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Persuaded

By: beau_thwayz



Well, I have no one to blame but myself, I suppose. Love and lust make us all do some pretty strange things, sometimes, but I never thought that I'd be looking forward to...wait! Let me tell you this story from the beginning.

I had wanted Gina for as long as I can remember. She was just so cool, calm & collected. A strong woman, and so aloof at times that it maddened me. I met her when I was doing some odd jobs for her neighbor. I'm a handyman by trade, and Gina happened to be there when I was fixing this lady's little plumbing problem. We kind of hit it off, I thought, but she didn't give me any sign that she wanted anything more than good conversation.

Eventually, of course, I did some work for Gina. Later that summer I spent a lot of time working around her house, and she always seemed to find more for me to do. It was nice to have the work, and even nicer to be around her. We found that we had similar tastes in music and books and movies, and shared some great meals together that she whipped up for lunch while I was working there. Still, I never found that "in" that I was looking for, that little hint of an entryway into her more private self.

Whenever she was around me, she was dressed most casually, as she always had some project of her own going on, like building a bird house or messing with the innumerable animals she had on her property. Yet, through the sweats and t-shirts I could see that she had a really killer body, one that I'd give almost anything to explore. Her swaying breasts and round ass called out to me whether I was with her or not. She was really that deep into my brain. She'd just pop into my thoughts at the oddest times, and I knew I needed to know her better. Much better.

I putzed around her for years, finding myself surprized at my shyness. Usually, I'd make a move on someone early on, and take it from there if she responded. Something about Gina was different, though. I could make one of my outrageous comments, and she'd smile the smallest of smiles and ignore my bold advance as if I hadn't said it, yet not entirely push me away. It was driving me crazy. It wasn't just the physical attraction, although that was most definitely there. She is a bit of a looker. Not a model type, but those never attracted me. She is tall, sort of pear shaped, with a luscious ass I want to sink my teeth (and cock!) into. She's not young, either, around 50, I'd guess, but she looks younger. Her hair is graying, but it used to be blonde, and it looks good on her. There is some sort of attraction to her that goes far beyond the mere physical, though, and I've wanted to explore that for as long as I've known her.

I'd been dropping in on her for short visits a lot, in hopes of finding that turn of phrase or whatever that would so the trick. I felt like some helplessly tongue-tied teenager, and at my age that seemed ridiculous to me, but I couldn't quite figure out how to get through to her.

One time I went over, there was this guy there. He was what we'd have called in high school a "flaming faggot" type. Very outlandish expressions, everything blown out of proportion, he actually giggled a time ot two. His presense surprized me. I'd not have figured Gina to have friends like this guy. He was amusing, though, and I found myself laughing a lot around him. We sat and talked together for about an hour and a half.

The phone rang, and Gina took it into the bedroom to talk, and left me there with Tim.

"You really like her, don't you," Tim asked.

"Well, yeah. What's not to like?"

"She likes to watch, you know," he almost whispered as he grinned suggestively at me.

"Huh?"

"I think she's really hoping that we two hit it off," he said, while looking me up and down.

I was stunned, and I'm sure it showed. I didn't respond, and thankfully, I didn't have to, as Gina returned to the room and returned her cordless phone to its little cradle.

I felt as if I was made of wood as the conversation resumed where it had left off. My mind was racing, trying to keep up as it considered this new piece of information. I had no center, anymore, no point of reference to deal with this.

Finally, Tim rose to leave. He kissed Gina on the cheek, and when I extended my hand, he shook it with his fingers stroking my palm. I am sure I blushed as he took his leave.

"What did you think of Tim, Sam," Gina's eyes bored into mine.

"Nice guy. Kind of weird, but likeable."

"You think so? He's weird?" She looked disappointed in my assessment.

"Not weird, maybe, but I think he's gay."

Gina let out a loud laugh.

"Of course he's gay! Is that so weird?"

"Well, I haven't been around too many people like that, so I suppose I'm the wrong man to ask that question," I was back-pedalling poorly, but I had no clue what to expect after his little announcement.

"Did he come on to you, Sam? Is that what's bothering you?"

I chuckled nervously.

"Well, I felt a bit like prey, the way he kept looking me over."

"Kind of like the way you look at me, you mean?"

I was blushing again as she continued. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

"I see the way you look at me, Sam. I know what you want, for the most part. Do you know what I want?"

Her eyes were again boring into my soul, looking for honesty, so I gave it to her as best I could.

"I have no idea what you want, Gina. That's why I haven't been..." I trailed off, not willing to admit that I hadn't been successful with her.

"Haven't been what, Sam?"

"I guess I'm trying to say that I don't know what you want from a guy, so I don't know how to really get together with you, Gina," I fumbled about for the right words, wanting to express this all so very much better than this. It was out there, though, those words hanging in space, waiting for her response, expecting her rebuff.

She sat very still for a full two minutes. I didn't dare to speak as her eyes never left my own.

"What did Tim say to you, Sam?"

"I shouldn't repeat it. I wouldn't want you to get mad at him if I quoted him wrong or something, or if I misunderstood him."

Gina smiled, leaned back a bit, her eyes rolled to the ceiling.

"You are such a diplomat, Sam! You know damned well that you didn't 'misunderstand' him! C'mon! What did Tim tell you?"

My heart beat a full twenty beats, which seemed like forever, before I answered her.

"He said you like to watch," I blurted out. "He said you wanted us to get together so you could watch us."

Gina looked back into my eyes, still grinning her enigmatic smile.

"And?"

"And what? You wanted to know what he said, and I've just told you. Then you came back and we went on like nothing was said."

"And what did you think about it?" She was clearly smirking, now, still so cool, totally in control.

"I haven't really thought about it. I mean, that sort of thing just isn't on my menu. Is it true? Is that what you want?"

"Yep. I want to see when it happens. I want to watch. That would turn me on, I think, probably more than anything else I've ever done in my life. Is that so wrong?"

I was simply flabbergasted. Here I'd been wanting this woman all to myself for all these years, but what she wanted was to watch me turn into a gay guy or something. A little glimmer of hope was worming its way into my psyche, though, as I thought about it. Could this be something I could really do? And if I did it, would it gain me access into Gina's body, alone, later on? Perhaps I could negotiate a little 3-way with her and another woman if I did this one time.

"Sam, I can see that you're considering it. Why don't you just admit it? It would be so hot!"

I looked to find her actually flushed with excitement. Her nipples were poking out in her t-shirt. Her eyes looked like they were on the verge of tearing up. My eyes were all over her, noticing each and every detail. Suddenly, she appeared vulnerable to me. She'd opened up to me at last, and that meant that there was only one conceivable response, if I were to have her at all.

"What would I have to do?"

She sighed in relief, her hands clasped tight where her legs met. The tension was thick in the air.

"Just do whatever comes naturally. I've always wanted to know how a man pleases a man."

"So, I'd have to be...like...active? You want me to do it with him like I'd do it with you, or something?"

"No. Don't think about it too much. Just try it out and let it go wherever it goes, Sam." She looked deep into my eyes again. "I don't want you to do it if you think you'll freak out or something, but I always thought of you as, well, as a more open-minded sort of man. I think you'd enjoy it, once you got over yourself and really let go, for once."

I lit up a cigarette, and noticed my hands were shaking. This was going to be a huge step for me, but one that I knew I would take, for her, if for no other reason. Images were flashing through my mind like a runaway train, now, and my heart was beating so hard it felt like it would pop through my chest.

"And...you're just going to watch us? You won't join in?"

"Well, that's the way it's always been in my mind. I watch. The two men do whatever they do, and maybe one of them stays, afterward. I don't think I could join in, the first time it happens. I just want to see it."

I laughed nervously again.

"Gee, you don't expect much, do you? Would you do something like this for me, with another woman, the first time we did anything sexually?"

"I have no interest in women, Sam. It just wouldn't work."

"But you think I have a thing for men, huh?"

"No. I don't think you've thought about it. My bringing it up has put it right there in the front of your mind, though, and I don't see you running away. In fact," she paused, looking down at my pants, "I think it turns you on a bit, doesn't it?"

I looked down and found myself horrified to see the erection that I hadn't even acknowledged had grown there. My mind scrambled for something to say, but I was at a loss for words.

Gina simply rose, and strolled to the phone. She dialed, waited, and spoke.

"Tim, could you come back? Sam wants to talk some more, I think."

I sat there on the couch, red as a beet. I felt completely helpless to change the direction of any part of this conversation, this situation. Gina's cool, calm, control had returned, and the vulnerability I'd seen in her eyes was gone, now. In its place was pure lust that I'd never seen there before. I knew then that I would do whatever it takes to fill her need.

She got me a beer, and it was gone almost as soon as it hit my hand, so she got me another one. I was sipping it when Tim returned, grinning obscenely as he entered the room.

Gina had moved to a rocking chair. She was sipping a beer as she watched Tim settle in beside me on the couch.

Tim reached into his pocket, and took out a small package. He opened it carefully, and I could see white crystals in a small plastic bag. He poured the entire contents on the glass-topped coffee table, and started the ritualistic chopping of the cocaine. I sat silently as he prepared it into several lines, my eyes going from his handiwork to Gina and back again. Gina's eyes were glistening as I'd never seen them before, almost like she was in a trance state.

Tim hadn't spoken a word since his return, he just hummed a little tune as he worked. With a flourish, he pulled a little straw out of his pocket. I noticed it was a fast food straw. He unwrapped it, cut it in two with his little razor blade, and handed me a half.

I glanced at Gina. Her eyes were all over the two of us, and I was beginning to feel more like an object than a person. This was a new feeling for me, and I found myself getting into the role of performer. I took the straw, and snorted two long lines up one nostril rather quickly.

Tim took his straw and repeated my actions, then he wiped his finger on the table top, and ran it over his gums. His finger returned to the little rails of dust. He gathered some up, and put his finger in my mouth. My eyes flashed to Gina, and I sucked on his digit slowly, feeling the drug's effects rapidly spreading throughout my body even as the stuff numbed my tongue.

He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste the bitter numbing coke on my tongue as his hands began to roam over my chest. He was tweaking my nipples just like I would have done to Gina. Suddenly, I felt very feminine, and very passive. I leaned back, placing my hands on Tim's shoulders as we continued the kiss. He was squeezing my pecs like they were breasts. My cock was hard as it's ever been, and it felt uncomfortable, the way it tented up my pants. My feet came off the floor, and my legs rose, trying to get my cock to point in a more comfortable direction. His hands went right to my ass, and I froze up for a second as he gripped me very tightly there. My fingers were digging into his shoulders, but my legs stayed right where they were. It was like my body was offering my ass up to Tim without any approval from me. A low moan escaped me before I could rein it in.

Tim broke our kiss, and my eyes went self-consciously back to see Gina staring at us, her eyes wide, her hands gripping the arms of her chair very hard. Then Tim's fingers began brushing across my ass, teasing toward my hole through my jeans. He was kissing and sucking at my neck, now, and I was helpless in his grasp, my breath coming in little gasps as he had his way with my fully clothed form.

"Stand up," he whispered.

"I don't know if I can," I breathed shakilly.

He deftly opened my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock.

"Stand up," he repeated, and this time I complied.

"Take off your shirt," he ordered, and as soon as I had done it, he had me remove the rest of my clothing.

Tim sat back, and I could almost feel his eyes moving over me. He directed me to turn around by twirling his finger, and as I turned, he ordered me to stop.

