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Ted

By: timmyboy



He rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. It was 7:28, time to get up and get ready for school. He was eighteen years old, a high school senior, and supposedly had the world by the tail. But he felt something was missing but he didn't know what, yet. 

He stepped into the shower and luxuriated in the warm water streaming down his body. He grabbed the soap and started to rub it over every inch of his body. When he got to his crotch area he lingered a little longer caressing his 8 inch penis. He loved to touch and fondle his cock and couldn't imagine a more incredible feeling than when his sperm would rocket out of his manhood. 

Unfortunately there wasn't enough time for that this morning, but he hated to rush his pleasure anyway, preferring to take his time and enjoy the act. 

He dressed in jeans and tee shirt and went downstairs for breakfast. His father wasn't home, as he worked out of town, and 

only came home on the occasional weekend. His mother, however, was always there for Ted. He was an only child, and he knew that she loved him more than anyone or anything in the world. He knew he felt the same about her, but lately he had caught himself daydreaming about his mother in a sexual way and was unsure of what he should do. He certainly couldn't tell his mother, although he confided in her about everything else, and he certainly would not tell his friends his deepest thoughts, he would be the laughing stock of Parnell High School. 

"What's going on at school today?" Anne asked her son as he came into the kitchen. 

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the teachers are having a faculty meeting this afternoon and we're getting out early. I should be home about 2 o'clock. I wish every Friday was like this. "

"Well your father called late last night and said he won't be home this weekend, he said something has come up and the job site and he has to stay there until next week at least. If you don't have any plans, maybe we could rent some videos tonight?"

"That's a great idea," said Ted. "Donnie's going away right after school and I was just going to bum around the house anyway. " He lied of course. He saw the hurt look in his mother's eyes when she mentioned his father not coming home. He knew she still loved her husband but his playing around was no big secret and it hurt her when she knew he wasn't really " working" on these weekends. 

As Ted sat at the kitchen table his mother got him a bowl and spoon for his cereal. He wasn't a breakfast person, but his mother always insisted that he have something on his stomach when he went to school, and a bowl of cereal seemed to be the easiest solution. 

While he was eating, his mother leaned over to pour Ted some orange juice. As she did, her robe fell open, exposing her bare breasts. She gasped and quickly gathered her robe to her chest, but the redness on Ted's face told her he had seen her mammaries. 

"I-I-I'd better be getting to school "said Ted, trying to cover the fact that he had just seen his mother as he had never seen her before. He kissed her on the cheek, grabbed the lunch she had made for him, and hurried out the door. 

After Ted had left, Anne started to clean up the dishes. She was still a little unnerved over her son seeing her nude, although fortunately she was wearing panties so she hadn't been completely naked, but still it gave her a strange feeling. 

Once she had done the dishes, she decided she had to do a little cleaning. She had a part-time job at the bank, but that was Tuesday to Thursday, so Friday she could do her shopping and cleaning. 

She went into her son's room to get his dirty clothes for the laundry. As she was collecting his socks from the side of his bed, she noticed a magazine tossed under the bed. Thinking it was one of his golf magazines, she picked it up. It had nothing to do with golf. It was a book with pictures of women in various states of undress. Some were wearing short skirts with nylon stockings held up with garter belts. Some had blouses half open, exposing bras underneath, or just exposing bare breasts. 

This sight reminded her of what had happened earlier that morning and she could suddenly feel herself getting very warm. 

She put the magazine back where she had found it, gathered up the rest of his laundry, and left her son's room. After finishing her chores she decided to go out and do some shopping. 

At school, Ted couldn't concentrate on anything. All he could think about was the sight of his mother standing in front of him with her tits exposed not twelve inches from his face. Sure he had seen plenty of pictures of women's breasts, and sure he had necked with some of his dates, and felt their breasts through their sweaters. But he had never seen or touched a real breast, and the sight of his mother's had given him an incredible urge. 

He saw his friend Don, and told him there was a change of plans, and that he would be staying home tonight. His friend tried to change his mind, but when he realized how adamant Ted was, he realized there was no point in pursuing the matter. 

As Anne continued with her shopping she suddenly thought about her husband. He really was a shit. She had always been faithful to him and had done anything he wanted. Sure she was a little shy when it came to sexual matters, but he could never understand, and he always left her unfulfilled. As a matter of fact, the two of them hadn't had sex for over a year, and the way things were going they weren't likely to ever copulate again. She was grateful that he had given her a fine son in Ted, but he had never appreciated the boy either. She loved her son and tried to compensate him for the lack of love and acknowledgment from his father. 

She was lost in these thoughts when she bumped into someone in the store. It was Ted's friend Donnie. 

"Oh! Hi Don," she said. "I hear you're going away this weekend."

"No Mrs. Woods, tonight is the big school party down at the park. Teddy was going to go with us, but he told me this morning that he is staying in tonight. It's too bad, everyone is going to be there, it's the social event of the Spring. "

"I guess I misunderstood what Ted said ," Anne replied. She looked at her watch and realized it was 2:30. "I forgot you kids were getting out early today, Ted will already be home, I'd better get going. Nice talking to you Don."

On her way home in the car, Anne couldn't help thinking about what Don had told her. Her dear son was giving up his biggest evening of the school year, to stay home and keep her company. The thought brought tears to her eyes, and she wondered how she could possibly make it up to him. 

She called his name when she entered the house but she received no response. She went upstairs, and heard the shower running. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and she glanced into the room. He was in the shower with the glass shower door closed, but she could see his reflection in the mirror. She marveled at his appearance. He was 5 ft. 10 in. three inches taller than her. Although she couldn't see clearly through the glazed glass, she could see that his muscles had developed quite nicely, and she wondered why she hadn't noticed before that her baby had grown into a handsome young man. She suddenly realized what she was doing and hurried back downstairs to put her groceries away. 

As they ate dinner, an idea came to Anne. She knew what she would do for Ted for being so nice to her. 

"Why don't you go down to the video store and pick out a couple of movies for us, while I put the dishes away? Choose a couple of action pictures I know how you like those. "

"Ok ma," he said. He knew she liked it when he called her that. "But you know me, I could take an hour trying to decide what to get. "

"That's okay, take your time. " she laughed, knowing it would take a little time to get his "treat" ready. 

After she heard the car leave the driveway she went upstairs to her bedroom. She quickly stripped out of the sweat pants and top she had been wearing. She cast aside her "sensible" underpants and bra. She went over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She hurriedly recalled the pictures she had seen earlier in Ted's magazine. She picked out a pair of white, high-cut cotton briefs and slipped them on. Next, she put on a pair of black stay-up stockings. She didn't own a garter belt, but Ted wouldn't see that anyway. Next she put on a white demi-cup brassiere. She had never worn this bra before. She had bought it in the hope that it would rekindle her relationship with her husband, but he had called on that weekend too, saying he wouldn't be home. She had thrown it in a drawer and forgot about it until today. 

She looked in her floor length mirror, and was absolutely stunned. The bra accentuated her 36B bust, and actually made her tits look as if they were going to burst out at any moment. She looked over the rest of her body. She had a little bit of a belly, and her hips were a little bigger than she remembered, but that was to be expected of a woman who had given birth. Her legs were shapely normally, but with the addition of the stockings they looked fabulous. "Not bad for a woman forty-one years old!" she thought to herself. Next she put on a white silk blouse with a plunging neckline followed by a tight black skirt that was four inches above her knees. She put on a pair of high heels, and when she again looked in her mirror, she felt deliciously wicked. 

True to his word, Ted was gone about an hour. After much thought he finally picked out two action movies. One was a Stallone movie, the other was an Arnold Schwarzneggar. He and his mother both liked those two actors and always enjoyed their movies. 

"I'm finally back," he called out as he entered the house by the kitchen entrance. 

"I'm in here," his mother replied from the livingroom. 

When he entered the room, Ted couldn't believe his eyes, his jaw almost dropped to the floor. His mother was gorgeous, she looked like she stepped out of one of those fashion magazines. 

"MMMMom what are you all dressed up for? You look so beautiful. "

"Why thank you Teddy" , she said, feeling a slight warmth of embarrassment reddening her cheeks. "I bumped into Don today and he 

told me that you were passing up a pretty big party to stay home with me so I thought I would do something special for my extra- special son. I know that you like women in short skirts and stockings, so I thought we could treat tonight like a date, and I would dress the way you would like your date to look. Come and sit here on the sofa and I'll put on one of the movies for us. 

Ted sat on the sofa, still flabbergasted. His mother took one of the cassettes and went over to the television. She bent over to put the movie in the video machine, and when she did, Ted could see the tops of her stockings as her skirt rode higher up her legs. Then she straightened up and turned around and came back to him on the couch. 

"I made some popcorn, would you care for some?" she said as she picked up the bowl and leaned across the coffee table. 

Ted's eyes almost popped out of his head. As his mom bent over, offering him the bowl, he could see down the front of her blouse. He saw those magnificent orbs, the same ones he had seen in all their naked glory just this morning, barely kept in place by the flimsiest of a bra. 

Anne sat down beside her son as the movie began. She felt a little uneasy as they watched the screen. She wondered if maybe she had gone a little too far with her "treat" for Ted. She hoped that he wouldn't be offended by her appearance, or her actions. She just wanted to show her appreciation for his consideration. She hoped he wouldn't think she was a slut. 

The movie had been running for twenty minutes, but Ted couldn't even focus on the screen. Here he was sitting on a couch with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. True it was his own mother, but that didn't matter. He had never made love to any girl or woman in his life, but he wanted to make love to this woman, his mother. 

"Ma..."he started to say. 

Anne turned to look at her son. She saw something in his eyes. The same thing he could see in hers, a need to be wanted, a need to be loved, a need to love. 

He leaned over and kissed his mother, and much to her surprise as well as his, she kissed him back. 

They explored each other's mouths with their tongues, and he reached up and cupped her breast through her blouse. He had to have more, so with his right hand he started to undo the buttons of her blouse. 

She knew she could stop him, indeed should stop him, but she didn't want to. She needed him and incredibly he needed her. 

When her blouse fell completely open, he gazed at the wondrous sight of her beautiful tits imprisoned by the skimpy brassiere. He reached inside one bra cup, and carefully lifted out one of the gorgeous melons. He brought his lips to the nipple and began to gently suck it. 

His mother was lost in ecstasy. She couldn't stop now. She had never meant for this to happen, or so she thought, but now that it was happening she would go as far as fate would take them. 

Ted placed his hand on Anne's leg. The feel of the silk stocking sent a charge through his entire being. When his mother suddenly spread her legs to allow him better access, he took full advantage. His hand travelled up her leg, stopping momentarily when he felt the bare skin where the stocking ended. He reached further and felt the now moist panties that covered his mother's vagina. 

She shuddered at this touch of her most private area. A small moan escaped from her lips as he rubbed his hand around her panty- covered crotch. Then she felt him pull her panties to one side and she could feel his fingers caressing her pussy hairs. 

Ted could feel the wetness oozing from his mother's cunt. He put one finger inside her and was pleasantly surprised by the warmth he felt in there. 

"Mom," he said. "I must have you, I want to make you feel good, I want to make love to you. "

"Ohhh Teddy," she whispered, "I want you and need you too. Take me upstairs. "

With that Ted picked up his mother, with an ease that surprised them both, and with her head resting on his chest, carried her up to the bedroom. 

When he reached her room, he didn't bother turning on the light. He carried her over to her bed, and gently laid her down. 

He carefully removed her blouse and skirt, followed by her bra and panties. He paused for just a moment to admire the sight of his mother lying on her bed waiting for him to make love to her. 

Anne looked at her son and could see his love for her in his eyes, and she knew they were about to do something very special which would change both of their lives forever. She saw him moving closer to her and realized that there was no turning back. 

Ted lay down beside his mother and kissed her gently on the lips. She opened her mouth to him and the flood of passion flowed between them. 

He sucked on each breast in turn, treating them like they were delicate flowers in bloom. He grabbed each nipple with his teeth and playfully tugged on them causing them to become rock hard. He then made his way down to her belly and rained kisses over the whole area. He then moved down to her love triangle. That beautiful place where he had emerged from as a baby. The aroma of her pubic hairs aroused him to greater heights, and he parted her love lips and put his tongue inside her. 

Anne could not believe the feelings growing inside her. When he kissed her breasts she felt giddy with excitement. When he kissed her belly, her anticipation heightened. But when her son reached her most private area, she finally lost total control of herself. No man had ever done this to her. She had only read stories of this happening, and now her son, her beautiful son, her loving son, was about to do this wonderful thing to her. She felt his tongue probing deeper and deeper into her love tunnel. Suddenly she felt him reach that certain spot that only she had been able to reach in the past. She felt the warmth building in her body, and knew she would soon have her first-ever orgasm with another human being. 

Ted loved the taste of his mother's pussy. He was searching inside her cunt for the "spot" he had read about in magazines. Suddenly he found it. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the little nub. He felt his mother stiffen and he started sucking on it. 

His mother started to convulse, and held his head between her hands. 

"Ohhh___baby__I'm___cummmming," she screamed. "Please don't stop, it feels so wonderful. "

She then closed her legs around his head in the final throws of an earth-shattering orgasm. 

They both lay still for a few moments as each contemplated what had just taken place, and then she whispered in his ear, "I want you inside me. "

He rose from the bed and started to take off his clothes. She could make out the outline of his body from the faint moonlight coming from the open curtains of the bedroom window. Her heartbeat quickened as she saw him, now completely naked, come towards her waiting body. 

He felt his mother's breasts, mashed against his chest, under the weight of his body. Their tongues met in a frenzied embrace, as his rock hard penis searched for the entrance to Anne's love hole. When the head of his cock nestled in his mother's pussy hairs, Ted slid the entire length of his shaft into her vagina. He could not believe how good it felt, how it felt it belonged in there. He started the slow pumping motion, that he knew would bring them both the most desirable pleasure between a man and a woman. 

Anne's emotions exploded when she felt her son's cock enter her. The walls of her vagina seemed to grab, and hold him like they were a perfect fit, their bodies designed for each other. She could hear the sucking sound their bodies made as his cock pumped in and out of her sopping wet box. Her head started to pound with excitement as he drove in and out of her. She locked her legs around his waist as she felt an orgasm stirring deep inside her. 

Ted raised himself up with his arms to better see his mother. He could see the passion in her eyes and knew she could see the same in his. He looked down at her beautiful tits, the same ones that had given him life through nourishment, eighteen years earlier. He looked further down, at the sight of his cock driving in and out of her magnificent cunt. Suddenly an uncontrollable urge came over him. He started to pump faster and faster, he wanted to cum inside his mother NOW!!

She was coming closer and closer to the edge of her endurance. She knew, any second now, she would explode in an orgasm such as she had never experienced before. Suddenly she felt her son start to pump faster and she knew they would cum simultaneously. 

"Oh baby!!! Fuck your mommy. Mommy wants you to cum right now," screamed Anne. I want us to cum together, give me your sperm. "

His mother's cries made Ted pump faster. He felt like he was going to blow apart, and then his cock exploded. He groaned each time his cock convulsed, as he felt wave after wave of his jism flow out of his cock and into his mother's hot cunt. 

Anne held her son close as they both climaxed, and she was still holding him as they both fell into a light slumber, a result of their exhaustive act. 

She woke up about an hour later, and went to the adjoining bathroom. She turned on the bathroom light, and after using the facilities, looked at her self in the mirror. She knew what she had let happen was wrong, but she didn't care. She loved Ted, he was everything to her, and he made he happy. He was everything a woman could ask for in a son. Hell, he was everything a woman could ask for in a lover. 

Anne returned to the bedroom. The light from the bathroom clearly illuminated Ted, lying naked on the bed, still asleep. She sat on the bed beside her son, and started to caress his cheek with her hand. Her hand traveled across his chest, and down to his groin. She took his sleeping manhood in her hand and started to massage it. 


Ted



I nervously headed into the restaurant, the last member of the party to join the group. I knew Sue and Dave, but Dave had arranged for a friend of his to make up the foursome with us. All I knew was that his name was Ted and he was older. I’ve always preferred older men, but was wondering if Dave’s definition of Older was like mine. 

I also realize blind dates as a rule, are disastrous. In fact, the last time I did that, I swore never again. But, you know, it’s Saturday night and I’m not doing much more than living the life of a hermit lately. And there’s always that flicker of Hope that maybe this time will be different. 

I spotted Sue right away as I approached the table. Dave and a really nice looking older man stood while Sue made the introductions. The man named Ted held my chair while I was seated. One of the neat things about being with older men is they remember their manners. 

Ok, I remember my manners, too, usually, but there was just something about Ted that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. We had several good conversations, but though I knew Dave and Sue and reminded myself I should look at them when speaking; for some reason, I just wanted to look at Ted. Then I became self-conscious that I was staring, so I’d just look down and hope he couldn’t see my face was hot and embarrassed. 

I am not a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher, I kept reminding myself, but I’m acting like I’m a love smitten adolescent. The waitress brought another round of drinks. Yes, when in doubt you’re not being socially acceptable, have another drink. That always helps. Here I just met this guy and I’m already talking to myself. This is not good. 

Before I knew it, everyone was getting up, and saying their good-byes. Outwardly I stood, and said Good-bye and was walking out the door with the others. Inside, though, I was protesting, the evening can’t be over!!! I just met Ted; I can’t bear to go back to my small apartment alone! 

The next thing I knew, Sue and Dave were driving away, and Ted, bless his heart, looked at me with something in his eyes I didn’t recognize. “You look rather reluctant to say good-bye.” 

“Is it that obvious? I feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.” 

“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a grown woman blush so often.” 

“Well, I may look like a grown woman, but inside I….uh…Oh, shit.” I looked down at my hands helplessly not knowing what to say. He stepped a little closer, took my hand and said, “Would you like to walk for awhile?” “Uh, yes, that would be nice.” 

Thankfully he started out carrying the conversation, and I really can speak intelligently with just about anybody. When I’m not smitten with unspoken infatuation or lust or whatever this was I was feeling. We walked, and I guess I didn’t realize he was turning just where I was, until we stopped in front of my apartment building. I said, “This is where I live.” 

He looked down and smiled and said, “You don’t say!!” Well, I felt a bit foolish. But, you know I had to try the line I’ve heard in all the movies. “Would you like to come in for a drink or coffee or something?” “Yes, I’d like that.” 
Well, once I got him up to my apartment, I wasn’t really quite sure what to do with him. I mean, I’ve been with men before, of course, though not many and it had been some time. Still, there was a presence about Ted that unsettled me. Not in a creepy or bad way, just in an …unsettling way. Like he could read my mind. Or look into my eyes and see my soul. Not good, Karen, be careful I told myself. Then as part of me was still wondering about all this, thankfully the courteous part took over. 

“Would you like a drink? Or coffee?” I asked. 

“What will you be having?” He looked all too masculine and large in my small apartment. 

“Personally, I’d rather have a cup of coffee, but you can have whatever you like.” I stopped in sort of a panic, realizing that could be taken in a couple of different ways. 
“Coffee’s fine.” He sat on my sofa while I quickly made coffee. 

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” I admitted, and thinking it looked rude to sit Too far apart from him, I sat on the opposite end of the same couch. 

“Perhaps I could just help you relax a bit. You know, break the ice, so to speak.” And suddenly he was right by me, holding me in his arms and we were engaged in the most luscious kiss. Oh. I’m not that nervous anymore. Well, maybe, but soon getting over it. 

Finally we broke for a breath, and then resumed kissing. “A man who knows how to kiss has always been my weakness,” I said sounding stupid in my own ears. In the back of my mind, I’m aware that he’s using the oldest trick in the men’s dating guide; appearing to caress me with his arm around my back, all the while unfastening my bra under my blouse. Only I had no intention of protesting or trying to get him to stop. 

Soon my bra was practically off me, my blouse was unbuttoned, and to make things easier, I just shrugged out of them. “Oh, my, you have the loveliest breasts.” 

“Uh, thank you.” I’ve heard that just a few times before, of course, but still wasn’t sure how to respond. He began stroking my breasts, and running his fingers over my nipples, which were, by the way, instantly erect. 

Now, at this point, even though I’m half undressed, I’m never sure about the protocol here. I realize his cock is growing under his trousers, but I never was bold enough to just grab a man’s privates, you know, as if I were Checking on their condition. I mean, he was all over my naked tits, but is it ok, to just manhandle a man’s crotch under these circumstances? Not knowing what to do, I just quit worrying, thinking it’s ok to just leave the pace up to the man. But, damn it, sometimes I wish I had a little more experience in these things. 

I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and knowing it was inevitable, it wasn’t all that alarming to me to have his hand running up my inner thigh, under my skirt, and rubbing slightly against my garter and the top of my stockings. “Wait a minute!” 

“What!?!” 

He stopped moving and just backed up a bit, with an incredulous look on his face. Like a little distance would help him see me better. “You have no panties on!” 
“Uh, yeah. Is that ok?” 

“You mean to tell me you were at the restaurant this whole time surrounded by strange people with a short skirt and nothing on underneath except a garter and stockings?” 

“Well, damn it, they weren’t ALL strangers. I knew Sue and Dave.” Though that sounded like a really dumb thing to say. 

“But your pussy is naked and just….there…..for any man to see and touch.” 

“Excuse me, Mr. Stranger, but I am well aware of that. For your information, I didn’t want to keep this date, and had the distinct feeling Sue was setting me up. So, since I let myself be talked into this….Blind Date, I determined that I would go ahead and Risk being found out and it would serve her right. Plus whoever had a mind to Get that far with me, to discover it!” 

I was pretty upset, but he just sat there looking at me with a look on his face, like he was watching the most amusing bit of entertainment he’d seen in some time. 

“Well?!?” I said, emphatically, thinking at any time, he’s going to want to jump up and bolt for the door. He, by the way, was still fully dressed. 

“Well, what?” He still was smiling at me but with a mischievous grin on his face. I’m not sure I like what I saw there. “You enjoy being the bad girl, don’t you?” 

“Me? I’m not the bad girl! I don’t cuss, much. I don’t see men hardly at all, and I don’t date strange men I’ve never met before.” 

“On the contrary, I’ve heard you cuss plenty tonight. You saw plenty of strange men in a restaurant knowing you were practically nude underneath. You asked me, a Complete Stranger, up to your apartment, and then allowed me to undress you after a brief interval of half a cup of coffee. I think you enjoy very much being the bad girl. And now I understand why you have that nervous, poor little girl me act about you. You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?” 

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to sound indignant, but he was kissing me again. “Just this, I think you know you’re being bad enough to be punished. But now you’re going to protest and tell me that’s not what you’re asking for. All this time, though, I know you are.” 

“You’re not going to beat me and rape me, are you?” I must’ve looked worried, but he chuckled and said, “No, Karen, I’ve never taken a woman against her will. And I promise you here and now I will never beat you. I do, however, know you’ve been practically begging me for a spanking ever since, well, apparently before we even met.” 

At this speech, before I even had time to protest or argue or complain, he had pulled me across his lap, and held my back with his left arm, while his right hand was lifting my skirt, and I felt the cool air against my naked ass. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr….Mr. Ted?” 

He was just sitting there stroking my ass lightly with his fingertips. “Didn’t your parents ever give you the spanking you so richly deserve?” 

“No. No one’s ever done that…” and my voice just kind of trailed off into nothing. 

“But you’ve always wanted them to, am I correct?” 

“Don’t be silly. Why would I ever want…. that?” But before I could get that sentence out, Whack! His hand hit my ass. “Ow! That hurts.” 

“Good. It was meant to.” Whack! He hit me again, and again. Ten hard sharp smacks on my ass, and, though I never would’ve admitted it to him, I did, in some perverse way I still don’t understand; like it. 

I thought he was going to let me up, but he just held me there across his lap, running his hand over my hot swollen ass. Ok, maybe it wasn’t swollen, but it sure felt large and hot. Then before I knew what was happening, his fingers were exploring my pussy and to my dismay, she was really creamy. So much so, I was beginning to hope I was staining his nice trousers. Would serve him right! 

He helped me up, and then stood, picked me up, and carried me to my bedroom. Somehow, my skirt just fell away, and when he set me gently down on the bed, I wore only my garter and stockings. He stood next to the bed quickly undressing, while I pulled my grandmother’s quilt off the bed. I’m sure she may have gotten cum stains on it in her time, but it just didn’t seem right to get our cum stains on it. 

He sat up against the pillows and though I really meant to look at his face, all I could look at was his very large Cock. “Oh, My! Can I touch it?” He was smiling at me, but didn’t say anything. And knowing I didn’t really need permission, I just gingerly kind of….touched it. Lightly with my fingertips. Here and there, and running them around and under and encircling it with my fingers. He was moaning softly, but making no move to stop me, so I just got comfortably closer, and continued playing as if it were a new toy. 

Soon, I was lying on my stomach, and bringing that large luscious cock to my lips. OH, he tasted good. I ran my tongue around and around. Holding him in various ways with my fingers and licking the seam up and down the center. Then ran my tongue around under the little ridge. A nice large head! How lovely! Oh, this was the most fun I’ve had in some time. 

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice brought me back to the present. 

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Are you?” 

“Very much so.” 

Soon, I just pulled him into my mouth and made a game out of seeing how far in I could suck him. He hit the back of my throat, but I made room, and realized I could take him in much deeper than I’d thought. Oh, the suction part was kinda fun. I used to suck my thumb when I was little and it was pretty much just like that, only much larger of course. But comforting, and soothing to be sucking and humming….. The cock itself was the center of my world and for a time, I was able to almost forget there was a man attached to it! I hummed, and pulled him in tighter, latching him to the roof of my mouth, and sucking on it like I’d never let it go. It was getting fatter, and almost growing even more, as if that were even possible. Then the cum was oozing and shooting into my mouth. Oh, he had a good taste. I swallowed, and licked some from the corner of my mouth and swallowed again. 

I raised up reluctantly and wondered what I should do next, but he pulled me up closer to his chest, rolled me over, and without so much as a preliminary tease, his cock found my pussy and shoved himself into her with a firm hard stroke. OH!!!! I haven’t been fucked in some time. But this was great!!! He wasn’t exactly mean or brutal, but it was definitely firm and insistent! He held me by the shoulders, kissed my sticky mouth and just fucked me like there was no tomorrow, and it just occurred to me, like maybe he hadn’t had sex in some time either. 

We came at the same time, which I’d always heard about but it never really happened to me. Then I was lying like a rag doll in his arms, and laid my head against his chest. 

“That was incredible.” 

“Yes, it was.” What a stupid thing to say. Am I ever going to quit saying dumb things? Maybe after I get to know him a little better? I’m also going to have to quit talking to myself. 

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” 

“No, do you?” “No, but I was inviting myself to stay.” I wanted to say I’m not the only one to say dumb things, but I don’t know him that well yet to say that. 

“You are the most amazing cock sucker I’ve ever met.” 

