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Kerry

By: ThomasMagica



Everybody remembers their first time. Losing one's virginity is a milestone in anyone's life. Sometimes the memory is pleasant, and sometimes not so much. Either way, it isn't likely to be forgotten. I won't say I remember my first time like it was yesterday, because, frankly, many of the details have faded over time, but I do, however, remember enough of it to smile warmly when it comes to mind. 

I've been telling the story of my first time around campfires and drunken parties for years. Well, when the conversation turns to sex, that is. I don't just jump in with, "Hey, everybody! Want to hear how I lost my virginity?" I usually wait till other people have lied or exaggerated first about their own sexual experiments and experiences. 

Unlike a lot of my friends, I didn't have sex until after I'd graduated from high school. Doesn't mean I didn't try. I just didn't manage it till after graduation. I was always envious of my friends who were "getting some" in school. Had I known then what I was missing, I probably would have tried harder to get laid. My best friend, Eddie was getting it on a regular basis from his girlfriend when he was a senior. He almost always got laid on Sunday afternoons, and sometimes even through the week, after school. Just depended on what his girlfriend's plans were. 

The three of us; Eddie, Marie, and me, spent a lot of time with each other, and there were many times when Eddi and Marie would make out in front of me, making me wonder if maybe they were budding exhibitionists. I remember one time when Eddie grabbed a handful of breast when they were making out on my couch, and he asked me, "Doesn't Marie have the best tits you've ever seen?" True, they were nice , probably D cups, but I never did get to see them uncovered. Not only did Eddie have no qualms about fondling Marie in front of me, but he confessed later that he'd tried many times to talk her into having a threesome with me. It never happened, but she DID tease him sometimes about the possibility of doing me without him. Eddie didn't like that idea. She never did try to seduce me, though. I think Eddie didn't like her teasing him about doing me, because he knew I probably would have taken her up on her offer. She WAS cute. In fact, she and I even went out a couple of times after they'd stopped dating, but nothing ever happened between us. We were never anything more than friends. 

I did have a casual girlfriend part of my senior year, and for a short while after graduation, but we really didn't see much of each other. Kerry was the athletic type, very into her softball team, and just didn't make much time for dating. I often wondered if maybe she was a closet lesbian, and only kept me around to throw off suspicions of her preferred sexual desires. I didn't care that she might "play for the other team." I often fantasized about her when I masturbated. I thought about her showering with her teammates, soaping each others breasts, stealing kisses when the coach wasn't around, and just reveling in being naked with the other girls . What I wouldn't have given to have showered with her and her teammates. I'd have been more than willing to soap their backs, their fronts, wash their hair, finger their pussies, and even towel them dry when they were ready to get out of the shower. There were also many other things I thought about doing with all of them in the showers, but I don't have that kind of time or space in this story. 

My relationship with Kerry started when she invited me to the Sadie Hawkins dance our senior year. In case you've never heard of Sadie Hawkins, it's a dance where the girls take the initiative, and ask the guys to be their dates. The Sadie Hawkins dance can trace its origins back to the 1930s, and the L'il Abner comic strip. The mayor of Dogpatch had a daughter he didn't think was ever going to leave home because she was homely, wasn't married, and wasn't very likely to ever be so. He decreed a footrace between the unmarried guys and gals, with the end result being matrimony. The comic was so popular that it took only a few short years for a variation of the concept to be adopted by high schools and colleges across the country. It's been more than 20 years since I was in high school, so I'm not sure if the Sadie Hawkins traditions are still practiced or not. 

Kerry and I went to the dance, held hands, danced really close, kissed a few times on the gymnasium dance floor, and were told more than once what a cute couple we were. Really, I think we WERE a cute couple. We're both short, only about 5'5", and lean of build. Of the two of us, Kerry was definitely the more attractive. The dance was a casual affair, with a hint of hillbilly, so we were both decked out in jeans and flannel shirts. Kerry was also wearing cowboy boots and straw hat. Her flannel shirt was just the right kind of tight to accentuate her firm breasts, and was unbuttoned far enough to show a very tantalizing hint of cleavage. Her jeans were form fitting, and hugged a very nice little ass. I tried fondling her ass during some of the slow dances, like I saw some other guys doing to their dates, but she wasn't having any of that. She reached around to grab my wrists, pulling them up a more modest height on her waist. Hindsight being what it is, I don't really blame her. Getting all worked with up your date is one thing, but looking like you need to get a cheap hotel room is something else entirely. She made a good call, considering where we were. We had a good time at the dance, working our teenaged hormones into a frenzy, and I began to wish for the dance to end so we could go someplace private. She must have read my mind, because she asked if we could leave early. At first I was worried that she wanted me to take her home, but she held onto my hand as we went to get our coats. I took that as a good sign. We climbed into my old Mustang, and she leaned into my shoulder. I would have loved to hold her hand, but the transmission was a manual, and I had to shift gears. I held her hand as much as I was able while driving. 

As we left the school parking lot, I asked if she wanted me take her home. She looked at me and smiled. She also reached over to plant a very warm and sensual kiss on my ear. I took that to mean that she didn't want me to take her home right away. We drove outside of town to find ourselves on a country road I knew, and found a deserted area to park. We sat and talked for a little while, reminiscing about the dance, and who did or said this and that, when it began to rain. We weren't bothered by the rain though, because we were in my warm and dry car. Unlike a lot of older cars, my Mustang had cloth instead of vinyl seats, and was quite comfortable. There are times when I really miss that car. 

This was the first time I'd ever been alone with Kerry, and my cock was hard from the close dancing, holding her close, kissing, and the possibilities of what might happen while we parked. I'd never had a girl touch my cock before, and didn't know if it was going to happen this evening or not, but I certainly hoped it might. I could wish for it, but wouldn't be too disappointed if it didn't. 

We weren't in the most comfortable car for necking, since there was a stick shift between the seats, but we made the most of it. We kissed, held each other close, and she let me put my hand inside her shirt. I reached around to unfasten her bra, and heard her laugh. I wasn't sure what was so funny. She moved my hands away, and leaned in for another lingering kiss. She told me her bra fastened in the front. I'd never heard of such a thing. How convenient!! She unhooked her bra, and pulled the cups away from her firm young breasts. I'd felt girls up before, but this was the first time I'd ever actually seen real bare tits. All my previous sexual fumblings had been in situations where it was too dark to see anything. I thought I was going to cum in my pants. I played with her tits, sucked on her nipples, and had a great time. She rubbed my cock through my pants a few times, but never made a move to undo my belt or zipper. I didn't push the matter. I was happy enough, just to be rubbed through my jeans. I was really hard, and I knew the end of my cock was wet with precum, but there wasn't much I could do about it. I never got my hands inside her pants, but she let me rub between her legs. I could feel her heat through her denim pants. I was stunned at the heat. 

We kissed and felt each other up for what seemed like hours. I was still pretty inexperienced at the time, but I think she came when I was rubbing the warm spot in her pants. Her breathing quickened, she stopped moaning, and actually shook for a moment. I thought maybe she was cumming, but I wasn't sure. When she finally pulled my hand away, she increased the urgency of our kissing. She rubbed my cock harder and faster through my pants. Instinct must have kicked in, because my hips started rocking back and forth. If she'd had my bare cock in her hand, I'm sure I would have sprayed both of us with thick ropes of hot cum. As it was, I didn't climax, but the end of my dick was leaking, causing a wet spot in my underwear. I was so close to an orgasm, but I'm glad I didn't. It would have been an uncomfortable ride home with an underwear load full of cum. 

I have to laugh, because I remember getting the Mustang stuck in the mud when we tried to leave our parking spot. Remember that it had been raining. It never occurred to me that the rain would complicate matters. I put the car in gear, pushed on the gas pedal, let out the clutch, and heard the drive tire spin in place. I pushed harder on the gas, and felt both tires spin. This wasn't good. Cell phones weren't part of our daily lives in the early 80s, and it was a LONG way to the nearest pay phone. Kerry jumped out of the car to push. I tried to get her to stay in the car and let me push instead, but she didn't know how to drive a stick shift. She told me she wasn't a sissy, and wasn't afraid to get out and push. I didn't want to ruin a fun night by arguing with her, so I gave her my shoes, and let her get out to push. I was careful not to press on the gas too hard, so the second tire wouldn't spin, covering her in flying mud. I wondered if anybody else's date was ending like ours was that evening. She impressed me by actually helping me get the car unstuck. I'm just glad she didn't get muddy doing it. I only just got her home early enough to keep her out of trouble with her mother. 

Her macho attitude through getting my car unstuck only reinforced my beliefs that she might be a closet lesbian, but like I said, I didn't care about that. It intrigued me to think she might be getting it on with her teammates. I thought again of her showering naked with the other girls after practice. Strange that a young man would keep fantasizing about naked girls, huh? 

We never did more than heavy petting whenever we went parking after that, but at least it was sexual activity, and I DID become very familiar with her breasts. She wasn't bashful about letting me play with them. I remember how I'd suck on one nipple, fondle the other, and hear her moan with pleasure while I had my way with her breasts. I remember the first time she unsnapped her jeans so I could get a hand down her panties. I was amazed at how HOT and wet her pussy was. I could feel the heat emanating from it before I even touched her. It seemed like she was always wet when she let me finger her. 

Kerry was fond of giving me hickeys. I have to admit that they felt good while she was giving them to me, but we fought more than once because I didn't want her to give me hickeys where they would be visible. I had a job that required me to deal with the public on a daily basis, and hickeys have always struck me as somewhat low brow, and not very conducive to a professional appearance. 

It was a few weeks after graduation, and deep into the summer months when Kerry, my best friend Eddie, his girlfriend Marie, and I were partying at my house while my folks were vacationing in Las Vegas. My parents had what at the time was one of the coolest bedrooms I could imagine. Along with a big waterbed, real wood paneling, and exposed timber beams in the ceiling, there was also a refrigerated 16 gallon beer cooler. Not having yet developed a discriminating beer pallette, I was more than happy to drink whatever beer my parents had on tap. My parents went for quantity over quality, and the tap was usually filled with cheap beer. On the upside, the beer was cold and available. I had three older brothers, and a fraternal twin, but they were all long gone by this time. 

We were partying in the living room, which was separated from the master bedroom by a simple hollow core door, but the bed in the next room was very much in my mind while Kerry I were sitting next to each other on the couch. We'd had only a couple of beers each before Eddie and Marie excused themselves to my bedroom. Kerry and I exchanged awkward glances, and wished them well. I was going to tell Eddie and Marie not to get my sheets dirty, but thought better of it at the last possible moment. When we were finally alone Kerry leaned into me for a serious lip lock. I really enjoyed kissing her. Kerry had such sweet breath, and she was a great kisser. She licked tentatively at my lips, and I eagerly accepted her tongue. She must have been hornier than I thought, because she began groping my growing cock. I'd been down this road with her in the past, and didn't really expect anything more than blue balls at the end of the evening.

Being a young man, it took almost no time for my cock to reach full, straining hardness. I wasn't as open to being an exhibitionist as Eddie and Marie, even though they had already excused themselves from our presence, so I asked Kerry if she'd like to move our play into my parents' room. She answered by standing, pulling me up, and leading me to the next room. I was looking forward to some more kissing and less hurried groping. This was going to be our first real chance to get truly comfortable while we gave in to our teenage urges. It was nice to finally lie down with Kerry someplace other than the back seat of a car. We kissed and hugged for a few minutes, then I started to get paranoid about getting caught. I thought it might be a good idea to lock the front door, and maybe use the bathroom while I was at it. I knocked on my bedroom door after I'd locked the front door, just to check and make sure everything was okay, and was none too politely told by Eddie to fuck off, that he and Marie were busy. I laughed and headed back to my parents' room. I was completely unprepared for what I found when I got there. I walked in to find that Kerry had removed all her clothes, thrown them into a pile on the floor and was waiting for me under the covers. She patted the bed and asked if I was going to join her. I didn't need to be asked twice. 

I shed my clothes, but tried to appear like I wasn't in the biggest hurry of my life. I was finally going to be naked with a beautiful young woman. What I failed to take into account was that Kerry still lived with her folks, and they insisted she still abide by a curfew while living under their roof. She had to be home by 10:30, since she hadn't made prior arrangements to stay out later. Crap. I saw by the bedside clock that I'd have to get her home in just a little over an hour. So much for some less hurried groping. 

I crawled into bed with Kerry , feeling electric tingles where my flesh touched hers. I leaned in for another kiss, thinking I'd be cool and act like I wasn't rushed for time with her. She was having none of that! She again probed her tongue into my mouth, much more urgently than she had on the couch, then reached down to pull my hips toward hers. I felt my cock brush against her pubic hair, and I thought I would come right then and there. If I hadn't spent so much time jacking off, I probably would have cum as soon as my cock touched her. 

She'd rubbed my hardness through my pants many times, but had never actually touched my cock in any of our previous encounters. I reached for her right nipple, and caressed it with my fingers. She loved it when I played with her nipples. Before I knew it, she'd taken command of the situation, and worked us into a perfect 69 position, with her on top and me on my back. I could have died with pleasure when I felt her tongue lick the base of my cock, and work its way to the head. Again, I almost came when she took my cock head into her mouth. I felt it only fair to return the favor, and took my first tentative lick of pussy. I'd read lot of porn stories, and was expecting her pussy juices to be salty or bitter, reminscent of other, less sexy, bodily fluids. I was pleasantly surprised to find that her pussy, like her breath, tasted great! I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go, bringing my nose into contact with her anus. Kerry was a tiny girl, so I was able to lift her just a bit to give me better access to her clitoris. She must have been masturbating while she was waiting on me earlier, because an orgasm gripped her as soon as my tongue touched her clit. I didn't give her time to simply cum. I put my whole mouth into it,sucked her clit for all I was worth, and used my tongue to lash it while she writhed in her climax. 

When she finally came down from her sexual frenzy, she climbed off, lay down beside me, looked me in the eye, and told me to fuck her. I answered by pulling her in close for another deep tongue kiss, then reached down with my free hand to feel how wet she was. I scooped some of her slick wetness onto my middle finger and rubbed it gently on her clit. She squealed and pulled me on top of her. Having no experience, it took me just a moment or two to get properly aligned and work my cock inside of her. In the heat of the moment, and not realizing this was going to happen, I'd made no provisions for birth control. I had my cock about halfway in when I told her maybe we shouldn't be doing it without a condom. She told me to relax because she was on the pill. She explained that she'd had some medical problems, and being on the the pill helped regulate her hormones. That was all I needed to hear. I sank my cock in to the base, and just stayed there, enjoying this new sensation. Her pussy was warm, wet, and comfortably tight. I was in as deep as I could go, and just lay there for a moment, amazed at how good it felt to finally have my cock buried in a hot, wet pussy. 

I'm not hung like a porn star, but it didn't seem to matter to Kerry. Her face flushed, and the rosy glow spread down her torso, making it appear like she was standing too close to a campfire or woodstove. I must have stayed buried to the hilt for too long, because she reached up with both hands, pulled me tighter, and began rocking her hips back and forth. This was incredible. Now I knew why Eddie and Marie fucked every chance they got. I could get used to this! We fucked, kissed, fondled, and enjoyed each other's company for the longest time. I glanced at the bedside clock again to find that she was going to be late getting home if we didn't stop what we were doing. I tried pumping faster, hoping I could cum before we had to stop, but it just wasn't going to happen. I couldn't believe it. The first time I get a girl naked and willing to fuck, and I can't even cum. I was bummed, but didn't have time to dwell on it.

Kerry saw the clock, and immediately started reaching for her clothes. She apologized for not being able to finish, but really had to be home on time. Her mother was a tyrant when she was late. Apparently her mother didn't relish the fact that her daughter was on the pill, and only agreed becuase it was a medical necessity. Her mother would kill her if she knew Kerry was taking advantage of the pill's contracetive benefits. Now she tells me... In Kerry's haste to get naked earlier, she'd misplaced her underwear. Of all the places to lose undergarments, it would have to be in my parents' waterbed. We looked, but didn't find them. She finished getting dressed, and went to wait for me by the front door. I knocked again on my own bedroom door, and told Eddie I was taking Kerry home. He again told me to fuck off, that he was busy. I thought to myself that I should make the two of them change my sheets, but once again kept my thoughts to myself. 


Kerry



Kerry lazed on the sofa with a pillow arching her back, her body draped in a feline stretch that held the material of her T-shirt taught against her breasts. She never seemed conscious of just how sexy she was, and still is I might add.

It didn't seem to matter what she wore or how she behaved she could always catch my eye. Whether it was her brown hair cascading down the of her back and shoulders and the creamy white of her long legs descending from her shorts or skirt or whatever she might be wearing; or the curve of her breast or the slender wrists which were always covered in bangles. Kerry was hot.

And she was my flatmate. 

