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She Knew

By: Erosness



Thanks for all the votes and wonderful comments for my last submission. It seems my stories of incest do much better than other’s, but I wanted to try my hand at submitting to another thread again. This one is submitted to fetish because of my real love for panties but does involve incest. Enjoy, there maybe a sequel.

I had been wearing my mother’s and two sister’s, one older one younger, panties since my youngest sister turned 19, we are now in our 30s, when one night mom and I were home alone she left no doubt that she knew I had been wearing her panties.

Dad worked 2nd shift, my oldest sister had moved out already, yes I kept several pairs of her panties, and my youngest sister was working her part time job. I was out that night and since I had worked the last seven days and missed mom changing clothes when she got home from work. I made SURE I was home with a good seat when she walked up the stairs. She was wearing a nice skirt and blouse, with sheer pantyhose and high heels. We were both happy to see each other since it had been so long. When she reached the top of the stairs I greeted her with a loving son hug to which she returned with a very motherly hug and kiss on the cheek. 

We broke from the hug and mom turned to go to her closet. Mom is 5’7, 135 lbs, 36D boobs, narrow waist line that flows out to curvaceous hips, lending into the gorgeous shapely thighs of her long legs that also have very well toned calves. In short, mom has an awesome body. My mouth watered as I watched her shapely bubble butt ass go east and west as she walked to her hall closet. When I broke from the trance her ass had put me in I looked up just as mom turned her head, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile at the corner of her mouth. 

Mom stood at the closet and stripped down to nothing but her panties as we stood and talked about her day and the past few days that we had not seen each other. 

We talked as mom was undressing. As we were talking, mom started dancing around a bit as if she really needed to pee. She finally had all her clothes put away and stood talking to me wearing just her panties before turned to rush into the bathroom. She was in such a hurry to pee now that she could not even close the behind her. I quickly got up to get a view of her on the toilet as she peed.

When she came into view mom was sitting on the toilet, sighing, with her eyes closed and did not realize I was standing there enjoying the sight and sound of her peeing. Her panties were down below her knees and she had her legs tightly closed so I could not see the flow of her piss, but I did enjoy the sound. With her eyes still closed mom put both hands on her tits to rub and squeeze away all the tension and stress of being trapped in that bra all day. I so wanted her to open her legs and suck her big tits. The stream of pissed slowed and she opened her eyes.

As she opened her mouth, perhaps to scold me, I grabbed some nearby papers I had wanted to show her and shoved them to her as I cut her off while telling her about the papers. I was trying to buy a house and wanted her to look over some loan paper work. 

Mom asked me to wait until she came from the bathroom before we talked about it.

I walked away happy, hard and very horny.

Mom finished her pee, then finished up in the bathroom before she came back into the room wearing a very short nightshirt that barely covered her panty-covered crotch. It had a button front with buttons about to her naval that she had not and usually did not button. This allowed me to get a full view of her upper body down to her thighs whenever she bent over in front of me. Believe that I often found reasons to cause her to bend over.

Mom sat down on the couch across from me. At home mom rarely closed her legs while seated and this time was no different. Seated like that allowed me a full view of her panty-covered crotch. The panties were white, full cut, nylon briefs, with lace trim around the legs and waist. The color of the panties contrasted nicely with the nice dark complexion of her well-toned, muscular thighs with the lace of the panty leg openings decorating the tops of her thighs and crotch.

She started to talk about the home loan paper work but quickly throw me for a loop with her next comment. “When you move into your house do you still plan to wear my panties because I don’t have very many. I could buy more or perhaps you would prefer that you keep all my panties at your place and I come by there each morning and evening to let you watch me dress.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor and my eyes just about popped out of my head. I had been wearing moms and my sister’s panties for years and thought all this time that only my younger sister knew; we kept nothing from each other including our sex. 

I got hooked on panties one night after a wet dream while wearing mom’s panties that involved sex with mom, produced my first ever orgasm I was hooked on panties and started wearing both of my sister’s panties also. Sex with my youngest sister came after she agreed to let me wear her panties as long as I came to her room to put them on while she was there. I agreed.

As I sat there in shock from mom’s bomb with my mouth hanging open, mom walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek then sat between my legs on my thigh as she pulled my head to her nylon covered chest. She pressed my head firmly against her chest, covered by the nylon nightshirt, and held me there as she told me how she had discovered years ago that I was wearing her panties and the panties of both of my sisters. She said she also knew that for my 24th birthday my youngest sister, by one year, had given me panties and shared a weekend of passionate sex with me for my present. My sister, even at 24, was still a virgin. For my birthday her and mom agreed that her virginity would be a good gift for me. My mother had suggested it and gave my sister the money to pay for everything including the hotel room that we shared for that weekend.

Mom stayed on my lap then moved her thigh up to rest on my erection as she talked to me. Her nylon covered left tit was pressing into my cheek and I felt her nipple when it started to get hard. Now it was very hard and pressing into my cheek.

Mom loosened her hug on my head and lead back. She put her hands on my cheeks then leaned over to kiss me full on the lips. Mom then backed off the kiss till our lips barely touched then she lightly ran her tongue over my lips before she broke the kiss. 

After the kiss mom looked me in the eye and said “so what’s it gonna be, I know you can’t stop wearing my panties and I don’t want you to. For the rest of the time that you live here you can only wear my panties after you model them for me. And, you have to pick out panties for me to wear. If you agree to that I will agree to bring panties to your house each morning for each of us to put on after we shower together.

As I contemplated my mom’s offer she stood, took off her nightshirt, then pulled it over my head so that I was sitting looking at her D cup tits and her panties with the nylon nightshirt wrapped around my neck. Mom stood up straight, and then put her hands on her hips in a sexy pose for a few minutes admiring her work. She then put a finger to her mouth before she asked if I was wearing her panties now. When I said yes, she did not hesitate to straddle my body with her thighs on either side of my body. Briefly I had a wonderful view of her still perfect D cup tits with quarter inch long nipples and perfectly rounded, quarter size areolas. 

The view ended when mom raised her arms locked them behind my head, then pulled me into her chest as she leaned forward. My face was smothered in her bare tit flesh. She held this position as she told me that she is going to take my jeans off and we would spend the rest of the evening with both of us wearing only her panties while I considered her offer. 

Mom then sat back, but not before my lips came in contact with one of her nipples. I was trying to get to the other when she pulled back then reached down to remove my pants. After the belt, button, and zipper were done, mom slid down my legs, kneeled between them, then instructed me to raise my ass up so she could pull my jeans down. As I stared at mom’s tits I did as I was told. Mom pulled the jeans away then stood before me as she folded them neatly then turned her nice panty clad ass to me as she walked towards and into my room. When she came back mom stood before me again with her hands on her hips and admired the sight of her son’s hard dick covered in her panties. She gave me several compliments about the fit of the panties and the bulge that was pressing against the panties.

Mom then bent over, put both hands on my knees closing my legs, and then kneeled in front me. With her hands controlling the width of the opening, mom used her head to press my legs open. Mom moved her head up and down between my thighs from the crotch of her panties to my knees several times. On one time up my thighs she continued up until her head was pressing against the bulge in the panties. My dick was hard as a rock from what she was doing combined with her heavy, firm tits and hard nipples rubbing against the skin of my thighs. My pressed her tits into my thighs and her head against my panty covered dick for several minutes before she moved back then used her tongue to run a trail down one thigh then back up the other until her tongue we dragging across the nylon of her panties. Mom used her tongue on my balls before she moved up and ran the tip of her tongue over the entire length of my hard panty covered dick. With her tits firmly pressed into my thighs, mom grabbed my dick with one hand and pulled the panty-covered head to her lips then looked me in my eyes as she wrapped her lips around the head. She took the whole head in her mouth then dragged her teeth up and down the head.

With all the excitement I had already experienced it was no total surprise when suddenly cum rushed up the shaft of my balls and began to soak mom’s panties and leak through the nylon into her mouth. Mom pulled back to admire her work as used her hand to stroke the length of my dick to squeeze all the cum into her panties. 

As my spurts slowed mom took my dick into her mouth and sucked all the cum that had already leaked through her panties before she sucked harder to pulled the rest cum from my balls through her panties and down her throat.

When mom was sure she had completed drained my dick of cum and sucked it all out of her panties she released my dick then stood before me again with her hands on her hips wearing just her nylon briefs and hard nipples on her breast that seemed to be even fuller now.

In this position mom asked me if I was sure I wanted to move out?

She then walked away towards the kitchen looking back to make sure I was watching her. She said “I know you like watching my panty-covered ass, sit tight, I will be right back”. 

My mom has a GREAT ass! Moms’ ass is nice and round with a bubble that sticks out so far from her back you can sit a cup on it as she stands up straight. Her very shapely hips complete the wet dream build of her ass. She was right I do like watching her panty-covered ass as she walks. The view is even better when she has kept her heels on. Some times after she has finished stripping down to just her panties and heels she will walk into the room and sit for several minutes talking. 