“I’ll take that as a compliment, so thank you. And you taste marvelous.” He just held me, and soon we were both snoozing away…




Ted & Celeste



He came into the room, and there she was—sitting in the armchair, dressed in God, what would you call it? It was a silk teddy that started as a tube top, leaving her shoulders bare, and swelling over her 36DD’s, it dropped to just over her thighs, and of course her legs were crossed, in nylons, and she was wearing her black heels. 

You couldn’t quite see her “privates” T or A—but the outlines were quite provocative. Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and her nails and lips were a bright red…She smiled at him.

“Well, it’s time, I guess.” Her North Carolina tones tinkled.

He nodded. “Yes Ma’am, I hope it is…If I’ve earned it.” 

Celeste chuckled. Ted was so funny, he really was. She’d barely remembered the pleasant nerd-y guy who’d helped her with trig homework back in Urbana High, but there he’d been, at the mall. 

“D-do you want to have dinner?” Ted was so nervous, just like in the halls, when Celeste’s boyfriend Mike and the other jocks would nudge him out of the way, gently, when they were trying to get Cel to cut afternoon school to drink with them on the lawn.


They wouldn’t bully him—but Ted was easy to just sort of shove off. But, divorced and with a daughter at 35, Celeste had been gratified to be spoiled a bit by Ted, now an accountant.

“All right, Teddy.” Celeste waved her hand at him. “Let’s take it off…I guess you’ve been a good boy.” Ted nodded “Thank you so much, ma’am.” He began taking off his sad, plaid short-sleeved shirt, and then dropped his khakis. 

“Wait, honey.” Celeste said. “What?” Ted looked alarmed. Was she going to change her mind? “Go get me a beer. No, don’t pull them up, just shuffle (giggle) like that into the kitchen.” Ted stumbled off to the kitchen, pants around his knees.

God, what a sweet guy Ted was. All Celeste had to do was dress sexily and rub her fingers along his neck or give a peck on the cheek now and then, and Ted looked after her completely—the house was immaculate, she never had to wash a glass, and he gave Cel massages, pampered her with breakfast in bed before he went to the office, and bought her almost daily presents, and didn’t call home from work except at three in the afternoon—his stipulated time that she’d talk sexy to him—and that way Celeste had time for daytime “company”. She still had a weakness for unfeeling jock-types. 

And, after all, Ted had never even seen her in the nude…just in clinging pink cashmere sweaters and tiny miniskirts or skintight white t-shirts and jeans that apparently had been painted on. 

She loved giving Ted big hugs in those shirts! Just rubbed up against him. She looked at Ted now. He was standing before her with the beer, and now he was naked except for his weird belt, with the pouch over his pee-pee.

“Thank you dear” Celeste said, taking the beer from Teddy and kissing his ear. There was a slight stain of lip gloss on the lobe when she gently pushed him back. Despite the toughness of the plastic on the pouch of the belt, it was bumping a little bit, which meant that Teddy had a boner. 

“Are you in pain, baby?” Celeste asked Ted sympathetically, as she rubbed his chest with her fingers. 

“Well, ma’am…the pouch is awfully small.” Ted replied, trying to think of football or something. The pouch was vibrating, and to Celeste it looked rather like a Mexican jumping bean, like her brother had brought her from the World’s Fair. 

“Well, baby, I didn’t buy it for you.” Ted smiled ruefully.

After about five dates, Celeste had been wondering why Ted hadn’t persisted in sleeping with her. He necked like a madman, and she could tell his wee-wee was hard most of the time, though she was hard-pressed to get excited about this. 

If he didn’t want to sleep with her yet, she could live without it. The dinners and presents were great, and good-for-nothing Travis could drop by after Ted had gone home. But then when Celeste had been laid off from the cosmetics counter at Neiman-Marcus, Ted had invited her to become a “roommate” with him.

“Rent-free, Celeste.” He’d given her the master bedroom in his house, and he’d moved to a small room down the hall, which had once been used for a housemaid, or something. 

“And-and you can work for me, too. I need someone to you know, manage things.” After about a week of living rent-free, with a higher salary than she’d gotten at Neiman-Mark-up, and “managing” the house, which didn’t seem to mean much, as Ted had a cleaning lady and was a gourmet cook—besides Travis visiting, Celeste was really catching up on “One Life to Live” and her other TV stories—he’d showed her the belt.

Now, Ted looked expectant, and rather desperate, she thought. He kept looking down at the thumping pouch, and looking back at her, as she calmly sipped her beer and pretended to look out of the window. 

“You know, Teddy, you’ve got to re-plant those zinnias.” Celeste leaned over. Ted shuffled his feet, and tried to re-adjust the belt. It was hurting, obviously.

“You see, I masturbate all the time when I’m around you.”he’d told Cel twenty-seven months ago. “I know I’m not good enough to sleep with you—“ news to Celeste

“—But I really shouldn’t be pleasuring myself all the time.” He’d been watching the cleavage behind her tank-top when he’d delivered this speech, along with breakfast to her bed.

”Unless—unless I’ve earned it by pleasing you, Miss Celeste.” Jesus, hadn’t even gotten a blowjob from her, and he CONSTANTLY pampered her…but it wasn’t enough. But Celeste could adjust...

“Ma’am…about the belt.” Ted interrupted Celeste’s horticultural musings. 

“And the azaleas they’re in sad shape.” Celeste ignored the hint. “Yes, we’ll get them this weekend, I promise, Miss Celeste. But—“ 

“But Teddy, I thought you were getting together with your cousin and his friends for a football party.” Celeste looked at Ted, and hid her mouth in one manicured hand. “I tell you what—why don’t you get dressed and we’ll go out and do it now? I can take off this silly thing.” Celeste pulled at the silk deprecatingly, “And put on some overalls. I –“ 

“NO—no, please don’t change your clothes…I like that thing” 

Ted’s face was beet red. Naked except for the chastity belt, he was embarrassed to refer to the brief silk garment that went just above Celeste’s breasts, and ended at the top of her thighs. 

“I’ll skip the football party, Miss Celeste, really. But—can you take off the belt?” His eyes were pleading, and the pouch still thumped. Cel stared at it..the poor thing. He’d not gotten a release for thirty days, and the belt was on all the time, except for the week before, when they’d gone to Tiffany’s. 

Celeste had put Ted in very loose, thin cotton sweatpants with no underwear, and taken him through the Tiffany’s store, looking at all the gems and giving poor Ted surreptitious rubs on his neglected groin until the entire crotch of the sweatpants were wet, and other customers were looking at poor Ted contemptuously, but he was so HORNY…and he’d ended up buying her a two thousand dollar pendant…but when he’d gone home, back in the belt! 

“The reward, baby, was buying the gift for me!..I have to go meet Travis and show him this necklace, and tell him how nice you are, baby.” It’d been tough for the poor guy…his eyes were those of a wounded dog as she’d walked out the door on her stiletto heels.

“All right, Teddy…get me my bag.” Ted left the room swiftly, Celeste counting the zits on his naked butt as he went. She smiled, and felt her pocket where the key was. Ted brought back the purse, and Celeste went through it…

”Damn, where is that thing?” Ted was now hopping on one foot in agony, the pouch pounding away with his imprisoned cock stretching…”I don’t see it, honey.” Celeste pretended to look confused. 

“We may have to put this off til we get another…” “May I look?” Celeste leaned back and watched the boy fumbling through the purse, dropping lipstick, Kleenex and a change purse on the floor, and then hurriedly picking them up again so she wouldn’t be offended. 

After about 20 minutes of the search, Ted looked up with tears in his eyes. “It’s not there, Miss Celeste…what to do?”

The first time Celeste had taken the key to the belt, now nearly a year ago, she’d only kept Ted locked up for two days…and he looked so woebegone that she’d let him wank on her boot before locking him up again.

Then, she tried three days, and then a week. Every time he seemed more and more grateful when she gave him his freedom. He’d go to his knees, spit on his hand, and jerk it into the familiar dish, and then lick up the semen. Then generally, she’d let him grab her legs and thank her profusely for such a great favor before taking her to a wonderful restaurant… 

The masturbation itself took such a short period for the time he looked forward to it….Ted went at it furiously, he did! She shouldn’t tease him with these lost-key stories…

“Oh here, Teddy. It was in my dress pocket.” Celeste held the key in her hand, and Ted, having put the purse down, began staring at it…

”Was it a long month, Teddy? Don’t you like living a clean life….spanking the monkey, you know, is so unhygienic.” Celeste grinned at Teddy, who looked shamefaced. “Why don’t you wait a bit…Travis hasn’t whacked off since he was fourteen…you remember Travis.”

Ted nodded miserably. Once, in exchange for his monthly orgasm, Celeste made Ted polish all of Travis’ boots in the nude, and those of his weekend biker friends…they’d made fun of him, but he’d done a damn good job.

“Teddy, your lower lip is trembling…you want the key?” Tears were coursing down Ted’s face, and he was nodding, humiliated. Celeste observed that if the pouch wasn’t unlocked soon, the cock would tear through it…this humiliation had just served to make him a little bit crazier…

“All right, baby…”Cel handed the key to Ted, who began fumbling it in the lock. Celeste almost never touched Ted’s dickie at all. Generally, once a month, she’d give him the key, he’d unlock himself, kneel, spit on his hands (lubricant was a needless extravagance, Celeste felt) and begin whacking furiously. 

Ted was staring at Celeste as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. Usually this much waited for process lasted Teddy about a minute and a half, God knows if she’d gone to bed with him, he must be a premature ejaculator, but, thankfully, she’d never done this…but why was it such a short time…shouldn’t Teddy enjoy himself? Finally, the belt was off, and Ted had taken it to the dishwasher and came running back. 

For sanitation reasons, Celeste had begun this practice, and to keep Teddy from beating his meat more than once, she’d tie his hands for an hour or so, or make Ted give her a foot massage.

“Teddy! Stop!” Ted was on his knees, and had just started his sacred practice, but he looked up. “Where’s your dish? You’re not planning to let go on my nice rug, are you?” Celeste tried to look stern, but Ted did look ridiculous…she was clothed, somewhat, and he was naked and his wee-wee looked RED and desparate…Ted jumped up and ran back to the kitchen

“NO TOUCHING YOURSELF IN THERE” Celeste shouted, but immediately he was back with a small tea-saucer. If he missed spooging into the saucer, Celeste added two weeks to his next release. This of course had to partially distract him from his whacking, aiming the weapon and all that, but he seemed to get the job done. “That’s right, now put it down.”

Celeste gazed at Ted, who now was sitting with his hand touching his dick and off he went again! 

“TED!” Teddy dropped his sausage, alarmed. 

“What’s wrong Miss Celeste?” “Did I tell you you could start?” Celeste pointed a red-tipped nail at him. “Do you want to wait another month for impertinence?” 

“N-no, ma’am” His dick was now contorted,near purple, too. “M-may I start—“ “Your disgusting habit” 

“My disgusting habit, Miss Celeste?” Celeste sighed. 

“All I do for you, Ted…all right.” Ted grabbed his penis and began to pump enthusiastically. Celeste looked out of the window. This would be a nice afternoon to go fur shopping…

THE END



Ted & Emily



Emily, 19, studied her outfit in the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a tight-fitting, lace, black, baby doll, the hem of it barely covering her bottom. The top of it held her small breasts beautifully, awarding anyone who looked at them to see the fleshy, proud swelling of the tops of her creamy white breasts. Walking closer to the mirror, she took her makeup out and leaned in close to her reflection, very delicately, meticulously applying her lipstick. She then took out her eye shadow compact and started to apply a light purple eye shadow above her green eyes. And finally, she softly stroked her eyelashes with her mascara brush. She brought her face back and undid the rollers from her hair that her sister had helped her put in about a half-hour before. Luckily, her sister was gone now and the curls turned out beautifully. She combed through them gently and pulled the sides back with ribbons. Her husband, Ted, would be home in about fifteen minutes. She sprayed her bare thighs with perfume, doing the same with the tops of her breasts.

It was the evening, just starting to get dark out. She planted several candles in the bedroom which she would light up later, as she anticipated her husband and herself would be there most of the night. She slipped a lighter into one of the drawers and from the same drawer withdrew a box of cherry-chocolate candies and set it on the nightstand. She went out to the living room and hallway and lit the candles, shutting the lights off in the rest of the house. Sitting on one of the chairs in the living room, she anxiously waited for Ted.

Ted was 44 and they first met only five months ago. It was love at first sight. They had been set up on a blind date through a mutual friend. On their first date, they laughed, they talked and they found out that they had much in common. They both liked big-band music, horror films and playing tennis. On that first night, he walked her to her apartment door and gave her a gentle kiss good night. They parted for the night and went on their second date a few days later. Their passion for one another was already building fast. The suggestive, naughty innuendos they exchanged at dinner, the vulgar glances they gave one another, their eyes and body language saying more than words ever could. By the end of that second night, there was so much sexual tension that they couldn't bare not to fulfill their desires and she invited him to spend the night at her place. Without hesitation, he agreed and that night he took her virginity. They went on date after countless date, always giving one another little gifts, like cards for him or flowers for her.

Ted questioned himself for falling in love with an adolescent, asking himself if he was a dirty old man. Emily listened to his concerns and gave him such a kiss that it eased his mind, killed his worries and made his cock rise. The next time they saw one another, he popped the question and she very happily agreed and cried when he slipped a ring on her finger. 

Their wedding took place three weeks ago. It was an outdoor wedding and there were many tears in both families and from both the young bride and her husband. They went to West Palm Beach for their honeymoon where they spent most of their time in their hotel room professing their love for each other between gentle tears, making love and showering together. 

Yesterday morning his 16 year-old niece had an appendectomy and was terrified to death, as she had never had surgery before. She and her parents lived two hundred miles north of them. Well, her Uncle Ted was determined to be there for her, right at her side, telling her everything was going to be alright, and sure enough, everything was. Ted had phoned her yesterday and told her the surgery had gone smoothly. True, it was a simple, common procedure done hundreds, maybe even thousands of times a day, but the young girl was terrified and nothing could quite calm her nerves like Uncle Ted. That's one of the things that made Emily fall in love with him - his compassion, his nurturing, caring nature for the ones he loved. He had stayed overnight at his brother and sister's house and would be returning home this evening. Emily looked at her watch.

She heard the rattle of keys on the other side of the door and ran into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She checked herself out just one last time in their full-length mirror. He announced he was home.

"I'll be out in a minute!" she hollered.

Ted hung up his coat. He looked around the living room. It was beautifully lit with candles. Such a romantic atmosphere. Such a romantic girl, in fact. He wore slacks, and a shirt and a tie. What a doll, he thought to himself, looking at the sensual atmosphere she had set for the two of them. He combed his hair back as best as he could with his hands and straightened his tie tightly up to his neck. He thought about sitting down as he waited for his young bride, but he was too excited to rest. Anxiously, he waited for his little princess to come out of their bedroom. Their bedroom. It always hit him as such a shock that this teenager and himself shared a bedroom and were, indeed, a married couple.

She emerged from the bedroom and walked down the hall, standing in the doorway of the living room. His eyes were wide. He couldn't believe that a creature could look as sexy, as beautiful, as perfect as her. He stood up and growled. His wife put her hand up to her lips, giggling. She knew what that meant. That growl always happened when he saw something he liked, when he was aroused, when he set his eyes on hers and wanted her right then and there.

The young woman stood awkwardly, her hands behind her back, shifting her weight on either foot. He walked up to her, his eyes looking her up and down, craving her body, hungry for he lovemaking. He gently held her shoulders.

"Oh Princess," he said. "You look gorgeous. You look so sexy, so beautiful." He lowered his voice and told her what she deemed to be "one of the sexiest phrases". He said, "Baby, I think my pants are getting tighter."

She sighed, "Daddy, you know what that does to me."

He nodded, "I do know, sweetheart. Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?" he teased.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head sweetly up to her new husband. Nothing happened. Her eyes fluttered open wide in surprise and he chuckled at her, stroking her cheek with his finger. He loved being this close to her. What a precious, precious girl. His smile disappeared and his seriousness took over, leaning in to kiss her. She kissed him back hungrily, her hands resting on his chest.

"Oh honey," he moaned quietly. "I love you."

"Mmm," she sighed. "I love you too, Daddy. I missed you so much while you were gone. I know you weren't gone even two whole days, but I missed you."

He kissed her once again, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He stroked her curled hair and very gently rubbed her back, the lower part of it covered in her black lingerie. The young woman could feel his cock straining against his pants up against her and she started to undo his tie. Softly, he pulled the straps of her baby doll down over her arms, but not yet exposing her breasts. 

"I missed you too, sweetheart," he whispered. "I hate to think of my little baby sleeping all by herself. Where you lonely, darling?"

She nodded. "Oh yes, very lonely."

"Aw," he said and continued kissing her. The heat was too much to bare and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and lead her into the bedroom, the candlelight from the hallway being their only light to guide them, streaming into the room. They confessed sexily to one another that they had been playing with themselves thinking of each other while they were separated.

She eased her youthful body back onto the bed, exposing her smooth thighs and her wetness to him. He crawled over her and kissed her gently on the lips then crawled down on the bed and slid the tight, lace fabric up from her hips up around her waist. Looking into her eyes, he quietly, slowly, lowered his head to her open, wet pussy that was waiting for him. He fingered her lips with the gentle pads of his thumbs, pawing at her sex, lovingly molesting her and then finally licking her sweetness up and down. She was soaked and her excitement glistened. She was so warm, so moist, so ready for him. But she was young, she was still tight, and so he took his time with her, preparing her for his large cock that was already fully erect, straining in his slacks. He licked her up and down and gently began to kiss her skin that blossomed around his tongue like sweet pink petals. Her hole was open and leaking and she was fully ready for him.

He stood up and began to undress himself and she stood up, pulling her lingerie up over her head. They took their time in undressing, watching one another like one, long, slow-motion wet dream. They were both naked and she walked over to him and started to kiss him and pulled her back onto the bed with her. He agonizingly pulled his lips from hers and held his cock in his hand, sinking it into her pussy. He went slowly with her and watched her face carefully. She showed no signs of pain and so he continued. The deeper he put himself into her, the louder her whimpering and her cries of pleasure became. He was in all the way and stayed that way for a moment.

"Oh Ted," she moaned. "Come on, give it to me real good."

"Real good?" he teased her in a low voice.

She giggled, "Oh yes, really good, hard, fast."

He groaned at her words, studying his body inside of hers. "You got it, angel."

He began to move his hips, pumping his cock in and out of her, slow at first and then faster and faster. It didn't take him long before he started to moan out loud. Oh, what vulgar, hot sounds. His moaning, the squelching of her pussy juice around his manhood, her little whispers, urging him on.

"Yes, yes...Oh Ted, yes, yes...."

"Oh yes, angel, yes precious. You like it when Daddy fucks you, baby? You like it?"

She bit her bottom lip and moaned, "Yes, oh fuck me, Daddy."

He watched his cock drilling in and out of her sweetness. "Damn it, oh Lord," he groaned. "Damn, you're so tight, so sweet. You're such a good little girl, putting out for Daddy whenever he wants it. You like to put out, don't you, sweetheart?"

She nodded.

"Fuck," he said, pounding her harder. "I thought so, I thought so, precious."

She studied him fucking her. His body was working hard and she lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts. He was looking down at the fucking - his cock going in and out, in and out. Oh. He loved to fuck and she loved to fuck too. She could tell by the look on his face that he loved to screw his little girl, his sweet little piece of ass that would put out for him, ready herself for his dick, whenever he wanted.

Little Emily was every man's fantasy. He took his eyes away from their sexes for a moment and looked into her eyes. She was looking at him. Their eyes met and they danced with lust and love for one another. He leaned his head down to kiss her and their tongues made love as their bodies did. He gently took his mouth away from hers, savoring her kiss.

"Oh Daddy!" she suddenly squealed. "I'm going to cum soon," she whimpered.

"Fuck, oh me too, sugar. Come on, come on," he said, urging her to push her hips up faster. "Yesss, oh that's a girl, that's a girl. Oh my, you're really showing your stuff to Daddy tonight aren't you, my little princess?"

His cock couldn't take anymore of her sweetness without letting go, and his cock let go. It spewed his cum into her body and her body froze, her lips milking his cock as she was about to cum. Her pussy lips throbbed around his cock and all her sweet juices flowed around his manliness. Their hips started to slow very gradually and their sighs lowered and became softer, the room quieting down. Their hips eventually stopped and he very gently eased his softening cock out of her wetness. She lied there, her fingers letting go of the comforter beneath her from her tight grip.

"Oh Lord," Ted groaned. "Oh my goodness," he chuckled sexily. "My oh my, that was absolutely wonderful, darling." He crawled up next to her naked body and lied on his back beside her.

She turned on her side, entwining her left leg in between his. He could still feel her wetness against his thigh. She giggled, asking him if she really had done a good job. Drowsily he nodded his head, unable to find any words, only able to grin that he had perhaps the sexiest wife on the face of the earth. Their panting decreased and they naturally eased their bodies, molding into one another.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, stroking her soft, angelic hair. With his other arm he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the heart-shaped box of chocolates. Managing with his one free hand, he manipulated the box open from it's ribbon and took one of the cherry-chocolate candies out. He smiled and put it up to her lips. Her lips formed a smiled, but stayed closed.

He laughed, "Come on baby, open up."

She giggled, "I already did." She opened up her sweet, pink, bubblegum lips and allowed her handsome husband to feed her. He slipped it into her mouth and she chewed it happily. He took another one out and brought it to his lips. The young girl grabbed it from him and popped it in her mouth.

"Hey!" he shouted, playfully grasping her neck in his big hands and shaking her head back and forth. She laughed, the dimples showing in her cheeks. Opening up her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and showed him the eaten candy. After a groan of disgust from him, she darted her tongue back into it's cavity and she laughed, swallowing it.

They lied there together, eating the candy, feeding it to one another. It started to rain and it drizzled down the windows. She got up off the bed, showing her nakedness in it's entirety to him as she went walking through the room, lighting the eight candles with a lighter. Two on each of the twin nightstands and two on either side of the television on the dresser. She stood there lighting the last candle. Ted slipped from his place on the bed and approached her. He very gently wrapped his arms around her body, their nakedness pressed up against one another. Emily hugged him back tightly, her chin resting on his shoulder and looking up. Their shadows were dancing on the ceiling by way of the flames. Their shadows gradually started moving faster, after her husband, again, growled his sexually excited growl. 



Ted and Harriet



When anyone met Ted and Harriet the same question always came to mind, "What on earth is a good looking, successful guy doing with a woman like her?" Now don't get me wrong, Harriet is not what most would call ugly, but it's just that she's what most people might call plain, while Ted, well Ted could be a model. He actually did have his image appear in a few ads while he was in college, so it just didn't seem to fit that he would be drawn to Harriet. And it always seemed, wherever they went, they were followed by the interested glances and then the inevitable whispered questions.

It wasn't money, hell Ted was loaded, inheriting considerable sums from both sides of his family in addition to being a partner in several high profile real estate deals. He was the one driving a Lexus while Harriet tooled around in an old Chevy Malibu. It was a complete mystery to their friends and even relatives and yet, the two always seemed too happy and loving when together. Of course as the people really thought about the situation they finally figured it out, or at least they thought they did.

The consensus, among most of the guys that knew them, was that Harriet had to be a complete slut in bed, slaving to his every desire. The women were perhaps a bit more delicate in their theories, but the consensus with them amounted to pretty much the same thing the guys thought. It did perplex the women, because to talk to Harriet and see how she acted and dressed, she was anything but slutty. Frumpy perhaps, but she certainly showed no signs of that type of behavior in public.

Of course, if any of them could take a peek into Ted's and Harriet's bedroom they would quickly learn exactly how wrong they were. What they would see was that Harriet was completely in love with Ted, and enjoyed making love with him. She enjoyed it so much that most afternoons she'd begin to get turned on while he was still driving home, often meeting him at the door with a kiss and then something more.

More than once she'd draw back from the kiss and whisper, "I want you right now, right here." She'd run her hand behind him and grip his ass, kneading it in her hands as she kneeled down and rubbed her face against his cock as it hardened in his pants. Moving her hands to his belt, she would unfasten his pants and within two minutes of him entering the door, she'd have him in her mouth, sucking greedily.

Ted would let her suck him for a while and then he'd reach down, pull her to her feet and quickly undress her, removing her bra and kissing her breasts while he unfastened her pants. As he moved his hand to her pussy, he'd find her already wet, ready for him and so when she sat down and then leaned back on the floor, he would pull off his pants and kneel between her legs and slip easily into her.

As always, Harriet would come, wrapping her legs around Ted, completely satisfied by the way he touched her, kissed her and made love to her. Ted was all she could ever want in a lover and she enjoyed every moment they were together. Of course Ted benefited from Harriet's love and desire for him, but this wasn't what drew him to her.

Ted saw something different in Harriet, something that made their lovemaking something more than anything he could experience with another woman. When Ted crawled into bed with Harriet and nestled his face between her legs, slipping is tongue deep into her pussy, Harriet became Angelina Jolie. When he moved up and she took him in her mouth, Angelina's large lips wrapped around his cock and drove him to ecstasy.

When she opened her legs for him, she became Sharon Stone as in the scene from "Basic Instinct," when she kneeled and he took her doggie style she became Tyra Banks and when he licked her nipples she became Janet Jackson. While she enjoyed being with him, she was every woman to him. With her he could fuck the barely 20 year old check out girl at the local grocer, he could eat the pussy of a Lauren Bacall in her prime, just after she finished fucking Bogart.

When people looked at Ted and Harriet, they continued to wonder how they stayed together. They could see how much Ted pleased Harriet and understood how she could love him so completely. They never could understand how in Ted's arms, Harriet became any and all of the women he fancied and in being that for him, she kept him from ever wanting to leave. 



Ted & Henry & Pamela



The jumbo jet was into its glide path and Ted's ears popped. As the plane came down he felt the bump as the tires scraped the runway. He watched as the scene whizzed by. Orlando! It's been six years since he left his home state. The final decision had been made. He decided not to re-enlist in the Navy. His brief affair with Pete was an unbelievable experience. Aside from the fantastic sex, Ted missed Pete already. They had spent five years on the same ship together. They ate together, got drunk together, fought in a war together. Ironically, the sex part only began after Ted's discharge. Maybe it would have been different if it had started when they first met. But then, neither of them knew that they had those tendencies then. 

The plane came to a stop and Ted reached for his sea bag. He would be glad when he could finally get out of his Navy blues. As the line slowly moved toward the front of the plane, Ted straightened his white hat and moved with them. He wondered which one of the family would be there to meet him. He wasn't surprised to see his older sister, Lillian, waving to him as he emerged from the ramp. Lil was younger version of their mother. At 32 she was still very attractive with long jet-black hair and black eyes. She stood 5 feet, 6 inches tall and just about Ted's height in heels. Lil had a nice body with large pendulous breasts, a thin waist and gorgeous legs.

"Hello you handsome sailor," she smiled, "need a place to stay tonight? They're all at Mom's house waiting to see you. Come on, let's not keep them waiting."

They were standing in the doorway of the old house that Ted grew up in, waving and smiling. There were hugs and kisses and handshakes. They were all so glad to see him. Ted was handed a beer and his mother shoved food at him as they all sat and talked. 

