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Lisa

By: Patrick



I moaned as the big thick cock shifted and twisted inside me, sending shafts of fire up through my body, and as the lips brushed over my sensitive breasts and turgid nipples! it felt so good! I felt so good! and it had all happened so quickly and unexpectedly!

Devastated by the break up of a particularly special relationship, I'd sought to escape the city, escape the knowing looks and pseudo sympathy of friends and colleagues, so I'd rung auntie Edith and Uncle Bert and asked if I could come and stay for a while. They had this amazing property that was part hills and part forests, with a beautiful self built house that seemed to blend in totally with the environment, I'd loved spending my holidays there as a child, even thought the rest of the family tended to regard uncle Bert and auntie Edith as more than a little weird, they were conservationists before that word became fashionable! When my teen years came along of course, priorities changed, so I hadn't been out there for over 6 years, but they were delighted for me to come and stay for a while, so I drove over late afternoon on the Friday. It was now mid evening and things had taken a decidedly different tack to what I'd expected!!

After the usual effusive greetings and small talk we'd sat down to the beautiful country meal that Edith - she asked me to drop the auntie as we were both grown ups now! - had prepared, and conversation was kept light and inconsequential. It wasn't until we were sitting in the lounge room later that uncle Bert asked what had caused this sudden decision to visit, and all the emotion boiled up again and I burst into tears! they were both incredibly solicitous and caring and immediately came over and gave me a joint hug, and for a while I just nestled into their arms and sobbed my heart out while telling them of my terrible tragedy, although in the telling, it didn't seem as terrible as it had even a short while ago! then Edith suggested that what I needed was a gentle soothing massage, so they led me into the other room and while uncle Bert went out to get some perfumed oil, Edith undressed me and placed me face down on the table. I must admit there was a momentary embarrassment when Edith said that everything had to come off, especially when she said that both of them were going to be involved in the massage, but eventually I removed the last piece of clothing and lay naked on the table, a slight shiver running through me that wasn't caused by the cold because in fact it was deliciously warm in the room as it caught the late evening sun. Edith decided just to go with the natural light supplemented by a couple of candles, and put on some gentle soothing music to help create an even more relaxing mood.

Then uncle Bert returned with the oil and the massage began. It felt a little strange at first having two pairs of hands stroking the oil into my body, but they seemed to move in perfect unison and harmony, and I soon found myself beginning to relax and enjoy. Their hands moved gently over my shoulders and back for quite some time, obviously waiting until I became comfortable and relaxed before moving on, because when they did move on and I felt their hands beginning to stroke my naked buttocks and the tops of my legs and thighs, quite different feeling began to come into play! feelings of gentle pleasure that were decidedly sexual! I tried hard to focus solely on the delightful relaxing nature of the massage, but with two pairs of hands - and I was extremely conscious that one pair was male! - lightly stroking and squeezing my buttocks, it was becoming extremely difficult, I could sense my body itself reacting and responding to the stroking hands! at times almost lifting from the table in search of more!! Edith was obviously attuned to the battle that was going on inside me, because she slowly stroked her hands up my back to lightly massage my neck and lean down and whisper in my ear "It's OK honey, just relax, just let yourself enjoy everything, right now your body needs to feel loved, needs to be loved, just let it happen!", then she slowly returned her hands to once again stroke and squeeze my buttocks, while uncle Bert moved down to work on my calves and feet. I tried to do as Edith had suggested and just relax and enjoy, and found it surprisingly easy to surrender to the warmth and the pleasure that their hands were bringing to me! I even accepted that it was ok if some of those pleasures felt a little sexual!

I did have a fleeting moment of panic when Edith said it was time to turn over and I realised that uncle Bert would be seeing me completely naked, my breasts, my pussy, everything! but then the panic was replaced by an unexpected thrill running through me, and I realised with a start that the thought of uncle Bert seeing me like that actually excited me! I even found myself wondering if he'd think I was beautiful! what a crazy thought!! Then I'd turned over and was lying on my back and I heard a distinct intake of breath! but whether from Edith, uncle Bert or both I wasn't sure! Then their hands were working on me again, one pair smoothly stroking over my feet and legs, the other over my neck and shoulders, obviously this time they were going to work independently and meet in the middle! I guess I became conscious of the hands at my neck and shoulders first, they felt slightly rougher, so I knew they were uncle Bert's, and with so little area to work on, they soon began to move downwards, down towards my breasts! I could feel myself tense up! and obviously uncle Bert did too and he leaned forward and said quietly, "Just relax Lisa, let your body experience and enjoy fully! after all don't your beautiful breasts deserve as much loving as the rest of you?". His quiet words slammed through me like an explosion! beautiful, he called them beautiful, did he really think they were beautiful? this was crazy! and my breasts! they seemed to be calling out to me 'yes, we want to be touched!', and then they were being touched and oh god it felt so good! I'm sure my body squirmed with the sheer pleasure of that incredibly gentle first touch! then I heard Edith's voice as if from a great distance, "That's better, Lisa, let your body enjoy! you have such a beautiful body, it deserves all the pleasure it can get! can't you feel how your breasts are eager for Bert's touch? can't you feel how they're responding?", and I could feel! I could feel my nipples stiffening and swelling and the skin stretching over my breasts becoming more and more sensitive, and waves of pleasure were rolling right through my body! Pleasure that intensified incredibly when Edith's fingers trailed between my open legs and brushed across my pussy!!

My whole body seemed to leap off the table! and when it landed again my legs were even further apart than before!! giving Edith's stroking fingers even greater access! but she didn't immediately take advantage of it, choosing instead to let her hands roam upwards across my stomach to join Bert's briefly on my breasts, before sliding down and again briefly brushing them over my pussy! there was no use trying to pretend any more, I was feeling more sexually aroused than I'd ever done before!! and yet it was still an incredibly languid, relaxed sort of turn on!! Perhaps there was a peculiar unfathomable expression on my face as I acknowledged and accepted the arousal they were creating in my body, because I heard Bert whisper softly to Edith, "perhaps we'd better stop! perhaps this isn't what she needs right now!" and I heard Edith responding, "She needs to be loved, she needs to know that she doesn't need to hold on to yesterday's pain, she needs to enjoy the moment! but if you want to back off, if you want to stop loving her?"

I was amazed at the sudden panic that flew through me at the thought that they might stop! and I couldn't stop myself, I cried out, "Oh no!, don't stop!, please don't stop!, please! I want you to love me, I want it so much!" this time I was sure the sharp intake of breath came from both of them! but it was Bert who spoke, "Are you sure, Lisa?, are you really sure? it's only right we should tell you that if we go on we're not going to stop until we've loved you completely, until both of us have loved you completely!!!" I groaned as the full impact of what he said and what he meant burst like a thousand firecrackers in my head, this was totally wild, totally bizarre, my uncle and auntie wanted to make love to me, wanted to have sex with me and were virtually asking my permission!! a shudder ran right through my body, and my mouth became like a waterless desert, but incredibly, there weren't any doubts in my mind! I wanted them, I wanted both of them!! The whole time I'd been on my back being massaged I'd had my eyes closed, now I opened them and lifted my head slightly to better see Edith and Bert, and was surprised - though I'm not sure why! - to see that they were both totally naked, and uncle Bert was sporting the most massive erection!! For a long moment I looked from one to the other, noticing the uncertainty mixed with desire in their eyes, then I smiled, and I saw the flash of relief, particularly in Edith's eyes, "I've enjoyed the massage! I've enjoyed being loved by your hands! but now? well, now I want more than your hands loving me! I don't want you to stop until you've loved me totally - both of you!!"

Edith's face lit up in a broad smile and uncle Bert followed suit, but Bert obviously believed that you should strike while the iron is hot, so slipping one arm under my back and the other under my knees, he lifted me from the table and made his way slowly to the bedroom and deposited me on the bed! as we'd moved towards the bedroom, with Edith close behind, my arms were around his neck and I was kissing him deeply and passionately! but now I was on the bed and this big thick cock was shifting around inside my pussy, Uncle Bert's cock! and these soft lips were brushing over my breasts and nipples, Edith's lips!! and I was in heaven!! all thoughts of my recent pain and heartache were gone! washed away by that delicious, sensuous massage, and then blown away by the beautiful, thick, hard cock now thrusting, thrusting, thrusting deep into my eager, receptive pussy! and I was crying out as orgasm after orgasm racked my body, "oh yes!, that feels so good, you're so big uncle Bert! so big and hard! fuck me deeper! fuck me harder, fuck your hot cock into me nooooow!!!!!", and uncle Bert was only too delighted to oblige! fucking me harder and faster, almost bouncing me off the bed as auntie Edith sucked harder and harder on my swollen nipples, sending even more flames of delight racing through me! then I felt uncle Bert's cock expand and explode! blasting his hot juices deep into my writhing pussy! and a huge orgasm engulfed me!! I thought it would be over quickly as it had been with the boys I'd been with so far, but uncle Bert just kept on thrusting and thrusting and spurting and spurting until it felt like my whole body was filled with his cum!! it seemed an absolute age before his cock finally stopped shooting its load into my pussy and began to soften, and I gave a deep moan of disappointment when it finally slipped from my overheated pussy! but the groan of disappointment soon turned to a mew of renewed pleasure as the hard cock was replaced by the delicate brushing of a soft tongue! Edith's tongue! she lapped a little of Bert's juices from my pussy lips, then slid her tongue forward to circle and caress my clitoris! and fire erupted in me again! oh, wow! it felt so incredible! I'd never been licked by a woman before! and it was completely different! she seemed to know just where and when to place her tongue to give me the maximum pleasure!! and she quickly took me on another series of incredible orgasms!! then I felt the rhythm of her licking change, become more of a jerk and a jab, and I opened my eyes and glanced down and drew in a sharp breath! uncle Bert was now standing behind Edith, his hands on her hips, fucking his big cock deep into her pussy as she was sucking me off!! and Edith was clearly loving it! at both ends!! then she arched and shuddered! and I felt her scream vibrating through my pussy as she came! and I came too!! and then Bert bellowed and he came too!!!! all three of us were shaking uncontrollably through the most amazing triple orgasm!!

Needless to say, when the orgasms subsided we all fell in an untidy heap on the bed, our legs and bodies intertwined, and stayed that way for a good quarter of an hour before we rolled apart and got our breathing back to normal! Bert grinned, "a cool drink, I think" he said and slid off the bed and left the room, Edith looked at me, then leaned over and gently kissed me full on the lips! the first time I'd ever been kissed that way by a woman, and I found myself enjoying it! but she broke away as Bert came back and I saw the grin and the wink that he directed her way! As I sat sipping my drink I looked from one to the other, quickly reliving in my mind all that had just happened, "I want to thank you" I said, softly, "for loving me enough to love me!" the words sounded strange when I uttered them, but I could see that they understood, then Bert said, "It's we who owe you a debt of gratitude!" I was surprised and didn't really understand and I think that was obvious from my expression, but it was Edith that took over "when we were young like you, we were pretty wild and I guess pretty unconventional, we both absolutely loved sex and took every opportunity to indulge with each other and with other people, oh yes, we swung quite a bit in those days!" she laughed, glancing across at Bert, "Most of my girl friends couldn't seem to get enough of Bert's gorgeous cock!!" Bert looked momentarily uncomfortable, then grinned, "and my male friends couldn't get enough of your gorgeous tits and hot pussy!!" he said, they both laughed, then turned again to me, "but in recent times we seem to have taken our lives for granted and even taken each other for granted, and were beginning to feel we were fossilizing!" said Edith, and Bert nodded his agreement, "but then you popped up, so beautiful and so vital, and we both felt ourselves coming alive again! we didn't even need to talk to each other about it, there was just suddenly a new energy around the place! a new sense of passion, a new sense of desire! it was like it used to be again, and I knew that I wanted you! wanted you sexually, and I could see that Bert wanted you too!! and now that it's happened we feel as if we're alive again!!"

I wasn't sure what to say, how to react! to me they had always been the most incredible, beautiful, dynamic people I knew, and the thought of them ever fossilizing was laughable! there was just too much life in them - as I'd just found out! but then I knew what Edith meant, and I suddenly knew that I wanted to help keep them vibrant and alive, and I knew how! and at the same time I also knew how I was going to deal with my own problems!! I looked from one to the other and smiled widely, "I've only popped up for the weekend" I said, "but would it be too inconvenient if I extended my stay for a little longer - perhaps indefinitely???!!!" Both looked a little stunned, then began to smile, "are you sure this is what you want?" asked uncle Bert, "You're not just running away from your problems?" I looked at him and grinned, "I don't have any problems any more! is that pool still at the bottom of the waterfall? the one we used to swim in when I was young?" they both looked bemused by my sudden change of subject! "Yes" said Edith, "We still swim there sometimes, why?", I grinned, "and I bet it's one of your favorite places for making love isn't it?", uncle Bert nodded, then I saw a glimmer of understanding come into his eyes and he started to smile, "You mean?" he said, and I nodded, "I haven't got to lick auntie Edith's pussy yet, or feel your beautiful cock sliding into me from behind, and I think that's the most perfect place for it to happen!!". they were now both grinning!! and Bert's cock was again at full mast! so I leaned over and started to lick it! "what do you think Edith?" said Bert as a groan came from deep inside him, "do we let this horny niece of ours stay?", Edith leaned over and joined me in licking Bert's cock! "only if she stops calling me auntie 'cause it makes me feel ancient - but keeps calling you uncle, 'cause it turns me on when she yells that out when you're fucking her!!" I lifted my head from Bert's cock and stuck out my hand, one finger disappearing deep into Edith's pussy!! "a deal", I said, "it excites me too, to know I'm being fucked by my uncle!!", uncle Bert looked down at me with a wide grin on his face, "is that an invitation?" he asked, "Oh yes!... uncle... fuck your hot little niece real good!!" and he proceeded to do just that!!!!!!! with Edith gleefully urging him on!!!!! I think the pool by the waterfall might have to wait until tomorrow!!!!

Lisa



I'm here to tell you about my first lesbian experience. It first happened back when I was in high school with my best friend Lisa. We had been close friends since we were thirteen and had only grown closer over the years.