Mom came back with two glasses in her hands. She handed me a drink then sat down next to me with our thighs rubbing against each other. Mom told me not to drink the other glass of water because it was for her. She quickly drank down the first glass of water then took the other from me. This time she drank a bit slower and allowed some to run down her breast. Mom took the glass from her lips long enough to ask me if I would clean the water from her chest. She did not have to ask twice. As I sucked on her hard nipples and licked her full tits mom continued to drip as she drank the second glass of water until it was empty. I licked both tits and sucked hard on both nipples to make sure I got all the water. As I sucked up the water, mom’s body began to tremble from the throws of her first orgasm. As her orgasm intensified and took over her body, I put my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panty crotch that was soaking wet with her pussy juices. When I tried to move the panties aside mom would not allow me to do so. She put pressure on my hands to let me know that she did not want me to move her panties.

Being a panty man, I did not mind. I found mom’s clit with my fingers and played with it to keep her orgasm going. While squeezing and playing with her clit I began to slide my tongue down from her tits and nipples to her stomach, belly button, down to her panty covered mound then to her clit. For better access I kneeled between moms legs and buried my face in her panty-covered crotch. 

My hands busied with squeezing her nipples and tits as I used my teeth to take hold of mom’s clit. I softly bit and scrapped mom’s clit with my teeth further intensifying and dragging out her orgasm. This worked wonders and soon mom had her strong thighs wrapped around my head, squeezing hard. Mom’s orgasm was so intense that by the time her orgasm subsided and she let my head loose, I could see the imprint of my earring and ears in the flesh of her thighs. Her panties were now dripping wet. I stayed between her legs until I sucked all the pussy juice from her pussy through her panties.

When I was done, mom slid down onto the floor in front of me, pulled me to her, hugged then kissed me on the cheek as she asked me to get her some more water. 

When I came back with the water I was treated to the absolutely magnificent view of only mom’s panty covered ass and thighs. Mom was bent over from the waist with her legs slightly spread as she was putting some towels down onto the hard wood floors. Looking back between her legs and moving her hanging boobs from her view, she saw the look of a pending question on my face. Mom told me not to ask but to sit and admire the view while it lasted. My dick immediately began to swell and push out the front of her panties. 

I sat down as I was instructed.

I put my hand on my dick to stroke it as mom continued putting the towels down making sure to keep her panty covered ass facing me. I was about to put my hands inside her panties when she looked through her spread legs and told me that I could not pull my dick out of her panties. I went back to stroking through them. 

Mom finished putting the towels down, walked to the TV to get the remote then backed up to me and sat down on my crotch with her ass firmly pressed against my dick. She wiggled around until my erection was snuggly pressed between the cheeks of her ass then she started sliding back and forth going up and down the length of my dick. Once she had my dick where she wanted it she leaned back, grabbed both my hands and put them on her tits. She used her hands to guide the amount pressure she wanted on her tits and nipples. I willingly complied. Mom then reached for one of the two glasses of water then slowly drank them down as she laid back against my body with my panty covered dick wedged between the panty covered cheeks of her ass. 

After mom finished her water she stayed in this position.

Mom began talking and asked me if I had put any thought to what we talked about before all things started. Before I could answer she said that she has decided that I was to take all her panties and pantyhose from her drawer take them to my bedroom, remove ALL of my underwear from my drawers and replace them with her panties and hose. She said that we would both be putting on her panties in my room now on. Then she turned to kiss me. After the kiss she said that there was something else she needed to talk to me about before I responded to her offers. 

Mom said that my actions earlier proved to her that I enjoyed watching her pee. She said she knew I enjoyed watching her undress when she got home and that she enjoyed it as well. She said she also noticed that the more her body told that she had to pee the more I would talk to her and do things to prolong our conversation until she had to rush to the bathroom. She said today, she kept deliberately kept the conversation going longer so she could see what I would do. She kept talking until a few drops had wet her panties. Then she rushed into the bathroom leaving the door open to see what I would do. She said that to her delight, I responded just as she had hoped I would. 

Mom asked if I wanted to do more than watch her pee. I guess the twitch of my dick wedged between her ass cheeks answered that question for her. Without another word mom squeezed her ass down on my dick harder before she stood, bent over, looked between her legs, ran her finger from one end of her panty crotch to the other, then used that same finger to tell me to follow her. I raised up from my sit grabbed moms panty covered hips then pressed my panty-covered dick back against her ass. She pushed back before she grabbed my hands and moved forward with my dick against her to the center of the towels she had put on the floor.

Mom turned to face me and told me to sit down on the floor. I slid between mom’s legs and sat down between her spread legs looking up at her panty covered crotch, her flat stomach, her big tits and on up to the lust filled eyes of her pretty face. 

From her standing position, mom leaned forward putting her hands on the floor on either side of my head. She lowered her face to mine until our lips touched. She kissed my lips then slid her lips down the sides of my cheeks to my left ear. Mom whispered that she can’t wait to pull our panties aside and watch my dick slide into her hot pussy. She said she has kept her pussy shaved for years in anticipation of the day that she would slide her pussy lips down my dick until it was completely buried in her tight, wet, bald pussy. 

Mom said that my sister told her how turned on I got when I first saw her shaved pussy and that it has been my job to keep my sister’s pussy nice and smooth every since. 

Mom then kissed me on the lips again and said “but first she has something else she wants to share with me.” 

Mom stood up again with her hands on her hips, legs spread, as she straddled my body, then slowly lowered her body to a squatting position until her ass was hanging over my dick. Mom asked if I am ready for the next treat? Before I could answer she lowered her pussy and ass on my dick then wiggled and slid her crotch all over mine. She sat down firmly before she placed her hands on both her knees, raised up just until there was barely contact between us then looked me in the eye. I was looking into her eyes until mom closed her eyes and I suddenly felt something hot and wet on my dick. I looked down between mom and me and saw the flow of mom’s hot piss coming through the crotch of her panties, soaking my panty-covered dick. The light bulb shined brightly to tell me why she drank those glasses of water. 

Mom’s pee flow seemed to get stronger as she peed and eventually was coming out in a steady hard stream onto my panty covered dick and lower body. Mom opened her eyes, locked with mine, and then she started moving her body up mine as she continued peeing until she was at my chest. With the hot piss stream still coming out strong she sat on my chest and slowly moved her crotch up and down my body painting me with her pee. I was so excited that I did not realize mom had taken my dick out of my panties and pulled her panty crotch aside before she laid her heavy, hard nippled tits onto face so I could suck them. I sucked on her tits until she finished letting her heavenly pee flow onto my body. Mom then slid down my body rubbing her tits against my pissed covered body until my dick touched her pussy lips. Mom looked me in my eye again as she slid back further until my dick was completely buried in pussy.


She Knew



This is the position we were in when my sister came in. We were in the family room with mom’s ass facing the entry so it was clear for my sister to see my dick buried in mom’s pussy. Without stopping everyone exchanged greetings as my sister kneeled down next to me and kissed me first then as my mom sat up on my dick to a sitting position, my sister, wearing a skirt straddled my chest as she and mom embraced then kissed each other with more passion than I had ever seen. My sister was squirming around on my piss-covered chest rubbing her panty-covered crotch into my chest combining her pussy juices with my mother’s pee that covered my chest. Suddenly I felt more hot wet stuff flowing down the sides of my chest and realized that my sister was now letting her golden flow go all over my chest. Sis and mom continued kissing until my sister was finishing peeing on me and stood to take off her panties. 

After taking off her soaked panties my sister straddled my body facing me giving me a full view of her bald pussy as she looked down at me and let the last drop of her pee splash on my chest. Then she sat back down on me and leaned back into my mom who was still sitting with my dick deep in her hot tight pussy. They both held their position as they told me how this whole day came to be. My sister had told my mom that I was wearing mom panties and how she suspected I like watching her pee. My mom agreed and they began to plot how they would make more of my dreams come true.

They both looked at the satisfied look on my face with mom holding my sister as mom began to ride my dick until we both came together with my dick buried inside her tight pussy. After our mutual orgasms passed mom pointed out that it was about time for my dad to come home and we should clean up. We got the family room cleaned up then my sister and me followed mom into the master bathroom that had a huge shower that we all easily fit into.

I guess the water running made them both want to pee again. 

Standing, mom wrapped her leg around my left leg while my sister wrapped her leg around my right leg. Their tits were pressed into my arm and both of them sucked on my neck and ears as they let their hot pee flow down my legs. Their pee was so hot it made my dick get hard again. Both mom and sis noticed this and they both began to stroke my dick as they continued to pee on my leg. Mom finished peeing first, rinsed off then kneeled before me as she took my dick in her mouth while my sister continued to pee on my leg. 

