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Helping Hand

By: cside



A Helping Hand

A while ago, my wife and I were sitting at home watching the stormy weather through our veranda windows. The rain was heavy and the lightning spectacular. The lightning would light up the entire neighbourhood and it was almost as bright as daytime. 

During a lull in the storm we heard the sound of a car breaking and screeching to a halt before we heard a sound of crunching plastic. Victoria, my wife was worried, what if they were lying there in the rain, surely they would suffer from hypothermia, or what if they had injured themselves and needed attention. Looking around we saw nothing, although we knew that whoever it was should be close. A bolt of lightning lit up the neighbourhood again and Victoria noticed a vehicle along the side of the road, about a hundred metres away. She pointed it out and with the next flash we were able to make out the profile of a person. I assured Victoria that the occupants had to be all right, as they were walking around the vehicle. I said that they were probably under the influence of alcohol and it would serve them right for drinking and driving. Victoria the perpetual optimist eventually convinced me that it was a poor old lady who had not seen where she was going and turned too sharp. So we pulled our vehicle out the garage and went to the assistance of the ‘little old’ lady.

When we arrived we were surprised to see not an old lady but a woman of about early thirties, well dressed and as I suspected was slightly inebriated, yet still in full control of her vices. She seemed pleased to see that she had help but was slightly anxious about something. Her vehicle was still driveable and it appeared as though only the fender was slightly smashed, but her vehicle was lodged upon a rock. The sump was not ruptured either, but she was unable to get moving. We tried in vane to remove the vehicle, but all we succeeded in doing was getting full of mud and wetter. The rain continued to pour down and slowly we ran out of options. Realising that we were fighting a loosing battle we suggested that she stay at our place for the night and in the daylight we could tackle the recovery of the vehicle, after all it was safely off the road and we figured that no-one else would move it either.

When we arrived home we saw the whole beauty of Tessa. She had long blonde hair and obviously frequented the gym. Her legs were well built and shaped. Her arm muscles were a deal larger than those of a regular woman. It was quite apparent that she paid particular attention to her appearance. Her makeup looked professional and not over done. Her busts were pert and well shaped. We offered her a bath and a hot drink, which she accepted with glee. Tessa retreated to the bathroom and ran a bath while Victoria prepared the coffee. When she was finished Victoria went to her cupboard to see if she had anything that would fit Tessa, and found a warm nightie. Victoria knocked on the door and told Tessa that she would leave the garment at the door and when she was finished could just take it, but Tessa said that it was all right and that Victoria should bring it in and place it on the bathroom cupboard. 

Victoria came to me quite in awe and said that while she new that had noticed that Tessa had a good shape, she never quite expected to see such a lovely body in the bath. She said that Tessa had no fat anywhere and that her boobs had obviously been filled at some stage but looked natural. I could see Victoria’s nipples rising as she explained that she shaved her muff in a heart shape and that her lips were quite visible. She was just about to move on to describe Tessa’s taught but when we heard the bathroom door open and shortly Tessa appeared in the door way. Tessa apologised that we had to sit with our wet clothes while she enjoyed the bath and that she had tried not to occupy the bath for too long. She held out a pair of Victoria’s panties and said that she would not use them as she seldom did and it would only inconvenience us more with washing. Victoria told her to stop being foolish and to wear them, but Tessa insisted that she seldom wore them. The nightie was one or two sizes too small for Tessa but somehow she had managed to fit herself into it. I could see what Victoria had said about her boobs. They were a sight to behold, almost as though it were a view from the top of the mountain.

She said that she felt much better and that she had almost forgotten all her problems. I volunteered the bath to Victoria and she said that I should go ahead and run the water while she finished her coffee and spoke to Tessa. I ran the water and once completed I returned to the sitting room and informed Victoria that her bath was ready. She smiled at Tessa and asked to be excused. I took sat on the couch on the opposite side of the living room and we started to make small talk about where she was from and what she did. It turned out that she was a small town girl who was a born natural with figures and her studies and then her work brought her to the bigger centre. She did some form of actuarial science for a large insurance company. By this time it was my turn for the bath and I excused myself while the ladies chatted. 

Once finished in the bath I returned to the living room and although it was late, I offered another round of drinks. Victoria was not a big alcohol consumer, but said that she would like an Irish Coffee to relax her and asked Tessa if she would like one, and she accepted. While I was preparing the coffees I overheard that Tessa had been to a party at a male friends house, a friend who she could not understand why she pursued. She seemed to run behind him the whole time and he paid little attention to her, because he said that her upbringing had left her ‘a little ignorant to sophistication’. Thus he encouraged her to improve herself, but seemed more impressed with her physique than her mannerisms. The party was the last straw for her and she had become depressed and drank a few too many. Then she had a little Dutch courage and decided that he wasn’t worth it and stormed out, shortly before we had met her. That is how she managed to immobilize her vehicle.

When I returned from the kitchen and finished dishing out the ladies drinks, I resumed my place on the sofa. The Irish Coffees were just what the doctor ordered. They were relaxing and warming. We all started to get more comfortable and chatted along for about half an hour or more. Tessa pulled her legs on to the couch and huddled up to get warm and I could see her two cleanly shaven lips and her love funnel. I could feel my pyjamas move as my shaft started to rise involuntarily; I did my best to draw attention away from it and conceal it. Victoria must have seen my predicament, because by now she was smiling and almost breaking into a laugh. Tessa seemed a little confused as to what was going on and Victoria decided to join me on the sofa. She sat next to me and snuggled close to me, feeling my hard on. She must have been enjoying the whole scenario because her nipples were hard and pushing tight against her pink and white camisole. Tessa sensed that there was something going on and said that asked to be excused, as she was a little pushed from her the whole experience, and Victoria said that she would make sure that Tessa was comfortable and had everything she required. I was relieved as now this left me alone so that I could find my way to the bedroom and prevent a little embarrassment. 

Safely in the bedroom I got in under the covers and took off my pyjamas, I was quite sure that Victoria would be amorous enough to suck my scrotum empty of all life giving juices. I switched the lights off and waited for her to come in. After a while I heard the door open and I felt Victoria pull open the bed sheets and climb in, to my surprise she was also naked. She put her back to me and snuggled in, feeling my cock, which by now was rock hard. She squeezed the shaft and fiddled with my sack that I could feel that she was wanting me. I moved my hand to her front and slipped my hand between her legs, she opened them slowly and I extended my index finger to stimulate her clitoris. I moved my finger into her snatch and began frisk movements and I could hear her climaxing. I suddenly stopped and she groaned, moving back hoping to possibly let my shaft slip in. I allowed her to take the tip and just nuzzle her clitoris a bit to heighten her pleasure. I could hear her groaning as she cam closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly the door burst open and the light came on. There was Victoria standing nude, with a huge grin on her face and said: “Are you two finished yet, I also want some”. I looked down and saw that I was entering Tessa. She then switched off the light and jumped into bed next to Tessa. 

Tessa pulled away and climbed on top of Victoria, kissing her all over and then moving down to her pubic area. I could sense Victoria was enjoying it and pulled me closer to suck on her boobs. She felt for my cock and started wanking me, back and forth with gentle strokes, then she came with a yell that I thought would bring the walls down, and then she lay still. Tessa returned her attention to me taking over the responsibility of nurturing my member, sucking it and stroking until I could hardly help myself, but then she too stopped. Victoria was now up again and was returning the favour by muffing Tessa, until she too came with a roar. As the two huddled closer and enjoyed the bliss of what had happened, I thought that I had been forgotten. I moved in closer and the two women sensing my needs resumed stroking my member, and squeezing it with gentle movements, until I too came and wasted my load all over Victoria’s chest. Tessa did the necessary and helped Victoria clean up by licking it off and of course licking the spots that aroused Victoria again. We all huddled close and fell asleep from the exhaustive and pleasurable experiences of the night.

I still wonder who got the helping hand that night.

Helping Hand



My sister Carolyn recently came from out of town to visit. My wife's birthday was coming up and Carolyn wanted to be here to celebrate the occasion and spend some time with her nephew. She and her husband have been trying to have children of their own for quite some time but have been unsuccessful. I could tell the stress was taking its toll on Carolyn when she arrived. She is an attractive, auburn-haired woman in her late thirties with a pretty face and a nice body. She's just a few years older than my wife but she looked quite a bit older when she showed up. She looked like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. 