I met her in my homeroom class. Something was different about her right off from the start. For some reason she made me feel like I had to get to know her. I wasn't a popular girl, but she was and this intimidated me. But that never stopped how I felt toward her. I needed to get closer to her. First I would bribe her with candy and money in return for her friendship. Even though I didn't mind giving her money or candy for her friendship, apparently she didn't feel it was right. I felt elated the day she returned my money to me and told me that I had her friendship, but she didn't need or want my bribes. I think this is where I fell in love with her.

Lisa was the most beautiful girl to me back then. She had long brown hair with light brown eyes and the largest breasts in the whole seventh grade. My parents even nicknamed her "Dolly" to make her blush.

She often slept over at my house or I at her house. We started slowly getting into partying. Lisa wasn't a partier like I was, she tended to stick to beer, while I moved on to pot.

Her dad would buy us beer sometimes too. He felt it was safer buying us beer and keeping us home, then us going out and drinking in cars. Leaving the possibility that we would drink and drive.

Being young and not used to much drinking, it didn't take us long to derive a buzz from the alcohol. Three beers a piece was enough to get Lisa really drunk and even I would get a good buzz from it.

One night we were drinking our "three" beers a piece, Lisa decided she wanted a back rub during the second beer of hers. I was always giving her back rubs and never thought anything of this request. Nor do I believe she really had anything planned when she asked me. Some things happen naturally.

Lisa's bedroom was clear up on the third floor of her parents house. They had changed the attic into a small bedroom and Lisa claimed rights to it over her three siblings. Lucky for us that she was the oldest and could claim seniority. It gave us peace and quiet and the room to play when the time came.

She had stretched out on her stomach on her bed, while I straddled her hips to start by rubbing her shoulders and work my way downward. My butt lightly rested on hers and my hands were warm against her back. This was making my heart race and the heat increase in the room.

If you've ever massaged anyone's back, then you know that clothes are an impediment. This was the case with the massage I was giving Lisa. I asked her to pull her shirt up while I rubbed her shoulders, neck and back with slow but firm strokes.

The idea never occurred to me that this was turning her on. I knew what it was doing for me, but never gave her a thought. So I didn't feel it in my right to hit on her. Lesbianism was taboo in our school and social lives. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship, just because I was becoming sexually stimulated by rubbing her body.

Most of the time when I gave her massages I never asked for anything for myself. Tonight was different. I was for the first time feeling sexually stimulated and wanted to feel her hands on my body. So when I was done massaging her, I asked for a back rub in return. Lisa was only more than happy to return my request, seeing how many times I had done this for her.

I layed on my stomach on her bed just like she had. Lisa climbed up on my back and sat her pretty little butt down on top of mine. It was strange having a girl sit on me or even get this close to me, but it was a nice sensation rather than disgusting as one would think of lesbian thoughts.

Her hands were firm and strong rubbing over my shoulders and back. It wasn't long before she made the same request I had. For me to remove my shirt so she could massage bare skin. The tingling that came from her hands running over my body was forming a sensation that I had never felt before. Little did I realize that this was desire. Desire for another girl to touch and feel me. I had never even felt this way with all the boyfriends who I had let grope me before this.

At first I thought it was my imagination that her hands were straying longer than necessary along my sides where my breasts were. Her strokes would become light and teasing over my skin near my breasts and I longed for her to reach around and touch them. The strokes came closer and closer to my breasts and I decided to find out what she would do about it if I lifted up and let her get even closer. I pushed up on my elbows just slightly at first. Just enough if she were looking for an opening that she would notice it. And to my delight she did! Her hands tentatively reached around to rub along the sides of my breasts and I only lifted up a bit more to let her know that I was willing. She took the bait. Fingers stroked lightly around my nipples and then her hand closed over the fullness of my breasts. I gasped at this new sensation and Lisa moved her body above me so that she was now laying on top of me.

All these new sensations were scaring me. When she moved to roll me over, I panicked. I told her I had to go to the bathroom and ran down the steps and sat down on the toilet. Breathing heavy and thinking frantically of all the new feelings that my best friend had produced in me.

This was lesbianism we were getting into. I wasn't sure if I wanted to participate in this taboo area with Lisa. God she was beautiful and I would be lying to myself if I denied that many fantasies were all centered around my delicious friend. All these thoughts roamed through my head and I knew Lisa was probably wondering what was keeping me. She probably was scared herself laying up there. Here she was a popular girl in the school and she had hit on another girl. This knowledge could have ruined her reputation in school if I took it there. But truth was that I wanted her as much as she wanted me. My decision was made for me and climbed the steps slowly to my best friends room.

As I thought, she was waiting for me quietly stretched out across her bed. She pretended to be asleep as I layed down beside her. I moved my hand to close the distance between us, until I could put my hand into hers. She responded immediately by squeezing my hand back in hers. I pulled her over so she was laying in my arms now. Our heads instinctually moved toward the other and I felt the softness of her lips close on mine. I had only allowed a few boys to kiss me, but never like this! I opened my mouth and invited her inside to the warm wetness and she accepted gratefully. Our tongues met and dueled and we started moving together passionately on her bed.

Her body was thrusting against mine and she moved to lay on top of me. Her knee moved between my legs and pressed against my center and I bucked my hips up against it. I bent my own knee to rub in against her pussy returning the favor. Our mouths were moving frantically against each other now. Learning each others secrets and loving the taste. Lisa hand close over my breast again and I arched up to greet her.

In my naiveté, I never realized where this was heading. Only that it felt so good. Her hands on my body were creating sensations that I never felt with another person and I only wanted it to continue. Lisa had many more experiences with sex than I did and she taught me many things that night.

The first thing I learned was how another woman's breasts feels and tastes. Lisa's breasts were so large, but I loved stroking them with both my hands and twisting her nipples gently between my fingertips. She would press her body closer to mine and gasp when I squeezed the hardened peaks. I rolled her over to her back and moved over her. I wanted one of those large nipples in my mouth and I grasped one between my teeth and tongue and flicked them one at a time until goosebumps appeared around the areolas.

Rubbing my pussy over her knee was bringing me excitement, but I wanted closer contact. Lisa must have realized my need. Her hands went down the front of my panties finding my pussylips and parting them. Two fingers slipped inside and she groaned at my wetness. I jumped when she found my clit hard and waiting for her. I started pumping my hips against her invading digits so it would stroke my clit up and down. Then I felt her slip inside. God the sensations she was bringing out in me were tremendous. Even until this day, no one has ever made me feel like this again. I had already lost my virginity to a boyfriend a year previous to this, so her fingers slipped right into my depths. I felt first one finger, then another join it a few minutes later. I was still moving my hips up and down against her fingers as I suckled on her breasts.

It wasn't long before I felt a pressure start inside of me and I moved faster against her digits. Just as I was ready to come on her hand, Lisa pulled out and moved her fingers over my clit again. This pushed me over the edge and I felt my hips bucking against her hand. Once I was spent, I moved to lay beside her. Pulling her along with me and into the same position that I had just left. She took the hint and drew my nipples into her mouth. What a awesome sensation!! Her hot tongue swirling around my hardened nipple made me gasp into her neck.

My hands went into action. I was at first afraid of returning the favor she had bestowed on me. But I wanted to return the same feelings she had invoked in me. I moved down her stomach with my hand. Rubbing any exposed skin along the way and dipping into her bellybutton for a moment. My movement slowed as I neared her pussy. I was upon another new experience. Touching another girl's wetness!

I reached her lips and stroked my finger along the crack that I found there. Lisa hips eagerly pressed down against my invading fingers and it slipped inside her. She was so wet! God it felt great to slide my finger up and down that wet slot. Then I discovered the hardness of her clit. I had only read about this mysterious clit and found out what it could do a week before. Now I had the chance to see if what I read was true. I moved my fingers against Lisa's clit and I felt her gasp out in surprise. I guess she had never felt anything like what I was doing to her either. After that first initial contact, Lisa pressed her hips against my fingers eagerly responding to my clit stroking.

Reading was a favorite pastime of mine. Especially porn books. I would read sexy stories for hours. Discovering the assortment of erotica stories locked up in my parents bedroom had been a stroke of luck for me. I used some of the knowledge I had found in those books on Lisa now. My fingers kept stroking her clit. I had dipped down and put my fingers inside her from time to time, but I brought them back out and up to her clit. Over and over I did this. Building up the orgasm that I knew that was in her. I don't even this Lisa knew what a orgasm was yet. Hopefully she would find out now. I moved down over her body. My lips seeking out her nipples, then her belly button as I moved toward my goal. I had never tasted another female before and I was scared that I wouldn't like the taste. But I had a fever built in me now and I wanted to taste my best friend like I had never wanted to with my boyfriend's cocks.

My tongue found her pussy lips and I moved it slowly up and down her crack tasting her. God she tasted good. So hot. So sweet. I had to have more of her. I pushed my way inside and found her aching clit with my tongue and lips. I sucked and licked all around her clit and Lisa gasped with this new sensation, pressing forward with her hips. I moved my hands over her buttocks and pulled her close to my mouth. I couldn't get enough of her taste! Moving up and down her hot slit, over her labia and up inside her. Pushing my tongue up as far inside her as I could. I wanted to become part of her.

In a matter of a hour, I had become a sex fiend. I couldn't stop licking her pussy. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to come until I licked over her clit some more I stay away from it as long as I could. Somehow I could tell when it was getting too much for her. Lisa's body was covered in sweat and she was getting frustrated. So I moved over her clit and sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Over and over I flicked and sucked until I could feel her body tensing, close to orgasm. Her body started to tremble and her moaning became more frequently as she moved her hips back and forth over my mouth. When I felt her go over the edge, I sucked her clit into my mouth and held on until the trembling of her orgasm subsided. I felt her wetness increase when she came and I moved to clean that up with my tongue. I just couldn't get enough of that sweet and musky taste.

When I removed my tongue from her pussy, Lisa collapsed on top of me. After she recovered, her lips sought out mine. Our tongue intertwined and it thrilled me to know that she had to taste herself on my mouth.

Lisa pulled away and asked if that was her that she tasted and I told her it was. She then snuggled up to me and told me that next time she wanted to do that to me. We stayed up most of that night getting to know each others bodies. She tasted my pussy later in the night and found out that she was addicted to the taste also. It seemed we couldn't get enough of touching and tasting each other.

Reality hit Lisa the next morning though. Another of a good friend of ours woke us up the next morning. We had been snuggling in each others arms when Sherry decided to pay a visit. Lisa's mom had told Sherry where we were and she had climbed the stairs to the attic calling out our names as she came. We broke apart and got in our own space real quick like.

I still say if it wasn't for that day that our affair would have continued. Things would have been so different for me and Lisa. She started refusing to come over to my house or have me over at her house any longer after that. Lisa was scared of her lesbian feelings and was running from it. Actually I did too for years after that.. But when I was 22 I finally came out of the closet and I have never been happier!

I think that Lisa would have came out of the closet too if she was given a chance. She came onto me again when we were 21. She had came along on a trip with me and my parents and we had shared a room together. But time had change and I felt differently now. I was almost ready to come out of the closet and Lisa was still that naive little girl. I didn't feel it was right to take advantage of her that way and made her sleep in her own bed. She had pushed me away when I most needed her when I was fifteen and first discovering my gay feelings and now I was pushing her away because those feelings I had for her were gone.

Lisa will always been my first puppy love though. She had a special place in my heart and I will always treasure that first night of love we shared together.

The funny thing is I'm 33 years old now and I'm still gay and out of the closet and Lisa is still striving to maintain her straight life. Deep down inside I know Lisa is gay and I'm wondering if she'll ever realize that. She was the one who made that first move on me that night and she looks and act every bit the lesbian. Except for the fact that she dates real old men that can't get it up very often and keeps a pretty young thing by her side. Every time I see her my gaydar goes up. I pray one day she has the nerve to get past social standards and be who she really is inside.



Lisa



"Is the latte good here?"

"Oh yes, that's what I'm having."

"Great, be right back."

It had been a quiet afternoon, reading in the back corner of my favorite café near campus. It was always nice to read there because, despite the din, it was comfortable and spacious as opposed to my sparse, cramped grad student office. Besides, I would occasionally run into a friend or an acquaintance. Today, a former student of mine, Lisa, had seen me and come up to talk. She was a pretty, tall, Chinese girl whom I had always tried desperately not to let know how beautiful I found her. 

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" she asked when she sat back down. 

"Oh no, not at all. Just reading."

When she was my student I would spend entire discussion sessions telling myself not to stare at her breasts, which was difficult because she usually wore very revealing or tight shirts. She also wore tight skirts or jeans which showed off one of the best asses I'd ever seen. 

"Jane Eyre? I thought you were a hotshot grad student."

"It's for the class I'm teaching this term. I haven't read it since I was in high school."

The guys in my section also noticed her beauty but were free of any professional binds from flirting with her. One lucky bastard would sit in back of her and play with her long black hair which went half way down her back. However, although she seemed to enjoy the attention, it appeared that none of her would-be suitors ever had much success. I never saw her walking around campus with the same guy twice. 

"Must be a drag, having to teach."

"No, actually it's really a lot of fun."

"Well, you're pretty good at it. Timothy?"

"Oh - well, thanks."

The glimpses of her chest and ass were the images that had stuck with me over the last year, but I had forgotten how truly beautiful her face was. It was this thought which distracted me from all others.

"So, Lisa, what are you majoring in?" I managed to stammer out without giving away my thoughts.

"Oh, I haven't decided yet. Maybe art, maybe humanities, I don't know."

"Oh, I see," I sipped at my latte. Lisa looked sort of nervous.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked.

"No, no. Um, see, hmm. I'm glad you're here because I was actually looking for you."

"Looking of me?"

"Well, sort of. I mean, I know you hang out here a lot. See, my nineteenth birthday was last Monday."

"Wow, happy birthday, um, a little late."

"Thanks, but it's not that. Umm." She was becoming noticeably more nervous by the moment. 

"Go on, Lisa."

"Well, I've never, uh, been... with a guy. You know?"

"Yes. Um. OK." 