My sister finished peeing then declared she needed my dick in her pussy. Mom released my dick with a pop then turned to rinse my sister’s bald pussy before she locked her mouth and lips onto her pussy. When mom released my sister’s pussy she positioned sis in front of me with her back to me and mom kissed my dick once more before she guided it to my sister’s pussy. Mom held my dick as sis pushed back until her hand could not stay as my sister completely engulfed my dick with her pussy. Mom came up behind me and pressed her tits firmly into my back as I pumped my dick into my sister’s pussy until we both came so hard we almost fell to the shower floor. Mom held us up until our orgasms passed and we regain the strength to break off. When my limp dick fell from my sister’s pussy she and mom kneeled before me and licked all the pussy juice and cum off my dick before they rinsed me off.

Mom was the first to dry off. She disappeared into her bedroom while sis and I dried off each other. Sis stroked my dick as I sucked her nipples before mom came back. When mom came back she was holding two pair of her panties. Mom and my sister put one pair on me and both of them stroked and kissed my dick through the panties. I quickly got hard. Mom put on the other panties then turned her ass to me before she backed up until her panty covered ass was grinding against my panty covered dick. I reached up and played with mom’s tits as she pushed her GREAT ass hard against my dick. My sister did not want to be left out. Mom opened her arms to welcome my sister into her embrace. They kissed and hugged for a few minutes while I played with both of their tits. Mom then turned her head to kiss me before she declared she was sleepy and sent my sister and me off to our rooms. 

She grabbed my panty-covered dick and led me into her bedroom. She told me to find her a pair of panties to wear as she stood behind me stroking my dick through mom’s panties. Sis also has Dcup tits with big nipples and they were pressing into my back so I took my time finding those panties. I guess I took too long cause suddenly we heard my father coming in. It was too late for me to run to my room, so sis pushed me into her closet. I watched her put her panties on and put on a robe that she held loosely closed as my dad said hello to her. Dad usually goes right to bed upon arrival home and tonight was no different except he did ask my sis if I had been home. She said that I had called and would not be home until much later. When dad walked away sis let her robe go before she opened the closet and told me I was hers for the night. She turned her back to me, leaned close into me and hinted for me to remove her robe. I did and we moved to the bed. 

Wearing mom’s panties I climbed in the bed with sis. She pulled her panties aside, pulled my mom’s panties under my balls, turned her back to me then slid my dick into her pussy. When I was completely buried in her pussy she wiggled until she was in position like she wanted then grabbed my hand to fill it with her tits. This is how we fell asleep and how mom found us in the morning.



She Knew



Jenny frowned into her latte as she was jolted every few seconds by the stop-and-go motions of the bus. Life wasn't working. Her relationship wasn't working. She had been dating Ryan for three years, and had moved in with him about eight months earlier. They had both felt like they hadn't been spending enough time together, and hoped sharing an apartment would fix the problem. It had, sort of. It was just that Jenny was no longer sure she wanted to see so much of him. She loved Ryan, sure she did. They were just in a slump. A six month long slump.

The bus was pulling up to Eighth Avenue, and she sighed inwardly. She was on her way to the community center for her twice-weekly meeting with an underprivileged kid she was mentoring. Well, she said kid, but Lauren had turned eighteen the previous summer. It's just that Lauren acted like such a kid. She hadn't graduated high school, had run away from home, and was now crashing on the couch of a couple of older "friends." Sometimes she smoked, sometimes she drank, and she seemed to be constantly snapping bubblegum in Jenny's ears. 

Jenny had been making some headway helping her study for her GED, but it had been slow going. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered showing up. Well. She supposed it was because the conditions of her trust fund specified she had to do so many volunteer hours per week in order to receive enough money to avoid working a full-time job.

She rounded the corner into the common room, and saw Lauren leaning back in an overstuffed armchair, her study materials forgotten on the table in front of her. Jenny scrutinized her appearance as she walked closer. Her hair had been dyed the unfortunate shade of grass stains, and was shaved fairly close to her scalp. She had a nose ring, and about six piercings in each ear, as well as a bar through one eyebrow. It seemed that she might also have had a tattoo that crept up just to the base of her neck under her thin shirt. Over her shirt she had thrown a brown corduroy jacket, pairing it with tight jeans and trendy flat sneakers. She was reading from a slim volume that she tucked hurriedly under her jacket as Jenny approached.

"Whatcha reading?" Jenny asked.

Lauren's eyes slid away to the side, but she casually tossed the book onto the table. Jenny picked it up, and couldn't keep her eyes from widening. It was a vintage volume of lesbian pulp fiction. She wasn't exactly surprised at the subject matter. More, it was that she felt it was more sophisticated than she had given Lauren credit for. Suddenly, she felt a little guilty for underestimating the girl. She flipped through the pages, landing on a particularly suggestive scene that brought a flush to her cheeks. She tossed the book back to Lauren, cleared her throat, and took out her study book.

"Why are you so uptight, anyway?" Lauren asked her, putting away the book again.

"I'm not uptight! I don't care if you are reading... that stuff."

"That stuff? Can't even call it what it is, huh?"

"It's a lesbian pornographic novel, and I don't really care to speak about it further," Jenny sniffed.

"Pornographic novel?" snorted Lauren. "It's girls... fucking other girls," she said gleefully, apparently hoping to make Jenny uncomfortable. Unfortunately, it was working. Watching Lauren's lips form the naughty words brought images of her unbidden to Jenny's mind. Images of Lauren pursing her lips sensually and caressing herself. Jenny shifted in her chair. It was true that lesbianism didn't bother her. She had always been of the mind that people should do what - and who - made them happy, but she had never considered being with other girls seriously before. She found some of them attractive - sexy, even - and could admit that sex with guys never had her seeing fireworks the way she had thought it would.

But then, she wasn't the only one. Most of her friends had been the same way. Movies and books had encouraged them to think of lovemaking as the ultimate expression of attraction and love, and it just hadn't brought most of them the pleasure they had expected. They had just taken it as a given, though. One of her best friends had even decided sex was so unexciting that she must just not be cut out for sex. She had sworn off men, tried women, sworn off women, and gotten herself a good vibrator. Jenny rolled her eyes and tried changing the subject.

"How much studying did you do last week?"

"It really makes you uncomfortable to think of me reading a book about girls fucking other girls, doesn't it?"

Huffing out a breath, Jenny said, "I just think it's an inappropriate topic of conversation for us to be having. I'm supposed to be mentoring you, not discussing your sex life."

"Mmmmm maybe you don't want to talk about it because you liiiiiike the idea," Lauren said with a sly smile.

"That is an even more inappropriate line of discussion." Jenny frowned and turned back to look at the study guide, which is why, she told herself later, she was unable to prevent what happened next.

Before she could react, Lauren had leaned forward and pressed her lips firmly against Jenny's, licking gently along her lower lip. She rested back in the chair as Jenny sputtered and blushed and wiped her lips with her hand like a little kid.

"Ya know, if you pulled that stick out of your ass, you might even be cute," said Lauren. She arched her back, stretching, and Jenny could see her hard nipples pressing through the thin material of her shirt. Was she even wearing a bra?

"I really must insist that you stop this immediately and we get to studying. Enough fooling around." Jenny was relieved to see that Lauren, with plenty of eye-rolling, got down to business.

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That night, Jenny found herself on her back in bed, Ryan pumping in between her legs, kissing her neck and breasts. Her mind wandered. She thought of Lauren. Her mouth had tasted like bubblegum, and her lips had been softer than she expected. She closed her eyes, remembering Lauren's nipples, and wondered what her naked breasts would look like. Then she berated herself internally. She wasn't even interested in women, and even if she was, she certainly wouldn't be interested in a punk-ass kid like Lauren. She was interested in Ryan, and she should be paying attention to Ryan, with whom she was at that very moment having sex.

She opened her eyes to see Ryan glancing at her anxiously. He seemed to be holding himself back, waiting for the orgasm that never came. She felt his cock sliding into her, but it didn't feel like anything, really. She closed her eyes again.

There was Lauren again, in the community center, naked this time in the chair. She spread her legs over the chair arms and Jenny peered curiously at her pussy, wanting nothing more than to taste it. It was weird. She didn't even like Lauren. She imagined herself naked, pressing herself up against Lauren's naked body in the open space. Then the images became unclear. It was just patches of skin, and rubbing, and licking, and sweating, and Lauren's soft lips and laughing eyes.

Jenny wasn't sure when she had started touching herself, but suddenly she felt her pussy clamping down, and she let out soft moans as she came for the first time during sex with Ryan. She heard his exclamations of surprise and pleasure, felt his come spurting into her, and she felt disgust. Disgust at herself, at Ryan. She rolled over on her side, turned off the lamp, and let Ryan curl up around her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she fell asleep.

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Three days later, Jenny was due at the community center to meet with Lauren. Jenny had been thinking up excuses for hours, but felt uncomfortable lying. So when the time came to catch the bus, she just stayed home. She didn't feel great about it, what with Lauren's test coming up in the next few weeks. On the other hand, she felt that Lauren had abused her trust, so if Lauren had to face her absence, well, it was only what she deserved.