Carolyn's outlook seemed to do a 180 after she was here for a couple of days and her natural beauty began to shine through as she began to cheer up. One night after my wife had gone to bed, Carolyn and I were up playing some casino games on my PS2 and having some rum and Cokes. We chatted as we played and the subject of her attempting to get pregnant came up. She had been through it all. She'd seen doctors, been through all the tests, and even considered going through expensive in-vitro sessions because nothing had worked. 

I told Carolyn about a theory I have had for some time. I thought Carolyn and her husband had been trying too hard and the stress they had been putting on themselves had affected their bodies in a negative way, resulting in their inability to conceive. I surmised they didn't really enjoy the act of making love anymore; they were just going through the motions of trying to make a baby. I told her she needed to relax somehow and she admitted she felt overwhelmed by the pressure she, her husband, and hers have been putting on her to have kids.

I began to tell Carolyn about an idea I had that might help take her mind off the end result of getting pregnant while she and her husband were having sex. I went on to say that as much as she may have been enjoying the sex, I didn't believe she had really been letting herself go. She was too preoccupied with getting pregnant. I told her I would have to show her what I had in mind so she would be convinced it would work, but I didn't tell her what the idea was. Carolyn was unsure of what I had in mind but she was at the end of her rope and was willing to try just about anything. I told Carolyn the only thing I needed her to do was to just relax and trust me. Figuring she had nothing to lose, Carolyn agreed to go along with my plan. 

I stood up and asked Carolyn to do the same. She gulped down the last of her drink and unsteadily made it to her feet. Carolyn was wearing a short robe that I untied and pushed back over her shoulders. I could see her full breasts sway through the silky fabric of her nightie as she raised her hands to meekly protest. She was hesitant, not knowing what I was going to do, but I assured her she just needed to trust me. 

Carolyn was wearing a satin and lace maroon two-piece nightie. It was fairly modest, nothing wild or see-through, but she looked pretty sexy in it and I could feel my passion begin to swell. I led Carolyn to the sectional couch and sat back in the corner where the couches join. I then placed a bed pillow I had been leaning on while playing the PS2 in front of me, partially for a cushion and partially to cover my growing hard-on. I had Carolyn sit down between my legs with her back to me.

I leaned back against the couch, sitting upright, and had Carolyn lean back against the pillow. I moved her hair to one side, told her to close her eyes, and leaned in to whisper in her ear. In soothing tones I told her to just relax her whole body as I gently ran my hand over her arms and upper legs. I continued whispering warmly in her ear, trying to relax her, as I moved my hands up to her face and slowly traced her features with my fingers. Carolyn told me what I was doing felt very good and that she felt totally relaxed. I continued to run my hands gently over Carolyn's face, arms, shoulders, and legs as I whispered that I would need her to use her imagination for what I had planned. I told her that when she makes love to her husband she needs to let go, to lose herself in the heat of the moment.

"What's your favorite fantasy? What gets you hot just thinking about it," I cooed in her ear. In Carolyn's relaxed state her mind went blank so I began to probe as I continued my soothing actions. "Do you fantasize about making love to a complete stranger?"

"No," she replied. "How about making love to another woman?"

"Not really, it gets my husband off to fantasize about me having sex with another woman but I'm not really into it," answered Carolyn. "How about a threesome," I continued. It must have struck a cord in her because she hesitated, then softly moaned. 

"Looks like I finally came up with something you like," I joked. "Does the thought of making love to two men at the same time make you wet," I asked. Carolyn responded with a throaty, "Ooohh yeah...," and now I knew what tact to take with her as I continued to whisper in her ear. "Have you ever made love to two men at the same time before," I asked. "No, but it's always made me hot thinking about it," she responded. "I want you to imagine what it would be like." With that I reached down and took Carolyn's hands in mine and began to guide her hands over her body.

"Four hands moving over your body, touching you all over, caressing you," I purred as I moved her hands to her breasts and cupped her mounds through her nightie. I moved her fingers to massage her breasts, grazing over the stiffening nipples, as I went on. "Two mouths planting soft, wet kisses all over you. Licking you, sucking you, tasting you." Carolyn's breathing was becoming more labored as she got hotter. I left her hands on her breasts and she continued to massage them and I stroked her stomach and legs. "You're completely nude and they are slowly working over your entire body with their hands and mouths. Can you feel it," I asked. "Oooh, yeah," she moaned as she pushed up the top of her nightie so she could play with her bare breasts. I watched as she worked her beautiful exposed nipples, tugging and twisting on her hard pink nubs. My now-raging hard-on strained against the pillow as I wondered if Carolyn could feel it.

I again placed my hands back over Carolyn's, feeling the soft skin of her breasts as I laced my fingers through hers. Our hands massaged her mounds as I breathed hotly on her neck, sending shivers down her body. I took Carolyn's right hand from her breast and guided it slowly down her bare stomach. "Can you feel one of them move between your legs," I ask as I slide our hands under the thin elastic waistband of her lingerie bottom. "You're practically begging him to touch you as his hands near your pussy." Our hands glide over her neatly trimmed pubic mound and I slide our middle fingers down her soaking wet slit. Carolyn is very wet and I can feel her juices covering our fingers as they slide up and down her opening. I guide our fingers in small circles around her swollen clit each time we get to the top. As we make another pass over Carolyn's slit, I push our middle fingers into her pussy and she gasps slightly.

I move her hand back to her clit and remove my hand. I whisper that she needs to tell me what happens next as she massages her clit. "Oh, one of them goes down on me as I suck the other one," she moans. I could tell Carolyn wasn't totally lost in the fantasy yet by the fact that she wasn't too descriptive about what was happening. She also stopped after the brief description. I obviously was going to have to goad her along to get her to totally let go.

I move my fingers to my mouth to moisten them and begin to glide my wet fingers over Carolyn's nipples as I ask, "Does he have a big cock?"

"Mmm...it's sooo big. My hand barely fits around it," she moans. I continue to lead her, "What are you doing to that huge, throbbing cock?"

"I'm running my tongue around the head of it as I stroke it. Then I take it into my mouth and suck on it."

"What happens next?" Carolyn is rubbing her clit rapidly as she speaks. "I suck on his cock as he pushes it into my mouth, then they switch places and I get on my knees to suck the other guy..." she trails off. I pick up the story as she concentrates on her clit. 

"And the one with the huge cock moves behind you?"

"Yesss..." she responds. "He rubs the engorged head of his thick cock up and down your wet pussy but doesn't go inside. He begins to tease you, pushing just the tip of it inside. Tell him what you want him to do."

"Ooohhh fuck me. Stick that big dick in my pussy," she moans as she furiously rubs her clit. I continue, "You've got two cocks inside you, one in your mouth and one in your pussy. Suck that guy's hard cock while the other guy fills your pussy from behind with his big dick." With that Carolyn lifts her hips off the couch as she breathlessly cries, "Yes...yes...oh yesssss," and brings herself to orgasm as I tug on her nipples.

Carolyn's orgasm subsides as she collapses back onto the couch. "Oh God, that felt so incredible," Carolyn pants as she tries to catch her breath. I stop massaging her breasts and take her hand from her pussy. I move it up to my face and take her fingers into my mouth one at a time, tasting her juices and sucking them clean. "See, that's what you need to do the next time you're with your husband. Fantasize about something that gets you so hot it takes your mind off making a baby." Carolyn realizes her top is still pushed up and sheepishly pulls it back down. "Seeing as how I just got so lost in the fantasy that I masturbated in front of my brother, I suppose it is possible that your plan might work. Feeling suddenly tired, Carolyn says she needs to get to bed. She turns and leans in to give me a goodnight kiss and I am surprised when she opens her mouth. I reciprocate and we kiss passionately but briefly. Before Carolyn pulls away, she whispers in my ear, "That's for before, that was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had." I watch her ass jiggle through her nightie as she walks away toward the hallway and out of sight.



Helping Hand



Joe was just asked to leave work early on Saturday, cutting hours. He didn't want to, he needed the money. His father had just left three years ago when he was fifteen. He had been working to help his mother pay the bills. She had been a stay at home mom, so finding a job for her wasn't easy. 

Joe's mother, Patty, was still a lovely woman. She was tall had long brown hair, she had a body the his school mates would make little comments about. 

Joe got to the house about two hours before normal. He headed down the hall to his room, he had to pass his mother's room. Her door was sitting open. He stepped in to say hi, but what he saw made him panic. 

She was kneeling on the bed, completely nude, there was a noose around her neck. He sprinted to the bed, through his arm around his mother, and yanked down on the rope. The rope pulled right down.