We'd hit the friend zone pretty early on in our college days. I'm not exactly a lady-killer but I will take them out for coffee and good conversation. Ironically I don't consider Kerry out of my league, it just didn't happen that way.

After being friends for a year we'd decided we would move in together. She had a boyfriend at the time that didn't like me and was against the whole thing and all of our friends thought we were hiding something. But we weren't, not even from ourselves except, as it turns out, one thing.

Even before she broke up with her asshole boyfriend, I'd fantasized about fucking her. It was a source of inner conflict for me, especially after we got the house together. It was a detached double story affair with a backyard surrounded by tall fences and a hedge. We had been in the place two weeks when one of her friends donated a sun-bed to us. That bed sitting in the middle of the yard, that protected-from-view, secluded yard...

I ached to feel the cool autumn air caress my skin as she pushed her warm naked body into me, feeling her body give way as I entered her under the starry sky and letting the neighbors make what they would of the sounds of our sex wafting over the fence.

I'm not ashamed to admit I may have rubbed a few out with that scenario playing through my mind, but I never let my own depravity interfere with our friendship. I have a thing with girls and I think it's why I get along so well with the other sex and it goes like this: objectify then identify.

That's it, that's all. It's honest to god the secret to being a man and having a great relationship with women while at the same time maintaining your heterosexual pride. You must, as a woman-loving man, allow yourself to feel desire and to take in all the attributes of the other gender. All of the bits you can imagine yourself poking, fingering and fucking you must imagine this. That's objectification. After you've gotten past this you get to the next layer which is identification, where you get to know the person who owns the all the bits.

Trust me it works, and I have many women friends because of it. Of course if you're out at the pub and you're trying to find someone to fill your bed for a night, then, skip the second part.

I digress. 

Living with Kerry was fun; we got along famously and rarely had any problems. But since this is a sex story you may be interested to know if we'd ever had any accidents where we'd seen one or the other in some state of undress. Yes. I mean, it's pretty hard to share a bath/toilet without being seen. 

One time she didn't think that I was home and walked from the bath to her room naked. My room was on the way; I'd been in the yard and had come up to read on my bed. I remember looking up at the sound of her padding down the carpet of the house and there she was in all her shapely goodness, her tits firm with pinkish brown nipples riding high and her ass curving gently out from the small of her back before collecting itself and sweeping back in to join her perfect thigh. I could only see side on but I saw a small trim bush of brown pubic hair nestled between her legs. She happened to look my way as she passed and jumped visibly with surprise before running down the hall, appearing minutes later clothed and sporting a sheepish look.

'Sorry,' she said sheepishly leaning on the door-frame.

'Um, no need to apologize,' I said, 'it's a small house, it was bound to happen at some point, don't worry about it. I'll try to forget what I saw.'

'I'm a little embarrassed.'

'Well don't be, it's not like I've never seen a woman before. But I probably won't though.'

'What?'

'Forget.'

She giggled good-naturedly, 'Idiot,' she said smiling as she left me to my book.

Occasionally I'd bring a girl home for a one-nighter and one evening my door hadn't latched while I'd been fucking a pretty little thing and it had swung open in the night. Well, I'd been pretty drunk and the girl had been pretty and drunk and we fell asleep with no covers so the first thing Kerry saw when she made for the kitchen in the morning was me spooning the girl from the night before; both of us naked. I only know this because the sound of Kerry closing my door woke me up and through my half-closed eyes I saw her looking as she slowly swung the door shut.

After a while we became quite relaxed about our general state of clothing, especially in the evening before bed, I would often wear just boxers and T-shirt and she would wear sleep-shorts and a worn tank top with a plunging V-neck. On anyone else it could only have diminished their appeal but on Kerry it only seemed to beg for my curiosity. 

On rare occasions she would traverse the house from the bathroom in panties, keeping her waning modesty intact by keeping her arms crossed around her boobs. Nevertheless I eventually got used to it even with the odd flash of nipple here and there. My penis was reasonably well behaved with only a few instances where I'd had to sit on the couch longer than intended due to a terribly timed erection.

Life was good and I wanted nothing to upset what I saw as a delicate balance of school, socializing and home.

Our living room was sparsely furnished, as students living rooms tend to be. There was one double seater couch and a bunch of cushions, a TV, stereo and flat-screen which had been a gift from my grand-parents. Our habit was to watch TV together a couple of nights a week. True Blood was our favourite and not to be missed. Our weekly helping of gore and sex was like crack to an addict. I normally surrendered the couch to Kerry lie on while I lay on the floor on the abundant cushions. 

I was perfectly happy with this arrangement until Kerry offered to share the double-seater with me. At first we both sat but after a week or two she took to putting her legs across my lap. The first night she did this I almost jumped, but a complex exchange of looks between us put it to rest and it became our default. The only problem with this was that True Blood is full of naked scenes, sex scenes and just general fucking so maintaining a flaccid penis was not always an option and I'd have to slide her legs a little further down my thigh so she wouldn't feel my cock hardening. I would say that my leg had gone to sleep as a reason for the adjustment and I never had reason to believe that she thought otherwise.

One night while Vampire Bill had Sooky pinned beneath him, drinking her blood and doing the worst sex acting I have ever seen, we were drinking wine. I'm not a wine drinker but for our weekly fix it felt fitting and comical to us both that we should be sipping on something that resembled blood.

Bill was ploughing away and my second glass was making me feel lofty and relaxed and the sounds of fucking were like a strange and distant music. Kerry's legs lay across my thigh reflecting the blue light of the TV and she was warm. I imagined the blood pulsing through her leg, all those sinuous veins and branched arteries hurrying the red liquid through every millimetre of her body. I thought of her breasts, her cunt, her mouth, all the places where her blood flowed that I wanted to kiss. I imagined I could hear her heart beating in synchronicity with her circulation, sending and receiving, pulsing and squirming. 

I became aware of my right palm gently rubbing her thigh in a slow snake-dance, each stroke travelling slightly higher towards the hem of her shorts, while my left hand held her foot softly. 

I stopped.

I could hear her breathing coming deep and regular.

I looked at her and she was looking back at me with a quizzical yet lost expression on her face 

'Don't stop,' was all she said and I started moving my hand again, this time venturing further up her milky leg and down again and then back up and under the fabric of her shorts. I felt the roundness of her legs flatten out into her hip and I'm sure she could feel my dick begin to expand. 

Again I stroked down her leg and up again this time to her hip and then around to fell the swell of her ass, her perfect skin was like silk to me. From her butt I felt around, running my fingers under her clothing until I was met with the coarse hair of her pussy. From there I let my hand cup her thigh and I could feel her labia against my pinkie finger. She made an involuntary sound followed by a deep exhalation.

Removing my hand, I slid up the couch and half out from under her so that my right hand was by her side and my left was free to join the game. I was not quite high enough to kiss her but her hands met my face and she pulled me into the firm but soft mound of her breast. I could smell the skin, that faint odour of her was driving me crazy. I slid my hand under her shirt to her other breast, cupping and gently feeling my way through this unexplored territory. Her fingernails found the top of my back and she pulled me to her more strongly.

I pulled out of her embrace and wriggled out from her legs and took off my shirt. She sat up too and began to kiss my chest and my neck. Her hands stayed away from my cock and it drove me insane. Just the occasional touch of some passing part of her arm would nudge my cock sending shock-waves of feeling through my body.I brought her face up to meet mine and finally we kissed. She was sweet like sugar and smelled of Pinot Noir.

As we kissed her hand found its way through the elastic waist of my boxers and grabbed the shaft of my penis. She slowly began to move her hand letting the base of her palm roll over the head of my dick.

I found it hard to keep kissing her and my hands found her ass and pushed the sleep shorts down so that her cheeks were revealed to the glow of the TV. 

'No.' she said pulling up her pants.

Instead she pulled mine down until they were at my knees and my cock stuck out at ninety degrees flailing around like a jack-in-the-box as the elastic was ripped past it. I stood and let my pants fall to my feet, stepping out of them before kneeling back on the seat of the couch.

It was such a liberating feeling, to be naked with her still clothed. 

We locked our lips once again for a long kiss which she broke and trailed her tongue down my neck and chest pausing to suck on my left nipple then continuing down my stomach until her chin touched my rigid shaft. I could feel her breath warm in my pubes and the head of my cock rested against the soft skin of her neck. Suddenly I could feel something even warmer only this was also a wet feeling. Her tongue traced the length of my cock to its very tip as her hand gripped the base to steady it as her tongue swirled around the head.

The scene was surreal in the blue glow of the TV. Vampire Bill had long finished with Sooky but I had my own supernatural being to contend with.

A cry almost escaped my mouth as she slid my cock into her expectant mouth, only stopping because her nose hit my stomach.

I could feel her teeth lightly at the join of my cock and balls, her tongue flat against the shaft and the back of her throat pressing in on the head. She gagged slightly and pulled back off stopping to catch her breath and sucked less deeply on my member. All the while her brown hair fell across her face so all I could see was my dick disappearing into a part in a mass of her hair. She kept up her work until I thought I was going to cum at which point she seemed to intuitively know to stop. 

My dick came out of her full lips with a plop and she brushed the hair out of her face and smiled up at me.

It was a weird moment. I was butt naked with just over half a foot of my penis jutting out at right-angles from my body and the gentle pulsing of a near-orgasm subsiding in my groin and she was still exactly as she'd been before anything happened. If it hadn't been for my nakedness she may as well have been getting up for a glass of water. For a horrible second I thought she was going to tell me she was going to bed, or to put my clothes back on.

'Don't you think it's time I got to see you too?' I asked.

'What the hell are you waiting for?' she said.

I reached down for the bottom of her top. I took my time as if I was peeling a delicate fruit, watching her abdomen reveal itself slowly to me. Up it came and up went her arms to make it easier for me. When it got to her breasts the shirt caught slightly before I pulled a little harder and those beautiful firm melons bounced free. I held the top in place with her face covered and her arms trapped inside. I let one hand travel lightly over her breasts, exploring and learning.

I leaned in and trailed my tongue across her chest eliciting a muffled moan. I couldn't take it any longer and pulled the tank top completely off in a swift movement; her hair fell to her shoulders and she looked at me backlit by the TV.

I knelt on the ground and hugged her to me as she sat on the couch. My cock was pressed in against her mount through her shorts, our chests molded to each other and we kissed. As she had done to me I kissed my way down her body, stopping at each breast to suckle and lick and smell. The small pink-brown areole pulled taught from excitement and once I had had enough I traveled further down to her belly kissing and licking as I went.

She was big on contact and reveled in being kissed in such a way. As I went further down her body she reclined so that she leaned back against the back-rest of the couch with her torso across the seat and her legs spread and feet on the floor and me in between getting closer and closer to heart of her womanhood. When I got to the cloth of her shorts she lifted her ass so that I could slide her shorts off her and there it was.

I momentarily got out of the way so we could undress her all the way and when she opened her legs again her labia peeled wetly apart to reveal the hood of her clitoris and just the very hint of her smaller folds. I could smell her and I wanted to taste her quite badly but I held off, wanting instead to survey the scene. Her clit was a small and tight button nestled in the blurred neat bush of her pubes.

Her head was turned slightly from me but her eyes were watching me. What a vulnerable position to be in I thought, and how much you must trust me even though we're crossing lines we never thought we would cross.

I moved in close to her sex with my mouth, savoring the moment and holding off the inevitable. I kissed and licked all around her mound as she squirmed and moaned as though I was biting her and for second I imagined I was a actually a vampire sinking my teeth into my nubile victim.

I had her juice on my cheeks as slowly I rounded on her moist interior. The first time my tongue made its way between her flaps she cried out loud and I could feel the heat of her growing. The second time I used my thumbs to gently pull her pussy open so that I could kiss her pink wet skin. I leaned in and found the entrance to her vagina and played with the vague remnant of her hymen. As I did this my nose was pressed into her clitoris and she responded with a loud 'Aaah...'

Realizing that the poor thing probably needed putting out of her misery I engulfed the top of her mound with my mouth and stimulated her clitoris with the flat of my tongue. More sound escaped her and I could sense she might have an orgasm building. I kept up the pressure and rhythm and dropped one hand to caress my balls and erection. 

She started to grind her hips into me, moving faster and faster. Her hands came down grabbing my hair and pulling me harder into her until I felt the juice begin to wet my chin and in her climax she screamed.

Once she came she abruptly pushed me away from her pussy, panting and flushed. She looked at me with disbelief (or so I imagined). 

'I... need you... to fuck me... right... now.'

A simple statement and so many complications. I looked at my friend and wondered briefly if we would survive this.

I got to my knees, sliding one hand along the couch for support with my other guiding my cock the entrance of her pussy. I rested the head of my dick just inside, just at the beginning of her tunnel and looked at her for one more sign to keep going.

She pulled me into an embrace and my penis was suddenly fully inside her. The heat of her insides surrounded me and I automatically began to thrust. The wall of her vagina pulsed around the shaft of my cock; I could feel her cervix every now and again. I had never felt so completely inside someone before. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and I thrust with growing enthusiasm as I felt my orgasm rushing on.

All at once time stood still like a momentary calm before the storm and suddenly I was filling her with my semen. It gushed like a volcano adding to the heat I could already feel inside her, adding to the wetness. It seemed to go on forever.

As it subsided and I again became aware of the room and the person under me I opened my eyes and looked directly into hers. Her hand came up to caress my face.

'Is it bedtime yet?' she said.

'Whose should we go to?'

'Let's keep this real, we each go to our own beds, I don't want a boyfriend.'

'So..' I began but she hushed me with her hand.

She moved under me and I pulled out of her as she stood. She was so beautiful in the soft light and the trail of semen descending her leg, which she made no effort to stop, glistened. The room was full of the scent of fucking.

Kerry looked at me, 'I like this, I like you and now that I know we're so good at screwing each other, can't that just be another bonus to us as flatmates?'

'I guess... sure, why not? I was afraid we'd broken too many boundaries, that this would mean the end of our friendship.'

'Why didn't you stop?'

'I don't know I just couldn't. I wanted you so badly.' 

'I believe sometimes you've got to break things to know if they go back together. I've never done anything like this before but I just feel like this could work.' she said.

'See you in the morning?' I asked.

'Yes. I know where you live.'



Kerry and Sara Go to the Movies



Sara leaned forward. "So, are you doing anything after class?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought about it," said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara.

Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sara. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads. Sara played volleyball for the college team. Kerry ran track and specialized in the 100-meter dash.

"Wanna go see a movie?" Sara said, her heart pounding. She'd been trying to get her nerve up to ask that question all semester. Spring was here, and there were only three more weeks of school. It was now or never.

"Sure, that would be great," Kerry said.

The professor walked into the room and started to lecture. Sara opened her book and began taking notes, as did Kerry and most of the other students. Sara could barely concentrate. Kerry had agreed so quickly. Did she think of the movie as a romantic date or a friend date? Sara forced her mind to think about the professor's lecture on asexual reproduction. She didn't dare let herself dream of sharing her deepest secret with Kerry. It was a secret she'd never told anyone outside her family.

Class ended. Outside the building Kerry and Sara paused. Sara's shoulder-length hair glistened reddish gold in the afternoon sun. "You have beautiful hair," Kerry said. She touched her own short, straight, dark hair. "Is it naturally curly?"

Sara's heart began to beat harder again. "It's always been like this," she said. "I tried straightening it once. Didn't take. But I love the color of yours, and the way you cut it. It looks so . . . boyish." She could hardly bring herself to look Kerry in the eyes as she spoke.

"Oh, thank you," said Kerry. "So what movie did you want to see? I probably need to go back to the dorm and change first."

Change? Sara thought. Changing was what you did before a real date. "Yes, let's change before we go. Then we can decide what movie to see."

They both lived in the same dorm, McCormac Hall. The walk took only five minutes. Sara's room was on the third floor, and she knew Kerry's was on the fifth because several times, when Kerry was on the elevator, Sara had ridden all the way to the top, just to spend a few more seconds being close to her.

"Meet you back here in ten minutes?" Kerry asked when they reached the lobby.

"Okay."

In her room, Sara could barely decide what to wear. She didn't want too look too flirty, but being too casual could be a mistake, too. She settled on a pair of fairly short blue jean shorts and a tank top with a button up shirt as a cover-up. Taking off the shirt would show off her cleavage and thighs and butt if the time seemed right. Under the shorts she wore full-cut cotton panties with a simple lace waistband. She stood with her back to the full-length mirror, lifted up the shirt, and bent forward while looking over her shoulder. The white line of the panties just barely peeked out under her shorts. Perfect. 

Kerry was waiting in the lobby when Sara stepped off the elevator. She wore a suede jacket over a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off her perfect butt. Sara felt a tingling in her panties when she saw her.

"Those shorts really look nice on you. They show off your legs," Kerry said.

"Thanks. I love those jeans, too." Sara decided to drop a hint, so she added, "They really make your butt look fine."