She picked up a book, but had trouble keeping her eyes on the page. She could only imagine Lauren waiting in the community center for her. Would she be surprised? Disappointed? Would she be reading her book and get so absorbed that she wouldn't even notice until it was far too late? Did she get turned on reading the book in public places? Would she get wet, moistening her panties so close to unsuspecting strangers? Jenny was starting to get herself worked up, and had just slid her fingers into the waistband of her jeans when she heard a firm knock on the door.

Yanking her hand back, she peeked through the peephole and was not nearly surprised enough to see Lauren standing on the porch, a sneer on her face.

"I know you're in there!" called Lauren. With a resigned sigh, Jenny pulled open the door.

"How did you find out where I lived?" she asked.

"The people at the center told me, when I said I was concerned about you not showing up. I said, maybe something happened to you, so I should just stop by and check up on you," Lauren replied, trying to look innocent.

"I'm not feeling well," said Jenny.

"You look fine to me," Lauren challenged. She pushed past Jenny into the apartment and Jenny, with serious misgivings, shut the door without a word. "Nice place," said Lauren, looking up at the vaulted ceilings, the shelves of books, the antique furniture, the framed photographs. Picking up a tabletop photo of Ryan with his parents, she glanced at Jenny. "You have a boyfriend?" When Jenny nodded, Lauren only grunted in response. She wandered around the rest of the apartment while Jenny looked on from the living room, mildly irritated.

"Did you come over to study, or be nosy?"

Without responding, Lauren pushed open the doors in the hallway, finally ending up in the bedroom.

"Okay, you've had your fun! Come on out of there."

Jenny jogged down the hallway and found Lauren sprawled back on the bed, her sneakers discarded by the door. To Jenny's considerable relief, she was still fully dressed.

"Lauren! This is totally inappropriate. You should leave."

"You could have stopped me at any time," Lauren responded in a singsongy voice. "So, you fuck your boyfriend in this bed?"

"Of course."

"Is he any good?"

"Of course," Jenny said again, but it sounded unconvincing, even to her.

"Oh yeah?" asked Lauren, her eyebrows raised.

"Well," Jenny said, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I'm sure he is, I've just never liked it very much."

"Hmmm," said the other girl. "So do you masturbate, then?"

"No!" Jenny spat out. At Lauren's skeptical look, she amended it to, "sometimes." Lauren sat up and shifted closer to Jenny.

"I bet you do it every day, after your man gets up and goes to work. You probably lie here under the covers and imagine you're fucking a person who can give you the most incredible orgasms. And then after you come, you probably feel guilty and go take a shower, telling yourself you'll just fuck him that night and it'll be different." It was closer to the truth than Jenny was comfortable with. She turned away.

Lauren said, "I've been there. When I first ran away from home, the guy I lived with was a sex maniac, but he just didn't do it for me. Then his older sister hit on me, and the sex was something else. I think you just need to be fucked properly." Jenny shivered a little.

"I don't think so."

"I think you doooooo," Lauren cooed, pulling Jenny back down onto the bed and planting another kiss directly onto her mouth. It was incredible, like everything she'd ever wanted to feel all at once. Lauren tasted sweet. Jenny was struggling to get away, but apparently not very hard, because the much skinnier Lauren was successfully pinning her down to the bed. Their tongues clashed together and Jenny felt her panties growing so wet, so much faster than she thought possible. She groaned softly into Lauren's mouth, but as soon as she heard herself, it was like a light flipped on in her head. She pushed Lauren away firmly, sitting up and hugging her knees to her chest.

"No, no, I can't do this. Not in the bed I share with Ryan. It's just...wrong."

Without even blinking, Lauren replied, "Come to my place, then."

"I think you should go." Lauren sat back, regarding Jenny coolly.

"Okay. But if you want to find me...you know where I live." With that, she got up and left Jenny's bedroom. Jenny lay back again, blowing out a breath, and in a few minutes, she heard the front door close. Did she know where Lauren lived? Wait, why did she even care? They were so not doing this. She wasn't into girls. I mean, it's not like she cared if some girls were lesbians. Obviously, since she was fine with tutoring Lauren. But this was...well, it was different, anyway. If she was a lesbian, she would have found out about it in high school when all the other girls did, right? Right.

Those were the things she told herself as she lay alone in her bed that afternoon. But when she couldn't get her mind off Lauren, she gave in and pulled her pants off, sliding her hand into her panties. She couldn't believe how incredibly wet she was. But so what? It was just a fantasy. Of course, it wasn't any clearer than it had been the other night with Ryan. Just snippets of writhing bodies and wet tongues sliding against each other. When she came - and it didn't take long - it was magnificent, her hips arching all the way up from the bed.

She lay back, breathing hard, and waited for the guilt to come. But it didn't. She couldn't help it if this brat turned her on, and she wasn't going to feel bad about it. She also wasn't going to go after Lauren. Really, she wasn't. Yeah. Really. She jolted as the phone rang, snatching it up from the bedside table.

"Yeah?"

"Hon, it's me."

"Oh, Ryan. Hi."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Just tired. What's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know I'd be home late tonight. Emergency at the office."

"Okay. Um. I think I'll go out to dinner with Sheena. So, you know, I might be out late, too."

"Sure hon. Have a good time. I love you."

"Love you too, babe." She hung up and stared at the phone in her hand.

-----

Two hours later, after lengthy arguments with herself, Jenny had showered, brushed her teeth, and gotten on an uptown bus. What was she doing? This was crazy. She watched the city passing her by in a blur, and before she knew it, her feet were carrying her off the bus and down a few blocks. She shook her head to clear it, looking up at the old pink-and-white Victorian in front of her - a duplex. Before she could back out, she took the front stairs two at a time and rang the bell.

The door swung open, revealing a skinny white guy, short, wearing tight jeans and a plaid shirt. He smirked at her, then turned over his shoulder.

"Hey Lo! Chick with a stick, here to see you!" Jenny opened her mouth, closed it again. Stick? As in stick up her ass? Rude. "Come on in, chick," he said to her. She frowned, but followed him inside. The living room she walked into was small, the hardwood floors crammed with furniture. Lauren poked her head out from a doorway on the left. She didn't look surprised to see Jenny.

"In here, J." What, no awkward conversation in the living room first? Well, that was just fine with Jenny. She didn't exactly want to advertise her presence there any more than ringing the doorbell already did. She went into the room where Lauren was. It was small, too, with a small mattress on the floor covered with a clean sheet and a nest of blankets and pillows. Cardboard boxes were stacked up along the back wall, and the rest of the room was basically empty.

"Not on the couch anymore?" she asked. It came out a little less polite than she'd intended, and Lauren frowned.

"No. The guy who used to live here moved out, so Chase is letting me have the room until he rents it out to someone else. I'll probably be back on the couch before the end of the month, though."

"Uh-huh," Jenny said vaguely. She had noticed suddenly that Lauren had changed since earlier that afternoon, was no longer in her usual jeans and a t-shirt. Now she was wearing only a tight, white tank top and a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. They were definitely men's cuts, but even Jenny could admit they looked really appealing on Lauren's skinny frame.

"Look, J, why are you here?"

"I don't know." Lauren rolled her eyes, and sent her a skeptical look.

"Really, you have no idea? You just...showed up here?"

"Kinda," Jenny mumbled.

"That's such BS. Why's it so hard for you to admit it? You're here to fuck me, 'cause you're a lesbian, like me."

"I'm not a lesbian!"

Lauren shut the bedroom door with a snap, and then advanced on Jenny, who backed up a few steps. Then she tripped over the edge of the mattress and fell back onto it. Lauren was suddenly there, between her legs, kissing her ferociously. Jenny couldn't help but to kiss her back, rubbing her tongue against Lauren's. She felt her nipples hardening under Lauren's palms as the other girl squeezed her breasts. She pulled back to catch a breath and saw Lauren smirking at her.

"Girls who aren't lesbians don't usually like it when I kiss them." Jenny didn't really have anything to say to that. Partly because there was nothing to argue with there, but also because she was noticing that the shadows of Lauren's nipples were just visible through the thin fabric of the shirt she wore, and suddenly Jenny wanted to touch them, to lick them. Instead, Lauren was working on the zipper of Jenny's jeans, and when she pulled them down along with her panties, Jenny didn't resist. She just couldn't anymore.

Then Lauren was kneeling between her legs with a triumphant grin, and after that Jenny couldn't think straight anymore. Her brain fogged with the knowledge that a girl was eating her out, and she was loving it. Lauren's tongue traced up over every inch of her wet pussy, teasing her until she was panting, her head thrown back. It was just so different from any other time she'd had someone go down on her. Even Ryan just bumbled around, and it took her forever to come, if she even did.

Lauren's touch was so much more delicate, and yet it felt like she knew exactly what to do. Jenny's legs trembled as Lauren flattened her tongue, giving her long, wide licks over her clit, making her moan aloud. She felt Lauren's fingers sliding into her, wiggling against her as she squeezed against them. Then Lauren was moving her tongue faster, making tight circles on her clit.