She fell back onto the bed, and started crying, Joe didn't know what to think. He grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped her up. He sat down on the bed and hugged her close letting her finish crying. 

He still didn't know what was going on, but the rope pulled down too easily for it to be suicide. He didn't rush her, he let her cry herself out. 

After the tears were done, he asked what was going on. She admitted that she could only orgasm when she couldn't breathe. She had the rig with the rope set up so that if she started to pass out it would release, but it still had its dangers. She almost started crying again. "I don't do it often, but I needed the release."

Joe felt really bad about interrupting, but he didn't know what to say. "Do you want me to help..." She interrupted him before he could finish his offer to set the rig back up. 

"Honey, no I couldn't ask you to help me!" She didn't want to admit it, but having Joe actually help her did excite her. 

"That's not what I meant, I was talking about setting the rig back up." During the time they were setting there the blanket had fallen to expose one of her breasts. They were fantastic. They were at least C, or maybe even a D. He wasn't sure if she even realized she was exposed, and now that the danger was over, catching a forbidden view of his mother's fantastic tit was turning him on. "But I guess if you wanted..." 

She sat up and looked at him, the blanket falling into her lap. It would be less dangerous for someone to hold her mouth instead of the rope. At least that is what she told herself when she said, "Ok, but you need to do exactly what I say. I will lean up against you, you hold my mouth and nose shut. When I touch your arm you need to let go, understand?"

" Yeah, I got it." He sat up leaning back on the headboard. Patty stood up and the blanket fell away. Joe thought her body was amazing. Her breasts were damn near perfect in his mind. She had a beautiful curve down to her wide rounded hips, that framed out a trimmed out dark bush. "Mom! you are absolutely beautiful."

"Stop it." She picked up a towel she had laying on the bed, and placed it where she would sit on. 

"Whats that for?"

"I don't want to soak the bed silly." She sat down on the bed between his legs, and leaned back against his chest. Joe wished that he had taken his shirt off so that he could feel her bare skin against her chest. She reached over to grab a Hitachi wand. It blew Joe's mind that she was using something that plugged in. 

She flipped the switch on and began to rub it against her clit. Joe layed his hand over her mouth and pinched her nose closed. Instantly Patty tried to pull away, it was the first time in years she had someone's hand cut off her air. She relaxed back against her son's chest and continued to rub the vibrating wand against her. He put his free hand around her waist and held her. His thumb rested on the bottom of her breast. It only took a minute her body started to shake. 

Joe nearly let go of his mother's mouth but remembered that she would signal him. He heard her make almost a squeaking noise from her throat. The sound from the vibrator changed there was a wet splashing noise that kept time with the vibration noise. The smell of her sex in the room became very strong. She touched his elbow and he let go. 

She was breathing hard, "Damn, give me a minute." Joe thought that things were done but she didnt turn off the vibrator. She was moaning lightly as she caught her breath. Once her breathing came back to almost normal, she said, "again, baby." 

Joe moved his hand back over her mouth and nose again. Just as he got his hand in place he heard her click the Hitachi onto the high setting. He jumped slightly, he had no idea that it would run harder than it already was. He hand around her waist rose up slightly onto the softer flesh of her breast. 

He pulled his hand back down, not wanting to go to far. His Mother grabbed his hand and brought it back up over her breast, so that her nipple pressed against the palm. She squeezed his hand a little, he understood what she meant and he started kneading her breast. 

She moved her hand to the other breast and began to rub that one and play with her nipple. Her back arched out and wet sound with the vibrator got stronger. Her body was shaking violently against him, but she hadn't touched his arm yet. 

She started shaking her head back and forth, but he held on. She clicked the wand off and touched his arm. "Oh, fuck, oh god, oh fuck..." she muttered through the heavy breathing. She had not done anything to remove her son's hand from her breast so he let it stay right where it was. They laid there for a few minutes. Joe decided to get brave and he dropped his hand that was holding her mouth down to her thigh. She didn't say anything while he was rubbing her thigh. He slid his and up quickly to touch her pussy. 

His finger slid inside her slit and he moved it up and across her clit. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away. "No baby I am too sensitive." He didn't fight her, but he did lick his finger before he could stop her, he wanted to taste what was making that wonderful smell. 

He could tell that she was surprised by what he did, but she made no move to stop him. "Oh, honey, I got you all excited didn't I? I know, I can feel you on me." She slid off the bed, for the first time Joe could see the towel she had been sitting on. It was soaked with her juices. 

"I feel really bad, maybe I should help." It surprised him to hear that. She took the towel and threw it over to the side. She crawled back into the bed, and started to rub his cock through his pants. Joe leaned his head back and enjoyed the feeling of his mother's hand through his jeans. 

She popped the button and pulled the zipper down. "Lift up baby." Joe complied, and she pulled his pants and boxers down together. His cock sprang out the waist band, it stood about 8 inches and thick. She put her hand around it and started slowly moving it up and down his dick. 

He just enjoyed the feeling of the handjob from his mom. She would on occasion stop jacking him off and just run her fingers up and down the shaft gently. He felt the towel that she had moved out of her way. Thinking that she was intent on his cock, he grabbed the towel up and began to sniff the fluid on it. 

As he got braver he reached his tongue out to taste it. The flavor of his mother's orgasm was mixed in with the cotton on the towel. He looked down at Patty and she looked up, their eyes lock with a corner of the towel in his mouth. Her hand dropped away from his cock. "Why are you so obsessed with that taste?"

She took the towel from him and looked at the wet spot, She slid her fingers around in the dampness. "I guess I can understand it." She leaned over and sniffed the spot herself. She laid the towel over his face so that his senses were inundated with the smell. "I think there is something I want to taste." He felt her hand back on his shaft then felt her tongue on his tip. 

He tensed his body slightly, and he pushed his head into her mouth. "Like that, huh?" and before he had time to respond she buried his cock to the hilt in her mouth. He inhaled deeply taking in all of her sent. She pulled her mouth back so that her lips were barely on his head. Again she pushed his cock back into her mouth so that her nose was back in her pubic hair. 

This was the first time his cock had been in anyone's mouth and it didn't take long before he got to the point he felt like he was going to explode. "Mom, I'm cumming." She slid her mouth out so that her lips held him just below his head. She gripped his shaft and started jacking him off. 

The amount that her son came in her mouth surprised her, she tried to swallow it, and the cum slipped out between her lips and shaft. She slid her mouth back down his shaft licking the cum off his cock. Laid down beside him, and laid her head on his shoulder, and kissed his cheek. She started rubbing her hand across his chest. 

She reached down and touched the head of his cock. He jumped the sensation was like electricity. "that's what I felt when you touched my clit. You have to give it more time than you did."

"Sorry." 

"Its fine, but I think its been enough time, if you want to try again, maybe use something other than your finger." She touched her finger to his lips. 

She rolled to her back. Joe rolled on top of her and kissed a nipple. He kissed down her stomach until he reached her pubic hair. He flicked his tongue out and buried it between her lips. She arched back and pressed her pussy against her face. He sucked her clit between his lips. 

He slipped a finger inside her. "Oh, honey." He could taste the juices flowing from her. She ran his fingers through his hair and held him to her pussy. He slid his fingers in and out, "Ummmm, that feels good. Don't stop." 

He kept licking and fingering her pussy. She tasted positively amazing. He remembered his mother saying that she couldn't come without being choked, and he wanted to make her cum again. He took his tongue of his mom's clit and moved his mouth back to her breasts. His hips ended up between her legs. "What are you..." He cut her off with his hand over her mouth and nose.

He wrapped his thumb around to rub her clit. She began to buck underneath him. He felt a warm spray on the palm of his hand. She suddenly fell back to the bed. Joe took his hand from her mouth. She started breathing hard. Once she caught her breath again she said, "Oh, son, that was..." He cut her off again holding her mouth and nose again. 

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his stiffening cock. Her pussy sprayed on his hand again, and he let go of her mouth. "Oh god, I want it. oh god I need it. Fuck me, fuck your mother." Without stopping to think, he positioned himself between her legs, she guided his head to her opening. 

He pushed his cock for the first time into a pussy, his mother's pussy. The warmth and dampness seemed to welcome the invasion from her son. He moved his hips back and thrust back in. He fell into a rhythm and she met every thrust with one herself. He clamped his hand back over her mouth and nose. He felt the cum spray on his stomach. 