There was silence for a minute. I was trying to digest what was going on. How could this beautiful and attractive girl never have gone to bed to with a guy? Was she coming on to me? She obviously was, but it hadn't clicked in my mind yet. As hard as I tried not to, I let myself glance down at her chest. Her breasts weren't unusually large, probably a B cup, but they were beautiful and round and stood out on her lithe frame. Despite the partially zipped jacket she wore, you could see she was wearing one of those shirts that was cut low and straight across her chest, it's red fabric barely holding her breasts in check. She was breathing hard and they were straining the shirt. Her eyes caught my glance, and as I snapped my eyes back to hers, she smiled.

"You find me attractive?"

"I ... yes, very much so." 

"I don't want to be a nineteen year old virgin."

For the first time in my career as an English grad student I was without words. Perhaps she mistook my surprise for hesitation, because as I stared at her, she seemed to have made a decision, glanced quickly around the room, and slowly unzipped her jacket. I now saw why she had kept her jacket zipped. What had looked like a shirt was merely a red sash wrapped tightly around her breasts, just barely covering them. She was not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples clearly showed against the red fabric. 

"Will you, Timothy. Please?"

I couldn't believe how long it took me to response. "Yes."

"Are you busy at 7?"

"Tonight?!"

"Is that OK?"

"Sure, yeah, I'm free. I mean, yeah."

"Good. I'm making a nice dinner for you. Are you still a wine connoisseur?"

"Of course."

"Bring a nice bottle, will you."

I managed to nod. She looked around, zipped up her jacket, and left. 

"Hi."

"Hi. I hope Merlot is OK, you didn't say what we were having."

"Sure, I don't know, that's fine. Dinner is almost ready."

I walked in and sat the bottle of wine down on the table. Lisa had walked back to the stove and was stirring some delightful smelling concoction. While she was checking if the sauce was done, I was admiring her body from behind. She was wearing a white blouse and a loose, very short, black pleated skirt. The skirt revealed most of her beautiful legs and hung gently off of her nice round ass. 

"Here's the corkscrew, you can pour the wine."

Lisa seemed much more calm than she did that afternoon at the café. She would walk, somewhat teasingly from stove to table, smile at me, then return to the stove. I on the other hand was coming apart at the seems. After some effort I managed to open the bottle of wine, though not before destroying the cork and nearly breaking the cork screw. 

"Timothy?"

"Yes?"

"I can't quite reach the big bowl on the top shelf, could you get it for me?"

"Sure."

As I walked over to help her, she made one more attempt to reach the high shelf. This act lifted both her blouse and her skirt just a few inches. I wasn't sure, but I thought I caught a glimpse of her bare ass.

"Here you are." I had to hand it off to her before I dropped it.

"Thanks Timothy, you're a sweetie."

"Tim - please just Tim."

"OK, Tim."

I stood beside her, looking her in the eye, realizing again just how beautiful she was. It was the eyes, really, that held me. I leaned over and kissed her, gently but deeply on the lips. She kissed me back, and as I wrapped my arms around her and brought her close to me, I detected a slight tremor in her body. 

We sat down to dinner, made a toast to her birthday, and started eating. We chatted about campus events, and made fun of several of the professors in the English department. It seemed very surreal to me because we were eating a quiet dinner as if we were dating and yet I had been invited over with a somewhat different romantic intention. I finally managed to ask the question that had been burning in my mind.

"Lisa, why me?" She wiped her lips with her napkin, set it down, and lightly adjusted her blouse.

"Because, you're not like all the boys my age."

"I'm only like five years older than you."

"Yes, but, well, I was on this date with a guy from my class last year, and just as I said goodnight he sort of attacked me with this terrible kiss. Or it was something like a kiss, and since then I've been looking to date older guys."

"Good kissing is something of an art you know. Besides, a lot of younger guys don't have much experience at it."

"That's my point. You know, girls talk. And, well, a lot of the girls say how bad the boys they are with are. Except the ones dating older men. You are experienced at this, aren't you."

"Well - yeah."

"I could always tell from the way you read poetry. Whenever there was a sexual reference, you always brought it out in the discussion very well."

"Well, it's often an important part of literature..."

"Oh relax, I'm not being critical," she said smiling. "In fact, I loved it when you talked about sex, or not even sex, just touching. Do you remember the day you were talking about how erotic a simple caress could be," she reached across the small table and gently stroked my hand, "I, I wanted you to caress me, to show me how erotic it could be."

I took her hand in mine, and a shutter seemed to pass up her arm from her hand that rippled through her whole body. As she had also seemed to realize that she wasn't very hungry any more, she did not resist as I stood up and guided her to the bedroom. We almost made it too, but in the hallway my hand passed a little too close to her ass and I couldn't resist any longer. I pushed her up against the wall and gave her an impassioned kiss while I slowly ran my hands through her hair, then down her body all the way to her ass. She responded by running her hands through my hair and pulling my face closer to hers, deepening our kiss. I squeezed her ass through the skirt and she gave a soft moan. I opened my mouth, lightly licked her lips with the tip of my tongue. Our tongues met as her hands slipped out of my hair and began wandering down my body. 

I brought my own hands around her slim waist to the front of her body and worked my way up, feeling her wonderful body through the thin blouse. When I reached her breasts, I caressed them with only my finger tips. She moaned again, and so did I. Once again she was wearing no bra and I rubbed around her nipples with my index fingers. This elicited quite a response. She broke our kiss and moaned out loud. I began kissing her ears and then kissed down her neck. I started unbuttoning her blouse, following my fingers with my kisses. I stooped, kissing her all the way down to her stomach when I finally got the last button. I opened her shirt all the way, and slid if off her arms, letting it fall to the floor. I stood up and looked at her breasts. They were even more gorgeous then I had imagined. 

Just then Lisa laughed, sort of a giggling laugh.

"What?"

"You seem impressed."

"I am. You're - just beautiful."

I pulled her to me and gave began kissing her, running my hands all over her breasts, then down to her ass. She was kissing me hard and her hands were all over me. I reached under her skirt and felt her bare ass in my hands. This was too much - the feel of that wonderful smooth ass in my hands pushed me over the limit. I pushed her back against the wall, forcing her legs apart and pushing my hard cock against her. There wasn't much forcing to be done though. She seemed equally excited and was grabbing my ass and grinding her pelvis into me. She began to moan more loudly. 

"Timothy - Oh!"

I let her down and we went into the bedroom. Before I could do so, she had unfastened her skirt and sat down on the bed in her full naked beauty. She was smiling at me, seemingly enjoying the fact that I was staring at her body. She watched closely as I striped my clothing. When I was down to my boxers her eyes were wide open, watching very expectantly. My cock was fully erect and pushing out a little.

"Have you ever seen one before?" I asked her, teasingly.

"Well, um, no," she said, her voice shaking. "Well, not hard."

"Why don't you take off my boxers?" I walked over to the bed and stood directly in front of her. She was breathing hard now, which made her breasts heave up and down. I wanted to just fuck her so hard, but I was trying to hold back again, to make this as special as possible for her. 

She hesitated a little, then smiling reached her hands up either side of my waist, gripped the boxers and slid them down. My dick very suddenly popped out from under my shorts. Lisa gave a little yelp and let my boxers drop. It was my turn to laugh - the look of surprise on her face was priceless. 

"Why are you laughing?"

"Are you impressed?"

Her eyes were bulging more than ever. "You can't possibly fit that thing inside of me." She looked a little scared. 

"Yes I can," I said reassuringly as I gently pushed her back onto the bed. "Don't worry - I'll be gentle, at first anyway." She gasped at this, and fell back completely against the bed. I walked back over to my pants to retrieve one of the condom I had brought and quickly slid it on. Lisa watched this also, seeming very curious about the whole matter.

I got onto the bed and spread Lisa's legs apart. Her pussy was glistening. I climbed atop her and began kissing her neck, working my way down again. When I reached her breasts, I sucked on her left breast while massaging the other with my hand. At the same time I moved my dick up against her pussy lips. 

"Oh, oh yes!"

I shifted position a little and rested my weight on my right elbow. I gave her a deep, hard kiss while moving my left hand down to my cock. Guiding it with my hand I rubbed the head of it around her pussy lips. Her moaning was growing higher in pitch, and louder. Her breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. 

"Yes, please, please, yes! I want it!"

I decided to give in to her and slide into her, but only a little. I pierced her pussy lips with my head which brought a stifled a scream. She looked down at my dick and could still see it poised above her waiting pussy. She threw her head back and moaned out loud, her hips pushing upward trying to encompass me. Our eyes met and were fixed as I slowly lowered myself into her. Finally I gave her the last of my shaft, driving it all the way to the hilt. She threw her head back again and let out a beautifully erotic high pitched scream.

"Yes, oh yes, yes, Timothy, yes!"

Lisa, this beautiful girl for whom I had lusted in secret was now beneath me, writhing in pleasure from my cock. I started pumping her, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back as far as I could inside of her. She was tight, but so wet that I could slide in and out with ease. 

"Oh, I can feel you so deep inside of me!"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, oh yes! Why didn't we - oh yes! - why didn't we do this before?"

By now I was pumping her pretty hard and fast, but still trying to control myself. She was so sexy, all I wanted to do was fuck her brains out! Finally, her moaning and screaming were getting too much for me. I began pumping her as hard as I could, and we began rolling around on the bed, Lisa grabbing my ass and pulling it toward her as if trying to find any way to get me deeper inside of her. We were both on our sides as I pumped her when her moaning seemed to become uncontrollable. Her hips were bucking against mine and her body was thrashing uncontrollably.

"Oh, oh, oh yes!" she screamed as she came to her orgasm. Perhaps it was because it was her first orgasm, or perhaps because I was so turned on, but she seemed to come endlessly, moaning and screaming. 

"Oh, oh wow," she managed to say as she caught her breath, the moaning subsiding. She pushed a lock of her beautiful hair back which had fallen across her face. "Did you, uh...?"

"No, you'll know when I do."

"Oh, yes! I want to feel it."

I didn't need much more of an invitation. I began pumping her pussy again, faster and harder with each thrust. 

"Oh yes! I want to please you, Timothy! Give it to me!"

Her small body shook with each thrust of my cock, those wonderful breasts shaking up and down. She was moaning again, louder than before. I was in ecstasy, in that moment before orgasm, the height of lust, as every sense was filled with the sexuality of this beautiful girl.

At last I felt my own orgasm well up from with in me and, almost shouting, I plunged into her as I came. She shrieked in pleasure and I realized that she had built up to another orgasm. I pumped her again and again, deep and hard, and she gave out a cry each time. We finally collapsed in mutual exhaustion as I slowly pulled out of her. We laid there for several minutes, fondling one another, kissing one another. 

"Oh, Timothy, that was - beautiful."

"It was wonderful."

"Could you tell that I wasn't experienced. I mean, did I, well, please you?"

"Yes, oh yes, it was great. And I could tell a little you weren't experienced, but that's OK. In fact, it really turned me on to know this was your first." She smiled that wonderful smile at me.

"It was a great first. Does it have to be our last?"

"Of course not, Lisa. There's many wonderful pleasures to explore." We kissed deeply.

"Good, Tim. That's good."



Lisa



When I came inside her, it felt way beyond the pure pleasure and the feeling of seminal release; it felt as if I was flying.

Before I continue, I want to warn you that this isn’t a quick masturbatory fix; look elsewhere for that. There’re plenty of good, quickie stories on this site. Also, I want to establish that this is a true story. No names have been changed, no locations switched, no details added or deleted or enhanced. It’s a story of me losing my virginity to a wonderful, caring, thoughtful, and more-than-slightly schizophrenic English girl. It’s a story that gradually unfolds into a series of climaxes, most of them mine, then ends with a trip to Egypt. It’s a story of two cultures meeting and experiencing…. 

Okay, enough of that bullshit, let’s move on. Apologies for the coitus interruptus there, but before I resume orgasm, a little background is necessary.

I was nineteen and had decided to escape to England for a year to go to school, check out the culture, get away from American culture, and to date English chicks. Why the English chick fetish? I don’t know. But it had been something that had been with me since I was a kid. You know, reading all those British novels and hearing the accents and all that. I guess I was being pretty ignorant in assuming English girls were the standard of romantic success, but I really didn’t care. I wanted to explore them and find amazing differences between them and the American girls I was used to.

Not as if I was really used to a lot of American girls. I was nineteen. I was a virgin. It’s a status that fits more American guys than care to admit it. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t have gotten laid. I can count no less than seven girls, starting from when I was fourteen, who offered themselves to me in one way or another. Did I take them up? No. Not even for a hand job. Pretty beat, I know. I thought I was being chivalrous and understanding and a “good friend.” You know – that guy who always has a lot of female friends who feel as if they can “talk” with him and that he’ll understand their feelings and give them good advice. I was that 80’s emasculated male, the “gentle friend” with a “touch of grace” that Neil Peart writes about. I erroneously thought that this personality would lead to girls falling in love with my soul and bedding me. It didn’t. Except for the seven aforementioned, girls saw me, as one put it, “a chick with a penis.” 

Great. Happy reputation. So high school went by with only a few bouts of petting, and college rolled in and offered nothing at all. Did I mention my awkward shyness, lack of social glibness, and a habit of being friends with guys who usually overshadowed me when it came to women? Anyway, I banked on my non-existent exotic American allure and enrolled at Loughborough University in the English Midlands.

Over the course of that year, at least three more women wanted to sleep with me. I was either, A)too shy and afraid to take them up on it B)too awkward to take the next step, or C)too dumb to realize what they were doing. So May rolled around and I was getting ready to head off to Egypt for a job there. It was my last night in England and I packed up my stuff in my flat and headed out with a few Irish and Greek friends (great combo, by the way, when it comes to drinking) to the Swan in the Rushes pub for a last drink.

And that’s where I saw Lisa.

But not for the first time that year. You see, Lisa was part of the drama department and so I actually saw her quite often, since the English and drama departments worked together a bit. So I had passed her in the halls and on the small campus and once, for a blessed few hours, had sat near her on a motor coach that was taking us down to Stratford. “Near” being some four or five rows back, but it was close enough. I was in love with this girl. She was intelligent, witty, and, of course, beautiful in a classically English way. Medium height, slim; long, flowing blond hair, like Princess Buttercup in The Princess Bride, deep, blue eyes. Her voice was light and airy and when she laughed it was aural radiance. I was head over heels and had been for months. 