"God, yes..." she moaned softly. Lauren sucked on her clit gently, fingering her smoothly, and she felt it coming already, rolling waves of pleasure sneaking up on her. She pushed her hips up toward Lauren, and it was getting bigger, bigger...All at once it burst and washed over her, with her clit in Lauren's mouth and her fingers grasping at the blanket underneath her. Lauren slid her fingers out, up and over Jenny's clit, and she shuddered at the sensation.

She opened her eyes again to see Lauren looking back at her with a shit-eating grin.

"So?" she asked.

"It was...good," replied Jenny.

"Just good?"

"God, okay, it was amazing." Lauren fell back on the bed, laughing. The hand Jenny trailed between her legs shut her up. Suddenly she was serious again, watching Jenny's hand. "I've never...you know. Do you want...?" Her fingertips were just barely brushing over Lauren's inner thigh.

"I wouldn't say no." Licking her lips nervously, Jenny pushed Lauren's tank top up over her small breasts. They sat high on her chest, capped with dusky pink nipples. Jenny kissed her breasts tentatively, and when she took one nipple into her mouth, Lauren sighed appreciatively. Jenny kissed down her flat stomach, stalling a little bit. Finally, she pulled down the boxer briefs to reveal Lauren's pussy, completely smooth and already sticky with arousal. Jenny nestled between her legs, getting her first up-close look at another girl.




She Knew



She stuck her tongue out, sliding it up Lauren's slit. It was...interesting. Musky, sweet, and a little bit sour. Almost like...good sourdough bread. Strange, maybe, but it tasted good. Jenny ran her tongue up the center of Lauren's pussy and straight to her clit - small and pink, peeking out from the wet folds around it. She licked around it in a slow circle, then flicked her tongue over it, up and down, then side to side. She gripped Lauren's thighs, repeating the motions with her tongue that made Lauren moan out softly above her.

Lauren's moans were getting more insistent, and Jenny slid her middle finger slowly up inside the other girl. She was rewarded with a low groan as she did, her tongue working ceaselessly on Lauren's clit. Just a minute later, she felt the soft walls of Lauren's pussy squeezing down, sucking her finger deeper inside, and she heard the whispered exclamations above her head. She pulled away, sitting up straight again.

"That was pretty good, for a first-timer."

"How many first-timers have you been with, anyway?" Jenny asked, before she could stop herself.

"Enough to know. And anyway, none of your damn business." Lauren leaned in, kissing her again. She tasted herself, tasted Lauren. Mmmm. "Anyway, you know what the best thing is about being with another girl?"

"What?"

"You don't have to wait before doing it again," Lauren said with a smirk, trailing her hands down Jenny's body again.

-----

It was late when Jenny finally left Lauren's place on trembling legs. She really hoped that she didn't look as thoroughly fucked as she felt as she boarded the last bus home. She figured that she would just sneak upstairs and into the shower before Ryan noticed. But her plans went awry when she walked into the house, seeing her boyfriend at the kitchen table in the low light. He was swirling a glass of amber liquid, and addressed her without even turning around.

"Where were you?"

"I told you, I was going out with-"

"Sheena, yeah. She called about an hour or so ago, wanting to talk to you." The statement hung in the air between them, and again, Jenny was left without words. She needed a shower. She started upstairs, when Ryan came up behind her, grabbing her wrist to turn her around. He looked pissed. "God, you smell like...you reek of sex. Who have you been with?"

She wanted to lie. She wanted to tell him he was imagining it, that he was being ridiculous. But maybe it was time for the lies to stop. She couldn't look at him.

"You don't know her."

"Her? You're a...lesbian?"

"I'm not a lesbian!" she snapped. That was still true...maybe. "I have to go." She ran upstairs, and this time Ryan didn't stop her. She tossed some things in her overnight bag, not even paying attention to what she was doing. When she came back downstairs, Ryan was still standing on the bottom step, looking confused and upset. She pushed past him, heading for the front door.

"Do...do you still love me?" he asked behind her. She didn't turn around.

"I don't know."



She Knew He'd Be There



Sara walked through the glass door of the nightclub and adjusted her eyes to the dim light. It was impossible not to see him, their gaze meeting briefly before she strutted to the bar, jutting out her peachy arse and ample breasts to offer him the best view he could get. She knew he'd be here tonight. 

The floor was filling up, and was extremely busy for a thursday night, all of a sudden she sensed someone behind her, hot breath on her cheek, the anticipation building in the pit of her stomach and groin. A hand rested on the small of her back and she turned around to meet his gaze. There he was. Tall, green eyes, stubble and a smile that made her weak at the knees. And the wettest she had ever been in her entire life. 

"Hey", Gregs lusciously, deep masculine voice whispered in her ear.

"Hey", she replied back, eyeing him coyly from under her coiffed fringe, as she playfully sipped her drink, nibbling and sucking on the straw suggestively. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, acknowledging the barman

"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr Hayes?" She flirted back, stroking his hairy forearm and ordering a vodka tonic. They sipped their strong drinks before heading out to the smoking area, where he seductively lit her cigarette, not breaking eye contact once.

"Do you fancy a dance?" Greg asked as they made their way back towards the bar. The floor was full of drunk 18 year olds, taking full advantage of the cheap alcohol deals on offer, and while Sara and Greg were not at all old (she at 21 and he at 24), they were outnumbered by sixth-form teens.

However, the vodka she had consumed had given her a new found confidence and slightly drunk and carefree, they made their way over to the dancefloor. An r & b song comes on and their bodies pressed together instinctively, the heat and friction addictive. Greg held Sara by her hips, swaying to the music in such a way that she found her arse grinding against his growing erection. She could feel it swelling and bulging and she knew it was her that was causing it. This turned her on even more. 

She turned to face him, hands against his torso. He gazed into her eyes, holding her closely to his chest. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach, her breasts rubbing lightly against him with her heavy breathing and she could feel his heartbeat...it was very fast. Months of pent up lust and adoration all but consumed her. His face tilted downward slightly as hers rose up to meet him. His lips were so close to hers, inches, centimetres and then the most deliciously tender kiss, a fleeting brush of the lips. He tasted of apple vodka and that combined with his aftershave and masculine scent was intoxicating. Sara had to have more, and Greg clearly felt the same. Maybe he too had been wanting more than just friendship these last few months. 

Their lips met again, more urgently this time, as Sara entwined one arm around Gregs neck, the other around his strong, defined back, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Gregs hands greedily roamed Saras curvaceous body, groping her arse, her tits and running his hands through her thick, long golden blonde hair. They broke the kiss, flustered and aroused and looked at each other with immense intensity. Greg took Saras hand and they left the club; no words needed to be said. 

He led her down the cobbled High Street, stopping occassionally to look at the brown – eyed, blonde beauty he had lusted after for the last 3 months, unable to believe she was here, now, hand in hand with him. He pushed her up against a shop window and kissed her again, passionately, their tongues exploring and roaming each others mouths, his strong hands gently cupping her face. She grasped his hard-on through his jeans and he let out a loud groan. Sara giggled and continued to stroke his raging member through his clothes.

"I think you should take me back to yours", she giggled and walked down the road, her legs looked fantastic in her suede heels. She beckoned him naughtily with a finger and Greg could all but resist!

They got into the cab and the journey seemed to take forever. All Greg could think about was fucking her. He sat with his hand on Saras thigh, occassionally stroking it. He began to inch his hand further and further up, tickling the lightly tanned skin and stopping whenever he heard her moan ever so quietly. He quickened the pace, and worked his way inwards – her legs spread automatically, giving him better access. His fingers gently stroked over her lacy panties, she was soaked. She gasped and took a sharp intake of breath.

She turned to face him, her eyes glittering with arousal and lust. She leaned over and began to nibble Gregs neck, working down to his collar bone and then back up to his ear, before whispering huskily; "I want to feel you inside me". Greg nearly came there and then. 

The cab pulled up outside Gregs house, and as he hurriedly paid the driver, Sara made her way to the porch. Their bodies slammed together as they kissed intensely, both wanting and needing each other so badly. After fumbling for the key in the dark, they made their way into the house and straight upstairs to the Master Bedroom.

Sara pushed him onto the edge of the bed. She removed his shirt and ran her hands down his toned, tanned and slightly hairy torso - then pushed his knees apart and knelt down in between his legs as she began to unbutton his jeans, the unmistakable masculine aroma turning her on even more. She pulled his jeans off and could see his cock straining against his boxers, which were already stained with pre-cum. She kissed the soft skin of his hairy inner thighs.

She went to pull his boxers down, but Gregs hands grasped her wrists. He pulled her upright and turned her around, unzipping the back of her dress slowly. Covering her back in kisses as he gradually revealed more and more flesh, she eventually stood in her heels, black lacy panties and matching bra. He pressed his erection between her lace covered arse crack and slowly rubbed against her. She whimpered. The friction felt sensational.