There was Nick, Ted's kid brother, Ma, as she was always called, Reggie, Ted's older uncle, Lillian and her husband Henry. Ted's father had died several years ago.

"I want you to meet my new husband," Lil beamed as she presented a good looking man, about a few inches shorter than Ted. "This is Henry. We got married last year at this time, I wrote you."

Ted put out his hand and was rewarded with a very firm handshake. 

"I've been wanting to meet you Ted," Henry said, shaking Ted's hand vigorously. "Lil has told me everything about you."

Ted was thinking, "Lil doesn't know everything about me."

"Well she described you pretty well Henry. I understand you are a computer programmer," Ted said.

"Yeah, but never mind that, I want to hear everything about your career in the Navy."

There was a football game on the television and the girls went to the kitchen to help ma with the clean up. 

Uncle Reggie said, "come on Nick, we have to deliver the rest of those papers of yours. You can talk to your big brother later." That left Ted and Henry alone.

Henry was very much interested in Ted's naval experience. He asked a lot of questions which Ted was glad to answer. Ted noticed that Henry seemed to be sitting very close to him on the couch. He wondered about that since there was plenty of room to sit. 

At one point, as he was talking, Henry nonchalantly let his arm rest on Ted's shoulder.

"So, those Navy blues still have those thirteen buttons don't they?" Henry asked. 

"Yeah," said Ted, "I doubt if they'll ever replace them with a zipper."

Henry touched the front of Ted's pants. "Must be a pain when you want to get undressed in a hurry."

"Not really," Ted said. "You get used to it."

Ted finally woke up to the fact that Henry was coming on to him. He was shocked, but damn, his cock was waking up too. 

"Ah, what's going on here?" Ted asked.

"I'm sorry," Henry said. "It's the uniform. I drooled as soon as I saw you walking up to the door."

"Wait a minute," Ted said. "You're married to my sister and you are into guys?"

"Well, I'm bisexual you see. I'm not supposed to tell you this but, so is Lillian."

"And you have an arrangement?"

"Well, yes, we met at a gay bar. She was with a husky dike type who was giving her a hard time. When the butch went to the bathroom, I suggested we split the joint and go somewhere we could talk. We talked all night and ended up in bed together. It was wonderful for both of us. We even thought we could stay straight together. We tried it for a year. It was working well, so we decided to get married. That's where it got complicated. All her lesbian friends and all my gay friends were at the reception and it got very drunk there. Lillian and I ended up in bed with a gay guy and one of her lesbian friends. We've been swinging ever since.

"Wow! I haven't been home an hour and I find that my sister and her husband are bisexual and you come on to me," Ted observed.

"I know, and I'm probably in trouble with your sister. I promised not to mess around within the family."

"Well, we sure ain't gonna mess around here," said Ted.

"Let's go over to our house. Lil will be going to work from here. She's a nurse. She'll be working all night," Henry suggested.

Henry and Lillian's home was only a few blocks away. When Henry and Ted entered, Ted threw his white hat on a chair and started to take off his Navy kerchief.

"Oh please," Henry begged, "let me undress you slowly. That uniform drives me crazy."

They went to a bedroom. Henry undressed quickly. Ted admired his solid body. Not a ounce of fat, great abs and a nice big cock that was very hard already. It stood up against Henry's stomach and bounced as he moved. Henry slowly removed Ted's kerchief and pulled his dress blue blouse over his head. Ted's t-shirt came next and then Henry lowered himself to his knees in front of Ted. He began, very slowly, to unbutton the front of Ted's blue trousers. As the buttons were released Ted's boxers began to appear. His hard cock was aching for release. Henry ran his hands over the front of Ted's body and then let his hands slide around to cup his tight buns through the Navy blues. Ted leaned forward, pressing his hardness against Henry's face. 

"You have a fabulous body," Henry said as he caressed Ted's legs. 

He unhooked the remainder of Ted's buttons and slid his trousers down to the floor, along with his boxer shorts. Ted quickly stepped out of his shoes and sox. They were now naked together, their hard cocks pressing against each other.

Henry took Ted's head in both his hands and brought their lips together. They kissed hard, tongues working in each other's mouth. They made it to the bed. Ted took Henry's pulsing cock in his hand, sliding the soft skin back and forth. He reached and cupped Henry's balls, hefting them lightly.

"Let me do you first, please," Henry said as he moved to the center of the bed. Ted lay back as Henry bent his head over Ted's prick. As Ted watched, his brother took his hot cock deep into his throat. Ted ran his hands through Henry's hair as he felt the warmth of his mouth around his cock. Henry then began licking all around and up and down Ted's hard cock. He took Ted's tight balls in his mouth, one by one and sucked gently, covering them with his saliva. His tongue resumed its journey upward to the head of Ted's prick. He engulfed the head in his mouth and began sucking on it like a lollypop. Ted's pelvis was heaving up and down, trying to get Henry's hot mouth back down onto his cock. He put his hand on the back of Henry's head and pulled his toward his crotch, forcing his cock deep into Henry's mouth. Henry continued to accept the big cock, letting it enter his throat as far as it would go. 

"Man, you're good Henry," moaned Ted.

Henry made it last, easing off occasionally. He released Ted's cock from his mouth and blew on it, making Ted shiver. He sucked on Ted's hard meat for almost a half hour before Ted finally said, "I can't hold back any more Henry. I'm gonna blow!"

Henry mumbled, "Let it go Ted. Give me a big load. I can't wait to swallow your cum."

Ted felt his sperm as it was drawn from his ball sack and surged through the shaft of his cock. It erupted forcefully into Henry's mouth and hit the top of his pallet with a splash. His load of ropey cum continued to shoot into Henry's eager mouth and slid down his throat as he gulped every surge. When Ted was finally finished, Henry looked up at him and smiled while cum dripped from his mouth. Ted bent down and kissed him, sharing the salty sperm. Then, Ted lay on his back, well satisfied.

Without saying a word, Henry lifted Ted's legs until his knees were alongside his ears, exposing Ted's, now limp, cock shiny with Henry's spittle. Ted's puckered little asshole was a lovely target for Henry's mouth. Ted let out a loud moan as Henry began to ream his tight little bung hole with his tongue. Henry inserted his tongue into Ted's ass and licked him thoroughly. When he was sure Ted was wet enough, Henry climbed up onto Ted's body and introduced the head of his prick to the small hole. 

"Go easy Henry," Ted pleaded. "I'm virgin there."

"Really? Then this will be better than I thought."

He reached to the night table and grabbed a tube of K-Y jelly. Henry lubricated Ted's little ass hole and put some on the head of his own cock. Then, very gently, he began to push into Ted's ass. He got about three inches in when Ted stopped him.

"It hurts too much," Ted complained. "You'll have to take it out. You're too big for me."

Henry stopped moving and said, "Just relax for a minute. The pain will go away when you relax. It will feel good in a minute, you'll see."

After a few minutes Henry asked, "How is it now? Still hurting?"

"No, I'm OK. You can push a little more into me."

Henry began a back and forth motion before letting another inch slide in. "Still OK Ted?"

"It's staring to feel good. The pain is gone. Give me all of it."

Henry then pushed slowly until Ted could feel his pubic hair against his balls.

"Wow!" Ted exclaimed. "I took it all. Oh, it's beginning to feel really good. Keep fucking me Henry. I love it."

Sliding in and out of Ted's ass, Henry was trying to make it last. He took hole of Ted's cock. It was hard again. He began pumping it while he rammed his own cock into Ted.

Footsteps! Someone was coming down the hall toward the bedroom. They both looked at the closed door. There was no time to do anything. The door opened. 

"Lillian," Henry said. "What are you doing home. I thought you were working."

Henry's wife stood in the doorway, dumfounded. Her eyes were wide and her mouth stood open as she stared at the two of them. Her husband and her brother!

There was no point in stopping now. Henry was cumming. He screamed loudly as he erupted into Ted' ass. His cock shot stream after stream of hot cum juice into his brother's asshole. 

Cum was running out of Ted's hole. It covered Henry's balls and dropped onto the bed. Lil continued to stand there. She had gotten over her surprise, but she became angry.

"I went to work and I wasn't on the schedule. I told you Henry," she shouted, "Not with the family! We agreed to that."

As Henry eased his softening prick from Ted's asshole, he said, "I'm sorry honey. It was the uniform. I just couldn't resist it. I had to try to seduce him. 

Ted spoke up as he moved out from under Henry. "I didn't need to be seduced sis. He turned me on too. 

"I had no idea my brother was gay," Lil said. "What about all those women you dated before you went to sea?"

"I still like to fuck women," Ted said. "I'm bisexual. I didn't find that out until I was discharged in San Francisco."

They were both sitting on the edge of the bed, Henry with his limo, wet cock and Ted, still with a hard on. 

"Henry told me about your swinging both ways too. Hey sis, I'm obvious OK with it." He was now holding his stiff cock in his hand.

"I will admit, watching you guys got me hot and wet. You have a nice package there brother," Lil said.



Ted and Ned



Depending on your up bringing, you believe things happen based on preordination, a higher power, God, making all the decisions for you. Others believe that people have free will and choose to let things happen. Another group believe life events are chains of unrelated events that link together randomly with no pattern. The latter are whom I call the 'shit happens' group. Events in my life place me squarely in the shit happens group.

My name is not Ted although most everyone calls me Ted. Ted, or TED, are my initials, my name is Thomas Edward Davidson. How or when I became Ted, I do not know. I do know that people only use my name when one or another shit happens event has a less than positive outcome. I do not take risks or intend negative results, however, sometimes I do not think things through thoroughly. Such is my current dilemma.

I am 19 attending a local college and I have not declared a major because I cannot see a career path right now. The first year or two, I plan to get all the required subjects out of the way. The college provides a career aptitude exam that I plan taking next year. 

I will not bore you with a physical description, I am not a muscled up jock, I am not a beanpole geek, I am just a normal guy of 19. I live at home with my parents and my 18-year-old sister who is only eight months younger. Stop doing the math she is adopted.

Her name is Nicole Swanson. She came to our house as a homeless girl of ten, homeless and orphaned. She was one of many foster children my parents took in to give temporary homes. Nicole was different; she was a perfect fit for a daughter and a sister. As a family affair, we adopted her. My parents did not change her name to Davidson; they decided to let her make that choice later in life.

Mom and dad stopped taking in fosters after adopting Nicole, I was never sure why that was. Now, years later, I deduce it was because two young teens going through their changes at the same time put a strain on them.

From the first day Nicole came into the house, I felt an attachment to her. The first night we went to bed, I hugged her and kissed her goodnight, a ritual we still practice eight years later. In recent months, since Nicole turned 18, the nightly hug and kiss has become more meaningful.

Nicole and I developed a love and trust bond early. We confide in each other more than any other. We talk about school events, activities, girls or guys we date. We talk about our likes and dislikes. A couple weeks ago, she asked if she should legally take the Davidson last name. 

"It is a silly reason, really. Everyone calls you Ted. If I change my name, I could be NED, Nicole Elizabeth Davidson." Nicole's eyes had a gleam in them after relating we would be Ted and Ned. 

"I don't think Ned fits you, you are much too pretty to have a guy nick name." That line caused a redoubling of the gleam in her eyes.

Nicole jumped up, encircled me in her arms, "Ted, am I really pretty to you?" Her hug had a different feel suddenly.

"Nicole," I began, "you were pretty the day you walked into house eight years ago. You are lovely today, pretty face, eyes hotter than laser beams, and forgive me for noticing, you grew into a beautiful woman." 

"A beautiful woman, you think I am beautiful?"

"I can give a litany of reasons why I think you're beautiful, and most are not guy reasons. We trust each other, we are honest with each other, we confide the most personal things to each other, we sense the others feelings and moods. That kind of relationship is simply beautiful. Therefore, Nicole you are beautiful." Nicole gave me sweet kiss on my lips and bound off.

Saturday morning, Nicole and I were watching some stupid kids TV having coffee and bagels. What a sophisticated pair we made - coffee and bagels watching Sponge Bob Square Pants. "Nicole, I want to take you out tonight. How about a nice dinner and a movie."

"I'll have to get permission from my mom and dad, they may not approve." Nicole got up finding mom and dad in the kitchen. She made a point to talk loudly enough for me to hear. "Mom and dad, a guy asked me out to dinner and a movie, can I go?"

Dad took the bait, "You know we do not approve of you going out if we have not met the boy." Mom agreed.

"Ted, mom and dad say I can't go out with you." Nicole laughed at herself as much as mom and dad.

"Nicole, why are you playing us like this, you're eighteen, start acting like it." I heard the humor in mom's voice.

"Ted, they changed their minds."

Dad called out for me to come to the kitchen. "Ted, why the interest to take Nicole on a date?"

"Date? Dad, its not a date, I just want to give Nicole a night out, a nice dinner and a movie. There's no mystery here, we go out together a lot."

Nicole put on a pouting face, "First you ask me for a date, and now you tell me it's not a date. What kind of guy are you."

"Do we have to give you a curfew," dad asked. Mom said that we should be home by 2:00 at the latest since we are adults. "That will give you time for dinner and a late show." Nicole and I left the kitchen for more mindless Sponge Bob overhearing mom tell dad they need to talk about us.

"Ted, what do you think they want to talk about? You don't think they have ideas?" I love when Nicole gets into a questioning, second guessing mood. She lets her mind wonder to play possibilities and probabilities.

"Let them think whatever they want. All that is important is my, shall I say the word desire, desire to give you a fun night out." How will Nicole respond hearing I have desire, now I am playing her second-guessing.

"A few days ago, you said I am pretty and you said beautiful. Now, you tell me you desire me. Am I safe with you?" Obviously, Nicole held on to each word I say or said. "You don't plan taking advantage of a young virgin do you?" Her demeanor changed as she said young virgin. Did she intend to say that, more wondering.

Sitting on the floor together, leaning back on couch cushions, "Take my hand Nicole." She wove her fingers through my fingers. "I have many desires and one is keeping you safe and secure forever." Our hands squeezed tightly.

We looked into one another's eyes, Nicole looked into my being and scared me not sure what she sensed, felt, or saw. I know I felt love and felt being in love. Nicole's eyes gleamed brightly, color danced in them, her deepest inner beauty radiated from her heart and soul. Are we in love, I questioned myself. Is asking that question confirmation that I am in love with Nicole?

Suddenly, a little girl voice asked, "How long is forever?" We laughed and the spell broke. 

"Forever until Sponge Bob is over." The pain came immediately as a sharp fingernail dug into the palm of my hand. 

Later, toward noon, I told Nicole about dinner reservations at The Running Stag. It has a reputation for good food, atmosphere, and live music. It is not a four star restaurant; however, people dress nicely, no jeans and t-shirts. "Ted," she screamed. "You should have told me earlier. I have to go shopping." I heard her saying something else as the door closed.

Mom came running hearing the commotion. "What was that," she demanded.

"I just told Nicole about dinner plans for The Running Stag. She screamed about needing to go shopping and took off."

"Of course she screamed," mom laughed, "she wants to look perfect for her man." I remember reading in history class about a bomb used in Vietnam. They called it a daisy cutter, 2000 pounds of explosives designed for air burst. Mom's latest comment exploded just like that.

"Her man? What is that supposed to mean?" Shock in my voice was clear hearing mom state to me I am Nicole's man.

"Tomorrow will be a good day for all four of us to have a frank discussion," with a wink, mom walked away.

Nicole burst into the house, "Ted, look what I bought to wear tonight." Her excitement made me think of mom's words, her man. "Isn't this dress just perfect!"

Holding a pale blue cotton dress up for my inspection, I looked saying, "Pretty dress on the hanger, I can't wait to see it on the pretty lady."

"Not until I'm ready. When will we leave? I have to be perfect for my man," she gushed.

A second detonation of a daisy cutter came, "Nicole, everyone seems to know what we have never talked about. Is tonight the night you and I come to grips with being in love?"

"Is that an admission, Thomas Edward Davidson?" Nicole's voice came out muted, soft, barely a whisper.

I inhaled long and deeply, exhaled slowly and completely. "I am in love with Nicole Elizabeth Swanson."

"Then the answer is, tonight we come to grips with being in love with each other."

"Dinner reservation is for 7:00, we need to leave by 6:15. Nicole, mom knows."

Nicole gave no acknowledgement to, mom knows. "Give me a last brother and adopted sister hug and kiss. Tonight the world changes for us." We locked in a last hug as brother, adopted sister, and broke with a sweet peck on the lips. "Now I have to get ready, I need the big bathroom. Get your stuff and use the little bathroom."

Smiling, I said, "Already taking over my life."

The rest of the story is not important and I will fast forward to the conclusion. Another four years passed, I am 23 and Nicole is 22. I finished college and got a good entry-level job in my career field. I still live at home but not for much longer. Nicole is almost finished with college and at the end of the spring semester, she graduates and will move from the only real home she ever had. 

She did decide to change her name to Davidson and officially did the week after graduation when she became Mrs. Nicole Davidson.

I have to revise my thinking a little. I still believe shit happens, although I now believe there may be something to the preordination and free choice concepts. Tomorrow I will awake to my first good morning hug and kiss from NED.



Ted: Breaking In The New Teacher



[This is a work of fiction. The story is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies and perhaps some female fantasies as well. As such, the story may or may not totally conform to reality. With some occasional historical exceptions, all other locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

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The bell rang, signaling the end of my second hour class and the passing time before the start of third hou; my preparation period. I'd been teaching high school English for seven years, all of them in this small high school of some four hundred plus students.

Lunch was still an hour and twenty minutes away, but, as the bell rang again to signal the start of third period and the end of my between classes hall monitoring, I thought I might as well walk down to the teacher's workroom/lounge and get a snack from the candy machine. I've got a serious case of the Ronson family sweet tooth syndrome.

As I came abreast of Trudy Trueheart, the Spanish teacher, she nodded and said, "Hi, Ted, how's it going today?"

"Hi, Trudy, quite well, thanks. What about you?"

"Also great," she replied as she kept walking, holding up a large group of papers. "Gotta get started grading these. See ya."

Really great body she has there, but she keeps those legs together tighter than two drumheads in the desert. That was the thought that went through my head as I continued on around the hall corner towards the work room.

Ruth Ransom, the girls phys ed teacher stepped out of her office, nearly colliding with me. "Hey ya, big boy, watch it," she smilingly chided, "I might have bounced you off my 38s and into the other wall, ha-ha-ha."

"Promises, promises," I shot back.

"I'll try harder next time," she said as she started off down the hall in the opposite direction, "gotta parent conference in five. See ya."

I sure would like to bounce off those 38s, multiple times!

Ruth was, to say the least, one stacked lady as in "like a brick shit house." That was especially true in light of her otherwise petite frame and tightly packed little ass. Her face, like that of Helen of Troy, could lead a thousand ships astray. Although I was single, Ruth was not. 

Oh well, a guy can always fantasize.

Yeah, I'm still single. I graduated from the university with my B.A. seven years ago. Going to summer school only after that so I could keep teaching, I barely finished my M.A. in English just before the current school term began. At least it was in time to get the salary increase for the new degree level.

I dated lots of girls during my undergraduate years, but I just never latched onto one permanently. It's not that I'm ugly or anything. I'm six foot six, two-hundred-forty pounds in the shower, and still retain my six-pack abs from my daily workouts. Sometimes, people ask me how I get such broad shoulders through doorways. I've also been told by some that I have a rugged, chiseled face. Personality? Well, no one's complained so far.

I've had a couple of serious affairs over the last seven years. The first was with a young personal trainer at the gym where I started working out. Some extra curricular gym hours got that affair started. After a year, she moved off to a better position in another city two states away.

The second affair began with me dating one of the cute new teachers here at Randolph High my third year on staff. That one lasted two years until she accepted a position and a big increase in salary in a school on the left coast. A bit far from the heart of the Illinois corn belt for an affair to continue.

None of the women I have dated since Miss Newby held more than a passing interest for me. I fucked about half of them in essentially one night stands. The rest of them kept their legs crossed, like Trudy. I've had a six-month dry spell and I really would like to give my right hand a rest.

As I was about to cross the "T" intersection of the main hall with a little stub hallway going off to the left, I heard a muted thump. I knew that there were two small conference rooms across from each other down that short, dead end hall and I wondered what the noise was or if someone got hurt. I turned on my heel and headed down that way.

I reached a point between the two doorways, stopped, and listened. I heard a muted buzz of mumbled conversation from the room on the left. Ruth's parent conference, I suppose. I stepped over closer to the other door on the right. I heard more muted, but softer sounds, whimpers really, and some moans.

What the hell?

I put my ear to the door in question and listened to still more sounds that were now unquestionably sexual in nature.

Who in the hell, was my thought this time.

Hesitantly, I put my hand on the door knob and gently tried it. The damned thing started to turn.

Damned fools, they should've locked the door, not to mention kept more quiet.

Really curious by that point, I quietly eased the door open and stepped in, gasping silently as I did.

My eyes bugged out and my mouth drooled as I beheld the sight before me. Stretched out on her back on the three by eight foot utility table, lay Sharon, the new, twenty-one year old, freshman English and literature teacher. She was fresh out of college and doing her first year of teaching under contract.

Her blouse lay open and winged at her sides, her bra lay up around her neck, exposing her more than ample tits, and her skirt and half slip were bunched at her waist. Her panties, what there was of them, hung loosely from her left ankle. Her long, toned legs were spread wide, dangling off either side of the table.

And between those gorgeous legs, plowing her furrow as hard as he could, with his pants and boxers around his ankles, was F.J. Tacky, the middle aged chemistry teacher. They were so engrossed in their fucking that either they didn't know I was there or they simply didn't care and ignored me.

I'd barely comprehended the scene when F.J arched his back sharply and lunged into Sharon's pussy as deeply as he could reach. Balls deep, he dumped his load of cum with a supressed howl. Sharon followed a moment or two later with an exploding orgasm, leaking their combined sex juices all around his spurting cock. She had a hanky stuffed in her mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans she was producing.

"Damn!" hissed F.J. between his teeth. "Best damn pussy I've had in five years."

He withdrew his cock and Sharon just lay there, her pussy still yawning wide open in a large 'O', drooling cum and she quaking with her sexual release. She was gasping for breath.

"You two really should lock the door and keep a hell of a lot more quiet than you were doing," I said in a low voice. "There is a parent conference going on across the hall, you damn fools."

Startled, they both looked over at me. Both faces flushed with more than just their exertions.

"Oh!" Sharon managed to get out between gasps for breath.

Fuck!" was F.J.'s contribution to the conversation.

"You just did." I replied.

F.J. still stood over her pussy. semi-hard and still dribbling their combined cum down onto Sharon's shaved mound. I didn't know old F.J. had that kind of staying power. He grabbed Sharon's two hands and pulled her up to a sitting position in front of him, her generous mounds swinging into full presentation as if for full inspection. 

She gathered herself up onto her knees as he commanded her, "Suck me off and clean it up, we gotta get dressed."

Sharon unabashedly complied, and I stared in fascination at her chest. There was no pendulous swing down as she bent over to comply. Her boobs were too tight and perky What immediately flashed though my mind at that point was, Damn, but that is one hell of a rack she has. They must be 38s at least. I sure would like to get MY hands on them and MY cock in the valley. That pussy looks so pretty damned delicious that I could eat it 'til kingdom come, not to mention fuck it that long.

F.J. brought me back to the reality of the moment with, "Damn it Ted, I hope I can trust you to keep quiet about this. My wife would kill me if she found out."

"Well, F.J.," I replied, "your reputation as a philanderer isn't the best kept secret in the world, as your wife likely knows that, but no, I won't say anything about this little incident. I wasn't here and I never saw a thing."

"Your eyes and that bulge in your pants belie your word,be Mr..Ronson," grinned Sharon with a bit of a leer.

Thinking quickly, I added, "Especially if I can have a turn or two with this little piece of ass." 

By then, the raging boner that was tenting out my pants was even more obvious.

"My how you talk about me, Mr. Ronson, like I was just a pound of flesh." 

"Well?" I retorted.

"Don't I have a say in this?"

"By all means, Sharon, what did you want to say?"

"Excuse me," interrupted F.J., "but I've to get some work done before my next class.

He stooped down to the floor and pulled up his clothes. "You work it out with her." Checking himself over once, he quietly slipped out the door. I relocked it.

"You're correct in one thing, at least." Sharon continued, "I do so enjoy sex, lots of sex. And I would be more than glad to fuck your brains out, Mr. Ronson. But, simply because I like to fuck, doesn't make me just a piece of meat, buster. Then again," she giggled, "maybe it does at that."

Sharon was still on the table, sitting on her pretty ass with her clothing just as disarrayed as when I first stepped into the room. Her big tits sticking proudly forward at me, led by long, stiff nipples surrounded by larger than half-dollar sized aureola.

"Well, come and get it, Mr. Ronson, we don't have all day you know. Show me some goods so I can decide how to pleasure you."

I didn't hesitate. I didn't even check the time on my watch. I just dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles and freed my stiff and standing fuck tool to bob and pulse in front of me and her face.

"My, my, but you are a really big boy indeed, aren't you Mr. Ronson. Yes, I think I'd love to take you on. This will have to be a quick one though, the period is about to run out and I have a class right away. Let's go baby, mouth or pussy?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. I shuffled up between her legs as she laid back down on her back and I said, "Pussy, but I want a taste first." 

My mouth dropped to her soaked snatch and I licked and sucked up all their combined cum I could find. That got Sharon's hips pumping in the ages old manner of eros.

"Damn, don't tease me, fuck me. We don't have time to play this time."

"Jesus, Sharon, shut your mouth before someone hears us," I growled out between my teeth that were latched onto her clit.

So, mindful of the pending bell, I raised my big head and got my little head on the target. She was still wet inside, so my cock slid in to the hilt in one swift and just short of vicious, thrust. My hands grabbed for her tits and squeezed hard.

That elicited a big, "Umph" from her and we went to work. There was sufficient fluid still in the depths of her puss that lubrication was not a problem after that first hard thrust of my dry dick. I squeezed down some more on her tits and nipples and really fucked that girl.

Neither of us lasted long, me especially after the long build up to finally fucking her. We climaxed one, two with me getting off first. With my cock pumping shot after shot into her depths, we just stared at each other. Understanding flashed between us--we were going to do this again and often, with much more time on hand when we did at that moment.

I backed out slowly until with a squelch, my cock popped out of her pussy. We were still staring into each other's eyes with complete understanding. I finally broke the spell.

"We've just minutes remaining. We have to get cleaned up and get out of here. We've been very, very lucky so far that no one else has tried to get in here"

"Right, Mr. Ronson."

"I really think you can call me Ted now, Sharon."

"Ok, Mr... uh, Ted."

We slid into a sixty-nine and quickly licked each other as clean as we could.

"I hope the odor of our exertions wears off quickly," I said, "or we're going to raise eyebrows."

We climbed off the table and had both just buttoned the last button, so to speak, as the bell rang. "If anybody sees us leave and asks about what was going on, our story is that F.J. and I were mentoring a new teacher who had some questions."

