum for you Rachel," Kevin groaned, "I'm gonna soak you and your slutty cocksucking son!!" He pulled out and began to stroke his cock as my mother slid from the bed, her juices still leaking from her pussy and put her lips back around his cock. I joined her and soon we were both using our best cocksucking skills desperately trying to make my friend's dad cum all over us. "Oh yeah, that's it guys, it's coming soon! Oh fuck, two dirty cocksuckers desperate for cum. Well you're gonna get it soon, get it all over your faces, in your hair, on your breasts!! OH FUCK, AAAH I'M CUMMING!!!!" "Come on baby, drink it down!" my mum cried as she took Kevin's dick from her mouth and pointed it at my face just at the moment when he blew his load, shooting cum right across my face. The second load I caught in my mouth, it was so warm and juicy. I'd never had cum this fresh before and it tasted amazing. I allowed him to completely fill my mouth with a couple more spurts before he turned and came across my mum's forehead and into her dark hair. Another shot covered her ample chest, while he came again on my face so a line of cum dribbled down my chin onto my chest. In a few minutes, my mother and I were both alike, sticky hair, faces dripping with warm, salty white cum, drips and bubbles on our lips. We stared into each other's eyes, opened our mouths and showed each other how we each swallowed mouthfuls of white liquid at the same time. It was a magic moment, a rare thing to be shared between mother and son and only interrupted by my sigh as I felt my own dick which I had been stroking spurt out all over the carpet. "Oh well, looks like you're gonna have some cleaning up to do, honey," my mother smiled at me, her lips still sticky and cum dripping from her face, "We're so filthy and so's the room, that's gonna keep my cum loving baby pretty busy for now, isn't it?" And you know what, it did. Cum On My Step-Brother's Face! My mouth went dry. My palms began to sweat. Each creak in the floor board seemed to rip through the entire neighborhood. The fear built so high, that I almost turned back. But then I told myself, "It's cool. You're the only one home." At least it seemed so at the time. I pressed on toward my step-sister's lingerie drawer. Her bedroom lay silent, but it felt like the teddy bear on her neatly made bed was watching me. I turned it face down into her pillow. I couldn't afford to get caught. How do you explain to your parents that you get off on dressing up in your step-sister's bras and panties? Somehow, I get the feeling they just wouldn't understand. And if they do, I don't want to know why. When I finally opened Holly's drawer, I saw that I'd hit the mother lode. She had a wide selection of garments, all lace and silk folded into neat piles. A sheer pouch filled with potpourri and sealed with a pink bow sat in a corner of the drawer, filling the room with a sweet, sexy scent. I stripped naked. A framed picture of Holly sat on the dresser. She was laughing with her arms around two sorority sisters. My step-sister was stunning-- pretty enough to be in Victoria's Secret but sultry enough to be on the cover of Hustler. In the photo, she had on blonde hair with brown streaks draped over her shoulder. Huge tits bulged beneath her pink sweatshirt. With her picture and lingerie spread in front of me, an absurd question popped into my mind: What would Holly want me to wear? I had no reason to believe that Holly would ever go for something like that. But I snatched the fantasy and hung on to it. "What if she did get into it?" I asked myself. I decided that she'd want me in a lacy black bra. It just so happened that she had one on top of the lingerie pile. I pressed the fabric to my nose and inhaled her perfume. She must not have washed it the last time she wore it. The under wire cups dug into my chest as I clasped the bra behind my back and slid the straps onto my shoulders. Leaning over, I checked myself out in a mirror hung above Holly's makeup table. I had a nice set of tits for a guy. When I pulled more flesh into the cups, my breasts looked even bigger. Heck, I almost filled out the bra. Holly had a matching black thong that I pulled on next. I always thought wearing a thong would be uncomfortable, like having a piece of dental floss up your ass. But it wasn't like that at all. The thin strip of fabric settled easily into my crack. It was always there without being bothersome, reminding me of my femininity. Up front, I had a little trouble fitting my cock and balls into the little triangle of sheer fabric. But I managed to get it done. I was determined. Now it was time to dress up the legs. Sitting on the bed, I slid on a pair of thigh-high stockings, careful to make sure the seam went in the back. The garter belt that went with the stockings was a bitch to put on. There is an art to fastening the clasps, especially in the back. I admire anyone who can do it in less than five minutes. When I finally had myself together, I checked the mirror again. Truth be told, I looked ridiculous. It would take a gallon of wax and a team of Swedish surgeons to make me pass for a woman. But I felt sexy. The outfit squeezed, caressed and hugged me in all the right places. Holly's closet door was open. A black cocktail dress was right in front, separated from all the other clothes. Holly had worn it to a Christmas party and had looked amazing. I'd caught her boyfriend that night pulling her into a corner, kissing her hard and reaching under the dress to grab her ass. "Fuck it," I whispered. I yanked the dress off the hangar and slid it over my head. The wide scoop in front left plenty of chests exposed but enough fabric remained to cover the bra straps. It was a short dress. If it weren't for the panties forcing my cock upwards, it might have poked out of the bottom. I sat at Holly's makeup table and made up my face as slutty as possible. Fire red lipstick. Heavy black eyeliner. Dark gray eye shadow. Then I draped a string of pearls around my neck and sprayed myself with perfume. I blew myself a kiss in the mirror. I suddenly wanted very badly to be fucked, to be treated like the whore I'd become. My mind raced: Where could I find a quick lay? Then it hit me. I could have an escort service send over a call girl. But just before I turned around to look for a phone book a voice emerged from across the room, pimp-slapping me back into reality. "Very cute," she said. I recognized the voice immediately. It belonged the worst person possible in this situation. Holly. I turned around. She had her elbow propped up on the door frame and her hips cocked to the side. A smile with an unmistakable message covered her face: "Gotcha!" "Need to borrow a dress?" she asked. I stammered, "I, uh, I guess--" "Save it, fag boy," Holly snapped. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. As much as she'd startled me, I couldn't help but notice how great Holly looked. She wore a pair of low rider jeans and a cut-off T-shirt. Everything from her hips to the area just below her tits was exposed. Holly had a flat, smooth stomach. The nipples poking into her shirt made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I watched her open a desk drawer and pull out a digital camera. "What are you going to do with that?" I asked. "Oh, nothing," Holly said. She snapped off a couple of quick shots. I tried to turn and cover my face but I knew she got me. "Unless you want those posted on MySpace, you'll do what I say," Holly said. She had me. We both knew it. "What do you want?" I asked. "Wash your car? Type your term paper?" "It's not going to be that easy," Holly said. "You're going to debase yourself. You're going to act like the whore you are. You're going to suffer humiliation." I didn't know what the hell she was talking about, so I said, "fine," because I didn't see any other options. "You just sit there and look pretty," Holly said. "I need to make a couple of phone calls." She whipped a phone out of her purse. In the first call, Holly said, "Yeah, hi, it's me. I was just wondering: Is Ted still bi?...Great, give me his number...Never mind, I'll tell you later. Bye." In the next call, she said, "Hey, Ted, it's Holly. You interested in a quick hook-up with me and my step-brother?...Totally serious. He's a cross-dresser." A loud squawk ripped out of the phone. Holly smiled and pulled the phone away from her ear. "Great," she said. "Come on over. Just come up to my room." Holly snapped shut the phone and smiled devilishly. "Now the fun is really going to start," she said. "Let's start with a few poses for my photo album." "What do you mean?" I asked. Holly glowered at me, took two steps toward me and slapped me across the face. "I ask the questions here," she said. "You get on that bed and pose like I'm a Playboy photographer." I got in the doggy-style position on the bed and licked my lips. Holly snapped a shot. "Good," she said. "Gimmie s'more." I rolled onto my back and stuck my legs into the air like a chick begging for cock. The camera flashed. I started getting into it. I leaned over to give the camera some cleavage. Flash. Then I spun around and pulled up my skirt to show some ass. Flash. "Stay right there," Holly said. She rummaged through a drawer and came back with a long, slender, chrome dildo and a tube of lube. She set the lube aside and handed me the dildo. "Wrap your lips around this," Holly said. I did and the camera clicked. Holly then set the camera on the desk and pointed the lens at me. She rushed over and stood in front of me. Holly undid the fly on her jeans and stuck the dildo through the hole, as if she had a hard cock pointed at my mouth. "Suck it, bitch," she said. I put my lips on the dildo just as the camera's timer expired. Flash. "OK, enough of that," Holly said. "Time to get hardcore." She got behind me with the dildo and the lube. Holly turned on the dildo. It hummed lowly, then she cranked it up to a whine. She gently set the dildo on my bung hole, outside the fabric of my thong. Blood rushed to my cock. I didn't think it could get any harder than it already was, but it did. Holly pulled away the dildo and, with one hard yank, ripped apart the thong. She squirted some lube onto two fingertips and rubbed the dollop onto my corn hole. The cool gel made me break out in goose bumps. But that was nothing compared to what came next. Holly set the dildo onto my asshole and just let it whine for about three seconds. Then she shoved it in but just a little. "You like that, you fucking weirdo?" she asked. "Yes," I grunted. "I knew you would, faggot," she said. With that, Holly gave me a full taste of the vibrating dildo. I don't think she shoved it in all the way in, but it was enough to make me grit my teeth and grunt again. Holly started working me -- slow and shallow at first, but steadily going harder and deeper. Each thrust took me into a higher plane of pleasure. Holly and her vibrator were reaching parts of me I didn't know existed. Cum began to leak from cock -- and Holly hadn't even touched it. Without warning, Holly pulled out the vibrator. Breathless, I turned over to see what was wrong. A tall, frat-boy type with brown hair was standing in the doorway. It was Ted. I'd gotten so into my ass-reaming I didn't notice him come in. "She's all ready for you," Holly said. Ted looked at me like a tiger does its prey. Without a single word, he pulled off his shirt and jeans. He had ripped abs and a cock that went at least eight inches. Ted stepped to the edge of the bed and put his semi-hard dick in front of my face. I wrapped my lips around it. My eyes locked onto his as I took his meat pole deep into my mouth. I felt him stiffen