He then unhooked her bra and turned her to face him. The straps fell from her shoulders and revealed her beautiful, full and firm E cup breasts, exposed at last to him, her nipples a rosy pink, and already hard, waiting to be caressed and devoured. He stared at them before hungrily bending down and taking one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on one while pinching and rolling the other nipple. Sara moaned loudly, pulling Gregs head closer to her nipples, her knees trembling, so close to orgasm already. 

Greg spun her round and pushed her onto her back on the bed. He climbed in between her legs and rested his weight on her body, kissing her shoulders, neck and breasts, before moving slowly but surely down towards her stomach and groin, trailing his tongue along her taught, flat stomach. Saras breathing grew rapidly as Greg playfully fiddled with the elastic of her panties, before inching them down to reveal her beautiful and neatly trimmed mound. Her musky scent filled the bedroom and Greg teasingly stroked a finger down her slit. 

She gasped, he ran a finger over her labia before easing one into her moist, hot and slick gash. She was so wet, Greg had never been more aroused in his life. He added another finger, and another, applying pressure to her g-spot and then his thumb sought out her throbbing clit. Sara groaned with delight on the impact and began thrusting her hips upward to meet his hand and probe his fingers deeper into her hole. 

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Sara shouted as her first orgasm racked her body, tensing up her whole body and making her moan animalistically. 

She looked down at the gorgeous man between her legs and stared into his big green eyes. She flipped him onto his back and made her way down to his boxers, which she swiftly removed. Gregs cock sprang from its confinements. Uncut, thick and at least 7 inches, it was a thing to behold. The head already glistening with pre-cum, Sara could wait no more; she took his balls into her mouth while slowly stroking his meaty shaft, then licking his length, she looked up and made eye contact, his eyes glazed over with lust. She licked the pre-cum greedily from the head and then sucked him deep into her mouth, her plump, full lips taking him in and out and in and out, remaining eye contact constantly. Greg brushed her blonde locks away and watched in awe as Sara pumped his twitching, solid cock and gave him the best head he could remember having.

"Stop, i'm going to come otherwise!" he laughed and then pulled Sara back up onto the bed. 

She kissed him with intent, enjoying the sight of him tasting himself and he rolled over, nestling between her legs, their pubic hair tangling and his penis pressing up against her sopping wet opening.

"Fuck me" Sara ordered, as they broke their kiss, her legs wrapping up and over Gregs legs.

He stared into her doe eyes and with one thrust pushed through her folds and deeply into her, her inner muscles squeezing him tightly. She felt so warm and tight. He fucked her slow and steady, sucking on her tits and kissing her until she wanted more. He increased the pace and she grabbed his buttocks and pulled him deeper inside her.

"Fuck me harder!!!" she moaned, writhing underneath him.

Greg pumped his cock deep into her pussy, thrusting with urgency, both wanting to completely satisfy one another. The thrusts became wild and powerful, their bodies sweating and sliding over one another, Saras large breasts bouncing manically with each thrust, her back arched, pushing herself into him more and completely surrendering her body to his passions. Greg revelled in her wetness and the satisfying noise his balls made as they slapped her arse with each thrust. She moaned as he slid in and out of her well oiled pussy with ease.

Greg felt his balls begin to tighten and his cock swell even larger as Sara reached her peak, her pussy clenching him deep within her, milking him dry. He shot stream after stream of warm sticky cum in her hole, filling her up with his massive load. He collapsed, spent, on top of her, his head nestling on her shoulder. Sara cried out one last time before relaxing. She felt Gregs large cock softening and sliding out of her oozing, cum-filled gash, which dripped on the bed sheets. They shifted and spooned one another, Gregs muscular, protective arms wrapping themselves tightly around Sara's waist, holding her close.

"I love you Sara", he whispered into her ear, "I've loved you from the start."

Sara didn't reply. She didn't need to. The warmth of her smile and her girly giggling filling up the room with an adoring glow.



She Knew I Was Watching



I lived on a street where everyone knew each other and it was a sleepy little town out in the eastern part of the United States. Me and my friend Joey would drive to the fishing pond down the end of the block and spend hours and hours with our fishing rods in the water, a case of beer and talking about the girls at our high school. One in particular was Samantha Jones. 

She was a new girl from California and she was freaking hot. All we could do was watch Samantha as she passed us in the hall, she was stunning. She was very light skinned, her hair was blonde and she had the most perfect lips. I was a lip man and my buddy was a leg man. 

I couldn't stop imagining I was the guy in "Sand Lot" the movie. She would rescued me from the swimming pool in town and she press those plump juicy lips to mine...I was only dreaming. She lived two houses from me and right next door to my friend Joey's house. What a luck dog. 

I started hanging out at his house more and more as the summer progressed just to get a glimpse of the goddess we had in our neighborhood. I don't know if it was a California thing but her mom and dad were both blonde haired and blue eyed and so was her little sister and little brother. They were like the Barbie dolls of town. 

No one, I mean no one had bluer eyes then Samantha. Her eyes were like the ocean and I could get lost in them. Just a glace and she knew I was drooling all over myself when she would glance at me, I know she knew. She would crack a tiny smile at me everytime she walked passed me in the halls of school and all I could do was sigh.

As the summer progressed and they got settled in, me and Joey would sit in his back yard and we could hear the Jones family in their back yard. They had a big pool and we would check Samantha out from Joey's bedroom window. We had to be really careful because her mom was a mean lady. She was very protective of her girls and especially Samantha. She knew she had a little hottie on her hands. 

Every guy in town wanted her. I think I was her biggest fan, and I said to myself one day I'm going to get a kiss from her. I didn't know how or when but I was. When she would go out to the pool she had on the most beautiful two piece bikini. It was bright pink, like hot pink, which now became my favorite color. She would even have her toe nails painted the same color as well as her finger nails. "OH MY GOD," she was so perfect. 

More than once I would run home and jack myself off thinking I was watching her take that bikini off and I could see her tan lines. I would send a gushier of cum into the toilet every time I was thinking of her. She became an obsession and I was starting to get home with stains in my underwear from precumming in my underwear at Joeys house watching her swim. I could sit there all day and watch her. 

One day her mom caught us at the window and even came over to Joeys house and told his mother they wanted some privacy and for us to quit ogling her daughter. We knew who the boss was at their house. Joey's mom giggled and said she would handle it and came to the room and told us to be more careful. She actually suggested we close the shades and peek between the slats, duhhh; why didn't we think of that? 

I wished I had the courage to ask her out. I was a bucked toothed skinny geek runt and I didn't think she would even think twice about me. I don't even think she remembered my name much less want to go out with me. I really tried to talk to her at school but she was so popular I could never catch her alone. Joey would tell me "you are never going to get her alone; you might as well give up." 

I would hear him but it went in one ear and out the other. I was on a mission and I wouldn't stop till I got her alone. One day I was walking home from school and she was ahead of me on the side walk and I hurried to catch up to her. What would I say, I asked myself? I only had one chance and I better be as smooth as possible. 

I got right behind her and as she turned a little to see who it was I said Ummm, what are you doing, you going home"? "WOW," what an idiot...she looked at me like I was a dummy and laughed and said "aren't you?" 

I hung my head in shame and kind of let her get ahead of me and to my surprise she said if I would walk with her. What? What, ME? I said "sure" and we walked in utter silence all the way to my gate. She stopped, looked at me and said "see you tomorrow!" I stopped in the front of my house and watched her glide away on her cloud, she was an angel.

I had to come up with a plan to see her more often and not have to ask Joey to go to his room. He was getting a little tired of sitting on his computer while I looked through the slats. Behind our row of houses was a little strip of woods we had built a fort in a long time ago. We hadn't been out there in a long time. We were way to old for the fort at nineteen. 

A few days went by and Joey said they were going on vacation and I would be alone for the rest of the summer. I was devastated; my lookout at his house was gone. I even tried to get Joey to leave me a key but they only had two and one went to his uncle who was going to check on it every so often. I decided to go to the fort and see what vantage I had from there and to see if I could see her from there. 

It was kind of at an angle and it was too low, we built it when we were eight or nine years old. It was falling out of the tree and it had so much weeds and branches growing in it I decided to start a new one a lot closer to her back yard. I had to sneak back there so no one would see me and I didn't want to give up my position because her mom would have a fit if she knew I was spying on her daughter. 

I found a nice big tree with some nice branches to climb up in and once I got to the midpoint I looked across. I was looking right into the pool, perfect. I grabbed my dad's hammer and some boards and a few nails and headed to the woods. I started with the stairs to the midpoint of the tree. I nailing each step one at a time driving two nails per step so it wouldn't swivel and turn on me. 

Once I got to the midpoint of the tree I had to get my dad's saw and cut a few branches away for the platform I was going to build but leave just enough to conceal myself. Now I needed some more boards and my dad had a stack in the back of the shed. I grabbed one or two at a time and took them to the tree. 