I was facing Gina, our eyes locked. Tim pushed on my back, and I found myself bending over for him, still keeping eye contact with Gina. I felt Tim's hands roaming over my legs, then they ran up the inside, and he cupped my balls. He reached further forward, and grasped my aching member, and pulled it back between my legs. This forced me to bend even lower, and my eyes left Gina's. I gasped as I felt his tongue, then his lips on my cock. I found myself rocking back and forth like I was getting fucked, as he sucked my cock. My hands went to my knees to steady my position. His mouth left my cock, but he stroked it in his hand while he sucked my left ball into his mouth. I gasped again as I felt his warm breath through his nostrils right on my asshole. I was feeling even more vulnerable with my ball in his mouth, which in turn made me feel even more feminine, for some strange reason. Evidently, femininity equates to vulnerability, in my mind, and as that thought flew through my racing mind, Tim let my ball fall out of his mouth, and he stuck his tongue in my ass.

If he hadn't had a good grip on my cock, I would have fallen over at this point, but he was actually using my cock to pull my ass into his face. I'd never experienced such a warm pleasurable invasion in my entire life. My hands left my knees, and went to spread my ass cheeks, all without a single volatile thought from me. My legs were shaking.

"Go get on the bed. Wait! Take another line first," he suggested. his finger swiped up a line, and he pushed it directly into my asshole. Then his tongue returned, and I felt the warm numbing that both the tongue and the drug brought, as I used my straw to snort up another line.

My legs felt like rubber straws as I climbed into the bed in Gina's room. Tim and Gina soon followed me, Tim holding a towel. He put it on the bedclothes under my knees, and then stood and stripped himself off. Gina sat in an overstuffed chair, spun it around, and continued to watch us, as Tim stepped up to wave his rather large cock in my face.

"Give us a kiss, then," he purred, as he gripped the back of my head and guided me to suck the thing.

The warmth on my tongue, the velvety smoothness, and the power of the flexing muscle, were the first impressions I got as I sucked my first cock. As my tongue danced on the pulsing rod, I searched for a flavor, but the coke had numbed all taste from my mouth. I was thankful for that, in a way, as he began to pump into my face like he was fucking me. The numbing drug did keep me from gagging, and I found myself actively slurping him as deep as I could into the warmth of my mouth. I kept getting these flashes of femininity in my mind, and I suppose that that's the only way I could cope with it all, to be "like a girl." I found my fingers were digging into his asscheeks as I guided him in my mouth.

"Okay, my turn," Tim gasped, pulling his cock out of my lips.

I lurched forward & gave it one last lick, my eyes meeting Gina's again as I smiled at her. Her expression was one of deepest concentration, and I felt like my smile was silly, so I looked away as Tim guided me to lie on my back.

He knelt between my thighs, dipped his head down and sucked my entire length into his mouth and throat. No one had ever done that to me before, and my inhalations were more like sobs as my body shuddered in new pleasure. My hands went to his head. His hands went to my nipples. He pinched them roughly, and I grabbed his hands as I thrust my cock to deeper regions in his mouth. He let go of my nipples, and I frantically rubbed the pain out of them as his hands went everywhere at once, it seemed. Then they zeroed in on my ball sack, and then to my asshole. I glanced to Gina with my hands palming my "tits." Her eyes were on Tim, then they locked onto mine. Her lips curled up into the barest hint of a smile as she ran her hands over her own breasts, echoing my motions. I again felt myself blush, but kept my hands where they were, and watched as her right hand dipped into her sweatpants. Her eyes closed for as moment as I could see her clearly diddling herself, and when they opened again, our gazes remained locked on each other.

Tim's hands slithered behind my knees, and he was raising my legs up high. I knew what he wanted. I didn't want that. I couldn't stop it if I tried. My body began to curl up to give him access wherever he wanted it, and soon his tongue was fucking my hole again. I was breathing like a locomotive, and Gina was obviously enjoying the show as she shuddered in silence, her eyes closing for a split second before returning to the scene before her.

Tim's finger was penetrating me, and that worming tongue was all around my flexing portal. Suddenly, Gina rose, went to a drawer of her nearby desk, and soon she arrived at the bedside to deliver a jar of lubricant to Tim. Her eyes twinkled at me, and I knew I had to do this for her. She wanted it. Not me. This was for Gina. That's where my mind was as Tim smoothed that slippery stuff onto and into me. I felt myself relaxing for it, nay, pushing back onto his questing fingers. How many were in me, I wondered. The numbing coke was starting to wear off, and I was trying to count them, to feel how spread open I was, as I continued my stimulation of my own nipples without even recognizing it.

As Tim placed my ankles on his shoulders, and settled in to a good fucking position, my mind started to panic. This wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind when I'd agreed to all of this. I'd expected to maybe suck his cock, give him a hand job, and get the same in return. I didn't feel ready for an old-fashioned ass fucking in front of the woman I wanted to bed, yet there I was, displayed for her perusal, open, and, yes, eager for it on some level. That spongy cock-head rubbing around my sphincter felt so warm, so soft, so smooth, so good, I couldn't seem to help myself. I looked down to see my hands spread open, my fingers splayed wide, as my palms were rubbing in circles over my nipples. Then Tim pressed his cock in, and it popped through my last line of defense before I could even think of resisting. All of his teasing and playing at my ass just seemed to make it perfectly pliable, open for his desire.


Persuaded



There was no pain as it entered. Only a feeling of opening up, of being filled to the fullest, as my hands squeezed into my pecs. My eyes went back to Gina to see her standing by the bed, staring at my invaded ass, as Tim just kept the prod driving into my depths until he bottomed out with a sigh. Once he was fully embedded in me, Gina looked into my eyes. I reached out my hand, and she took it and gave it a squeeze, before placing it on Tim's shoulder to join my ankle there. I grasped both ankles in my hands and spread myself even wider apart, to feel him enter me as deeply as he could possibly get. The overwhelming physical and emotional sensations of that moment will be forever imprinted on my mind.

I looked Tim in his eye and said, "Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me good!"

He began the old in-out motions, gently at first, but soon was humping into my hungry flesh as hard as he could, at my begging insistance. He let my legs down, and I wrapped them around his waist, my heels kicking his ass to get him to fuck me harder yet, my hands at his shoulders, my eyes locked onto his. I stretched up and kissed him, then. He kept fucking me like this was to be his last act on Earth.

"Let me up! I want it from behind!" I mewled.

Tim laughed when I whined at his withdrawal, and laughed again as I got into position as quickly as I possibly could. I had to have that cock back in my ass, and I'm sure both he and Gina knew it as I begged for its return.

I thrilled to the feel of his sack swinging into mine as he hit home. I was rocking on his long warm thick cock so hard, so fast, that all he needed to do was stand on his knees and let me fuck myself on it. I imagined huge breasts clapping together on my chest as I got so royally fucked. I was back into that feminine frame of mind, it seemed, and loving every second of it. I felt like I could take the entire world up my ass, and it might not be enough. My fingers gripped the sheets in an iron hold as I thrust my ass back again and again. I was tiring myself out, but I couldn't seem to stop, My breath was coming in ragged sobbing gasps. My toes were curling up into tight little fists on my feet. My legs were pumping my bottom back and forth onto that lovely warm throbbing penetration. My heart was beating at an alarming rate. I was begging him not to stop, and sometimes I was just spouting ecstatic jibberish.

All too soon, I felt him grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin. He held me still for a moment, and I could feel his thickness swelling inside me. Then he lay down onto my back, reached under me, and gave my cock a few strokes. I felt the hot pulsing splash of his seed burning inside me even as I felt my own spurting out of me. I howled in need, I pumped my juice onto the towel under me. I rocked back on his softening member, still wanting more, more and even more, as he began to shrink inside me.

The words spat out of my mouth before I could stop them, when his cock shrank & began to slip out of my stretched out fuckhole - "no no no NO!" and I fell onto the bed on my stomach.

The two of them laughed softly at my cries, and I blushed as I looked into Gina's face to see her smile. Then my eyes travelled down to see that she was naked, save for a rather intimidating strapped on dildo jutting out from her loins.

"Looks like you're hooked, Sam," she grinned. "Maybe I can help out a bit?"

As Tim slipped off my still-gasping form, my legs spread wider all by themselves, it seemed, and soon I was again filled to the brim, but this time by the woman who I had wanted to fuck just like this for so long. Gina fucked me good and hard that night, and it was days before I felt ready to try anything like that again. Tim was the watcher, this time, though he took his role much farther than Gina had. His hands and lips were all over me, his words of encouragement prodding me along with Gina's phallus. His presense seemed to give her impetus to fuck me even harder than Tim had. I was a raw worn out rag doll when they finished working me over. Gina and I cuddled while Tim dressed and left us, with her cock still inside of me.

It's been a couple of months since I lost my "gay-ginity," as I tend to think of it. These days I find myself dropping in more frequently than ever before. Yeah, I eventually got to fuck her, too, and it was unbelievably great. I can't get enough of Gina's warm mouth, her hot pussy, those fantastic tits, or that beautiful ass of hers, but whenever Gina gets in the mood to fuck me, well, I have to say that I have never refused her, and I doubt that I ever will.

Gina said she wants to watch again this weekend. She's invited Tim and another guy over, and she says she wants to watch them tag-team me all weekend long. Well, of course, I'm going to go for it. Tomorrow's the big day. I don't really understand what she gets out of watching me get fucked over and over, but if that's what she likes, who am I to refuse her? Besides, I find that I really feel totally fulfilled when I have a big cock or one of her strapped on cocks in my ass. I wonder if she's turned me gay. Nah! I'm too stuck on her to be gay! I really AM looking forward to it all, though, in a very big way.



Persuading Amy



Amy was my best friend in high school. I used to come over to her house all the time to study, talk, play video games, whatever. I was a typical computer geek, tall and skinny with a mop of black hair that never laid flat. Amy had long straight blond hair, blue eyes, about 5'3, with tits that were a little too big for her petite frame. She hid them with baggy turtleneck sweaters so no one noticed, including me, until about sophomore year. I could tell she had a flat tummy and sexy bubble butt, after years of studying her when she wasn't looking and trying to imagine her under those dorky clothes. 

Amy was damn sexy, but she wasn't popular because she was a shy, quiet girl and wasn't into sex, beer, and all the things the other kids talked about. So no one really thought of her as hot. Except me.

By senior year, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have her. I was sick of jacking off to the thought of her naked. But I knew I couldn't scare her off. Amy was the best friend I had, but it was time for her to be more than a friend. I planned carefully. We'd never talked about it, but I was pretty sure Amy wanted to wait to have sex. She wasn't religious or anything, but she just wanted to make sure she was ready and had met the right guy. Well I was the right guy, only she didn't know it yet. One Thursday night I went over around 10pm, so I knew her parents would be asleep. I called her on my cell phone from the front yard. 

"Yeah?"

"Hey, it's me. I'm outside your house. I'm freaking out about that Spanish test tomorrow. I could really use some help."

"Do you know how late it is? This couldn't have occurred to you earlier?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. I thought I had it covered, but then I started freaking out. Please Amy, you wouldn't want me to fail and have that on your conscience now would you?"

She sighed. "OK, but we have to be really quiet. My parents love you but you know they'd flip out if I had a boy over here after they went to bed. They can't know, OK?"

"Absolutely. I promise."

She softly clicked open the lock on the door and opened it for me. We padded quietly to her room, which was unfortunately next door to her parents room. I heard snoring through the door as we passed. We flopped on the bed as usual. In the light of the small bedside lamp, I could she had her books spread around the bed -- she must have been studying already. For a while, she quizzed me on Spanish vocabulary and I answered, messing up occasionally to convince her I needed the practice.