inside me. Ted tossed back his head and moaned softly. I was careful to give him nothing but lips and tongue. On each down stroke, I took more of his cock into my throat. He put his hand on the back of my head and made me take it all. The head of his dick poked my tonsils. But I took it astoundingly well. I didn't gag, just relaxed and let him do it. Ted made me suck him faster. He began to shake. I thought, "This is it. He's going to cum." But then Holly screamed, "Fuck him in the ass!" Ted pulled out. I got on all fours with my ass hanging over the edge of the bed. Ted gave me all eight inches at once. I thought the vibrator was nice. But it was nothing like having real human flesh pumping my ass. Ted went hard and deep on every thrust. It was like having a pleasure button far up inside me. And Ted kept hitting it over and over. The tips of his fingers dug into my hips. I'd later find that he left small bruises. But I felt nothing but ecstasy at the time. His thrusts got shorter and harder. Then he suddenly pulled out. "Cum on my step-brother's face!" Holly screamed. The second I flipped over, a torrent of jizz splashed across my face. Holly's camera flashed. Ted let it all out. Cum ran down my cheeks and chin. It felt like he'd dumped a gallon of it on me. I managed to open my eyes long enough to see Holly hand the camera to Ted and kneel next to the bed. She lapped the jizz off my face like a puppy. Holly swallowed Ted's cum and then put her lips on my cock. I immediately burst. It was like the Hoover dam breaking. Holly couldn't take it all. Little streams ran down her cheeks. She held all she could in her mouth and then hovered above me. I opened wide and let her drool my own cum into my mouth. I swallowed it. Holly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked coldly at me. "If you want to keep those pictures off the Internet, you'll let Ted fuck you anytime he wants," she said. "You keep the dress and lingerie. Wear it for him, if he wants. Now get the fuck out." I walked down the hall, feeling more humiliated and used than I ever had in my life. And I couldn't wait for more. Cum on My Tongue I want you to come on my tongue. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (13 min/mp3) * * * * * Cum on Panties Cum on Panties - Our phone sex is always so hot, you egg me on in so many ways. My wife has no idea how much I wear her panties not to mention her lingerie, stockings and dresses. We talk about what I'd wear when we get together as I suck your cock. You always have me send you pictures of me dressed in panties, stockings & high heels, telling me how perfectly stunning my penis looks in silky panties and you tell me what a hottie little sissy bitch I have become. I tell you when I'm lucky and find a perfectly fragrant pair of her worn panties in the laundry hamper and how exciting it is to sniff them as I jack off in another pair of her panties. Then you tell me you want me to jack off onto the panties onto the pussy soiled cotton panel and send you the pictures. Can't ever remember being harder. So there I am in high heels, stockings and white panties with pink trim kneeling on to the edge of the bed my cock in one hand, my wife's fragrant soiled sexy pink silky string bikini panties pressed to my nose with the other. Really it doesn't take long & I feel myself close to cumming. Taking one last long sniff of the other worldly sweet scent of my wife's panties I lay them on the bed, cotton panel up and take aim. Pulling furiously on my cock, silky panties cupping my shaved balls I feel it cumming. A big rope of cum jettisons out half on the panties half all over the sheets of the bed. The next few spurts hit the mark plopping cum all over the soiled cotton panel. Shivering in sexual excitement the last few drops of cum hang from the tip of my cock in a string onto the panties. My oh my what a stunning sight! The soft cotton panel on the pink panties is coated in big shiny gobs of cum. Reaching for the camera I snap photo after photo of my handy work making sure to have my sticky penis in some of the shots. I download and send you the photo shoot and almost immediately my phone rings; you are thanking me and telling me you are taking off work early, you'll be there in 45 minutes. By the time you arrive the gobs of cum have soaked into the panel but the panties are still very damp. Left in place on the bed, I have taken a few liberties to bend down and savor a few sniffs. The aroma of cum intermingled with the scent of pussy is overwhelming. I meet you at the door in my silver strappy high heel sandals, white stockings, pink & white panties and a cute little white demi-bra plus fully decked out in a blond page boy wig, full make-up with hot pink lipstick...pretty fucking gay...you love it! You admire your femme lover fondling my hottie little ass and my hard cock tenting the panties. You have other things on your mind however. "Where are they?" you ask. Leading you up the stairs you enjoy the view looking up at me. We get to the bed but I turn around and block access. "First things first," I tell you as I start to take off your tie. This drives you wild and you grab and kiss me hungrily. Soon your shirt is off, your pants are down & I am on my knees helping you out of your shoes. I reach up for your cock, it is so hard as it as you reach over to the bed and snatch up the treasure, my wife's cum soaked pussy scented pink panties. Your cock is already deep in my mouth as you press the panties to your face and savor the tangy scent of my cum intermingled with the sweet pungent scent of my wife's pussy. As you drink in the intoxicating aroma of the panties your cock may never have been harder as I gnaw greedily on it. You moan and hum softly as my sucking your cock coupled with the nasty scent of the damp pink panties sends you to a nether world. As the damp erotically scented panties release the sex pheromones it reels your senses, your cock involuntarily gyrates in & out of my mouth. In a fit of unselfishness you place the panties to my nose for me to sniff as I suck your cock. Taking them in both hands your cock slips out of my mouth while I greedily sniff the wonderful dampness of the cotton panel reeking pleasantly of my cum and the scent of my wife's pussy. While I continue to sniff the panties your cock is agitated and stabs at my face for a return to my mouth. In an exasperated huff you snatch the panties back and easily work your penis back into my cock hungry mouth. The panties smell so divine and the pleasure I am bestowing on your penis makes you feel a little guilty as it just is such a naughty, indulgent sensation. As I continue to lap lovingly on your cock the scent of the damp cum and pussy scented pink panties is too much. You are intoxicated by their sultry aroma coupled with getting your cock sucked by such a horny little sissy bitch, decked out in his wife's sexy lingerie. You feel it build, you are getting close. Inhaling the scent deep into your nostrils with the warm wetness of my mouth on your penis the dam bursts...you ejaculate many forceful spurts of warm tasty cum into my mouth as I hungrily lap it down. Your cock pulsates cum into my mouth as my own cock drips pre cum in their own pretty silky panties. Your breathing is heavy, ragged. You are dizzy from the sensational pleasure like no other you have ever known. It takes you a little while to come down from this remarkable high and you have trouble collecting your senses, then realizing I am still sucking hungrily on your cock. You pull me up. We kiss again passionately, both exasperated in sensory enjoyment. I take the panties from you and press them to my nose as you chuckle and play with my cock through my panties. "Fuck! That was hot" you tell me as you continue to fondle my penis. "I want to see you cum in them again." We take turns drinking in long sniffs from the fantastic panties. My cock is so hard. You pull my pink & white panties down and fondle my cock with the now barley damp pink panties. That sends me. We kiss again and again as you jack me off with the panties. Then just standing there, my breath becoming agitated signalling the impending event, we watch together as you jack me off with the magic panties. I started to huff & moan. Then in waves of cum my cock ejaculates mess after mess into the panties & all over your hand. Wow! That was hot! It's a half an hour after you've left and my wife won't be home for another 3 hours. I'm still hard. I'm still in high heels, panties, wig and make up. I feel so femme & faggy, like I could suck 5 more cocks today and get fucked up my ass. The now damp again panties smell heavenly, though only a trace of pussy scent remains, predominated by the aroma of my semen. Laying on the bathroom floor I have a lubed vibrator humming in my tight hole and the damp panties draped over my nose as I fuck myself with one hand and jack off with the other. It's so all consuming, I'm such a horny little sissy. I'm infatuated with the scent, the damp cum on the panties smells so good and a few strong traces of pussy scent come wafting through. Yeah, fuck I'm so hard, yeah fuck this feels so good - it takes a little longer but I cum again all over my belly. Naturally I wipe up the cum with the panties, and admire the cum soaked garment. Wifey will be home in less than 45 minutes. I'm hard again. Watching a little porn. My boyfriend loves shemale porn but it's too much for me, too big of fake boobs, not that real or exciting. Guess lady boys & twinks are more my turn on. Yeah twinks...pure exciting homosexual activity. Corbin Fischer & Bel Ami are very hot too... Just one...more...jack off...till...wifey...gets...home...there! Fuck! Yeah, wipe up the cum for perhaps another jack off sniff after she goes to bed. Will have to hide 'em & wash em before she does laundry. The best laid plans... "Honey, we have to talk," she tells me as she walks down the stairs with the laundry basket. "Something is going on and you have to tell me the truth, I mean it. This isn't the first time this has happened" she continues. "What honey?" I meekly reply. "My favorite pink panties were on top in the laundry basket when I went to work. Now they are nowhere to be found. Care to explain this one to me mister" she says sternly with more than a little bitchyness in her voice. "Let me guess. You've been jacking off in them all day while I'm at work. I hope you're not gay"...Bingo! "But, bbbuttt, but honey" is all I can manage as all I can think about is another sniff of those delightful panties. Cum On Robyn When the doorbell chimed, I was naked - except for the shoes. I'd put on a pair of heels, expensive Louboutins I keep for inside wear only, for when I wanted to enhance the feeling of femininity and to make me feel sexy. Putting those shoes on and examining the effect in the mirror always makes me feel good. I adore the way the height of the heels exaggerates the length of my legs. Nudity and those shoes worked their magic when I answered the door. I saw the boys' faces and was thrilled by the hunger I saw. Ignoring their gape-mouthed stares I took a step back. "Come in. Welcome," I said, fighting the urge to touch myself. Then I turned to walk away, moving down the long hall with an extravagant sway to my hips. Get a good look at that boys, I thought, feeling their eyes on my buttocks. I knew my legs and backside looked good, after all I'd worked bloody hard to make sure the muscles were firm and taut, the effort getting more difficult the older I get - So why not give the two young men a chance to appreciate the rear view? When I reached the living room door, I paused and threw a look their way. Seeing