"Roger," she said as she opened the door and led us out into the stub hall.

Just before turning in the opposite direction from me at the main hall intersection, Sharon said to me, "Ted, tomorrow's Friday. I really would like for you to come over to my place after school. I want much more of that one-eyed monster of yours you know so well how to use and, I want a lot more time to play with it. You can plan on staying all weekend. Don't bring any changes of clothing, you won't be wearing any for the weekend."

Now how can a guy turn down an offer like that? Of course I said, "It's a date!"

******

Friday finally arrived. The last home game of the football season started at eight and I had to sell tickets. Damn. I was scheduled to sell with old F.J. That should be interesting. I got to the field at the scheduled time. When I entered the ticket booth, I got a surprise. There, smiling seductively, was Sharon instead of F.J.

"I checked the ticket selling schedule and offered to take F.J.'s place. You don't mind, do you, Ted?"

"I mind it about as much as a black bear that's just found a big cache of honeybee comb in a hollow tree."

"Oh, you do have a way with words, Ted."

The next hour and a half or so got very, very interesting indeed. We were in a four sided box with a glass front that only showed us from about belly button height up. We sat on high stools or stood, depending on how much our backs hurt.

After the initial rush that lasted for some time, business dropped off until people dribbled in slowly. We had numerous opportunities to play grab ass or whatnot under the level of the counter. Sharon's hand kept drifting to my cock so much that she had it hard the whole damn time.

But turn about is fair play. My hand was between her legs as well. She wore slacks but was quite obviously sans panties. With my hand inside her waist band, I had her dripping wet very quickly. An obvious wet spot in the "V" of her pants kept getting larger until it dribbled out onto the stool on which her fanny was parked. Talk about getting horny! Cum was going to fly really quick once we finally got to her place.

Sharon's face flushed in orgasm at least twice during the evening. Just before quitting time, I finally unloaded a wad of cum in my pants. Damn. Oh well, that took the edge off for both of us and we'd last a while for the next round.

Sometime during the second quarter, old F.J. wandered by the ticket booth and stopped to chat.

"What's been going on in there, Teddy boy? Sharon's got that look of a fresh diddled pussy and you look like the cat that swallowed the canary."

"Really, F.J., nothing's going on"

"Yeah, and I just fucked Madonna, too. Tell me another one, buddy boy."

"I would, but you'd not believe that one either."

"Har, har, Ted. Well, I've got to go. Want to see the rest of this quarter. Have fun, you two."

"Don't worry, we will," added Sharon.

The third quarter was well under way when the principal wandered by and said we could close up and brings the money to the office. After counting the take and checking out, we headed for the faculty parking lot.

"I live close by, Sharon, so I walked."

"Well I live quite a bit further away, so we'll go in my car."

"Fine, but you drive since you know where you're going."

Sharon had rented a small, neat little bungalow. It had four rooms down and a loft up. The kitchen, bedroom, and den/bedroom were smallish while the living room was moderate in size. Once inside, Sharon shut and locked the door. She turned into me in a really tight embrace that mashed her more than generous boobs into my chest and she ground her mons into my tall hardon.

"Ooh, I've really wanted some more of that since last Tuesday in the conference room."

She rubbed her pussy up and down my shaft really hard, grinding roughly. Jeeze, did my dick ever like that. Meanwhile, we lip locked, hard. Our mouths opened. Tongues darted and entwined. Lust fueled our fires to a raging inferno.

Sharon had already dropped her coat, as had I, as she turned into me from the door. We broke our clinch and I grabbed her blouse. Wrenching it apart as buttons flew every direction, I ripped it off her body. I was just as rough on her bra, tearing it open and ripping it off as she yanked on my shirt. It came off with another scattering of buttons.

I yanked her slacks down as she ripped my tee to shreds getting it off me. Sharon now stood before me, bare ass naked. She yanked my belt open and my zipper down. I toed my shoes off as she dropped my pants and boxers to my ankles.

Sharon pushed me down onto an armless chair as she dropped to her knees to yank off my socks. Then she just bent forward and dropped her mouth onto my very rigid dick. My God, she sure had a velvet mouth and tongue. And it was nice and warm. and wet in there as she worked her tongue on my glans. Fuck, that felt good.

Except for the short session last Tuesday at school, it'd been a fairly long dry spell without sex for me. I was more than eager to pound Sharon's pussy all weekend. But first I had to let her finish using my dick as a popsicle.

I pulled Sharon off my cock saying, "Stop, Sharon, I'm about to shoot my wad and I don't want to do that yet. I want to shoot off in your snatch. Lay down."

She lay on the floor at my feet and I got between her legs. My mouth dropped to her clean shaven mons and pussy. Myy tongue immediately went to work. I licked and sucked all over her mons and labia and the creases between her legs and mons. I temporarily avoided her center slit and clit.

But, at length, I did bury my tongue in her central crevice and lapped up the moisture I found there. Without warning, I latched my lips onto her clit and snapped it. I licked it. I gently bit it with my teeth and snapped it again.

Sharon reacted with an explosive orgasm.

I moved up to her thirty-eights.

Thirty-eights they may have been, but they were only twenty year old thirty-eights. And they were high, tight, and proud. She wouldn't be able to hold a pencil under either one of them. There simply was no sag whatsoever. God, they were magnificent. My tongue and mouth tried to do them justice.

"If you don't fuck me pretty soon, Ted, I'll die."

"Your wish is my command, Ma'am."

I backed myself down into the saddle and aimed my missile at the desired target. Her pussy lips were puffy, swollen with the hot blood of passion. She was dripping with her readiness to be fucked. My glans sank slowly into her cleft to slowly slide into the gate of heaven. Ever so slowly, my shaft teasingly inched in behind it as I thrust forward.

"Fuck!" was all she said.

Pubic bone met pubic bone and a long pause ensued. And then it was off to the races as I pumped madly into the rush for the climax to end all climaxes. Shit, what a ride.

We fucked and sucked into the wee hours of he night before we finally got up and collapsed on the bed in the other room and fell into a sex drugged sleep. It was near noon on Saturday morning when we were awakened by a loud rapping on the open bedroom door.

"What the fuck?"

We weren't exactly dressed for visitors. The room was cozily warm, so both Sharon and I were very naked on the sheet with the covers bunched at the foot of the bed. Sharon was rubbing here eyes and I was sporting my wake up woody.




Ted: Breaking In The New Teacher



"Are we having fun yet?" Asked the blurry apparition in the doorway in a definitely feminine voice.

This time it was, "Who the fuck?" that came out of my mouth.

My eyes suddenly cleared.

"Trudy? My God, Trudy, the Iron Maiden?"

I couldn't help myself, it just came out. I bit my tongue too late.

"What you see isn't always what you get, Ted."

Trudy made no effort to move. She just stood there, staring at us.

Neither Sharon nor I tried to cover up. We just lay there, letting it all hang out, so to speak.

"You have us at a disadvantage, Trudy."

"Don't I though!"

Sharon lay beside me at my back and was trying to choke back the giggles.

"Oh, But I can remedy that easily enough."

And she did. She opened her knee length coat and let it fall to the floor. Trudy stood there fully revealed in all her naked, her bare assed naked, glory. She was every bit as gorgeous in her petite body as Sharon was in her voluptuous one.

I audibly gasped and nearly choked. "Trudy?"

"I just told you that what you see isn't always what you get. Yes, the Iron Maiden--in public. But in private? I'm very choosy and very discreet, but I'm a horny bitch in heat that likes sex-- and lots of it."

"I just can't believe it," I croaked out.

"Believe it, Ted. What you see before you certainly isn't a mirage. I see Sharon didn't stretch the truth when she told me what you're packing between your legs. I decided I wanted to play too. Make room, I'm coming aboard."

Trudy climbed in bed on the opposite side of me from Sharon. Her left hand grabbed my semi-hard cock and pumped it into full rigidity in seconds.

"How d, did yo..."

"How did Sharon and I get together for a chat?"

"Yes."

"Well, from the main hall corner, I saw you enter the conference room rather cautiously, almost sneakily last Tuesday."

"Oh, Oh."

"Uh huh, and I followed my instincts. I listened at the door. I retreated to the corridor and saw F.J. come out of the room, still fiddling with his pants."

"Ah."

"Then Sharon came out, with an unmistakable glow and smirk. Then you came out, Ted, red faced and embarrassed. It didn't take a genius to figure out what'd just gone down in the conference room. Some conference!"

"Then what did you do, Trudy? And, by the way, you can squeeze harder. My cock likes very much what you're doing to it."

Trudy complied and squeezed down harder on my flesh pole.

"Then I went to Sharon's classroom after school Tuesday and had a little, uh, discussion with her."

"And this little visit is a result of that discussion, I presume?"

"You got it stud."

"Some Iron Maiden, you are Trudy." I said, "I've never known you to date or have a boyfriend."

"Too much baggage. I prefer to pick and choose in quiet privacy such as right now."

I reached over and planted my mouth on her petite left boob. It was barely a handful, so I got the nipple, aureola, and a fair amount of tit in my mouth. She moaned her pleasure, ending further articulate conversation.

Boy, were her tits ever nice. Soft, yet firm. Perfectly upright in their youth. Her nipples hard and pointed in erection. I nuzzled the broad valley between and then took the other tit in my mouth. More moans were my reward.

When I dropped my mouth to her bare "v" at the apex of her thighs, Sharon took over Trudy's boobs. Trudy writhed and squirmed in pleasure and lust. Trudy's pussy became wet with her sexy pussy fluid. Ambrosia for the Gods, and then some!

My cock was as hard as a concrete rod by then. I moved up and wet my helmet in Trudy's moisture. It mixed with my precum as I moved my pleasure stick up and down her central crevice. At the top of that slippery slide, I rubbed my helmet around her clit. She flinched so hard, she nearly kneed me in the balls. I put Trudy's legs on my shoulders and moved my helmet down her slit to her rosette where I gently probed. She flinched again in pleasure.

Trudy's pussy gapped open as I slowly moved my helmet back up. My cock found the inviting cavern entrance and dived in, helmet deep where it paused.

"God, Ted, all the way, damn it. Shove it all the way in, quick."

I gave her another inch and stopped again.

"Shit, stop teasing and fuck me!"

I gave her only another inch.

Trudy just moaned then and bucked her pussy further onto my cock. Holy fuck, that pussy was as tight as a virgin. But Virgin she was certainly not as I discovered when my knob first entered her gate of heaven. I pushed ole John Peter on in until my balls were slapping her ass. Trudy met me, thrust for thrust, as Sharon worker her clit just above my pumping cock. Sharon would occasionally let a fingernail rake my cock as it moved in and out of Trudy's pussy. Then Sharon got behind us to lick my balls and work some fingers into Trudy's sphincter.

That sent both Trudy and I over the edge into a power orgasm, flooding the two of us with our mixed sex fluids as I arched my back sharply and drove into her cunt as deeply as I could. I shot off my load in squirt after squirt of warm cock cream. Trudy emitted one banshee scream of pleasure, followed by a series of panting groans that came sort of, "Oh, oh, oh, oh.

I just muttered, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, over and over.

All I can say is, the night went on, and on, and.... Not only that, but all day Saturday was a long, long day. But what a fucking day, pun intended. We all three stayed naked the whole time, fucking, sucking, stroking, and then sleeping or eating just enough to keep us fucking some more. What a fucking orgy of tits, ass, hands, pussy, and cock. I think we all three were so sore, Sunday would indeed be a day of rest.

"By the way," announced Trudy about mid afternoon, "Ruth Ransom will be over about seven for an overnighter."

Another bomb.

"What the hell?" I exclaimed.

"Your kidding," was Sharon's comment.

"Just how did that sexy and married woman get involved and invited?" I asked.

"Ruth came to Sharon's room Tuesday after school too. She got there after I did, so she politely waited outside the door for me to finish. She overhead our whole conversation about you, F.J., and the conference room. She waited for me to come out and then walked with me to my room with a smirking, lustful grin on her face."

"And, her price of sealed lips was to join the party?" I asked?

"You got it again, stud."

"But what about her husband," asked Sharon.

"It appears dear old Bob, and he is ten years older than Ruth, has simply lost interest in sex. He hasn't been taking care of her for quite some time and she is horny as three buck deer in rut."

"No wonder her flirting with me at school has gotten more serious," I mused.

My God, now I'd have three women to satisfy! I didn't know if I was up to the task, but I sure as hell was going to give it one hell of a good try.

******

Ruth knocked on the door promptly at seven. Sharon went to the door, still buck naked. All of us were still naked.

"Oh my, you must've been having quite some party here, Sharon."

"You might say that, Ruth. Come on in and join us."

Ruth stepped in as Sharon closed and locked the door. As she entered the living room from the entry way, she saw Trudy and me in a naked clinch, kissing passionately.

"Oh indeed you are still having quite a party. I like what I see. It looks to me as if Ted's cock is all you two've said it was. If you don't mind, I think it's about my turn right now."

Ruth was wearing a once piece summer dress. Back lighting showed off quite a nice figure underneath. She slowly pulled it over her head to reveal the dress was the only thing she was wearing other than her shoes. God, what a lovely body stood before us.

Wasting no time, Ruth moved in on Trudy and I. Trudy grudgingly relinquished her hold on me and allowed Ruth to walk up against me. Trudy walked over to clinch with Sharon as Ruth ground her mons into my ever rigid fuck stick and dueled tongues with me. Her fairly generous rack squashed into my chest.

Oh,God in heaven. Three lovely ladies for me to wallow or whatever with. Could it get any better than that?

When we broke for air, Ruth grabbed hold of my dingus with both hands. She stroked it in a twisting "S" fashion for a bit and then dropped one hand to play with my balls. The other remained, stroking my throbbing shaft. My hands had gone to her more than generous tits for some stroking of their own.

I glanced to my left and saw the Sharon and Trudy in a sixty-nine with each tonguing the other's pussy. It was a gorgeous sight to behold. But Ruth reclaimed my attention with a vengeance as she dropped to her knees and swallowed a chunk of my erection. God, did she ever.

She sucked on my knobby head while one hand stroked my shaft in an "S" pattern. Her tongue licked around my helmet and occasionally probed the cyclopean eye. When she did a tattoo with the tip of her tongue, I nearly exploded. When a finger of her other hand found my anus and plunged roughly in, I did explode into her mouth and throat.

When we got our breath back, Ruth flopped onto her back on the floor with the words, "My turn. It's beaver hunt time, Ted. Eat me and eat me good."

What could I do? I dropped between her legs and ran my nose over the top edge of her little landing strip of pubic hair. I blew just a hint of air along with tongue flicks over her mons area and down her inner thighs. I never touched her pussy in the process. 

Ruth writhed with anticipation. 

"Damn, Ted, FUCK ME, don't tease me."

I ignored her pleas and continued to tease. Though I did switch to licking and kissing only. I licked one puffy labia up and down and then the other. I touched my tongue to her clit and immediately backed off.

That elicited a, "Fuck me, God Damn it, FUCK me."

Instead, I sank my tongue deeply into her crevice and licked from rosette to clit, up and down, several times. Ruth climaxed twice--each time I stabbed her clit. I added a digit into her pussy entrance and was rewarded with another of her orgasms as I rubbed her G-Spot.

While she panted from that trip, I mounted her, put my cock on target, and sank balls deep into her fluid drenched honey pot. I grabbed onto her tits as handles and really leveraged my way into her. She climaxed again.

I set my hips to humping, slowly at first while she recovered some. But I quickly increased the pace until she was humping against me as hard as I was pumping into her. She screamed with multiple climaxes as I shot my wad into her depths. God, she was the best ride yet.

As we lay recovering, still coupled together, groans drew our attention to the left. There, Sharon wore a strap on and was pumping into Trudy doggie style. We watched in awe. Their action was heating up fast.

Ruth gently pushed on my shoulders, indicating I should withdraw. I complied. I don't know where she got it other than she must've had I purse/bag I hadn't noticed when she entered, but she suddenly produced a long, large, double ended dildo. She stuck it into her own pussy to lube it. 

Then she went over to the other two and worked the lubed end of that damned thing into Sharon's ass as Sharon fucked Trudy with the strap on. Ruth stuck the other end in her own pussy, I was on my knees by then, stroking my dick back to life. Eventually, Ruth got into the same rhythm as Sharon in a slow, sensual fuck-fuck.

I stroked myself to near climax before I walked on my knees over to the other three. I stopped in back of Ruth and touched my raging hardon to her rosette. My cock was quickly enveloped in her warm anal cavity and we suddenly had a four person daisy chain in full bloom.

None of us slept much that Saturday night. I enjoyed all three women, one at a time, two at a time, all three at a time. My hands, cock, and mouth were kept more than busy. The women enjoyed each other with the hand held dildo, the strap on, the double ender, or with hands and mouth. We did everything in every body cavity that could be done.

Come Sunday, there were some very sore body parts indeed. The four of us spent most of the day resting or no more than lazily stroking each other with our hands. There was no more hard, physical sex that day. We all remained naked through a light noon lunch before we said it was time to go home and get ready for Monday's classes.

Sharon's parting words to the rest of us were, "Ok, everybody, next Friday night, after the ball game, it's at Ted's house. Ok, Ted?"

"Wouldn't miss it for anything, Sharon. See you girl's all then. Night, everybody."

I could tell, from that point on, the year was going to be a difficult one to get student papers graded in a timely fashion.

I took a cab home.



Finis

******

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Ted Does His Niece



Ted got a phone call. It was from his cousin Freda. She needed help. The furnace was on the blink, Ted felt sorry for her. Her husband was in the Navy and she was all alone.

"Who was that?" ask his wife.

"My cousin Freda, she needs help.

Ted drove to his cousin's apartment and she let him in.

"I didn't mean to bother you Ted but I didn't know who else to call" she sighed.

"That's ok, I am glad to help" smiled Ted.

Ted looked at the furnace. The pilot light was out. He lit it and soon heat filled the apartment.

"Thanks Ted, I appreciate it" said Freda.

"Do you have a beer? ask Ted.

"Lots of it. Jerry filled the refrigerator before he left" said Freda.

Freda was a tall skinny woman of eighteen with dark hair. Ted heard rumors of how wild she was when she was going to school. Now she was a married lady. To Ted's surprise Freda drank beer after beer.

"Freda had on a low cut blouse. Ted could see that his cousin wasn't wearing a bra. He wished he could see more.

"Slow down Freda, you will get drunk" he laughed.

"I don't care" she said.

Ted was silent. She was a grown woman and if she wanted to get sloppy drunk it was her business. Freda told her uncle how lonely she was. She missed Jerry. Ted listened to her complaints and tried to find an excuse to leave.

"I have to go home now, Mary is waiting" said Ted.

"I turned out the pilot light on purpose just to get you here, don't leave now" sobbed Freda.

"What did you do that for?" gasp Ted.

"I want you to make love to me" she said wiping away her tears.

Ted put down his beer and sat on the couch next to his cousin. He unbuttoned her blouse exposing her white small breasts. He sucked them and kissed her.

"Let's go to your bedroom" said Ted.

Freda rushed to the bedroom dragging her uncle behind her. She tore her clothes off and flopped on the bed. Ted undressed and mounted her. He stuck his prick in her hole and hung on for dear life. Freda writhed and moaned in climax. She was a wild cat! He never had sex with a woman that was so needy. When Ted prick filled her cunt with sperm she begged for more. Finally Ted was exhausted and said.

"I have to go home" he panted.

"Freda made a face and said.

"Damn, I was just getting started"

Ted kissed his cousin good-bye.

"Tell Mary Hi" she giggled.

When Ted drove home it started raining. He liked the rain. Everything smelled so nice and clean. He parked the car in the driveway and went upstairs. Mary was sleeping. Ted crawled in bed and felt her warm body pressed against his. He loved his wife. Freda was just a temporary fling. Her husband would be home someday and he could take care of her needs. Mary woke up and said.

"Did you fix the furnace?"

"Yes" he said.

"Do you want to do it to me?" whispered Mary.

Ted didn't answer. He pulled her nightgown up above her waist and was surprised that she wasn't wearing panties. Ted turned his wife on her side and slowly fucked her from behind. He listened to the rain and thought about his cousin. With every thrust of his prick in Mary's cunt he dreamed about Freda. Mary moaned with pleasure and said.

"I like it slow, make it last" she cooed.

Morning came and Ted thought about Freda again. He had to see her.

"Mary I am going to check on Freda's furnace to see if it is still working"

"Hurry back sweetheart" said Mary. He drove to Freda's house. His prick was hard with anticipation. What did she have that his wife didn't? It perplexed him. The door was unlocked and he went in. Freda was sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee.

"My head hurts" she said.

"You drank a lot of beer" said her uncle.

"Did you like what we did yesterday?" said Freda.

"Loved it, and I want more" 

"Doesn't Mary give you enough pussy?" ask Freda.

"Yours is better" said Ted.

Freda smiled at him grateful for the compliment. She put down her coffee and said.

"We'll do something different this time"

"What is it?" said Ted.

"I want my poop hole fucked" she giggled.

Ted was beside himself with excitement. He always wanted to fuck a woman in her ass. Mary wouldn't let him. She said it was nasty and perverted. They both undressed and Freda smeared cold cream on her uncle's prick and bent over. She spread her lovely ass cheeks with both hands exposing her butt hole.

"Take it easy, I haven't done this for a long time" she warned.

"When did you do it last?" ask Ted.

"When I was thirteen I let my boyfriend do it, I didn't want to get pregnant" said Freda.

"Lucky boy" laughed Ted.

Ted pushed his prick in Freda's asshole. 

"Gaaaaa - IT HURTS! she whimpered.

"Do you want me to stop?" ask Ted.

"I want it to hurt" gasp the girl.

Ted rammed his dick back and forth in the girl's rectum. Finally his prick wilted and slipped out off her asshole. 

"I want it in my pussy now, my butt hole is sore" she said.

Freda lay on the floor and spread her legs. Ted fucked her until he was tired. 

"I have to go home sweetheart" sighed Ted.

"When you screw Mary do you think about me?" ask the girl.

"Yes" admitted her uncle.

Ted drove home and found Mary waiting. She had on her nightgown. He could see her breasts through the fabric. Ted didn't know how long he could sexually satisfy two women, but he intended to try.



Ted Fucks Her



Angie was 21 years old. She was a virgin. Her neighbor Ted was one of her dad's best friends he was always coming around the house hitting on her. She loved his flirtatiousness it made her wet, but Ted didn't need to know that.

One day Angie was alone at the house when Ted came to call. Angie inwardly groaned she really didn't want to put up with Ted's bullshit today. She was horny and worried that she would pounce Ted if he tried any kind of moves with her. When he entered the kitchen he flashed her one of his killer grins and asked, "Where's your dad?"

Despite being horny and frustrated she flashed Ted a wicked sultry grin and replied huskily, "Out." 

Ted couldn't help but think what perfect timing it was that his best friend was out of the house. He had a raging hard on and expected Angie to help relieve him of it. When he entered the kitchen she had turned around to face him at the sink, know her back was to him as he sauntered up behind her and put his hands on her hips. He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips, she felt so damned good beneath his hands and couldn't help but say so out loud, "Damn, you know you're a lot curvier then you look?" 

She couldn't answer him especially since he was gently pushing his pelvis up into her behind. Angie could feel the hard length of him and immediately started oozing cum. She couldn't believe that she was actually allowing Ted to touch her this way especially since her dad could be back at any moment, and even though the thought frightened her it also turned her on even more. Imagining that they could have an audience was incredibly kinky to her and made her moan.

Ted moved his hands sensually up her sides and slipped them underneath her shirt. He caressed her breasts twisting the nipples into hard little nubs. Angie turned around and faced him. The minute their eyes locked onto each other Teds mouth enveloped Angie's .It was her first kiss and it was amazing, his tongue slipped into her mouth and she sucked on it without thinking, but instead of getting laughed at Ted moaned. His pace quickened and he started undressing her and when her breasts were bared to him he started teasing the nipples. Pulling and twisting and squeezing as hard as he could while nibbling on her earlobe. Ted undid her pants pulling them down along with her panties he let his fingers slide through her thick blonde curls. He felt just how wet she was and groaned. At this point cum was dripping down Angie's legs she was so turned on.

Angie moaned as his hand teased her swollen clit. Slipping a finger between her wet folds he slowly slid it into her tight virginal hole. Moving one then sliding a second finger in, he slowly started moving them in and out. Angie wanted more than just his fingers she wanted him buried inside her. His fingers squeezed her clit and she stated panting and moaning his name. He pumped his fingers in and out faster and harder when Angie hit her first wave. It was the most incredible orgasm she'd ever been given. It was the only orgasm she'd ever been given. 

Ted groaned he needed to be inside her but wanted it to last as long as it could. He knew she was a virgin it was one of the things her parents were so damned proud about. They would always throw it into a conversation every now and then about how their daughters were saving themselves for marriage. With that in mind Ted undid his pants letting his cock spring free and pushed Angie down onto her knees telling her to suck it.

Not a 100% sure what to do Angie slowly slid her lips around his cock. It was huge that was all she could think, at least 9 inches long and 3 inches wide, almost too big to get in her mouth. She managed it though. Hesitantly she started sucking and pulling and giving just a little bit of teeth. He liked the teeth. His hand grabbed the back of her head forcing her to deep throat his cock. She didn't care though because she discovered she liked it rough. She slid her tongue up underneath his cock from tip to balls. With one of her hands she cupped his balls with the other she slid it up and down his cock. Eventually she let her tongue circle around the tip teasing him and with big innocent eyes she looked up to see Ted with his eyes squeezed shut and one of his hands clutched at his side while the other one grabbed her hair and forced her head down onto his cock. He started slamming his cock to the back of her throat and with one last forward push he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could discovering she liked the taste of cum, then licked him clean.

Angie was horny all over again slowly she reached between her legs and started fingering herself. At first Ted didn't notice then he heard her moans of pleasure and whispered cries of, "YES! Oh God! Fuck Yes!"

Ted stroked his cock back into hardness as he watched Angie get herself off. It was almost one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. With his cock standing straight out again he frantically searched kitchen for an area he could lay Angie down on and fuck her. He eyed the kitchen table and with one sweep of his arm cleaned the kitchen table off. He picked Angie up off the floor and she wrapped her long silk legs around him begging him to fuck her. Ted grinned and whispered into her ear, "Just you wait baby I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." 

He laid her down on the table and then forcing her legs open as wide as they could go lowered himself between her legs. Angie twisted her nipples and arched her hips up to meet Teds. She wanted him so incredibly badly and he was teasing her dripping slit with the tip of his cock. With a lazy hand she lowered it between her legs to tease her clit, but Ted had other ideas he snatched her hand and pinned it above her head and with a wicked grin said, "I don't think so." It was hard for Ted he wanted to take her deep and hard with no sense of caring he just wanted release in her tight hole and watching her play with her nipples, biting her lips and moaning was not helping him take it slow.