His mother reached up and grabbed his arm. "Not yet." He thought the increased danger would help her cum again. He started thrusting harder, faster. she met his every thrust. It worked, she sprayed cum over him again. He moved his hand away. 

She relaxed her body, and through the struggled breath, "that might be the best orgasm I ever had." He continued to fuck her pussy for all he was worth, but she was no longer pushing back. "I want to take care of you now baby. Roll over on your back." 

He complied with her demands and she straddled him. "I am going to completely blow your mind. She started rubbing her hand on her pussy then taking all the juices she found there and rubbed them all over his cock. She positioned his head on her asshole. She impaled herself on her son's cock. She sat all the way down on his hips. Her asshole was hotter than her pussy and a lot tighter. She slowly started moving her hips back and forth. He tried to meet her thrusts with his own. 

He felt her clamp her ass around him, and continue to thrust around his cock. "Oh, mom." There was no way he could hold himself back. He exploded in his mother's ass. She lifted herself off him. 

She took the towel off the bed and cleaned him off. She laid her head back on his shoulder. "I cant believe we just did that, but I don't think I am going to regret it." They both drifted off to sleep in just that position. 

During their nap the front door opened, Emily, Joe's twin sister, stepped through the door. Before they fell asleep neither of them had gotten up to close the door to the room.



Helping Hand



I opened the door to see Yvette standing there in her customary trenchcoat and pumps. It was rare to have much conversation beforehand; the basic "How are you doing?" chat to see that each other is okay is our extent. We openly dated other people, but didn't always sleep with them on the first or second date. Some, particularly in her case, didn't even have a shot at getting some.

So usually by the time we hooked up with each other, more conversation was the last thing we wanted. See, Yvette and I were far too self-centered to be with each other in a normal relationship, but we were too good together sexually to walk away from each other. So, our routine was simple: fuck first, talk later – if we didn't fall asleep. We cared about each other, but this thang we had was about relieving stress, feeling good, getting our freak on – which happened to be the topic of one of our last post-fuck conversations. We tried to see which one of us had the wildest fantasy – she won.

I let Yvette in, and she stayed in the living room while I went into the kitchen to get her a glass of red wine. When I came back, her coat was lying across the top of the chair, and her shoes were under the end table. She was sitting cross-legged and topless on the couch. Yvette had tan skin, and perky 32B titties. She was a small woman – if I put my hands on either side of her waist, my fingertips could almost touch – but her sexual energy was off the scale.

I handed her a glass, and as she sipped the wine as I shared a concern with her. The last two times we hooked up she seemed to want more than what I could provide. The longest I've been able to go at it was about 1½ hours, cumming about five or six times - but that didn't happen often. Even though I made good use of my tongue those, I was still sore afterward. I asked if I was leaving her unsatisfied most times. She said no, then laughed and added that it may just be that she really needs two men to get the job done, like in her fantasy.

"Thanks," I said flatly.

"Do you honestly think I would continue to make plans to see you if you weren't satisfying me?" she put her hand on my cheek.

"I guess not."

She set her empty wine glass down and stood me up to unfasten my pants. I took off my shirt and let her push my pants and briefs to the floor. She kissed my thighs, then my throbbing 8" dick. "That's what I love about your dick; he's always ready for me."

I looked down and watched her head slide back and forth, fast then slow. Yvette jerked my dick with her hand as she licked and sucked my nuts. She consumed my dick in her mouth again, and it was feeling real good. Yvette was the epitome of the woman who could be a lady in the streets: she was dainty, she was demure, and she had a way about her that made a man want to take care of her. But behind closed doors – she understood, and was not afraid of, her sexual needs. She was comfortable in letting her public image go, and squeezing every bit of pleasure out of intimate contact that she possibly could.

Personally I had never been with a woman who got so much pleasure out of sucking dick. She could cum while doing it, without even touching herself. She sucked sloppy, and she sucked noisy. She knew when to look up with those innocent eyes, she knew when to suck hard and when to ease off, she knew when to lick and when to swirl, and she knew when to take my tip into her throat and when to tap my dick on her tongue.

I felt my knees weaken, and grabbed her head. I thought she might stop when I got close, but she jerked the shaft and sucked the head until I unloaded in her mouth.

I regained my balance and knelt down to suck on her chocolate quarters, while opening the drawer of the end table beside the couch. I took out a blindfold – she sat back and looked at me when I went to put it on her.

"Why are you about to fulfill your fantasy, when I won the contest?"

"Because your fantasies scare me!" I joked.

Yvette laughed, "Chicken heart." She let me put the blindfold over her eyes, "A real man would be scared of being arrested."

"Hey, I got warrants already." I stood her up, and kissed on her body as I removed her panties. I noticed how wet they were, and took a sniff before tossing them aside. I led her back to my bedroom – where a video camera, and . . . other accessories were waiting. I laid her across the bed, and guided her arms above her head. I grabbed a bottle of caramel syrup I had warmed up before she got there, and squeezed the contents over her body. She smiled and told me not to hurt her. I licked and ate the syrup from her neck, chest, breasts and stomach, then went to work on her thighs and shaved pussy. Her giggles turned to moans, as she ran one of her hands over my head and told me to eat her good. I moved her hand off my head, "Don't move from where I put you."

With the syrup gone from her legs and toes, I went back to her pussy. The mix of the caramel that was left and her natural juices was delicious. I kissed her lips, and then lifted her knees so I could drag my tongue from her asshole to her clit while working my finger inside her. Her moans got steadily louder. Then I started sucking her clit, and stroking her g-spot with my middle finger. She grabbed my head with both of her hands, and I stopped to order her to lay flat like I had put her and to not move again. She complained that I was messing up her flow, but I didn't resume my meal until she did what I said. Within a few licks I was back in my rhythm, and so was she. Eventually she was driving her pussy into my face and cumming in my mouth.

"Slide your dick in me," she moaned.

I stepped away and motioned for Tim, my boy who was waiting immpatiently in the corner, to go to the other side of the bed. He stood over her head and ran his dick across her face. Before Yvette got there, he showered with my soap and used my cologne so we would have roughly the same scent.

"Back for more lips service, huh?" she licked his nuts. "Trying to tease me tonight?" she reached up to grab his dick.

Tim caught her at her wrist. He put her hand back down to the bed, as I moved behind him and warned her not to try that again. As far as our bodies, there were a couple of inches difference in height between Tim and I, and maybe 10 pounds in weight. I hoped Yvette wouldn't notice any differences in areas beyond that.

She continued licking his nuts, then curled her tongue around his dick. She licked every inch she could from that position, then cocked her head to the side to suck on it. I crossed my fingers and held my breath because this was a real hurdle. She stopped and turned her head back so that his dick came out of her mouth, "How come your so quiet this time? Am I not satisfying you?"

"I'm just admiring your beauty, and your talent."

She laughed and resumed sucking, harder. She would definitely know Tim's voice from mine, so I had to make sounds to go along with his facial expressions – basically, I voiced what he mouthed. I knew how good she was making his dick feel. Soon Tim was grimacing, and unloading cum into her mouth. He pulled his dick out, and stepped back from the bed.

"Hey, that was kinda fast for your second round. Maybe I am getting to be too much for you," she laughed. "Do you need to take a break?"

I walked to the other side of the bed, told her that there were no timeouts tonight, and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. I spread her legs, and worked my hard dick inside her. Her moan was deep and loud. A few minutes later I pushed her legs back so that her knees were by her ears so I could go deep. "Still want to talk shit?"

She gritted her teeth, "take this pussy!" She grabbed her ankles to pull her legs even farther back. She was so wet it felt like my nuts could slip inside her with the rest of my dick. I alternated between using the bed to bounce her up onto my dick, and using my hips to thrust straightforward into her. Either way, her body responded with spasms and mini-orgasms. She reached to pull me into her deeper, and I stopped. She was trying to ask me why, when a full orgasm ripped through her body. 

"Don't do that!" she smacked my arm. "You can't just stop like that!"

"Try to touch me again, and I'll not only stop – I'll pull out all together."

"I can't stand you," she smiled.

I slid back, "Think I'm playing?"

She moaned, then put her hands back above her head. I noticed Tim trying to suppress his laughter while he moved the camera, and had to look away before I busted out laughing. I started stroking her pussy again, and she started meeting me stroke for stroke. "Pull your legs back again!"