them still huddled on the front step, I pouted and said, "You're coming in, aren't you?" The fair-haired one stumbled when he took a step inside, his eyes fixed on me. I grinned at him and said, "Careful. We don't want you doing yourself an injury." When I moved out of sight I heard their mutters: excited jibber-jabber, exclamations of disbelief from the blond, to which Carl replied, "I told you, didn't I." "Come on," I called. "Don't be shy." The encouragement caused urgent whispers and a muffled argument that I took to be them egging one another on. I smiled to myself and settled on the sofa, crossing my legs and reclining, one arm along the top of the upright, laid horizontal with fingers outstretched in an affectation of nonchalance. Truth be told I think I was as nervous as the two at the door mumbling back-and-forth. Anticipation had been building all afternoon, tummy fluttering while my pussy oiled and the hour of the rendezvous approached. Now it was on me. They were here. **** It all started with Keith and his voracious sexual appetite, and although Keith is no longer a boyfriend, his legacy remains. A weekend in London saw us in the Peter Jones store off the King's Road. It was Saturday afternoon, we'd had a drink or two with lunch and I suddenly needed to pee. We found the loos and in I went, not realising Keith was behind me until I was in the cubicle about to close the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, an idiotic question, really. I knew Keith well after a few months with him, well enough to know he was capable of just about anything when he was in the mood, especially after a drink. I was both anxious at him being there and thrilled at what he might do. My tummy fluttered and I felt myself oiling between my legs. "Get out," I hissed, shooing him away with the back of one hand. Keith just smirked at me. "Shut up," he said, nudging his chin at me. "Just get in there." It was an automatic response; I stepped back and Keith entered the stall. "I can't," I said, cheeks burning. "Not with you in here." Keith ignored me. He rolled his eyes and told me not to be so silly. "If you don't want anyone to know I'm in here," he added, unzipping his jeans, "then stop yabbering on." The sight of him all big and hard brought a gasp out of me. He grinned and stroked his length. "Come on," Keith murmured. "Have a piss and suck on this." The two doubles at lunch, Keith's hard cock, and the fact we were in a semi-public place did it for me. I lifted my skirt, yanked my knickers to me knees, and sat down on the ring, fingering my clit while my water tinkled into the bowl, Keith's girth stretching my lips. It was so desperate, so sordid; I couldn't quite believe I was in that cubicle with my boyfriend's erection in my mouth. I rubbed myself, the sensations delicious, one of those times I knew my orgasm would leave me wracked with pleasure, every nerve tingling. The setting must have affected Keith too. He was mumbling nonsense as he alternated between fucking my mouth and working a fist along his length. "Tits," I heard him gurgle. "On your tits ... Come on." It got a little awkward after that because Keith, it seemed, wanted to unload over my breasts. Not a first, he'd done it before, but I wasn't so far gone that I was mindless to the consequences. If I wasn't careful I might end up with jizm all over me, and strolling round London with spunk in my hair wasn't a situation I relished. "Keith," I warned, my hand coming up from between my thighs. "I don't think that's a good idea. You might make a mess and-" "I'll make a fucking mess all over your shirt front," Keith grunted. He jacked at his cock with a crazed look in his eyes. I looked up and saw his face all twisted with lust. His teeth were bared in a silent snarl, jaw clenched. He certainly looked like he was about to let it go, and the threat of his outpouring all over my blouse took my fingers to the buttons. "Shit, ah shit," Keith gasped. "Look at those tits. I fucking love those big beauties." With the explosion imminent I shrugged the blouse down off my shoulders. I wanted it as far away from the eye of Keith's cock as I could get it. I needed it well out of the firing line. With my blouse gaping and halfway down my back I then levered my boobs from my bra, the sight of my breasts triggering another round of muttering about their size and weight and how much Keith loved seeing them. To be honest, by then, with Keith groaning and going on, with him cranking his cock right in front of me, and not forgetting someone could disturb us at any moment, I was getting more than a little agitated myself. Worries about semen catching me across the face or flicking into my hair melted a little. The concern didn't wholly leave me, but my own dark desire to see Keith's spunk flying went some way to dissipating the anxiety. Suddenly I wanted to feel the hot stuff spattering onto my skin. "Go on, Keith," I urged. "Come on my tits." Excitement brought the lewdness out of me as I hefted my breasts in my palms and offered them to him. "Spunk on me. Cover these in jizm." Keith gurgled like a drain unblocking. He gaped down at me, jaw dangling, wide-eyed when the lewd exhortations reached him. "Fuck," mumbled Keith, his throat working. "You dirty mare. You filthy tart." I warmed to my theme, one hand back at my pussy while I reached for him with the other. "Here, let me," I said, fist cranking. It had occurred to me that the best way to limit the collateral damage would be if I took over. That way, when Keith came, at least I had some control over where the muck would land. I had some experience with Keith and the spread of his ejaculate, not to mention the volume, and to see him worked up like this meant there was enormous potential for carnage. "Let me wank it out of you," I added, gasping. I had two fingers inside me by then, two digits curled up so I could rub at a special place in there. I could also flick at my clit with my thumb, the combined actions causing a hitch in my chest as I moaned and grunted, my own climax shimmering on the horizon. "Come on my tits, Keith," I gulped. "Cover them in spunk." It went on for another half-a-minute. I worked at Keith, tugging hard at him while I squirmed against my other hand. If anyone had a need to use the toilet during that time there's no way we could have stopped: the train was coming, its brakes useless. "Ah, fuck," I heard Keith groan. He gasped and grunted, body tensed with effort. "Shit," he muttered, and then the stuff began to fly. I did my best to muffle the vehement bursts, enveloping Keith's cock with my breasts. But I was getting there myself, my own orgasm was on me, and although I managed to check much of the outpouring, I still took a couple of squirts beneath the chin. During the deluge one ricochet spattered against my thigh. But fortunately my skirt was well up around my hips, which meant the stray dollop of goo didn't do any damage and I got away remarkably unscathed. As Keith's climax cooled and the flood eased to an ooze I hit the wall. I let go of him, jizm sliding over my skin as I felt the tsunami wave of delight hit me. I moaned and gasped, fingers corkscrewing inside me, thumb going at the nub of my clit. Slippery skin beneath my palm as I squeezed my breasts kept the pleasure train rolling. Spunk squelched between my hand and my breasts when I massaged the gloop all over, the feel of my own spongy softness and Keith's jizm getting all sticky prolonging my enjoyment. It was a dirty, sordid thing - the two of us in a toilet cubicle, his cum on my flesh while I revelled in the sleaze. It was a depraved thing to do, but something about it lingered in my mind for days afterwards: a grain of sand that would grow into a pearl of obsession. Later on, after I'd wiped at myself with toilet paper and some paper napkins Keith pulled from the dispenser outside the stall, with jizm all sticky and dried on my skin, redolent of cum, the scent of sex wafting up from me in the heat of a packed Tube train, desire to do it again came over me. Unfortunately Keith had to go. The silly man couldn't resist poking his dick into other women, something I might have been involved with if he'd asked, but he did it on the sly and lied to me. So I got rid. That left me with a dilemma at first - I had no boyfriend with whom I could explore a little kinkiness. And then it dawned on me I didn't have to limit my options, so I began to explore my dark urges a little more deeply. **** Some fence panels needed replacing, and imagine my delight when the company I hired sent a fit, good-looking young chap to fix it. I fancied Carl immediately, the sentiment reciprocated - obvious by the glint in his eye and the way he immediately started up with the banter. Carl's eyes widened noticeably when I opened the door to him, and he positively boggled when I sauntered out in a skimpy two-piece, the innuendo thick and fast after that. The cocky type doesn't usually do it for me; I'm not too into the cheeky chappie with all the patter, but my libido was revving and the warm weather has always made my pussy snarl. Add Carl's boy-band looks - short dark hair, gleaming teeth and tight bod - to the mix and I was too hot and squirmy to resist. I laid it on thick and really let him have an eyeful of my curves, the suggestive remarks growing ever bolder as we batted double-entendre back and forth. In the end, with Carl almost frothing at the mouth to be at me, I wound him up tight and told him I was looking for fun with more than one man. He gaped at me, mouth hanging open, visibly stunned by the revelation. He was trembling, hands shaking as he warbled at me that he had a friend... Getting him out of the house took some doing. He really wanted to get at me there and then. The poor lad was desperate for me - and I was tempted to let him have his way - but I wanted to prolong the exquisite agony, knowing the orgasm I eventually enjoyed would be so much better for the wait. "But, Mrs Banks..." Carl mewled when I finally got him aimed at the front door. "You mean it, don't you? You're not winding me up. If I come back tonight with me mate..." He was on the doorstep, wild-eyed and frantic for reassurance I wasn't yanking his chain. "Carl," I managed to reply in a steady voice. "I assure you, I mean it. Come back later with your friend..." I stepped back, lifted the bikini top away from my breasts, enjoyed the boggle-eyed response the action received, and added, "...And you can cover these in spunk." When, following that remark, I slammed the door and rested my back against it I was trembling with excitement and desire. Exposing myself like that was such a thrill. It was akin to the time in the toilet cubicle with Keith, when I had his cock in my mouth, I couldn't quite believe it was me who'd said what I'd said - imagine, me offering myself to a complete stranger! And his unknown friend - a man I'd never even seen! Now they were at the door, two of them. I was naked except for those shoes, lust siping from my pussy, limbs trembling with anticipation despite my attempts at a calm demeanour. I sat and waited, impatient for it to begin. "Carl?" I called out. "Come in. Bring your friend. I'm waiting!" My own desire flared hotter when I saw Carl appear, his throat working as he gulped. "Mrs Banks," the young man gurgled. Carl's friend, a cute one I put at eighteen, maximum, hovered behind, flicking blond hair out of his eyes. My pussy growled at what I'd unleashed. "Come in," I beckoned, hearing the catch in my voice. You dirty old tart, a voice whispered in my head. "Let me see the pair of you." They sidled in, casting glances at me, yearning apparent