Inch by painful inch He started to slide his cock in deeper, but he liked to tease her, he liked to see the painful wanton need of lust written all over her face so he slowly pulled back out. Once again Angie tried arching her hips up to him to force him in deeper, but he was in control. As Ted grabbed on to her hips to control her movements, she dug her nails in and dragged them down his back with a passionate cry she screamed, "FUCK ME TED! For fucks sake fuck me."

He moaned with pleasurable pain of her nails digging into his back and with part of his cock buried in her. He loved it rough and even as he started to take her virginity was thinking of other things he would do to her next time, because there would be a next time. With that on his mind in one powerful movement he shoved his cock deep into her pussy. 

Angie screamed she hadn't expected the teasing to end so quickly, the pain didn't last long though and as she wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer he went crazy plunging in and out of her. Ted had never felt anything so tight before. He had wanted to take it slowly but once he was buried to the hilt in her tight pussy there was no going back. He pounded into her until they both went over the edge. Spilling his seed into her was one of the happiest moments in his life. He slumped on top of her his cock still buried to the hilt inside her and kissed her breasts. 

It felt as though time stopped for Angie losing her virginity had never felt so amazing. She was already ready for another round, but not before she turned her head to look out the backdoor only to see her dad's eyes staring back at her. For only a split second was she scared then thought drifted into her mind that he was next.



Ted’s Pizza Shop



The pizza shop was busy, really busy that night. That was odd for a plain old Thursday night. By the time we were closing up at ten, I had run ragged, pulling tubs of toppings out of the cooler, chopping vegetables and mushrooms, opening cans of sauce, and lugging trays loaded with dough balls. I was dead tired and couldn't wait to get home and get my homework done so I could go to bed.

Ted was with us the whole night. I was working with Tina and Marie and a new guy who kept putting too much cheese on the pizzas. I was sweeping up a bunch of the shredded mozzarella that he spilled on the floor hen Ted came over, looking at his watch.

"Listen, Jamie. Tina's gonna give you a ride home tonight. You can leave that. I'm gonna stay late ad clean up," he said, then turned away and walked to his office at the back of the shop.

I leaned the broom against the counter. That was fine with me. I looked around for Tina. She was at the front counter, taking off her apron. She looked exhausted, too. I had hardly spoken to her all night, or rather, she barely said a word to me. Was she upset at me, too?

In the back of my mind, I was anxious about what I had done with Mrs. Flock. If she told Mom, I could be in a lot of trouble. I was also bothered by Hannah's reaction when I told her that Kristin had invited me to a party with her friends. How did I keep getting in trouble with all these girls?

"Jamie? You ready?" Tina said, and tossed her apron on the stool by the telephones.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

I tossed my own apron on the counter and followed her out the front door. I noticed that Marie was staying late. That was odd, but what the hell. Better her than me.

I got in on the passenger side of Tina's old, rusty Toyota. I was thrilled just to be sitting next to her in her car, even if she did not look happy to have to taxi me around. She started the car, then looked at me. Her eyes looked weary.

"What time do you gotta be home?" she said.

"Uh ... Midnight."

"You got a couple of hours. Wanna hang out?"

"Uh ... Sure," I said.

That was what I said, but what I really wanted to do was shout at the top of my lungs something like "Are you fucking nuts? Of course I do."

"Cool. You wanna get some coffee?" she said.

"Yeah, but ..."

"But what?"

"I should probably tell my Mom I'm gonna be home late," I said.

Tina handed me her cell phone.

"That's smart. Don't make your Mom mad," she said.

She started driving while I dialed. Mom wasn't home, so I left a message on the voicemail, then handed the phone back to Tina. I hoped that was enough. I would call again later to make sure she got the message.

We stopped at the Jasmine House Coffee Shop, not far from the pizza shop. I'd been there a couple of times with Mark. Jasmine was the old Chinese woman who owned the place. She was behind the counter with two of her three daughters, who were stunning to look at.

I orders a caramel machiatto and watched the youngest daughter make it. She was so beautiful it was hard to take my eyes off of her. I looked at her mother, who was telling them things in Chinese. Could she have been that good looking, too, when she was their age?

It was cool to be there with Tina, except that she didn't hang out with me. She met a couple of her friends and spent the whole time hanging out with them. They were twins and had dark hair and dark makeup around their eyes. I was hoping Tina would bring them over and introduce me, but that never happened.

So I enjoyed the coffee and the big, soft, comfortable chair. I closed my eyes. It would have been easy to fall asleep right there, and I could dream about those twin girls with the dark hair and dark eyes climbing naked into bed with me ...

Someone shook my shoulder and I opened my eyes. It was Tina, with an unhappy frown on her face.

"Try to stay awake, will ya? Come on. We're leaving," she said and started toward the door.

I sat up. The twins were gone. I still had about half of my coffee left. I took one big swig, burned my tongue, and left the rest of it on the table by the big, comfortable chair.

I had to run to catch up to her at her car. I didn't know why she was in a hurry, but she looked like she was in a bad mood, so I didn't want to bother her about it.

We drove for a little while before she turned to me and said something.

"Can you believe that bitch?" she said.

"Who?"

"She's sleeping with my ex-boyfriend. I can't believe her. She's got a hell of a lot of nerve," Tina said, and steered the car like she was angry at everyone on the road.

I held onto the door handle and tried not to let myself get too terrified. That was difficult, though, with the way she was cutting in and out of traffic.

"I could kill her. How could she do that to me? He is such an asshole," she said.

I just nodded. I had no idea who she was talking about. I just hoped that if she was going to kill anyone, it would be this mysterious other girl and not me.

She turned the steering wheel abruptly to the right and the car whipped into the parking lot of a party store, with the tires squealing. She parked next to a pickup truck, shut off the engine, and grabbed her purse.

"I got the munchies. I'm gonna get some Doritos. You want anything?" she said.

"Uh ... Yeah. Sure," I said, and jumped out of the car.

We went into the party store together, like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. That would have been cool, if anyone had been there to see us, but except for the woman behind the counter, who was reading a magazine, the store was empty. It was just as well. No one would believe that a hot girl like Tina would go out with a guy like me.

The Doritos sounded good, but what I really wanted was some Cheetos. I grabbed a bag and was standing in front of the cooler, trying to decide between a root beer and a Mountain Dew.

"Hey Jamie. Come over here," Tina said.

She was on the other side of the store, all the way down the last aisle. I grabbed and A&W root beer and walked over to find her.

She was standing in front of the racks of condoms and held up a black box, like the one Mom gave me.

"Are these the right size?" she said.

"For what?"

She laughed. "For you, dummy."

She shoved the box into my hands.

"Uh ... I guess so," I said.

"Good. Buy them," she said and put some money in my hand.

I looked at the condoms in my hand, then at her. She had an annoyed expression.

"Go ahead. I wanna get a couple of other things," she said.

I walked up to the register, where the woman was still reading the magazine. My hands were shaking. How could she expect me to buy condoms? I was going to die of embarrassment.

I put the Cheetos and root beer and condoms on the counter. The woman put her magazine down, smiled at me briefly, and started to ring up each thing. When she got to the box of condoms, she stopped and looked at me funny. Her eyes narrowed.

"Aren't you a bit young to buy condoms?" she said.

"I'm ... old enough," I said, and hoped she didn't catch my lie.

But she laughed and handed the box of condoms back to me.

"I think these are gonna be a little big for you," she said.

Tina came up beside me and put her stuff on the counter.

"What's the matter?" she said.

"She won't let me buy these," I said, and held up the box of condoms.

The woman behind the counter had her fist on her hip and a sneer on her face.

"I think your friend here wishes he was big enough to fill out those Magnums," she said with a chuckle.

Tina looked at me and shrugged.

"Show it to her," she said.

"What?" the woman behind the counter said.

"What?" I said.

"Go ahead. Make her a believer," Tina said.

The woman behind the counter turned her skeptical eyes to me. One of her eyebrows arched.

My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding. How could she expect me to just pull my dick out in front of a stranger?

But I was strangely excited by the idea. I had the same funny feeling that I did earlier that day when I put Mrs. Flock's hand on it.

I put the box of condoms back on the counter. The woman's other eyebrow went up. I pulled down the zipper, reached into my jeans and pulled my dick out. It was only half-hard. I stroked it a few times and it quickly grew to its full length. The woman's eyes got real big.

"Sweet Jesus," she said.

She picked up the box of Magnums and put them in the bag.

"Go ahead, son. This one's on me," she said.

I stuffed my hard cock back into my jeans and grabbed the bag off the counter. Tina had a smug grin on her face. The woman grabbed her stuff and started to ring it up. Her head was shaking.

"I feel for you, you poor girl," she said.

We got back in the car, and Tina was laughing.

"Oh my God. Did you see the look on her face? Wait 'til I tell Marie about this," she said.

"What did she mean when she said she felt for you?" I said.

Tina stopped laughing and looked at me. She still had that smug grin.

"I don't know," she said, and started the car.

She drove for a while to an apartment building on the other side of the railroad tracks. She pulled into a parking spot, shut off the car and opened her door to get out.

"Is this where you live?" I said, and quickly unfastened my seat belt and opened my door to go with her.

Tina paused and looked at the apartment building like she hadn't noticed where they were.

"No. I live with my Mom and Dad. This is my brother's apartment. He lets me use it when he's not home."

We walked across the parking lot together.

"For what?" I said.

Tina shrugged. "For whatever."

I slowed a step. My heart skipped. She continued on ahead of me. Ok, it was obvious that there could only be one reason that she wanted me to buy condoms. I just couldn't believe she was serious about it, though. It was all beginning to add up: the condoms, her brother's apartment. The whatever could only be the one thing I had dreamed about my whole life.

My head started to spin and I put my hand on a car to hold myself up. I wanted to jump up and down with my fists in the air and shout as loud as I could, except that I was so dizzy I could barely stand on my own two feet.

"Jamie? Are you coming?" she said.

She stopped at the top of a short stairway up to the door that went into the apartment building. I almost laughed and said "Not yet," but I just ran up the stairs.

My dick had softened after I showed it to the woman at the party store, but it was quickly growing hard again. With it hanging down the leg of my jeans, I had to hop up the steps to the third floor.

Tina had a key to the apartment on her key ring. I followed her in and she turned on the light. She tossed her keys on the counter and went into the small kitchen area, where she turned on another light.

"Have a seat. Make yourself at home," she said.

I walked into the apartment. Her brother had a tv on a stand, a sofa and a recliner, a table in front of the sofa, and a stereo by the window. It was bigger than my bedroom, but not a lot different, even with the clothes on the floor and the dirty dishes on the table. Tina stood beside me, looking at it.

"My brother is such a slob. Want a beer?" she said, and held out a cold bottle of beer.

"Yeah. You bet," I said, and took the bottle.

She had another bottle in her other hand. I was looking for a bottle opener when she twisted the cap off of her bottle and tossed it in the trash by the refrigerator. She tilted her beer to her mouth and took a big drink.

I twisted the cap off of my bottle and tossed it at the trash can. It bounced off the edge and hit the floor. I moved around Tina, scooped it up, and dropped it in the trash. Tina hadn't noticed, but was in the other room, by the stereo.

I took a sip of my beer and coughed. She turned to look at me.

"What's the matter?" she said.

I shook my head and wiped my mouth.

"I never ... had beer before," I said.

She chuckled.

"You're kidding. That's so cute."

She took another big drink of her beer and walked over to the stereo. I left my bag of stuff on the counter and walked over and stood beside her. She was looking through the collection of CDs. She shook her head.

"Jesus. My brother listens to the most boring music," she said.

I pulled out an Ozzy Osbourne CD.

"This one's cool," I said.

"Don't be stupid," she said.

My shoulders slumped. I put the CD back. She picked another one, opened it, and put the disc in the player. I went over to the sofa and sat down. A second later, a Christina Aguilera song started, and I cringed.

"That's better," Tina said.

She held her arms up with her bottle of beer in one hand, swinging her hips side to side like she was dancing with herself. I watched and took another sip of my beer. It was bitter and tasted terrible, but I didn't care. I was alone in a room with a hot chick, and she was giving me a private show.

She put her beer bottle on the table in front of the sofa.

"Watch my beer. I gotta pee," she said.

She went into the bathroom, which was next to the door to the bedroom.

I sighed. What was I doing there? I was beginning to think that she hadn't brought me there to have sex with her after all, but that she was just going to get drunk and I was going to be late getting home.

I looked at my beer. I might as well get drunk, too. If I wasn't going to get laid and Mom was going to be mad at me anyway, she couldn't be that much more mad at me for drinking beer. Even my dick had gone soft, as if it had given up on any chance of some action tonight.

The toilet flushed and Tina came out of the bathroom. She picked up her bottle of beer and flopped on the sofa beside me. She tilted her bottle to her lips, drained the rest of her beer, and slammed it down on the table.

"God, I love beer. You want another one?" she said.

She hopped back up again. Her tight jeans had dropped low on her hips, exposing the strap of her blue thong bikini. She pulled her jeans up.

"Not for me," I said.

I held up my bottle. I had hardly finished half of it.

She went into the kitchen and came back with another bottle of beer. She twisted the cap off and took a long drink, tilting her head way back. Her boobs stretched the front of her t-shirt like they were going to rip through it.

She lowered the bottle. A drop of beer ran down her chin and dripped on the front of her t-shirt. She stood in front of the sofa where I was sitting, and she was staring at me with a funny look in her eyes.

"Jamie?" she said.

"Yeah?"

The corners of her mouth curled up. She handed me her bottle. Now I had a beer in each hand. With her eyes still on mine, she grabbed the bottom edge of her t-shirt and pulled it off over her head. She had a small, gold crucifix around her neck, that dangled between her boobs. My jaw fell open. I nearly dropped both bottles of beer.

Her arms reached around behind her back to unfasten her bra, and she pulled it away. My eyes locked in on her gorgeous boobs and her hard nipples. In my jeans, my penis twitched.

Tina dropped her bra on the floor, next to her t-shirt.

"Jamie?" she said.

"Yeah?" I said. My voice cracked.

She ran her hands over her boobs and down her slender waist to her hips.

"Do you like my body?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

She climbed on the sofa with me, straddling my lap. Her boobs swayed only inches from my face and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. The warmth of her crotch pressed down on the hard bulge of my erection and I groaned.

"That's good. I like your body, too."

She took the beer bottles from my hands and put them on the table. She brushed her long hair behind her ears, put her hands on my shoulders, bent forward and pressed her lips on mine.

My eyes bulged. I thought my heart was going to burst. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and my dick snapped to a full erection, like it was encouraged again and couldn't wait to get some action.

She reached down for my hand and put it on her boob. My fingers squeezed her soft flesh. I moaned into her mouth and practically went limp under her.

She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her warm crotch on my hard bulge, like she was giving me one of those lap dances that Mark told me about. I was melting. If she kept that up, I was going to cum in my jeans.

My other had slipped down the curve of her bare back and touched the strap of her thong panties. She pulled back and looked into my eyes. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. A thin string of saliva stretched between our lips. Her hips were still rocking back and forth.

"It's time, Jamie," she said in a low, husky voice.

She climbed off of my lap and stood in front of me. She held out her hand and helped me to my feet. She pointed toward the kitchen.

"Don't forget those condoms. You're gonna need them."

I grabbed the box of condoms from the plastic bag that I left on the counter and followed Tina into the bedroom. She turned on the light. The bedroom was a lot like the other room, but with more clothes piled everywhere. The one thing I did notice was the blanket on the bed with the big Air Force insignia in the center.

"You ever use one of those?" Tina said.

I looked at the black box in my hand.

"Uh ... No," I said.

I didn't want to tell her that I did, and that my Mom was the one who showed me how to put it on.

"Come on. I'll help you with it. They can be kinda tricky, especially if you got a big dick like yours."

She sat on the bed, facing me. I wasn't sure what to do, so I gave her the box. She put it on the bed beside her.

"Come here," she said, and motioned for me to come closer with her finger.

I stepped closer to her. I kept trying not to stare at her boobs. The ends of her hair reached down to her nipples.

She started to unbuckle my belt. I held my breath. She pulled down the zipper and my jeans dropped to the floor around my ankles. My hard cock sprung out and nearly hit her on the nose. She giggled. I gasped.

"Oh my God. It looks bigger. Is it getting bigger?" she said.

She put her hand around it and stroked it slowly. I shook my head. I was trembling all over.

"I don't know," I said.

She shrugged.

"Doesn't matter. We'll check it later," she said.

Her hand ran back and forth along the length of my shaft. She angled it up to her mouth and licked the head. I groaned. She opened her mouth and let the head slip past her teeth. Her lips closed around the shaft with a couple of inches of it in her mouth, and her head moved back and forth slowly.

"Oh God," I said.

I let out all the air I had been holding in. My eyes rolled back in my head. I pumped with my hips, and that made Tina moan. Her other hand came up and fondled my balls.

I put my hands on top of her beautiful blonde head and pumped harder with my hips, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. She was drooling all over it, and I was ready to dump a huge load of cum in her mouth, but she pulled my cock out.

"Whoa, buddy. Not so fast. We got work to do. I don't want you to go wasting yourself," she said, and wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand.

She let go of my cock and it swung in front of me. The end of it was wet with her saliva. My heart was pounding. I thought I was going to die if she didn't make me cum.

She opened the box of condoms and took out one of the packets. She tore it open.

"I hope this is gonna fit, or I don't know what we're gonna do," she said.

"Yeah. Me too," I said, although I could think of a few things.

She pinched the end of the condom between her thumb and forefinger. She moved my cock aside to look at my balls like she was gauging how much cum they held, and unrolled the condom a little bit to pinch a little more between her fingers.

She placed the condom over the head of my cock and unrolled it down the shaft. It ran out with a few inches left. Printed near the bottom was an expiration date.




Ted’s Pizza Shop



"That should work fine," Tina said, holding my cock and turning it side to side to examine her work.

I bit my lower lip. My cock was as hard as a rock and strained inside the condom. It was stretched pretty tight, like a shiny encasement. I just hoped it didn't break.

Tina stood up. I backed up a step and my thick, plastic-coated cock bobbed and swayed. She unbuttoned her tight jeans, pulled down the zipper and pushed them down, wiggling her hips to get them off.

My eyes got wide. My cock throbbed inside the condom. She had big, beautiful boobs like those girls in Dad's Playboys. Her whole body was tanned, without any tan lines. She must have tanned naked, but where? Her back yard? I would love to see that.

Tina laid on her back on top of her brother's Air Force blanket and spread her legs with her knees bent up.

"Come on, Jamie. I know you've been waiting a long time for this," she said.

I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. I was shaking all over. My cock was so hard it was aching.

I moved between her legs. The soft, smooth insides of her thighs brushed my hips. Her wide, frightened eyes were staring at my huge cock, which was aimed at her tiny pussy. I leaned over her and put both hands on the mattress. Her hands squeezed arms, and I felt a shiver run through her small frame. I could almost feel her blood run cold.

Tina crossed herself and said a silent prayer, with her eyes fixed on my cock. I couldn't hear what she said. I could only see her lips move.

She put her hand around the end of my cock and guided it to her pussy. It touched her warm, wet pussy lips and she winced.

"Go slow, Jamie. I don't know if it's gonna fit. I never had one that big in me before."

Her voice was just a whisper. She was trembling, too, but I was sure it was for a different reason.

I pushed forward with my hips. Tina bit her lower lip. Her one hand squeezed the shaft of my cock and the nails of her other hand dug into my arm.

She was tense and sweating. I kissed her forehead. Her teeth were clenched and bared.

"Oh my God, Jamie. That hurts. Oh God. It hurts," she said.

I pushed forward again, and her grip on my arm tightened. She whimpered. I couldn't move. What was I doing? I wanted this so bad, but I hated to see how much pain I was causing her. But should I stop now before I really hurt her? When would I ever get another chance to get this far with a girl?

Tina nuzzled her face against my neck. I could sense her feeling of helplessness. So why didn't she tell me to stop?

I looked down. Only a few inches of my cock were inside her. Tina was panting and clutching my arm like she was desperate to hold on for her life.

"Give me some more, baby," she whispered in my ear between her heavy, panting breaths.

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh."

I nodded. That was fine with me. Her discomfort took away from the enjoyment of feeling my cock inside her pussy. But if she wanted more ...

I leaned over her and my cock sunk slowly into her pussy. She bit my shoulder. The head of my cock bumped up against something like a wall inside her and she squealed in my ear.

"That's deep enough, Jamie," she said.

She fell limp and panting under me with her eyes closed. I had a little more than half of my cock inside her. She laid that way for a few minutes, not moving. I was afraid to move, too. I was afraid that I had killed her.

Finally, her eyes opened and she smiled at me. Her hand touched my cheek.

"Ok, Jamie. You can start fucking me, now," she said.

I smiled back. This was why I had been so patient. I pulled back and rammed my hips forward. Tina screamed and her fingernails dug into my shoulders.

"Ow. Jamie, for God's sake. That hurts," she said.

I froze. "Sorry," I said.

"It's ok. Just go slow and easy, ok? Real slow."

"Ok," I said, and nodded.

I repeated those words over and over in my head. Slow and easy. Slow and easy. I started pumping slow and easy with my hips. My cock slid out of her tight pussy an inch or so, and slid back in. Tina's hands moved down to my hips.

"That's it, baby," she said.

I kept going like that, slide my cock out, slide it back in. Once or twice I hit that wall inside her and she winced and gasped. I eased up. It was hard to go that slow and hold myself up over her. My shoulders were getting sore. But it was worth it. Even with the condom, her tight, warm pussy was the most incredible thing I could ever imagine.

Her painful cried became moans and whimpers.

"More, baby. Do it harder," she said in a low, breathy voice.

I started to hump a little faster and a little harder. Tina was moaning and crying out to God. Was she cumming? Did girls cum? I didn't even know.

Her big boobs jiggled and the whole bed shook and squeaked. I looked at the back wall of the bedroom like I might be able to see through it. Could the people in the next apartment hear the squeaking bed, or Tina's moans? What about the people in the apartment below? Were they going to do anything about it?

It was too late to worry about that. I was going to cum. I pounded my cock into Tina's pussy as hard and as fast as I could. She was screaming and twisting under me. I was drooling at the sight of her like that. I never knew a girl could look so hot when she was cumming.

"Oh motherfucker," I shouted.

My hips bucked harder into her, and I was cumming. Tina cried out, but I could barely hear it. The only thing I could sense was my cock pulsing and jerking, and my cum rushing through my groin like a freight train at high speed.

That was when something funny happened. Tina must have felt it first, because her eyes snapped open.

"What was that?" she said.

I stopped driving my cock into her, even though it was still pulsing with cum.

"What was what?" I said.

"Pull it out," she said.

I hesitated and stared at her. Did I have to pull it out so soon? But she had a horrified look on her face.

"Get your cock out of me," she said, with a fierce tone to her voice.

I lifted myself off of her fast. My cock came out easily and dropped from the puffy lips of her pussy. Along with it came a flood of my sperm that spilled from her slit all over the Air Force blanket. The condom was split down the side.

"Shit. I was afraid that would happen," Tina said.

I rolled off and sat on the bed beside her. She sat up with her legs spread wide and touched her pussy like she was trying to stem the flow of cum with her fingers.

"God, that's a lot of cum. I hope I don't get pregnant," she said.

"Pregnant?" I said.

My throat tightened. She nodded.

"Yeah. I'm not on the pill."

We sat there for a few minutes, watching my cum drip from her pussy. I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't want to have a baby, not the first time I had real sex with a real girl. I yanked the shredded condom off of my cock and threw it on the floor by my clothes. A lot of good that thing did me.

She touched my shoulder.

"That's a cool tattoo," she said.

"Thanks," I said, and looked back at her over my shoulder.

"Is it a panther?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, with her lower lips stuck out.

"Black panther. Cool," she said.

Eventually, the flow of cum from Tina's pussy slowed to a trickle. She laid back on the bed. I laid down with her and stared up at the ceiling. I would have said something, but what was I supposed to say to a girl when I just got her pregnant?

"I never got a girl pregnant before," I said.

Tina was quiet for a minute, then she snorted.

"I never got pregnant before," she said.

She laughed out loud. I was shocked for a moment, then I laughed with her. We were both rolling on the bed. I laughed so hard my sides hurt. I had never heard anything so funny in my life.

"Hey," Tina said.

"Wh-What?"

I could hardly breathe. She put her hand around my erection.

"You're still hard," she said.

"Yeah."

"How come you're still hard?"

I shrugged. "Maybe because I'm naked in bed with a hot looking girl."

She looked into my eyes and smiled. Her hand stroked my cock.

"You wanna do it again?" she said.

I blinked. "Again?"

"Sure."

"Yeah. You bet," I said.

I had to clamp my lips shut so my tongue wouldn't hang out and wag. She rolled over and got up on her hands and knees with her bare ass facing me. She looked back over her shoulder and brushed her hair out of her face.

"Do it to me from behind this time," she said.

I stared at her gorgeous ass and the pink slit between her legs, where my cum was still leaking out. If my cock wasn't hard already, that made it hard enough to punch through a wall.

"Do I need another condom?"

She frowned. "I don't think it matters. I can't get pregnant twice."

I put my hand on her ass, but hesitated. Was she right? But if I fucked her again, would she have twins? I was so torn. On the one hand, I seriously wanted to fuck her again. On the other hand, though, I didn't want to be the father of twins.

But my cock was throbbing and it would not listen to sense. I had no choice but to obey the demands of my cock.

I crawled on the bed behind Tina, with my legs between her spread legs. My heavy cock bobbed, like it was searching on its own for her tight, wet opening. I had one hand on her ass and the other around my shaft, and rubbed the head of my cock on her slit. She shuddered.

"Oh God, Jamie. That feels so good," she said.

I just nodded. My heart was pounding and I was having a hard time breathing. My mind blanked. It was like I had turned into a machine with only one purpose, to stick my cock into Tina's cunt.

The head of my cock slipped easily between her wet pussy lips. Tina moaned softly. I had a great view of the way my cock stretched her open. It looked huge compared to small figure, like I was shoving a baseball bat into her.

My cum must have made her slick. I put both hands around the flare of her hips and pushed forward with my own hips. My cock glided quickly into her tight hole and even went a couple of inches deeper before it hit bottom. Tina grunted and her back arched.

"Sorry," I said.

"Jesus, Jamie. Don't kill me. I'm just a girl," she said, and turned to look at me over her shoulder.

I stroked her back and let my hands slide along the curve of her waist. I rocked my hips back and forth slowly. My cock slid in and out of her pussy, a few inches at a time.

It felt great. I couldn't believe I was actually fucking a real live girl. Something was different about it this time. I didn't feel so worked up, like every movement of my cock inside her deliciously warm and tight pussy was going to make me cum.

I pumped a little faster and a little harder. Tina groaned a little louder. I felt like I could go on like that all night.

"Oh yes ... Oh yes Jamie ... Oh fuck yeah," she said.

Her voice was distorted from the way I was rocking her back and forth. She was moaning and trembling in my hands.

Her head dropped to the pillow with her ass still up in the air. I almost fell over on top of her, which would have been bad because I would have jammed the rest of my cock into her.