It was hard work but I knew once I had it built it was going to be my hangout for the long summer. It was getting hot and I could hear the Jones's at the pool almost every day. I was almost done with the platform and once I was finished I could check out my view. WOW, it was perfect except for the back fence area which was closest to my platform. I couldn't see behind it but I could see three quarters of the pool, not bad I said to myself. 

Ok, now I can bring some brew and some jerky and hang out. I wonder if my dad still has his binoculars in our camping gear? I ran back to the house grabbed my stash of beer, a bag of jerky and ran to the garage. "Where are those binocular" I said to myself scanning the garage. "Ah ha, there they are!" I grabbed them and as I was heading to the wood and on the way I was cleaning the lenses with my tee-shirt. 

Once I got to the tree I scanned the Jones back yard...they were in for the day, Darn it! The next day around eleven, I hurried to my tree stand and my mom said for me to be careful as I ran out the back door. Once I got into the tree and on the platform I grabbed the rope I had connected to a pulley and pulled up all my stuff in a bucket that was attached to the end of the line. 

This was a lot easier than trying to get up here with one hand. Ahhh, now I can settle in and scan the Jones back yard. They still aren't out yet, I'll check out they neighbors till they come out. Hey there's Fred my other friend from school; he's helping his dad build something. Hey I can see into my back yard, dads cutting the grass. Sure glad I'm not there, he'd have me help him with the racking. 

Wait someone's coming out, Oh man, its Samantha's mom going to the pool. Where is everyone else? Wow, her mom has some pretty legs wrapped in that towel. 

What is she doing? She dropped her towel; she has a nice body. "WOW" I said to myself. "OH MAN," she's is rubbing sun tanning lotion on her body. She has some pretty skin. Kind of like Samantha's but she is really tanned! She rubbed the lotion so slow and didn't miss a spot. She put it on her arms and on her sides, switching hands to get both sides evenly. 

She had a piece of plastic wrap the length of a towel but what was she going to with it? Ok, she's turning her back to me, wait! She's unsnapping her bikini top, it's... it's in her lap. I was shaking as I stood there with my binocular on Samantha's mom. She grabbed the plastic wrap and squeezed tanning lotion in the middle of it. 

Now she's pulling it back and forth on her back like when you dry ourselves with a towel. She's putting tanning lotion on her back herself, very smart. "OH man," I just saw the side of her breast, they are huge. My dick was starting to get hard as a rock. I was feeling uncomfortable since I was up in a tree stand and my cock was getting rock hard. 

Hey, what am I worried about no one can see me anyway. Oh man, shes leaning forward with her bra off! Her boobs are so perfect. They are nice and firm and point up at the nipple. Her nipples are so big and round and they are the most beautiful shade of brown I have ever seen I said to myself! Now she's rubbing tanning lotion on her legs, her beautiful legs. 

I bet Samantha is going to get this hot when she is older...but I think her mom is a FOX. She finished rubbing her lotion on her whole body and I was throbbing in my pants. I looked around and didn't see anyone so I unzipped my pants and let my cock out in the air. Samantha's mom moved her lawn chair to the sun and laid on her back and her breasts were pointing straight to the sky, they were gorgeous. 

They were the size of large grapefruits and I was imagining I was sucking them. Mmm, I kept saying to myself as I stroked my cock. Wait... wait she's spreading her legs open a little, yes, yes I can see the crease in her bikini bottom where her slit is. I was leaking cum and it was felling so good to have my cock in my hand sliding up and down looking at Samantha's mom. What is she doing now? 

She just slide a hand into her bikini...is she doing what I think she is? She is rubbing her own pussy, Oh yes,...I couldn't hold on any longer. My cock jerked in my hand almost squirting cum on my face as it pulsed and pulsed cum everywhere. I just rolled over on the platform on my side and let out some deep grunts and groans as my cum shot all over the floor of my platform. Uhhh, uuhhh, I could feel my cock bulge as it pulsed cum out my penis hole.

It felt so good to squeeze my cock. The harder I squeezed the more I was imagining my cock in...in Samantha's moms pussy! I was fucking horny for her mom! What was wrong with that? She was hot and she was fingering herself. I got up after a minute of shaking the last drops from the tip of my cock. Immediately I grabbed the binoculars so I could see her playing with herself again. 

Where did she go? By then I was sitting on the edge of the platform scanning the back yard like a soldier on recon but she was gone! Just then I heard my name in a loud voice below the tree, "MICHAEL, YOU GET DONE HERE RIGHT NOW, MISTER!" I looked down and it was Samantha's mom and she didn't look to happy. 

I started to freak out but I had better act like I didn't know anything. She kept looking up and finally said again in a loud voice, "GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW YOUNG MAN!" I quickly slid the binoculars to the center of the platform thinking maybe she didn't see them. 

As I climbed down I was conjuring up a story...umm I was bird watching? No, I was playing Army? No... what do I say? I got to the ground and she was wrapped in her towel and she was standing there with her hands on her hips and she looked me right in the eyes and said "come with me right now!" I thought for sure she was going to march me right to my dad in the back yard who was still cutting the grass. I could still hear the mower from where we were. 

NO, she was heading to her back yard! Was she going to call my mom over, my mind was reeling and I was trembling as I walked? Once we got to her back gate she opened it and waited for me to go in. She walked to her lawn chair with me close behind her and she sat down and turned towards me. As I looked up from the ground expecting her to have a mean look on her face, she was looking right into my eyes and said "did you like what you were seeing from your tree stand, I get so wet when I'm being watched?" 

I almost fell to the ground in shock! "What, what do you mean Mrs Jones," I said in a trembling voice. She said "I've been watching you for a few days fixing that tree fort in the woods and I was wondering when you were going to finish it so you could watch me get undressed. I love when someone is watching me." I couldn't believe my ears, she wanted me to see her. 

Now this was an awkward moment and I just stood there speechless. Then she reached out and grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest still wrapped in her towel. She said "do you want to feel my boobs Michael, or do you want to touch my pussy?" I could have started crying right then but I said "yes ma'am I do!" "You want to touch my pussy?" "Yes ma'am" I said again. 

She unwrapped her towel and I was standing in front of the titties I was looking at from a distance and they were so fucking awsome! I slowly bent down to my knees and inched my face forward and licked one of them and she just lay back on her hands in her lawn chair and let out a little moan of pleasure, "mmmm, Michael your tongue is hot." 

I had seen a few pictures of sex in my playboys and penthouse magazines and I knew what guys did. They sucked titties and fucked pussy! I was getting rock hard again and I knew she could see it in my pants. She let me lick it for a few seconds then she whispered, "Suck it Michael, suck it." I grabbed it with one hand and pulled the tip into my mouth. It was covered in tanning oil but I didn't care and it was hot, hot from the sun.

"Mmm, mmm" I could hear my throat saying as I sucked a breast for the first time. "Oh My God" this was Samantha's mom! I hope no one finds out about this...I'd be laughed out of high school, or would I? She grabbed my other hand and put it on her other breast and massaged it into her breast harder and harder. She was getting off on me sucking her titties, but so was I! I was still on my knees and she grabbed my chin and brought my face up and she looked me right in the eyes again and said "you want to taste my pussy?" 

I was shaking my head up and down so fast I made myself dizzy saying yes! I was going to lick a pussy, something I had jacked myself off many times thinking about doing someday. She lay back on her lawn chair and said, "take them off Michael, so you can see my pussy. Isn't that what you wanted to see from your tree house" she asked? 

IF she only knew I was trying to see her daughter, she probably knew that but I was going to see her mothers pussy instead. I grabbed the edge of her bikini bottoms and slide them down, "YES, YES," she was shaved. No hair on her pussy! She saw that my cock was trying to rip out of my pants and she reached between my legs. I almost jumped over the fence when she grabbed my cock. 

She squeezed my balls and said "Wow, Michael your balls are full, I wonder how much cum you have in those balls?" I couldn't believe she was telling me this and I was staring at her shaved pussy. She said, "are you going to stare at it or are you going to taste me?" I lowered my head into her pussy and glanced at it before I stuck out my tongue... It was so perfect. It was so pink inside her hole.

Her outer lips were a light brown like her nipples and she had two little lips sticking out of her pussy, girls have two sets of lips. Yes, I remembered I had read that somewhere. My pants were being unzipped as I stuck out my tongue. I closed my eyes and inched my way closer to this heavenly scent. "How would it taste" I said to myself? 

My tongue, stabbed into her cunt and slide in like I was licking an ice cream cone but a HOT one. It was sweet, so sweet but had a little tangy after taste. Best tasting ice cream I have ever had. She opened her legs wide as she tugged on my zipper. 

Before I knew it my cock was standing straight up in the air. She had one hand on my cock rubbing it up and down and my tongue darted into every crevice of that beautiful creation. I would gasp for air and lick her thighs and she was coming unglued. She clicked her chair back so it was flat and she spread her legs as wide as they could go. They were a little bent at the knees and I was in there shoulders and all. She had to let go of my cock for a second and my other hand worked a finger into her soaked pussy! 