yet too nervous to do anything too bold. I was well beyond their experience. Even if Carl had been full of it in the garden he was out of his depth now. When they were both in the room and side-by-side in front of me I knew I'd have to take control, be stern with them. "Look at me," I said, uncrossing my legs and swivelling square on to them. "This is what you've come for, isn't it?" I hefted my breasts, knowing the effect their weight in my palms would have. "Oh, fuck," I heard the blond mumble. I seized that response, my insides clenching, lust hot in my veins. "You like these big tits?" I breathed, deliberately crude. I had the satisfaction of hearing him mutter another obscenity when I ducked my chin and hefted one breast, licking the nipple, eyes fixed on his face. "Nude," I said, releasing my boobs so they swung free. "You two. Now!" I clapped my hands twice to reinforce the instruction. They both blinked and just stood there, feet nailed to the carpet, bug-eyed and unmoving. "If you want me to suck your cocks, you better get out of those clothes." I shifted my bottom, shunting to the edge of the settee, legs widening. "Hurry, boys," I murmured. "I'm so fucking horny..." They gulped in unison, Adam's apples' bobbing when I split my labia with a forefinger. "You know why you're here," I added, splaying myself wide. "You wanted this, Carl. You were up for it before. Don't tell me you're all talk." I dipped a finger into my opening, gasping and wincing in emphasis. "I said I'd suck your dick. I said I'd be naked for you." Winking at Carl I then pouted and added, "What is it? Don't you like me without any clothes on? Don't I look good in the nude?" "Mrs Banks," Carl croaked, slowly shaking his head. "You're ... I mean ... I didn't..." His cheeks ballooned as he sighed. "You look fucking gorgeous," the blond interjected. I turned my attention to him. "Then why are you still dressed? I thought you were both coming round so I could suck your cocks." I threw a glance at Carl. "That's what I said. Didn't you believe me?" "Uh-I dunno, Mrs Banks," Carl replied. "I mean, I hoped it was true, but..." He gulped again, blinking, obviously not too sure what the hell he'd been thinking. I stood up and put both fists on my hips. "I thought I made it plain, Carl. I told you what I wanted. Do you think I put that bikini on just to tease you? Did you think I flashed my tits for a laugh? That look on your face when I wandered out and you saw my body... "It got me all hot and bothered flirting with you. I could see you ogling my tits, Carl. Seeing how much I turned you on got me so fucking horny... "Do you know what I did - this afternoon, when you'd gone?" I saw him shake his head, jaw slack, an idiotic look on his face. "No, Mrs Banks," Carl mumbled. Throwing a thumb over my shoulder, I said, "I sat on that settee and rubbed my pussy. I fingered myself and came, thinking about watching you wank. I came and came, Carl, my head full of your cock spitting spunk on my breasts." "Aw, shit," the blond whined at the lie. I hadn't really masturbated, but using profanity got me going, and I could see it worked on them, too. "Carl," he said, "for fuck's sake, mate..." Then he was past his friend, almost shouldering Carl out of the way as he hauled his tee-shirt over his head. "...I'll do it for you, Mrs Banks," said the blond. "Fuck, just look at her, Carl. Look at those tits." I grinned at him, thinking how bloody lovely-looking he was, what a gorgeous surprise, especially when he had his shirt off and I could see the lovely contours of his chest. "Touch them if you like," I said to the blond. "Suck them, feel me. I'll wank your cock and suck it; you can spunk all over me. "But," I added as a reminder, "no fucking." Carl just gawped while the blond toed at the heels of his trainers. "What's up, Carl?" I teased, chin jutting towards his friend. "Shy?" Then I chuckled when I saw the blond's fingers at the button on his jeans. "'Cause he's in a hurry; he isn't shy." Then I gave a little yelp of delight when I saw the hard length of Carl's friend waggle into view. "Oh my," I sighed. "You were right, Carl, he is a big boy." I squirmed a little and stared at that boy's gorgeous cock. It was a superb specimen: thick and veiny with a slight upward curve, the head big and angry. Penetrative sex, for me, is superfluous. I usually get more of a thrill from touching and sucking a big hard cock rather than taking it inside me. Not all the time, sometimes a nice little fuck gets me there, but I'm happier slurping at a hard-on and hearing the man moan. I love it when they go all glazed in the eyes, my fist cranking away while I watch their faces. The power I wield is such a buzz. I can work at an erection, savouring the firmness of it in my hand until the hot stuff flicks out. I love to watch a man masturbate, his fist jacking himself until his toes curl and he groans. I can sit with my fingers curled inside myself or rubbing hard at my clit and watch him come, jizm spurting, his gasps and moans taking me there as well, desire sluicing out of me. And it all got better after the interlude with Keith in that Peter Jones store. The blond was naked, unsure of what to do next as he cast an anxious sideways glance at Carl. "It doesn't look as though Carl's going to be much use," I said, smirking. Then, eyebrows raised I thrust my chin at the long curve of that erection. "So what about you bringing it here so I can touch it?" The young man didn't move, he simply stood where he was and stared at me, prompting me to take the initiative. I walked across to him and curled my fingers around his girth, murmuring, "Oh, now then, that's a thick one." I worked my hand up and down the length of him for a few strokes and took hold of one of his wrists with my free hand. "Touch me," I sighed. "Feel my breasts." He moaned and squeezed gently, his face slack with whatever was going on inside his head. "Don't you just love being naked?" I asked. I kissed the boy's cheek, my hand cranking at him. "Bare skin, nude," I sighed. "Isn't it delicious?" "Mrs Banks..." the blond whined. "It's okay," I replied as I jacked at him with one hand and cupped his heavy testes with the other. "Just let me take care of you. Try to hold it in, but if you can't, if you're going to come, tell me." I kissed his cheek again and then looked at Carl. He'd been so cocky and sure of himself in my garden, so glib with a ready retort, ogling my boobs when he should have been fixing the fence I'd employed him to repair. "What about you, Carl?" I asked. He blinked at me, licking his lips, which must have dried out with his mouth hanging open for so long. "Uh?" I laughed with the pleasure of it: two men in my grip - one literally. Cum On Robyn Pt. 02 Eight out of ten turned up, which wasn't bad. Only two timewasters. I did the sums in my head and came up with £574 - which meant a hundred quid from each of the ones that turned up take off the cost of the room. Even If I deducted the price of the chemise and blonde lowlights, I didn't count the shoes or red nail varnish since I already had those, and advertising was free courtesy of the internet, it wasn't bad for a couple of hours work. Not that it was work, not by any stretch of the imagination; I was going to enjoy myself. I thought about what I was about to do as I drove north. For me it was huge, such a big step. All right, I'd already entertained two men in my living room, feeling their cum splashing over me, but this was a little different and I was nervous as hell, the kind of nervous that had my tummy churning while, at the same time, had my pussy sluicing and my insides clenched with anticipation. Not that I intended to let them fuck me, it was meant to be strictly bukkake, semen all over me, but I got so turned on that things did get a little out of hand. I couldn't help myself. Not when I was kneeling on the carpet with a lovely big cock in my mouth, another two in hand while five more waited their turn, the men attached to the remaining five cranking away and calling out encouragement. "Suck it, Robyn," I heard someone growl. There were other murmurings and comments: Fuck, just look at her... Sexy... What a slut... Beautiful... I wish my missus would suck my dick like that... I slurped at that thick cock and revelled in the attention. In fact, I loved being the focal point for such lewd admiration, adored it so much, I didn't even mind being called a slut. If anything, being called names gave me a perverse thrill - after all, that's exactly how I was behaving. A lone woman all tarted up in a hotel room with eight naked men, my express intention being getting plastered in spunk - what other name fit? **** I'd heard of it before - bukkake - but only had a vague understanding. However, a little research on the internet soon brought me up to speed. The question was, regardless of entertaining a garden contractor by the name of Dave and his good-looking friend, could I summon the courage to take it to the extreme? It took a few days of indecision, with my opinion swinging like a pendulum before I finally registered on an internet adult site and placed an ad: Busty mature for hotel fun. I want you to cum all over me. I included a selfie (no face) and an email address and waited with a high degree of trepidation. Oddly enough, in that interim period, while I waited for the ad to get noticed and replies to come in, I was more worried about getting a zero response than the prospect of meeting complete strangers in a hotel in Peterborough - I chose that city because, as well as being far enough away from my home for anonymity, an easy drive an hour or so up the A1, it's also convenient for punters. It took a day before the first email hit the inbox. And after that, things got busy. With so many replies - 204 - I took the plunge and booked the hotel, choosing a Wednesday for the simple reason I couldn't wait for the next weekend. After that I sent out the date and venue and fee as a blanket email Bcc. In the end I had ten takers, eight of whom showed up, the first at 3 p.m. I'd arrived at the hotel just before two in the afternoon. I parked the car and just sat there, wondering what the hell I was doing. It crossed my mind to bottle it. I could switch back on and drive away. There wouldn't be any comebacks. But in the end I climbed out of the car, grabbed my bag from the boot and then walked into reception on jelly legs. During check-in I was sure the girl behind the counter knew why I was there. I felt so self-conscious, like I had a sign around my neck that read I'm a cum-slut. Cover me in semen - I fucking LOVE it! My face burned and my hand trembled when I signed the docket the girl thrust at me over the counter, and it was a relief to take the key-card and get into the lift. It really hit home when I let myself into the room: in about an hour's time I would be bathed and scented and wearing nothing but shoes, a black chemise with pearl trim, red nail polish and lipstick, and a smile. The smile would be a shaky one at best. With fifteen minutes to go I checked the mirror, and what I saw made my tummy tumble: I looked great, exactly as I'd stated in the advert. My stomach flipped again when the mobile rang. "Oh, shit," I muttered, my hand going to the device, pulling back before I finally steeled myself to answer. "Robyn?" a male voice said. I detected a hint of anxiousness in the man's tone and realised perhaps I wasn't the only one bricking it. I gulped and cleared my throat. "Yes," I replied. "It-uh-it's Baz. I-uh-I sent an email..." It occurred to me I'd better act like I knew what the hell I was doing, although now the moment of truth was upon