It took me a couple of moments to realize that se was cumming. Her arms must have given out and she couldn't hold herself up.

She was screaming over and over into the pillow. That was when I noticed how her pussy was clamping tight around my cock and releasing, over and over, in the same rhythm as her screams. It was like her pussy was milking my cock for its cum. My back hunched. Maybe I wasn't going to go like that all night after all.

"Oh motherfucker," I said with a groan that felt like it came from deep in my gut.

My cock throbbed and released another heavy load of cum. Tina gasped and her head came up off the pillow.

"Oh my God. I feel it. I can feel you cumming," she said.

I didn't respond. I couldn't. I was too busy pumping cum into her pussy. Her body went slack and started to fall toward the bed. I held her up by her hips because I wasn't done filling her with cum, until she got to be too much to hold, and I let her go.

My cock slipped out of her hole and released a second flood of white sperm that ran down the insides of her thighs. She laid there in front of me, groaning, rubbing her belly.

"I feel so fucked," she said.

I laid down next to her on my side. My long penis drooped over my thigh like a wet snake.

"Did I hurt you?" I said.

Tina looked at me and smiled.

"Yeah. It's that kind of hurt that feels so good."

Her eyes turned down to my penis. She touched it with her fingertips.

"God. I wish I'd known they made cocks as big as yours. I would've lost my virginity at, like, twelve or something."

"You wanna do it again?" I said, and the pitch of my voice went up like an excited little boy.

Tina shook her head and sat up.

"Not again. Not tonight. Shit. Look. It's almost midnight. I gotta get you home," she said, and hopped off the bed. She picked up her jeans and looked down at her crotch. "Jesus. I never seen so much cum. It's like you've been saving it all up for your first fuck."

She leaned toward me and kissed my forehead.

"Thanks," she said.

"What for?"

"For saving it all for me."

End.



Ted, Silvia and Chloe



Chapter 1.

Ted got in around 2 O' clock. Shift work, coupled with snow made him later than usual. The lamp was left on dim by the wife - Silvia. He creaked across the wooden floor of the tenement in his working boots on tip-toe not to wake neighbors; turning up that thermostat when passed on way to his dirty-clothes closet.

He longed for it: Kicking off everything that reminded him of work, except his piss stained vest. He dropped it all in there; a damp steaming heap of soiled clothing. The wife would sort it out in the morning. It was chilly.

Ted made a B-line for the fridge - yanked it open. Blinded, he fumbled for a beer and lime, and farted long and hard and almost followed through. He needed to go and take a dump, but beer first.

En route kitchen: Cock and balls dangling amidst tired thigh; swinging and swaying unfettered - in juxtaposition of gait, but wait - rather, in demonstrative Newtonian style; passing a hung photograph of mother, the causation of which set forth his flaccid penis summarily to twitch - almost with life it seemed. It had been a while, almost like a dream, putting a glint of a smile on a face of granite, chiseled relentlessly, as water carves into stone, on a wet and dreary night of a common and garden planet. 

Kitchen bound: Ted sliced a sliver of lime, and shoved the wedge down - the bottle's gizzard, into its chilly broth beneath; awaiting.

A force feeding of a kind in essence, spurring-up the golden liquid's inherent effervescence, with bubbling enthusiasm they say; why, it's only a beer, it's not as if it's Guantanamo Bay - with its tubes and funnels an' all - and as the sucking fizz of the exploding CO2 of the near vertical glass-bottled-tit built up pressure, forcing, with each gulp, a greater and greater exponential grog-thrust down the neck of its abuser: Finally, the run came to an end, as the bottle emptied, with the sliver of lime following the booze at an accelerated rate into the craw.

Choking: Ted vomited - projectile - which simultaneously back-filled his beer bottle, and continued on almost hitting the ceiling; the spew rained down, and Ted went for another beer. Silvia would clean it up in the morning. 

Second bottle - no lime: Long breaths taken, lips parted. The tipping of the bottle's contents had barely started. In earnest, again, they became rampant, and a mere swig taken became glugging. He wasn't worried. He had a six-pack, so there was no sense of skulking, but there always exhibited a bent toward the hurried. Head back; bottle perpendicular, Ted sucking harder than a new born at the teat, foam building explosively in the chamber, he finished with a burp, and his ass farted.

As he guzzled away, one of his eyes was pinned on the photo. His cock became semi-erect - the head filling up with blood, but the shaft still a limp noodle. His mind had wandered back to when he had just turned eighteen, and his mother caught him sniffing her panties in the laundry room that fateful afternoon, beating his meat faster than a cocktail shaker at happy hour. He never forgot how the sheer fright of being discovered by his mother had made him ejaculate like The Fountains of Seville themselves, as she stood there scolding and beating him with a towel - her rage mounting and mounting.

Ted took after his grandfather, with a full twelve and a half inch long pole, and thick as a spade handle it was with a ripe apple stuck on the end of it - and at 18 years of age, his battery of cum was seemingly inexhaustible - he was quite confident that, during the panty-sniffing incident in the laundry, that he hit his mother in the tits, one in the eye and a bully-shot, directly into her intermittently, opening and closing, screaming, chastising, gob with a well aimed load, before she gave up and left him alone with his guilt and glory and spurting cock, to make up a story of - innocence.

Only father spoke at dinner that night, but father didn't take after grandpapa- sporting only a marginal "little-finger weenie" protuberance of the groin, I'm afraid.

Ted believed - sincerely - to be sure, that mother wanted to have the top end of her vagina massaged - from the inside, of course, and he had the instrument to accomplish this. He did her once whilst the family was on vacation in the south of France, when they both had had a little too much vino, and father was delayed by fog at the airport that evening.

Ted, now a powerful nineteen year old buck, did all three of her holes for hours that night. The cow made a terrible racket - as he recalled, but good ole grandpa, with his huge hand-me-down dick and with a pair of balls like an Angus bull, coupled-up with a prostate that could multiple-orgasm and milk out a good half cup of sperm in one sitting, why, no wonder mother stayed in bed for three days afterwards, and walked sort of...carefully for the rest of the vacation, as if she was about to shit herself. After all, it was she who insisted on having it shoved up her gazoo, and Ted had obliged with every inch at his disposal.

Ted had become adroit at prolonging the pleasure-zone of masturbation whilst wanking, by a combination of coming, then biting his lip and tongue - really hard - thus overriding the dopamine blast in the brain with pain. In this way he could beat his meat in his bedroom for hours and hours: Coming many more times than his female [wanking] counterpart - dispelling long held myths, albeit unscientifically verifiably - at the moment - that woman can have more orgasms than men.

Ted could cum thirty plus times in a night and, handily, fill up a quarter of a regular coffee-mug with his jizz. The only down side was that he would have to lay off rubbing for a bit for fear of wearing the skin off on his bell-end flanges. Many times he drew blood, but carried on regardless, inexorably drawn, toward the ultimate goal... the final pay-off; that which the female is so addicted to: The' mighty - orgasm.

I was off the hook that night, remembered Ted. He swore he'd never mix Pernod, and Chardonnay again.

Dad was absent. Mom had too much to drink, along with her son, Ted, and he hadn't seen his girlfriend for over a fortnight. It was an event just waiting to happen.

Ted and his mom went out for dinner that night, and a cheesy jerk tried to pull her. Silvia, Ted's mother, seemed - interested. I kicked her foot under the table and she blew him off. We talked about stupid stuff, and ordered desert and coffee. Mom ordered a brandy with a sparkling-water chaser. She didn't drink the water.

Before I could get mom off the table, and up to our room, she had guzzled down three more brandies. Eventually, I helped her up and we made it to the elevator - without much ado. Apparently 5-star establishments have no - "incidents"... to speak of.

Mom was laughing. She was Jovial... in a congenial, yet abusive way, as I carried her limp carcass out of the lift, opening the suite door with her slumped over his shoulder.

Chapter 2.

I threw her on the bed without malice. The bounce was a testament to the mattress strength which the hotel promoted with unnecessary detail. She bounced twice.

Ted was about to switch off the light and leave, when he looked back and noticed that his mother's, rather short, pleated skirt had been thrown up over her midriff when he had unloaded her off of his shoulder. Her legs were open, and she was sporting quite skimpy, almost see-through, lace panties which had rode up into her bald, shaven, vagina giving her the most enormous camel-toe! It looked fairly uncomfortable to Ted, so he decided to help her out a little.

Ted went to his mom's aid, and rolled her panties off her ass, pulling the gusset gently out of the mouth of her cunt. She was wet, and something shiny and viscous was driveling out of her hole, and her clitoris - which was an amazing ¾ of an inch long at least - was rock hard, and stuck out proudly, from her glistening, pouting, engorged labia. Ted remembers thinking that it looked like the mouth of a Hagfish, with a beautiful, fully-bloomed, red rose stuck down its throat.

Ted pulled the warm panties down her ample thighs and along her slender, well shaped, legs; over her white stilettos, and off her. The gusset was soaked and sticky, and there was a beige skid-mark where her ass-hole had slept.

Ted sniffed at them pensively at first, remembering that day a year ago, in the laundry room, when he was caught in the act. They were highly perfumed by Silvia's gash, and ring, and he wondered if she had worn them for a few days? The whiff reminded him of a sizzling pan-full of butter sautéed shrimp, and steamed king-crab legs, with a hint of garlic and lemon juice. The skid-mark had the distinct aroma of burnt toast, coupled by freshly ground Columbian coffee beans, all revolving around the distinct waft from an old, damp, leather, gardening boot.

The instant Silvia's pheromones hit Ted's amygdale, his rod turned to granite, and he winced in pain as the tubular monster almost snapped itself in two, as it elongated through the leg-hole of his jockeys, tearing out tufts of pubic hair that had gotten wrapped around the head whilst laying there between his legs in its dormant mode.

Ted was frantic by now. He had Silvia's knickers over his head, licking and sucking the gusset, and beige stain, whilst wriggling around with his hand down the front of his bulging pants trying to pull his stem up and out of the leg of his briefs. Finally he got relief, and his snake popped out from the waistband of his pants a good seven inches, the other five and a half still inside.

Ted's cock was enormous, and his balls were aching, and high up in his scrotum, almost disappearing into his lower abdomen, dancing around in their sack like a couple of crazed marionettes; his prostate bulging with thick, hot, semen - sperm by the millions were gathered ready to be shot out of him, and into someone else - anybody.

Ted's foreskin had been used up by his stout erection, and he had grown so large that the cord at the back of his helmet pulled open the eye of his penis so wide that a cigarette could easily have been dropped into it, with room to spare.

The knob end of his rod looked as if it had been polished, and it was hot, and purple, with blushes of scarlet rimming the edge of the flange. It was bulbous, and lumpy, much as when a butcher holds up a handful of fresh calf's kidney to a prospective customer at market, and a thick blue vein, meandering along the length of stalk, feeding the business-end with a constant supply of pumping blood.

All it took was less than half a dozen rubs, and Ted groaned in ecstasy as he let go of a salvo of cum shots, that were so powerful, that he could hear them leaving the head of his cock at high velocity. Although he couldn't see where his semen had landed, due to his mother's knickers over his head and face, nevertheless, they were so large, that he could plainly hear them landing with a loud splat, and, as he struggled to halt his ejaculation, by biting his tongue and lip, so hard that he drew blood, in order not to blow all of his load in one go, he tried to distract himself by calculating the height that his ejaculate had achieved, by using the time interval between the noise of his cum leaving his knob, and the splat of it landing. Ted estimated the apogee of his cum's parabolic trajectory to be approximately six to seven foot. It was lucky that the hotel rooms had high ceilings, he ruminated to himself.

Chapter 3.

Ted successfully arrested his orgasm, with more than half his semen left. Talk about the, "Whole-Nine-Yards"! ...Well, Ted had barely touched his magazine; a few shot here - a few shots there. No! He felt he had plenty of ammunition left, and that he was duty-bound - for Queen and Country - to shoot until empty, and that is what he aimed to do.

Ted pulled his mother's stinky panties to one side, and scanned the situation out of one of the leg-holes. She was out cold from the booze. Mouth open, and snoring, but she still had an enormous clitoral erection going on, and her hole was oozing with drivel: A river of sticky gelatinous fluid that continuously bled from her hole. Disappearing between the crack of her ass; lubricating the way for anal penetration, and landing up in the hotel bed quilt.

Ted regrouped his thoughts, and - almost, came to his senses. 

He had gotten a little bit carried away, but mom was out of it too, and, so, he could call it a day, and leave. It was the perfect get-away. Giving the situation great thought; that's what he decided to do. Ted pulled up his pants and buttoned his fly. His cock was still fully erect, and poked out above his belt a great deal.

Ted took his mother's panties off his head, and slipped them back on her. It was perfect: She would never know, but he would have all of the memories.

Ted rolled the underwear over her high heels, up her slender shins and along her ample thighs. He raised her a little, to get the, firm, balloon-like buttocks into their lace harness. All that was left to do was to now, was to cover the clout slipping the sucked-gusset back between the engorged, red-rose swollen labia wings, and get the Hell outta there! Ted had gotten lucky. His innate common sense, kicking in, just when needed the most, but... just as he was about to cover the crack with panty, he saw that clitoris again, and he would swear on the bible itself, that that thing was a full two inches long, and sticking up for fine weather! 

Ted subconsciously begged himself to go, but he just couldn't leave, not without giving it just, "One for the Gipper".

Ted conjectured: He reasoned, and rationalized. He argued and debated. He scolded and condemned himself, but in the end, he always came to the very same conclusion. How many times in a life time, does a man gain the opportunity to give "head", and not be deemed homosexual? ...and with his mother - to boot!

So, he relented. He gave in to the tyranny of his vices, and he peeled her knickers back off her, and opened her legs - lovingly - just a little bit more, to check for smegma. There was none, or rather very little: Little enough to be ignored, under the current circumstances.

Ted took his mother's - female - penis carefully between his lips, and a second or two following "touch-down", he sucked the entire length of her into his mouth. Ted had never given head before, so he had to use his memory of the thousands of hours of porno-sluts that he had seen giving head-rod on screen, that's all he had to go on.

Ted improvised, and was able to give his mom monumental fellatio, as opposed to the ordinary common-and-garden cunnalingus called for in such instances - Why, she got both, and what woman would ever complain about that, it needs to be asked - And, whilst, simultaneously lapping up the goo running out of her hole with his flicking cobra-like tongue, caressing her major and minor wings, to be sure: I mean it was a win/win situation - on mom's part mainly, though.

Albeit, this was good for Ted, as the five-course meal that they had earlier was wearing off him, and the new imbibing of protein came in handy. He was just rearing up to go was he, and he needed the provisions to go with him - Mom provided.

Something happened! Maybe Ted's mom had an orgasm, he didn't quite know, but she started pissing, and soaked him.

Quickly, Ted retreated. Sized up the situation, grabbed the trash can and darted to the end of his mom's piss-stream. It was huge. He was half way across the room, trying to catch the torrent in the bucket. Creeping closer and closer to Silvia's cunt - his gaping mom's cunt - as the arc of the golden river finally relented.

Ted noted that the piss-stream seem to follow a somewhat conventional exponential-curvature arc degeneration of power akin to volume, which caused him to miss a pint or two, at the knee. Not that he didn't anticipate the sudden decrease in - both volume-of-flow - and of pressure, which, dynamically, he knew - second-nature - to be congruent, or not, as it happens, with non-linear proponents: But, that's what went on, and the carpet got wet. Hell, they were paying $500.00 a night! Who gives a flying monkey's frig if someone shits in the planter pot at that rate. - nobody; let me tell you - Nobody!

Chapter 4.

As soon as Ted got that second sniff, his clothes flew off faster than shingles in a Katrina-roof hurricane. His balls and pubic region were shaved clean, out of sheer boredom. He aspired to the creation of a foreign entity within his own psyche; one that he could have sex with - on a mono-recipient basis - but which felt exactly like that, the very act, was... somewhat, spontaneous, or even new. Like having it off with you girlfriend, but visualizing that sexy bitch on New-at-Ten, as one cums, in the sweated darkness, of one's apparent, funky-smell, predicament. ...Its funny, how women, women in general I mean, totally disregard the potential impact of the stink of their cunts, upon their rise in stature. Slight odors are permissible to discernible clientele, but measured in parts per million, it ought to be - meager. I mean, I don't want to be sniffing what you ate three days ago - Hell, wash that thing honey. Wash It, you hear me... Wash that Mother now...! Git... 

(To be continued)...



Ted Takes Charge



Ted was an officer at the New Orleans police department. He had served for 2 years, and so he was considered a veteran instead of a rookie. After graduating high school, he had entered the academy ASAP. He already knew what he wanted to do with his life, because he had seen the cops rescue his mom from his abusive dad, who was trying to kill her and her unborn baby with his bare hands. 

Ted had called the cops at just 4 years old, and this act had saved his mother's and sister's lives. Ted's dad, a crack-pusher, had gone to state prison on enough counts to keep him there until Gotterdammerung. Ted had become the de facto 2nd parent of his kid sister, Tricia, by the time he was in middle school. 

Now, Ted was living in an apartment on his own. He was having a casual, friends with benefits, relationship with his partner, Isabel, with whom department rules forbade a long-term arrangement (even if he had wanted one). He also slept with other girls, but a lot of his spare time was still spent checking on his Mom and Sis. 

Everything changed when he was visiting his Mom, Vanessa, just in time for a rather stupid, but desperate burglar to break into the house. Ted chased him down, called his buddies on the force, and had the fool sent off in cuffs before you could say methamphetamine (which was the SOB's reason for the heist). 

Then he went over to his quite distraught mother, and said "Mom, I am going to spend the night here, but starting tomorrow, you and Tricia are going to be living with me. Don't worry, since it is my place, not yours, I won't feel like I'm losing my independence. 

In fact, it's the opposite- for your own good, and because it's my place, I will be in charge, and you will follow my house rules. The biggest rules for you, Mom, are that you will be a more responsible parent to Tricia, which means that you won't smoke, gamble, or work too late at the doctor"s office. 

You will come in by 6:00 every night, make sure she does her homework, cook us a family dinner once a week, remember to obey me as the head of the household, and always call me Ted, not Teddy, Theo, or Theodore! 

You will call my cell phone if you have been out for more than 3 hours. We will both inspect the place for drugs now and then, mostly in Tricia's new bedroom, which is vacant since my roommate just moved out. You will sell your place, and you will help me pay the rent, but otherwise your expenses will be light. Tricia will be expected to obey me as well as you, and if she does not, I will spank or ground her, depending on the situation. 

You can bring your own TV over, but mine stays mine, with the remote still in my hands, and Tricia will be required to do her homework before she watches even hers. She will also have a curfew. It is clear that I need to be the disciplinarian here, which is why I am being so tough. I won't have any peace of mind until you're both safely under my roof. Do you understand me, Mom- I am the boss now?" 

Vanessa, somewhat traumatized by the break-in, and desperately in need of a strong hand to protect her and Tricia, and to reduce the burden of being a single, working mother, was only able to say, gratefully "Yes, Ted, honey, I understand you, and I will comply with your rules, because, you are right, I really need help and a protector. Since we will be living at your place, I suppose that we should follow your rules. Thank you, my son. I can really use your help." 

The 1st few days were uneventful, but then, on the 4th night, Ted accidentally walked in on his naked mother. 

He was about to turn his head, when Vanessa surprised him by saying "Ted, I am your mother- I have seen you naked a lot, so it should not be such a problem for you, a grown man, who has probably seen lots of naked women, to see your own Mom. 

Am I so bad-looking, or are you just acting out of habit? It's OK- I know that you are the boss now, but I am simply expressing my opinion that it's alright for a man to see any woman nude, as long as they are consenting, mature adults, even if one is the other's mother. Feel free to look at me." 

"Mom, are you sure that you won't be freaked out by having your own son see your naked body?" Ted answered "You're not getting some thrill from flashing your son, are you?" 

"Ted, baby, to be honest, I have kinda had some fantasies about you for the past few months, especially since Tricia and I moved in with you. Please don't get angry with a poor, lonely 38-year old woman, who sees very few men these days, none of whom compare to her own sexy son. Would you ever consider me as a lover? 

I am still somewhat pretty, right? I would not get jealous- I know all about Isabel and the others, and I don't care, because I want to be with my strong, forceful Ted. That's what I"ve always wanted in a man, and you have it, my love." Vanessa told him. 


"Mom, I have never imagined this up until now, but, even though I have always assumed that this was wrong, I can't refuse you when you are so vulnerable and sweet about the whole thing. Sure, if you are willing to accept the submissive position in our relationship, I will take you as a lover. I must warn you, however, that being with me means becoming, not only a submissive, non-possessive, sharing kind of woman, but a slut yourself. Can you accept that? Would you be ready to indulge in the kind of rampant, promiscuous, swinging sex I like?" Ted asked her.

The look on his mother's face answered his question even before she spoke. She was game, as long as she got to be the main woman in his life. 

That night, after watching a horror movie, and sending Tricia off to bed, Ted let Vanessa stay much longer, knowing that he should consummate this arrangement now, while they both still wanted it. He started out with a simple, tender hug, then he kissed her cheek as always, and then he planted a wet, warm kiss on her mouth, to which she responded by using her tongue. 

The experience of French-kissing his own mother was so deliciously taboo, it got him hard right off. She was clearly feeling the same way, as the soaked nightie she wore revealed. Soon, he pulled her slip down and began to kiss her shoulders, breasts, and stomach. After this, he moved back northward to taste her perfumed neck. 

Once she was completely hot under the collar, so to speak, Ted turned her around, unsnapped her bra, and started to fondle her breasts. He followed this by turning her back around, licking his way down to her nipples, and then sucking them for what an excruciatingly long time. 

Ted proceeded to move his mouth south, pulling down Vanessa"s panties, and soon slowly tickled her pubic hair with his tongue and lips. Then he reached her clit, and really, thoroughly, tantalized her female penis with his oral skills, which got her so wet, she soaked most of his face below his eyes and between his cheeks. As he touched her lower lips and her opening itself with his mouth, she instantly knew that this was the man of her dreams, and that he was devouring the entrance to the womb that had carried him. At last, a good, strong, manly, but kind lover was hers, and he was her own son. 

He was her benevolent dictator, and she loved him for it. He pushed his tongue inside her pussy, and she squealed for a second, almost loud enough to wake up Trish. She no longer wanted him to go slow- she needed a vigorous oral penetration of her sex, so she begged him, with a pathetic look on her, to go faster with his tongue and bring her to climax. 

That was just the request he was seeking from his mother/slave, and he started to dart his tongue back and forth from her cunt. After a few minutes, she was coming even louder than before, and her juices had covered his entire mouth. They were even dripping into it, past his teeth, and down his gullet. 

Now, Ted knew that his mother was his to do with as he wished, and he was going to make full use of her. She would share him with Isabel and a lot of other girls, and, soon, she would become his slut as well as his slave. He made sure at this point to assert his dominance, ordering her to get on the bed, lie flat on her stomach, and spread her cheeks for him. 

He first took a couple of photos, to make sure that she did not back out now, and then he entered her pussy from behind, giving her the most relentless doggie-style pounding of her life. She was coming all over his dick, but he would not let her go just yet. He was going to come, and until then, he was going to fuck her, however long it might take. After he heard his Mom scream a full orgasm, with his cock inside her, he finally came, filling his mother with his semen. 

Ted next took his cock out of Vanessa's pussy, and began licking her butt, which shocked her, but since she had already broken the taboo against incest, she was not about to stop short here. Of course, she had little choice, anyway, because her son had compromising photos of his rather moist Mom. 

Now he took some more, with her asshole damp from her anal arousal, and then he slowly, but forcefully penetrated her posterior, without any warning, and began riding Vanessa's ass. The pain surprisingly disappeared after a few moments, and she felt nothing but the satisfying heat of his manhood inside her backdoor. 

He rode her just as hard here, and, by the time he had come in her booty, and she was coming for the 3rd time rectally, she was stretched out for future anal intercourse. Once more, he stopped to photograph his Mom's metamorphisis into a slut, with her cream-filled buns sticking out for the best camera smile ever. There was dried cum on her vagina, and the anally provoked ejaculate was mixing with it, falling down her crack into her labia. 

He told her that she was not finished for the night yet, and he ordered her to face him, whereupon he stuck his cock in her mouth, and commanded her to suck him until he came there too, and then to swallow most of his cum. He also told her, however, that he wanted her to lap some of it up with her tongue and lick her lips- that way, there would be plenty of semen on her mouth to photograph. 

She sensed that he did not just want a quick oral exercise here, so she really gave it her absolute best, deep- throating, licking, kissing, spitting, drooling, and even nibbling his member and his balls. 

He grunted after this royal cock treatment, and he at last let loose his load, letting her pump his penis for milk. As she indeed lapped it up and licked her lips, he saw how lovely she really was- still under 40, still a great-looking babe, and she was his property, not a goddess but a nymph, treating him like a king. 

He didn't just want to take a picture or two- he had to take several photos of his sweet, slutty mother. That night ended with her snuggling up with her handsome, hunk son, and understanding at last her proper place- in his strong, protective arms. 

The following evening, Ted decided to add Isabel to the equation, and so he called her up at 5:00, telling her to be at his apartment in 45 minutes. Being a true submissive with men, although she was a dominant with women, his beautiful, bisexual partner hurried to obey her occasional master, expecting some reward. 

She was not disappointed, although staying for a family meal was not she had in mind, because, after everyone had finished with the meal, Ted took her and Vanessa into his bedroom and showed Isabel every one of those pictures- in front of his Mom. While Vanessa was stunned, and even a little embarrassed, she was not ashamed of her photographed body. 

When Isabel looked at them, she did not have the horrified expression she would expect to have at such an explicit display of incest- she was just too aroused at the thought of how sexy a woman her partner's mother really was. She knew, however, that was a way for Ted to blackmail Vanessa into complying with something, and she guessed that he wanted total dominance and his own way with her. How did he know that she would have the reaction she did?, she thought. 

Then she remembered that she had expressed something about an incestuous fantasy she had about fucking a pair of sisters who were also eating each other. Ted had picked up on her desire to do "unheard of"things of the "naughty" kind. Now, she was trapped, because he was going to get her to not only fuck him tonight, but also help him train his own mother in slavery. 

That did not get her to walk out now, when she might still have escaped her new role as assistant/mistress. She was just too wet at the thought of fucking Vanessa with a strap-on dildo and dominating her. 

She decided to just clarify everything "Ted, do you want to assist you in training your Mom as a good, obedient slave? I can, if that's what you have in mind. Just tell me what to do, and I will be back-up." 

"Why, thank you, Iz, that's very nice, and I would love to share her with you, as long as you give up your cunt and ass tonight for a proper fucking, along with your mouth, of course. Naturally, you will enforce my instructions by hand-cuffing my new slave and lashing her with this leather strap if she fails to respond in time. 