"I heard that new movie about aliens is good," Sara said as they walked outside.

"Really? You like that sort of thing?" Kerry asked. "I was thinking it might be fun to see the remake of Romeo and Juliet. It's romantic, you know."

Sara could barely believe her luck. This beautiful girl wanted to see a romantic movie with her. Was she trying to tell her something?

"Should we drive to the theater or walk?" Kerry asked.

"I could use the exercise. Let's walk," Sara said.

The theater was fifteen minutes away. The walk took them through the park, past children's playground equipment and a rock garden and some large, ancient oaks. By the time they got their popcorn and found seats, the previews were almost over. They whispered about the characters when the movie started. Sara pointed out the guy playing the Romeo. "Isn't he cute? He reminds me of my brother's best friend," she said.

"I guess he's cute, but he's not my type," Kerry said.

"Really? Who is your type?"

"Juliet is my type. I hope that doesn't bother you." 

Sara felt for Kerry's hand in the dark. She wondered if Kerry would feel how fast her heart was beating. She could barely keep her fingers from trembling.

"Bother me? Why do you think I asked you out?"

She found Kerry's hand and laid hers on it. Kerry squeezed her hand and placed it on Sara's bare thigh. "Just checking," she said. Sara felt her nipples harden at the touch of Kerry's hand on her leg.

Kerry's hand gradually drifted up Sara's thigh as the movie went on. By the time it was over, Sara knew her panties were so wet they must be making a spot on her shorts.

After the movie they walked slowly back toward the dorm. They held hands. Kerry paused in the park, in front of the largest oak, and pulled Sara toward her. "I hope there aren't any bears in the woods," Kerry said. "I'm terrified of bears."

"Me, too," said Sara. "And scorpions."

She kissed Sara's lips and put her hands on Sara's butt. At first their lips brushed together as light as feathers; soon Sara opened her lips and invited Kerry's tongue in her mouth. Kerry put her hands under the shirt and rubbed Sara's butt. "You have the nicest ass I've ever seen," she whispered.

"Not as nice as yours," Sara said. She could hardly believe how quickly things were moving. "Do you know low long I've dreamed of kissing you?"

"As long as I dreamed of doing this?" Kerry said, and put her left hand on Sara's breast. Her right hand moved to the zipper of Sara's shorts and pulled it down.

"Should we go back to the dorm?" Sara asked. She could hear children playing on the swing set in the late summer dusk. No one could see her and Kerry now, but if anyone walked around the rock garden, they might be spotted.

"Okay, let's go."

The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Sara tried to decide if she should share her other secret with Kerry. She didn't want to scare her away. On the other hand, if anyone had told her this morning that by this evening, Kerry would be fondling her breast and thrusting her tongue in her mouth, Sara would not have believed it.

They held hands the whole time, even when they walked through the lobby. Sara caught Amy's eye as she walked past the desk. Amy winked when she saw Kerry and Sara holding hands.

"Whose room are we going to?" Kerry asked.

"My roommate won't be in," said Sara. "She went home for the weekend."

"Mine hardly ever leaves the room," said Kerry. "Let's go to your room."

As soon as the door was closed, Sara removed her button up shirt and Kerry took off her jacket. Sara lifted Kerry's T-shirt over her head. She wore a lacy white bra. "Let me help you with that," Sara said, even though she could see it hooked in front. Kerry's nipples were pink rose-colored buds surrounded by honey-colored areolas. Sara kissed them slowly, one at a time.

Kerry unbuttoned Sara's shorts and pulled them halfway down her thighs. They moved together toward Sara's bed. Sara lay down and lifted her legs. Kerry pulled the shorts off and dropped them to the floor. She lay down by Sara and said, "I love your panties. There's something so soft and comforting about a full pair of cotton panties."

"I'm glad you like them. I have a large collection, from silk thongs to boy-short panties, but these are my favorites, too. What kind of panties are you wearing?"

"Why don't you help me off with these jeans, and you can see?"

Without another word, Sara unbuttoned and unzipped Kerry's jeans. Incredibly, Kerry was wearing the same panties!

"You are so gorgeous," Sara said, putting her hand on Kerry's moist panties between her legs.

Just then, Sara felt the urge to poop. It was probably the effect of the popcorn and soda at the movies. Still, she hadn't gone for a couple of days, so she thought it would be a firm poop. She took a deep breath and said, "I like these panties for lots of reasons."

"Like what?"

"One reason is that you can wear short shorts and show off your panties. It's fun to tease the boys. And the girls," she added, kissing Kerry's lip and nibbling her tongue softly.

"That's a good reason. Any others?"

Was Kerry's question headed the way she hoped? Sara wondered. "Well, there is one other reason," she said slowly.

"What's that?"

"You might think it's gross."

"Why not try me?"

Sara knew this was her chance. If she didn't tell now, she might never be able to. "Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm in public and there's no restroom, or the restroom is locked or dirty, or sometimes when I'm in bed and really lazy, I like to, you know, go in my panties."

There. She'd said it. Sara held her breath to see how Kerry would react.

"Go? You mean pee your panties? We all have little accidents," said Kerry.

"I know. But I mean accidentally on purpose. And. . . ."

"Really? I've never peed myself on purpose. Not since I was little, anyway. Is it fun?" She sucked on Sara's left nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good," Sara moaned. "Yes, peeing yourself is one of the greatest feelings in the world. The warm pee floods your panties, and you're all wet, and you can rub your pussy and almost instantly be off to the most delightful orgasm. It's almost as good as. . . ." She hesitated.

"As what? Out with it. If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret."

"Okay, you first."

"Once," Kerry said, "when he was nineteen and I was eighteen, I sucked my brother's cock. He dared me to do it and let his best friend watch. I said I would if his friend would jack off while I did it."

"And did he?"

"Are you kidding? The little pervert had his cock out before I could even pull down my brother's tighty-whities."

"So how was it?"

"It was okay. No big deal. I learned that boys' cum tastes like pee. Salty. Now it's your turn."

"Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm really horny, and when I need to do number two, I like to just go in my panties. I like to poop the whole load in my panties and feel it squeezing out between my ass cheeks right against the panties. As a matter of fact. . . ."

"Yes?" Sara could hear the excitement in Kerry's voice. It was dark outside now. The only light in the room came from the streetlight outside and the small lamp on the desk.

"As it happens, I need to go right now." Sara was almost whispering. She quivered with excitement at the thought of lying in bed and pooping her panties with this beautiful girl.

"Go? You mean poop?"

"Yes."

Kerry slid her fingers under the waistband of Sara's panties. She put her fingers against Sara's throbbing pussy. She leaned close and whispered in Sara's ear, "I want you to poop for me, you dirty girl. I want you to fill your panties. I want to feel your pretty white panties as you poop." Kerry's tongue parted Sara's lips as she finished speaking.

Sara opened her mouth wide. Her tongue found Kerry's. She explored Kerry's mouth with her tongue as Kerry's fingers explored her pussy. Sara put both of her hands inside Kerry's panties and caressed her luscious ass. Sara parted Kerry's ass and found her anus with her right hand. Sara caressed the rosebud of Kerry's ass and relaxed her own muscles.

Sara felt the turd begin to spread her ass cheeks. Sara could tell it was perfectly firm. She moaned in ecstasy, her mouth full of Kerry's tongue. Kerry massaged Sara's ass, her hands running over Sara's white panties. Sara could feel Kerry pressing the panties against her ass. She tightened her muscles a little to prolong the pleasure as far as possible.

Sara could resist no longer. She felt the poop slide out against the panties. Kerry gasped. Their mouths parted. "You're doing it. Sara, you're pooping. You're doing a poo in your panties!"

Sara felt the turd spreading her ass cheeks and pushing against her panties. Kerry held her hands over Sara's ass and the pressure felt wonderful. Sara pushed and groaned and felt another lump of poo emerge from her anus. As she pooped her panties, she squeezed her finger into Kerry's anus.

"Oh, that feels good," said Kerry. "Push harder."

Sara didn't know if Kerry meant for her to push her finger farther into Kerry's bumhole or to push more poop into her panties, but she did both. Sara felt an amazing third large turd burst into her well-filled panties.

As the last of her poo squeezed out into her panties, Sara felt a powerful orgasm beginning. A thousand angels were singing in her pussy and ass, their voices now reaching a crescendo. Just as Sara's orgasm peeked, Kerry took her hands off Sara's ass and thrust them into her own panties. She rubbed furiously at her pussy.

"I'm coming!" Kerry cried out. "I'm coming, and I need to poo!"

Sara hadn't imagined things could get any better. But just as her orgasm began to subside, she felt a warm, firm turd pushing against her finger where she had been massaging Kerry's asshole. She pulled out her finger and snugged Kerry's panties against her cheeks. "Yes, oh, Kerry, I want to feel you poo your panties. Make a big load in your white panties for me!"

Kerry gasped with pleasure. She began to shudder with her own orgasm. Her breath against Sara's neck was hot. Sara ran her hands over Kerry's panties and felt them began to bulge with poo. Just as hers had been, Kerry's poo was the perfect firmness for filling panties.

Too weak from their mutual orgasm to move, they lay still for several minutes.

Sara thrust her tongue in Kerry's ear and breathed deeply her warm, girly smell. "Are you sure you never pooped your panties before? You're so good at it, I'd have guessed you were an old hand at panty-pooping."

"Until tonight, I was a panty-pooping virgin. I'm glad I lost my panty-poo virginity with you. There are three weeks of school left. Just think how much we can poop in three weeks. We'd better go panty shopping tomorrow."

"I agree," Sara said, and sighed. They drifted off to sleep, still lying in each other's arms, naked except for their white, poop-filled panties.



Kerry Finds a Way to go to College



If you were to ask her neighbors and friends, Kerry was the epitome of a good girl. She was always there to help her parents, her siblings and her friends. She volunteered for a number of community events and while not a straight A student she worked hard and never did worse then a C in any of her classes. She recently graduated form high school and she had a great background for college. Now at 20, she looked forward to getting her degree and making something of herself. 

While a very attractive girl, Kerry was not the most beautiful girl in her school. She was tall for a girl, almost 5'9" and she looked flat and skinny. At best she was a B cup and her hips and chest measured about 33 to 34 inches, depending on the time of month. Her hair was a curly mousy brown and she let it grow just beyond her shoulders. She was attractive but she would be even more so as she aged.

One Sunday after returning home from church services, Kerry, her younger sister and two younger brothers, were all brought together by their parents. What her parents had to say was that they would not be capable of helping any of their children with college expenses. Life was too difficult for them and while the kids could live at home indefinitely, there was just no money for them to spare for books and tuition let alone room and board at a college.

Kerry was at first devastated. Her dream of college had been shattered. Over the next couple of days she came to the understanding that if this was truly something she wanted she would have to find a way to get there. She could work, save some money and start off at the local community college. She could live at home and pay for her own books and tuition. It would be very hard but she knew that she had to try.

Kerry found that she enjoyed working at the local mall selling clothing at a trendy woman's wear shop. By the time she was ready to start school the next fall she ad comfortably set aside enough for tuition and books. She would continue this job while in school to make sure she had gas money and to save for future tuition bills. That first semester, while hard, showed Kerry that she could do this and she was beginning to look happily towards the future and going away to finish her career.

That night at dinner the floor fell out from beneath her as her parents told her they would need her to contribute to the household income. They were sorry but they needed the money to pay bills and put good on the table. Kerry could not and would not refuse her parents in their time of need. Although she would give all she could she was saddened that her career ambition was going to be at least derailed or maybe even cancelled. She went out into the back yard and sat on a bench that had rested beneath the trees for as long as she could remember. She tried to think of way to take care of her family without sacrificing her life but was coming up empty and the realization showed on her face.

"Kerry what's got you so down and out, your boyfriend dump you?"

It was her neighbor Mrs. Smyth. 

"Oh Mrs. Smyth, no I am jut trying to work out some problems. How are you tonight?"

"Oh probably the same as you only I'm old enough to realize that my problems are not life ending, why so sad?"

Kerry told Mrs. Smyth all about her college and career dreams and the recent news about her parents needs. Mrs. Smyth nodded as she listened and then took Kerry's hand in hers.

"Kerry believe me when I tell you that everything will be fine. This is not the end of the world for you. In fact my husband Sam and I might have something that might help you keep those dreams. Why don't you come to our house tomorrow night for dinner and Sam and I will go over that and see what you think?"

"Gee, Mrs. Smyth..."

"Kerry, for anything to happen for you, you have to show me how mature you are and start calling me Betsy, OK?"

"I guess I can do that...Betsy..."

"Ok lets see you around 6 tomorrow night, OK?"

"Thanks Betsy I'll be there."

The following night Kerry rang the bell at the Smyth's at exactly 6. When the door opened she was surprised to find that a girl about her height and age was there and she said.

"You must be Kerry, I'm Isabelle but please call me Izzy."

"Hi, Izzy I'm here to have dinner with the Smyth's or should I say Sam and Betsy."

Kerry smiled as she said this feeling all grown up and excited about the possibility of her life going more as planned that she had hoped it would just last night.

"Come on in, Kerry. Sam and Betsy invited me here because I accepted their offer almost four ears ago and they felt you and I might relate to one another. But more about that later, lets go eat!"

Although Kerry was more interested in the offer the Smyth's had for her she did her best to maintain the small talk through dinner, getting more and more inpatient for the facts to come out. Finally, after a wonderful desert, Sam stood up and said.

"Kerry, Betsy and Izzy are going to tell you everything and I am going to the garage to get out of the way while you ladies talk. I will only say that I hope you have the patience to listen to the whole story. If things go well then I will see you in the garage later."

No sooner had Sam left then Izzy said to me.

"Kerry I believe in straight talk. This job is basically one of prostitution!"

"What??????"

Kerry was stunned. A prostitute never I could never she said over and over to herself but when she looked at Izzy and Betsy they were on the verge of laughing so she said. Kerry asked.

"What's so funny?"

Betsy replied.

"The look on your face is exactly what I expected and it is a pleasure to see it. Please give us some time to explain then if your not interested you can leave and no problems. OK?"

"OK I'll listen but I can't promise you I would even think of selling my body."

Betsy and Izzy went on to explain that yes, she would for lack of a better term be a prostitute. But they explained she would be a very select and high priced lady of the evening and that if she did this not only would her tuition be paid, books, lab fees and room and board but that by the time she graduated she would have a nice nest egg to start her life. She would also be able to give her parents enough money to help them out.

Izzy, it turns out went to work for the Smyth's four years ago. She will graduate this spring with no debts and a little over $50,000 in the bank to get her going in her career. She explained that as she attended the state university, she worked part time in the Smyth's restaurant in the city. It was a classy place and was used to actually show customers the women that were available. If someone wanted a woman for the night it would all be arranged and the girl would meet the client in a townhouse maintained for this work. The girl and the client had their fun and the client paid the Smyth's. The Smyth's paid the tuition, gave the girl some spending cash and put some money away for after graduation.

There was to be no soliciting clients on street corners, no girl was sold to do anything she didn't want or like to do and all clients had to wear condoms. The girls also had medical coverage and were required to have regular check ups. There was a 'panic" button in the workhouses though Izzy admitted she never came close to using it.

"So, what you're telling me is that this is prostitution, that you sold your body and your OK with that?"

"I will admit, like you I was horrified at first but I knew that to get where I wanted to go I needed to do something. Working a part time job in a mall just wasn't going to cut it. I'd thought about all the guys I had had sex with for the equivalent of a movie and a cheap dinner and while it's no justification I decided that if my body could pay for more then that I would give it a try. You know what I mean?"

"Well, yeah I guess so. It's just such a leap of dramatic proportions to think of myself as a whore or prostitute."

"Well, yeah I agree. This isn't for everyone but if you can do it the sky is the limit." 

They talked a long while and Kerry was becoming interested in the idea. She liked the sex she had had, though it often was over so quick it was hard to tell if she was doing it right and she asked.

"How do you know if your are good enough for this? I mean all of my experiences, and there were not all that many have been OK but nothing of the spectacular nature you read about in adult novels!"

"Kerry you have to understand that what sells is our young firm bodies and our mental willingness to allow a strange guy or girl for that matter to enjoy themselves and experience maybe one of their own fantasies. The actual sex is not always the important part. But just to make you feel more confident, it's not hard to be good at it, it all starts in your mind."

"What do you mean Izzy?"

"Simple, Kerry. Most of my clients are thrilled because I want to have sex. They don't need to bargain or talk me into it. I want it, I've been paid and I am their toy for the time they paid for. Right there is enough to make me "great" in bed. See?" 

An hour or so later Betsy asked the one question she had for Kerry.

"Kerry, yes or no?"

Kerry thought about it for a few minutes and said. 

"Betsy, if you and Izzy think I can do this, I am willing to try. What do I do now?"

"Kerry, you need to walk out to the garage and do whatever Sam asks. It will be hard for you, but if you are ever going to the kind of girl to sell your body then it all starts now."