me I was close to gibbering. "Baz, yes," I replied, going for a silky smooth seductive tone. "You'll want the room number, yes?" A second or two's pause, a blink of an eye during which I envisioned a man in a car down in the car park licking his lips. "Uh-yeah, Robyn ... That'd be great." I gave him the number and said I'd see him soon, and after ringing off dread and excitement mixed in my tummy. I suddenly needed to pee, but before I could go - and before Baz knocked at the door - the phone rang again. By the time I'd told Phil the details and hung up it was too late, Baz was at the door. **** A standard hotel room on an idle Wednesday afternoon: a big bed, a mass produced chair of some functional Swedish design, and an open-fronted wardrobe attached to the wall. Throw in eight naked men of varying ages, physique, and hairline - some sporting tattoos, one with a ring through one nipple - add a big-breasted woman edging past forty and it's going to get messy. At first, with the arrival of Baz, it was awkward. He seemed nice enough - mid-twenties, no Gerard Butler but by no means hideous. And it seemed he was as new to this as I was. I opened the door and he just stood there, eyes on stalks, like he was surprised to see the selfie I'd attached to the advert in the flesh, as though he couldn't believe I was real. Standing at the door in the heels, the hemline of the chemise nowhere near modest, I was suddenly very aware of how it would look if anyone from the same floor happened past. "Baz?" I asked, immediately following with, "For God's sake, come in." He threw a desperate look to his left, back towards the lift, and I wondered if her was about to leg it. "Robyn?" he gulped. "I-uh-I..." Then he swallowed again and repeated my name. "Who else," I hissed, yanking him into the room by his belt. Baz stood by the door looking very worried when I pushed the door closed. And then the phone rang again. Their names are a bit of a muddle after that. Not that it mattered, not really. I had Baz in the room, with Phil on the way. The third one to ring was Dave, easy to remember because he was the one who took the afternoon to the level it reached, or at least he was the catalyst - him and his cock like an elephant's trunk. They say size doesn't matter, and, in my opinion, they're right - to a point. But seeing Dave and his appendage stirred me up inside. I got so I was rubbing my clit and coming while he knelt between my legs and tugged at the thing. I got so worked up that when... Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'll get to Dave later. So, I had Baz and Phil and Dave, three of the boys with me and five more to come, which is in no way intended as a pun. Thank God Dave was an old hand, experienced in group sessions where a lady gets smeared with cum. He rocked in, one big confident smile. I liked him on sight. Dave had charisma, a personality I warmed to, especially since he just sort of took charge and relieved me of the responsibility as host. "Music," he said, pulling a small Bluetooth speaker from a small rucksack. He set up some background sounds via his iPhone and then, after grinning at me and winking at the other two men, produced a bottle of rum and a litre of coke. "No ice," he shrugged, "but at least we've got a fridge to put the coke in. Anyone want a drink?" We all did and Dave did the honours while I answered yet another call. Finally, when it became obvious we weren't going to be joined by the last two, the total standing at eight boys and me, Dave got things going by peeling off his t-shirt. "C'mere, Robyn," he growled, his voice as deep as his chest. I rose from where I'd been perched on the end of the bed, legs crossed and sipping rum. "Undo me jeans," Dave added, smirking. He watched my face as I unbuttoned him and unzipped the flies. Then Dave chuckled when I muttered an obscenity, the sight of his big dick forcing the epithet out of me. "Touch it, Robyn," I heard him murmur. "Go on, girl. Don't be shy." Touch it? I wanted to wank it 'til it spat; I wanted to suck spunk off it. Hell, I wanted him to lie me down, spread my legs and stuff my cunt full of it. "Oh, God," I groaned, the weight of him in my hand. "How about a kiss?" Dave asked. He pushed his fingers into the hair at the back of my head. "Before you get a face full of spunk," he added. I worked at him as we kissed, with the head of that cock halfway along my forearm, excitement making my pussy even wetter. Someone lifted the chemise and breathed a sigh. "Fuck, yeah," I heard. Lips kissed my left buttock, anonymous fingers sliding through my labia. "She's wet as fuck ... It's like she's pissed herself." "Oh," I said in response. I disengaged from Dave and, while the other men in various stages of undressing - except for Baz who was sitting on the chair looking scared - I excused myself. "I do have to pee, actually," I informed the group. With much laughter coming from the others in response, some wag said, "Leave the door open!" So I did. The memory of being in a toilet cubicle with my former boyfriend Keith came back to me and sent a shiver down my spine. It was that event which started me off, set me along the track that led to a hotel room full of horny men. I sat down and deliberately angled my pelvis so my water would tinkle into the bowl, the sound of splashing bringing faces to the door. They crowded one another, shoulder to shoulder and not one of them said a word while I peed, all of them staring open-mouthed when I wiped myself with tissue. "Okay, lads," I said, grinning after washing my hands. I was confident, ready for action, and very horny. "Who can I suck first?" A few moments later I found myself knelt on the carpet, a hard-on in my mouth while I cranked away at two others. From the corner of my eye I noticed that even Baz was naked by then. "Suck it, Robyn," I heard someone growl. There were other murmurings and comments: Fuck, just look at her... Sexy... What a slut... Beautiful... I wish my missus would suck my dick like that... **** Dave Brewster was a man who would lead me towards more adventures. The man's a perv, and out-and-out degenerate, but he's irresistible with it: a big man, barrel-chested with wide shoulders and a tight waist. He's got lovely arms, well-defined, strong, a tribal tattoo creeping like a virus the left one, the complex design spreading across one slab-like pectoral muscle. Dave is cheeky and confident and a charmer with sparkling eyes and a mischievous smile. It was an effort not to focus all my attention solely upon him. I was on my knees surrounded by the eight of them. I'd suck one and wank the two either side of him before shuffling left, continuing around the rough circle until each of them had been in my mouth. It was incredible! What an experience. I was thrilled at my own audacity, and as I moved on to the next man I rubbed my clit, occasionally slipping two fingers into my body so I could really get myself worked up. I'd just gone full circle, my mouth lips about to purse around Baz's cock for the second time when Dave mumbled, "Get on the bed, Robyn. I wanna lick your cunt." Strictly speaking, that wasn't part of the arrangement. It was meant to be my mouth and hands on their cocks; they could wank all they wanted but, in the end, it was all about them coming on me. "Dave," I gasped as he hauled me to my feet by my wrist. "You're not supposed to-" But I shut up when he laid me on my back, pushed my legs open and, after a good long stare at my pussy, got straight to work on it. Any protest I might have put forward evaporated, simply melted away as a rush of delicious sensations swept out from my core. Dave lapped at my clit, a big fat finger sliding inside me to where he curled it round and worked at a very sensitive spot inside. "Ah, shit," I squeaked when the sudden urge to pee came upon me. "If you keep rubbing me..." I gasped. "Dave ... Oh, fuck ... If you keep doing that I'll piss the bed." "Oh, really," he said, grinning at me. He rose up onto his knees, the finger still massaging me inside. "Will you squirt, Robyn? Is that it, darlin'?" Then, to mixed emotions - I was disappointed yet relieved - Dave withdrew the probing digit. "Oh fuck, don't stop," I grunted, lifting myself up onto elbows and forearms. Dave was knelt between my legs, cranking a fist along his length as he stared down at me. "I wanna put it in," he groaned, wincing. "What do you say, Robyn?" Dave waved that big thing at me in emphasis. "How about I fuck you with this?" I wanted to, oh how I wanted him to split me in two with his lovely cock. I was so fucking worked up I think I might have taken them all on, all eight in my pussy. But, thankfully, I found some common sense from somewhere. Ever since I'd let Keith go, my unfaithful former boyfriend, I'd come off any form of contraception. Of course there were the health issues associated with taking Dave's cock bareback, but my primary concern at that moment was him squirting his seed into my fertile body. "No," I managed to mutter. "Dave, you can't, I'm not on the pill..." He grimaced and reared back, stepping off the bed. And the next thing I knew was Phil was urging me to suck his dick while two others crowded in close, their hands jacking their erections. I sucked at Phil's cock, reaching up to hold it steady while I slurped at the dome. Then I twisted my head to the right and did the same to another hard-on that vied for my attention, the man groaning and rolling his eyes when I glanced at his face. Pressure on my knees forced my legs apart, hot breath wafting across my vulva. I left the hard cocks alone for a moment, looking down along my front to see Baz ducking in to suck my clit. "Not so shy now, babe?" I moaned. It went on like that for a few minutes. I'd slurp and suck at whichever erection was handiest while Baz and his quick, surprisingly effective tongue got me close. "I'm going to come, Baz," I muttered, a man in each hand. "Don't stop. Fuck, please, don't fucking stop." I was still writhing and grunting swear words when Baz stood up and Dave knelt on the bed. "How about it now, Robyn?" Dave asked. If I hadn't been coming so hard, if my climax wasn't boiling inside me, I might, just might that is, have declined Dave's offer. But, as it was, I was riding that glorious wave, pleasure coursing through me; and when I saw that big dick sheathed in a condom, I relented. I experienced a sudden and overwhelming desire to feel a man inside me. Succumbing to the inevitable I spread my legs wider, splaying my labia with my fingers as I groaned, "God, yes. Put that big fucker inside me." **** For a while I let myself get carried away. I forgot about Baz and Phil and the others. There was just no room for them in my mind, especially since another part of me was being filled effortlessly. Despite Dave's considerable size I accommodated him easily. I was so wet, so ready and willing that he just slid in, the blunt knob-end parting me as he went in to his balls. I gulped and blinked, my fingers gripping the bulging muscles in Dave's arms, my knees hooked around his forearms. "We're not supposed to fuck," I mewled, gazing up at my new lover. "It wasn't meant to be like this." That cheeky bastard just smirked at me, he even winked. "It is what it is, Robyn," Dave replied. And then I lost it when he began to move. The orgasm I'd experienced on Baz's tongue surged anew, my cunt clenching around the girth of male muscle inside me. I tingled all over, even the roof of my mouth fizzed as Dave thrust and probed, the angle and depth of his penetration altering constantly. I never knew how deep or hard he'd go from one energetic lunge to the next. He had me gasping