I will tell you how many lashes to use each time, and you'd better follow my commands to the letter, or you will feel the whip yourself. If you're really good, you'll even get to butt-fuck her with a strap-on. Did you hear that, Mom- Isabel here is going to help me dominate and train you." Ted answered. 

Then, Ted grabbed his Mom and put her on her knees, ordering her to hike up Isabel's skirt (which never had undies beneath it) and eat her pussy. While she did so, he entered Isabel's bottom the way she loved it- suddenly and without warning. He just added some lube and invaded her. Isabel grunted as usual, but that grunt always indicated more pleasure than pain. 

Her sweet Hispanic heinie totally enjoyed a rectal reaming, and the combination of that with the eating of her cunt by Vanessa had her so soaked, that Ted's mother's face was finally drenched with girl-cum. 

Within half an hour, Ted was coming into Isabel, and she was messing up Vanessa's makeup and hair with vaginal juice (to which Vanessa added her own sweat). Next, Ted withdrew from Isabel, leaving a dripping, slopping load of cum, and told her to turn her back toward Vanessa, so she could rim her semen-covered ass. 

Vanessa surprised both of them with the enthusiastic lapping of Isabel's milky ass. Clearly, she was turned on by the sweet, swarthy sphincter and the sperm pouring down it onto Isabel's thighs, which Vanessa also licked. 

While his mother ate anus, Ted entered her cunt again, pounding her sweet pussy with a passionate rhythm. When he came with a massive load of cum in her womanhood, he just kept fucking her until the 1st ejaculation was followed by a 2nd, but he would not quit yet. 

All of this time, Vanessa was still rimming Isabel, and now Ted told the two of them to get on the bed and rub their cunts, which would make his cum spill over from his Mom's cunt into his partner's. As they did so, he penetrated Isabel's hole, riding her and pushing her deeper into Vanessa. 

She then planted a kiss on her friend's mother's lips, which only got Vanessa hotter, and she started to kiss her back. Then, Ted told them to 69 each other, and they gladly obliged, both of out of fear of his strap and out of desire for each other's sex. 

Once Isabel and Vanessa had tasted plenty of pussy, Ted informed Isabel that she had done an excellent job, and therefore, she would get the chance to fuck his Mom with the strap-on, while he banged Vanessa's bottom. The DP was done with ruthless speed. Ted climbed into bed with his Mom while Isabel got out the dildo and thigh harness. Then she lay back on the mattress, turned to her side, and shoved it into Vanessa.

The forceful thrust of a plastic penis was painful, but not enough to diminish Vanessa's enjoyment of being double-penetrated, filled completely up, with sexual attention focused on her. They both slammed her with their cocks for what some must have seemed an endless period. 

Finally they came- Isabel on her dildo, and Ted in his mother's ass. Then, Ted announced that the last act of the night would be a reversal of what they just did- Isabel butt-fucking Vanessa, and Ted sliding his dick into his Mom's home plate. 

They fucked furiously now, sensing that this was the final shot for all of them that night, because they were nearing exhaustion. After a series of powerful thrusts, Isabel came first, then Ted, and finally, so did Vanessa. Ted then told his Mom she had been too slow, and that he was consequently more tired than he should be, so she would have to be taught a lesson. 

He made Isabel bring out the strap, saying "Mom, you need to be whipped into shape here, and Isabel is going to do you that favor. Iz, give her 10 good lashes." 

Isabel responded quickly "Yes, sir, Master! I"m going to love this!" 

Vanessa screamed, but she was hand-cuffed, then gagged, and finally, as tears came to her eyes, she felt the strokes of the strap hitting her body and creating 10 crimson welts. At last, after pain that seemed would never stop, Ted made Isabel stop, telling her to pose with his mother in a dominant position, with her riding Vanessa's back like she was a horse. 

Ted photographed his sweaty, slutty, submissive Mom in a picture that screamed lesbian bondage (except for the not so apparent semen all over their bodies), knowing that he really had his Mom right where he wanted her- under his roof and under his rule. What was more surprising was the extent to which Isabel also belonged to him now, and he could make both of them do whatever he wanted of them.

He may have gone 3 days without cumming, due to the move, but he had completely caught up that night. All of that excessive cum was expelled.



Ted Tells His Wife



Jenny was smart as well as curious. She explored the history files on our computer and found e-mail that I thought I had deleted. She read the letters that I sent to other men and those that were sent to me. Jenny read them all. I was out of the closet! She confronted me one night. 

After supper, we were watching the news on television. 

Abruptly she said, "I want you to read some things that I printed out of the computer." 

Having no idea what she was talking about, I said, "Sure."

Jenny went into the office and came out with a stack of papers. I looked up at her and, looking me straight in the eye, she handed them to me. I began to read.

The first one said, "I can hardly wait to taste your hard cock in my mouth. I'm sitting here with a hard-on thinking of how I'm going to suck you."

There was no need to read anymore. I sat there looking at the floor. It was all over. I loved Jenny and I knew I had lost her. 

"I never had a clue that you were bisexual," she said. "You certainly make love to me alright. How long have you felt this way?" 

I couldn't answer. My heart was full of shame. 

"Ted," Jenny continued, "we have to talk about this. I'm confused."

I looked up at her. "It started when I was about 14 or 15 years old." I said. All the guys experimented with jack-off sessions, but one buddy that I was close to wanted more. I was very curious too. We went all the way. We sucked each other off, came in each other's mouths and swallowed each other's sperm. We even screwed each other in the ass a few times. That lasted for about a year and he moved away. That was the end of it. I hadn't even thought about guys or cocks until just recently. I was in the chat rooms and explored everywhere, including the gay and bi chats. It turned me on again to cocks. I just couldn't put it out of my mind. Finally I met with a guy and we had sex. It really turns me on. I love to do it. I can't help it. My sex with you is still terrific, but it's different. Maybe it's because it is a big no-no that makes it exciting. I don't know, but I know I can't resist it. Do you want me to leave?"

Jenny didn't answer my question. She sat down next to me. "I know that, in the last few weeks you have been a lot more passionate in bed. It's like our sex life has re-awakened. Is that because you've been having sex with men?"

"I could use a stiff drink," I said. "Do you want one?"

"Yes, I really want to talk about this. It's like you're a different person."

I went to the bar and made us drinks. "At least," I thought," she's not screaming and packing my bags—yet."

I handed Jenny her drink and sat down. It was difficult to look her in the eye.

"I know I've been very horny lately," I said. "Ever since I've been doing this my cock seems to be hard all the time. It's like I found sex all over again." 

"Tell me about when you did it with the guy in the e-mails," she said.

"What do you want to know," I asked?

"Everything, I want you to tell me what you did and what he did. I'm trying to understand this."

"You really want the details?

"Yes, all the details. I want to know how you went about it, what you said, what he said, and I want to know how you felt while you were with him."

"I chatted with him in the chat rooms first. I chatted with a lot of guys, but he sounded more interesting than the others. We went to a private chat and got to know each other better. His name is Jim. He's married also. He has three kids. After e-mailing back and forth for about three weeks, he invited me to his home. His wife and kids were away. I met him at a local bar and, after a few drinks we went to his house. We went straight to his bedroom and undressed quickly. We were both very horny. Jim is a little smaller than me, but he's wiry and well built. When I saw his 8 inch cock I went right down on it."

"How did it taste," she asked?

"You know how a cock tastes," I said.

"I want to know how his tasted."

"It was hot and throbbing. I loved the taste of cock again. I licked the bulbous head and then took him all the way into my throat."

"All 8 inches?"

"Yes. I was so very horny, I almost came then."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, later. While I was sucking him he said he wanted to suck me too, so I moved around and we were in a 69 position. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me down so my cock was in his mouth. It was incredible!"

"Who came first?"

"He did. I felt his cock pulse and he shot a load into my mouth. The first squirt hit the roof of my mouth and slid down my throat."

"How did he taste?"

"It was almost sweet, but not quite, certainly not bitter. I really enjoyed it."

"You swallowed it?"

"Yes, every drop."

"Then you came in his mouth?"

"Yes, almost immediately after he came in my mouth I shot my load down his throat. I heard him moan and gulp as he swallowed."

"Then what did you do?"

"We got dressed and I left. Then the guilt set in. I felt terrible."

Jenny looked at me. "Your cock is hard now, isn't it?"

Feeling embarrassed, I said, "Yes. While I described what we did, I remembered how it felt and I got hard."

"Then you are going to do it again with him aren't you?"

It was about time I became totally truthful. "Yes, I have to."

Jenny got up and faced me. "The story made me hot too. Take your cock out."

I removed my pants along with my underwear. My cock sprang up and slapped against my stomach. Jenny knelt down and took it in both hands. She lowered her head and took me in her mouth. She sucked on the head for a while and then took me in all the way, keeping me in her throat for as long as she could. Jenny sucked hard as she withdrew her mouth from my cock.

"How am I doing," she asked? Am I as good as Jim?"

"Of course you are," I said. "You've always been the best."

She lowered her head again and resumed her sucking. Soon, I felt my sperm rumbling in my balls. I knew I would cum soon. Jenny knew this too. She let my cock slide out of her mouth and quickly removed her dress. She stood in front of me and unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her lovely tits sagged only slightly. The nipples were hard and puckered. Jenny then put her thumbs inside her lacy panties and slid the down and off. Her neatly trimmed, reddish haired pussy looked so inviting. The lips were puffy and wet. She walked toward me. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled her cunt to my face. As soon as my mouth met with her pussy lips, I could taste her juices. She was very wet. Jenny put her fingers on her pussy lips and spread them apart. Her love juices flowed freely. I opened my mouth and let my tongue explore her inner lips. She tasted wonderful. I heard her moan loudly as my eager tongue delved into her hole. Her little clit hardened and I could feel it on my tongue. It began to spasm.

"Ted, I'm cumming," she screamed. "Oh, it's a big one. Oh, yeah! Wow!"

Jenny's body trembled and shook. She grabbed the back of my head and forced her hot pussy into my mouth. She kept cumming. 

"Oh, Oh, Ted," She cried, "suck me. Suck my cunt. Eat me, I love it. It feels sooo good."

As she began to calm down her trembling began to ease up. She sat back on the floor and sighed. Jenny looked up at me. My cock was hard as stone and throbbing.

"Come and fuck me you queer bastard," she ordered. "Stick that big cock where it belongs, in my cunt. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Cum in me. Fill my cunt with your hot cum."

Jenny lie on her back and spread her legs wide. I went to her. She grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled me into her. My hard cock slid into her right up to my balls. She was so hot!

"There you cock hound," she said. "My cunt owns you now. I can make this pussy suck your cock as well as any guy can."

She lifted her ass and forced my cock in her as deep as it would go. After only a few minutes she was cumming again.

"Yeah, Fuck me baby. I'm cumming. Fill me with your seed. Oh, Oh, yeah, baby it's so good."

That was all I could take. My cock pulsed with my orgasm. Spurt after spurt of my cum shot into Jenny's pussy. It seemed it would never end. It was wonderful. 

Jenny screamed, "Oh, I can feel your cum filling me up. Oh, I'm cumming again. Oh, baby, this is the best."

As the last of my cum drained from my fading cock, I eased myself off Jenny. I could see the cum oozing out of her pussy lips and running toward her asshole. Jenny sat up and grabbed my head in her hands. She pulled me toward her open legs. 

"You like to eat cum," she said. "Here eat your own cum. Suck it out of my pussy."

She lifted her ass and my mouth found her wet cunt. I tasted my cum. I let my mouth hang open and Jenny squeezed her cunt muscles and made my cum spurt out of her pussy into my mouth. I had cum a lot. I kept drinking and swallowing. When I had all of my cum drained from my wife's pussy, I lowered my head and licked the sperm from her asshole. She moaned again as another orgasm overcame her.

We lay there spent and drained, but a wonderful feeling of contentment and satisfaction permeated our beings. 

Jenny turned to me and said, "That was the most wonderful fuck I ever had," she said. 

"Me too Jenny," I said. "I never came that much."

"Ted," she said.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to call Jim."

"You want me to call Jim? Why?"

"I want to see you two together. I want to see you suck his cock," she said, earnestly.

I moved over her and kissed her. It was so warm and wonderful. Our eyes met. 

"Hand me the phone," I said.

But of course that story will follow. I always welcome comments on my stories. I will answer all e-mails.



Ted The Bear



The cabin by the lake was perfect. Ted's birthday was going to be great. She'd been so happy since they were married 6 months ago. Never had a man effected her this way. Ted was such an amazing lover, he was always doing special things for her. This was her turn, the first time she'd plan the evening and take control. She'd sent a video to his office. A wicked smile crosses her pretty features as she set upon her task.

The cabin was quaint and rustic, support posts ran the length of the large room separating it in two. A small table to the left and the Kitchen area towards the back. A small bathroom along the back wall and a huge fireplace to the right. Before the hearth was a quilt rack full with blankets and clean linens for the sofa bed. Everything was almost perfect. As the water ran for the tub, she put the last minute touches on the place. Standing back she admired her handiwork. Yellow lilies centered the table as well as the mantel above the hearth. A large bowl of fruit on the table before the couch held strawberries and peaches, both his favorites. Butterscotch was warming in a jar by the fire. She'd positioned the couch between two of the posts, and tied silk strips to them tightly. Candles were lined up along the length of the mantel and a sparkling fire was glowing orange to match the late afternoon sunset. Everything was perfect. 

She checked the clock on the wall above the table and quickened her pace, she was getting excited. He'd be here in an hour and she had to get herself ready. Her video had been very explicit, he was to put on the cranberry silk boxers she'd enclosed, and follow the directions, and she instructed it all naked as the day she was born. This would be a night he would not soon forget. She'd planned it in her mind for months. She'd thought of everything, from the right food to the silk stockings. Now, it had finally arrived and she was ready to live it.

Stepping into the hot bath, she begins to relax as a sensuality washes over her. She smiles brightly to herself as she scrubs her body with the scented bath gel. His favorite one of course, the one she only used on those special nights. After smoothing her soft skin with silken moisture, she slipped into the silk panties and bra to match the ones she'd sent to him. Pulling on the silk stockings and covering herself with a matching short, robe, and feathery slippers. 

She attacked her hair, pinning it up on top her head, with long loose curls framing her face. A little make up and she'd be done. Checking the clock again, she poured her self a glass of wine. She hadn't realized how nervous she'd become. This night was important to her and she wanted everything to go right. She'd throw another log on the fire and finish up.

He pulled into the drive ten minutes early. He was so handsome in his dark brown suit. She loved the way the material softened his complexion and matched is eyes. His tie was undone and hanging around his open shirt collar. As he unfolded his large frame from the car, she admires the strength of him. He was a big bear of a man, reaching 6'5 with shoulders that made her knees weak. His manner was always relaxed, as it was now, he gathered some things from the trunk of the car. 

That was her Teddy Bear. He was the most sensual man she'd ever met. Just looking at him made her mind race with delicious thoughts. She steps out on to the little porch and waits for him. It was like he knows she is there. He slowly straightens up and looks at her. A sexy smile is his greeting as he slams the trunk and rounds the car. "Surprise baby" she whispers as she watches him slowly look down the length of her soft curves. He drops his bags and stands a foot away just looking at her. 

She opens her robe and teases him with a peak of her shapely body. His appreciation evident in his eyes, as they capture and hold her gaze. The passion burning there quickens her heart and sets her blood to boiling. The force of his stride and purpose takes her breath away as his body pins her against the door. "Hi sunshine" he whispers. Her breasts press against his chest and she could feel his hardness against her thigh. He wanted her to feel it. He'd obviously been thinking about this on the ride down here. Never taking her eyes from his, her soft tongue runs along the length of his mouth and a small moan escapes him at her boldness. With a throaty laughter, she runs her hands down the length of his body to caress his manhood, straining against his pants. Grasping it tightly she pulls him into the cabin. He follows her more than eagerly with a smile of delight on his handsome face. 

With darkness settling in, the light of the candles and the fire sparkle in the small room. She leads him to the sofa and before pushing him to sit, slowly removes his suit coat. Placing it neatly over the arm of the couch, she bends over him, her eyes sparkling with wickedness, daring him to play her game. Her hands moving up his chest to the collar of his shirt, she slowly removes his tie, her eyes pinning him there with her seductive gaze. Unbuttoning his shirt, she holds herself away from him, and commands him to submit to her smoldering stare. Sliding her moist tongue along his closed mouth she tastes him. The scent of his skin fills her senses and her boldness increases. Spreading his shirt wide, she slowly begins to sway her hips to the soft music playing, enticing him with her seductive rhythm. Kissing and nibbling down his chest, she captures one erect nipple between her teeth and bites him. The sound of his low growl was all she heard as a wicked gleam burned brighter in her dark passionate gaze. He was beginning to get a glimpse of her bold intensions. 

Moving him forward to remove his shirt, she presses her breasts to his face. She giggles at his playfulness as he wiggles his nose into her cleavage. Sliding the shirt off one arm she captures his hand within her own. Caressing and massaging his palm, and then she presses it between her thighs. Allowing him to feel the heat and moisture of promises to come. Seductively sliding his hand up her body, she captures his index finger in her mouth. Distracting him with her nibbles and licks, she leans over and captures one the the ties from the post. Before he realizes what is happening, she tightens the strap around his wrist. His eyes fly back to hers and a nervous smile crosses his mouth as the silk bites into his soft flesh. Slowly she takes the other hand in hers. Licking the palm and rubbing its moisture down her own neck. Again, she fastens him to the post tightly. He submits willingly, smiling brightly at her daring. Slowly she reaches into the pocket of her robe and pulls out a blindfold. 

His eyes widen at her. "I need to see you doll" he says to her anxiously. 

A sexy smile is his reply as the blindfold covered his eyes. 

Leaning closely to his ear. She whispers to him, "stand up baby" 

He moves to his feet, but cannot stand totally with his restrictive bindings. She moves the small sofa back with little difficulty and makes room for him to kneel. His arms spread wide, his body before her waiting.. he looked so delicious. Why hadn't she done this before? 

Moving in front of him, she slowly unbuttons his pants and pulls them down his thighs. He is squirming in anticipation and she is loving the control she has over this big man. Leaning down, she slips off his shoes and socks and casts them aside. Pulling his pants off his legs, she admirers her choice of boxers for him. He was so sexy, tied up and waiting. The sight of him made her want him now. "all in due time girl" she whispers to herself. 

"What," he says. 

"shhh lover" she whispers really softly next to his ear. He jumps a little bit at her sudden closeness, but smiles reassured that she is there.

"Now" she says in a sultry voice, "either you play my game like a god boy, or be punished." She giggled to herself at his wide smile. "rule #1.... no talking unless I ask you a direct question." Rule #2....don't strain against these ties too hard and bring the roof down around us" she said giggling. 

A small chuckle escaped his lips "don't worry" he said. "Shit" he exclaims, as she bites into the soft flesh of shoulder. 

"rule #1.. she whispers to him.. as she quickly sooths the pain of her sting with her soft tongue. 

His breathing increases as she continues to lick his body. Slowly moving to his neck, and up to nibble on his earlobe. She knows how much he likes his ears nibbled. 

"MMMMM" he moans. A deep growl bursts from him as she bites down on his lobe hard. 

"Now lover" she began softly. "Pay attention, cause I'm only gonna tell you the rules once."

"I'm gonna feed you.. and for every correct guess, you'll get a prize." she pauses for effect. "but, for every wrong guess, you'll get punished" giggling silently to herself she continues. "You only have one guess, so chose carefully" she finishes with a wicked smile. "Not only do you have to guess what the food is.. but you also have to guess what your eating it off of." she continued. His bright smile told her he understood her rules and was eager to begin.

Steppng back to watch him, pride in herself showing that she had gotten him to this point. She was unsure of how exactly to do it, but she'd done a fine job. He wasn't expecting this she was sure, and the excitement of controlling him burned deeply inside her. Walking to the kitchen, she refills her wine glass and decides to let him dangle there for a few minutes. He is so handsome, she cant take her eyes from him. She giggles to herself as she cracks the ice tray, and his head snaps around at the sound. She loved making him wait. 

Making her way back over to him silently, she swishes the wine around her mouth, and closes her lips over his. Opening, she pours the wine into his mouth. Most of it dribbling down his chin as he swallows and tastes its sweetness. Lapping up the wine on his face and chest.. she whispers "ok baby, you can speak two words." Moving down his body, she licks his hardness thru the silk, making him delight in the feeling while knowing where she is when he answers. This was an easy one, she knew he'd get it right. Soaking the material with her tongue she waits for his answer. Heat burning through her body as he strains and pushes against her mouth. He stifles a moan as she scratches her nails up the back of his thighs. Knowing the effort he is making cause he is normally so vocal, she delights in the added restrictions she has applied. 

"Wine.... mouth" he whispers thru clentched teeth as she takes him into her mouth through the now soaked silk. Sucking the moisture from the material, she teases him. Her nails continuing their quest up his thighs to his hard cheeks. Softly scratching and teasing his skin throught the soft silk. He struggles at the ties on his hands, and she knows he is moaning inside. Slowly licking her way back up his body, she plants a soft tender kiss on his mouth and stands up. Leaving him alone again. 

Walking over the the fruit bowl, she scoops up two strawberries. Taking a bite of the succulent fruit, letting its juicy run down her chin, she moans. Never taking her eyes off of him, she begins to rub the juice across her lips and down her throat. "I wish you could see this baby," she moans to him softly as she begins to disrobe. "There goes the bra, and," she pauses, "the panties, and one stocking," she continues throwing everything at him as she removes it, "and the other stocking" she knows this is driving him crazy. "mmm feels sooo good" she continues as she rubs the ripened fruit across her hard nipples. She watches his erection strain against the wet material as her words register. Walking closer to him. She eats the remainder of the delicious strawberry and feeds him her breast. Rubbing her nipple across his lips. Slowly his tounge darts out cautiously, tasting, feeling.. 

Mmm yes baby" she moans as he sucks her into his mouth, lapping the sweet bud offered to him feverishly. "Greedy thing, arnt ya" she moans as he attachs her flesh like a man starved. He shakes his head in response, and she laughs, he found a loop hole, clever man. "Ok baby" she whispers again, "two words." Biting the other strawberry, she rubs its juicy pulp over her other nipple roughly, teasing it to hardness. "Mmm get this one right, and ill let you suck on the other one." He didn't hesitate

"strawberries and titties" he says breathlessly, finally breaking contact with her nipple. His tounge licking the juice of the berry off his own lips, he opens his mouth to receive his prize. 

She slowly runs it across his lips, teasing him, watching his mouth search the air for her in a frenzie.... finally she lets him taste it and he devours her soft creamy mound. Her blood pounding in her ears as she watches him at her breast. Liquid heat flowing through her body as he licks and nibbles her tender flesh. Slowly she begins to retreat, watching him as he leans forward following her, but he cant lean too far and sits back smiling. 

She picks up her glass of wine, she brings it to his mouth.. allowing him to drink. He takes a deep sip and smiles his thanks. "Your welcome" she purrrs leaving him alone again. 

Taking a ripe peach from the bowl, she moves to the kitchen. Cutting it into chunks, she measures it against her belly button. Feelings of excitement bubbling within her at her ministrations. She was gonna make this one a little harder for him to guess. 

Walking back to him, she stuffs the peach into her deep naval, juices running down her belly feel warm and sticky. She is loving this. Bracing her feet outside his thighs, she grabs his head roughly, positioning it to receive the fruit. Leaning into his mouth, her offering rubbing along his lips. Again, he starts cautiously, licking and tasting, but once he removed the fruit, she pulles back. His body movement told her that she'd done a good job as she was sure he'd said "damn" in his mind. With a throaty laugh, she whispers "guess this one baby and ill let ya lick it." 

He hesitates. She moves around him as he ponders his answer. Silently, she kneels down behind him. His punishment would be a surprise this time. "Peach and Ass" he says uncertain. Quickly and sharply, she seeks her teeth into his cheek. Sucking the air in through clenched teeth, his whole body jumps at the painful contact. This time she leaves her love bite unsoothed and moves away again. 

Making her way over to the fire, she picks up the jar of butterscotch. Stirring it with her finger, she feels the warmth. Pulling the small table closer to him, she sits on it and applies the butterscotch to her smooth pouty lips. The heat seeping into her skin, teasing her. Licking her fingers she tasts the sweetness as she pours it over herself generously. Climbing up on the table, she offers herself to his waiting mouth. "Lick it all off baby" she purrs as his tounge tasts the sweet candy. He begins to lick slowly, teasing her. His tounge sliding up and down her lips, licking and tasting. Hesistating only to swallow the delight he'd gotten off. Her body is on fire as he continues to lick and eat all the butterscotch from her sweetness. Reaching down and running her hands in his hair, she moans "oh yesss baby, lick it harder." His neck is stretched as far as it will go, his body straining against his bindings to get closer to her. She delights in his eagerness to lick her sweet offering. "Ok baby" she says pulling back "two words"

"get this one right and ill let ya suck it til i cum" she continues daringly. 

Again, he didn't hesitate, "Butterscotch and pussy" he breathed out, licking the sticky sweetness from his own mouth. Flickering his tongue in the air teasingly. Shen leans into his tongue, and he wastes no time in finding the nectar hidden within her. Licking and slurping at the sticky sweetness of her and the butterscotch. "mmm baby" she moans at his firey caress. Sparks shooting thru her body as his tounge finds her hard and swollen peak. "oh right there" she breathes to him as her body is wracked with spasms. "Dont stop" she gasps as he pulls and sucks her into his mouth roughly. Her head thrown back in ectasy, she continues her game daringly. "Oh yes, thats a good boy." Suddenly she feels his fingers entering her. Snapping back to reality, she realizes that his hands are free. Looking down at him, his blind fold is gone and he is watching her. One hand is still bound and he is tugging tofree it. His eyes burn into her soal as he continues to suck on her body and bury his fingers inside her. The look in his eyes, made her feel like a naughty little girl who'd just been caught with her hands in the cookie jar. He continues his duties as her body spiral up out of control. Tightening and sucking on his fingers her body is about to explode. Then he is gone. Her head shoots up and he is behind her, lifting her in his arms. Delicious agony pumps through her body, she was so close. "Now that wasn't being a nice boy" she purrs against his neck as he carries her and places her in the exact spot hes been kneeling in. Surprise registers on her face, as she realizes his intent. "Ohhh no" she says, attempting to rise quickly out of his reach. But she is no match for him and he holds her there easily. Tying the silk around her wrist, he says "since my knees are killing, ill be mericiful and let you lay down." Just then she realized he was tying the wrong hand as he flips her over onto her belly. Excitement bubbles within her at his playfulness. The other hand is tied tightly as he moves the ties down lower on the posts allowing her to relax. Struggling to see him, she cranes her neck. Pain shoots thru her as he spanks her bottom hard. "No peaking" he says in a commanding tone. Oh my god, he has turned the tides on her. She giggles with excitement thinking if he dont kill her, shes gonna love this. 