In my head, I was rehearsing what I'd say. I was prepared to lie through my teeth to get inside her, if necessary. She hadn't undressed for bed yet, though her feet were bare. She was wearing a white button down blouse and knee length green plaid cotton skirt. God, I loved it when she wore skirts. Less of a barrier between me and her.

She saw me looking distracted and said "Adam! You said you needed this!"

"Sorry," I said. "I do. It's just that --" I stopped and looked soulfully into her eyes. "I just get so distracted around you. Amy, I have been wanting to tell you for a long time. You're the only girl for me. I'm in love with you." I closed my eyes. God, I sounded like such a pussy. But this had to work. I opened my eyes again to see her staring at me, her eyes starting to tear up. 

"Really?" she asked tremulously. 

"Absolutely!" I slowly leaned over and kissed those perfect plump lips. A few soft, brief kisses on the lips. Then I pulled back. She looked startled, but not mad. Her eyes were a little unfocused. Before she could say anything, I went back and kissed her again, slipping my tongue in a little. I could taste her cherry lip gloss. I was already excited. It was so hard to go slow. After a moment of indecision, she slowly started tonguing me back. 

I knew she'd be hesitant to take off any clothes, so I decided to turn her on as much as I could with her clothes on. I drew my fingertips lightly across her nipples, through the fabric of her shirt and bra. She sucked in her breath suddenly. I flicked my fingers up and down over the nipples, then rubbed them in circles. 

"Adam..."

"It's OK. Shhh. It's not wrong. We're both plenty old enough, we're 18 now, and I love you and would never hurt you. Just relax." She relaxed and I massaged her breasts in each hand. God, she felt good. Just like I imagined. So soft and pliable, yet firm. I couldn't believe I had my hands all over Amy's breasts. If only the guys at school knew what her baggy sweaters hid, how they'd envy me! I intensified the kissing, plunging my tongue in long, deep strokes. She was momentarily distracted, so I gently began unbuttoning her shirt, one button at a time. I don't think she noticed until I pushed the sides of the shirt apart. She pulled back suddenly, clutching her shirt together.

"Adam, we can't do this."

"Why not?"

"It's only our first --" she meant to say date, then realized this wasn't a date, and blushed. "We just started -- we're going too fast!!" 

I tried to put my flash of frustration to the back of my mind. She needed comforting, right? I wrapped my arms around her in a hug, so that our bodies joined from head to hip. She relaxed and hugged back. 

"I would never want you to feel rushed," I murmured in her ear. "I know it's all new, but doesn't it feel good?" She nodded against my ear. "OK, then it can't be wrong, right? It's not like I'm some guy you've never met. We've been best friends since middle school. You know I'm not like those other guys. I'm not just into you for your body. Besides, it's not like we're gonna have sex or anything." I mentally crossed my fingers behind my back. 

She drew back, looking relaxed and comforted. "You're right, I'm being silly. I've just never done this before, you know."

"Well I'm glad. I wouldn't want any other guy to see you. You're so damn beautiful, Amy."

Her eyes never left mine. She leaned back on her pillows, as if in a trance. I guess no guy had ever called her beautiful before. Her shirt fell open to the sides, and for the first time I saw her lacy black bra straining to cover her tits. My cock jumped. Oh, God, I couldn't let her see the raging hard on I was about to get. I leaned over so that I was lightly lying on top of her. I told her how amazing her breasts were, and slowly, gently pushed the black fabric up so that her breasts popped out beneath it. Oh, God. I nearly came right there. They were perfectly round, nice and large, with big pink areolas and nipples pointing straight at me. In the minute it took for me to regain control, a look of fear came in her eyes. 

Before she could object, I leaned in and sucked her nipple into my hot mouth. Her whole body jerked, and she stifled a cry. I sucked and sucked for all I was worth, letting my left hand stroke her thigh lightly. I wanted to rip all her clothes off and pound her right then. But I knew I couldn't. Slow and steady. Her head was thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed, back arched. She was in another world. 

I transferred my mouth to her left breast, and at the same time softly put my hand on her knee, just under the hem of her skirt. Agonizingly slowly, I pushed my hand up her thigh an inch at a time. Her skin was smooth and warm to the touch.

She whispered my name, either in warning or in desire, I couldn't tell and didn't care. By now my hand was cupping the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. 

I crept up a little higher so that my body was positioned between her legs. A few books fell to the floor. She was moaning softly as I gently worried her nipple between my teeth. By now, my cock was painfully hard and felt as big as a bowling ball. I drew back to take her all in. She was lying back on her pillows on the twin size bed, lips puffy from my kisses, white blouse still flung open wide, lacy black bra pushed up, porn star breasts poking out beneath. Her stomach was heaving a little as she gasped for breath, her eyes hazy. Her plaid cotton skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her legs were spread wide on either side of me. Now I could see her sexy flat abs leading into black bikini panties, covering the mound I had fantasized about for so long. There was a little wet spot on the crotch. Oh, Jesus. I felt my cock twitch. The only thing that kept me from coming right that moment was the thought that it would take a while get it up again afterwards and I wasn't willing to wait. I moaned with longing. 

"Baby, I want to see you."

I reached down and gently hooked my thumbs into the sides of her panties, prepared to slide them down. 

"No, Adam! I can't! You said we wouldn't go all the way!" she whispered furiously, clutching my hands tight. 

"We won't," I lied. "I just want to see you. You are so sexy. Please."

She still looked uncertain. Again, I felt frustration rise, and pushed it away. "OK," I said, letting her think she won. She relaxed a little. 

I reached down to her crotch and hooked a finger into the V of her panties, gently pushing them aside. She didn't move. Oh my God. There was the soft light brown hair I'd dreamed about, trimmed neatly short, leading down to a glistening drop of pearly juice at the entrance to her cunt. I wasn't gonna make it much longer. 

It took all my effort to tear my eyes away from that sight and look into her eyes. I told her gorgeous and sexy she was and said I wanted to make her feel good. She nodded imperceptibly. I backed up and lowered my face to her crotch, still holding her panties to the side. I drew my hot tongue along the length of her slit. Her whole body bucked, and she squeaked. I plunged my tongue into her warm, silky wet hole, as deep as it would go, over and over. She started making all sorts of noises, writhing on the bed and struggling to keep her voice down so her parents wouldn't hear. 

After a few minutes, my tongue starting making firm, quick circles around her clit, while my hand reached up and gently tweaked her nipple, and in no time her body seized up and she came powerfully. She collapsed limply on the bed, gasping for breath. This was my chance, while she was recovering. I pushed down my sweatpants so my cock sprang out, ready to go. In the same instant my other hand pushed her panties aside. I positioned myself between her legs again and placed the tip of my cock at her entrance. Bells and whistles and cannon were going off in my head. This was it. I pushed just the head of my cock inside her. She was fiery hot, dripping with silky fluids, and so tight that her walls grabbed my cock and held it. I couldn't take this for long. 

"Adam," she whispered weakly. "You said you wouldn't!" She looked boneless, drained of all energy from her orgasm. Her hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead. I pushed inside a little bit more. Now she sprang into action, sitting up a little, trying to close her thighs, and crying "No!"

"Shhh!" I whispered. "Your parents --" At this opportune moment, with the head of my cock inside her, we heard her parents' door open and someone shuffled to the bathroom across the hall. We froze. I started praying and frantically trying to spell the alphabet backwards to hold myself off. Mercifully, we soon heard the toilet flush and someone shuffled back across the hall. Her parents' door clicked shut and we heard the bed creak as someone got in. 

Before anything else could happen, I seized my chance, covered her mouth with my hand to stifle her cry, and shoved deep inside her. 

Oh god oh god oh god. How to make this moment last? I lay there, gasping with need, letting her become adjusted to me, while the bells and whistles in my head clanged even louder. I was bottomed out inside her, the tip of my cock against her womb. After a moment, I took my hand off her mouth. She started struggling silently, shoving at my chest, kicking her ankles on the bed, and twisting her torso back and forth. Her large breasts were bouncing inches from my face, and the whole effect was incredibly erotic. 

At this point I was beyond pretending, beyond caring what she wanted. With my right hand I swiftly pinned her wrists to the wall above her head, more to minimize distraction than because she was hurting me, and with my left hand I gripped her bottom, fitting her to me more firmly. I pulled almost all the way out and rammed in again, with long, deep strokes, at first trying to go slowly and then abandoning all control and rutting madly, my balls slapping against her bottom. 

Her face was screwed up, eyes tight, and I could tell she was trying not to scream in protest, frustration, and desire. I knew I wasn't hurting her, but she'd still be pissed at me later. With each thrust her tits bounced beautifully. I was pushed into her so deep that her knees were bent back towards her tits. She was so, so hot inside and her pussy was gripping me so tightly. I cupped her ass more firmly, bringing her up to meet me a little as I pounded away. My cock started twitching. Her eyes shot open in alarm.

She hissed at me: "Adam, no, you can't come in me! We don't have any protection! Don't make me pregnant! ADAM!" I ignored her over the roar in my ears. It was too late anyway. On my last thrust I buried myself in her up to the hilt, splitting her wide open, and shot my hot, sticky load right into her cervix. I came in spurt after spurt. I nearly blacked out. I had never come so hard in my life. 

As I slowly came back to earth, I gradually became aware of the world around me again. Amy was crying softly, lying still. I gently took both of her wrists in each of my hands and drew them down to lie at her sides. I was still buried deep inside her. I never wanted to pull out. I allowed myself a brief image of living my whole life with Amy impaled on my cock. 

What could I say? "Amy, I love you," I whispered. "That was wonderful. You are incredibly sexy. I hope you'll forgive me in time. I couldn't help it. You just drive me wild." Each sounded stupider than the last. I slowly, gently extricated myself. I pulled down her skirt and buttoned her blouse back up. She drew up her legs up under her and curled onto her side on the bed, still crying softly. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I left, quietly. 

As I walked home, I felt like I could leap over telephone poles! Before I feel asleep that night, I jerked off to the memory of what had just happened. Whatever it had cost me, it was worth it to have the memory of hot sex with a gorgeous girl. I rolled over and went to sleep with a smile on my face.



Persuading Lucy



"No, no, no" said Lucy. "We might enjoy our thrills in and out of bed but that's our secret."

"Come on Lucy, don't tell me you don't think little Steve's cute," I replied.

"Of course he's cute but he's almost half my age, and probably half my experience too."

Steve was the apprentice I had been given to train. He was trying to become an electrician and the company was paying for his training plus I helped him with practical two days a week. He had driven to collect me the previous morning and when Lucy, my girlfriend of six years, walked in on us with nothing but a flimsy nightdress, his eyes had popped out of his head and I saw him adjusting his jeans when Lucy, completely oblivious to her effect of the teenager, sat down opposite drinking her orange juice with her little panties showing through the fabric.

Seeing a horny 18 year old panting over my 31 year old girlfriend caught me completely unaware and I was instantly hornier than I had ever been. I sat and let her talk, allowing his hormones to go into overdrive while, a little tongue-tied, he watched her. Not until she broke the spell and headed upstairs to shower did I finally get the courage to suggest we both get to work.

Steve was quiet in the van.

"How long have you known Lucy, Dave?" he asked me. 

"Six years," I replied.

"She's very se.....em, pretty," he mumbled.

"She's a horny little bitch," I said.

"In what respect?" he asked.

"She's up for just about anything," I replied, realising I was leading him on.

"Anything?"

"We've done a lot in our six years, I can tell you."

I could see he wanted to ask more personal questions but he mumbled a little and then went quiet again, adjusting that promising lump in his pants.