“Lisa, I think you’re what I’ve been dreaming about for years. Can I buy you a drink?” I didn’t say as my friends and I grabbed a table next to where she and a few other drama department members were sitting. Instead, I nursed my Guinesses and spent the next hour or so getting pissed and toasting my friends and attempting to throw darts and not hit the paneling or bartender. I kept my eye on Lisa and as people shifted around and seats changed, I ended up sitting next to her. I tried to get noticed. It didn’t work. Finally I had to play my trump card. “It’s my last night in England,” I said to her during a break in the conversation. “Can I buy you a drink?”

She peered at me over her glass of lime-water (important detail: when she later slept with me, she wasn’t drunk!). “Shouldn’t I buy you one if it’s your last night?” she said.

But I insisted, and bought her another lime- water (and a round for the table as well – earlier that evening I had discovered several twenty pound notes I had stashed away in my drawer back at the beginning of the year) and when she took a drink I said, “You have the smallest hands.” It was true; she had tiny hands, like a child’s. No, this isn’t some Freudian pedophilic fetish of mine. It was just something I noticed and, not being the Rico Suave of conversation, I tried it as an opening gambit.

It worked. Somehow we ended up in conversation, talking about mutual friends, shared enemies, the departments, and other forgettable things, and I kept pinching myself (figuratively) because I was talking with her, actually talking with her, and she seemed to be enjoying it. When she told me she was half-Welsh, I was in higher heaven. I mean, I had grown up with “Rhiannon” and all that, and here was this Welsh goddess, even dressed in diaphanous black gauzy things. (A side note: anyone who grew up playing Dungeons and Dragons or who’s read Tolkien to any extent will know what I’m talking about when I say that if you outfitted Lisa in chain mail and leather boots, and gave her, say, a crossbow or a short dagger, and some sort of amulet thingie hanging around her neck, then she could have stepped out of the symbolic darkness of some elfin forest, a fantasy-realm wet dream. She even had these slightly pointy elf ears.)

So we talked and she laughed at my cheesy jokes and drank more lime water and I finished what seemed like my twentieth pint and all too soon the bartender bellowed out last call and I found myself out on the sidewalk with my friends and Lisa and a few of her gang. “Would you like to come by my place to talk some more?” she asked. Wait! Hadn’t I heard this before? When a girl asked you to come by her place – late at night – to talk some, didn’t it mean that she wanted to do more than talk? I hoped. She gave me directions, then vanished into the squalid Loughborough night and I walked my friends back to their flats and had a last few drinks and then staggered my way to Lisa’s flat. “Come in through the backdoor,” she had told me, “because my flatmates will probably be asleep.” Jim Morrison was intoning “Backdoor Man” in my mind as I knocked softly on the heavy wooden door, and I wasn’t to learn until later that she wanted me to come in through the back door because she didn’t want her flatmates to tell her fiancé that another guy was seeing her late at night. How odd.

She let me in and we crept through the dark hallway to the lambent glow of her room, lit with candles and a luminous moon on the ceiling. She had Bob Dylan playing on her stereo, but I felt as if I could ignore him for the time being. She offered tea and went off to the kitchen to make it and I sat on the rug on the floor and looked through her books. I’d like to say that I wanted to get to know her better – and I did – but I also knew I was probably getting laid tonight and you can’t really blame me for not wholly paying attention to her reading material. Instead, I leaned back and when she arrived with two cups of tea (for some reason I could never find English Breakfast tea in England…), I concentrated on making good, forward conversation. 

Okay. I know what you’re thinking. Typical Bluetrain bore. Two pages have gone by and there isn’t even any sex yet. I know. I tried starting with something like, “I had been drooling over this British chick the whole time I was in England, and when she told me to come to her place, I knew it was my lucky day. After a few bottles of wine, we started kissing. Then before I knew it, she had her hand on my throbbing meat stick and my hand was sliding down her stomach and unbuttoning her pants, searching for that golden honey pot. Tossing her wine glass away, she unzipped me, pulled my 14 inch ramrod free, and started licking my railroad engine-size shaft.” But I wasn’t happy with it. I mean, events like that did happen, but I had to set things up first. Things start happening soon. Trust me.

We finished our tea and Lisa produced a bottle of red wine from a drawer and we started drinking that, classily using our teacups so that stray flakes of tea lea swirled in red oceans. I drank; she demurely sipped hers. “I’ve liked you all year,” I boldly told her, my heart burning. “And I, you,” she replied. She said it just like that: “And I, you,” like something out of Ivanhoe. She put her cup down and hesitantly said, “I want to touch you.” This was it; I couldn’t turn back, nor could I pop off some smart-ass remark to defuse the situation. I had to carry on, to sally forth into my dream. I took her hand and she drew me close and we kissed. What should I do with my other hand? Did she really want to touch me? Or simply to touch me? 

I think part of the reason I hadn’t gotten laid before was because I analyzed shit too much. 

I sought and found her tongue and tasted the dark red wine, tasted her own taste. And as we kissed, we clumsily undressed each other, searching for and finding buttons, zippers, clasps. Peeling away sweaters, shirts, pants. The problem with sex in England is that it’s cold most of the time. Accordingly, one wears layers of clothing, which, in this case, added slapstick to what should have been romantic and dramatic. We didn’t talk, not then. Maybe some smiles, some giggles as a piece of clothing proved particularly perverse in being removed, but the dance was completed in warm and accepting silence and then we were both naked, and still on the carpet. And Dylan was still warbling away. It didn’t matter; I had a hard-on the size of Florida and it was finally going to be put to use. 

“I’m not really experienced in this,” I said as she took my hand and drew me to the bed. I could tell she didn’t believe me, but she didn’t offer any help, and simply lay there, uncoiled like a cat, arms outstretched above her, legs slightly parted. Her blond pubic hair was light and I could see the delicate pinkness of her lips in the shadow of her thighs. (that sounds like a porn-mystery: “The Shadow of her Thighs”; I might pursue that later.) Her breasts were small, but firm; her hips wide, but not child-birthing, Russian-peasant wide, and her skin was a flawless creamy beige. I wanted to devour her. I wanted to run my tongue up and down that skin, tasting every taste, engulfing every scent of her malleable body. I could literally feel my cock pulse in anticipation of what was, pun fully intended, to come. 

Starting at her knees, I ran my tongue up first her right leg, then her left. I paused behind each knee and nibbled and sucked there; I had heard that these were erogenous zones for some women. They were for Lisa. My credibility as a virgin must have quickly deteriorated in her mind as she stretched and arched her back and sighed, if not in pleasure, then in contentment. I felt studly; here I was causing a girl physical pleasure and probably emotional release, and I had only begun what was to be a long night. Speaking of long knights, my cock was aching for first release, but I couldn’t yield to it yet. 

You see, every story I’d read, every Penthouse forum, every girl I’d talked with, has somehow hinted or overtly stated that a man had to last as long as possible, and that the worst experiences usually consisted of the man quickly shooting everywhere, then farting and rolling over to sleep. I didn’t want to be that man; I wanted Lisa to remember this night, to remember me and what she and I were doing. Was it selfish? Maybe? But show me a prick that isn’t.

I moved slowly up her thighs, relishing their silky smooth feel against my tongue, her pussy was inches away and I finally realized this when I saw her soft labia, her delicate, slightly damp, fluttering pussy, like a miniature Georgia O’Keefe painting, anticipating my approach; curly blond pubic hair framing that sensual portal. It was like a beacon drawing me closer and I wanted to taste it like nothing else in my life. So I positioned myself between her thighs and ran my tongue up them until it was dancing around her nest, rasping against her hairs, sliding along her lips. Was that her clit? That small pink button peeking out from beneath its hood, a coral pink, nectar-rich snapdragon? I playfully tapped it with my tongue and Lisa gasped and her hands entwined themselves in my hair. 

She tasted, well, like a woman. I know, that’s somewhat of a cliché, but it seems accurate. It was my first taste and it wasn’t unpleasant, wasn’t repelling. It was a gentle, yet powerful taste, like a strong, lazy ocean swell. It was a new, yet familiar taste. It was intoxicating, musky, slightly sweaty, enervating. It was raw, natural, primal. It made me savage, lusty, and I wanted more of it. I surrounded her clit with my lips and let my tongue massage it, al the while breathing in her evermore powerful scent. Her hands twirled and rubbed across and through my hair and she drew me inward; I followed, slowly moving my tongue down from her clit and nibbling along first one fluted pussy lip, then the other, then back again. 

By this time, Lisa was lost in her own physical rapture. Her moans and breathing were quick and steady, and she started to thrust up against my face with her hips. I knew what she wanted, what we both wanted, and I thrust my tongue as deep as it could go and held it there for a brief while before plunging it in and out of her now thoroughly wet cunt. Then she was pulling me up on top of her and our crotches meshed, her hair tantalizingly chaffing my aching cock, her arms around my neck, her blue eyes gazing up at me with half lust, half sadness, and half wonder (yes, I know there aren’t three halves, but screw it). Shit! She wanted me to screw her. “I…I don’t know quite how to do…” I stammered, then her hand was reaching down between our naked, sweaty bodies and guiding me into her, all the way into her, and instinct took over. I know that sounds clichéd, but it was true. I instinctively thrust my hips forward and up and buried myself to the hilt in her welcoming and wet cunt. She closed her eyes, let her arms lay above her head on the dimly lit pillow, and moved with me as I thrust into her.

It was an incredible feeling. I drew back until only my cockhead was still within her, then thrust forward until my balls brushed her ass. The warmth, the wetness, the feeling of flesh parting, then enveloping me, tugging me, luring me inside. I had sudden images of mossy, dark, moist caverns; tunnels with pink trains flashing into them. The friction of our stomachs was warm and oily and I braced myself on my elbows and kissed Lisa deeply, my tongue entwining with hers as I buried myself again inside her.

Ever analytical and self-conscious, I wondered at how long I had lasted without coming. I mean, for a first time, I was lasting pretty long; Dylan had just finished “A Hard Rains A’gonna Fall,” and I knew that song went on for an egregious amount of time. But I didn’t feel like I was holding back; the novelty was too powerful – until Lisa raised her legs from alongside me and tightly wrapped them around my waist. 

That did it. The image of her crotch wide open to my thrustings, my wet balls openly banging back and forth against her damp ass, my thickening cock buried like some primeval tree root in her cavern, seeking its deepest entry; the thought of her wanting more penetration, more of me (yes, this is self-absorbed, but deal with it), more pleasure from me; and the feel of her hands now brushing madly across my back and through my hair, all combined to set me loose. I felt that familiar tightening in my balls as my sperm gathered. She could sense it, too. “I’m coming…” “Give it to me…” “Oh, Jesus…” “Yes….” I was flying through the air, just like Freud wrote about. My cock buried as far as it could go in her, her legs like a vise around me, our lips locked together and eyes pouring our temporary souls into each other, I squirted what felt like my biggest load ever as deep into her womb as possible. In four or five great spurts I emptied myself, coating her walls with seed, each thrust and spurt delivered as deeply as I could. And of course, it was a completely different pleasure than masturbation could offer; it was complete, encompassing, whole. I felt awash in sperm, her juice, and sweat, and I was loathe to leave her even as we lay there, my weight on her frail body, our breaths coming quickly, our skin shiny in candlelight. 

And, damnit, Dylan was still yodeling away; the tape player must have been set on continuous loop. She reached up and wiped a trickle of sweat from my nose. “You lied to me,” she whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You said you had never done this before.”

Was my ego out to there or what? Actually, it wasn’t; I wasn’t thinking of that as a compliment, only of reassuring her that she had helped me become a good lover, at least, for that night. So I rolled off her and we lay there, side by side, and I don’t remember what exactly we said, only that eventually we dozed off. But not for long. I awoke perhaps a half-hour later to find her curled up on her side, gazing at me, and I was suddenly hard again, rock hard, and the only thing to do was to tongue a salty trail down her body. 

Her breasts were islands in a salty sea, and I lingered at them, mouthing each one, taking the nipple in, gently biting it, then journeying in ever-widening circles around it to the base, traversing the narrow strait to the other breast and repeating my journey there. I had never tasted a woman’s breasts before and I was drawn to them, found them comforting like every man must in an ancient and undeniably instinctive way. Again, her hands were lightly stroking my hair as I moved my way down to her flat and taught stomach, where I could lay my head and gaze up at her eyes and breasts and hear her blood moving. Her crotch was damp and her hair matted with our juices and I could smell us: earthy, full, opalescent odors of sperm and excited pussy, of woman and man in heat, and when I touched her thighs, she opened them in ready invitation and there again was her beautiful cunt, wet and flushed crimson except for a trickle of my own sperm leaking out and running down her curved ass and onto the dimly rumpled sheet.

My God, was that a turn on! Here was my sperm leaking out from inside the girl I had lusted after for who knows how long, and she had willingly and eagerly drawn it there. I had read how the thought of tasting their own semen turned many guys off but, innocent that I was, I was under no such inhibition. I gently nuzzled her awaiting labia, cleaning them off and tasting our union: her musky, earthen flavor, and my tangy and slightly bitter essence, like dandelion milk. Lisa was apparently as turned on as I was, for I had only been licking up and down her damp thighs teasingly nibbling her clit when I felt her pussy spasming beneath my tongue – like it was thrusting out and expanding and contracting. She gave a soft, high pitched cry and I felt and saw her stomach muscles tense up, and then her hands were pulling my head into the welcoming sexual darkness of her crotch and she was coming, thrusting her cunt into my face and sucking my tongue up her crack until my lips were kissing her own. She shook and moaned and cried out, oblivious to her flat mates, and pressed me tightly and I wanted to drown there, in that bittersweet liquid release, and I lingered between her thighs long after her tremors subsided, before mounting her once again.