Slowly he raises her head and places a pillow beneath it. She smiles her thanks, afraid to speak. His eyes daring her to say a word. When he realizes that she isn't gonna fall for that, he moves out of her sight. Waiting with anticipation of his next move, her blood is boiling at the erotic picture she must make laying here naked. She waits and waits but nothing is happening. "Where is he?" she thinks to herself. Slowly lifting her head, waiting for him to pounce, she looks around the room and he is gone. "Oh my god, where did he go?" She continues craning her neck to see all of the room. Listening intently, she hears him outside, was that the car door? She lays back in position and awaits his return quiet anxiously. He crashes his way back through the door, dropping his bags just inside.. "He must be bringing in his things," she thinks curiously. "Why would he do that now?" Making all kinds of noises he walks through the cabin. Back and forth from the kitchen to his things to the fire and back to the kitchen. "What is he doing?" Anticipation is reeking havoc on her body as she lays there, waiting. Trying to figure out what he is doing, she drives herself crazy with delicious thoughts. 

"Mmm babydoll, you got a great ass" he says as he steps over her from the fire to the kitchen once again. "looks quiet good with my hand print on it too" he continues teasingly. Smiling at his compliment, she wonders if that was a hint of things to come. Anxiety rising in her, she pulls on her restraints. Laughingly, he says to her "dont even try love, your mine now." With the deep timber of his laughter filling her ears he continues, "even if you got lose, which i know you wont, I'll just tie you up again." 

She giggles her delight and revels in the grizzly she has set lose on her soal. Excitement gripping her tightly and she feels like she is about to burst when he finally returns to her. "Now darling, he begins. "The only restrictions I'll insist on is that you continuously talk, dont stop. If you stop, you'll be dealt with harshly," he laughs. "Oh and you cant see either." He continues as he places the blind fold over her eyes. 




Ted The Bear



"Oh god, just dont hurt me" she says pleadingly, little nervousness evident in her voice. 

"Dont worry doll" he moans to her as his mouth makes contact with the back of her thigh. "It will only hurt for a minute" he continues as his tongue begins to lick upward, teasing her sensative skin. "I suggest you start talking or your gonna feel my bite" he finishes teasingly as his teeth scrape the curve of her bottom. 

"Ohhh" she starts at his threat. His nibbles feel soo good, she couldn't help but voice her feelings "mmm god baby," she starts as her breathing increases quickly. His teeth nibbling upward to the soft fleshy mound of her bottom. "Mmmm god that feels wonderful, your giving me goosebumps" she giggles as he begins to nibble harder and harder. "Oh yes, mmmm baby,, so good." His hands begin to caress and knead her backside roughly. "Mmm I love the feel of your hands on me," she continues. It was beginning to get distracting having to talk continuously, she wonders if this is what he had in mind. Normally, she was a moaner not a talker. "Ohhh baby, mmm is it getting hot in here?" She giggles, running out of things to say, as his hands and mouth continue to caress and knead her soft skin. 

"Funny you should ask that" he begins, just as she feels a burning heat on her cheek. 

"OOOO" she exclaims at the hot contact. But as soon as the pain registers, its soothed by cold. "Oh my god baby, is that ice?" She moans as her body quivers with the sensations he is inflicting. "mmmm ted, your not burning your name in my ass are ya" she teases. 

He chuckles in reply as the heat returns to her skin, lower this time, dripping, scorching her body and senses. "Aaaa" she moans as the cold comes, slower this time, letting her feel the heat a bit longer. "Ohh god" she moans thru clentched teeth as it comes again. "Your driving me crazy" she moans out loudly as the ice is returned to her heated flesh. Lower, the heat comes again, "oooo" she moans sucking in her breath as the pain of the heat sears through her body and drips down her bottom in tantilizing droplets. The shock of the ice getting colder as her body is burning from within. "Ohhhh yes" she groans as the heat comes again, dripping down filling the crevice of her bottom. "Oh god baby" was all she could manage, as the heat comes again. No ice this time, just hot burning waves of pleasure shooting through her. Lower and lower the heat moves. Dripping and burning its way into her body. Her voice is cracking, and her mouth is dry "ohh teddy" she pants, as the heat comes again, dripping between her lips, scorching its way thru her sensative skin. "Oh my god baby, your gonna make me cum" she groans out thru clenched teeth as he pours the liquid heat directly on her exposed clit. "Aaaaaaa" she screams at the pleasure of the heat burning her so hotly. Her body begins to convulse as she feels the ice again. "Oh god baby, its so cold" she pants about to lose control of herself. The coldness sinking deep inside her as he fills her with ice, she moans out loudly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" her climax begins as the heat is poured directly onto her again. Her breathing is out of control as her body is wracked with spasm after spasm. The cold seeping out of her as the ice melts, running down to sooth the heat applied to her swollen peak. "TEDDDDDDDDDD" she screams as body explodes in waves after wave of searing heat. "Ohhhh" she continues as he again administer the heat to her body. "Aaaaahhhhhhh" she screams louder as the contact is so hot to her over sensative skin. Her body seemingly caught in oragasmic pleasure as he applies the cold again. Convulsing and bucking in her glory she continues to scream. Loud gutteral screams from deep inside as her body orgasms so hard.

"Oh yeah baby" he moans to her. "oh yes baby that's it, I want to hear it" Suddenly he is deep inside her, his voice in her ear " Louder baby, scream louder" he pants in her ear as he pounds his hardness into her body. She couldn't do anything but scream, as he continues to command her entire being. "oh yes love, cum for me, cum all over me" he continues to her as she tightens and sucks on his hardness buried deep inside her. He continues to push into her harder and faster. " Oh god i love fucking you" he moans out as he pumps faster and faster. One final scream of intensity bursts from her as she feels his hot seed throb into her. "Ohhh yessssss" he moans loudly in her ear as he holds his body deeply in her and empties himself. 

Panting and sweating, she collapses back on the pillow and he holds her tightly to him, letting their bodies relax. He removes her blindfold and unties her hands. Kissing her passionately, looking deeply into her eyes, he whispers against her lips, "have i told you today that I love you."

"Uh huh" she moans in response, smiling as he pulls her back into his arms. Her teddy bear had returned.



Ted



Ted was dreaming he was lying in a field of clover. He thought he felt a light breeze on his face. Suddenly he felt something, a pleasant feeling, in his groin. He opened his eyes and saw his loving mother sitting beside him with her hand stroking his cock. 

"People will say we've done something terrible," she said, " I would be in a lot of trouble, if anyone should..."

"Mom!! I love you... more than anything else in the world" Ted interrupted, "I would never betray you. " 

She smiled at him. She knew he would say that, she just had to hear it for herself. She knew they belonged to each other, and would for a very long time. 

She felt his cock growing harder, and then did something that surprised even her. 

She bent over and put his penis in her mouth and started sucking it. She had never done this to any man, had not ever felt close enough to any man to perform this act. She could taste her dried love juices on his cock, and the taste of her own son made her suck even faster. 

Ted was in shock. His own mother, on top of everything else that had happened today, was now sucking his cock. He could feel the onset of an orgasm. 

"Mom be careful" he said, "I'm ready to shoot another load. "

She heard him, but wasn't about to stop. On this night of "firsts," she was going to swallow a mouthful of her beautiful son's love juice. She felt him stiffen, and then felt his warm seed fill her mouth. She swallowed it all, not wanting to waste a drop, and then sat up and looked at Ted. 

"I love you so much Teddy," she said, "you have given me so much pleasure tonight I don't want this to ever end. "

She reached over and held his cock again, and felt it starting to grow hard once more. 

"Just lie back and let mommy do all the work. "

Obediently, Ted lay on his back, and watched as his mother straddled his hips and lowered her vagina onto his erect cock. She started to make up and down movements that made the wondrous feeling inside him reappear. He reached up and grabbed a tit with each hand, and started gently kneading them. He tweaked each nipple as the passion inside continued to rise. 

Anne watched her son, writhing with pleasure, underneath her. She knew he was close to cumming, which only made her pound up and down harder on his cock as her arousal increased. 

Finally, Ted could stand it no longer. He grabbed his mother's hips, and thrust his pelvis up into her, going as deep into her vagina as he possibly could. 

"Ahhhhhh...," he groaned, as another load of cum filled his mother's pussy. As the orgasm subsided he peacefully fell asleep, completely exhausted. 

Anne looked down at her sleeping son, and with a smile on her face, lay down beside him and quickly fell asleep herself. 

The sunlight coming through the bedroom window roused Anne. She looked at her son, who was still sleeping peacefully, and decided to have a shower. She walked quietly to the bathroom, so as not to disturb Ted, and closed the door. She adjusted the water temperature until it felt relaxing to her body. She stood under the shower head until her whole body was drenched in warm water. She leisurely ran the soap over her body, recalling what it had felt like when Ted had caressed the same body. 

Suddenly the door to the shower opened. 

"May I come in?" smiled Ted, stepping inside and closing the door, knowing beforehand what the answer would be. 

Mother and son locked themselves in a tender embrace, each running their hands over the other's torso. 

"Let me soap you," his mother said, as she started to caress his chest with the soap. She reached down and started to wash his groin, and once again his manhood began to stiffen. 

He turned his mother around so that her back was facing him. He gently grabbed her shoulders, and using them as support slid his dick into her vulva from behind. 

She reached out to the walls of the shower to keep from falling over as he drove into her with renewed passion. She felt like a mare impaled by her stallion as he continued thrusting into her. 

He grabbed her breasts and gently squeezed them as he continued to pump his mother. The feeling of her ass banging against him as he mated with her was driving him wild. Finally, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her, again filling her with his juice, and was rewarded with an incredible orgasm. 

Anne was feeling pretty good herself. When her son grabbed her tits while screwing her from behind, she realized that she was his totally. She knew that she would do whatever he wanted, wherever and whenever. 

When he was finished, Anne said, "We can't go on like this without food. Finish showering while I go downstairs and make us some breakfast. "

She stepped out of the shower and quickly towel-dried her hair. She put on a clean pair of panties, threw on her bathrobe, and went down to the kitchen. 

Ted continued to languish in the shower. As he ran the soap over his body, he thought about the events of the last twenty-four hours. He realized that he and his mother needed each other, and they certainly didn't need anyone else. They could give each other the love and affection they had both been looking for. He turned the shower off after rinsing his body. He towelled himself off and put on a pair of boxer shorts. He didn't normally wear them, preferring the bikini briefs, but he figured they were more respectable for "breakfast wear". He hoped too, that they would soon be back in bed, so there was no reason to get fully dressed. He went downstairs to the kitchen. 

When he got there, his mother had her back to him as she was hanging up the extension phone. She turned to face him. He marvelled at how beautiful she looked standing there, with her robe open, barely covering her breasts, and exposing her white panties. 

"That was your father on the phone. He said he might be home next weekend. I told him not to bother. I told him I was tired of his whoring around, and our marriage was finished. I said my lawyer would be in touch with him, because I was going to get a divorce. "

Ted was dumbfounded, but he knew his mother had put up with a lot from his father, and he reasoned, these recent events between he and his mother had shown her she could lead a happy life. 

"You're eighteen years old, and can do what you want. I won't stand in your way. You can live with your father, where ever that might be, or you can strike out on your own. I don't want to pressure you, but I want you to stay with me. We can carry on as we have over this past day, just you and me, but the decision is yours. "

"Ma," Ted said, tears in his eyes, I love you. We need each other. We don't need any one else. Of course I'm staying with you, as long as you want me to. "

There were tears in Anne's eyes too. She knew they were meant for each other. She knew they would be loyal to each other and create a bond of love that no one could come between. 

She dropped to her knees, and pulled down his shorts. She grasped his penis and put it in her mouth and started sucking. She reached up and grabbed the cheeks of his ass with each hand. She started kneeding his behind, and then pulled his ass closer as she tried to get as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. 

He reached down and grabbed the hair on her head for support as he felt his knees buckle. After a few moments he reached further down and lifted his mother by her arms to a standing position. 

"My turn," he said. 

He removed her panties, and lifted her, still wearing her robe, onto the kitchen table. He dropped to his knees and started licking his mother's pussy. 

Her hands reached back for support on the table, as his "magic" tongue darted over her mons. 

When he noticed that his mother's beaver was moist, which didn't take too long, he stood up, and gently made her lie down. 

He stopped for a moment to take in the sight. Here was his beautiful mother, lying on her back on the kitchen table, with her legs spread, waiting for her son to fuck her. And he was not going to disappoint her. 

She was lying there looking up at her son thinking what a wonderful boy-- no-- man he was. He was caring and loving and they would be happy together. Now, as they were about to consummate their love again, she had no regrets about what had taken place and happily looked forward to her new relationship with her son. As he moved towards her with his tool standing at attention, she raised her legs so he could take her deep. 

He slid his swollen member into his mother's pussy with ease. The wetness of her vagina made it move so smoothly. He started grinding his pelvis into her's. This was not going to be an act of lovemaking, this was going to be an act of lust. He stood there pounding into his mom and she lay there with her heels locked on his shoulders, screaming encouragement to him. 

"Fuck me baby, I'm all yours, do what ever you want to me, I love it. Don't hold back, give me everything, I want to do everything with you. 

His mother's words were pounding in his ears. He was like a wild animal. He was humping her so hard he thought he might break the table. When he came, he thought it would never end. He kept convulsing again and again as he poured into his mom. 

She was engulfed with passion as her son kept thrusting into her. She dug her nails into his back as he drove into her. She was unaware of the animal-like noises that came from her lips as mother and son remained physically joined, while lying of the kitchen table. 

When they came, they both let out wild screams of joy, as they reached a new level of pleasure. They both lay still for a few moments, son lying on top of mom, kneading her breasts, mom caressing son's bare buttocks. 

Finally Anne spoke. 

"We really should have something to eat. You must be famished, I know I am. We can do more of this later, if you want," she joked. 

As they both got off the table she said, "Take the tray of food up to the bedroom, we obviously can't eat in here. I'll re-heat the tea and be up in a minute. 

Ted nodded in agreement and went upstairs. As Anne was going up the stairs with the tea, the phone rang. She heard Ted answer it using the extension in her bedroom. 

When she reached the bedroom, her son was just hanging up the phone. 

"Who was that?," she asked, as she slipped into the bed beside her son. 

"That was Donnie," he replied. "He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the ball game with him this afternoon. I told him thanks, but, I was staying in bed all weekend. "

They both laughed as they ate their breakfast.



Teddy



[I'm the same guy who posted stories as Scorpio44. This story isn't about sex. It's about respect. No slut women, no cheating husbands, no first time sex. ]

Every friend I have now says the same things about me. "He's as big as a bear and as tough as a teddy." "I've never heard him raise his voice, ever." All the way up into high school any kid who wanted to pick a fight found me. I came home with black eyes, a broken nose, chipped teeth and bruises all over. As a freshman I got whipped by a senior for being in his way and I peed blood for three weeks. I just didn't want to fight.

My Dad was a mild spoken man. He never yelled at either my sister or me. After the senior kicked my ass he took me to a camp about forty miles from home. I lived there for three weeks. The brothers who ran the camp were friends of Dad's. Dad told the school I was off to my cousin's farm to help out while my cousin recovered from an operation. They spent the three weeks teaching me to fight.

Not karate, judo or any of that fancy stuff where you get a black belt. They taught me one thing. End the fight. Their motto was that any fight that lasted half a minute was a dance.

They convinced me that there were only two reasons to fight: To protect someone who couldn't protect themselves and to protect yourself. Bud said every day, "Never start a fight and end every fight."

I was convinced that they would know about any fight I was in and if I broke the rules they would come and deal with me. I was more afraid of them than I was of God.

When the three weeks were up I came back. Over dinner Dad asked me about what I had learned. My Mom and sister had gone to town for some social event so it was just him and me. I told him the rules and that I was no longer afraid.

At school a few people asked me about working on my cousin's farm. I told them I was glad to be home where I didn't have to do all the work.

That first Friday night back Dad lent me the truck so my sister and I could go to the basketball game and dance at school. We lost the game by ten points. My sister sat with her friends and we agreed to meet at the truck at eleven o'clock. I danced a few dances and mostly hung out with four of my friends. I looked for her every few dances, doing like Mom told me to, "Watch after your sister."

After I danced the last dance with Cheryl Whitcom I needed to pee before driving home, so I went into the boys' bathroom. Three of the football jocks came in after I was already in. They began talking trash to me and baiting me. Jack Alberts blocked my way to the door and when I moved to go around him he asked, "What's your hurry? Afraid someone might be talking to your little sis?"

I realized that the fourth of their unit, Frank Talbot, wasn't with them. They were sent to delay me while Frank played with my sister.

"Guys, Mom gave me the job of lookin out for her. I hafta! Now, let me pass."

Jack pushed me. "You can go when I say you can go."

"If something happens to Nancy..."

"What are you gonna do? Get your ass kicked?" Bob asked as he pushed me.

"I don't want to fight you." I said.

"Tough! Cause the only way you're getting out of here in through us." Jack said, smiling.

"I'm not allowed to fight..."

Jack threw a punch and it hit me in the chest. I saw it coming and moved back a few inches, taking all the power out of the punch. My left foot swept out and lifted Jack's leg, dumping him on his back. He also landed on the back of his head. Bob swung at me and I hit his nose with my open hand. It opened like a faucet and blood poured down his face and shirt. The third of the trio grabbed my shirt and ripped it as he tried to knee me.

I spun away from his grasp, leaving him a handful of shirt. I braced my left foot on the ground and put my right foot on his knee. One hard push and he screamed and went down. I looked and saw that the threat to me was over. 

As I left the boys bathroom I said to Mr. Williams the football coach, "You better check on your boys. They were fighting in there."

I ran out the side door and to the parking lot. Frank had Nancy pinned against our truck. He had a crowd of ten or twelve onlookers watching him toy with Nancy. She was holding the front of her dress. It was ripped and Frank was asking her to give him another look. 

When I was about four feet from him I asked, "Nancy, who ripped your dress?"

He spun around and faced me. His eyes flared and he said, "How'd you get loose, Teddy bear?"

"Nancy, did Frank tear your dress?"

"Yes." Her voice was scared and she was crying.

"Frank, you owe her an apology and the money for a new dress."

"Tough Shit! I just bought these new boots and I don't have money to by any bitch a dress!" 

I remembered the rules. Protect those who can't protect themselves and protect myself. I didn't need it. Nancy did.

"Get in the truck Nan."

"Oh no. I'm not done with her."

"Yes, you are." I didn't know it but the crowd was now fifty people, behind me. Nancy opened the door to the truck and Frank spun around and grabbed her, pulling her away from the truck and in the process he further tore her dress. The toe of my boot between his legs lifted him completely off the ground and he screamed. He released Nancy and tried to turn to fight me. My hands grabbed his head and slammed it into my knee. I heard bones break. I saw blood spurt. I dropped him on the ground.

I looked up and the Principal was standing there. "He attacked my sister. No one attacks a girl." I bent to Frank and pulled off his new boots. "Frank, you can have the boots back when you pay for her dress." I tossed them in the back of the truck.

I got in the truck and drove home. When I got there a police car was already there. The police officer was sitting in our kitchen having coffee with Mom and Dad. He took one look at Nancy's dress and started writing his report. Dad asked what would happen next. He guessed that when the families cooled off they would decide not to pursue any charges. After all, Teddy Bear whipped four big football players.

Mom took Nancy to her room and found a few bruises and a couple scratches on her. I asked for the dress. Mom gave it to me.

Dad and I walked out to the barn. He asked what happened. I told him. He told me he was proud of me.

The next day I worked all day around our farm. If our phone rang, I didn't know about it. On Sunday morning Dad asked if I wanted to go to church. All four boys I kicked went to the church and so did their parents. I got dressed up and put the torn dress in a bag. Dad watched and didn't say anything. When we went to the truck I pulled the boots out of the truck bed and threw them in with our three sows.

"Remind me never to piss you off," Dad said.

We walked in a few minutes late and took our seats. The pastor shot us a look and when it was time for the sermon he lit into me. Not by name, of course, but his words made it clear that someone in our congregation started a fight at school and he should be punished.

I sat quietly and looked at him as he continued. Finally, after everyone was clear that I was the devil and would roast in hell I stood up. I picked up the bag and went to the front of the congregation. I looked at the pastor and said, "Can I ask you a question, pastor?"

He nodded. "If you were at a function with your wife and she was wearing a new dress and when you came outside someone was standing with her and had torn her dress... like this." I pulled the dress out and showed how it was torn. "And she told you who tore it, and he tore it again in front of you, would you allow him to strip her of her clothes and her dignity?"

Not a sound was made. "I didn't think so. Three of Frank's buddies tried to keep me in the boy's bathroom so Frank could play with my sister. I could not allow that. It is my job to protect my sister and any other person who cannot protect themselves. I didn't kill anyone. I want it known. I am the teddy bear, unless someone threatens my family or someone smaller than them. I notice Frank isn't in church today. I think his football career is over. He has no reason to be mad at me. He did this to himself. I have a pair of his boots and he can have them back when he pays for this dress."

I carried the dress in my hand as I walked out of the church. My Dad, Mom and sister followed me. When we got to the truck Frank's Dad met us. 

"My son told me a different story."

"Ask Nancy what happened. Ask her to show you the scratches on her chest from Frank's fingernails."

"Throw the boots away. I'll pay for the dress." He pulled out his wallet.

"That's not gonna do it. You didn't do it. You didn't rip her dress and bare her breast for anyone to see. Frank did that. He needs to pay. He's sitting home putting a story together where I'm the bad guy. He was just being friendly and I went crazy. You bought that story. I don't. He owes her a public apology and the money for a new dress. His money!"

Frank's Dad was crying. He looked at his wife and said, "We need to go home." He turned back to me and said, "He'll give her the apology and the money at school."

"Thank you. While you're at it, could you let the pastor know that I don't appreciate being convicted by him without even a trial?" We got in the truck and left.

Mom made a great dinner and Nancy spent hours in her room crying. At eight o'clock a car parked between the barn and our back door and the pastor and his wife got out. I watched them walk to our back door from my bedroom window.

When I got to the living room everyone was standing. Nancy wasn't there. I turned and went to her room. I knocked and said, "Nan, please come to the living room. I want you to hear what the pastor has to say. You heard him in church in front of the whole damn town. Please come stand beside me."

The door opened and she came out. She had on one of my old t-shirts and a pair of bib overalls. We held hands and went to the living room.

The pastor didn't say anything when we entered the room. So, I did.

"Welcome to our home Mrs. Askan. Pastor, Why are you here?"

"I'm here to apologize."

"Save it. By my watch you spent twenty-six minutes of church today condemning me. You were judge and jury and you were wrong! You slandered my sister, my family and me. Now, hours later you drive out here in the dark to apologize. I won't accept it. Let me know when you're spending twenty-six minutes of sermon apologizing. I'll be there. If that sounds rude, then please know I do not intend to be rude. I do intend to stand up for what's right and if Jesus was standing right here with us I have no doubt he would agree with me."

I turned and with my arm around Nancy we walked outside. She was crying. We went near our well and sat. A few minutes passed and the pastor and his wife came out and left. Dad and Mom came out and found us.

"Son, in case you didn't know, I'm proud of you. The pastor just got a huge lesson from a fifteen year old. So did I. Nancy, what are you thinking and feeling?"

"My brother loves me! He protected me; and four to one wasn't enough to stop him."

Mom asked, "I wonder what school will be like on Monday."

"So do I." I said.

Dad lent us the truck on Monday. I parked in the student parking lot and on the way to class I noticed that people were looking at us. In first period I noticed that Bob wasn't in his seat. No one said anything.

Frank wasn't in third period Algebra II. The teacher asked if anyone knew where Frank was. Alice said, "He's in the hospital with a broken leg." The teacher didn't ask any more questions.

By fifth period I knew it wasn't likely anyone was going to talk to me. Fifth period was gym. I'd damaged four of his best football players. I figured I was in for a tough day. He came out and asked if there was anyone who didn't know why Frank, Bob, Jack and Kenny were absent. Two boys raised their hands.

The coach called on two boys to explain what happened. They told the story as they heard it, from Jack and Frank. Then the coach told the story as he knew it. He was the one who found the three in the boys' bathroom. He had rushed out in time to see Frank be extra stupid and to see what I did.

He finished by saying, "I wish I treated my sister with that much respect. I hope each of you learns something about how to treat a woman. If you didn't I'm sure Teddy will give you a lesson."

I looked around. "Teddy?" It hit me. I might have had a different name last week but from now on, I was Teddy.

At the end of school I met Nan back at the truck. She got in and said, "People I don't even know talked to me today." A minute later she said, "They wanted to know about you."

"What?"

"The questions girls ask when they're interested in a guy."

"Are you kidding?"

"No. And, they don't call you Pete."

"I know. Coach called me Teddy."

"I think it's cute."

"Spare me. That's not what I want to be, cute!"

"Are we going to the basketball game and dance this Friday?"

"You want to?"

"There are fifty girls who want to dance with you. Personally, I'm afraid no boy will come near me, ever again."

"We should go. Otherwise it may look like we have something to be ashamed of."

"I need a new dress."

"Let's talk to Mom."

"No. Dad. He's a softer touch."

When we walked into the dance after the game (we won by fourteen) the room got quiet. Nan started to move toward her friends when I saw Frank on crutches, headed our way. I stopped her. We watched him come closer and closer. The cast went from high on his thigh to his ankle.

"Nancy, I came here to apologize to you. I could make excuses but I won't. I did what I did because you wouldn't pay any attention to me. That makes me an ass. I withdrew a hundred and fifty dollars from my savings and I want to give it to you for the dress. If it was more, tell me and I'll get the rest."

"That's enough." Nancy said. She took the money and gave it to me. 

Frank looked at me and said, "I deserved the ass kicking you gave me. I'll be reminded every day of the rest of my life. No more football. I get a limp. I'm sorry I disrespected you and your family. I hope someday you can forgive me. Both of you."

I noticed he was starting to shake. He wasn't stable on the crutches. I stepped to him and put my arm around him. I said, "This man needs a chair. Get him a chair."

As soon as he was sitting in a chair I pushed it to the side of the dance floor and sat next to him. The music started and I looked at Frank. "How soon will the cast come off?"

"Six more weeks."

"How will you get to school?"

"Don't know. Dad drove me here tonight and he'll be back pretty soon to take me home."

"I'll take you. Let me call your Dad."

"Why?"

"Are you just as stupid tonight?"

"No. I'm smarter."

"Ok. Then let me be your friend. Nan wasn't dissing you, she's just shy."

I left him and called his Dad. At the end of the dance we got him in the cab with us and dropped him at home. Nan told me they had talked for almost half of the dance. I was so busy dancing I hadn't noticed. At least that's what I told Nan.

I watched the next football season. We won one and lost fifteen. Coach was quoted in the paper as saying we had a Teddy season. The kids all knew what he meant.

Frank did go away to college, but not to play football. He studied business and came back to town to run the hardware store. He asked me to stand up for him at his wedding. How could I say no? He was marrying Nan.

I wondered what to give him for a wedding gift. I gave them some stuff for their home, but I wanted to give him a personal gift. I talked to Nan and she agreed. I gave him the dress. Everyone in town still calls me Teddy.