Yvette lifted her legs, but this time when she grabbed her ankles she held her feet together over her head. That new diamond formation changed the feel of her pussy somehow, and in about five minutes I buried cum deep inside her. She screamed as another orgasm attacked her.

Tim, still erect, motioned for me to turn her over on her hands and knees. She was still breathing heavy, but I got her into position. Tim came over, went in her, and pumped real slow. Her "oohs" and "yeahs" were deep and long. Watching a woman getting dick in that position was even better live than in videos. Yvette rotated her hips, and bent her back like a cat. Tim made his strokes shorter and faster, and got up on the bed. Yvette stretched her hands forward and put her head down. Soon he was riding her ass, and she was loving it. Then he started smacking her cheeks.

"Oh, hell yeah! Smack that shit, Daddy!"

Tim got off the bed and put his hands around her waist to pull her back to meet his thrusts. Yvette's "oohs" and "ahhs" got real guttural. Tim had broken a sweat, and I noticed Yvette's back and forehead were glistening. I couldn't help stroking my growing erection at the scene in front of me. These two were fucking hard, and it was an amazing thing to watch. Yvette's screams suddenly stopped, though her mouth stayed open. Tim's mouth dropped open, and his eyes rolled back in his head. They both almost fell over, as their bodies twitched – then they moaned and both relaxed.

When Tim pulled out Yvette rolled on her side, breathing real heavy. I told her, "This isn't a good time to be acting tired."

She grinned, "You said there was no timeouts tonight, right?"

"You damn right," I lifted her leg to slide back inside.

"Fuck!"

"Yeah, I plan to," I put her leg on my shoulder, and leaned over her so that her pussy was good and spread. She was clinching a fistful of my sheet between her fingers and telling me how much she loved my dick. I sat up and lifted her leg off my shoulder to kiss on her calf and the back of her knee, which made her leg shiver. I let it rest on my shoulder again, then reached down with my other hand and stroked her clit with my thumb. Her whole body jerked, and she pulled my hand away. I pulled out so that just my tip was inside her, "This is your last warning!"

Her body jerked twice, and she let go of my hand.

"You're not in control of this, understand?"

"Yes!"

"You have no idea what I'm doing to you, but you love it – don't you?"

"Hell yes!"

"Then don't try to stop me again, or I will stop!" I stroked her clit again, and her pussy started clamping down on my dick. Once it relaxed again, I braced myself and started increasing the pace and intensity of my thrusts. She started screaming and pulling the sheets from the bed. I brought her leg from my shoulder again, and took her big toe into my mouth.

Her eyes shot open, "No, don't do that! Ohhhhhhhhhh, don't do that!"

I sucked and ran my tongue around it.

"Damn, Daddy! What are you doing to me?"

"Whatever I want," I momentarily took her toe out.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!!!"

We came together; me shooting what cum I had left inside her, and her raspy voice echoing off the walls of the apartment.

Tim motioned for me to stand her up, so he could lay down for her to be on top of him. I thought this was a risky position, but I got her up.

"Baby," she tried to catch her breath, "let me rest. Let me get some strength back."

"Not tonight, baby. It's my turn to wear you out." I left her standing on the side of the bed, and walked to the other side. She commented that maybe I should rescind my own no-timeout rule, and I told her to hold on a second. When Tim was situated, he grabbed her wrists and guided her onto the bed, and onto him. She let out an "oh shit" on her way down his dick, and asked where I was getting all this energy from. With my head near Tim's I told her that her fantasies had inspired me to improve my performance. She smiled, got her legs into a comfortable position, and started riding him.

"See, you didn't need a break after all."

She then bent her body back and grabbed his ankles – her body looked so good stretched out like that it was hard for me not to start sucking her titties. I decided to get the camera off the tripod, and come in for a close-up. After a while, she sat back up and put her hands on Tim's chest. She was working her ass in all kinds of ways – grinding motions, circles, ovals. I went behind her and got some nice pussy and asshole shots. Yvette was so wet; a spot was forming on the sheet between Tim's legs from her juice running off his nuts. I was having a hard time holding the camera and rubbing my dick, so I put it back on the tripod.

Yvette's smooth movements became sporadic, and I figured she was about to cum again - her scream a few minutes later confirmed it. When her orgasm was over, her perspiration had turned to dripping sweat, but she started going again. She said she wasn't stopping until she wore me out once and for all.

Tim had put my pillow over his face. I put my head near Tim's again, and dared her to try. She started pumping her pussy onto Tim's dick more intensely than I had seen her thrust before. I said a number of "oh damns" just from the way she was working. Then she started grinding on him again. Tim flung the pillow away, and I saw the look on his face. From the way her hips swiveled and swirled I could imagine how she was making his dick touch every inch of her pussy. He started shaking his head, as if he couldn't take anymore.

Just then she must have hit her g-spot, because she let out a deep, quivering "ohh" that shocked the both of us. Then focused her grinds in that area, and dug her nails into Tim's chest. I put my pillow over his face when I saw him about to scream. Soon she was grunting and grinding her teeth, until Tim's toes curled and she let out a high-pitched scream.

Yvette lay back on the bed between Tim's legs, limp. Tim's dick plopped out and he rolled off the bed. He couldn't really stand up, and was still shaking his head. I got on the bed and slid back in.

"SHIT! Why aren't you done??"

I leaned over to her ear, "Had enough?"

She shook her head, "I need a break."

"And people in hell need ice water," I started slowly thrusting into her again. Taking a little mercy on her, I had Tim hand me the KY Jelly on my dresser and leaned back to pour some on her pussy as I slid in and out.

She let out a long moan, and brought her knees up to my waist as I slid back in. I put my head to her shoulder. She pulled me tight to her, and was grunting in my ear. "You love this pussy, don't you? This is good pussy, ain't it?"

"This pussy is the gold-standard. It's platinum pussy!"

"You can't get enough, can you?"

"Never enough."

She smacked my ass, "Never!"

I eased into her as deep as I could, and could feel her cumming again. When those waves subsided, I leaned my head over farther to lick and suck her nipples. After all the fucking that went on, this felt like I was making love to her. That's an area we usually tried to avoid, because it made us admit that we had real feelings for each other. If our egos would ever get out of the way, we could possibly have a good life together. But that wasn't going to happen, at least not now. As I long-stroked my dick into her, I thought about how much I loved her body and loved her willingness to open it to me.

I started grinding into her, and thrusting slow. We both came, then her arms fell back to the bed.

Her breathing was real heavy, so I asked her again if she had enough. It took her a little longer to respond, but she said she was loving it.

Tim took my place between her legs and held her arms down. He put his dick in her pussy, and Yvette opened her legs wide, saying "give it to me baby." He pumped hard enough for the slaps of their bodies coming together to bounce off the walls of the room. Yvette's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out. She gritted her teeth as she came, then let her mouth open again.

Tim eased up, took his dick out and slid it across her clit. It must have still been really sensitive because she started turning her head side to side and screaming. He slipped back inside her, and bent his head down to suck on her titties. She clinched her fists as she started to cum again. Her knuckles started turning white as Tim thrusted into her a few more times, then came with her. Yvette's entire body tensed up for half a minute, then she relaxed.

Tim got off her. We stood there watching and filming Yvette's body as it trembled. She caught her breath somewhat, and started saying she had enough – after nearly 3 hours. I sat her up, and told her to kiss my dick and call it her king – she grinned and complied. Tim stepped over, and I told her to do it again – she grinned and complied. I led her back out to the livingroom, and untied her blindfold.

She laid back on the couch, "Tonight was wonderful – exhausting, but wonderful. I may be walking funny tomorrow," she laughed.

"Blame it on me."

"And have my friends trying to have you do the same thing to them? Uh uh."

"Oh, now you want me to yourself?"

She shook her head, "I just don't want to share you with women I know." She kissed my lips, and took her clothes to the bathroom. While she freshened up and changed, I got the video and wrapped it in a gift box. When she came out, I walked her to the door and gave it to her to watch later. She asked what it was, and I told her it was a surprise.

After she left, Tim came out of my bedroom and asked if I was sure she was going to be okay with this? I told her we had actually fulfilled two of her fantasies – being with two men, and being videotaped. 



Helping Hand



Sally Perkins pulled her car into the driveway. She sat there for a few moments wondering what she was going to do for the week. Will, her 19 year old son was visiting with his father who moved away after separating from her two years ago.

"Well these groceries aren't going to put themselves away." Sally said to herself aloud. 

She opened the door and stepped out of the car. The hot late morning sun felt good on her face and heated her body though the light sundress. 