Steve was very attractive. Even I found him attractive and my hidden bisexual feelings, long covered up since leaving college, were bubbling under the surface. It occurred to me that I might get the opportunity to satisfy two fantasies at once. This 5 feet 9 inch blonde stud didn't have the exaggerated muscles of some young guys, just a well filled body and a six pack to make any guy jealous. Even I, at 32 was getting a little soft in the belly.

"We've even done threesomes," I lied.

"With other women?" he asked.

"No, other guys," I replied. "She loves two cocks at once and if I'm being honest, I love seeing her with another guy. I've even helped a guy put it into her."

I'm sure I could feel my nose growing as I lied my way through this.

"Gosh you're SO lucky. I struggle to get a girl to shag with me, let along someone else."

"Looks like it's got you going," I said nodding to his bulging crotch.

His face reddened.

"I might have a chat with her if you like?"

"Oh I'm not, well maybe....! I've really only done it a couple of times," he stuttered.

"All the better as she loves doing a bit of training."

The subject faded away as we arrived at our job.

So here I was, home at night, trying to persuade Lucy that she would be doing a public service letting little Stevie get his hole (and failing to mention letting me get my hands on a cute cock too).

She just wasn't buying it. I reminded her that we went a long way down the road to thinking of trying a swinger's party just a few months previously and the only reason we hadn't was the thought of it being out of our own control. I worried that I might not be able to enjoy seeing her getting shagged.

She hadn't lost her temper so I went to plan "B" which consisted of a bottle of Rosé Cava, a slow build to shagging and fantasising a little as I did it. Never fails and when I started to tell her he was almost a virgin and his cock seemed bigger than mine, she said she would think about it.

It took another bottle of Cava the following night and another round of shagging and fantasising before she said that if Steve was keen, and she meant really keen, she would try it. She was nervous and I realised it could still all go 'pear-shaped' but my cock was ruling my head. 

Steve was with me again on Friday and I was a little nervous thinking over in my head how to approach the subject. Though his cock obviously fancied it I thought his lack of confidence might get in the way.

"How many girlfriends have you had then Steve? I know at your age I had only had a couple," I lied.

"Three proper ones," he said. "The problem is they never seem to want to give out. They all find me attractive but start talking engagement rings after the first date."

I could see why any girl would want to get her clutches in him. Strangely it's the less attractive little runts like me who get their hole easily. Good for a shag but not sure if they want to spend their life with me.

"I told Lucy you fancied shagging her," I suddenly said.

"Fuck why did you do that?" he said his face turning scarlet.

"To be honest, she's such a horny bitch I need some help from time to time just to keep her satisfied and when you seemed interested I told her."

He went quiet again and when my cell phone rang the subject was changed. I had to get back to subject.

"So what do you think?"

"About what?"

"You know what, shagging Lucy."

"I might be a bit embarrassed with you there and her being experienced. What if I'm not any good?"

"Oh trust me Steve, you'll be good. Surely you've been in changing rooms with mates before?"

"Well yes but not.....stiff!"

"I can assure you if you're going to shag Lucy I'll be stiff too. You might regret this if you refuse. Just think the chance to do exactly what you want with no worries, no hang-ups and no guilty conscience."

"When?"

"Why not come around on Sunday afternoon and we can have a drink or two and see how we all feel. Then there's no pressure."

"Eh, ok then and if I'm nervous we can call it off?"

"Of course you can," I said while thinking, "Over my dead body."

Once my cock is full steam ahead, nothing stops my balls emptying!

Now Lucy!

"Isn't that Rosé Cava just lovely Lucy? It's a vintage one. Only the best for you my sweet."

"It's so kind of you Dave, you know I like the Vintage best of all."

"I've invited Steve over for a drink on Sunday afternoon Lucy. I thought we could all get to know each other."

I was sitting on the couch with my arm around her, the bottle almost empty and another on ice just in case.

"There's more chance of him bottling it than you Lucy. It's possible it may not happen so I thought we would just make it for a drink or two and see how things develop. I saw the way his prick jumped when he saw your panties so I think he might be a little rabbit when he gets going."

"Ok!"

That's all she said. No questions, no doubts, just a quick "ok."

Thankfully Sunday was warm and very pleasant so I could wear shorts and a t-shirt. Lucy looked stunning in a white linen skirt and top. The fabric slightly showed her white bra and panties through the fabric and gave a really sexy promise of what might be underneath. When I saw Steve walking up the street, my heart was pounding. I was going to realise my dream. I had my camera handy in the hope that I might manage some shots of this wonderful event. 

Lucy had been twitchy all morning and only my constant slutty remarks had kept her lubricated with excitement. Well not just remarks, there had been a bit of fingering too!

Steve looked like a clumsy teenage boy as he came in. I tried to sound as normal as possible as I drank in the naturally stunning young man. He looked like a male model but was thankfully a bit rougher around the edges and, standing in a pair of cargo shorts and polo shirt he looked as though he had stepped out of FHM magazine.

Lucy was lying out in the garden and I offered Steve a cold beer which he readily accepted. We made small talk before going out to chat to Lucy, now lying in a tiny white bikini.

"Sexy isn't she Steve," I said.

"Sure is," he said.

"And to think you're going to fuck her soon," I added as Lucy shot me a disapproving look and Steve flushed red. "Let's call a spade a spade," I added, my hormones doing the talking and my cock painfully erect and eager to get going.

It was at the three bottle stage that I suggested we all go inside to the bedroom. Lucy was not leading so when I got her inside I spun her around and kissed her in front of him as he stood awkwardly by the door. I needed to get her partially exposed quickly so I ignored him as I kissed her deeply, fondling her breasts and then unclipping the strap of her bikini which fell exposing her firm pert breasts. The nipples were hard as rocks and pointing almost upwards.

That got his attention and I steered Lucy towards the door, slid sideways and pushed her to him. His hands instinctively went out and around her and after a few awkward seconds, he kissed her. Once they had kissed he and she started to warm up. I could hear him panting as his kisses became more fervent. His hands started to stroke her breasts and then his mouth moved down to kiss her nipples in turn. Lucy's hands fell to the front of Steve's shorts and she unbuckled the belt, pulled the stud and slowly un-popped the buttons on his fly. The shorts fell leaving him in a fashionable pair of multi-coloured Calvin Klein briefs with yellow band and a noticeable erection distorting the front. Lucy's hands covered the lump and my breathing was becoming quite erratic. I managed to take a few discreet pictures silently with no flash and neither of them noticed.

I slipped my own shorts off and then my briefs, pulling off my t-shirt to stand naked, wanking my uncut 7 inch cock as I watched. Lucy's hands were now inside his pants and as she fondled him he pulled off his top. His body was defined with a patch of blonde hair across his chest and a thin spiral heading towards his cock and balls. Shoes were kicked off and I moved forward to slide Lucy's bikini bottoms off from behind her. I ached to see his boyish body naked and against Lucy's. She now slid his briefs off and, as I stood behind Lucy grinding my hard cock against her bottom, I put my hands around to her front and was rewarded with hard teen flesh. His hard cock pointed upward and he pushed against her, both of us sandwiching her between hot cocks.

Lucy knelt and took his cock in her mouth. It was uncut and easily as big as mine but looked much thicker. I was facing him and was sorely tempted to reach across and kiss him on the lips but thought better of it. Instead, I stood alongside him and let Lucy feast on both cocks alternately.

"Stop please," he said, "Or I'm likely to blow my load on your face!"

Much as I wanted to see that, it was much too early to bring this to an abrupt end. Lucy moved to my cock and as Steve watched, she licked and sucked me, from cock tip to balls. When she stood up, Steve took her and kissed her deeply, his hands all over her body caressing her tits and then sliding down between her legs, his fingers sliding into her wet cunt. There was a slurping sound as my very horny Lucy opened her legs slightly to allow him easy access.

He pushed Lucy on to the bed and as she lay with her legs draped over the base, he parted and knelt between them, pushing his face eagerly into her warm slit. I could hear him lapping as his tongue did its work and when he did pull back to ask if she was all right, his mouth was wet with her juices. I climbed on to the bed at Lucy's head and slipped my cock back in her mouth. Lucy was whimpering as he licked away. Sometimes the whimpering rose in tempo as he pushed her towards a climax, then he would stop and she climbed back from the brink, just as he started it all over again. For an amateur he was doing all the right things for her.

After ten or so minutes, he climbed on to the bed in a sixty-nine position with her and again delved between her legs. I saw a possible opportunity for me so I joined Lucy as his cock aimed for her mouth. I started to kiss her just as it arrived between us and as Lucy's tongue dashed out to receive it, I opened my mouth and it slid inside. For the first time since I was a randy teenager, I had a hard cock in my mouth. His pre-cum was dripping and mixed with my saliva as I slid the skin back with my free hand and concentrated on the head. Lucy licked his balls.

The feeling of rigid male flesh sliding the entire length of my mouth was overwhelming and I understood why so many women enjoy giving blow jobs. Steve, who I'm sure had no idea his cock was in a man's mouth, was humping me for all it was worth. His groaning suggested he was heading back to climax when he stopped suddenly.

"Nearly cumming again," he said as he withdrew.

"Fuck her Steve, please!" I said.

Lucy slid on to the bed fully and lay back to wait. Steve took a condom and stretched it over his brick hard weapon. I clicked again and he didn't seem to mind so I started to photograph his preparation to fuck my lovely girlfriend. There was a look of lust in her eyes as she laid back on the bed, her sex wide open and wet and this young stud walking towards her about to fuck her.

Lucy rolled on her side. "Fuck me from behind," she said.

It was always her favourite position. He climbed on the bed behind her, his thick cock looking amazing and purposeful. As he positioned himself I went over and clicked the moment really close up. His cock started its penetration as it slid into Lucy.

"Oh my God that's wonderful, "she said.

Soon he was all the way in, sliding out then back in again. As he was behind her and the 'show' was much better from the front, I knelt down and moved really close smelling the odour of sex as he started to pump into her. I used the opportunity to get close, real close. My nose was an inch from his cock. I stuck my tongue out and touched the side and then pushed it to the entrance of Lucy's cunt, letting it get drawn in as he fucked. I lapped her juices and licked her little nub.

Steve's hands were on her breasts giving him purchase as he screwed her and Lucy's pants became grunts and then she started to climax. My own cock was almost about to spontaneously cum, something that hadn't happened to me since I was a horny teenager. I had to grip the head and hold it allowing my thoughts to drift away from the delightful scene in front of me.

Steve pulled out of her and I quickly slid into his position and entered her. I just had to fuck her while she was wet from his session. Steve moved to the front and I fucked as we sandwiched her and her kissed her on the lips. His cock was between her legs and I kept banging against it as I fucked. To be honest, I could only fuck for about 3 minutes or I was going to cum in her. I had to stop.

"Cum on me Steve," said Lucy.

This was another of her little favourites, having hot cum plaster her. She and I lay alongside each other and she gripped my cock, gently wanking me as Steve stood over us both stroking his cock.

"I'm ready Dave, you had better get out of the way," he said.

Lucy gripped me as we kissed and I forced my lips to hers as Steve's first blast of cum sprayed over both our faces. A second and third followed very quickly and the copious quantity soon poured down and into the cavity between our lips, trickling into our mouths as we kissed. His fourth and final shot hit me fully on the face just as Lucy's adept fingers brought me to my own climax. I felt the cum rocket like a steam train from my balls to the tip and the jet that came out would have put any youngster to shame. The first fired straight over out heads but the next three hit Lucy and I on the neck and face.

"You look well and truly decorated," said Steve.

"That was amazing," said Lucy. "I thought you were a near virgin?"

"I improvise a lot," said Steve.

We sat around, comfortable in each other's company for a couple of hours before Steve had to go.