Lisa



I was nineteen, in the midst of my first sexual experience, and with a willing and eager and simply beautiful woman. Damn right I was rock-hard again! I know it’s a cliché: guys blows wad; is miraculously hard within five minutes – repeat as often as needed. But it was true this time and we fucked again, my cock spearing and parting her cunt, her hips thrusting up against mine, meeting every stroke and holding it there until we once again engaged in a mirrored rhythm of sexual movement. Then, in the midst of a deep, probing kiss, Lisa, still firmly impaled on my shiny shaft, suddenly rolled me over onto my back and, placing her hands on my chest, rode me like a living allusion to Lady Godiva.

“Jesus, that feels good,” I gasped. It did, too. Her weight and angle made her that much tighter and I found I could reach behind her and cup her ass in both hands and control her movements that way. I could also feel the wet, living union of our sexes, and the piston-like movement of my cock pumping in and out of her hairy and lubricated crotch. It was bliss. It was pure sexual ecstasy. It was free-form passion - -her lips on mine, her cunt enveloping my cock, her breasts brushing my chest as she bent over to kiss me, her long, blond hair cascading and rippling onto and around my face like a shimmering, living waterfall of scent and silk. It was only a matter of time before all these feelings combined to bring me over the edge once again.

For the second time I thrust as deep into her as I could, pressing her down on my cock as it buried itself in her. My balls tightened, contracted, raised, and emptied. My semen coursed through my cock from root to tip and exploded out in great white, viscous sprays, coating her walls again. My cock spasmed, contracted, and spasmed again, emptying its load in a staccato symphony of release and sensation. I felt as if my spine and soul were being jerked out through my cock, to be shot deep in Lisa’s welcoming womb. The pleasure was intense, like camping, and only increased when Lisa suddenly tightened in my arms. Her nails raked through my hair and she buried her face in my neck, muffling her cries of passion and pleasure as she came on and with me. For a few seconds, we were one sexual creature. Melded and molded, in tune with each other as only two lovers in synchronous passion can be.

We subsided, sweated, panted, weakly kissed. After a length of time immeasurable, my cock softened enough so that she could remove herself from me without too much pleasure/pain. My cock was red, pulsing, and coated with a mixture of sperm and her juices. As she moved over me to once again cuddle at my side, sperm dripped from her swollen pussy, landing on my legs, thighs, chest. She silently licked up each drop, her tongue suddenly rough and cool against my damp skin. We lay akimbo, rumpled sheets, Dylan thankfully having exhausted himself some time before, limbs entwined. We dozed. The room was a little brighter; like another cliché, we had made love ‘til the break of dawn.

We even made love again, but this time without completion. My pump was working, but the well was dry, and she and I laughed. And then it was time to leave, to quietly walk out the back door, and back to my flat and then onto a train to catch my ferry to Dublin and from there to Cairo, whence I would return four months later to find Lisa shacked up with her fiancée and understandably, yet depressingly, cool towards me and my immature plans of us traveling the Lake District. And so I returned to the States, back to what would become a staid college life bereft, for the most part, of the exotic and fey encounters like Lisa. Until I met my wife.



Lisa



The oppressive heat, gray skies, and the soaking humidity pressed on me as I approached the house. The grass was wet underfoot, but not from rain. The day did not encourage energy, yet I felt animated as I neared the door. I entered without knocking as I had been instructed. The air conditioners were not functioning; the house was as warm and damp as the outdoors. Everything was so still it seemed no one was at home. I went right to the den, a small cozy room with a large leather couch and lots of books.


Lisa laid on the sofa, her head on the armrest, her right foot on the couch, her left on the floor, and her arms at her side. She wore a long, salmon colored, satin nightgown. She didn't move as I entered, not even opening her eyes. I sat in the armchair facing the sofa and stared at her.

The satin followed every contour of her body, and left no doubt she was wearing no underwear. Her nipples were clearly visible, and gave me the impression her thoughts were erotic. As I sat looking at her she slowly started to caress her breasts with her right hand. The rest of her body was immobile; it seemed as if an outside force guided her hand. Bit by bit her nipples hardened, trying to poke holes in the satin covering them. Her breathing changed, becoming deeper and less even. Her legs opened and closed against each other, causing the nightgown to ride up her thighs. The contrast between the satin, her skin, and the dark leather made her radiate warmth that was more than the sultry heat of the weather. Her left hand reached between her legs and started to lightly stroke her pussy. She didn't lift the nightgown but gently rubbed the satin in circles. My breathing now matched hers, yet despite my excitement I remained still while I watched.

She resembled a dreamer, and I was not about to interrupt, even if she was acting. Her movements were so soft and sensuous they were beautiful to watch. She did not seem in any hurry as she slowly stroked her pussy, and made circles around her breasts. Her belly rose and fell in an increasing rhythm, but her fingers continued at a deliberate pace. Her mouth had fallen open and her tongue licked her lips from time to time. Slowly her legs opened allowing her hand to put more pressure on her pussy. The room appeared warmer, and yet I knew the temperature had not risen. Lisa was clearly getting close to orgasm, but she was not hurrying.

Watching her soft movements, and the definite effect they were having, was giving me a sexual rush I had never felt before. It was beautiful to watch, the actions so controlled, and yet the excitement so clear. Never could I have kept such a slow pace as I neared the finish. Her cheeks had become flushed and her hands were more precise in their actions, but the pace had not increased. Just a slow march toward the goal desired with a sensuality that inflamed me to behold. Still I didn't move for fear of breaking the spell and not being able to see the conclusion. Such radiant lust, I observed her in awe.

By now her nightgown had pleated itself into the folds between her legs, it had a long deep crease that was showing signs of being wet. Yet her fingers never tried to enter the furrow, but just rubbed the sides and the start. I was waiting for her to lift the hem of the gown and insert her fingers, but it didn't happen. She continued to caress and twirl until she was clearly at the edge. Then she pinched her nipple and pushed hard on her crack while her legs clenched and her chest heaved. Her face became flushed, her mouth opened, and she moaned softly in a deep breath. Watching that moment was so exciting and so beautiful I had a hard time staying still, but as before I didn't want to break the mood. 

It took her a long time to come down and regain her normal breathing. When she completely relaxed, she let her legs fall straight, put her hands behind her head, opened her eyes, and said: "Hello, Gerard, maybe you would like to join me."

She reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She threw the garment at me and lay back on the leather. She licked her lips as she caressed her thighs and breasts, leaving me no doubt about her desire to attain another climax. This time I was not going to watch. Quickly I got rid of my clothes and knelt by the couch. I replaced her hands with mine, feeling the heat of her passion through my fingers. I leaned forward to kiss her deeply, playing with her tongue and sucking it as if it were her clit. She responded by taking my head in her hands and pressing her mouth to mine. Then she pushed my head to her belly letting me know she wanted me to swallow her pussy. I was glad to oblige. Her previous orgasm had left her smelling of sex and pure hot woman, it was intoxicating and I licked her wetness with delight. She kept her bush trimmed so her lips had no hair around them making her smooth, slippery, and easy to graze. I could have feasted on that delicious muff for hours but I had an urge somewhere else that was distracting me.

I pulled her to the sitting position and placed my impatient cock against those smooth lips. It seemed she was looking for the same thing, for she slid forward and sucked my pole right up her channel. My hips began creating their own rhythm as I pumped in and out of her soaking box. Watching her had produced an almost insatiable itch and I was driving to scratch it. Yet even as my body was trying to put out the flames of passion my eyes were fanning them. Looking at her, leaning back against the dark leather, her flat belly rising to meet my thrusts, her breasts becoming flushed, her nipples stiff, her mouth open and gasping, and her eyes boring into mine was taking me even higher. Gazing at the joining of our loins, seeing my pole withdrawn then disappearing into her with the mixture of our juices making it shine, gave me another visual stimulus. I felt almost detached viewing this hot scene as two people gyrated together on that leather couch. The picture was so sexy it was driving me over the top. 


I could feel my breath coming faster as the intensity of our actions increased. My body responded to the impulses, both visual and tactile like a runaway train. I had no control over its actions. In truth I didn't want to change a thing, the beauty and excitement of this encounter were too sublime to resist. So I went with the sensations, grabbing her hips and exploding into her as I let my body release all its' built up energy. Lisa was right there with me crying out and biting my shoulder as she too erupted in ecstasy. The rhythms of our orgasms were rocking us like a primitive dance over which we had no control. We were carried away by the sound of our hearts as they drummed the beat of rapture at a fever pitch. I held her tightly as the pulsing subsided and our bodies melted together in the heat.

"You like to watch, don't you Gerard?" she asked, as we regained our breath. 

"Lisa, you have no idea how radiant you look as passion engulfs you. Observing your mounting ardor is enough to fill me with desire for days. Even now, after being drained by you, I feel the heat rising again as I look at your alluring body. The image of you caressing your pussy through the satin gown will remain printed in my lecherous mind for years."

"Then maybe you would enjoy watching something really hot." she said, "Come by here on Thursday evening. Let yourself in and come right to the den, but be quiet. I will give you a vision to remember that might put what you just saw out of your mind."

I tried to get her to tell me what she had planned but she wouldn't say and just laughed at me. She admitted she enjoyed performing for an audience, and that she had also found the past hour intensely stimulating. I left her lounging naked on her leather sofa still smelling of torrid sex. I promised to return on time for our next appointment, and went home imagining all kinds of wild scenarios. 

On Thursday the heat had not abated and the humidity was still high. As I entered Lisa's house I noticed, again, that she had left the air conditioners off. I quietly walked to the den, went in, and sat in the leather armchair. The coffee table had been removed and the shades were drawn. The room had a strong aroma of sexually aroused woman. On the couch sat two naked ladies facing each other with one leg against the back and the other on the floor. Lisa perched at the left end and a magnificent red head sat opposite her. They both were caressing one breast with one hand and the other was busy on their pussies. Lisa was right, this was truly a hot scene, and I knew that as I watched it I would be stimulated as never before. The two women were totally absorbed in mutual observation. By the smell of the room I could tell they had been playing together for some time, and I assumed they would be in no hurry as they continued. Therefore I felt it best to strip off my own clothes and get comfortable for the show. They carried on as if I did not exist only looking at each other.

Their hands were making small circles on their breasts, drawing attention to those beautiful globes. Lisa, having dark hair and olive skin, had chocolate areola about the size of silver dollars. Her nipples were hard and as big as pencil erasers, all of this sitting on top of two small melons. The red head, had skin the color of cream with strawberries in it. Her tits were slightly bigger than Lisa's and were perfectly round with tiny nipples. She had almost no areolae but what was there was raspberry red as were her nipples. I could see they were enjoying the feelings they were giving themselves for they were breathing deeply and pinching their nipples. The red head had her middle finger curled into her crack but was not moving it, she was concentrating on her tits. Lisa, on the other hand, was rubbing her muff in synchronization with the hand on her boobs.

She was staring at the other woman fixing her eyes on her bust as it rose and fell with the deep breaths being taken. Slowly the red head, whose name I later found out to be Colette, removed her hand from her pussy to reveal a completely bare muff. Colette licked her fingers, sucking on the middle one like a Popsicle, while gazing deeply into Lisa's eyes. With her digits wet she returned to her slick box and caressed her pink lips and the cleft at the top. She certainly had Lisa's attention and mine also. This girl liked to tantalize herself, or maybe it was because they had been playing this game for a while, but she was slow and precise in her motions. Her right hand continued to pull and squeeze the nipple of her right tit while her left made figure eight's on her glowing crack. Her lips were becoming a deeper pink and it was clear her juices were beginning to flow. While observing this scene Lisa's hands began to move involuntarily, soon she was working her own pussy aggressively while pinching her nipples hard.

As I viewed the action my erection demanded attention so I gave it a rub or two, but I wanted to just watch the two women without being involved. I was here to be a true voyeur. The scene was incredibly erotic to observe because of the time they were taking with each stage of their excitement. Seeing as they were in no hurry they enjoyed every move, and closely witnessed the other's progress. 

Colette took the lead and began to concentrate on the succulent flower between her legs. With both hands she spread her petals and let the pink center show. Lisa viewed this action with wide eyes and increased rubbing of her own blossom. Both women had become glossy from their nectar, and their fingers slid up and down on a honeyed trail. It was clear they enjoyed, as much as I did, the visual side of what was happening. Both watched intently what the other was doing and would mirror their actions. The pace increased, as did their breathing. Their skin became flushed and their nipples were pebbles that were almost ignored until Colette pinched and pulled one. Lisa was quick to copy, which sent her into a trance. Her right hand was squeezing the swollen tip of her right breast. Had she not been as excited I am sure she would have cried out in pain. Yet she seemed to want even more pressure as she pinched and twisted her tit. Her left hand was plunging into her canal and rubbing her juices on her clit. 

By now both women were near the culmination of their erotic journey. As they uncovered their nether nubs and spread their elixir for lubrication, I could view the changes in color and shape. I watched as their lips became darker and their clits more prominent while their fingers played lecherous music on their organs. The sight was driving me wild, and I was not alone. I saw the gleam in Lisa's eyes as she fixed her attention on the hand plunging in and out of the shaven muff of Colette. The view was inspiring her to rub her own lips with more insistence and causing her even more excitement. Her climax was beginning and her pleasure was evident as she licked her lips and moaned loudly. Her hand worked faster in rhythm with the movement of her hips and the contractions of her pussy. As she went over to ecstasy Colette watched intently and started to come also. She was less forceful as she put both hands on her slit and ran her fingers up and down the sides almost avoiding her button. But she couldn't resist the urges and finally pinched her clit as her hips bucked in orgasm.

You can imagine that I was barely able to contain myself as I observed such vehement sexual release. The visual excitement was causing me wild urges I knew I had to control if I were to be invited again. I sat there, with a rigid pole, waiting for the women to decide to include me. 

"Poor Gerard, you look as if you need some attention." Lisa said as she smiled at me. "Come on Colette, lets reward him for not interrupting us."

She pulled me onto the couch between them and they both started to caress my inflamed body. Having four hands running all over my sensitive skin was sending me into bliss. Colette then dipped her fingers into her honey pot and scooped her jism to spread it on my cock. As she slid her digits up and down my pole Lisa went to her source and followed suit. Soon there were four hands playing with my manhood and all I could do was watch and experience the heavenly sensations. Needless to say I didn't last long. I felt my explosion begin in my lower back and rocket up through my balls. The girls knew it was coming and squeezed my nuts as they rubbed the head of my shaft. My release was spectacular as the liquid shot into the air and landed on my chest. The girls didn't stop until I began to go soft, then they sat back and commented on how I clearly enjoyed what I had been watching.