Tim, Will's best friend stood on the street behind Sally. The bright sun made the material almost transparent. He could see the shape of her perfect legs easily.

Sally in a world of her own, walked to the trunk and didn't even notice Tim standing there. She popped the trunk and grabbed her bags of groceries. Her arms were full when a sudden gust of wind blew up the back of her dress and hooked up on her belt baring her perfect backside and her light pink lace French cut panties. Her legs were naked.

She didn't even notice her exposure but Tim did. He stared at her ass as she started to walk towards the house. Tim ran up behind Sally; stiffness started to form in his shorts.

"Hi Mrs. Perkins!" Tim called out. "Need some help?"

"Oh! Hi Tim." Sally said slightly startled. "Yes, can you grab the other bags and shut the trunk? Thank!"

Sally waited for Tim then continued to walk to the front door with her ass still exposed and Tim literally bringing up her rear. He was sporting almost a full erection.

They entered the house and put the stuff in the kitchen. Sally started to put some of the veg away in the fridge bottom crisper draw. Her ass stared directly at Tim. 

"Well Tim, how are you doing?" Sally asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Will is with his Dad this week."

"I'm good Mrs. P." Tim finally responded. "Yeah, I forgot he was away."

Not really. Tim thought Sally was the hottest woman in the neighbourhood and loved coming by to see her. Her short blond hair framed her green eyes, pert nose and full ruby lips. Her body was slender but was blessed with two beautifully sized globes for tits. But those legs were her best assets in Tim's humble opinion. The white, thin, high heel sandals Sally wore only accentuated her gams.

Sally turned to put the rest of the stuff in the fridge affording Tim ample time to feed his fantasy. 

"Well Tim, thanks for helping. Can I offer you something to drink?" Sally asked but suddenly had a feeling of exposure then wiped the back of her dress.

Red faced Sally gasped, "Oops! Sorry! Guess it wasn't as exciting as the girls at the titty bar you and Will go to."

"They've got nothing on you Mrs. P." Tim retorted. "You have a real nice body."

Sally noticed Tim's bulge and smiled. "Thanks for noticing. Too early for a beer?" as she handed him a cold one.

"Nah, Never too early." Tim replied. 

"You really think I could compete with those young sexy things at the peeler?"

Sally's words had a hardening effect on Tim's crotch. 

"Mrs. P. You have a rocking body and the most perfect legs I've ever seen."

"Really!" Sally slid the hem of her dress up her thigh. "You really like my legs?"

"Mrs. Perkins." Tim quoted coyly. "I think you're trying to seduce me."

"You're right Tim." Sally said demurely and dropped her dress. "You're Will's best friend and I shouldn't take advantage of you.....should I?"

Tim tried to play it cool and drink his beer.

"Talking of taking advantage... how good are you with your hands?" Sally asked. "I have a bit of a leak and wonder if you could fix it?"

Sally realized what she just said. "Under the kitchen sink that is!" 

Truthfully, Sally could feel her juices start to run. "If I weren't wearing panties, the leak would be down my legs!" she thought.

"Sure! I can take a look at it." Tim gave Sally a sly look. 

"There are tools and some stuff downstairs in the shop."

"Well let me take a look and see what's wrong first." Tim said as he ducked under the sink. He had turned onto his back to see what might be causing the leak. 

"Mrs. P, do you have a flashlight or something."

"Yes, just a sec." 

Sally found a working flashlight. As she walked towards Tim, she was able to look up the leg of his shorts and spotted his tool. Now even half firm it was pretty long and thick. Her mouth was literally watering as she stared at Tim's tool.

"Errr...Mrs. P?" Tim broke her stare. "Can I have that light?"

"Oh.... Oh yes of course. Sorry I was thinking of something else."

She had to go between Tim's open legs to hand him the light. As she squatted, she placed her left hand on his muscular thigh and handed the flashlight with the other.

Tim grabbed the flashlight and look towards her then found himself staring under her dress. A noticeable wet spot showed on the pinky coloured material of her panties.

He turned his attention to the leak and tried to ease the tension forming in his shorts. "Yep, looks like you're leaking." Tim's comment got Sally's juice flowing more. "See?"

Sally leaned more between Tim's legs, but still couldn't see, so she leaned in more. Unfortunately, her high heels caused her lost of balance and she fell face first into his crotch. Her hand had "slipped" up his thigh and under his shorts. His pre-cum kissed her hand.

"Sorry Tim!" Sally apologized trying unsuccessfully to regain her balance and composure. She withdrew her hand and noticed the wet spot he gave her. Sally brought it to her mouth and licked the salty deposit.

"Not needed Mrs. P." Tim replied. "It's not often I get some hot babe falling all over me."

Sally slightly blushed. "Can you fix it?" 

"I can fix your leaky hole, but I need to replace a piece of pipe first." Tim quipped. "I have to go to the store and get a piece of pipe first."

"Okay, I'll give you some money for the part, and then maybe you can stay for dinner afterwards. I've got steak?" Sally bribed Tim.

"Yeah. That would be great." Tim responded excitedly. "I have to finish something first and be back in a few hours."

"Perfect!" then Sally added. "It's a date!"

Tim stood up with a hard on desperate for freedom from his shorts. Even though Sally could not help but notice it, she pretended to ignore it and handed him some cash.

"No, it's okay!" Tim refused the money. "I have a friend that can get me the part for free."

"Well, then call it payment for services toe rendered." Sally stuffed the money into his pocket and felt his manhood.

Tim left. 

Sally went to her bedroom to change. She removed her dress and saw the big wet spot. "Fuck that Tim has a huge cock!" 

That was enough to set her off. Sally jumped on the bed and started to masturbate; no warm up; just hardcore masturbating. She came hard within a minute. 

She laid on her bed panting and sweating. "Shit! It's Will's best friend." Sally said to herself. "But that cock is so big, I've got to have it!"

She decided to get ready and walked on wobblely legs to the bathroom. Sally ran a warm bubble bath hoping it would relax her sexually tense body. 

She didn't need to shave since she had a full Brazilian that morning, but she checked for stubble anyway. Her fingers found her clit. She found herself once again making herself cum before dosing off.

She awoke out of her stupor after a few minutes and realized she needed to get dressed and ready before Tim returned. She did her hair and put on some fresh makeup. “Heavier than normal, but not heavy enough to be slutty.” she thought.

She put on a red bra with black trim that lifted and pushed her tits together and really accentuated her cleavage, not that she needed it. Her nipples just peeked out the top.

Black stocking held up with red and black garters. She picked out her crotchless panties. "I'm so wet, I don't want to soak another pair." Sally justified her reasoning.

Sally put on a shorter than mid-thigh, black housedress. She left the top buttons undone to display the deep cleavage and the bra she wore underneath. 

She slipped on a pair of high heel black slippers and daubed some of her favourite perfume on all her pulse spots: side of her neck, wrists and the back of her knees. She was thinking about putting some on her pussy, but thought the natural scent down there would be better.

Sally was checking herself out in the mirror when the doorbell rung. Her heart leaped in excitement.

She practically ran to the door and opened it to let Tim in.

"Got it!" Tim said holding up a bag. Then he looked Sally up and down. "Wow! You look nice!"

Sally blushed a bit, then lead him back into the kitchen. He crawled under the sink and started his task. Sally for her part could only look up Tim's shorts at the massive piece of meat she knew she would be fucking.

Tim finished the work in record time. "All done! Did you want to inspect my work?"

Sally knew she would have to squat between Tim's legs again; 1) she knew he would be able to look under her dress again and would also be able to see how damp her pussy lips were since she wore crotchless panties; and 2) she knew if she got that close to his cock, she would take him right there!

"No, it's fine. I trust you."

Tim was disappointed for the same reasons Sally didn't want to do an inspection.

Tim cleaned up as Sally prepped the dinner. "It's nice out, feel like eating Al fresco?" she asked. "It's pretty private on the back deck with no one around so no one will see you with some old lady."

"Mrs. P. I would love to be seen in public with you. All the guys would be so jealous." Tim replied.

Sally smiled widely. "Well thank you Tim, for making a lady feel wanted." 

They ate dinner on the deck. As Sally described, they were isolated from any prying eyes. "Let's finish our wine in the more comfy deck chairs." Sally recommended.

Tim sat opposite Sally. He purposely let his legs part so Sally could see he was ready.

Sally let her stocking foot slide up his calf. "Would you like a foot massage Mrs. P.?"