"Want to do it again?" he asked. 

"You bet," we said in unison.



Persuading PeeJ



As given to PeeJ by Bella.

Prologue

This is Bella’s response to my story, “Bella’s Persuasion”, posted a while ago. You might prefer to read “Bella’s Persuasion” first, but this can be read as a stand-alone story.

A week or two ago, in an alcohol-induced fit of bravura, I showed the original story to Bella, the girl featured in the story. I told her that I had posted it to an erotic story website. She went apoplectic and I thought I had totally blown our friendship. When she eventually calmed down a bit I tried to explain. I pointed out that I hadn’t used her real name so there was no way she could be identified. 

In due course she saw the funny side of it and was quite intrigued that what had happened would have been read by people all over the world. I think she must have something of latent exhibitionism in her, in fact I know she has.

She then said that she was going to write her own version of what occurred and that I was to agree to post it on the same website for her, and that I was not to alter it in any way. I wasn’t entirely happy with this arrangement, but she had something of a steely glint in her eye which finally made me agree, albeit reluctantly. This is her version. (Actually I did edit a bit and correct a couple typos).

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Bella’s Story

It all started when I was nineteen and got a new job and went to work for this company, but that was five years ago, and I’ve changed quite a bit since then.

Pee J was my boss and I ended up working for him for several years. In the end I felt that I was not likely to progress in the position I held so finally I got off my bottom and found myself another and much better job. 

I was always rather fond of Pee J and although we had our disagreements, we actually got on rather well in spite of, or maybe because of, the difference in our ages, he being a heap older than me. 

He helped me out a couple of times with personal difficulties and he always seemed to be prepared to do things for me, even outside work. I also soon caught him looking at me a few times and I eventually realised he probably fancied me a bit. 

I’ve got quite a decent figure and I like think that I have particularly nice boobs, a good shape and size. I am really proud of them, though I’ve never been one to show them off as I really don't care for men ogling, so usually I wear rather loose fitting tops and sweaters. Only rarely do I show any cleavage, maybe away from work to tempt a boyfriend (or his friends) sometimes. 

I have to say, however, that in spite of being mostly so discreet in the office, sometimes I would arch my back and stretch if I thought Pee J was looking, because I was sure it turned him on. I think I must have something of a teasing nature in me. 

He never realised that I knew he was looking, but for me that only added a bit of spice. I didn't do it all that often but just enough to keep him interested. I sort of liked him leching at me – as long as he wasn't too obvious. Over the course of time I also realised that I could easily twist him round my little finger, at least for minor things. Persuading him to fetch me a cup of coffee was never a problem! 

For most of my time while at the firm I had a long-term boyfriend and although it wasn't entirely satisfactory it served its purpose. Whether it was because of this or because of the age difference, or the problems of office relationships, I don't know, but Pee J never hit on me. He might have looked but he never touched. Occasionally part of me wished he would, just once. 

After I left the firm we stayed in touch. He was divorced and didn’t seem to have a permanent girlfriend around, and by this time my own boyfriend had definitely become an ex-boyfriend. In fact, the boyfriend becoming an ex, happened whilst I was still working for Pee J.

My boyfriend of the time had a rundown cottage in Spain which he was doing up and I’d gone out there for a couple of weeks holiday. 

I think I must have mentioned how Pee J had done a couple of things for me, anyway, Tony, my boyfriend, put two and two together and made five. He thought we must be having an affair. The old green eye was really glowing. Once I realised, I made sure I didn’t mention Pee J again, but it was too late, and it became clear it had affected not only my stay there but also my whole relationship with Tony.

Shortly after returning to work I was called into the office of the Human Resources’ manager. He asked if it was true that Pee J had been sexually harassing me. I was stunned. Not only was it untrue but I could not imagine how such an idea had arisen. He then told me that he had received a phone call from my “fiancé” saying that I had complained to him that Pee J was coming on to me.

I was furious and told the HR manager that firstly, I had no fiancé and secondly, no, Pee J was not harassing me sexually or in any other way. That was the final straw giving a not-so-reluctant big E to that creep of a boyfriend! 

It was only a few weeks after that I found myself another job with more responsibility and more money. It also meant that Pee J was no longer my boss and so it put us on a much more equal footing. 

At the time I never mentioned my interview with HR to Pee J, nor that I had split from by boyfriend, but a few days later we went out for a drink. Almost casually he said, “Bella, you didn’t enjoy your holiday much, did you?”

I was quite taken aback that I had made it that obvious. No one else had said anything.

“What happened? Did you and Tony have a row?”

I didn’t answer for quite awhile, trying to decide what I should say. I didn’t want him to be upset by the accusation, nor did I want him to think it was an invitation for him to come onto me. I decided to come clean on the former and risk the latter.

When I told him about HR questioning me about him sexually harassing me, he stared at me bog-eyed and turned puce. I think he must have immediately grasped the implications for him if I’d said it was true. Supposing I had wanted to get back at him for something and said it was true, he’d have lost his job and, without references, probably would have had problems finding another. 

I placated him and looked him in the eye and I could see him visibly melt. He’s such a puppy dog. I decided that next time we went out I would wear a tighter shirt and maybe leave an extra button undone. I felt I owed him that at least, and anyway, by that time, I had made up my mind to leave. In the meantime if he did make a pass I would deal with it in my own way, definitely not through HR. Anyway, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t – after what had happened he would be most unlikely to risk his job, especially as I had told him I was looking for another one. 

Shortly after that I had a new job, money in my pocket, went out with a few guys, nothing long lasting and continued to see Pee J from time to time. I enjoyed those evenings out. He always looked after me, and very rarely let me pay for dinner! 

I‘d developed this habit of playing the innocent with him. In part it was true, but I think I laid it on a bit thick. I wasn’t as inexperienced as I made out. I liked to ask him about all aspects of sex, partly because he was the one guy I could say just about anything to, and partly as I knew it turned him on. 

One time in a restaurant I asked him to describe exactly what he liked when being given a blow job, how should a girl go about it, where were the most sensitive parts, what gave him the biggest thrill and so on.

Another time we were in a restaurant with occupied tables close around us, I asked him about anal sex and made him tell me everything about it. About using lubricants, taking it slowly, making the girl relax, cleanliness after and so on. 

I am sure our neighbours must have heard what we were saying. I think both of us knew it and found it exhilarating, I know I did. I wonder what they thought of the relationship, me in my early twenties, him more than twice my age openly talking about anal sex. 

At first I’d thought he was going to refuse to tell me, but I put on my best soulful face and I could actually see him weaken. He is so easy – I knew I had him in the palm of my hand, and not just for this occasion either! 

All this, in part, was my curiosity. Pee J was the only guy I could really discuss such intimate aspects of sex with, and I also enjoyed the flirtatious part of it. I knew how much he liked and fancied me and I was pretty sure he would never do anything objectionable. 

When we were finished and the waiter paid, I told him I wanted to leave straight away and stood up. I wanted to check out if I was right that he was turned on. As soon as he stood up I sneaked a look at his crotch and sure enough there was that telltale bulge and it was so obvious. I gave him a big smile, but I don’t think he realised it was because I had seen he had a hard-on!



Over the next few months we saw each other every few weeks, and I would tell him in quite a lot of detail about my escapades with whatever guy I was seeing at that time. One way or another they all turned out rather secondraters, so, as far as I was concerned, it was hardly a betrayal. Anyway it wasn’t much more than I might have said to my girlfriends. A bit perhaps, but not much. 

I found that now I was away from the office I was looking at Pee J in a mildly different light. I didn’t want him as my boyfriend or anything, but I did like the idea of testing his experience. I had learnt quite a lot from him and I was eager to learn more if I could. By then I had discovered that there was both love and lust and if the first wasn’t available then the second certainly was! 

Then one day he mentioned that some Spanish dancers were appearing at a theatre local to where he lived, about twenty-five miles from where I did. It was scheduled for a Friday night and he suggested that if I would like to, I could stay over at his place, then we could have a few drinks and not worry about driving. I knew that he meant for me to stay in the guest bedroom. I deemed it very unlikely that he would try anything, he never had done so before when I stayed over.

It began to occur to me that this could be a great opportunity to test his resolve if I gave him an opening, tease him a bit. How would he react? Would he then be able to resist me if I asked him to do something outrageous? I always liked pushing him, getting him to do things for me, and this seemed the ideal opportunity. Flashing my eyes, let alone my tits, was all it ever took.

Friday arrived and when I got to Pee J’s place I put my overnight bag into the guest room and tidied myself. I know Pee J doesn’t care for much in the way of makeup, but he seems to like a little when we go out in the evening. So I took particular care, a touch of bright lipstick, green eye shadow, and even some mascara. Knock him dead tonight, kid, I thought! You never know!

I felt quite wicked when I had on my war paint and thought about my little plan for him later. When I appeared out of the bathroom he seemed to like what he saw, for he raised his eyes approvingly. 

Step one successful! Now for step two.

We had a nice meal with a couple of glasses of wine each, then we went on to the theatre and we each managed to sneak a glass of wine into the auditorium. It is allowed, but not with glass glasses, they have to be plastic, which he hates, but we picked our moment and slipped through when the guy collecting tickets had a rush on. 

The Spanish dancing was great. They have so much energy, it is so vibrant and colourful – a super show. Afterwards we had a quick drink in the pub opposite the theatre and then strolled back to Pee J’s place – he lives only a couple of hundred yards away. His place is a conversion of part of what was once the outhouses of an old inn. It’s quite cute and all on one floor, raised up. It’s not over large but it is comfortable. I always feel relaxed there. 

One thing about Pee J is that he always has plenty of booze, but tonight we didn’t go for the hard stuff we settled for some strong German lager. I’d had quite a bit to drink so I slowed down but Pee J didn’t seem to. That suited me fine as I knew it would deaden his inhibitions.

My plan was to ask him about his masturbation habits. 

It was partly a tease on my part, but I also wanted to push him. See if at his age he would be willing to talk to me about it. I doubted very much if it was a usual subject of conversation among his contemporaries. And, I have to admit, I was also being a bit devious.

What I wanted was to get him to admit to me that he did it, but I also wanted to know how often. I always want to know all the details. I sort of bet myself that he probably sometimes fantasised about me when he did it. I don’t think many guys of his age like admitting to their partners, wives, or other female friends they do it, let alone young, ex-office colleagues, but I reckoned I could get Pee J to tell me. And I knew me asking and him telling would be sure to get him turned on. I also knew that if he was in anyway forthcoming (sorry, slip of the tongue)that not only would it wind up his libido, it would probably get me hot too.

I steered the conversation onto the subject of sexual frustration, and so it was easy to lead it in the direction I wanted.

“Well for you men there is always masturbation.” Maybe he doesn’t know that many women do it just as much. He sort of grunted. 

"Well, all men do it, don't they." 

He only really muttered a reply, “Yeah, I expect so,” which was a bit strange for him. I guessed I had hit a bit of a raw nerve. Maybe he was even embarrassed, though he had never seemed to be before. Ha! Perhaps because we weren’t in a public place. Perhaps he thought it might get personal. That’s what I wanted it to be: personal.

Then I went for the jugular: “Do you do it?” A bit to my surprise he quickly answered that he did. Not that I ever had any doubts. 

“How often?” That took him aback! 

He paused for a moment or two. He said it varied, several times a week, sometimes two or even three times a night! Not bad for an oldie like him! 

When I asked he told me he mainly did it on or in his bed. I wondered if I could sneak a peek at his sheets and see if they were stained. But then if things worked out the way I wanted, I wouldn’t need to.