Lisa had been completely correct in saying that the scene would make me forget the one of the previous week, and now all I hoped for was that they would invite me back again. There is no doubt I had discovered the voyeur in me, and it seemed that Lisa enjoyed playing the exhibitionists to fulfill my fantasy. Such was the beginning of a truly mutual relationship.



Lisa



I sat at the bar watching the people around me. I really liked going with him when he would have to be away on business trips. We enjoy each other so much. I didn't mind the time I was alone in a strange town while he was off working. We always met up when he was through and we would have time for each other then. We had been at this place before. We knew Ann, the barmaid, so he knew I was not bored.

He was at a "Conversion Workshop" and had just glanced at his watch wanting to see just how much longer he had until he could get to me. We had made plans to meet in the lounge for a drink, have dinner and then find something to do. That never seemed to be a problem for us. "One hour..." he thought to himself.

As Ann and I talked like old buddies, I continued drinking my frozen margarita. Slowly though, I knew how they could slip up on me. Ann's attention shifted as a woman sat down at the far end of the bar. It was obvious to me that the lady was upset and that Ann knew her.

"Excuse me Shay," Ann whispered as she walked to the end of the bar. The two of them were in deep conversation for about 15 minutes, then Ann began to walk towards me. She was obviously trying to get her to come join our conversation.

I watched in the mirror as the lady got off the barstool and started in my direction. She was about 5' 6," short dark hair and had a nice body. She was attractive even with the proof she had been crying showing in her big eyes.

Ann placed a coaster on the bar and put a drink on it for the lady as she introduced us, "Shay, this is my sister Lisa, Lisa ... Shay."

I looked at Lisa, smiled and asked, " Nice to meet you Lisa. You OK?"

Lisa took a sip of her drink and replied, " Yes..or I will be. Nice to meet you Shay. You from around here?"

I told her a little about me and that I was from Texas. The three of us talked for a good while. In doing so, I found out that Lisa was upset with her boyfriend of 6 years. As we talked time seem to go slow. Lisa seemed to be relaxing and enjoying the bashing we were giving her boyfriend. Ann told her she needed to go out with her friends, give herself time to cool down.  She offered to let her to stay over at her place. "Get with him tomorrow and see where things stand," Ann suggested.

I agreed and Lisa seemed to be in agreement too. She would go out with some friends and deal with him the next day.

"Ann...I need another blouse. I left without anything..." Lisa stated.

I thought I could save her some time by just taking her to our room and finding her something to wear. I told her, " Lisa, I know I have something up in my room that would work, I also have my make-up there if you would like to wash your face and touch up. Please....you can bring it back tomorrow ... will save you some time!"

As Lisa and I slid off the barstools, Ann told me she would let him know I was at the room. 

With that being said the two of us made it into the lobby and were waiting for an elevator. Lisa was all smiles on the way up and telling me how much she appreciated my help. She said she would be staying over at Ann's and she would be sure that Ann returned the blouse to me.

Slipping my key card in the door, I was already thinking about a light blue, off the shoulder top I had that would look great. I stepped to the closet and took out three different tops for her. When I turned, she was on the last button of her blouse and was peeling the top off. She was telling me about one of her favorite restaurants and I could hear a slight tremble in her voice. As I stepped up to her, I placed a top against her chest and began to tell her, " This looks great Lisa, your eyes work it well....Chin up! You are going to have fun!"

Lisa placed her hands over the top I was holding against her ample breast and turned away. She walked to the dressing area and looked at her refection in the mirror. Lisa looked at me and said, " Shay...he knew before we started seeing each other that I had a friend. A close friend. A female. He was ok with it. Thought it was great. He would watch us at times. I trusted him." 

I saw the tears welling up in her blue eyes so I went to the vanity and got a tissue, I stood to the left of her looking at her in the mirror as she wiped her face.

"He crossed the line didn't he?" I asked. " He hit on your lady."

Lisa could only shake her head acknowledging what I just said was true. " That happens a lot ya know" she continued. " Men think they can see their lady with another lady and keep their thoughts where they should be. Keep their hands to themselves. Men look at it different. His friends are off limits to his lady...but his ladies friends are theirs to share."

"Not all," I said. "There are some that understand the rules."

Lisa looked at me with a blank stare and asked, " You play with ladies?"

Just the way she asked, I felt a rush. " No," I replied, but I could not seem to take my eyes from her bare shoulders. 

Lisa ducked down a little to look me in the eye and asked, " Ever thought about it? Your eyes are telling me you have."

My mouth went dry. It was as if all the moisture went south. I caught her quick glance at my cleavage. Then Lisa commented, " You have a man here Shay?" as she picked up his bottle of Curve and held the bottle to her right shoulder. As she rubbed it back and forth, not only was it leaving his scent on her skin, but causing it to fill the room as well. She then continued as she placed the bottle on the vanity, " You sure you know what he would do if he saw you with another woman? Would he just watch? Would he please himself or would he come to the women for that? Would he come to you to please him or the other woman?" She went silent and bit her bottom lip.

I couldn't help but smile...and I could not give her an answer either.

Lisa lowered the top and seem to suck all the air from the room.

I instructed her to put the top on and then I asked, "Wanna find out? You want to help me see what my guy would do? Keep in mind, he knows I have not been with a female before...I would think that would excite him even more. Don't you think?" I stepped over to the desk and picked up the phone. I pressed *15 for room service. Lisa watched me as I watched her teasing her nipple through her bra.

" Yes...would you please send up a meat and cheese tray, a tray of assorted fresh fruits, whipped cream and...some pudding...make it butterscotch please. Thank you." After placing the reciever back on the base, I then picked up my cell phone, pressed his programmed key.

"Hey Baby!" he moaned over the phone. " I am pulling up to the valet parking now."

I heard the bells go off as he opened the door. I told him I had gone back to the room, he could find me there.

" You OK Shay?" he asked with a serious tone. 

I smiled at Lisa and told him I was fine, to please come to the room. I closed my cell phone and placed it on the desk. I then walked to Lisa taking her hand and leading her into the oversized bathroom. We both slipped out of our shoes and I lead her into the glass shower, both with a smile on our faces.

I heard the door open as he was saying to someone, " I guess we are dining in tonight, thank you." I could hear the cart so I knew Room Service was taken care of.

I placed my finger over Lisa's lips to quiet her as I reached to turn on the shower. Then I whispered , " He has always wanted to see this, let's see what he's made of. He will think the shower is going for him. Let's play."

I heard him call me as he started into the bathroom, " Shay Lyn ..." He stopped quickly as he saw Lisa and I standing under the spray of water looking at him through the glass.

I had slipped my index finger under her bra strap and Lisa had placed her hand on the front of my tight jeans.

The smile that spread over his face, I will never forget. I knew I felt Lisa's heart race a little at the sight of him standing there, his left hand on his waist and titling his head smiling. He finally managed to ask, " Shay Lyn...what are you up to?"

"Say hi to Lisa..and have a seat. I will be with you in a few," I shouted to him as I reached to undo her bra.

He pulled up the chair from the vanity and sat just outside the bathroom door. He had the best seat in the house. He sat and watched as I, his lady, fulfilled one of his fantasies.

As I slid Lisa's bra from her shoulders, I could still smell the Curve she had placed there. Leaning into her neck, I began to kiss her shoulders. He could see the nipple on her tit mushroom quickly. Water began to trail off of it like a stream. As Lisa laid her head back, he knew he was in for a good show. He watched as I moved my lips to her chest. He knew what a detailed lover I was. He always knew I could please a woman, he just wondered how I would receive being pleasured by one.

Lisa slid her hands under my top after she quickly untucked it. She started to lift it and brought it over my head exposing my breast being pushed up by my bra. She immediately scooped my right tit from the cup and placed her wet mouth on it. He actually heard my gasp over the running water. My bra fell, I spread my legs to steady my self. He watched as Lisa moved over to my hard nipple. She took it inside her mouth. Her sucking was visible as her cheeks began to work in a rhythm that was taking me by complete surprise. My hands slipped down the curve of her wet body. Slipping my hands into the waist of her wet jeans, she sucked her tummy in as I started to the front of them. Removing my right hand to unsnap them, I slipped my left hand down to her trimmed mound. 

I had not noticed she was peeling my jeans from me at the same time. I knew that Lisa was getting my attention. My concentration seemed to be going down the drain as she touched me with her mouth in places that only a man had touched.

He watched as Lisa began to suck at the top of my stomach. Lisa began to step on the bottom of her jeans and pulling up causing them to slide down her shapely legs. My inexperience did not seen to phase her. 

He could see my hand between her legs, touching her pussy. He was getting excited. The fullness in his slacks was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He unbuckled his belt, un buttoned his slacks and unzipped them. His dick was fully erect. He had to touch himself. As he watched the two in the shower, the water streaming down the glass, he had to stroke it. He was telling himself to go slow as he felt his balls reacting to the excitement. He tried closing his eyes to regain his composure. He could not do it. He had to watch.

Lisa had started a trail with her tongue down my tummy. As she got to my belly bo, I filled my hands with her hair. I turned and looked at him. He knew by the look on my face, this girl was fucking me up. I seen his dick in his hand. It was so hard, the head seemed larger than ever. The veins seems to be pulsing. I saw where his eyes were focused. He was watching Lisa licking and sucking at my little white panties. I could feel her sucking the water from them. When I felt her slip her finger inside the elastic waistband I pulled her hair back and looked down at her. 

" Look at him," I whispered.

Lisa turned and looked seeing his hand holding his thick dick. She gave him a little wink and turn back to me. Taking the fabric of my panties that was over my mound between her teeth, I felt it as she pulled the cameltoe from my wet slit. Slowly she pulled the wet panties from me and I stepped out of them.

I had to laugh as she opened the shower door just enough and tossed my wet panties onto the floor in front of him. 

We both laughed as we heard him say in a raspy voice, "I should have known she would have got a sassy one."

I knew I wanted to take this out of the shower, so I cut the water off. We popped the shower door open and grabbed two fluffy towels and began to dry each other off. Some areas took a little more rubbing than others. 

He had moved into the bedroom area. He had removed his clothes quickly and had his boxer briefs on, well tented. 

As we came back into the bedroom area wrapped in towels, he was going over the food cart. He was pretending not to notice we were in the room.

Lisa and I had stepped up to the edge of the bed and she pulled me to her. She placed her lips to mine and started to softly tug at them. I felt my clit begin to ache. Wanting to be touched. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Her mouth was sweet. 

I smiled to myself thinking there was no stubble. I loved the stubble, but that thought quickly left me as I felt her hands on my ass. 

I reached for her hand and turned to the food cart. 

He was still there eating and pretending to not watch us. His dick was selling him out though.

I lead Lisa to the cart and picked up a big, red, juicy strawberry. Lisa took one and drug it through the whipped cream. She then placed it between my legs, pulled it through my slit and then placed it to her mouth. 

As she ate the strawberry, I followed her lead and placed the strawberry to her slit, then to my mouth. As I bit into the fruit I glanced over to him. He stopped chewing finding it hard to swallow. I then asked Lisa, " You like butterscotch?"

She assured me she loved it.

I picked up the bowl of butterscotch pudding, winked at him knowing it was his favorite as we walked to the bed. I placed my index and middle finger into the bowl of pudding. I then applied the pudding over her nipples. Peeking it. Making sure it covered the entire areola. I then got more pudding on my fingers and she spread her legs slightly as I smeared the pudding over her wet swollen lips. He was watching my hand as my middle finger slipped inside her quickly and back out. 

Lisa then applied the pudding to me. Covering my areolas and then covering my pussy. She looked over at him as she put more pudding on my pussy and told him, " I am a hearty eater."

He smiled at her and said, " Now Lisa, I felt that in my balls." 

Smiling, Lisa laid down on the bed. I turned and leaned over her taking my tongue and licking just enough pudding from her to uncover her left nipple, then I moved to the right one. Moving back a little hovering over her, she was able to latch on to my nipple and began to clean the pudding off. A slow lick at a time. He knew how sensitive my nipples were so he was not surprised when I started moaning with every slash she made over them with her tongue.

I had to taste her. I lowered my mouth to her diaphram and started a trail of kisses to her pussy. As I slide down her, I could feel her warm breath getting closer to my wetness.

Placing my hands on her knees, I spread her legs more as I looked up at him. I wanted him to see what I was about to do. My face got a quick change of expression as I felt Lisa's first lick at my pussy with her tongue. I gasped as he looked at me, my eyes fluttered a little. I held my breath. Lisa was running her tongue up and down my labia. Stopping at times to slip her tongue up in me. 

He could see the pleasure on my face.

Lisa placed her hands on my hips to hold me to her as she fucked me with her tongue. As I felt my body being pleased, I watched him as he stroked his dick. I could see the head becoming slick and shiny with his sweet precum. 

I slipped my index finger inside Lisa and nodded for him to come to the edge of the bed. As he approached, his dick bobbing in front of him, I knew I wanted him too. 

As I was working my finger in and out of Lisa's wet pussy, I raised my head as to meet his dick. He placed two fingers on this shaft, pressing it down to me. I took just the head in my mouth and began to suck. He was getting suck for suck. He felt everyone I got from Lisa. 

I then pulled my mouth from his dick. He was so hard. 

Looking up at him standing over me, seeing my pussy in another's woman's face, my face between her legs. 

I reached for his hand. Taking it, I pulled him down and he got on his knees at the foot of the bed. I then placed his middle finger at Lisa's opening. He looked at me with a puzzled look. As I pushed his thick finger into Lisa's pussy I whispered to him, " We are partners...we share." I begin to move his finger in and out until he started doing it himself. 

Turning his palm upward, I heard Lisa moan from underneath me. I knew his long, thick finger had touched her g-spot. 