Kerry sat there for what seemed to her an eternity knowing that if she went to the garage her whole life would change. However after all the talk she had come to believe that if she could do this then the change would be for the better so she stood and went to the garage.

She was a little stunned to see that the garage was completely furnished as an office with a desk and chair and a sofa against the wall. Sam was at his desk and looked up at Kerry as she entered.

"Kerry I want you to strip for me let me see the body we will be selling."

There it was. It was time for her to see if she had the strength to do this to be the prostitute. She reached up to begin unbuttoning her blouse she shrugged it off allowing it to pile on the floor at her feet and immediately removed her pants, then her bra and lastly her panties. She stood naked in front of a man and was able to hold his eye in hers as she did so.

"Very nice body Kerry. I have a few rules that the women did not cover. As long as you work for me you will continue to dress like you do now, very non descript. You will not going on a spending spree and you will not pierce or tattoo your body at all. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You will work in the restaurant as you can based on your school work. You will have certain hours to be there and you will also pick up some other shifts as well. Come over here and take out my cock and suck it."

Kerry closed the distance and knelt in front of Sam opening his trousers and puling his hardening cock out. Looking at it fore a moment she started to shove it in her mouth and suck it.

"Slow down Kerry. Take it out and lick it. I want you to adore it, make me think you love it then slowly suck on it as you take it in and out."

Kerry did as she was instructed and found that she did enjoy it, she was having a good time doing this.

"Kerry you will not join sororities or do anything to make you stand out while you're in college. This whole operation is set up to protect you and your reputation so that when you leave us, you will not have something that someone can use against you later. All jobs will be completed in the privacy of houses we own and no one will ever know your real name or where you live. Yes, that's good keep doing that."

Kerry was totally enjoying Sam's cock. The few times she had tried this with her boyfriends they had all pushed her head down and fucked her mouth and came so quickly that this was a new experience for her. She was enjoying the feeling of his taut skin and how the large mushroom head popped as she took it in and let it out.

"Kerry I want you to get up on the desk and lay on your back. Let your head hang over the edge and put your feet on the other corners and prop your knees up. That's right, perfect. Now I am going to try to put my cock as far in your mouth and hopefully down your throat, just relax I won't hurt you."

Sam slid his cock into Kerry's mouth and although she was apprehensive she did her best to relax and let him do what he wanted. Sam took it slow and with each thrust into her mouth he went a little deeper. When he pushed down into her throat she gagged and convulsed on the desk and he slid back out to allow her to catch her breath.

"Kerry you're doing well just stay relaxed."

As Sam slid his hard cock back into her mouth Kerry senses a presence between her legs and felt someone's warm breath on her damp pussy. She soon felt a tongue beginning to lick her down there and she realized it had to be either Izzy or Betsy and she was at first stunned that she would allow another woman to do that. After a few minutes she relaxed and realized she was enjoying this so much more then when any of her past boyfriends had tried this. Whoever was licking her not hot pussy was hitting all the right spots, taking her mind away and allowing her body to enjoy the sensations.

She was so into what was happening to her, feeling the onset of an orgasm that she forgot about the hard cock in her mouth and the fact that it was easily sliding in and out of her throat. Kerry had never been so sexually stimulated and she was prepared to unleash a major orgasm in just a few more strokes.

Just as she felt she was ready to blow the tongue stopped and Sam's cock withdrew from her. She heard herself moan and as she started to reach for her own pussy to finish Sam grabbed her hand.

"No, Kerry you are not to cum yet. I am putting a condom on and then you are going to be fucked. And while I fuck you, you will return the favor to both Izzy and Betsy with your tongue and your hands."

Kerry watched as Sam slipped a condom on and then moved between her legs. She now noticed that both Izzy and Betsy were in the room, naked and on either side of her head. Betsy straddled her face placing her own pussy close to Kerry's mouth and Izzy leaned over and began to suck on Kerry's hard tender nipples.

As Kerry tentatively licked at Betsy's wet hot cunt, she felt her hand being moved between Izzy's legs and soon felt the slippery wetness of Izzy's hot cunt at her fingertips. Sam had lined up his cock and was entering her own pussy as her hands fingered Izzy and her tongue licked at Betsy's cunt.

Oh god what an amazing experience for her. Sam was riding her now orgasming pussy, Betsy was dripping her hot juices into her mouth, Izzy's cunt was grasping at her two fingers as they plunged into and out of her box and her tits were being licked sucked and tugged by Izzy's mouth and hand. Her body was flying into an orgasm so large that she almost blacked out. Sam's cock was driving her pussy over the edge and she felt herself thrusting back at him trying to get him as deep into her as she could.

She felt her body explode and realized she had her first real orgasm. She had played with herself many times but never had she experienced anything this massive and intense. She was so into the aftershocks and continuing tingling throughout her body that she didn't realize that Sam's cock had invaded her virgin asshole until he had bottomed out inside her backdoor.

That realization and the feeling of her ass being fucked pushed her even higher and she heard her own delirious words tumbling from her in a nonsense way.

"Oh Sam Oh my Oh my Oh my, ahhhhhh yesssssss fuck my ass yesssssss oh Betsy you taste so damn gooddddd, yessssssssssssssss."

She was a wreck, but a pleased and happy wreck. When Sam pulled his cock out of her ass and stripped off the condom she was ready to beg him to go back into her, any hole she was ready to say. The Sam spoke to her.

"Kerry now you need to finish me off with your mouth and we will see how well you handle a man cuming in your mouth and on your face."

Kerry virtually leaped up and pulled Sam's hard well-used cock into her mouth, she could not wait to taste him again, to kiss that fat mushroom head and thank that cock for fucking her so well. She laved that monster over and over, sliding it a deep into her mouth as she could trying to suck his cum out not wanting to wait for it. She was soon to be rewarded as she felt that wonderful cock begin to twitch in her hot mouth. When the first jet of hot white cum erupted in her mouth she was unable to keep it all in there and a lot of it dribbled down the side of her mouth. Sam then pulled his erupting cock from her mouth and the next shot of jism sprayed her face and hair. What and erotic feeling to have that hot white sticky fluid dripping down her face. She felt Sam slide his cock back into her mouth and soon she was swallowing as fast as she could trying not to lose any of this precious fluid.

Finally it all died down and as all of them gathered around her spent body they each began to stroke her. Sam and Betsy were stroking her sore and aching tits while Izzy was using her tongue to attack Kerry's well-fucked pussy.

"How did I do guys? Will I make a good whore?"

"Kerry you'll do fine, in fact you may end up being one of the best. Now rest. Let us use our hands and tongues on you for a while before you go home."

Sam said this as Kerry was slipping into another orgasm from Izzy active tongue. 

"Kerry we will get together tomorrow to get you entered into school, get you a uniform for the restaurant and anything else to get you started, OK?"

Kerry could only nod her head as she allowed her orgasm to take control of her body. Rocking with the sensations she drifted off to sleep. She pondered her new job and briefly wondered why she had never thought of this before. She looked forward to "going to work" knowing that she was going to have a better time at this then anyone could have imagined.



Kerry Katona's Revenge?



Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not Kerry Katona, as much as I would like to have certain parts of her anatomy. I have absolutely no affiliation with Kerry Katona or any other celebrity, and do not claim they act this way in real life. This is however my first attempt at a first person perspective I would love to hear some feedback.

This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story!

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I followed my guide through the small alleys as I was led away from my hotel. It was a good hotel, very expensive and they had provided me with a English speaking guide just as I had asked.

Traveling alone was not my idea of fun but this was only for a couple of hours before a photo shoot. My two friends were off drinking in a bar on the beach but I had to stay sober for the shoot. So my friends suggested that I get a guide to show me round the city for a couple of hours and then after the shoot I could play catch up with them.

It had been two days since the morning I found out that my fiancé Bryan had messed around with a stripper on his stag night. I was devastated. My dreams were shattered; my dream man had cheated on me. Despite all he had promised he had slept with a stripper, a little slut who was surely laughing at me behind my back. In fact I felt like the whole world was laughing behind my back. I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for the papers.

Before I go any further I'd better introduce myself properly, I am Kerry Katona, formerly of the UK pop group Atomic Kitten. For those who don't know, I left Atomic Kitten when I gave birth to my first child Molly. Molly's father is Bryan McFadden singer in the Irish boy band Westlife. If you hadn't guessed Bryan was my fiancée at the time of this little chapter in my life.

I have a reputation as a party girl who likes to have fun, but I think sometimes that the reputation is a little unfounded. Though if you want to see what I look like, with or without clothes, then a Google image search will show you all you want. Don't you just love the way past mistakes come back to haunt you.

In tears I called my best mate, within half an hour she was over at my flat, within an hour I had booked, and paid for, three tickets for the two of us plus one of her friends to go to Spain that evening.

After frantically packing I made a few calls and we all headed to the airport and a party to help me forget all about it. We had certainly partied. Two days of non stop drinking and girly fun poking our tongues out a the photographers. Showing them I didn't care, showing them I wasn't bother. It was all lies, I wasn't ok, and I was hurt.

Then my agent had phoned and pointed out that the papers had been filled with pictures of me drunk for the last two days and that I ought to get some better pictures taken for the papers. So a photo shoot had been arranged.

So here I was following this English-speaking guide into the back streets of a very foreign very odd city. At least no one was following me somehow we had given the cameras the slip.

The further we went, the more the alleys became flanked with little shops with traders selling their wares, from silks, to rugs, to jewelry. The smells were sometimes enticing, sometimes disgusting, but my senses were being swarmed with new sensations it was amazing.

It didn't bother me that at just over five foot with long blonde hair and my huge augmented breasts I stood out like a sore thumb amongst the locals. I was too busy feeling good. I had put a bit of weight on over the last couple of days and it seemed to have all gone on my breasts, swelling them even bigger than normal. As far as I was concerned I was slim and busty and looking good, and sod off if you don't agree.

I was wearing a pair of trainers and at the top of my tanned legs was a short denim skirt. On my upper half I was wearing a simple t-shirt. It was tight and clung around my huge breasts. If you couldn't tell by now I am very proud of my breasts and I try and always dress to emphasise them; this was one of my more successful days.

The guide stopped suddenly and pointed to a small shop, ducking down slightly he went in and I followed him in. I wondered where he was leading me. Inside he stopped and pointed at a rack.

"You should try this on, it look good on you," My guide said in broken English. He was quite a handsome guy. He was young, I would have aged him about 19 and he was tanned, but he didn't look like a local. He was cute, and I liked his smile and his friendly eyes. I'd only clocked him looking at my breasts once. I didn't mind; I liked the attention so I'd smiled at him.

I looked at the item he was indicating; it was a small gold halter made of a metallic material. It looked very small and very out of place in the middle of this tiny backwards place. It crossed my mind that it might well have been a top for a belly dancer or some other exotic performer.

I looked at it for a long moment. "What the hell," I thought, "you only live once." Taking the top off the rail I smiled at my guide and he returned my smile and then walked towards the counter.

He spoke to the person behind the counter, the language was fast foreign and low, I strained to pick up any words but couldn't recognise anything.

I waited for a moment now alone in the middle of the shop whilst they talked, obviously about me. After a moment my guide walked to a doorway to the right of the counter. He beckoned me to follow him through. Obediently I followed him through, I found myself in a narrow corridor that seemed to go on quite a distance and had what looked like 10 doors off it.

I walked down the corridor towards the third door on the right, the only door open. I reached it and peered in. My guide was standing just inside the small room. It had one mirror in it and what looked like a small bed at the back. The room looked and smelt dirty. But it was certainly anonymous, and no one was going to start looking for me here.

I stepped into the room and looked at him. He just stood there looking back at me.

"Do you mind?" I asked him indicating the door to the room.

"Sorry, madam. It is normal for the man to stay in here, but if you wish it I can wait outside the door."

"Well if you don't mind," I said grinning at him he was kind of cute. He smiled, turned, and left.

I quickly had my t-shirt and bra off and stood in the room topless. I paused for a moment to look at my body. I couldn't help looking at myself. My breasts that had been large before looked even bigger with the extra weight. My waist wasn't as slim but that didn't bother me too much.

As far as I was concerned I looked good, really good. I cupped my breasts and pushed them together and was pleased at how deep my cleavage looked.

I picked up the top and held it up to my chest. It was going to be a tight fit but I would be able to get it on especially seeing as how the top tied at the back and behind my head.

I easily tied the knot behind my neck but I could tell immediately that I wouldn't be able to pull the cords tight enough to be able to have enough cord to tie a knot behind my back. In simple words my boobs were too big for the top. It is a common problem that I have with my boobs, the one down side. What I ought to have done is given up trying to get the top on and gone back to the hotel. Unfortunately that is not what I did.

Holding the two straps behind my back I opened the door and called the guide into the room. I indicated the two straps and asked him to tie a knot in them.

Without much warning he pulled the cords backwards and tied a knot in it. He had the top so tight that the material of the fabric crushed my breasts. I glanced at myself in the mirror and you could clearly see the outline of my nipples.

He spun me round and looked at the top. I could see his eyes almost popping out of his head as he looked at my breasts blatantly.

"Very sexy," he said with a smile.

I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. The top was tiny compared to my breasts. The top barely held them, and it looked as though any moment they would swell up over the top. The top did make my cleavage look magnificent though. I ran a hand over the shiny fabric and pushed my breasts together a bit more. I liked that top, it might have been a couple of sizes too small, but I could see some uses for it.

"Good choice," I said as I turned back to face him. I instantly noticed that he had a different expression on his face. It was an odd expression; he was just looking straight into my eyes. We just stood there looking at each other for a few moments saying nothing. Unsure of what was about to happen.

I'm not sure who moved towards whom, but before I knew it we were kissing each other passionately. Our tongues were teasing each others, we were nibbling at each other. We were kissing like two people who wanted each other so badly. Kissing like two people who needed each other. Kissing like two single people. Only I wasn't single, I was engaged. Well he wasn't to know I wasn't single he didn't even know who I was and as for Bryan? It would serve him right.

I felt his hands roam my body, feeling my breasts, feeling my back, feeling my arse. His hands moved quickly and my body tingled in every place he touched. I groaned with pleasure as we continued our fevered kissing and I pushed my body closer to his so that my breasts were against his firm chest.

Then without warning and without breaking our kiss he pulled me over to the bed. Before I knew what was happening I was lying back on the bed with my skirt rucked up around my stomach, my thong on the floor, my legs wide apart and his face between them kissing my inner thighs.

He kissed my thighs teasing me, taunting me, making me gasp as he occasionally brushed against my pussy. He continued kissing my thighs gently, the anticipation was driving me wild. I was getting very aroused. All I could think of was the actions of his lips and tongue.

When he finally buried his tongue into my pussy, I was more than ready for him. My whole body surged and my pulse began to race.

It felt as though it couldn't get any better, then he found my clitoris. Alternating between sucking and licking within minutes he had me panting. I felt the beginnings of an orgasm tingling within me. I began to moan and cry out as the pleasure began to build and build consuming my whole body.

I began to buck my hips, his tongue followed my clit wherever it went. My body had no chance. When the orgasm hit me it was all consuming. My whole body felt the pleasure and I cried out in a deep guttural moan of pleasure.

As my climax finally subsided I looked down at him, he seemed so pleased with himself, so happy that I had cum so loudly and powerfully and so quickly. He had every right to feel smug; his tongue was certainly very skillful.

He sat up and his erection was at his waist almost touching his tight stomach muscles he looked at me with eyes and I knew what he was thinking. He wanted me to return the favour. I have this thing, I don't like giving people head. I don't know why but I never have done; I will normally do it in a relationship but never on a one night stand.

"No, no," I said shaking my head, hoping that he would understand my meaning. But unfortunately he remained sitting there looking at me expectantly.

"But it is fair," he simply said.

I looked at him, his handsome face, his toned body, his cute smile, I thought quickly, then gulped and lowered my head. I hated myself at the time for caving in and I still hate myself now. But at the time I couldn't see what was wrong with doing it. I had no idea where I was, in a strange city, unable to speak the language and no one knew who I was. Besides any of that he was a good looking guy who had just given me the best orgasm of my life to that date. It did kind of feel rude to refuse to give him head and I definitely didn't want to spoil the mood, I couldn't wait for what I was hopping would be coming later.

So gently at first I began kissing his erection, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. I was just licking the shaft and kissing it gently whilst pumping him gently with my hand. I managed to just doing that for a good five minutes when he decided that it obviously wasn't good enough for him. Firstly he moved my hand away and then he somehow moved my head and his erection simultaneously and before I knew it I had a mouth full of cock. I looked up and glared at him to try and tell him to behave but he simply smiled back with his cute smile. "Damn it," I said to myself and I started bobbing my head on his cock whilst using my tongue to stimulate the underside of his cock.