"Thank you. That would feel wonderful!"

Tim lifted both of her feet on to his lap. He carefully removed her left shoe, then her right and started to rub the instep.

"Mmmmm. That feels great Tim."

Sally started moving her free foot around in Tim's lap. Her legs parted. Tim could finally see the crotchless panties she was wearing. He pulled her foot into his groin.

She slid her toes through the legs hole of his shorts. His cock was already hard. Pre-cum coated the sole of her foot as she rubbed it on his bulbous cock head.

As she removed her foot from his shorts, Tim took her foot then lifted to his mouth and licked his own juice. He then sucked each one of her toes before repeating on her other foot.

Tim guided her feet to the ground, then knelt between her legs gently forcing them apart. Sally watched him in amazement at his unexpected mature technique, not the "Wham! Bam! Thank you Mam!" of horny youth.

Tim rubbed his face along Sally's calves and thigh, feeling the sexiness of her stockings. He climbed higher and caressed her naked skin above the stocking tops with his cheeks. 

Sally pushed her bum to the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide. Tim looked at Sally's naked pussy and smiled at her. Using only the tip of his tongue, Tim barely touched her quivering lips. 

Tim was driving Sally crazy with lust. Tim refused to succumb to her wants and continued to slowly lick and nibble at Sally. Sally could feel that familiar tightening in her gut. Tim sensed this and flicked his tongue on her clit.

"F...u...ck..k..k! Tim, you're making me come!" Moaned Sally.

Then Tim gave her another surprise. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her sex hole then kept invading it in deeper and deeper with his super, long, thick tongue. To Sally it felt like a small, wet cock.

With a well practiced technique, Tim assaulted Sally's gushing cunt with his tongue until she started humping her hips into his face.

"Yes! Yes! Tim, fuck me with that tongue!" Screamed Sally. "I'm cum..m..m..ing! Oh my ga..w..d!" 

It was the hardest cum Sally had in her life. Her body was in complete spasms as Tim continually tongue fucked Sally's hole. 

Tim slowly extracted himself, but Sally continued to experience involuntary jerks as her body tried to cope with this new experience.

Like a rag doll, Tim lifted Sally's body out of the chair and laid her on the deck. He unbuttoned her dress and admired the prize he now claimed. Seeing Sally exposed in her sexy lingerie made him want to just pound her pussy, but he resisted.

Sally was still moaning lowly due to the after affects of her hard climax. Tim crawled between her legs and hovered over her body. He lowered his mouth to her lips and plunged his tongue down her throat. He caressed her breast with one hand and pinched her nipple through her lacy bra. He ran the tip of his cock up and down her slick cunt opening.

"Mmmm." Moaned Sally quietly. Then a louder "Oooohhhh!" as Tim slowly inserted his tool into her wet hole until his total nine inches was inside.

Tim slowly and repeatedly withdrew and inserted his cock, just leaving the very thick tip inside her.

Sally's mind could not keep up with all the sensatory input and started to thrash around. Her hips thrusting towards Tim's instrument. She needed to come again. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" 

Tim complied and increased his intensity and tempo. 

"Yes! Harder!" Sally ordered. "Fuck me harder!" 

Tim was slamming his hips into Sally as hard as he could. Her cunt walls tightened around his steel pole and was trying to suck his sperm directly from his sack.

If she thought she had come hard before; it waned in comparison with this one. "Yes! Fuck! I'm cummmming!" Sally no longer in control of her body. "I need it! Please, cum in me now!" she begged.

Tim could no longer hold back. From deep within his bowels, he felt his pending climax building. He continued his pelvic pounding as his seminal fluid started to rush from his balls and erupted deep into Sally's womb.

"I'm cum-m-m-ing!" Tim grunted. "Fuck you're so hot!"

"My…god! It feels like a fire hose exploding in my cunt!" Screamed Sally. "Give me! Give me all your cum!"

Tim lost count of the number of shots of he dumped into Sally. It felt like a quart of his cream was expelled from his balls. All of it was contained inside Sally until he started to soften a bit and slowly extracted himself. Excess cum, and there was a lot, started to pour out of Sally's gaping hole and down between the crack of her ass.

Tim laid beside Sally in a warm embrace.

"Seems I have another leak. Can you fix it?" Sally asked. "I'll make you breakfast!"



Helping Hand



I was 19 years old attending my first year of college and need extra money to help pay for books and things. My mother, a LPN that did in-home nursing, offered me a job to stay overnight at an elderly man house to help her out. Three nights a week I would have to spend the night over at the elderly gentleman's house after college. This arrangement was excellent for me because it allowed plenty of time to do homework and study for my classes. 

The elderly man, Mr. Barnhart, was well know in the community and extremely wealthy. He owned several buildings in the town and supposedly worth a few million. For an older man, he was strangely attractive being 6 foot tall with blue eyes and tall slender. 

I would arrive around 7 pm each evening just after my mother had bathed him, put him into his pajamas and got him into bed. Mr. Barnhart and I would talk and crack jokes until around 8 before he would go off to sleep. He liked to tease me about my tight clothes and young body telling me that if he didn't wake up at least he would go with my pretty image in his mind. 

My father fell and hurt his back which required my mother to spend more time at home. So I had to go to Mr. Barnhart's house even earlier and perform all the duties she had to do like make his dinner and prepare him for bed. My mother asked me if I could handle it and I told her that it was no problem even though I was nervous about having to bath him.

The first day came with me taking on all the responsibility that my mother left to me. I made him dinner and sat down to eat with him which he seemed to really enjoy. During dinner, he was more up beat than normal and his eyes were darting up and down my body. It probably didn't help that I was wearing loose baggy short that rode up my thighs and a white t-shirt that clung tightly outlining the shape of my breast. 

It came time for me to bath Mr. Barnhart. I wasn't looking forward to doing it but strangely I was intrigue on how he would look naked. I prepared his bath for him then entered the bedroom to help him get undressed. He was nervously joking around with me about seeing him naked and I told him not to worry. 

Slowly I removed his shirt revealing a wrinkly older man that during his younger years was probably damn hot. Then shoe and pants came off next leaving him standing there in just his boxers. When I was about to remove his boxer, he looked me right in the eye revealing his building excitement and pleasure. 

I smiled and slowly pulled his boxers off releasing his semi hard dick and huge sagging balls. I stared at his big balls in amazement wondering how they could be so darn big and he caught me staring and smiled. 

I helped him to the bathtub and assisted him into the warm water. I couldn't help myself from checking him out in the bathroom mirror. I grabbed a washcloth and lathered it up and began washing his chest and back. As I rubbed down his chest to his stomach, his cock began to twitch and grow harder and harder.

The water in the tub splash up on to me getting my white cotton t-shirt soaking wet making my nipples clearly visible through the thin material. His eyes were glued to my chest were he could clearly see my hard nipples poking out and large brown areolas. 

I asked him if he needed help washing his privates and he told me that he did. So I rubbed the washcloth between his legs lathering up his balls real good. Cupping his balls with the other hand I ran the washcloth up his shaft pulling and pushing it up and down making his cock grow nice and hard.

He began moaning and laying his head back with his eyes closed as I stroked fast and squeezed his big balls. He slid his hand over to my breast rubbing my hard nipple and squeezing my firm breast. It wasn't longer before he began to shoot huge jets of cum from his thin long hard cock.

I helped him from the tub and he kissed me on the cheek thanking me for a great bath. He got ready for bed and laid down to watch television. I left him alone for awhile but couldn't get what just happen out of my mind. I was so damn horny and needed relief.

I undressed and walked completely naked into his bedroom and his eyes almost popped out of his head. I told him that he got to cum earlier and now it was my turn. He told me to get on the bed and play with my pussy for him. I pulled the sheets down and took of his pajama bottoms, climbed up on the bed, and played with my wet cunt while I stroked his growing cock.

My hot young body was driving him wild and he stared fingering my pussy paying good attention to my clit. He was skillful at using his hands and got me extremely hot. I took his 7" cock into my mouth working up and down the shaft and taking his huge balls in my mouth. 

Realizing his cock was beginning to pulsate, I squeezed his balls taking his cock deep into my mouth making sure that he exploded deep in my throat. When he came, it set me off and my pussy began shudder over and over again. I climbed off the bed and kissed him good night. That night was the first of many fun baths that we shared together.