I pulled up on the hood protecting her clit and he watched as I teased her with the diamond he had enjoyed. Lisa began to cum. Her body was soaring as he and I put her over the edge. He placed another finger to her pussy and brought it to my lips. It was coated with her juices, he slipped it into my mouth. I looked at him as I removed all of her from his finger. I then placed my finger into her wet pussy, removed it and then placed it to his lips. His surprise was all over his face. He began licking Lisa from my finger, never taking his eyes from mine.

Lisa took my clit between her lips and began to suck. I was louder than he had ever heard me. The feeling was so intense it was almost deafening. 

He slipped his finger from her and I placed my tongue there, licking her up and down slowly then my ass begin to move up and down as I fucked her tongue. My tongue was going in and out of her as she had another orgasm. 

I reached to him taking his dick in my hand. I raised up pulling myself from Lisa, quickly turning my ass to the end of the bed. He loved when I would get on my hands and knees. He quickly placed his arms around me and pulled me up as his thick dick started demanding entrance to my pussy. 

Lisa moved forward between my legs and was able to place her tongue against the underside of his dick. That was the only part of his dick that was not inside me. She was stroking it with her toungue every time he entered and withdrew a little from me. I could feel her nose touching my clit and the sounds he was making as he fucked me were wonderful. I felt my body begin to tense up around his dick. I could feel it swelling more. We both began to cum. Lisa was there to taste us both as it came from me.

As we caught our breaths and separated, he and I could not wait for Lisa to leave. Now we wanted some one on one. Before Lisa left she told me it looked like I do knew my man.

I had to reply..." No...I try and include him ONLY when I feel safe about it...just like I just did." 



Lisa, A Story From A Male Admirer



This story is based on the truth and real people.

It all started in a routine sort of a way. Well, routine in a Literotica sort of way really!

Let me explain. I am a lifetime fetishist. Male, 63, heavy build and hairy to gorilla standard. I experimented at an early age with wet clothing and kept at that converting to female attire through two marriages, two divorces and on to a third marriage. Except for the third marriage, this was all done in secret.

About ten years ago, I discovered latex clothing. I never looked back. I loved the stuff.

So I involved the missus. OK, but reluctant I think describes it. She insisted that I stop the cross dressing, rubber or not, in return for her knowing about my preferences. Then came the Internet, Mach2, RubberPal and of course Literotica plus loads of others.

Then about three years ago my missus seemed to lose her libido. We still loved one another (and still do) but sex seemed to ebb away and indeed, in her case, become painful.

Most marriages wouldn't survive another woman giving sexual favour and ours is no exception. Flying solo and Internet porn is only goes so far and, eventually palls.

So where was this Dominant hairy male's albeit waning sexual appetite supposed to go?

One of the sections on this very site is labelled Transexual and Cross Dresser and I spent quite a lot of time in there, reading about forced feminisation and sucking bloke's cocks. Although I liked cross dressing and the feel of women's clothes on me, I had no real desire to go further with it by shaving and other faffing about plus there was no way I was ever going to be submissive. Just not me.

Then I thought, hang on a sec. I want a woman but not a real one, I like latex dressing and have a few bits of male stuff, trousers, vest and a body suit plus some shorts, a thong and a dressing gown and I have a ton of bondage equipment and I like taking control of situations.

So without further ado I posted a profile on a TV site and re-activated my profile on a BDSM site that I had been on for many years. A couple of blog entries and a quick search and post on the TV site revealed that I had struck gold. Within two months I had entertained, bound and lashed four TV's!! No sex though. Huge thrills and lots of cum leaked but no sexual contact.

Anyway that leads me to the point of this story. 

I had gone to a TV meet in a pub and met the delectable Lisa. She had been dressed in a really gorgeous black cocktail dress, short, tight and revealing. Her body was very smooth and slightly tanned and she was tall and slim. Within an hour she asked me to accompany her to a fetish club but I regretfully declined.

She looked me up on the net and contacted me the following day.

To cut a long story short, she was now in my flat dressed in a black sequinned bra, black panties, black suspender belt and sheer black stockings and only a very short pink mini skirt with a diamante decorated buckle. I had her in bondage. I had put on ankle and wrist leather cuffs and used chains and screw link couplings to join them together. She was wearing a fairly severe leather collar and a ball gag. I laid her down on the floor and tightened her bonds and the ball gag. I had left her like that for about fifteen minutes. When I returned, she was putty.

I changed her bondage so that her arms were up behind her back, bodily lifted her back to her knees and then proceeded to give her the requisite red bum using a wooden spoon (my trade secret!), a short rubber whip (very stingy) and a suede flogger. She took it all. I know she has had much greater experiences but this, as she admitted, was very different for her.

I, of course, was enjoying my endorphin laden high of delivering this experience.

I released her from the hogtie and gag and she dutifully crawled the length of my hall on my dog leash.

I then proceeded to investigate whether she wanted to be kissed. She turned out to be an expert and willing kisser.

Whilst in deep submission and on all fours I commanded her to kiss my shoes which she dutifully did. I should add here that I always wear high heels when sceneing. My wife and I are blessed with the same shoe size.

After a couple of minutes, I instructed her to kiss my feet through my nylon pop socks. Then I instructed her to move onto my shiny latex trouser leg which she willingly did and I slowly lifted her head as she did so. When she reached my thigh, I unzipped my fly and reached into my latex thong to release my erect but not rigid cock.

Without a word, our eyes met as my cock slid gently into her warm mouth, the remnants of her bright red lipstick framing and encircling my member. I felt her tongue on my glans and helmet as her mouth slid gently down to the base and my now throbbing cock hit the back of her throat. She held it there as her eyes met mine again. I have never seen such a look; not love or pleasure but deep submission and a desire to satisfy me. Powerful emotions ran between us as she serviced me with her mouth oh so slowly and gently with expert tongue movements and lip pressure.

God she felt good!

I felt her lick off my pre cum. I watched as she closed her eyes in concentration and I reached behind her and clipped her wrists together. She sighed and almost shuddered in pleasure.

She held very still as my load shot out into her warm mouth and I felt her swallowing as my last jerks evacuated my sperm.

As my cock went flaccid and left her mouth, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me. A gentle smile of satisfaction that she had been successful in servicing my needs.

Within a few minutes she had slipped away her job done, back to her own vanilla life and me to mine.

We are both married and neither of us felt that we had betrayed them.

Neither of us is gay.

Perhaps this was a one off, never to be repeated but the feelings were so powerful that I just had to share it with you.



Lisa:  A Tale



Chapter 1

My name is Lisa. I work as a secretary in a large downtown insurance company (if I tell you the name, I will have to kill you). My friends and co-workers tell me I'm hot. I look in the mirror, and I can sort of see what they mean, but I'm not particularly confident of my ability to attract the opposite sex. So I often find myself alone on a Friday night.

This particular Friday evening, I am at a local popular hookup bar (don't ask me to tell you the name. You already know what will happen to you). Not the sort of place you'd expect to find a hot but insecure young lady, but I didn't promise you consistency. This is a story and you'll just have to go with it.

I'm sitting alone at a small table for 2. The bar is relatively quiet for a Friday night, I suspect because it's a holiday weekend, and everyone with an automobile and a stressed out week got on the road out of the city as fast as their little wheels would take them. There are 6 or 7 guys at the bar, a couple of them looking furtively my way, and there are about 6 tables with mixed groups, or all guys.

I'm sipping my second Cosmopolitan, feeling a little sorry for myself because I don't have a car, and neither do any of my friends, but THEY all managed to hook up with someone to take them out of this godforsaken city. Maybe I am more angry than sad.

As I am drifting off into my own world, there is a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see a very attractive man, tall, slim, dressed in pressed jeans, a sweater, and athletic shoes, carrying what looks like scotch on the rocks.. He smiles at me. I'm blinded by the smile, but I keep my cool. 

"Hello, pretty lady, may I join you?" 

I've heard lines, and I love that he didn't use one. Just straight out: you're cute and I want to sit with you.

"Be my guest, kind sir," I flirt. 

He sits opposite me, puts his drink on the table, and looks at me. 

"This is my first visit to this lovely city. I'm here with a couple of friends for a hockey game tomorrow night. Tonight, well, we heard this is a great spot to meet people and have a casual chat. Did I get good information?" 

He smiles again.

"You did", I smile back. "You may begin to chat casually at any time. I'm listening." 

He laughs. 

"So, as I said, we love hockey and we love to chat. But you can't chat at a hockey game. Too much noise. And if you're chatting and not paying attention, you could get hit by an errant hockey puck."

"That would be so sad. Your first visit to our fair city, and you're killed by a flying piece of hard plastic. I think I may cry."

He reaches out his hand and says "My name is Robert. What's yours?" 

He shakes my hand. 

"I'm Lisa." 

His hand lingers in my hand, and I can feel a tingle rising in the center of my body. My kegels start to squeeze involuntarily. 

"What do you do here in this city?" 

I reluctantly pull my hand away. 

"I'm a secretary at a big insurance company downtown. What do you do?" 

"I'm a spy. I work for the CIA. I'm afraid I can't tell you more than that, or I will have to kill you." 

I laugh much more than the joke calls for, since it is my line, and he delivers it so well. 

"Gee, Lisa, I've used that line more than a few times, and it never before got that enthusiastic of a reaction. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." 

A favorite line from my favorite movie. He was rapidly overcoming my insecurities.

"Where are your friends?" 

"They're at that table in the back." 

I glance over, but can't really see them. 

"Well, aren't they lonely without you?" 

"I suspect they are. Would you like to meet them?" 

"I believe I would." 

By then both of our drinks are empty, and Robert says, 

"Let's go then. I'll get us more drinks when we reach our destination."

We approach Robert's table. His friends turn to greet us. Well, imagine this. I'm thinking Robert is hot, and his two pals turn out to be hotter and hottest. Now I'm a little weak in the knees (not to mention tipsy), and I put out my hand. 

"I'm Lisa." 

One guy takes my hand and says "I'm James." 

He rises, bends slightly forward, and kisses the back of my hand. Well, now I have to collect the puddle forming on the floor, and I take that hand and reach out for the other friend. 

"I'm Cutler. Please forgive James. He was raised by aristocracy in England, and he is unaccustomed to the relaxed ways of America." 

I laugh. 

James says "Come on Cutler, that was just a perfectly executed romantic gesture, now wasn't it, Lisa?" 

James does not have an English accent. I can see this is going to be fun.

Robert orders drinks all around. The conversation gets louder and more flirty, and I am getting more drunk by the minute. I can't take my eyes off of any one of them, which is difficult as I only have 2 eyes.

(Dear reader, you and I know where this is going, and I know you want to get to the good part, so as witty and droll as the dialogue is, I will skip the rest of it on your behalf).

Two hours later, I take a sip from my 6th Cosmo, and stifle a yawn. 

"Gentlemen, I have enjoyed this evening immensely, but I am fading. Shall we call it a night?" 

I start to stand up, but I stagger. Robert grabs my arm. 

James says, "The knightly code of honor forbids that we leave a damsel in distress. We will escort you to your door so that you are safe from roving bandits." 

I say, "Well, how sweet. I live 3 blocks from here. Let's go." 

Robert pays the tab, we put our jackets on, and walk out of the bar.

Chapter 2

We stroll down the street, arm in arm. Me and Robert, Cutler and James. They don't seem to mind that they are getting quizzical stares from passersby. We arrive at my apartment. They seem prepared to drop me off, but I can't let go of a certain fantasy I've had since the beginning of the evening. 

"Hey, guys, how about coming up and having a glass of wine to top off the evening?" 

Do I actually think there is a chance they will refuse? Right. 

Robert says "That would be delightful. Lead the way."

Up the stairs, down the hall, key in slot, open door, enter. I won't bore you with the layout of the apartment (you don't really care), except to say that it is one very large room (this is the city, afterall), with a couch, a chair opposite the couch, a coffee table in between, and a queen bed off to the side. Fortunately I cleaned the apartment just yesterday.

"Take off your jackets and sit down." 

I point to the couch, and they do. I walk by the chair and toss my jacket on it. 

"I'm getting a bottle of wine and glasses." 

I go to the cupboard, take out a bottle of red, unscrew the cap (stop laughing, dear reader. So I like cheap wine. So sue me). I return to the table (I might add that I am walking pretty unsteadily at this point), and pour four FULL glasses of wine, emptying the bottle. 

"Drink up." 

I put my glass to my lips and guzzle half the glass. The boys each take a sip.

I sit down on the chair and stare at them. I have been getting steadily more turned on throughout the evening, and my thong is pretty wet at this point. I don't want the juice to get on my jeans, as I don't want to have to do another wash.

"Shall we play a game?" 

They nod. 

I say, "I'll start, but I'm not going to tell you what the game is, you have to guess." 

They seem to like that idea.

I stand up opposite them, and begin to unbutton my shirt, then remove it. Underneath is a black lacy bra. I reach behind, unhook it, and remove it. I am standing there naked from the waist up, and they are staring directly at my breasts. I may not be Dolly Parton, but mine are real, and they are spectacular (apologies to Seinfeld). I just stand there sipping wine, and don't say a word.

Cutler finally says "I think I get it. We're playing Monkey See, Monkey Do." 

"Bingo" I say, and make the sign of a gun firing at him with my thumb and forefinger.

Robert, James, and Cutler stand up as one. Robert pulls his sweater off over his head, and James and Cutler unbutton and remove their shirts. I cannot believe how beautiful they are. They simply must be gay.

Without saying anything, I sit down, remove my pumps, stand up, and unzip my jeans. I slide them down slowly, pull them off, and toss them aside. My skimpy thong is saturated at this point.

James, Cutler and Robert are still standing, so they sit down, remove their shoes, unbutton their jeans, pull them down and off, also toss them aside, and stand up. James and Cutler are wearing boxer briefs, and Robert is wearing boxers. All three are semi-erect. I can see the outline of James and Cutler's cocks through the briefs, and I am not disappointed. Robert's cock is sticking it's head out the front of the boxers. I want to laugh, but I'm not about to spoil the mood.

I wait a tantalizing moment, and rip my thong down my legs, and kick it away. I can see their eyes glaze. My shaved pussy is so wet that the juice is running freely down my thigh. I reach down, touch the moisture, and return my fingers to my lips so that I can lick them seductively.