and moaning and cursing, my muscles tensing while wave after wave of delight washed over me, my climax building on itself, rolling on and on like distant thunder. I was only dimly aware of the other men, intermittently focussing on one tortured face as the man in question cranked at his cock, eyes locked on the scene. At times I was able to concentrate enough to suck or lick at a bulbous cock-head, maybe wanking one while Dave kept pumping away. Finally, with me having no concept of time, no clue as to how long I'd been taking that bludgeon of a penis, Dave grunted and groaned he was about to come. "Fuck, Robyn," the man gasped. "Lift up that negligée; I'm ... I'm gonna come. Fuck," he hissed, eyes wide, face taut, the cords in his neck like steel hawsers. Dave pulled out of me and yanked the condom off his dick. He tugged at himself, all wall-eyed and manic, his free hand hauling the chemise up to expose my breasts. "Jesus fuck!" I heard a man spit when my tits rolled and swung, uncovered for the first time. "Look at those jugs..." "Are you going to do it?" I squeaked. I looked at Dave's hand urgently yanking his length and then glanced at his face all twisted with the effort. Dave's head rolled as he gurgled a strangled, "Yes ... Fuck, Robyn, look out, I'm..." And then he tensed and grunted, his fist moving in quick bursts, jizm flicking out of him to spatter between my breasts. Semen rained down on me, a deluge of goo that glistened on my torso, my breasts liberally smeared with the stuff, a pool of it in my navel. Hands grabbed at me after Dave lurched away, hauling me to a sitting position before someone pulled the chemise over my head. There were comments about my physical appeal, lewd compliments about my generous bosom and how sexy I was. Then, before I really knew what was going on, I was on my hands and knees, with Baz of all people kneeling behind me, his latex-sheathed cock nudging my opening. I had Baz in my pussy and one of the other men in my mouth, both of them fucking into me. While Baz grunted and gasped behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, I slurped and licked the cock in front of my face. It didn't take long for that one to get there. I heard a muttered curse and saw him jacking away, a vehement squirt of spunk catching me on the forehead right between the eyes. I gave a yelp as more of the stuff flicked against my cheek, finally having the presence of mind to purse my lips around the cock-head, semen squirting into my mouth. Without swallowing, with a recollection of one of Keith's porn films coming back to me, in the style of a particular German actress he'd favoured, I held the man's outpouring in my mouth. Then I mixed it up with saliva and, when he'd run dry, held him steady with one hand. I gobbled his cock and let the goo slide down the shaft, lapping it off again on the upward lick. Cum On Robyn Pt. 02 I then turned to the assembly and let spunk cascade over my chin. I knew I had long strands of cum dangling, the threads shivering, blobs of cum plopping onto the bed cover, but I wanted to make this as dirty as possible for the punters. I wanted them to go away satisfied, and perhaps come back again another day so we could do it again. Phil offered me his dick to slurp at while Baz fucked away behind me. I sucked at Phil, wanking at him while using my free hand to rub my clit to get me there again, my fingers and Baz's cock taking me to the brink while my own obscene actions tipped me into the abyss. Baz, after being warned by Dave not to shoot into the condom, somehow maintained the presence of mind to pull out, de-cloak, and then let fly over my back and buttocks. After that I ended up squatting on another penis, fucking up and down while the man beneath me lay flat on his back on the floor. I felt the man's fingers on my buttocks. He splayed me wide to expose my anus, and I entertained a brief - and anxious - notion that someone was going to try to fuck my rectum. Thankfully nobody attempted to stick his dick into my muddy hole, and all that happened was the man beneath me fingered my sphincter for a few seconds, a sensation that wasn't unpleasant. Then I got distracted when Phil, who had been using my mouth again, unloaded what seemed to be a gallon of jizm over my breasts. After that it all went wild. I had cocks in my mouth, in my hands, and in my pussy. Semen squirted everywhere: on my face, over my breasts, more of the stuff flicking into my hair. It dribbled and slid over my skin, the early deposits drying and tightening while I smeared gloop over my tits, rubbing more of it over my tummy, exhorting those men to shower me in spunk. Of course, eventually, with me spattered and utterly debauched, the supply of spunk ran dry. Dave - who else? - managed to coax a second serving, slapping my cheeks with his big dick after coaxing an insignificant ooze from the eye in its domed head, painting one nipple with the stuff sliding out of him while the others slowly dressed and looked on idly. I sat on the bed, a pillow behind me, legs straight out in front, jizm all over me while I sipped rum and Coke and bantered back and forth with the men as they readied themselves to depart. When they had all gone I kicked off the heels and padded to the bathroom, surveying the carnage of wild hair, smeared lipstick and my cum-spattered body in the mirror. I did consider taking a shower, but a dark voice in my head snickered it would be a filthy thing to do if I crawled into bed and snoozed for an hour. That way I could lie there and feel so wicked with all that semen still plastered to me, the scent of it wafting up to remind me of just how wanton I'd been. I'll admit to experiencing a stab of guilt at the poor maid, thinking I could at least strip the bed before I left the scene of the crime. After all, how thrilled would I be if I had to tidy up after someone's spunky pleasure? I drifted off, thrilled and appalled at how I'd let slip and allowed at least five of those men to fuck me. Pregnancy was a niggling concern - unfounded since I came on a week after the event - as was the potential for picking up a nasty STD, or worse, and I had a dim idea to set up some form of health screening if I was going to be doing this again, which I wanted to most definitely. Now I'd gone as far as fucking multiple men I didn't see much point in pretending I had boundaries; I was hooked on the idea of nasty, dirty sex with a number of partners in one sitting. I was getting paid for it, too. I'd crossed so many lines. The mobile woke me an hour later, the dirty phone as I called it, the Tesco throw-away I'd bought specifically for my internet contacts. "Hiya, Robyn?" Dave said when I answered. "Great session," he added enthusiastically. "I hope you're gonna do another ... Mebbe let us take pics and video it?" Thinking about seeing myself sucking and fucking sent a frisson of arousal between my legs. "Anyway," Dave went on. "I was wondering ... Have you ever heard of glory holes?" Cum On Robyn "Aren't you going to get those clothes off? Aren't you going to join in?" Then I heard Carl's friend grunt. "Mrs Banks," he muttered, grimacing. "Are you going to come already?" I gasped. It felt like he might, cock pulsing as it stiffened further. The feel of him growing like that made my insides clench. He really was a lovely example of male vigour. The blond gulped and whined, with his eyes wide as he stared into my face. I turned so I was facing him, both hands on him by then. "You're going to come," I moaned. He pulled away from me, hands going to my wrists. "No," the boy hissed, jaw clenched with effort. "Not yet. I don't want to come so soon." He turned away and staggered towards one of the chairs, dropping into it as he sucked in deep breaths. Then Carl surprised me by stepping close, his jeans at his knees while he jacked his cock. "I wanna stick it in you, Mrs Banks," Carl growled. He came closer, eyes wild and his expression hungry: something feral and dangerous. God, I adored that look. "Oh, no, Carl," I replied, wagging a stern forefinger. "No fucking. I told you I wouldn't do that. I'll wank it if you like. I'll suck you and you can come on my breasts. You can come in my mouth, but there'll be no fucking." "Please, Mrs Banks," the young man mewled. "I want to stick it in." His fist worked away for a few strokes while he stared at me, the heat in his gaze sending a coil of desire twisting in my stomach: Two men at the same time? One in my mouth, one in my pussy...? It was a tempting idea, the wrongness of it so appealing. Desire - dark and forbidden - uncurled, the illicit thrill of being taken at both ends hot and quick between my legs. "No, Carl," I gurgled, throat clotted. "I don't have any protection - I don't suppose you brought anything?" Carl's quick look at his friend told me the answer. "Shit, Mrs Banks," Carl hissed. "I really want to fuck you." His eyes roved all over me, his throat working. "I think you're so fucking sexy." The need in Carl's voice tugged at me. I couldn't help but slip a hand between my thighs. I was rubbing my clit while he continued with, "That bikini barely covered you. I could see your boobs. I ... I..." Carl swallowed, with his voice a croak as he tried to convey his desperation. "I love 'em, your tits. I wanna suck 'em ... I wanna put my dick between 'em, Mrs Banks. Can I? Can I do that?" I chuckled and took my hand from where I'd been fingering my clit, cupping the orbs Carl lusted after while saying, "You want to fuck my tits, Carl?" He nodded, lips wet, eyes glazing. "Yeah, Mrs Banks. I do." I pointed to the sofa. "Sit down. Sit next to him." It hit me then; I didn't even know the blond boy's name. I was keen enough to wank his cock, to suck him and even let him spray jizm on my flesh, but I didn't know his name. Being such a slut sent a ripple of delight through me. Being bad was so fucking good. And then Carl was on the sofa and I was knelt in front of him, chest thrust forward while his pelvis jerked and my tit-flesh enveloped him. It didn't take long, with the blond watching and wanking, his long dick in his fist while Carl fucked at me, pre-cum leaking out of him so each thrust squelched lewdly. Carl moaned and gasped, wall-eyed with the pleasure until he gave a huge grunt, tensed, and then let loose a geyser of spunk, a splash of the stuff spattering loose across my cheek. I took hold of him, leaning back so I could watch the eruption, jizm raining onto my breasts. "Come for me," I squeaked, fist cranking. I locked my gaze on that knob-end, ejaculate flicking from its eye. "Come and come, you lovely man." Then the blond was up on his feet, crouching so he could offer me his erection. "Suck this," growled the young man, fingers in my hair. He pulled me around, forcing me to knee-walk through ninety degrees to confront his erection. "Come on, Mrs Banks," he snarled. "Suck me." He was so big, stretching my lips, the girth of him more than anything I'd had for a long time. It was divine, him there so big and solid, the meat of him filling me. I gagged and coughed, spluttering when I reared back, a hand going up to take control. "Easy," I spluttered. "You'll choke me." Not that I would have minded too much, I like it rough on occasion. He could have throat-fucked me if he'd wanted, really had me gagging and spitting, tears streaming as his meat lodged in my gullet. But he was too inexperienced and lacking in confidence to go that far. I considered inviting the blond back another time - perhaps I could let him loose on my throat until he squirted cum? But then I pushed the idea away, thinking I might have a quiet word if Carl left us alone, both hands busy