I think the conversation had got him a bit flustered because he went off to get another couple of drinks.

This gave me a moment or two to decide on the next round. 

When he came back and got settled on the sofa next to me, I half snuggled up to him and pressed a boob into his arm, licked my lips, and said in my most innocent way: 

"Pee J, if I asked you, would you do something for me?"

Predictably he replied that he probably would if he could, but I think he was a bit suspicious. So, undaunted, I pressed a bit closer to him.

"Pee J, would you let me watch you wank yourself off?"

You should have seen his face! His jaw practically bounced off the carpet. He just kept looking at me; he really had no idea where I had been leading him. In fact, for once, he was speechless. 

To give him encouragement this time I nestled into him, virtually grinding my tit into his arm. I intended to make sure he was going to agree. More than that, I intended to make it impossible for him to refuse.

I could feel my heart beat faster and I was not only getting hotter between my thighs, I knew I was getting wet. I’ve heard that some girls can be dry down there, I am just the opposite.

I had, on some occasion, asked him, other than the obvious, where were his most erogenous zones, and he’d answered that his neck, shoulders and back were. Taking advantage of this innocently given information, I buried my face into his neck and gave him a gentle love bite, not enough to leave a hickey but enough to cause him to moan slightly.

Half turned as I was, I needed to rest my hand somewhere and the most convenient place was on his knee, well, thigh really. The heel of my palm was on the top but of course my fingers were on the inside. I actually felt a shudder as I touched him. Oh boy, I knew I was almost there. There would be no turning back now. One thing more and I knew I would have him prepared to lick my boots if I wanted.

I moved my fingers in little circles just a bit higher on his thigh. He made the sound of a quick intake of breath. It was time to make him commit.

“Please, Pee J, you will, won’t you?”

I knew I didn’t really have to ask but once he’d agreed, he’d not be able to back out, but I still wanted something more. I’d watched my ex-boyfriend, Tony, play with himself but never properly jerk off. That was what I wanted from Pee J. All I had to do was to get him to say yes. If I could get him to agree, the rest would be easy – with a little encouragement from me, of course!

"You'll go all the way, won't you? I want to see you cum."

I watched his eyes glaze over and he nodded. I couldn’t wait to see him first stroking, then pumping and then at last squirting!

Taking him by the hand I pulled him to his feet and led him towards his bedroom. I remember saying to him that he’d be comfortable in his bedroom. I couldn’t wait to see him stain those sheets!

He had a bulge in the top of his jeans so I guessed his cock must be pointing upwards. I got him standing with his back to the bed and quickly undid his belt and popped the button. Then, taking the puller on the zip in my fingers, I began to pull it down. Of course, it was impossible to entirely avoid that bump in the top of his jeans. My fingers brushed that hard lump that I knew to be the head of his cock. Another moan. It was the first time I had ever touched him there and it felt so very good. 


Having pulled the zipper down I slipped the jeans over his bum until they were piled round his feet. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his arms and shoulders. He was passively letting me do whatever I liked to him.

So there he now was standing in front of me in just his jockeys. The bulge was very obvious and the outline of his cock showed that it was almost peeping out from under the waistband.

One little push and he fell backwards onto the bed with his legs hanging over the side.

I waited expectantly to see if he would need any more persuasion. He didn’t. He put the flat of his hand over the bulge and pressed it down and then began rotating it. God, he wasn’t the only one who was hot. If I hadn’t been wearing any panties I would have been dripping. 

By now I was getting seriously impatient; I was desperate to see it, see his cock and to watch him wank. I really do love that word. Wank! It sounds so good! Wank! Wank! 

“Get it out and let me see it then,” I think I must have almost yelled at him. If he didn’t hurry I wasn’t sure what I would do to him, but the idea was for me to watch, only to watch. Nothing more.

He was so slow getting his jockeys off it was almost inciting me to rip them off him. But it only took a second for his cock to start to appear. First the head, the tip vivid purple, partly sheathed by foreskin. So he wasn’t a Roundhead, he wasn’t circumcised! Good. I knew from past experience that guys not circumcised seemed to be more sensitive around the head of their cocks, probably because most of the time it’s covered up with the foreskin.

Finally it sprang free bobbing and jerking as he got out of his jockeys. His cock stood up almost vertical. This guy was most definitely hard and I had barely touched him at all. I was feeling so pleased with myself that I had been able to influence him so easily and so completely. 

His hand went to his cock and I expected to see him grasp it round the shaft and start pumping. I knew he was much too far gone to stop now. Instead, using just his first two fingers and his thumb, he seemed to be concentrating stretching the foreskin upwards not pumping much at all. He’d stretch it up and cover the whole of the knob then pull it back so that about half was visible. As he kept this up he began to pull further and further back so more of the head became visible. It was exactly what I was hoping to see – and it was right in front of my eyes.




Persuading PeeJ



I watched fascinated until the little slit-hole in the top pearled with a drop of precum, which, on the next stroke, distributed itself over the whole of the visible part of the head. I wondered how intense the sensations he was feeling were. I became aware my own were beginning to get out of control. I knew that whatever happened, no matter how horny I became, I mustn’t lose control. This was all just a watching brief. That’s all, just to watch. Nothing more.

His hand movement were gathering momentum and now the whole of the head was exposed. His hips began to thrust and for a second I caught his eye, then his eyes seem to almost close. In a hoarse whisper I urged him on. 

I knew he was not far away. “Go on, go on, come for me, let me see you come” I implored.

It was maddeningly erotic for me to just watch and I finally succumbed to my own lust, suddenly totally overpowering and irresistible. 

I just couldn’t hold out any longer and undoing my jeans I plunged my hand inside my panties to the sodden crotch. I wear my jeans tight and it was almost impossible to get my fingers further inside me than first-knuckle-deep in spite of all the lubrication. I desperately wanted to feel something inside me. Instead, I tentatively touched my clit – sending bolts of electric shocks charging through me. 

As I watched him he looked at me and saw what I was doing. The look on his face was one of amazement. Even at this stage I don’t think he had any idea he might see me like this. As my fingers danced on my love button, I think the sight was the final trigger for him as almost at once he let out a guttural cry and from his cock thick white streams of cum spurted upwards and blobbed over his stomach and chest. 

If watching me proved too much for him, so it was the same for me watching him. His climax immediately precipitated my own. Emanating from that miniature bunch of nerve ends it cascaded throughout my whole body, mind and soul, engulfing me totally. Believe me, it was one of my best ever.

I started to return to what passes for consciousness and looked over to Pee J. His breathing was becoming less erratic.

His cum was so gooey it just stayed pretty well where it was on his heaving chest, hardly dribbling down at all. His hand continued pumping slowly for a while with cum oozing all over his fingers.

“That was fantastic,” I told him. 

By now I’d removed my hand from my panties and looking at their silky wetness, a wicked idea came into my mind. I leant towards him. Somehow Pee J seemed to know what I was thinking and taking my hand steered my glistening fingers to his lips where sucked them like there was no tomorrow. He was so avid in his sucking and licking I wondered if he had ever done that to another guy’s cock. I don’t know if it was turning him on again – it certainly was me. I loved it, and going along with the game-play, gently began pumping my fingers in and out of his mouth. 

First my eyes locked with his and I could tell that if I ever had a guy hooked, I definitely had Pee J. He’d become half soft but as I glanced down at his cock, I could actually see it now start to rise again. 

A wave of power swept over me, amazed that I could induce such a response in a guy so much older and I suppose, more experienced than me. At that moment I knew I could do anything I liked with him. What’s more, I had no intention of passing up my chance.

Removing my fingers and still standing by the bed I began undoing the buttons of my blouse. I was determined to milk the situation and undid them one at a time. I was going to make this a real tease as I knew for years he’d be gagging to see my tits, bra or no bra. As for taunting him, I’d once told him I’d had a picture taken of me topless on a beach, and he’d desperately tried to persuade me to show him, but I never would.

When I had all the buttons undone I pulled the remainder of the blouse out of my jeans only allowing him to see a limited amount of cleavage. Then, when I deemed I had wound him up enough, I slid my shoulders back allowing the blouse front to open fully and let it slip off behind me onto the floor.

His eyes were riveted to my tits, his eyes practically popping out. When he unconsciously licked his lips I knew he wasn’t disappointed. I had worn my prettiest bra, sheer white, half cup with lace trim. They were also slightly translucent, but, in any case, my nipples were so hard that they produced noticeable bumps in both cups. I wagered myself that for Pee J this was Christmas, New Year and birthday all rolled into one. God, I was enjoying this attention.

I know I should have left it at that, but somehow I couldn’t stop myself. I unhooked the bra at the back and slid the straps slowly down my arms. Pee J’s eyes were practically out on stalks. He was hardly the first guy to see my boobs but I’d never seen anyone so fixated by them before. If he was like this just looking at them, what would he be like if I let him touch them? 

This was getting out of hand. Sure, I had intended to get him to wank for me if I could, but that was supposed to be all. I’d never intended to let him see me doing it too. Now here I was without a bra, the flies of my jeans open, and thinking of letting him feel my boobs. Just thinking about it, that’s all. I had no intention of letting him actually touch them, did I. Did I?

The very idea produced a distinct throb in my pussy. Yes, actually, at this precise moment, I would very much like him to feel my tits, roll my dark nipples in his fingers, squeeze them, maybe give them a twist and then . . . and then kiss and suck them. The throbs in my pussy were becoming more frequent. I knew I would never be able to ignore them, they had become too urgent, overpowering. 

There was a look of sheer bliss on Pee J’s face. I don’t think I will ever forget that expression. Pure joy. How could anyone be so enamoured with a bit of someone else’s body, I thought. Then, I thought of and looked again at his cock. Then I mused, well, yes, perhaps. It was fully hard again and slightly throbbing, you could see the blood (and sense the desire) pumping through it. The personification of sex. 

I was feeling very pleased with myself and I permitted myself a slight smile, and in spite of his preoccupation with my tits, he lifted his gaze and looked at me.

Having got this far I decided that a bit more fun would not be out of order. Just a little more to see if I could wind him up just that fraction more. Just a bit more, then I’d back off again. I was absolutely not going to give into my lusts. 

I remembered something I had seen in a porno and forgot my resolve. I took hold of his cock and squeezed out the remainder of the cum. There was more than I expected. Great! Enough for both my nipples. I coated each of them liberally.

Then, I leaned over him until a breast was just above his mouth.

“Do you want a taste?” I asked in my most disarming voice. 

Shit! Was he eager! He did the lot, sucked, nipped, pulled, squeezed and lots of prolonged suckling – heavenly! Then his other hand started fondling my other tit. It was when he got to the nipple that I knew I my control was beginning to slip. It was so lewd to think he was sucking up his cum on my teat. 

It was somewhere around this point that I knew I had got to the point of no return. It had definitely gone too far now for me to stop there. The drink and the moment had fractured my inhibitions and I still wanted more. I loosened my jeans and somehow got them to my hips and then over my bottom and finally kicked them off. 

Pee J was staring intently at my thong-covered crotch. It didn’t cover much and was partially see-through anyway, and by the way he was looking, my guess was that my juices had made the crotch wet and by now was probably more or less transparent. Good. All the more to tempt him. He’d just come, but he’d said that he could even do it three times in a night, so now was the time for him to prove he could do it at least twice on the trot.

I looked at his cock. He looked at my crotch and then sure enough I saw the partially flaccid thing twitch slightly. Then a truly beautiful sight, I was watching his cock swell and harden and begin to rise up. I was doing this to him and I wasn’t even touching him. He really must have it bad for me. Now things had gone so far, I had no intention of missing my opportunity. It looked irresistibly inviting. 