Helping Hand



Vanessa sighed, braced herself, and hefted the box of books from the back of her new Impala. A bit on the pricey side, but she considered it worth it. Taking care not to run into the car door she turned to carry the box into her new apartment and nearly bumped into the man standing almost directly behind her.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to get in your way." The grin that spread on his face was undeniably charming, and it was difficult for Vanessa to not return it. The grin belonged to a man that could have been right at home in an underwear ad with sculpted features that seemed to have been made of stone. Standing about 6'2", with brown hair and sea green eyes, the man had an undeniable magnetism that even Vanessa wasn't immune to. She noticed the reaction her body had to his smile, not altogether unpleasant.

"I'm Eric, I live upstairs with my roommate. He'd be here too, but had to work today. I brought cookies." Only then did Vanessa notice the paper plate in his left hand full of what looked like homemade chocolate chip cookies. 

Afraid that she would drop the box before getting it inside, she hitched her head towards the open car door. "Bring a box on your way in." With that she huffed up to the second floor complex and settled the box on a kitchen counter. Taking a minute to catch her breath, she couldn't help but cringe at the thought of unpacking all the boxes that now filled her almost too small living room and most of the counter space in the kitchen. Since the front door opened to the living room that's where most of the boxes had been dropped. Down a short hall leading off the right of the living room was her room and bathroom along with a hall closet at the very end. Not much room, but Vanessa didn't need much. 

Herself at a respectable 5'11" with a pixie short cut of dark brown hair, Vanessa had once been stopped in a mall from an older woman who could have sworn she looked like Jessica Alba. A full, pouty mouth with enough natural color that she could usually go without lip gloss adorned her face along with chocolate brown eyes a man could sink into if he looked long enough. A pert little nose stood front and center and added to the pixie look with a slight upward tilt at the end of it. With a slim body and high pert breasts, Vanessa mostly accounted her built body to good metabolism; she didn't go out of her way to exercise, but enjoyed being active outside when she could. 

"Where should I put this?" Vanessa had almost forgotten about Eric and tried not to blush at the grin he shot her way. 

"Um...anywhere, really. Like, um, on that box is fine." Eric seemed to put it down with the unstated ease of being practiced in lifting heavy things. An almost awkward silence had quickly come up. "I'm Vanessa, by the way. I'm new here and am still moving in." As soon as she said this she realized how inane is sounded, and tried not to blush under his intense gaze. 

"Yeah, I picked up on that." Eric chuckled. With that, he picked up the cookies he'd put on the box before carrying it in the apartment, and wound his way around the piles of boxes to the small kitchen where Vanessa was still standing. Vanessa seemed to almost hold her breath as he walked around her to place the plate on a countertop that was quickly losing working space. "Where are you moving from?"

"Um... Greenfield. Not far from here, but far enough where the commute would kill me. The gas prices aren't friendly to people who decide to drive to work these days." Vanessa tried to act casual and leaned her butt against the counter next to the stove. Eric mimicked her, only chose the counter that was perpendicular with that. He seemed to choose that spot only to unnerve her. Her breathing was becoming more difficult to do with him so close. She tried to look anywhere but at him, but that only served to make the silence even more awkward for them. His breathing didn't seem to trouble him at all. 

"Where would you have had to commute to if you'd decided to stay in Greenfield?" Eric's voice seemed to drop an octave when he said this, probably because he was so close to her. Vanessa looked up to answer him, but knew when she looked in his eyes that it wasn't because of his proximity to her. His eyes seemed to have also changed with his voice, and were now the color of storm clouds. 

Vanessa took an audible breath and said, "The art gallery in town?" 

"Was that a question?" 

"What? Oh, um...no, I just, um...uh, ha, tend to turn my sentences into questions when I'm nervous." She seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to get that out, all the while looking at Eric's face, not being able to draw her gaze away from his. 

"Why, Miss Vanessa, what would make you nervous? We're just talking in your kitchen with the front door wide open while your car sits in the driveway with boxes that still need to be unpacked. Are you afraid that someone will take them while we're here talking?"

She couldn't seem to keep the truth from coming out, and was surprised when she heard herself say "No, you make me nervous." 

"Me? Why would I make you nervous?"

"Oh, no reason, really." And with that she made to leave the kitchen. Before she could Eric stuck out his arm and placed against the side of the fridge, effectively blocking her into the small room with no other means of escape. 

"I think you know why I make you nervous. It's because for the last ten minutes, since I met you, really, all I could think about doing was this." And with that Eric pulled Vanessa towards him and stopped her gasp with his lips. He nibbled and caressed her mouth with his before using his tongue to do the same. Vanessa couldn't stop the moan that came from the back of her throat, and raised her hands to plow them through the hair at the nape of his neck. His other arm, the one keeping her from leaving the kitchen, came around to grab her neck and force her closer to his adamant mouth. When her mouth opened willingly to accept his tongue, she knew she was lost. She needed this, had needed this for months now.

She leaned into him, pressing his butt against the counter while she ground her crotch against his. He groaned low in his throat, and both hands when down to her ass to pull her pussy closer to his dick. While moving his hips in a counterclockwise direction, he grasped her hips and rotated them the opposite direction. Both of them groaned as they came up for air and he fastened his mouth to her neck. 

"Oh my god. Please....please..." Vanessa wasn't quite sure what she was asking for, her hands gripping his hair and trying to direct his mouth back to hers. Eric slid both hands up her shirt, testing the smooth, petal-like skin of her stomach, almost losing it when he encountered her belly button ring. In an almost rough move, Eric repositioned them, now with Vanessa's butt against the counter and his crotch moving against hers; the thrusting he was doing with his hips was returned in kinds, and soon they were both imitating the act of sex with their clothes on. Vanessa wanted to soon fix that. 

While his hands were still caressing the skins of her stomach, she ran her hands under his shirt and tested the muscles of his back. They rippled under her hands as she moved them back and forth, up and down. Dissatisfied with that, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled up. This meant he had to dislodge his hands from under shirt, but as soon as his shirt hit the kitchen floor they were right back in the action. 

Not trusting that he would get anything subtle, Vanessa did the same with her shirt, and soon they were both topless. Eric was working with the back of her bra, and it too joined their shirts. She gasped out loud as he took her left nipple into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue. The tugging of his teeth sent tremors to her pussy and she couldn't keep the moan from escaping. 

"Oh, god yes! Mmm..." Eric could tell she was enjoying this so he soon turned his attention to her other nipple, making sure not to bite too hard. Vanessa had been so distracted with the magic his mouth was creating that she didn't notice he had her pants around her knees until she tried to place one of her between his. His hand was busy trying to make its way under her black thong, but Vanessa was too impatient. Using her legs, she managed to rid herself of the offending garments, and stuck her leg out. He immediately took to it, and groaned against her chest as she managed to tuck it against his dick and move it in a circular motion.

"You, ah, keep that up, and I'm not going to be able to finish this..." 

"Well, we, ah...can't have that, now...can we?" Vanessa gasped this as she struggled with his belt buckle. She loosed the button and lowered the zipper, pulling his boxers with his pants down to his knees. Grasping his throbbing erect cock in her hands, she pumped him a few times, sliding the precum around his tip with her thumb. 

"Ah gawd, I can't wait. We have....have to do this!" With that Vanessa turned around and bent at the waist, placing her hands against the edge of the counter. Eric took his cock in his hand, pumped it a few times, and placed it at the waiting opening of her wet and throbbing pussy. Pushing slowly at first, Eric and Vanessa let out twin groans as he planted himself in her moist and tight pussy. 

"Holy fuck, you're so tight." Eric pulled out slowly, and pushing back in, reached around the found her clit. "Oh man, Vanessa, you're so wet. I love how tight your sweet little pussy is." 

Vanessa gasped and moaned as his cock continued its journey in and out of her pussy, each time managing to slide against her G spot making her tremble. "Oh god Eric, I'm gonna cum." 

At this Eric started to thrust faster into her, making sure to go as far as he could each time. One hand was busy flicking across her engorged clit while she gasped; the other was pinching and squeezing her nipple, making it stand at attention. 

Vanessa knew she was close to orgasm, and tried to help Eric along by thrusting back onto his dick while he thrust forward. A few more thrusts and she was there, crying out as he pushed harder into her. Her pussy walls contracted around his dick and that was all he needed to cum. His cum shot out of his dick, coating the inner walls of her pussy while her contractions lessened. 

Both slumped against the moving box that was placed on the counter in front of them, Eric leaning against Vanessa's back. Kissing the back of her neck he said, "Welcome to the neighborhood."