wanking the length of the boy, his moans coming to me. "See his spunk on my tits?" I moaned, the lewdness coming over me. I wanted to shock the blond; I wanted to watch his face as a litany of filth poured from my mouth. "I love it. I love cum on me." He was moaning and gasping, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. That expression only fired me up and made me worse. I fingered my slippery cunt, rubbing my clit, my orgasm bubbling while I worked that big dick and talked dirty. "Are you going to come on me, too?" Then I slurped at the big dome, eyes locked on the blond's face. "Or are you going to let it go down my throat?" I felt my thighs flexing as I squirmed, hips rising and falling, my own fingers busy. "All over my face," I sighed before taking him between my lips. I cranked at him down low, my hand at his root while he moaned and whined. "Fuck, Mrs Banks," I heard Carl mutter. "Jesus, fuck ... You're too fucking sexy..." When the blond's cock slipped from my mouth, I looked at his friend and snarled, "You just want to fuck my pussy, Carl. You just want my cunt." "Oh, shit," the boy in front of me moaned. "Don't say things like that. I'll ... I'll..." He grimaced and grunted, stomach tensing as his buttocks came up off the sofa, a great rush of ejaculate spitting out of him. That first burst arced high and caught in my hair, another splash hitting my forehead. The next spattered across the bridge of my nose, those three squirts coming so fast I couldn't respond. I managed to take the rest of his outpouring in my mouth, the stuff squirting against my palette, thick salty spunk, with the taste of it triggering my own climax. I came, mumbling and gasping, jizm pouring from my lips to coat the blond boys shaft while I shuddered and jerked. The tremors still had me quivering as I sucked at that cock, blobs of cum clinging to the shaft. Semen slid over my bottom lip and cascaded down my chin while I put on a performance that had both men gaping at me. I kept at it, their murmurs and muttered comments coming to me. When it was over, with spunk dangling from my chin, breasts smeared with muck, I ordered both of them to leave my house. I'd moved on from the idea of entertaining Carl's friend alone; I had other plans by then. "But, Mrs Banks..." Carl protested when I showed him the door for the second time that day. "...Do we have to go? Can't we do some more?" "I'm sure you could manage it, Carl," I breathed, so close to caving in and just allowing them both at me. "But why don't you come around again tomorrow night?" I eyed his friend and grinned, offering the blond a wink. "Bring him, too." Then I paused, ready to close the door as they stepped outside, albeit it with some reluctance on their part. "And if you can find any more of your mates who might want to glaze an old bird's tits ... Bring them along." Cum on the Bus I never get the bus home but today of all days the trains were off and we all had to squash on to tiny little busses all in a rush to get home. It was an odd shaped bus and there wasn't that much space left to sit except the two of the 3 back row seats. I found that very odd that people preferred to stand rather than sit! Well my feet where killing me after a day of walking round in heels so I made a beeline for the back seats and sat down next to the window and that's when it hit me. The smell of the man sitting at the opposite window was so strong, it smelt like he had been drinking enough to get the whole bus and its driver drunk but he looked fine. He turned and caught me looking. I saw that he was a 55+ year old man, unshaven and scruffy grey hair. He was wearing dirty trainers with brown trousers, and what looked like a drink stained dark beige trench coat. He smiled at me, revealing he didn't have any front top teeth, as he looked me up and down. It felt like he was undressing me out of my short black pleated skirt, white chiffon shirt and a tight waist coat, that barely held my huge G cup tits in and that matched my skirt. I gave him a disgusted look and squashed myself further up to the window. The bus started to move off from the station and I could see him out of the corner of my eye start to slide on over towards me. Oh God what is he up to? I could feel my heart beating faster and faster the closer he moved towards me. 'I know you!' He slurred. 'You're that girl from the Solicitors firm that tricked me into that sexual harassment claim.' Oh no, I knew he looked familiar! I thought. That was 8 months ago when I had just started my new job and they had asked me to help them prove that he was sexually harassing his staff. The company needed someone who wouldn't recognise to go in and work under cover in his shop; I had to wear seductive and skimpy outfits to lure him in. 'You see my cock never forgets a pussy it wants to bang and your pussy and tits really did tease me!' 'I don't know what you are talking about. You must be thinking of someone else.' He does one last slide and has me pinned between him and the window. He places his hand on my thigh and gives it a hard squeeze making me gasp out loud. 'No sweet heart I have dreamt about you from the day you walked into my shop. There is no mistaking who you are.' The bus stops at the next station and I move to get up and off the bus away from him, thinking that I will wait for the next bus if I have to. But he pushes me back down and leans towards my ear. 'I don't think so. I think you need to be taught a little lesson. You need to learn what happens to little cock teases like you.' He sticks his tongue in my ear and flicks it in and out a few times. 'Just imagine what that would be like on your sweet wet pussy.' He laughs as he moves away slightly and puts his arm round my shoulder resting his hand on my tit giving it a hard squeeze. I make a whimpering noise and the man in the seat in front turns to look at us. 'It ok this is my little bit on the side. Aren't I a lucky bugger to be able to bang something like that?' They both laugh as the man looks me up and down and then turned back to the way he was facing before. 'Listen you little slut if you try and let anyone know that there is something wrong then I will tell your boss that you have been secretly banging me and telling me all about the little set up 9 months ago!' He placed his free hand on my thigh slowing moving it up to the hem of my skirt. 'You wouldn't dare, and more to the point what makes you think they will believe you?' 'Because I have some rather naughty messages sent from you to a friend of mine that I can say were sent to me! Now lets see what little treat you have for me up here.' He suddenly rams his hand up between my legs and starts rubbing my pussy through the thong that barely covered it. I tried to clamp my legs shut to hide the fact that my pussy was starting to betray me my showing how wet it was getting, but he was too strong for me and somehow managed to wrap his leg around mine so that it opened my legs up even more for him. I felt so exposed with my legs open and his hand rubbing away making me so wet. I really didn't want to enjoy this but my pussy and the moans that started to escape from my lips where telling otherwise. 'Please... please stop.' I whispered. 'Ha-ha somehow I don't think you really want me to, your cunt is getting nice and wet down there which tells me you are one horny little bitch and you are loving this!' He pushed the thong to one side and he shoved two long, thick fingers into my drenched pussy, making me cry out in pleasure. I tried to move, to get away from the pleasure he was making me feel but he held me fast spreading my legs wider for better access, as his fingers had their way with my pussy. His touch sent shivers up my body, making my back arch rigidly and my chest stick out, he squeezed hard at my left tit and at the same time finger fucked me more furiously. His fingers curled up inside of me as he sought out my g-spot. His thumb pressed against my clit. He knew what he was doing. Vigorously he worked his fingers in and out of me, flicked his finger tips against my g-spot and worked his thumb up and down my clit. I could feel it starting to take over my body, my nipples suddenly got very hard and that's when it happened. I started squirting and rocking my hips wildly, and cumming out of control. He pumped my pussy harder and harder as I squirted all over his hand. I felt so completely ashamed of what he had made me do. 'Haha well who would have thought you were a little squirter.' He laughed as he licked his fingers clean. 'I think it's my turn now. I have a rock hard cock that needs seeing to.' I looked over as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge thick 9" cock. I couldn't believe it when I started fondling his cock with my fingertips, while stroking it. I had no desire to please the man in any kind of emotional or physical way, I decided that giving my best efforts would cause him to cum more quickly and reduce the chance of being discovered and getting this ordeal over with. I licked his cock shaft down to his balls while rubbing and twisting my fist in a pumping motion over the head of his cock, and then I moved further down and licked and gently sucked his balls while stretching the sliding motion of my pump-twist on his cock to go all the way from his head to the base of his cock. He was humping my head with his hips and really fucking my face. He kept going till I gagged and he withdrew. He did this six times and then told me to suck and lick his cock again. I tasted the pre cum. Then, while his cock was in my mouth and I was blowing him, I felt that he was about to cum and I could feel when he was getting ready to unload, when I tried to pull away so that he wouldn't cum in my mouth, he put his hand to the back of my head and wouldn't allow me to pull up. He held my head there until he shot his warm, oozy cum in my mouth, down my throat and until I had sucked him clean. The bus came to a halt at the next stop; he zipped his pants back up and stood up to leave. 