I gave him my other boob to suck and I’d never seen such lust in anyone’s eyes. Boy, was I enjoying this. 

I straddled him, knees on either side of his chest. Of course my legs were spread and his eyes hardly diverted from the junction where they both met. I knew he must be able to see my pussy lips through the wet material. At the same time I could feel his cock, hard as a rock now, pressing against my bottom. 

I raised myself off my heels and moving forward slightly took hold of the headboard. I knew that my crotch was just above his face and I was equally sure that he must be breathing in the smell of my sex.

Then, wow, a bolt shot through me. I looked down and he was nuzzling the gusset of my thong. I think it was mostly his nose he was using – he sure must have a lungful of my scent. Then something else, he was using his tongue on me, running it up and down my lips and trying to force his way right into my slit. All that was preventing him from actually penetrating me with his tongue was the micromesh of the thong material.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted that tongue up me and to feel it directly on that little button that was throbbing with raging desire. I no longer cared about anything else, I had to have that tongue on my clit and up inside me. 

Now I also wanted him to see my pussy, to see my cunt. First I wanted him to see, then to taste, then to eat my cunt out. I wanted my cunt eaten instantly. My cunt was all that mattered. Only this would bring me the imperative relief I desperately craved, but I knew it would also drive him wild too, and not just for now. I knew I had him just as hooked as though he had been snorting coke. I was not only overwhelmed by the sex, but also for the power that I knew I now had over him. It was wonderful. I was light-headed with what I realised was true girl-power!

I stood up on the bed, feet on either side of his chest, legs parted and guessed he must be able to see my pussy through my wet panties.

Still holding on to the headboard I lifted a leg and with a some difficulty got one leg out of the thong, then reversing hands I freed myself so now I was entirely naked. Not only naked but blatantly offering my sex to him. I also realised that the signs of my arousal would be equally evident, my wetness, probably forming droplets, and my puffed-up labia and quite possibly my clit peeping out. Knowing that he could see all this just made me even more fiercely turned on. I wondered if he was any good at actually eating pussy, not just the theory. But first I wanted to provoke him a bit more.

"Now let's see if you're just all talk or if you really know how to do it." 

I dropped down on my knees again with my slit poised just over his lips. I lowered myself the final centimetre or two and then his tongue went immediately for my hole. Oh, my god! I looked down and I could see everything he was doing. From long, slow laps at the outside of each of my lips, then along the crack, then tongue fucking me, but never quite touching my clit. Then, finally, just as I thought I would go crazy, the tip of his tongue was circling it. My breathing had started to become erratic and I knew that it wouldn’t take much to demolish any final resistance and send me soaring to that heavenly paradise. A flick across that sensitive button was all that it took and I was gone, gone, gone.

I was barely aware I was mashing my pussy into his face. I was grinding into him. I no longer cared about anything but my own sensations. The scarlet cloud of fireworks that started as ripples of exquisite sensation in my sex rocketed all through me to my fogged brain. I barely realised the voice I heard cry out was mine. 

Gradually everything began to subside and I found myself gently set back on planet earth. I looked down at Pee J and the part of his face that I could see had turned beetroot. I lifted myself off him and he came up gasping for breath. I think I’d nearly suffocated the poor guy. His chest was certainly heaving, whether from excitement or lack of air I was not able to deduce.

Poor Pee J. He’d taken me to heaven and I’d repaid him by nearly killing him. 

Payback. Time to make amends. 

I turned round and laid my face on his thigh, just a few centimetres from his cock. It was pointing up in the direction of his face, just over his tummy. I put my hand on it and stroked it lovingly. The skin was silky smooth but hard underneath. I felt it jerk. I applied firmer pressure and pulled back the foreskin which bunched up round the base of the knob. The knob was that same vivid purple and it glistened slightly: it was wet. It must have been from precum. I wondered what it would taste like. I rubbed my fist up and down his shaft. I snaked out my tongue and touched the wet end. There was only a minimum of taste, maybe slightly fishy, oily. 

I wanted to return the favour he’d just given me. We’d talked about it in such detail I wanted to show him how I could put it into practice. I took him fully into my mouth. Then I swirled my tongue round and round the head. I could hear him groaning so I was pretty sure I was doing something right. I remembered to apply suction and now I began to taste him more. Slightly spicy perhaps. I began bobbing my head up and down and rubbed his shaft up and down with my closed hand. His hips were thrusting hard into my mouth and I speeded up my hand. I could see his balls were tightly drawn up in a hard little sack – Pee J had told me that was a sign of advanced arousal. I heard him start yelling, I think he was saying he was about to come, somehow the words didn’t properly penetrate.

I’d never let anyone come in my mouth before, in fact I’d never given any guy a proper BJ, only a few quick licks and sucks, but this time was different. I wanted to know what it felt like with a guy shooting into my mouth. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, I wanted to feel it flooding my mouth, I wanted to know what it tasted like. I wanted to swallow it. I just wanted it, all of it. 

I didn’t have long to wait. His cock seemed to swell and then pulse, then the first squirt right to the back of my throat, then another and another until it gradually abated. I felt it fill my mouth and I nearly gagged, but somehow managed to swallow most of it. Some I kept in my mouth. 

I let my tongue caress his glans, that’s what he told me the rim round the knob was called, and I felt it begin to soften. We looked at each other and I smiled at him. It had started with me wanting to get my rocks off and to use him as a sort of sex toy, but it had ended up by mutually satisfying each other. 

Before I said anything there was one last lewdness I wanted to perform. I swivelled round and he immediately grabbed my breasts. Having the run of them for the last hour must have been a dream come true for him. I lay half over him and leant over, opened my mouth and showed him my tongue. I wanted him to see that I had not swallowed all of his cum. As soon as he saw what I was showing him I clamped my open mouth over his. He’d given me his seed and now I wanted him to have some of it back whilst I tasted my own juices around his mouth. The kiss was deep, passionate, combining not only our saliva but my juices and his cum.

A perfect blend for both of us, and one which I was certain we would both taste again. 

And we did. 

Finis



Persuading Shy Mom to Pose



It was a normal birthday for me. The weather was wet and horrible, and I came home to an empty house. It was Friday, 5pm, and I knew my Mother would be home in a few minutes. Hopefully with the present I had asked for. A new digital camera. I had gotten interested in photography and cinematography a few months earlier, fascinated with capturing images of beauty in anything and everything.

Unfortunately, my Father was away on business for the whole week, so was going to miss my birthday. So, just me and my Mom alone for the evening. Not that I minded, it meant I could spend time with my new camera.

I was sitting on the couch for about five minutes when I heard the front door open, and my Mother's voice.

'Eeewwwwww, it's horrible out' she said as I heard the door swing shut behind her. 'Dan, are you home?'

'Yeah Mom, I'm in here' I answered.

She strode into the room, wearing her black skirt suit and white blouse, her heels knocking loudly on the wooden floors. She was holding something behind her back, and had a playful look on her face. She leaned over, kissed my cheek and said 'Happy birthday honey' and made a big show of pulling the camera box from behind her back. 'Tah-Dah'.

'Thanks Mom' I said 'It's just what I wanted'. I opened the box quickly and pulled it out. A top of the line digital camera, capable of recording video also. 

'So you like it?' She asked.

'It's perfect' I responded as I pulled it out and began to set it up to charge the battery. 'I can't wait to start playing with it. So, what's for dinner?'

We ordered pizza and had a nice chat while eating and unwinding. All the while my Mom was drinking her customary Friday night wine. When we were finished we returned to the living room, and I excitedly turned on the camera.

'This is so cool Mom' I said. 'Now all I need is some practice. Hey, you wanna be my first model?' I asked with a laugh as I clicked a pic of her sitting on the couch. 

Now let me describe my Mother. She is a normal Mom, with a very good job in the financial sector. Hence the business suits. She stands about 5'5 and has what would be called a nice figure, especially for a lady in her 40's. She has straight dark brown hair, cut to her shoulders, and also has deep brown eyes, in a pretty face with very full lips. She has a nice chest, with what I guess are D cups and her legs are slim and athletic from all the walking she does. She also wears nice black framed classes to finish her professional look. The picture I had just taken was of her right hand side as the sat, legs crossed, on the couch. The skirt just above her knees. When I saw the pic, I was amazed that she looked so hot. I had never considered her sexy. 

'Wow Mom, this picture is nice' I said as I showed it to her. 

She smiled and then giggled. 'You think so?'

'Hell yes' I answered. 'Hey, since we are bored and alone, let's get a few more pictures of you'

'Pictures of me?' She asked.

'Yeah, why not Mom. Stand up there and face the camera for a picture... please?'

'OH OK' she said, as she put her wine down and stood to face me. 'Now what?' She asked, with a little smile.

'Well, can you put your hands on your hips and smile for the camera?' I watched her through the camera as she smiled at first and the giggled a bit. I joined her in the giggles, but snapped a few pics too. 'That is nice Mom... can you slowly turn around now, keeping your hands on your hips and look back over your shoulder at the camera... keeping the pretty smile?'

My Mother did as I asked, slowly turning as I took pictures. When her back was to me, I was treated to a view of her very shapely arse in her black skirt and I could make out the straps of her white bra through her blouse. I distinctly remember this moment because, this is when I decided that I wanted to see her pose sexy for me. I wanted to see her sexy mature body, and to see how far I could persuade her to go. 

'How's that?' She asked while looking back at me.

'Perfect Mom. You look amazing there. Seriously, I think I could get some really great pictures of you now with this new camera.'

'Really??... Like what?'

'Well.. ehhhh, can you put your hands on the couch, bending at the waist and look back at the camera again??' I asked 'That would look awesome Mom....please?'

'Bent over??' She replied, slightly surprised.

'Yeah, it will look great Mom... come on, try it... it might be fun'

'OK, I guess it will be harmless.' She said as she began to bend over, the skirt tightening over her nice arse.

I felt my breath quicken as I watched her, snapping pics from a few angles. 'WOW Mom, you look gorgeous, your legs are incredible in those heels as you bend over', I knelt down behind her, 'Can you put one hand on your.. ehhhh... on your bum Mom while you look back.. like a real model??'

Slowly, looking unsure, she did as I asked. I snapped pics furiously as the level of unstated sexual energy began to grow in the room. 'That looks great Mom... amazing. Can you sit down now on the couch with your legs crossed???'

'OK, That sounds fine' she replied, as she sat and took a few sips of her wine. 

I took pictures all the time, the flash filling the room every few seconds. 'Can you lift the skirt Mom to show more of your lovely legs??'

'I'm not sure Dan, I am wearing stockings and lifting the skirt will show them' She said, her face showing a slight blush.

'Stockings??!! Really?? OH Mom, come on, now you have to show them to the camera... please... it's only stockings and your legs.. I have seen your legs loads of times'

'I'm not sure Dan, who will see these pictures?'

'Just us Mom, this is only for me to practice, and to try out the camera... it is our secret, I will give the pictures to you when we are finished... I promise'

Slowly she put the glass of wine down, and said with a little smile, 'OK... here goes, but we are being naughty'. Slowly she lifted the skirt, up over her tan stockings.. I kept clicking pictures.. the flash breaking the silence in the mood. Then, as I glimpsed her stocking tops, my heart sped up. She extended her top leg and held the pose for me.. showing a little sliver of flesh above the stocking top.

'God that looks so great Mom. Very professional looking. I bet I'm gonna be good at this photography stuff Mom. Can I get you to maybe do some more similar poses Mom??.. Like since we said this is our secret, and to help me practice... can you open a few buttons on your blouse to give the camera a glimpse of your bra... like a real magazine model.. teasing the camera??'