Whilst my mouth and head were busy I felt one of his hands cup one of my tits through the gold top. It felt good, he was being gentle with my breast admiring, it and caressing it. Supporting the heavy weight of it whilst rubbing my nipple I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

Then I felt his other hand slide up to my face. He wrapped it in my long hair and gently stroked my face his touch was soft and gentle.

He wasn't gentle for long though, after a few moments his hand slid to the back of my head and he began to increase his pressure, slowly forcing my head down onto his erection. It was slow at first and I thought he was going to stop after a few moments.

But he didn't, he carried on pushing, and the hand on my tits began to get rougher. It began clawing and squeezing them roughly. I tried to push him off but he held me too firmly. His erection began to slide into my throat and I realised I had no choice but to try and swallow it. I gagged involuntarily. The horrible retching noise filled my ears but he didn't stop. In fact he seemed to like it as he increased his cruel mauling of my tits. I was desperate but I could do nothing, I couldn't breath, I couldn't push him off. I was helpless all I could do was try and control my gagging and use my tongue to caress him.

After what seemed like an eternity he slid his cock out of my mouth. Before I had time to react he roughly dragged my left breast out of the little gold top. He groped and squeezed my tit roughly. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop but he used the opportunity to bury his cock once more into my mouth. Though this time he started bobbing my head with his hand so that the tip of his cock slid in and out of my throat. My throat made stomach churning squelching noises as he forced himself in and out. I raised my hand to push him away but he knocked them aside.

All I could do was concentrate on breathing as he roughly fucked my throat relentlessly. I closed my eyes and wished the ordeal were over--but my wishes weren't answered as he continued. I began to fear that he would cum into my throat I would be forced to swallow it or I would chock on it.

Mercifully he stopped and he pulled his cock from my mouth. I was about to go ballistic with him, and tell him what an arsehole he was but he pressed a long kiss on my lips. He was certainly a good kisser. I felt all my anger disappear as his tongue caressed mine. I kissed him back passionately with lust and I quickly forgot what he had just done to me.

I felt his hands ease my other breast out of the gold top. Both of them were now exposed to the attention of his hands. He seemed to be less violent with them all of a sudden. He was gently pushing them together and caressing the nipples.

He moved his mouth down to kiss and suck on my breasts, his soft tongue lapped at my nipples erotically. He kissed each breast in turn, then he started running his tongue up and down my cleavage.

By the time he was finished my breasts were covered in his saliva, I couldn't help noticing how good they looked in the mirror as the light glinted off the spit that coated them.

He then kissed me on the lips and pushed me backwards onto the small bed. He moved so that he was sitting astride my stomach and he didn't break the kiss once. It crossed my mind that he must be very light before I realised he was supporting himself on his knees. His hands sought out my hands and moved them to my breasts. I knew what he wanted.

I often have to give tit wanks; with boobs the size of mine it seems that's what all men are desperate to do to me. I have no problem giving them, it's just that they don't really do a lot for me. It's another one of those things that is for the guy. Still if it gets me what I want I don't mind, it's not even as if it requires much effort. So I pushed my breasts tight together and he broke of the kiss.

He then slid his cock in between my breasts and he began to pump away. All I had to do was keep my breasts pushed together and lick the tip of his cock whenever it protruded above my breasts. As he thrusted away he slid a finger into mouth. Knowing what he wanted I began to suck it as provocatively as I could.

After about five minutes of this he looked as though he would be happy fucking my breasts for the rest of the afternoon, so I decided to hurry him up.

"Come on, I want to feel you in me," I said in my best 'fuck me' voice.

He looked down at me and nodded and without much ceremony he repositioned himself between my legs. He kissed me long and hard and at the same time his lips touched mine he buried his cock to the hilt in my pussy.

I let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as his cock filled me. I was still very aroused from when he went down of me, which is how I was able to take him so easily.

One of his hands slid down to caress my clit and the other one cupped and squeezed my breasts.

He began to thrust into me powerfully. On each thrust he sank his cock all the way into me, and then pulled it all the way out. He began to build up a rhythm of steady powerful thrusts. All the while his fingers were doing a merry dance on my defenceless clit.

He was good. He was very good. It wasn't long before I began to feel the first tingling of an orgasm building up. I couldn't believe it, he had only just started and here I was beginning to orgasm.

He seemed to notice the way my breath caught in my throat, or the way my chest began to flush as he smiled and began picking up speed and building a faster rhythm.

I began moving my hips to meet his, to build up momentum. To try and get more of him in me, just to get more cock. I felt myself pant faster and I could feel a warmth building in my body as it began to be consumed by the orgasm. My whole body was quivering; my breasts were sloshing around on my chest. I was bucking and twisting like a wild animal. I was crying out in pleasure it was so good. I was cumming, my hips were grinding against his and then they stopped, my whole body seemed to stop as the first wave of pleasure washed over me.

He didn't stop. As I was cumming he continued to thrust into me and caress my clit. I could instantly feel another wave coming even before the first had completely gone. It was so good; the second batch of waves began to wash over my body. I began bucking more wildly than I had before; I began to moan louder than I had before. It was amazing. He was amazing; he was taking me to new heights of pleasure.

He was good.

"Fuck me harder," I begged him. "Fuck me with all of your strength."

He responded and I felt the second climax arrive. My poor body tensed up and quivered as it hit me. My whole body was consumed with the exquisite delight if it.

I had never felt so satisfied by a man but he wasn't stopping, he continued to pound into me, with a firm rhythm. I felt like I couldn't take any more the pleasure was almost too much. But as I felt the third orgasm build I knew there was nothing I could do.

I was bucking and moaning like a wild woman, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I thrashed: my body looked incredible. Especially with my skirt round my waist and the gold top around my neck.




Kerry Katona's Revenge?



As I felt the third orgasms climax about to take me, I felt him move his hand from my clit. I then felt him quickly pushing a finger into my anus. I couldn't help but moan at the extra stimulation. As my hips bucked with pleasure I could feel my own actions forcing the finger deeper into my arse.

The third orgasm when it hit was the biggest, and I finally stopped screaming and I could make no noise. As the orgasm washed over me it took all of my strength, it took everything I couldn't move I was locked in a position as wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure washed through my entire body.

After the third orgasm subsided he stopped and looked at me with a grin. All I could do was smile contentedly. I felt so good, so warm, I moved my hands to my belly.

"That was wonderful," I whispered.

Without saying a word he smiled at me, and kissed me with a slow lingering kiss.

He broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. He certainly had handsome eyes, very sincere, or at least so I thought at the time.

"Roll over." He whispered to me.

After how good he had just made me feel I wasn't going to refuse this man anything.. So I obediently rolled over and waited for him to mount me doggy style. I bent over onto the bed with my feet on the floor and arms propping me up on the mattress.

He rubbed a solid hand over my back and whispered again.

"Spread your ass cheeks."

I started to get a sinking feeling, but for some reason did as he asked I lay forward freeing my arms. My face and breasts pressed into the bed and my arse was sticking high in the air. Then I pulled my ass cheeks apart with my hands revealing my pussy and anus to him as he commanded.

I felt the tip of his cock press lightly against the entrance to my ass and I prepared myself for the worst. I found it hard to believe what I was doing, here I was voluntarily offering up my anus for this stranger to do with as he wanted.

I have had anal sex before, but I wouldn't say that I enjoyed it. My boyfriends had enjoyed it, but then they would! On most one night stands just the thought of taking me up the arse is enough to make most men cum. So I normally get out of having to actually go through with it. Unfortunately for me, and my arse, this was not going to be one of those occasions.

He quickly moved me round so that I could see myself in the mirror and he could see my face. The bastard wanted to see my face as he fucked my arse.

He pushed himself forward and buried the tip of himself into me. I gasped.

"Gently," I whispered.

To be honest I knew I was wasting my breath. He wasn't going to be gentle with me no matter how much I begged. So I tried to angle myself for his ease; I realised a long time ago that it is much less painful to make things easier for the guy, especially when he was going in unlubed.

He wasn't small and he hadn't given me chance to get used to the him. I wanted him to stay still for a few moments for me to get used to the feeling, to be able to take the first bit of pain. But he didn't, instead he began increasing the pressure, which automatically seemed to increase the pain as my anus stretched around his cock.

He carried on pushing. Pushing further and further. Pushing deeper and deeper. Pushing agonisingly slowly past my straining anus into my rectum. It seemed to take forever. Every time he paused I hoped he was in as far as he could go and the pain wouldn't get worse. But he just resumed pushing into me and the pain got worse.

He just carried on pushing himself in, deeper and deeper. I felt full; it felt like his cock was going to come out of my mouth. I looked over to the mirror to see how much further he had to go. To my horror he was hardly in at all. I looked at him he was smiling; it was a stark contrast to my face with its mask of pain. If he noticed, he didn't appear to care.

I gasped and tried to hide my head in the pillow with my teeth clenched as I fought the pain. I screamed in to the pillow in pain, I felt sure that any moment he would see that I was in pain and he would stop, he would kiss me again and everything would be ok. It didn't happen.

After what seemed like an hour he was in all the way. I could just about feel his balls touching against my pussy. Although I couldn't really feel much my straining arse was all I could feel.

After a few moments when he did nothing he pulled completely out of my anus. I thought that it was over and he had taken mercy on me. I breathed a sign of relief.

I was very wrong. He quickly rammed himself balls deep in my anus again! He had simply waited for my anus to shrink again and then he had forced his way in again. I was in agony--I'm sure it felt good for him--but I was in hell.

My ass seemed to be burning, the pain was getting too much for me. I screamed again but the bed muffled my cries. Yet I still lay there for him holding my arse apart submissively for him. I had put myself completely at his mercy and he was taking advantage of my body. He didn't seem to care about me, to him I was just a nice tight anus for him to pillage.

He pulled out and repeated the move again. This brought a fresh scream to my lips. It hurt so much, it was like I couldn't move for the pain, I couldn't think of anything else but the pain it was all consuming.

He did it twice more. Each time the pain was worse than before. Each time it brought a scream to my lips. Each time I felt violated. Each time I should have pushed him off. Each time I could have stopped offering my arse. Each time I convinced myself he had stopped.

Each time I was wrong.

At the end of the fourth time he began to pump his hips gently and he began to slide his cock slowly back and forth in my arse hole. I felt a hand move to caress my clit. The pain had been so bad before that this felt like nothing. In fact the pain began to turn into something else.

He continued fucking my arse and it started to feel good, it started to feel very good.

I instinctively started to move my body with him, and before I knew it he was fucking my arse hard and fast.

It felt so wrong, I looked at myself in the mirror as he fucked me up the arse. Here I was Kerry Katona being sodomized by a complete stranger. Even the thought of what I looked like was turning me on. But I could do more than imagine what I looked like. I could see myself in the mirror. I looked. My top around my neck, my breasts pooled to the side, my skirt around my waist, my arse high in the air. I looked so sluttish, so sexy, and so dirty; my feelings were driving me wild.

I was just his big-breasted whore.

There was just something so wrong and erotic about being taken the way I was being taken. There was no respect between us, he was fucking me like the big-breasted whore I was and I was letting him do it and I was loving it. At that moment it felt as if he had conquered me, there was something so base about what we were doing.

I could feel another orgasm building inside of me it was going to be a big one. I could feel it coming. I couldn't believe I was going to cum from anal sex.

It wasn't to be. Without warning his cock sunk into my arse once more all the way, and it was his turn to spasm.

I could feel his hips jerking as he filled my arse with his semen. He was shooting it deep into my bowels. I could feel the spurts of cum inside my bowels. It was so permanent; it felt as if he was cumming deeper in me than any other man. It didn.'t feel right, my orgasm was so close, it would have made up for my ordeal. It would have made me feel good. Instead his cum was spreading inside me as spurt after spurt shot up into me and I all I did was burry my head in frustration.

Then as he finished he seemed to be no longer able to support his weight and he leant all his weight on me. I collapsed onto the bed, my legs no longer strong enough to support both of our weight; I could feel him pop out of my arse as we did so. I smiled at myself weakly in the mirror, I had been buggered and had got nothing, it wasn't a good feeling. After all the pain, the orgasm had felt like it was going to be huge, but now it was receding. I had let myself been used as never before and had got nothing.

I felt his lips press against mine and we shared a long deep kiss. I started to feel better.

He broke the kiss and leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Kerry," he whispered, "I lied to you."

I was shocked his voice had changed. He no longer spoke with any sort of foreign accent. His voice now sounded as if he was from the Home Counties. He also knew my name. He knew who I was. It hadn't been anonymous, he knew who I was. I began to panic, was it a set up. Was it a paparazzi trick.

I sat up on the bed quickly, I instantly regretted it when my anus reminded me it had just had a very healthy portion of cock shoved up it. I tried to find words, there were so many I was speechless. I didn't know what to say to him.

"Look, I'm not a local, I'm not even a guide. I'm a big fan of yours Kerry, it's a long story but you have always been my perfect woman."

I just looked at him in disbelief, I was so confused, I didn't know whether to be angry, hurt or even flattered.

"Kerry, I couldn't believe my luck when I realised I was staying in your hotel. I was going to come up to you and say hello but your friend grabbed me first. She asked me what I was doing and when I explained that I was going to introduce myself she told me not too and that she had a better idea. She asked me to pretend to be foreign and to show you around the city as your guide. I'm so sorry Kerry."

I couldn't believe it, my so called friend had set me up with this man. So that is what she had meant when she said that my luck was about to change. It complicated matters though. I had enjoyed most of our session but I was happier thinking that it was anonymous and he had no idea who I was. That way I was sure no one would find out what I had let him do to me. Those kind of revelations would be sure to hit the front pages of the tabloids.

Then it struck me. He had known full well who I was and he had still treated me like a big-breasted fuck slut. But then had I acted like one. Had I asked for it? Did I try and stop him? I didn't know quite what to make of it all, I knew I needed to work a few things out. I certainly didn't feel quite so clever any more.

My little way of getting back at Bryan seemed to have backfired big style. How would I ensure this man wouldn't sell his story, how could I tell him what we had done was a one off. I wasn't even sure if I wanted it to be a one off. I suppose the first thing I would have to do is find out what he wanted now. What if Bryan found out what I'd done, we'd be over for sure! I'd always been a little prissy with Bryan. Bryan had never had my anus the way this guy had, but what bothered me most was that I had never let Bryan cum in my arse, and I hadn't even tried to stop this guy doing it.

I was about to reply to him when my mobile started ringing.

"Hello?" I said as I answered it.

"Kerry, where are you?" I recognised the voice of my agent. "I have the photographers here waiting for you."

"O shit the shoot," I had been so busy getting my brains fucked out I had completely forgotten about the photo shoot I was supposed to be doing. "Yeah, I'm on my way," I said and the hung up.

To be continued? 



Kerry



I drove Kerry home, and on the way she made me promise to look for her underwear. We said goodnight, and I drove back to my house, wondering about the possibility of talking Eddie and Marie into a three way. I knew it would never happen, and that I wouldn't ask, but it didn't stop me fantasizing about it on the drive home. I mean, after all, I'd gotten laid for the first time in my life, but didn't cum. I was still horny, and ready to burst. I'd have to do some serious jacking off if I was going to avoid waking up the next morning with blue balls again. I got home and told Eddie and Marie said they'd have to go. They said they were finished, but made sure to thank me for letting them use my room. Eddie pulled me aside before he and Marie left, and asked if I'd gotten lucky. The smile on my face already told him I'd gotten laid, but he wanted the details. I told him I'd tell him all about it later. I went into my room after they'd left, and cursed Eddie and Marie for not having the decency to change my sheets. 

My folks came back a couple of days later, and I knew at some point my mom was going to find Kerry's underwear, because I never found them. My folks hadn't been home for two days, when my mom came storming into the kitchen where I was sitting at the table, working on a letter. She slammed Kerry's lavender colored panties on the table, screaming, "What are these?" 

Knowing I was busted, but not really caring, I replied, "Women's panties?" 

My mom screamed at me,"They're not mine!!" 

"Oh," I said. I casually picked them up and brought them to my nose. I took a deep whiff. "Ahh... Those are Kerry's. We lost them in your bed." 

My mom shook with rage. She was really good at that. She gave me the meanest look I'd ever seen, and told me to wait till my father got home. It sounded so cliche that I couldn't help but smile. I think that made her even madder. She stormed off back to her room to what I assumed was to finish changing the sheets. 

Dad came home a little while later, and mom wasted no time storming back into the kitchen. "Did you know our son had sex with a girl in our bed while we were gone??" 

My dad looked at me, looked at my mom, then looked back at me again. "OH, YES!!!!!!!!!!!" he exclaimed. If looks could kill, my mom would still be doing time for the death of my dad. Watching her storm off to the bedroom was getting all too familiar. My dad gave me the thumbs up, then followed mom into the bedroom. The door closed behind him, and I didn't see them again for the rest of the day. 