'I'll see you in the office bright and early so I can bang that pussy of yours.' He said. I sat there and watched as my boss put his false teeth back in and walked off the bus to his waiting chauffeur driven car. Cum On Your Sister's Face! My younger sister, Jane, has a booming body. Her tits hang from her chest like a couple of overfilled milk bags. But she has a tight ass and a waist that puts Dolly Parton to shame. And when Jane flips her wavy blonde hair over her smooth, creamy shoulders, no man can resist her. I have to admit that I wanted to fuck her. As soon as Jane turned 18, I started dropping hints: "Lookin' good, lil' sis'," I'd say. She'd laugh and blow me off. So, I did the next best thing. I became her. I started sneaking into her bedroom and trying on her lingerie. It didn't take me long to graduate to her sundresses and make-up. Before long, I was scouring online chatrooms for guys who would watch me dress up in my sister's clothes and then let me suck their cocks. I asked them to call me Jane. "Oh, Jane," they'd moan, while I was on my knees between their legs. We always had fun. The only thing my lovers wanted was to cum in my mouth. I was happy to oblige. This went on for about a year. I didn't think Jane knew about my invasion of her privacy. But she did, and she told me in her own special way. I was downloading cum-shot videos on the computer in my bedroom one Saturday afternoon when our parents were off on vacation. Jane yelled, "Tommy, can you come here?" I found Jane in her bedroom with her boyfriend, Mike. He was sitting on Jane's neatly made bed with his tattooed arms folded. The sleeves on his black T-shirt barely contained his bulging biceps. But Jane was the one who really caught my attention. She stood with her arms on her hips, wearing nothing but a corset, panties, stockings and six-inch heels. "Mike says I look like a whore," she said with a fake pout. "Do you think I look like a whore?" I froze. I didn't know what to say. Jane and Mike glanced at each other. "It's OK," Mike said. "Admit it: Your sister looks like a whore." I shrugged. "Well," I said. "It's not necessarily a bad thing. I kind of like it." Jane feigned shock, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Well," she said. "I think anyone wearing this outfit would look like a whore, don't you, Mike?" Mike nodded. "Probably so," he said. "And since Tommy has such a strong opinion about it, don't you think he should have to try it on?" Jane asked. "Yup," Mike said with a sideways smile. I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't want to protest, but even if I did, I wouldn't have been able to find the words. Jane backed herself up to the edge of the bed as Mike scooted forward. She tilted her head and held her hair out of the way as Mike unhooked the dozen clasps on the back of the corset. I stood there in disbelief as Jane smiled. When Mike finished, he slid back against the wall. The corset clung to Jane's body only by the shoulder straps. Jane unhooked the garter clasps at the stocking tops and let the corset fall to the pink carpet. I'd never seen her topless. She was beautiful. My shock began to wear off and steadily turned to unbridled lust. Jane fixed me with a stern glare. "Take off my panties," she said. "And eat my ass." I looked over at Mike. He nodded solemnly. His arms were folded and he was rolling his nipples between his fingertips. They'd made it clear that Jane had given me an order. Everything before had been kidding around. No more of that. They never said what would happen if I refused. But it didn't matter. I was down for whatever kind of kinkiness they had in store. And I think they knew it. Jane leaned over and put her hands on the bed. Her face was inches from Mike's face. He unzipped his jeans and started beating his cock. I kneeled behind Jane, close enough to see the light, blonde hair in her ass crack. I hooked my forefingers around the thong by her hips and slowly pulled it down, past her thighs, past her knees, past her ankles. Her skin felt so warm, so smooth against my hand. When the thong arrived at the heels, Jane elegantly lifted one foot at a time so I could free her from the garment. She spread her legs, just beyond the width of her shoulders. I returned my face to the seam between her two, lovely pillows of flesh. With my fingertips, I gently spread open her ass crack, revealing her puckered pleasure button. I leaned in with my tongue out. Jane's French perfume and a pleasant must infiltrated my nostrils. Jane's bunghole flinched when my mouth muscle hit it but quickly eased into my oral caress. My licks became progressively harder and quicker. Jane moaned. When I came up for breath, I saw juices dripping down Jane's thighs. She wouldn't let me go back in. "I'm ready," she gasped. I didn't know for what, but she didn't keep me guessing. Jane flopped on the bed and said, "Strip naked." While I tore off my T-shirt and jeans, Jane slipped off her heels and unrolled her stockings, throwing them on the floor in front of me. "Put on my clothes," Jane said. Even after eating my own sister's ass, I was stunned. "What?" I asked. Mike let go of his dick and pointed at me sternly. "Do it, Fuck Face," he said. "And make sure you put on the panties last. I want to fuck you with the corset on and I'm going to need quick access to your asshole." I started with the stockings, sitting on the edge of the bed and carefully unrolling them up my legs. They came up to my things and made my legs feel like a couple of sausages. Next, I stood up and slid on the corset arm straps and backed up to Jane, who fastened the hooks. Each clasp drew the corset tighter. It was like getting a big hug. The under wire cups dug into my chest like a strong pair of hands. Jane hooked the garter straps to the stockings for me. Completing the outfit, I sat on the bed and slipped my feet into the black, six-inch heels. I stood up, took a few steps and nearly broke my ankle. But I quickly righted myself and faced Mike and Jane with my arms akimbo. "I knew it," Jane said with a smile. "She looks like a whore." Without any trace of humor, Mike said, "So let's treat her like one." "Good idea," Jane said. "But, first, a little make-up." Tits bouncing, Jane dashed across the room and pulled out the stool in front of her vanity mirror. She patted the cushion. I sat down and looked at myself. I had a nice set of tits, for a guy. Jane painted my face in the sluttiest colors she had: cherry-red lipstick, heavy mascara, black eyeliner. When she finished, she sprayed some perfume between my tits. "Now let's go suck Mike's cock," Jane said. He sat eagerly on a corner of the bed with his legs spread. He leaned back slightly, his hands planted on the mattress and his arms propping him up. About eight stiff inches of Grade A wiener awaited us. Jane went first, eagerly diving into Mike's lap. I knelt beside her, outside of Mike's leg, and watched Jane wrap her lips around the head of the meat pole. She slowly slid her head down. About half of his prick disappeared into her mouth before she pulled her head back up. Mike's eyes rolled back into his head. My cock was ready to burst, even though no one had touched it. Jane took more of Mike's cock each time her head went down. The pace picked up. Pretty soon she looked like a Saudi oil well, bobbing up and down for liquid gold. I was amazed. Jane was digging her nose into Mike's pubic hair, swallowing his entire rod, without gagging. She clearly had experience. Mike was breathing hard, like he'd just sprinted a mile. But he gathered himself enough to tap her on the head. Jane backed off. "Your turn," she said to me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I switched places with her. Just inches from my lips was Mike's engorged penis, all flesh and veins pulsating with his heartbeat. A tiny pool of pre-cum filled the spout, a sign of what was to come. I looked up at Mike. He was watching my every movement with his big, green eyes. "Suck it good, baby," he said. I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and put my lips and tongue on his warm flesh. His hand fell onto the back of my head. He guided me gently but sternly all the way to his pubes. I gagged. I couldn't breathe. But he held me down until I got used to it. Air finally flowed into my body, along with the scent of his cologne. When the pressure came off the back of my head, I pulled back, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock. At the moment my lips would've come off his fuckstick, Mike forced me back down. Mike repeatedly jammed himself into me. He pushed harder each time. And he picked up speed. Mike was fucking my face at machine-gun speed, his cock slamming against the back of my throat. I looked up at him. Our eyes met. If he wondered how I felt about all this, he didn't show it. All I saw in those pupils was an animal intensity that told me he was going to do anything he wanted. I knew Mike was about to cum when he grabbed me by the hair with both hands and forced me all the way down his pecker. His body shuddered. Then the nut came gushing. Mike exploded violently in my mouth. The first shot was nearly enough to fill me up. But he pulled his prick out of me as he came, creating more space in my mouth. By the time his prick left my lips, I had a mouth overflowing with salty, warm jizz. I felt a tiny stream trickling down my chin. Jane said nothing. She didn't have to. What she did told me what to do next. Jane lay on the floor next to me and opened her mouth wide. Kneeling over her, I positioned my mouth about six inches over hers and let Mike's jizz trickle off my lower lip. It fell in a steady, slow stream from my hole to hers. Jane accepted every drop hungrily. When the transfer was complete, she sealed her lips and kneeled next to me. Our faces were inches apart. Her eyes were ablaze. She just knelt there, staring at me with her mouth full. I was confused. "What?" I asked. Jane instantly sprayed Mike's cum all over my face. I felt his juices dripping down my face. Jane and Mike burst into laughter. It was so humiliating, yet the most erotic experience of my life. I refused to wipe myself off. My cock was about to burst. "We're not done with you yet," Jane said. "Get on the bed -- all fours with your face to the wall." Mike made room for me. So, there I was, in doggy-style position with dick snot pouring down my cheeks. I couldn't see what was happening behind me and couldn't imagine what was going to happen next. "Mike, take care of those," Jane said. Before I could turn around to look, I felt a burning sensation at my hips. Mike had torn the thong off my ass. Jane was rummaging around in a drawer. She came back to the bed. I heard a squirt and then felt a finger rub a cool gel on my bunghole. Then there was a humming sound. Suddenly, something was going up inside my ass. My initial reaction was to clench my butt muscles. But I slowly loosened up as I realized that Jane was fucking me with a vibrator. She started with slow, shallow strokes and gradually increased the depth and speed. She also dialed up the intensity on the vibrator, which went from a low hum to a high-pitched buzz. A small drop of jizz dripped from my pecker. I was about to bust when Mike said, "OK, that's good. Let me get in there." Jane pulled out the dildo. Seconds later, Mike forced himself into me. Not one for subtlety, he gave me all eight inches at once. I felt a new emotion, one that I didn't know existed until that moment. It was pain and ecstasy all rolled into one great big "Uh!" that popped out of my mouth. Mike pulled out and gave it to me again. I'd fucked guys before, but never like this. Mike did me harder than all of them combined. I didn't count the strokes, but it couldn't have been more than a dozen before he thrust himself all the way inside me and let himself shoot his wad. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to cum. Jane flopped on the bed next to me with her mouth open. "Cum on your sister's face!" Mike yelled. Kneeling next to her, I happily obliged, jizzing harder than I ever had before. The first squirt made a diagonal line from Jane's right cheek to left eyebrow. The next, hit her hair. Her face was covered by the time I shook the last drop onto her lips. "Now clean it up," she said. I laid my body on top of hers and passionately lapped the cum off of my sister's face. I swallowed every drop. Mike was sitting on the bed with his back to the wall when I finished. Jane got up and sat next to him. I stood up and began stripping off Jane's lingerie. "That was fun," Jane said. She tried to give Mike a peck on the cheek. He blocked her with his hand. "No kisses Cum Face," he said. I shook my head with a satisfied smile. "How'd you know I'd be into this?" I asked. "You fucked a friend of ours," Jane said. "He came to this house a few months ago to do you and remembered I lived here. I used to fuck him, so he knew what my lingerie looked like. He even recognized the bra and panties you were, uh, borrowing from me that day. " "Small world," I said. "Very," she said. "Now get the fuck out of here. We got shit to do." I carried my jeans and T-shirt in a ball, as I head out the door. Before I left, Jane stopped me. "But don't worry, we'll do this again," she said. Mike was smiling and nodding.