Where's the clit I had seen in magazines and read a little about, it should be up her at the top. I must have licked it because she is arching off the lawn chair every time my tongue flicks that little hard spot. "Oh, Oh Michael yes, yes" she was saying as I licked for everything I had in me. Then I felt her grab my head and pull me up to her chest. She wanted me to fuck her!

"Michael you are a lucky bastard," I said to myself. I sucked her titties and kissed her neck as I worked my way up and inched my cock closer and closer to her pussy. Within a second my cock slid all the way in her soaking wet love channel. My cock was wrapped in her pussy and I could feel her pull me in by my ass. 

She was scratching my back and squeezing my ass as I pumped like a dog in heat. I was fucking like it was my first time, wait a minute this was my first time! I could feel the muscles in my stomach flexing with every thrust and my thighs were so hard and I was near the point of no return. I grabbed the back of the lawn chair and thrust forward on last time.

I screamed "Yes, yes, yes, I want to fuck your pussy Mrs. Jones, please Mrs. Jones." 

I was pumping my virgin cum into Mrs. Jone's sweet pussy. She grabbed my ass and pulled me in so hard I could feel her stretching my butt hole almost in two pieces. I didn't care if she ripped me in half. I was fucking an experienced piece of ass. "You lucky fucker" I said to myself again as our tensed bodies began to subside. 

I slowly slide off her chest from all the tanning oil and slide to the end of the lawn chair. I almost didn't want to look her in the eyes but I had to look up and see that pussy one more time. It was still open a little kind of round in the shape of my cock. At the bottom of her hole I could see a puddle of my white boiling cum sitting in her pussy. She looked me in the eyes and said "you can come and watch me anytime you want Michael, I love to be watched when I take off my cloth and finger myself in my bikini." 

My knees were trembling as I picked up my pants still in shock. She laid there with her legs spread wide open. As I neared the gate Mrs. Jones gave me one last thrill...she said "Michael" and as I looked back, she dipped two finger deep into her soaked pussy and pushed them all the way in to her knuckles and they came out soaked with my cum. 

I could see my cum dripping off the tips of her fingers and she stuck them right into her mouth and licked her fingers clean and gave me a wink. I almost fell going out the gate with my cock still wet from Mrs. Jones's pussy. As I stumbled home I felt my cock getting hard again. 

It was nice being young dumb and full of cum, my cock would get hard everytime I thought of Mrs. Jones and our afternoon of fun. Needless to say, this was the best summer of my life and it wasn't over yet!




She Knew I Was Watching



Navi Sorab 



She Knew it was Wrong



This is a true story told to me by the lady described in the story. She is still married and her husband does not know any of this and probably never will. She has struggled with the events that occurred for a lot of reasons. 

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She knew it was wrong. She was happily married with two young children. Staying out drinking until 2am in the morning with a bunch of twenty somethings was not her usual night out. But it was the last night of the conference she was attending in Las Vegas and she barely felt guilty when she called home a few hours earlier and told her husband she was going to bed. She did not want him to worry and he would worry if he knew she was out drinking. Now, four hours later she was drunk and enjoying the attention she was receiving. 

Once her coworker had left the bar she had stopped dancing with the group and spent all her time with Mark. He told her playfully that a woman her age was every young man's dream and she responded that it would stay a dream but she kept drinking with him. She knew it was wrong but she was still in control. The Jagermaister shots were tough to put down but they gave her new energy and a lot less inhibition. She sat on his lap between songs but she kept her legs closed and her white denim skirt came down comfortably to cover to her mid thigh. She swept his hand away every time he put it on her bare leg but she let his other hand rub her back freely. She knew it was wrong but it felt good feeling his large hand running over her. She was intrigued by his size. At six feet three inches tall he was a foot taller than her. She had once dated a guy who was six feet but for the last twenty years she had only been with her husband who was only a few inches taller than her and was built like a distance runner. Mark was huge by comparison and the novelty of it was enjoyable. She knew the next round of shots was a bad idea but she was having fun and no one from her real life was around to witness. She had to be at the airport in six hours but she was too drunk to care.

Mark's hands were all over her during the net dance and though her reactions were slower she still managed to push his hands away when they strayed too close to her forbidden areas. When she told him she needed to start drinking water he led her out of the bar and straight to the elevators. She knew it was wrong to let him walk her all the way to her room but she did not stop him when he took her key card and entered with her. She accepted the glass of water he gave her and sat on the side of the bed as he set her alarm so that she would not miss her flight. She knew it was wrong that a strange and attractive man was alone with her in her hotel room but she did not tell him to leave. He did not say a word as he sat beside her and began kissing her neck. She knew it was wrong but she liked the way it felt. She told him he should leave but she did not mean it. He pulled her back on the bed and began kissing her lips. She muttered that she was married and they should not do this but she let him continue kissing her. She briefly thought of her husband as he began unbuttoning her blouse but the alcohol had washed away any guilt and she let him unfasten her bra and bare her champagne glass breasts. 

She allowed him to put his mouth on her very erect nipples and she willingly opened her legs as he moved his hand up her thigh. She knew it was wrong when his large hand gently rubbed over her white cotton panties and she wished she had worn a sexier pair. She felt her breath quicken as his tongue toyed with her nipples and his fingers slid under her panties. She felt him stand up as he moved to remove her panties completely. She lifted her hips to allow him to reach up her skirt and grab the waistband of her panties and she straightened her legs so they would slide off easily. She watched as he knelt down and could feel him bring his mouth to her slit and as his tongue met her she felt for the first time a deep arousal. She searched her drunken mind for the last time her husband had done this but she could not remember. She felt like she was dreaming as he licked around her clitoris and then drove his tongue deep inside her. She could feel his finger sliding inside her as well and she could feel the cool drip of their combined juices as it trickled down to her ass.

He stopped and pulled her to a sitting position. She watched as he opened his jeans and she was surprised by the size of him. She was drunk to the point of dizzy but her arousal compelled her to reach for him. She felt no guilt as she observed how much thicker he was than her husband. He was longer too but it was the thickness that impressed her. Her small hand could not even fit around his shaft and she was only able to take his head into her mouth. His hands were on her head and he roughly brought her face down on his cock. She was surprised by the force of him and she struggled to remove her mouth so she would not gag. She tried again as he pulled her down on him but she did not enjoy the vigorous assault on her mouth. For the first time she felt regret and part of her wanted him to leave but she said nothing as she lay back down on the bed. She knew it was wrong but she knew he was going to have her. Even in her drunken stupor she knew it was her fault and not his.

He stood between her legs and roughly pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. She slurred a plea for him to wear a condom but he did not stop or even reply. She wondered how it would feel to have a different man inside her for the first time in twenty years. She felt him slide his cock up and down her slit in preparation. She felt pressure as he pushed himself inside her and an overwhelming pleasure as he moved back and forth working further and further in. She could not catch her breath on his inward stroke and she tried to use her hands to block him from putting his full length inside her. She wanted him to slow down and be gentler but she could not get the words out of her mouth. She heard him call her a tight little bitch and she felt a twinge of regret that she had allowed this to happen. She did not think she would come because she rarely had orgasms when she was drunk and it amused her that her mind was working this way while her body was being ravaged. She knew it was wrong but she felt her brain and her body were not connected.

He pulled out of her and turned her on to her stomach. He told her to get on her hands and knees as he lifted her lower body. She was struck at how easily he manipulated her weight. She knew he was going to fuck her from behind and she wondered if she would like it. Her mind drifted to how conservative her husband was and how he had never made love to her in this position. She wondered why it was easier to let a stranger do it than cross that threshold in her own marriage. She knew it was wrong to allow Mark to take her this way but in her drunkenness she was genuinely curious how it would feel.

He pushed himself into her and she pushed up on her hands to accommodate his size. She was surprised at how good it felt and she could hear herself making noises that she could not control. She found that if she lowered her upper body to the mattress it would increase the intensity of her pleasure and for the first time she knew that she would come in this position. She jumped as she felt his finger slide across her asshole. She had never been touched there and she considered it dirty. She tried to reach back and push his hand away but she was too weak, too drunk and too overcome with pleasure. She could not control how her ass and pussy convulsed every time his slick finger toyed with her ass. He asked her if she liked it and even as she said no her body told him a different answer. She wondered what he must be seeing and she realized no one had ever seen her like that. She wished the lights were not on but the feeling building inside her did not allow her to be self-conscious for long. She could feel him tense as his orgasm approached and she knew she would join him. She told him to come inside her because she wanted to feel him release. She knew he was close and the idea sent her into orgasm. She could feel her whole body contract and could feel his explosion inside her. She knew she was making too much noise but she could not stop herself. She could feel the tears flowing from her eyes and she could not control her sobbing as the pleasure waves continued to rock through her body.

When it was over he collapsed beside her on the bed. She wanted him to leave but she could not fight the sleep overtaking her. She looked at the clock and closed her eyes knowing she would have to wake up in just three hours.