'What??.. No, I can't do that Dan' She said with a slightly nervous giggle.

'Come on Mom.. please, it's only for the pictures, and it's our secret... and it will be fun to see how sexy we can make the pics look... '

'Ohhhhh' she sighed and then exhaled loudly. 'You are a terrible young man Dan. OK, just a few pics' She said as she opened the top three buttons and I glimpsed her cleavage and the lace of her white bra.

'Mmmm, that is nice Mom. Very nice.. that bra looks gorgeous, very sexy' I snapped pics as I spoke, catching as much as I could on the camera. 'God, I bet a picture of you without the blouse would be amazing.. just in the bra.. like a lingerie model, only older, smarter and sexier. What do you think??.. can I get you to slip the blouse off for a quick picture or two.. please??'

Cutting me off she answered 'No way Dan, you can't see your Mother in just her bra'

'Why not Mom, I have seen you in a bikini plenty of times.. this is just the same. And right now you are my model to practice with, not my Mom... come on, aren't you curious to see how good you look in lingerie pictures??'

She took a large sip of wine, and then, looking me in the eyes, said 'I can't believe I'm doing this' as she opened her blouse and untucked it from her skirt. 'You make sure NOBODY sees these photos Dan.. OK??' 

'I... I promise Mom' I replied as I watched, my heart racing, and my mouth going dry with excitement. 'Can you.. ehhh.. can you stand up Mom'

Standing she slowly removed the blouse.. a slight grin on her blushing face. Exposing the white lace bra to the camera, her large tits framed perfectly in the lace cups, still holding a firm shape, but the real surprise was that the lace was partially see-through.. and her dark nipples were clearly visible as she posed. 'Well, how does your Mother look?' she asked, her voice a bit shaky. She was obviously nervous, but the atmosphere in the room was electric, the sexual energy building quickly.

My voice breaking a bit 'You.. You look incredible Mom... and that bra is sooo sexy.. can you.. ehhh, can you put your hands on your breasts, and push them together for a picture, making a sexy pout for the camera?'

'OH OK, I guess I could do that' She answered, her hands moving to her tits. She was awkward and unsure, but the pictures were good, her large tits pressed together, looking sexy and inviting.

'Amazing Mom.. you look like a real sexy model, and that lace bra... so hot. Out of curiosity, are you wearing panties that match that bra?'

'DAN!.. where did all this come from??' she asked, half incredulous and half amused. 'Well, if you must know, yes, I am wearing matching ... panties... or a thong to be precise' she added with what was a cheeky smile and a laugh.

I laughed too. 'A thong Mom??.. seriously?.. that is very hot. You know I want to photograph you in the bra and thong now, don't you??... please, the pictures would be very nice. and I bet it would be fun to see how sexy we can make you look...'

Draining her wine glass, 'Ohhh... OK, but this is as far as it goes mister', a half stern, half playful look on her face as she moved to unzip the back of the skirt.

'Can you turn around and do that Mom' I asked as I knelt down and watched through the camera.

'Alright, I guess so' she said, sighing in resignation as she turned her arse to face the camera. Pulling the skirt down. I know she did it slowly for me, and I got several pictures, but that moment when she exposed her arse in that thong is a blur in my memory. It fell to the ground and she stepped out of it. I was speechless, but was still taking pictures.. the flash covering her body with every one. She slowly turned to face me.. showing the front of her lace thong, and as with the bra, it was partially transparent. I could make out a tidy, small patch of brown hair. 

She eyed curiously and then followed my gaze to her panties and then realised what I was photographing. 'OH God.. No, Dan... I... I didn't know they were see-through' She covered her crotch with her hands.

'It's OK Mom, I don't mind' I said with a grin as I snapped her again. 'Besides, this is our secret, remember??... come on move your hands... please.. I already have a few pics of it anyway, and the bra is see through too.'

Her blush was deep, but I also felt the heat of the room rise. I could read barely contained sexual energy in her eyes. Was she beginning to enjoy this little posing session with her son. I know I was.

'OK, I guess you can take the pictures if you have them already' she replied, but I could sense her inner confliction and excitement in her voice as she placed her hands on her hips.

'Ehhh, great... eehhh, OK, can you stand with your hands behind your head.. holding your hair up??' She complied and I snapped a few pics. I decided to up the ante. Can I get you to do the bent over pose again on the couch Mom??... that would look so sexy...!'

'hmmmmmmmm' she groaned and rolled her eyes. 'You are being VERY naught son' she said. And when she used the word 'son' we both glanced at each other, and I felt an unspoken surge of erotic tension. However, she did assume the bent over pose... showing the camera her gorgeous ass. 

'Can you spread your feet a bit Mom??' Without speaking she opened her feet wider, God she looked sexy in those heels, stockings, thong and bra. 'My God that is hot Mom. Can you put a hand on your arse again, like you did before??' Again, without looking at me, she complied, slowly sliding her right hand onto her right arse-cheek. The flash filled the room several times, the click loudly breaking the silence. Jesus, she look sexy, my own Mother, who would have guessed it?. 

Feeling braver, and hoping the erotic charge in the air was affecting her too, I asked, 'Mom, can you ehhhh... can you slip a finger back between your arse cheeks??..please.. like a sexy model.. teasing the camera?'

Sharply she looked back at me, with a stern look, but at the same time her right hand moved over her arse... slipping down between the cheeks, her middle finger lodging over what I expected was her pussy hole or just above it. My cock jumped in my jeans. I knelt down, close and took a few close ups... and noticed a slight dark spot on the thong, where her pussy was. Was she getting wet??. 

I got braver still. 'You know Mom... since the bra is so transparent, you could just take it off for a few topless pictures... I bet you would make an amazing topless model...'

She stood up straight quickly, removing her hand from her ass, and looked over her shoulder at me. She was thinking, contemplating. 'OK, but after we look at these pictures, we delete them... OK??.. and this is our secret. No one can know.' 

'Of course Mom, I wouldn't tell a soul, I promise' My stomach was giving me that falling feeling, my cock rock hard. She reached back and opened the bra, and let it fall off her perfect tits, her hands covering the nipples.

'The things I do for you on your birthday' she said with a nervous smile as she turned to face me and moved her hands to expose the gorgeous tits. Her nipples were dark red, not too big, but more importantly, they were hard. She was getting hot. Could I press her to the next level.

'You know Mom, these pictures are going to look great, you are a very sexy model, but I bet we could make an amazing set of pics here, if we took it further.' I swallowed hard, preparing myself for the next suggestion. 'I could get into the pics too, we could put the camera on automatic, and we could pretend to be doing stuff, for the camera. Just pretend. Like a sexy older lady and a very lucky youngster. Nothing real just acting, and it might be fun to try and make it look as real as possible too.. what do you think, wanna try a few pics like that??' I held my breath.

'I don't know... what do you mean pretend to do stuff, like what kind of stuff.' she asked.

'OK, let me set up and we can try a few and see what happens.' I put the camera on the TV stand and quickly stripped to my underwear. Let me tell you, stripping while your topless Mother is watching you speechlessly is a strange experience.

'I'm not sure about this Dan' 

'It will be fun, just relax, and let's try to make it all look as good as possible. Now, I'm setting the camera to automatically snap a pic every ten seconds, so we need to be in the pose every ten seconds, OK? Now let's do the standard... ehhhh... you know... blowjob pic.. but it's just pretend, can you kneel down on the rug Mom'. 

Slowly she knelt down, with a quizzical look on her face 'How do we 'pretend' this?' she asked, with a little bit of nervous amusement in her voice. 

'Well, I stand in front of you, and I hold my... ehhh... you know.. towards your face, not touching, and you hold your mouth open, looking, you know ... sexy... like it is about to go into your mouth, see, just pretend.' I pulled m y boxer shorts off and for the first time exposed my thick eight inch hard on. I glanced at my Mother, she was staring at it, with a blush on her face. I turned on the automatic camera, and walked to where she knelt. 'OK Mom, open your mouth maybe with your tongue out too and look at the camera. We have about five seconds left'. I pointed my fat cockhead at her mouth, my heart pounding in my chest, she looked at the camera and opened her mouth, tongue out..

*Flash*

'That was great Mom' I said, 'OK, let's try again, can you hold your ..ehhhh... tits this time... same pose???'.

Looking me in the eyes, she held her tits and said, 'OK'. Her eyes held some lust, and I felt my cock jump.

*Flash*

'Jesus, that looked good, OK, do you think we can get one quick one where you are holding my... ehhh... my,.. cock?? near your mouth??.. just to make it look real??'

'Dan, I'm not sure, that is touching' she said, her eyes on my cock inches from her face.

'It's just pretend for the camera Mom, acting, please.... quick it's about to take the pic'

She quickly grabbed my hard on and held it near her mouth. The sudden feeling of her hand sent a shock through my whole body, and the heat of her breath on my cock was amazing.

*Flash*

'Perfect Mom' I gasped ' can you, eh... maybe touch the tip of it with your tongue for a second... just a quick lick for the camera???..' I asked looking down at her, and the large pearl of pre-cum on my cock head.

Frowning she looked me in the eye, but then, without saying anything, pushed her tongue out and let it touch my cock head, the pre-cum spilling and spreading on her tongue. My legs felt weak.

*Flash*

Quickly she pulled her tongue away, but the pre-cum trail followed, Finally breaking and landing on her chin and one drop on her right tit. It took all my strength not to moan in pleasure.

'You are by far the sexiest lady or model I have ever seen Mom' I said, looking down at her. Her hand still holding my cock. 

*Flash*

'Damn, we missed that one' she said, 'are we finished?'

'Well, do you think we could get a very quick one of you ... ehhh... with it... ehhh.. with the tip, the head, in your mouth?? That would make it look more realistic, like a proper action shot!'

'You want your Mother to put your.... cock, in her mouth??' She asked looking at me, still holding my hard on. Hearing her say 'cock' made my head spin, I loved it. And I felt that her saying such a nasty thing out loud excited her also.

'It's just for the pictures Mom' 

*Flash*

'What do you say Mom??... on the next one??'

'Well, I guess we have come this far' she replied, and looking me deep in the eyes, she took my fat cock head into her warm wet mouth. I had never had a blowjob before, and the feeling was mind-blowing. She held her head steady, not sucking or licking, and it took all my strength to not grab her head and face fuck her. Five beautiful seconds passed, then...

*Flash*

She pulled me from her mouth, but did it slowly. 'There, was that OK mister photographer?' she asked with a grin as she removed her grip on my rock hard cock.

I was breathing hard. 'That was the sexiest looking picture I have ever seen Mom' I said. 'Can you stand up now, I would like to get some different ones??'. Slowly she stood, her firm tits level with my chest..'Can you assume the bent over pose again Mom?? I would like to slowly remove your panties from behind for the camera??.. and since I am totally naked, it would only be fair.'

Looking me in the eyes, lust burning, but neither of us wanting to destroy the charade of this only being about the pictures, she said, 'OK, I guess it is only fair' and she quickly assumed the position with her hands on the couch, her feet in the heels spread apart and bent over her arse sticking out. She was looking back at me.

*Flash*

'O...OK Mom... I'm gonna kneel behind you now and slowly peel the thong off'. Kneeling as I said it. I rubbed a hand up over each cheek, slowly as I reached for the waistband of the thong. Slipping a finger under each side...

*Flash*

I started to pull the thong down over her sexy arse. Her head was looking down. 'Look at the camera Mom, try to look slutty'. The thong slipped from her arse-crack, exposing first her little arsehole, then the pink glory of her pussy, with it's light covering of sexy brown hair.

*Flash*