Kerry and I went out a few more times after that, but never had sex again. I'm not sure why, but Kerry just didn't seem all that interested in it anymore. I wondered if maybe her softball teammates gave her better sex than I could. I don't know, but I'm grateful for the experience she gave me.



Kerry's Adventures Pt. 01



Chapter One -----------------

It was Mark, my boyfriend from three years' ago who first started me on the road to being an exhibitionist - he got a real kick out of getting me to flash in public. When we first began dating I was pretty reluctant to even make love with the lights on, but he was so persuasive that our sex life began to take on a more daring angle!

My first real exhibitionist experience came after I'd been seeing Mark for about 18 months. It was a Saturday morning, and we'd made an appointment for an engineer to come round to fix our washing machine which had stopped working a couple of days earlier. Mark had dared me to come down to the kitchen wearing just a towel while the engineer was working; making it seem that I didn't realised he'd arrived. 

About ten minutes after the engineer had gone into the kitchen I plucked up the courage to go downstairs. I'd wrapped a medium-sized towel around myself, making sure that it was secured tightly. Even so, it was still pretty short and barely covered my bottom. My large 36D breasts were almost bursting free through the white cotton. I opened the kitchen door. Mark was standing with his back to me and the engineer was kneeling down by the machine. They both looked over towards me. Nervously I said, 'I'm sorry - I didn't hear the door bell. I'll just make a coffee and get out of your way. Does anyone else want one?' They both nodded their heads and I walked over towards the kettle which was on the worktop close to the washing machine. 

I turned around to look at Mark; he grinned at me and gave me the 'thumbs up'! As I leant against the worktop, the engineer kept glancing over in my direction. I didn't want to make him self-conscious, so I just carried on talking with them. Eventually the kettle boiled and I poured the hot water over the coffee. As I bent down to get some milk out of the fridge I could feel the towel riding up at the back, exposing about two or three inches of my bottom. I made sure I didn't hurry. The engineer was still kneeling down, so he was at the perfect height for a good look! 

Turning to Mark, the engineer asked, ‘Before we have the coffee, could you just help me pull out the washer? I need to check the motor at the back.’ They both began trying to pull the heavy machine out from underneath the worktop. It was squeezed tightly against the cupboards on either side and they were having difficulty getting enough leverage. 

Mark suggested, ‘If I pull from the front, Kerry can give us a hand by helping you ‘walk’ the machine out.’ I realised that Mark wanted me to take things a bit further so I took up a position on the opposite side from the engineer. As Mark pulled we began to wriggle the machine from side-to-side. I could feel my towel loosening with the exertion. After we’d pulled the washer out a couple of feet, the knot at the front of my towel began to slip. Mark grunted, ‘Keep going we’re almost there!’ The knot finally gave way and the towel fell to the floor. The engineer gawped at the sight of my naked breasts. 

I gasped, ‘Stop! My towel’s fallen off!’ They both stopped pulling, and I bent down to pick up the towel. I re-tied it fairly slowly, making sure that the engineer managed to get one last good look at my nakedness. Red-faced, I mumbled an apology (god knows why!) and made a quick exit out from the kitchen. I could hear the two of them joking as I went upstairs. Although I was very embarrassed by the flash, I was also very horny. 

Chapter Two – Sunbathing ------------------------------------

The next time I properly exhibited myself came a couple of weeks later. It was a lovely bright, clear day and Mark and I had the day to ourselves. We’d thought about going out shopping, but decided just to stay around the house, read the newspapers, catch up on some TV, etc. 

After we’d had our lunch, the sun had really come out and it was hot enough to do some sunbathing in the back garden. I put on a fairly skimpy black bikini, tied my long blonde hair into a pony tail, and Mark put on some shorts. Our garden isn’t overlooked at all from directly behind, but our neighbours on either side can see into our garden from their upstairs windows. One of our neighbours was having the wood panels on their house re-painted and they had some scaffolding up at the back, in clear view of our patio. It was quiet when we went outside, and the two of us stretched out on the sun loungers. The sun’s rays were beating down and I could feel my skin tingling with the heat. After we’d been sunbathing for about half an hour I heard some voices coming from the scaffolding above us to the right. Even though it was a Saturday, it looked as if the painters were back to finish off their job. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see three workmen, stripped to the waist in just their shorts and boots. They glanced over in our direction, and they were obviously taken by my semi-nakedness, stretched out in just my bikini on the lounger. Grinning, Mark whispered to me, ‘Can you see you’ve got a fan club? Why don’t you give them a show?’ I was about to object, but my memories of my last flash made me a little more willing.

I turned over onto my front and untied my bikini top at the back. Mark volunteered to rub some sun lotion into my shoulders and back. Trying not to make it seem as if we knew the workmen were there, I glanced in their direction. One of them was pointing over at us, so I knew we had their attention. After about 5 minutes on my front I pushed myself up and sat with my naked back towards the spectators. I’d begun to feel a bit bolder, so I stood up and started to aimlessly wander around the patio, pretending to look at the flowers. The workmen would have been able to clearly see my breasts, swinging from side to side. Standing facing in their direction I stretched upwards with my hands clasped above my head. Mark had positioned himself behind me and reached round to gently massage my naked breasts. I pretended to protest and he grabbed the waistband of my bikini bottoms, pulling them down in one quick jerk. Laughing, I chased after him down the garden as he waved them above his head in mock triumph. I was now completely naked and the workmen would have been able to see me frolic in the garden, running after Mark as he teased me. After a couple of minutes of this horseplay we’d had enough and walked back to the patio and into the kitchen. Just as I went through the door I looked over at the workmen – their expressions were worth framing! 

Chapter Three -------------------

I could tell by the way that Mark kept talking about my previous flashes how turned on he was by my exhibitionism. I thought it a bit weird that he wanted complete strangers to see his girlfriend naked, but my own thrill at exposing myself made me realise the sexual excitement that it generated.

It was late September, and Mark’s birthday was approaching. I’d bought him a couple of presents, but wanted to give him something special to remember his thirtieth by. I wanted to indulge his exhibitionist fantasies, but found it hard to imagine a scenario where I could expose myself without getting into trouble. Two days before his birthday though, a chance visitor gave me the opportunity that I needed.

We’d both spent the day at work, and I was just finishing showering upstairs when I heard the doorbell ring. As I turned off the faucet, I could hear Mark talking with another man downstairs. Dripping wet and still naked I opened the bathroom door and crept onto the landing to see who it was. I could just about overhear the two men talking in the front room.

‘This should only take about ten minutes Mark. I’ll just show you what products are available, and we’ll discuss the best options for your personal circumstances.’

I suddenly remembered that Mark had arranged for a personal finance manager from his bank to come round to talk him through the best type of pension arrangements. I should have remembered, but the appointment had slipped my mind. 

However the visit did perhaps provide the opportunity for me to give Mark his birthday present a few days earlier than expected! I ran back into the bathroom and quickly towelled myself dry. I put my long blond hair in a pony tail and decided how I could best flash our visitor. As I walked through to the bedroom, my eyes picked out my dressing gown hooked onto the back of a door. The gown was made of cream silk with frilly edging. It was very short and barely covered my nakedness. I put it on, tying the belt only loosely so that my breasts were half-visible from the front.

My heart was beating fast as I went downstairs. My hands were a little clammy as I grabbed the doorknob and entered the sitting room. The next couple of seconds seemed to last a lifetime. I made a pretence of being shocked that someone was there with Mark. The finance manager, who was quite good-looking and in his early forties, looked up as I walked in and his jaw dropped at the sight of my barely clothed body. The two of us didn’t speak, but Mark took up the initiative, ‘Kerry, I’d like to introduce Adam from the bank. He’s just talking me through some pension options.’ 

Like a gentleman, Adam stood up and offered his hand, ‘Nice to meet you Kerry, hope I haven’t inconvenienced you?’

I shook his hand and replied, ‘Not at all. How’s it going then?’

Mark gestured that I should take a seat opposite Adam and they’d both bring me up to speed with what they’d discussed so far. As I sat down I could feel the hem of my gown ride up my legs. Looking down to check how much was visible, I could see that there was only about two inches of the silky material separating my pubes from daylight! I demurely closed my legs together and the three of us continued chatting. 

Adam had been entering some of Mark’s financial details onto his laptop computer to produce some projections for Mark’s pension fund. He turned the laptop screen around to show us the figures. I half stood up, leaning over to look at the spreadsheet. I could feel the lapels of my gown starting to pull apart as I did so. My breasts fell free, but I pretended that I hadn’t noticed. I deliberately took my time scrutinising the figures, letting my large breasts dangle down only a couple of feet away from Adam. His firm stare made me want to stay there for a while longer; I loved the sensation of giving him a thrill. Mark broke the silence by asking me to fetch us all a coffee from the kitchen. I stood up fully, the gown was now open to just above my pubes, and my breasts were still standing free. Not bothering to tighten the belt, I asked Adam what he’d like to drink. He stammered, ‘White coffee please, two sugars.’

After making the coffee I plucked up the courage to take things a little further. I loosened the belt of my gown even more, so that it was open about six inches all the way down the front. Carrying the tray of drinks, I walked back into the sitting room. Adam looked up immediately, and I could tell that he was enjoying my show, by the half-open gape of his mouth! I stood only inches away from him as he took his coffee off the tray. My neatly shaved pussy was almost at exactly the right height to give him a close look. 

I then excused myself, saying goodbye to Adam, and mentioning that I had to go and get dressed. On the way out though, I made sure that I left the door to the sitting room open. From where Adam and Mark were sitting they could see the hallway and stairs. Just as I left the room I undid my dressing gown and took it off. I slowly walked up the stairs naked; taking my time to make sure that Adam would be able to get a good view. I stopped about half way up and looked back towards them. Adam was staring right at me, but glanced away embarrassed when I turned round. I laughed, ‘Oops, sorry about that boys – I’ll just get out of your way!’ I then jogged up the remaining stairs to the landing. My heart was nearly exploding with excitement by the time I reached the top!

To be continued…



Kerry's Boy



Since my parents divorced I've moved around a lot with my Mom, so far I've lived in the houses of 4 of her "new" husbands until they became "ex" husbands too, and by the time I turned 19 I made her promise not to even bother introducing me to her boyfriends, if it wasn't going to last, and let's face it the odds were stacked that way, then I didn't need to even acknowledge his passing.

In the style of most reasonably well off divorcee single mothers, my Mom had a habit of giving me exactly what I wanted more often than not, and so it was that we had "our" house and she only ever visited her new men at theirs.

Without wanting to sound arrogant I need to let you know a little about the sexual history of our little family before I get into this one memory in particular. My Mom is a stunning woman, not tall, but thanks to her die-hard exercise regimes she has stayed as fit and toned as when she was a state representative in High School Tennis. Plus, the subtlety dressed cleavage from her generous bosom is a sure fire way of getting the attention of men the world over. Mom has always been very popular with guys, and she has the dazzling smile and self-assured sense of humour that comes with it, even when discussing sex openly with me. Growing up around her, the apple didn't fall far from the tree, and the open talks about sex still didn't come early enough as I lost my virginity to older girls within a month of beginning puberty.

The relationship that we have is a very close one, we have fought a lot in the past, and as a teenager I know I used fights to try to get my way wielding the divorce like a weapon against her, but it is safe to say that especially now that I've grown up into quite a solid guy, I am very protective of her and she still thinks I'm the most perfect person on the face of the earth. It's nice.

That relationship took a bizarre twist recently however, we were living in our house on the coast, Mom was visiting her current boyfriend most nights and I had a girl that I was sharing my own bed with regularly too. As much as Mom tried to hint that she was a lovely girl that I shouldn't risk losing, I wasn't even going to entertain the thought of a relationship beyond casual sex, and that subject usually led to me trying to find some way of teasing Mom in return.

Playing on her libido seemed like an effective way of doing just that, using the fact that I was getting sex in her house and she couldn't to really get under her skin and change the subject until she was the one needing to walk away.

I know, sometimes children can be cruel. But in our relationship, Mom loved me too much not to just take my cheekiness with a grain of salt and have a long hot "shower" to ease her discomfort.

I felt like king of the world those nights.

Two weeks ago I started taking it too far, enjoying the power of actually winning a verbal joust with Mom so much that I would persuade Lisa, my gorgeously leggy but none too intelligent blonde "lover", to give me blowjobs in the living room on nights that I knew Mom would be coming home. I don't know for sure, but seeing the look of silent shock and envy on my Mom's flushed face upon seeing me sitting there on the sofa facing her, my arms behind my head as Lisa's blonde ponytail slurped and bobbed on my throbbing cock probably tipped me to blow my load down Lisa's throat sooner than usual.

No doubt knowing that it was me being a brat, Mom never interrupted or made things awkward while Lisa was around, and so I continued, walking from the shower with my erection out in the cool air and giving Lisa loud orgasms (not that this particular girl had any other kind) with the door open just enough for the sound to carry down the hallway.

I was winning, and considering how sharp witted and confident my Mom had always been, this was a rare feeling that I wasn't just savouring, but relishing to excess.

Within three nights, although I only recognise it now, Mom started fighting back in her own way.

First of all she stopped showing any shock or jealousy of my overt sexual activity, instead smiling knowingly and giving me encouragement. This on its own disappointed me, but even without the victorious feeling of making her uncomfortable, the new sensation of having approval to get laid all over the house was thrilling of its own right.

Secondly I started to notice Mom as a woman more and more, her perfectly shaped ass raised in an inviting yoga position when I walked into the living room, her dark nipples hard against the thin material of her nightie as she came into my room to talk to me about seemingly irrelevant things, and even dropping her towel a split second before entering her bedroom giving me not enough of a look to see her entire body before the door closed.

Just because I was getting sex in the house didn't mean I wasn't frustratingly horny the rest of the time, and I didn't even know she was doing it on purpose yet.

The next turning point was a conversation I'll never forget over breakfast, and although I was every bit as self-assured going into it, I realise now that my confidence is only as strong as Mom wants it to be.

As usual Mom was up early, soft cotton mini-shorts and a nice blue tank top showing off both her fitness and her curves, 38D breasts with hips to match, as she prepared some muesli and yoghurt for breakfast. I staggered into the kitchen topless, just my boxer-briefs between my morning glory and the morning air and slid onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter.

"Good morning Matthew" she practically chirped, her energy making me feel lazy before I'd even said a word.

"Sure is, I'm a free man." I announced, and Mom immediately turned back to me for an explanation.

"No more Lisa, I told her last night that she was getting too attached, so I'm good to go again, starting today." Mom's obvious frustration at my "objectification" of women had long since ceased showing outwardly on her face, but she raised an eyebrow about some hidden thought and brushed past me to sit outside in the sun to eat.

I poured myself a glass of milk and followed her onto the balcony.

"You seem fine with the news, Mom. I thought you said you liked her?"

She just smiled knowingly up at me and gestured for me to sit.

"Yes Matt, she was a lovely girl, but I knew she wasn't the one for you, so there isn't much point getting upset over the inevitable is there."

This wasn't the reaction I had been looking for, so I pressed on,

"How do you know she wasn't the one for me?"

"Mother's know these things" she teased

"Oh ok then, Mother," I mocked, "What sort of girl is right for me then?"

Without a hesitation she smiled in a way that really annoyed me, and simply said something about leaving that for me to find out for myself.

"See! You don't know shit about it; you just don't want to admit that I'm more in control of my life than you are!" The words were a classic outburst, meant with complete sincerity but only because I was too annoyed to be thinking with any sort of sense.

Mom took it all with good grace and put down her spoon, turning in her chair to look me in the eyes with her baby blues, a gentle smile and a reassuring hand on my knee accompanying her 'wise words'.

"Darling, there is a reason that people say boys look for their mother in girls, and Lisa was practically the complete opposite of me, wasn't she. You need a strong woman with a brain."

It took me a while to think of anything to say to that, partially because at the moment of those words Mom caught my eyes flick towards her chest, but the words came out before my brain had any input.

"Oh, really? So I need a strong independent woman with brains, who isn't tall, who has brown hair and big tits? Or do you just think because every other man in the world wants to be with you that I do to?"

"I'm not saying you want to be with me personally, but you already know that." She countered rather pointedly, but then her cheeky smile returned and she followed it by saying,

"But according to Freud and most people with any power of observation, part of you probably does want to sleep with me personally."

I scoffed loudly and made a dramatic exit back inside, rummaging aimlessly through the cupboard in search of my thoughts more than breakfast. After a minute or two I heard the sliding door close, and Mom wandered back in, her cheek mixed with concern.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I thought you could handle some teasing, isn't that what you're always telling me?"

I turned on her and fought to control my anger, rising to the obvious challenge

"Don't worry Mom, I'm the one that's sorry for making you so uncomfortable this past week, I thought you could handle being sexually open with me, isn't that what you're always telling me?" I spat back at her.

Breaking into a broad grin, Mom put her half-eaten bowl of muesli on the counter and looked me square in the eyes, her tongue moistening her lips in a way that I couldn't help but notice.

"Ok then Matthew, do you honestly believe you can handle being that sexually open with me? I'm willing to take it if you can." She was challenging me in the most obvious way she ever had, but I was too fired up to even consider turning her down.

"Of course I do! You're the one that got all weird about it, remember!" I practically laughed back at her.

"Ok then, being perfectly open with me, let's talk about why I'm wrong in saying you have a little crush on me."

My face must have fallen a little or something, because she was onto me and pressing home the advantage before I could even form a sentence that was decipherable from nervous gibberish.

"Since you're not uncomfortable talking to me about sex, I'd love to know what elements of the Oedipus complex you have and haven't explored... have you spied on me in the shower?"

My face threatened to burn up, but I was every bit as stubborn as her, so I held firm.

"Once or twice when I was 15, yeah."

"Ok, I know for a fact that you've listened to me having sex at my bedroom door."

"Sure, anything else then Dr. Kerry Freud" I tried to mock her in return, but it had no impact on her whatsoever.

"I hear that some boys try to sneak cum into their Mom's food so they can get off on the idea of her eating it, have you ever tried that?"

By this stage I was feeling pretty unshakeable, so I confidently told her that I'd never even thought about it, and as much as I see that she's a gorgeous woman, I'm obviously not Oedipus and I'm not uncomfortable.

As true as that statement was, it didn't stay true for long.

"I can see that Matthew, I'm very impressed, but if you haven't tried it how do you know you don't feel that way about it?" I didn't register what she was saying until she picked up the bowl of muesli again.

"Since we're so comfortable with one another being open like this, maybe you should top up the yoghurt content of this for me, and we'll find out if you like the sight of me swallowing it?"

I don't know what words I used to try to seem unfazed, I don't know how much I denied any interest in the idea, but the beginnings of a erection were obvious against the thin boxers shorts I was wearing, and to compensate for that I could only agree 'off-hand' to try it, even just because she wanted to know.

I reached for the bowl and headed for my room but Mom stopped me with a raised eye-brow.

"You didn't have a problem with me watching you last week?" she suggested, and I knew in the pit of my stomach I had to do it right there in front of her.

"I was just going to get some Porn..." I offered weakly, only to have Mom offer to show me her breasts to see if it would help.

Even the mention of it helped significantly, and soon my boxers were practically hanging from the end of my cock rather than covering it.

Stepping nervously out of the discarded underwear I positioned the bowl of muesli nearby and began to stroke my shaft, trying to seem casual even as my Mom rolled up her tank top to reveal her perfect breasts, the nipples growing hard in the cold morning air and the top pressing down slightly to enhance the roundness of the D cup beauties.

I don't know what was a stranger sensation, locking eyes briefly with her as she bit her lip and blushed slightly in sympathetic pleasure, or when her blue eyes lingered on the movement of my hand along the length of my throbbing cock, and the look in her eye that filled me with so much self-assurance.

Without a word one of her hands slipped down beneath the waistband of her shorts and as her finger entered her pussy her lips parted and a gentle gasp of pleasure reached my ears.

In that moment I shuddered, closed my eyes and thick globs of my cum shot out into the bowl, strands and drips of more watery semen following until I was panting heavily, my empty cock rapidly shrinking again as I reached for a tissue to wipe myself clean.

When I looked back up, Mom was dressed again, no sign of having continued to masturbate, and she was reaching for the bowl, seeming to admire the new topping with a practiced eye.

"You are a healthy young man, aren't you?" she smiled, and somehow it was a sincere complement.

"Are you going to eat that?" I asked, not sure whether she had already proved a point or not.

"Of course, anything my son puts so much effort into preparing for me, I will eat happily" She grinned, and as I watched she used her spoon to scoop a large amount of the cum off the top, taking barely any muesli with it.

As the spoon reached her mouth she closed her eyes and tipped it, letting the cum slide off the spoon and over her lip and tongue down her throat before sucking the rest off the spoon itself. With a murmur of enjoyment she swallowed it all down and began mixing the rest of the cum through the muesli before pausing to regard me again.

"You taste good, and I'll leave the discussion of whether you enjoyed watching me for another morning. I'm glad you're so comfortable being open with me Matthew."

Again, she was being sincere and I had nothing to say to her in reply.

"And sweetheart, if you ever have any other questions about sex, please do feel free to ask me." And with that she took the muesli back out into the sun to finish in peace.

For the next week and a half the feelings awakened by watching Mom gulp down that cum soaked muesli drove me back into the world of dimmed lights and internet pornography. Always thinking of her.

Porn of my had Mom given me the fright of my life once upon a time, browsing through the retro magazines of my Father's collection when holidaying at his house one summer I found a photoshack envelope with only three developed shots inside it, all of them the teen version of my Mom laid out on the bed with her nubile pink nipples bared on her then C cup breasts, pink underwear covering her thatch of pubic hair in one of the three photos, while she bent over the bed with her tight pussy showing in the last shot.

I may be exaggerating the quality of the photos of course, because all I really remember seeing was the familiar face of my Mom looking barely 18, and poses that strongly resembled those in the centrefolds nearby. At that point in my life, even the fantasy of incest was shocking and unappealing, and I didn't masturbate for a week and a half after that.

Years later when the secret urge to see her sexualised burned within me, I started searching the old photo albums and envelopes in my Mom's collection, book marking the page with her in a classic bikini and almost yelling for joy when I found the photo of her sunbathing topless in Cancun. Moving house and remarrying so many times will lead to a constant turnover of what other people might consider prized memories however, and within a year of my discoveries the photo albums and the young breasts of my Mom were gone, never to be seen by my horny eyes again.

Of course, all that was in the past.

Having seen the full 38D breasts of my more mature Mom only last week, not to mention the satisfied smirk that played across her lips as she casually ate my cum as if it were a rich and creamy yoghurt, the need to see her and have her was eating me alive. 

Outwardly I was the same arrogant young man, teasing Mom with my muscled upper body as I swam in the pool, not hiding my morning glory before giving her a loving hug and a peck on the lips before breakfast. But inside it was all I could think about.

I tried spying on her in the shower, but there's no keyhole and the window is frosted.

I tried listening to her masturbate and have sex, but mostly she just went to her boyfriend's house for that, and otherwise she just had longer showers.

A few times I pumped more cum into her food or drink to serve her while we watched DVDs of an evening, but if she noticed the taste she didn't make anything of it.

Mom's ass in the air and her back arched during yoga became a spectator sport, but I still couldn't justify getting my cock out and jerking it while watching her there in the living room, so I just got horny and frustrated.

Her cleavage held tight by her bikini top as she emerged from the swimming pool, her tanned skin glistening with the water as she gently rubbed herself dry with a towel.

Again I was powerless to do anything but watch, and wait under the surface of the water for my raging erection to subside.

Which brings me back to porn.

In the absence of having any control over fucking my actual Mom, I stopped looking at tall blonde teens and started obsessively searching the internet for MILFs that looked like Mom. I searched by height and bra size, I only wanted brunettes and I needed the breasts to be natural so they would look the same as my painfully arousing memory.

I couldn't find anything like what I wanted.

I even spent two hours in photoshop attaching my Mom's face to the most similar pornstar body, and only after cumming all over a fistful of tissues did I realise how pathetic I had become.

It wasn't anyone's fault but my own, I still loved my Mom, she was more beautiful and fantastic than ever, smiling and laughing in that way that always made me feel better about myself, but with enough of a harsh ridicule that I didn't feel pitied.

Over dinner that night I was almost ready to take my plate into the cavern my bedroom had become, to delete the photoshop abomination and search the internet for a better alternative when Mom's small fingers grasped my wrist firmly and she fixed her kind blue eyes on mine sternly.

"What is it Matthew?" her tone suggested that she needed to know, right now. But there's no way in the world I would ever tell her the exact reason for that particular melancholy, so I made do with a forced smile and a brush-off, but it didn't work.

"It's a girl thing isn't it. I've noticed you haven't been bringing anyone home this last week or so, and you're certainly spending a lot of time on the computer in your room. Did some girl break your heart? Or have you suddenly decided that porn is better than sex?" The last part was delivered with a cheeky smile. She obviously knew that wasn't the case, but she also wanted me to know my activity of choice was obvious too.

"Nothing like that, just not feeling it at the moment is all." I managed to admit.

"Well, if you want to save the internet usage for more constructive downloads and you feel like a technological challenge to take your mind off the porn for a while, I'm sure the computer in the living room must have some porn hidden on it somewhere, you know what Geoff was like." The fact Mom was still so open and comfortable with talking about masturbation and porn with me was reassuring, and the mention of her ex didn't actually worry me as I realised she was right. What used to be the "family" computer had been used only by Mom for checking her e-mails since I got my own set-up in my bedroom, but the hours of porn the Geoff had downloaded wouldn't have gone anywhere. I smiled at her and couldn't help but laugh.




Kerry's Boy



"Yeah thanks Mom, I've always wanted hand-me-down porn."

Her hand on my knee was meant only as a reassuring gesture, but I couldn't help but feel the warmth spread to my groin.

"It should be fine Matthew, we never had a webcam or anything so you aren't going to stumble across Geoff himself, it's more like a home delivery of the best of the internet."

Again, I couldn't help laughing and my smile became warmer and more genuine as I turned and headed for my room. Not for any reason other than I found myself continuing to walk in that direction, but Mom's last barb made me glad I wasn't facing her when I heard it.

"And you can keep using my food for target practice if that's helping too."

The stash of porn wasn't exactly a challenge to locate, I did a search for hidden video and image files and within 10 minutes had folders of x-rated material to sort through.

Not only did Geoff have a stash of porn, but by the looks of things there were at least two other "hidden" collections dating back earlier into the life of this PC.

Most of the stuff in Geoff's collection was pretty generic, celebrity upskirts and fakes mixed with stolen sex-tape footage and then folders and folders of free sample videos from other websites. Nothing that screamed "Mom" to me, so I skimmed the thumbnails and moved on.

The next collection I found was a little more disturbing, mostly teen videos and images from porn sites, but with one or two digital photos of my step-sister and her girlfriends in their swimwear, and a couple of one of my ex-girlfriends sun bathing in hers.

I guess the mature men Mom had dated and married weren't into mature women in their porn, but I checked the last folder anyway.

This had lots of downloaded Amateur videos, guys and girls going at it on grainy camcorder footage from years gone by. It was probably the best of the collections, but I was a little disappointed that the 5'6 38D Brunette MILF search I had started hadn't come up with much more success than when I was on my own computer on the internet.

And that's when I found it.

In that same Amateurs collection I found the clip that got me the most excited out of anything I had been able to find on the internet. A mature amateur on her knees with a hard cock in her hand and another in her mouth, breasts that looked almost indentical to the memory of Mom's bouncing beneath a rolled up top. I made a quick note of the file destination for later and nearly died.

While the other amateur videos had been from the same community share website as this one, this was the only one with the word "uploads" in its title.

As I opened the clip to full-screen and watched the full 30 seconds play out, I realised that not only did it look like my Mom, it was my Mom.

The kitchen floor was the one from a house we had 2 years earlier, and I watched over and over again as my Mom's lips and hands played up and down the shafts of those two lucky bastards in the clip, her 38Ds bouncing and shaking, her nipples hard and her breathing heavy with excitement as her other hand flicked her clit beneath her skirt.

Turning up the volume I could hear her moan, muffled by the hard cock filling her mouth, before she leaned back and both men started cursing, before thick white ropes of cum landed on her face and her tits.

I hadn't realised, but from the moment I recognised her in the clip I had started rubbing my own meat, pulling the swollen member from my shorts and pumping it frantically with my hand, eyes glued on the replaying action on the screen.

Pausing the clip in an instant where her blue eyes seemed to look through the lens of the camera right at me with that horny smile, I blew a full load across the screen itself, covering her face with my own brand of yoghurt with no consideration of the consequences as I slumped, panting, into the chair to recover.

"When you clean that up, make sure you use the Windex from under the sink."

I don't know how long Mom had been watching me, but even those words didn't break my mood as I sat there with eyes closed, content in the sensation I had just experienced.

I would find out what it felt like to have her expert lips suck the cum out of me like that, I promised myself that day. If Mom was going to be this comfortable around me, I was going to get comfortable within her.

"Ok, Mom, sure." I called back, before closing my eyes again with a satisfied grin.

Every night that week the last thing I did before going to sleep was watch that clip and masturbate to the thought of being one of those two men, and even during the day it was in the back of my mind.

My friends and all other girls took a backseat to my desire for my Mom, but not to the point that I cut all ties with my previously thriving social life.

That Saturday night one of my best friends and I staggered home from the club to crash, too much alcohol and dancing to be thinking clearly, and cracking open a bag of crisps and another bottle of bourbon, we continued the rowdy conversations in front of the TV.

It wasn't long before we were opening up with secrets and fantasies, and before I knew it I decided that Steve and I would be the perfect men to recreate the home movie with Mom. I showed him the clip, and he was more than enthusiastic, and we did everything possible to wake Mom so we could put our best moves to work.

"Sounds like a real party in here tonight boys." She was wearing a light blue cotton robe, and all I could do was imagine what was underneath.

"You're welcome to join us Mom!" I practically shouted, and Steve slammed down a calming swig of the bourbon as his eyes bulged.

"Hi Mrs Walter..." he chimed in nervously, only to have Mom fix those blue eyes on him.

"Call me Kerry, Steve." She smiled

"Have a drink Mom, I'll be back in a minute."

As excited as I was, my mind racing ahead of me practically eye-fucking my Mom, the copious amounts of drink had me desperate for the bathroom, and I steadied myself with a hand against the wall as I hurried to the toilet.

Looking in the bathroom mirror I splashed cold water on my face, and then my genitals, to ready myself for the big moment ahead. My resolve steeled, I quickly fixed my hair and with a confident grin returned to the living room.

I'm not sure what I had expected to see, but this certainly wasn't it.

Mom was sitting at the kitchen bench filling a jug with iced water, Steve was curled up on the sofa half-asleep.

"We need to have another little chat, Matthew." She began, and I knew that my fantasies were dashed.

"What about?" When drunk, I'm terribly transparent.

"About you and young Steven wanting to sleep with me tonight, among other things."

Apparently Steve had tried to seduce her as soon as I left the room, but as smooth as he was with girls our age, Mom had been rejecting men of all ages since before I was born. The poor guy never stood a chance.

Thankfully, the sheer amount of drink combined with his need to feel unbeatable meant he never mentioned any of that night's events, and after Mom left us with the water and her advice to "Get some rest." I wished I could forget it too.

Since then, all I can do is want her and hate myself for it.

No other girl compares with the fantasy of my Mom, but the rejection of that night amplified by the hangover of the next day are fresh in my mind too.

Every night I've thought about her as I sit half-naked on the end of my bed, a slideshow of visually arousing memories of her flashing through my mind as I drift off to sleep, knowing that I'll most likely wake with my drained cock in my hand and another stain on my sheets. Even when I dream I masturbate over her.

Last night as I drifted off, some unknown sight or sound stirred me into sitting up, my bedroom door ajar and no direct light from anywhere else in the house.

As always my thoughts strayed to Mom, wondering if I had heard her walking to the kitchen for a midnight glass of water, tempted as always to investigate in the hopes of seeing her naked.

With that motivation in my mind, I slipped my legs to the floor and flicked on the bedside lamp.

It was Mom.

She was standing in the doorway and I nearly died.

Her short brown hair framing her face, a subtle shade of red lipstick on those gorgeous lips and her cheeks pinched with a hint of some emotion I couldn't define.

Her strong shoulders were bare, the tanned skin stretching uninterrupted up the line of her arm where her hand rested on the door frame, and her perfect cleavage supporting a sheer black negligee that hung down to just below her full hips, revealing her smooth strong legs in full.

"Matthew."

Her voice was low and smooth, like warm honey, and I continued to hold my breath in anticipation, not wanting to risk breaking whatever illusion this was with the sound of my own voice.

"I'm sorry for leading you on all this time, we need to finish this. Are you ok with that?" She stepped forward into the light of my room, and the full view of her round nipples and her smoothly waxed mound drew my eye through the sheerness of the strapless negligee.

All I managed was a nod.

"I love you Matthew, don't ever forget it."

I sat on the edge of my bed and watched this goddess kneel at my feet and start unfastening my shorts and all I could do was think about those words.

"I love you too Mom."

Usually in the bedroom I am in complete control, but as Mom gently pushed me down onto my back and pulled my underwear clear of my ankles, I felt like a young boy with no power over anything, not even myself.

Her hands were warm, soft but firm as she first cupped my scrotum and then began to stroke and rub my shaft, the blood pumping into it from the first sight of her stunning figure in the doorway until she was massaging the biggest erection I've ever mustered.

With her bosom pressing through the smoky negligee as she leaned forward, her blue eyes fixed on mine and her red lips pursed to lay a tender kiss on the head of my cock, I was already fighting the urge to cum, and with her mouth and hand working together with amazing skill, I watched as my aching member slid between those lips and disappeared inch by inch into her hot wet mouth.

My stomach was tensed, my jaw was clenched and the slow gliding of Mom's tongue and mouth up and down the length of my shaft sent fire racing through my veins, my eyes closing despite the amazing visage of her kneeling before me in an attempt to control myself in the face of overwhelming pleasure.

Taking a moment, Mom's hand brushed along my bare chest to touch my face, her voice warm and comforting.

"It's ok Matthew, cum if you need to, we have all night for you to impress me with your stamina."

My defences dissolved in that moment, and with my head turned away and my back arching I gave in to the building pressure. The burning sensations of Mom's mouth and hands replaced by the sole sensation of relief as I felt my tensions squirt out of me with every gasp, the liquids disappearing into her throat without issue as she cleaned my penis with her waiting mouth.

"Good" She encouraged, "Now show me you love me with those amazing kisses of yours."

As she crawled up over the edge of the bed on top of me, the touch of her breasts against my naked stomach and chest had an immediate effect on me.

My hands eagerly embraced the smooth curve of the bared section of Mom's glorious ass as I guided her up above me, and then my left hand brushed the side of her face as our lips met in a long and passionate kiss. As her hot tongue entwined with mine I could taste myself in her mouth, and my erection began to swell again, pressing slightly up against the softest part of her inner thigh.

The way she kissed me was even more sensual than having her suck my meat so beautifully, and as the kiss grew more insistently animal I realised how much she wanted me to fuck her properly. Just because she was my Mom didn't mean I couldn't be a man.

Even as my hands untied her negligee and cast the sheer material aside, Mom was reaching back through her legs to grip my hard-on firmly in her hand, bringing it up to meet her wet labia as she manipulated her pelvis expertly up and over until all my attention was on the over riding sensation of her juicy pussy cresting the head of my cock, then consuming it whole with one moan inducing downward thrust.

Compared to the girls I was used to Mom wasn't tight, but once she had me inside her she engaged her pelvic floor and my eyes widened at the idea that her slippery pussy had suddenly gripped my shaft like a vice.

Looking up at Mom straddling me I couldn't take my eyes off her, the bottom lip folded beneath her teeth, those blue eyes intense with lust and her face flushed from pent-up needs and desires.

All seductive half-smiles and gentle flirtation was gone, the woman riding my cock was a perfect machine of sex, an animal in search of orgasm, and I was the one that had to give her what she craved.

With my entire length already thrust deep inside her there was no control of upward thrusting that I could bring her, and as her stomach muscles rippled with tension and her pelvis ground down against mine, rolling forward and back with practiced rhythm, her fingernails gouging my muscular chest and her head tilted back as she moaned louder, I struggled to see how my male dominance would ever emerge.

Not wanting to disappoint, I looked to the two most obvious signs of her womanhood, those breasts that had tormented my dreams for so long, 38D and hanging bare naked in front of me, wearing only a slight sheen of our combined sweat as they heaved and wobbled with the motion of the intense incestual ride.

My tongue played across each nipple, my strong hands massaged each breast firmly and my kisses added a sharp element of tooth as I teased and nibbled where I had once fed, rolling the now erect nipples between thumb and forefinger when Mom's gasping mouth forced mine up into a sloppier and more desperate kiss.

My ass was being forced down through the mattress as Mom's amazing hips worked her g-spot against my now throbbing cock, deeper and faster as her breathing shallowed with mine.

Somehow I felt like I was going to cum all over again, and kissing her deeply on the salty mouth brought that closer to reality as she moaned her pleasures into me, still grinding and riding, still bouncing and swaying.

As the inside of her pussy clenched and released over and over, I watched with a grin as the climax of orgasm played across her toned stomach, her muscles tensing and shaking, her breasts almost vibrating in sympathy to the shuddering wail of ecstasy that wracked her body.

I didn't cum as I had expected to, but having Mom arch her back so wildly above me drove me closer to it, and my determination to fuck her instead of just letting her have her way with me hardened in unison with my now glistening cock.

As her doe-eyed face pulled in for more tender kisses, I pressed up against her with the palm of my hand, rolling and twisting until we were side by side on my bed. With one last kiss on her gorgeous lips, I slipped down and began to eat her pussy.

The taste of her juices was amazing, her lips swollen and pink, moisture practically running between her thighs even before my tongue made contact with her engorged clitoris, her fingers running through my hair as she sought to bring my face deeper into her wetness, her stomach twisting and back arching as the sensitive areas within her were lashed by my thick wet tongue in a frenzy of determined control.

When I surfaced minutes later, Mom was staring at me with a mixture of lust and pride, her smile betraying her relief as I kissed her cum back to her.

"I knew you would be amazing sweetheart, I knew."

Despite her self-assured control, I was breathing too heavily and aching too much to form words in reply, but with her beauty laid out on her back like that, I wasn't about to stop.

Spreading her eager sex and forcing myself to penetrate one slow inch at a time, I thrived on the reaction that played across her face, my thickness registering a need for her to bite that sexy lip before I began to push off the floor, my full height and weight behind every thrust as I held her at the edge of the bed and built up a more furious pace with every deep thrust into her.

Her legs caught me by surprise as they wrapped right up around my head and shoulders, pulling me down to her as she rubbed her breasts and sought to kiss me again.

With a strong hand forcing her to go without, I pushed her back down, hooking those legs above my shoulders and slamming my entire length deep into her, fucking her as forcefully as I could manage without a moments hesitation.

"God, yes Matthew, fuck me. Fuck me!"

Sweat was pouring down my face, my chest, my ass, but I kept pumping Mom with my now tingling cock, the skin all over both our bodies so sensitive to the touch that even a gentle brush of a hand was draw tension and reaction as much as the furious passion that was my cock working inside her pussy.

She noticed the exact moment when I started to cum, the hesitation as my every muscle tensed in anticipation and her legs brought me slamming down against her, deep within her, completely with her. Even as I felt my cock lose all control, shuddering and releasing its fluids, Mom's stomach flared more than before, her lips locking onto mine and her tongue thrashing about inside my mouth with reckless abandon.

Her back arched, my legs weakened, we both tried to moan but the kiss continued and then we were both exhausted and empty. A heaving, sweaty embrace of Mother and Son, still intertwined sexually but somehow more comfortable just being together.

Her fingers brushed through my hair and she gave me a tender peck on the lips, and then she was leaving, my spent frame collapsing off her into my bed as she gathered her discarded negligee and moved to the door.

"Thankyou Matthew, I don't expect that will be the last time, now goodnight."

And with those gentle words drifting in my head, I pulled the bed sheet up over my withering wet cock and gave in to the deepest sleep of my life.



Kerry's Coupling



Thirty-four year old Kerry's hands were shaking as she drove through the city towards central park and the twenty year old man she was meeting on this Wednesday night. For the past two months Kerry and Greg had been chatting online, interaction that had blossomed and devolved into phone conversation while Kerry's husband was out, and now they were to meet for the first time, the passion for each other which had birthed from the first time they had met in the chat room now uncontrollable, and not even the fact that Kerry had been married for three years and had a young son would stop them from meeting.

Greg, who was trying not to admit to himself that he had fallen for this married woman, was sitting anxiously on a bench at the war memorial in the centre of town, waiting for Kerry who was going to pick him up so that they could go somewhere more private for their first meeting.

It had seemed like a lifetime since they had first met in the chat rooms, and what had started as simple innocent friendship had developed into a feeling both never imagined they could have for someone who differed in age so much. The first time they had engaged in cyber sex Kerry had felt guilty, thinking of her husband and what he would think if he ever found out, but the excitement of the event had taken over, and making love on the net had become a regular occurrence right up to the night before they were to meet for real.

As Greg sat in nervous contemplation of what he was doing, he didn't noticed a figure approach him from not far down the street. It was not until she was standing over him, hands behind her back, waiting to be acknowledged, that he noticed her there, clothed in a short black skirt and purple top that made her look a professional business woman. She had painted her nails purple for the occasion, something she rarely bothered to do, and Greg couldn't believe that she was even more beautiful than the only picture she had send him. Her skin was lightly tanned, she had long powerful legs, and though she wasn't super thin she could be no means be called fat either, not by a long shot.

'Kerry?' Greg asked getting up.

'Greg?'

He was taller than she imagined, his height stretching above her own. Greg had long sandy blonde hair and an athletic figure, and she felt her heart jump a beat as she noticed all of these things.

'We have to go,' Kerry suddenly blurted, 'I'm double parked.'

Greg was a bit taken back by this, but together they walked at a hurried pace down the street to where she had parked. It was a purple Rav4, purple a colour scheme Greg had only now realised was a thing for her, and together they got in and took off into the night.

They sat in silence as they exited the city and made their way north on the freeway, Kerry glancing over at him now and then with nerves. 

'So where are we going,' Greg finally asked as they turned off the main motorway and headed away from the traffic.

'I'm not sure,' she admitted, 'I think there are a few spots by the lake where we can be alone for a while.'

'Are you disappointed?' Greg suddenly asked.

'What do u mean?' 

'Am I not what you expected?'

She smiled and for a time her hand touched his leg caringly until her driving forced her to stop. 'I think you're fantastic, I'm just a little nervous. I've never met anyone from the internet before.'

'I have met a few people,' he admitted, 'just as friends, its not as scary as you imagine, I'm harmless.'

She pulled into the dark gravel parking lot beside the lake and its picnic area, which at this time of night was deserted. Kerry turned off the engine and they got out, walking the few metres down the hill together where they found a park bench and sat.

Greg instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist and she turned to stare into his eyes in the dim light. 'I'm glad I'm here with you, it's about time we met.'

'Me too. How long do you have? You're not going to be in trouble for this are you?'

'Its fine,' she smiled a shy expression and moved closer to him, 'my husband is out of town on business and I left Patrick with my parents for the night.' Her hand slid to his leg and started rubbing gently. 'But I do have work in the morning, so I can't be out all night.'

Greg was about to say something it was too late, her lips were on his, and he was lost in her touch. She ran her hands up his back under his shirt as he returned her passion, her taste, her smell, everything about her erotic.

Greg slid a hand up her skirt and started stroking her most private place. She moaned, grinding against his hand before he pushed her down and her back fell against the bench, Greg on top of her and breathing heavily.

His lips moved from her for the moment and she felt them attack her neck and shoulders.

'Oh my god,' she gasped, his hand now moving to her breasts, causing her nipples to stand up straight.

He kissed her again and she wrapped a leg around him, feeling his hardness press into her through his jeans. Kerry's heart was racing and she felt herself getting damp, she needed this, she had wanted it for so long no matter how wrong it was.

'Greg,' she gasped in the slit second their lips parted again, 'I think we need to take this to the back seat.'

'Ok.' He took her soft hand and led her back to the car.

Kerry nervously folded down the back seat and no sooner had she closed the door and laid down then Greg was on her again, stroking and kissing.

Her hands glided up his sides and in one tactful movement his shirt was removed, exposing his muscular chest and nipple piercing she had not previously known about. He responded to this as she had hoped, depriving her of her top, his lips now attacking the space between her cleavage as her hands explored his muscles.

Greg slid his hands over her skin and around her back, and she lifted herself to help as he removed her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts and large hard nipples.

'God, please touch me,' she said her eyes suddenly closed in pleasure.

He attacked her left breast with his mouth, sucking and licking while his hands explored her smooth perfect skin. She started to squirm under him, lost in the feel of his lips on her as they moved to her right breasts, biting a little and driving her to new heights of excitement.

Panting, her heart racing, she kicked off her shoes and started desperately tugging at his pants, trying to undo his belt and access his cock. Feeling her do this Greg rolled off her for a second to take off his boots, and with some help from her he slid out of his jeans and undies, leaving himself completely exposed to her.

'You're huge,' she gasp as he rolled back onto her and Kerry's hand grabbed his nine inch cock, stroking it as he kissed her and rubbed her through her panties.

Kerry spread her legs wider as she felt him remove her skirt, then continue to rub, teasing her, not fulling undress her just yet as much as she wanted him too.

When he finally slid her panties over her smooth legs and deprived her of them she shuddered in excitement. Kerry hadn't felt so aroused in years and couldn't believe this was happening, that she was letting it and wanting it to happen.

She was slightly surprised when instead of moving back up to her he dove between her legs, his tongue attacking her shaven cunt desperately. Kerry gasped and held his head in place as his tongue explored her, finding her clit easily and causing her to cum already. Her hips pushed up into his face and she cried out as she felt her body give in to him, and she heard and felt him groan between her legs.

Greg slid up her, kissing her skin on the way, touching her, sending a shiver of anticipation up her spine.

'Do you have protection?' she managed to ask, still out of breath.

'Yes,' he answered a moment before his lips met hers again, silencing her for a time.

He took one of her hands in his and held it above her head. Her legs fell apart enough to accommodate him and she felt the tip of his hard penis touching her thigh.

She kissed harder, giving herself to him completely and allowing it to happen as his penis found her entrance and slowly parted her shaven lips.

Greg remembered that Kerry couldn't have anymore children after her first, and he needed her now, pushing the entire length of his shaft into her. She was wet; wet enough to allow his penetration with ease, and she let out a moan as he took her.

Kerry wrapped her strong legs around him and hooked her feet over his legs, she wasn't going to let him go, she needed this so badly. He pumped, still holding her hand and kissing her lips lovingly as he did, Kerry pushing her hips up slightly to meet his thrusts as he moved inside of her.

Kerry felt like such a woman tonight, Greg made her feel so sensual, so sexy, and for this she wanted him to have her, and right now all thoughts of her husband went out the window as this man, who was little more than a teenager, probed the very depths of her womanhood with a tender force that made it clear that he would have her even if she resisted.

Greg's lips attacked her neck and for a moment there was the fear he would leave a visible mark, but she nervously let this slide and it wasn't long before he moved onto more tasty delights such as her nipples.

The soft hands that Kerry possessed moved over his back and sides and she felt him quiver, still a little nervous as he had not been with many women before and never one as sexually attractive as he found Kerry.

Swelling testicles pressed against Kerry's pussy with every deep thrust this boy gave and she couldn't help but moan, a long drawn out sound that turned Grey on more as he started to quicken his pace.

Her body gave in and Kerry started to cum, contracting around the young boy's cock and sending ripples of pleasure over her entire body. Greg's breathing became more intense and for a moment Kerry thought he would join her in ecstasy, but instead he stoped pumping for a moment.

'Are you ok?' she gasped, her words little more than segmented syllables between breaths.

'God yes,' he responded before kissing her with intensity. She reciprocated and they where all over each other, his hips moving again and her body yearned for every inch of her flesh to be touching him. Her hands moved over him, her legs caressed his skin, her hips desperately pushed up towards him and her breathing was lost to irregularity.

Kerry's wetness after her orgasm was now creating a noticeable patch on the seat, not to mention Greg's penis and testicles were drenched in her juices, and she could tell he was now working up a sweat.

He was close, but something was holding him back, so in her sexual haze she used her legs and hips to help him fuck her, and reached between his legs to massage his testicles as she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth.

Greg's pace started to quicken and his grunting was driving her wild, at this rate she would reach orgasm before him. Orgasm she did, hard, locking her legs around him and letting herself scream out as she came, and in that instant the contractions she was producing proved too much for the young boy, and with a find deep thrust and started to ejaculate, a powerful series of pulsations that sent waves of cum into her body.

They stared into each other's eyes as they came together, Greg pulsating inside of Kerry and her body accepting his cum with pleasure. It was some time before they parted and at realisation of the time gathered their clothing and headed home, filled with the buzz of what had just transpired.

After that night Kerry and Greg never got the opportunity to see each other again, her husband had grown suspicious about her internet use and private phone calls at all hours of the night, and so she was unable to come up with a reasonable excuse for being out at night again.

One day as Greg sat at his computer looking at porn and wondering where Kerry had been recently, he noticed her log on. 

Greg: Hi.

Kerry: Hi.

Greg: I've missed you.

Kerry: I've missed you too, but we need to talk.

Greg: 'Bout what?

Kerry: We are moving to another state for my husband's work, I wont get to see you again. I'm sorry; this is hurting me as much as it hurts you.

Greg: :-(

Kerry: There is something else.

Greg: What?

Kerry: I'm pregnant.

Greg felt a wave of shock pass through him.

Greg: Is it mine?

Kerry: I'm not sure, but it's a serious possibility.

Kerry told him that she didn't expect anything, that whether it was his or not she would raise the child as her husband's and he would be none the wiser. She had no idea how it had happened. The doctors had told her that she couldn't get pregnant again, and that it was her body's issue not her husband's, and everyone was as surprised as she was that she was with child. 

Greg and Kerry never saw each other again, but were forever connected by that night, and the child that grew inside her.