James, Robert, and Cutler drop their underwear to the floor, and kick them away. Their semi-erect cocks are going to full attention as I watch. I thought they were gorgeous clothed, but naked, they are breathtaking. Now I am sure they are gay.

"OK," I say, "Now we are going to play a different game. I'm the drill sergeant, and you are my new recruits. James, go to the nightstand next to the bed and get the KY jelly. You two, come with me." 

We all head to the bed.

"Cutler, lay down on the bed, face up, with your head at the foot of the bed." 

He does. The other two watch from next to the bed. I climb up on the bed, facing Cutler's head, straddle him, grab his cock, adjust it, and I plunge down on it, all the way. Cutler immediately starts pumping. 

"No, you fool, stop that." 

(Men!! You have to tell them EVERYTHING).

"Now, James, get up on the bed behind me, put some KY in my ass, and stick that gorgeous tool of yours in my ass." 

I lean forward on Cutler (and kiss his mouth) so James has access. He slathers on the KY, squats over me, and plunges in. He pumps a couple of times, and I say, 

"What did I just tell Cutler? Weren't you paying attention?" 

He stops in mid thrust. Both James and Cutler are plunged deep inside me, and are perfectly still.

I am so turned on that if I touched my clit, I'd come in 3 seconds, without even rubbing. I am working so hard to keep from doing that, which, frankly is a little easier being as drunk as I am.

I look up to see Robert standing in front of me, still at full attention, with a hangdog look on his face. I can't help but laugh. 

"Don't worry, soldier, you're not going to be left out. Step forward and put your cock in front of my face." 

He does.

"OK, now here's the climax, so to speak, of the game. When I say go, everyone start pumping."

"Go!" 

James and Cutler start going at it. I've never had two cocks in me at once. I cannot explain the feeling of being a chicken cordon bleu stuffed with sausage. I am the most sexually aroused chicken in history (do chickens actually get sexually aroused?) The two penises feel as though they are touching each other, which I know is impossible. I have never felt so filled or fulfilled.

I lift my head, and take Robert's throbbing manhood in my mouth (all erotic stories must include the words "throbbing manhood" somewhere. It's the law), plunge all the way down to deep throat status, and start to suck.

None of us is going to last long. While we're thrusting and plunging, I can see that Cutler is licking and sucking on Robert's scrotum as I blow him. And I can hear Robert and James kissing above me. Hmm. Maybe there really is more to these guys than just pretty faces.

I am unable to groan because my mouth is currently occupied (my mom taught me never to talk with my mouth full), but I am able to hum, and I do, the sound coming out of my nose. There is such an exquisite sensation resonating throughout my body. I feel I could pass out from ecstasy. The 3 men are groaning, moaning, breathing hard, squeaking, whistling through clenched lips, and other assorted sounds. Robert's head is thrown back.

We all reach the point of no return. A volcanic eruption rises in me, James and Cutler plunge faster and faster, I suck Robert's cock all the way in and surround it with a licking tongue. The sounds we make get louder. The movements get faster. We can no longer hold back, and we explode. Oh, this is no ordinary dynamite explosion designed to remove big rock that is obstructing the path for the new highway. No, this is the explosion you get from a WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION. I'm afraid the neighbors may call the Dept. of Homeland Security.

We don't stop as the explosion occurs. We continue to pump and grind and suck. We don't want this to end. After a minute of continued juicy rubbing, we begin to slow down. I remove my mouth from Robert, collapse on top of Cutler, and James collapses on top of me. Robert falls back on the rug, spreadeagled, cum dripping on his stomach from his limp cock. Then he gets up and gets on the bed with us, and hugs his way into the mix. We could easily fall asleep in this position, but I am starting to find it hard to breathe.

"James, I love this, but you have to get off of me, or I will be smothered. Can you imagine the headlines tomorrow morning?" 

James reluctantly kisses the back of my head, and gets off of me. I slip off of Cutler's shrinking cock, and roll to the side.

There is cum and pussy juice everywhere. What a fucking mess. I laugh. 

"OK, recruits, you have clean up duty. There are towels in the bathroom." 

They rise slowly from the bed, get some towels, and start to clean up. I get up and move to the bathroom to wipe myself down. I am still in a state of contained arousal, and I like it. Leave 'em wanting more, I always say.

"Reveille is coming at 6:00 a.m, so you guys better get some sleep. Get dressed and head out." 

Talk about hangdog looks. 

"Come on," I say. "Wasn't that the best sexual experience of you lives? Do you want to spoil it by sleeping on the rug? And all four of us waking up smelling bad?" 

James says,

"Indeed, that would hardly be the chivalrous behavior in which I pride myself."

The 3 men get dressed, I put on a teddy (I sleep in the nude, but there's been enough nudity for one evening). I escort them to the door.

"Robert, James, Cutler. This has been the most interesting and exciting night of my life. I suspect you'd like to come back for round 2 tomorrow night, but you have a hockey game. I hope your team wins."

I open the door and say "Thank you for a lovely evening. Do I at least get a goodnight kiss?"

They laugh. Each in his turn gives me a gentle sweet kiss on the lips, and turns to go. I close the door.

I smile to myself. I start out as shy and unconfident, and look what happens? I move to the bed, which the guys were nice enough to straighten, and wipe off all the bodily fluids from. I lay down and look over at the clock. It's 1:15 a.m. No wonder I'm tired. I remove my teddy, get under the covers, turn to the side, and I'm asleep in seconds.



Lisa Adventures



I have read several stories about couple's adventures at adult theaters but they all sound like they were written by the husband or boyfriend. I thought I'd share an adventure from the "Sluts" point of view. The first thing you need to understand is that most of us that enjoy public sex truly love being naughty sluts and deep down we appreciate guys that push us to be even sluttier. It kind of relieves us of the responsibility of being naughty. You don't need to understand this just accept it, because we are women.

I'm sure there are a lot more women that would love to enjoy a sex filled night at the theater but they don't have partners that enjoy seeing them acting like sluts. We need special guys that are not jealous and know that at the end of the night they are the ones we always come back to. My husband is the love of my life and he just loves to share me and after watching me for a while he always comes and takes his turn. Our trips to the theater are pretty spontaneous and I suggest it as much as he does. Once we decide to go my excitement level begins to go up. I shower and make myself up, because I really want to look good. Then I find something real sexy to wear. The look I'm trying to put out there is "she is hot and wants to get fucked". Most of the time I wear stockings with or without garters, 5" heels and a very short clingy dress or skirt and top that is easily removed. Sometimes for accent I'll wear and under the bust bra to show off my tits more. By the time I'm finished dressing my pussy is very wet and I am very anxious to get there. To complete your picture I'm 34, 5'4", 119, 32D, bleach blond, dark hairy bush, firm bubble butt and most guys think I'm attractive. I know I'm not a 10 but hubby thinks I am so I'm real happy. 

On this night I'm wearing black stockings with an 8 strap garter, black 5" heels with an ankle strap and a very short black dress that is almost see-through. The ride to the theater takes about 25 minutes and I sip a drink while Bill drives. He heightens my excitement by asking me how slutty I'm going to be and how many new cocks I'm going to meet. He really knows how to heat me up. When we get there he helps me out of the car and kisses me passionately and tells me to let go and enjoy myself. Then we walk in. Inside there is a lighted room with toys, magazines and videos on display and we casually walk around looking at videos. We are not really interested in them but it gives the guys a chance to get a good look. I make a couple of blends to see low shelved videos and my ass and pussy are on display for those watching. When I straighten up I look at the guys that were watching and give them a knowing smile. Some of them always look away in embarrassment. When we are satisfied I've perked there interest so we go into the theater. 

The theater is very dark so at first we stand in the back, letting our eyes adjust. Because we've done this many times before a lot of the guys recognize us and a group forms around us. I get some nice compliments and then I start to feel hands on my ass. I acknowledge how good it feels and then my pussy and tits are being groped. By this time my dress is over my hips so I ask the guys if they would mind if I took it off. You know the answer and they help me out of it. Now my hands start finding the cocks that are out. After about 10 minutes of us feeling one another I ask one of the guys to get a couch cushion for me. He sets it on the floor in front of me and I get on my knees and start sucking the cocks in front of me. I love to excite them so I tell them what nice cocks they have and how I hope they will treat me to some cum. One of the cocks is a very impressive black one and I really get worked up sucking it. I can feel it hardening so I look up at him and plead with him to cum in my mouth. Then I resume sucking him and get the mouthful I wanted so badly. I make sure all the guys see my treat before swallowing it. Then I thank him and go on to the next. When it comes to sucking cock women usually fall into one of four different groups, ones that don't like to, ones that do it to please their man, ones that like to but don't like cum and ones that love to and love to swallow. I fall into the last group and on many occasions actually have mini orgasms as a guy erupts in my mouth. After about six guys have cum in my mouth I need a break so I get up and we walk down the isle to find a seat. 

The rush that I get walking down the isle naked except for heels and stockings is unbelievable. I feel like a sexual goddess and all of the guys following me want to fuck me. I love showing off for the guys and love being the slut they all want. Once we found an open couch I sat down next to Bill and there was a scramble to see who got the seat next to me on the other side. Immediately I was surrounded and guys were reaching over the back to play with my tits. One guy got down in front of me and urged me to spread my legs so he could eat me. I gladly obliged him. As he licked me I sucked on the cock next to me and played with the cocks in back of me. When the guy next to me said he was going to cum I told him to cum on my tits. He did and it was a nice load. I played with it for awhile and then got some on my finger so I could taste it. That must have excited the guys behind me because they both said they were Cumming so I opened my mouth and gave them a target. I got some in my mouth but most of it was all over my face. Because it excites the guys to see a cum covered face I love having my face covered and don't try and wipe it off. I really look slutty. The guy between my legs has got me on the brink and I concentrate until he gets me off. I'm a little noisy when I cum so the whole theater knows. 

After a short pause the guy that just ate me moves up and I help guide his cock into my very wet pussy. He has a nice cock but the excitement is a bit too much and in very short order he is cumming in me. He gets up and I play with my pussy letting the guys see all the cum he gave me. Then another guy steps up and asks if he can be next and I gladly tell him to come on. I think he was a little nervous because he fucked me for a good ten minutes before he finally came. I came a couple of times and thanked him. Then there was an unexpected surprise. One of the guys got down between my legs and began eating my cum soaked pussy. This turned off some of the guys but it just thrilled me and I made sure all the guys knew it. When he finished I had cum a couple of times and I pulled him to me and gave him a very passionate kiss. For the record it excites me to watch 2 guys do each other. Next was a big black man with a very nice cock he fucked me real good and when he was ready to cum I told him to cum in my mouth. He pulled out and I took his cock in my mouth just as it spewed his load. He came a lot and I thanked him and made sure all the guys knew how much I had enjoyed it. The next guy that fucked me used a condom, not my favorite; he was well built and felt really good and made me cum again before he came. As he got up I reached out and grabbed his cock so I could take the condom off his now wilting cock. I played with the condom for a bit and then poured its contents all over my tits. Sometimes I drink the contents but the rubber gives it an unpleasant taste. 

I needed a break so Bill went out into the lobby to get me something to drink. While he was gone I had some of the guys around me jack off on me. I love to have guys cum on me and seeing it shoot out of their cocks is awesome. My face, hair and tits were covered. Being a tease I asked the guys if I looked slutty enough. They were all so complimentary and this turned me on even more. When Bill got back I did wipe some off my face and sipped on the drink he brought me. As I relaxed and quenched my thirst a very good looking guy stood in front of my playing with his cock, just inviting me to play with it. Temptation over came me and I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. After sucking him for a while I changed positions and asked him if he would like a treat. He responded that he was already getting a treat. I thanked him for the compliment and told him that I would really appreciate if he would fuck me in the ass. He was over joyed so I sucked him and got his cock well lubed and turned so he could enter my ass. I told him to go slow and he did and in no time he was buried in my ass. The initial penetration over it felt so good and he picked up the pace and fucked me so good. Before he came I had an incredible anal orgasm that I couldn't control and was very vocal about. I needed another break after that.

The rest of the night just kind of ran together as I fucked and sucked the other guys. After about three hours we decided it was time to go home. I had a damp wash cloth in my purse and used it to clean my tits, pussy and ass before putting my dress back on. I know my face still had dried cum on it but that was my badge of honor. I thanked all the guys for a wonderful evening and they all said it was them that should be thanking me. As we left I told them I hoped to see them again real soon. On the ride home I thanked Bill for a great night, he told me it wasn't over yet because he couldn't wait to get me home and fuck me till we feel asleep from exhaustion. We talked about the night and some of the guys as we drove and he asked me how many I had tried. He knows I never count so I pleaded with him to tell me how many. It was a good night I had over 18 guys and some twice.

When we got home I got the fucking of the night and I feel asleep in his arms. In the morning I got up after him and when I looked in the mirror I was covered in dried cum. I cleaned myself up, showering and combing out my hair and went downstairs. I was greeted by a smiling husband, a hot cup of coffee and an offer to fix my breakfast. When he finished fixing breakfast we sat and ate at the counter and talked about last night again. I truly enjoy nights like this and am blessed to have a husband that understands and enjoys it with me.



Lisa and Al



The image staring back at me in the full length mirror was startlingly revealing. Taller than most women, I still looked every bit the blushing bride, awaiting the night of her deflowering. 

A flimsy veil hung in front of carefully made-up eyes, partially covering the rouged cheeks and light pink lipstick. My shoulders were bare, showing a bit of skin, yet not too revealing. A long, flowing, white dress seemed spectacular in its presentation. A lovely corsage fit comfortably into my hand as though I was accustomed to holding one.

To all appearances, I was the typical blushing bride. But beneath the lovely gown a different story was told. At first glance, once the beautiful dress was removed, it would seem I was every bit the excited bride, eager to show her wares. It was apparent that the underwear chosen was selected for one reason only—to entice a lustful lover. Scantily and provocatively attired, I wore around my slim hips a white garter belt. Attached to the sexy straps were sheer, white nylons. A matching white-laced bra and crotchless panties were added reminders of the events to occur later on that evening. But hidden beneath the sexy panties was just the slightest, tiniest hint that something was amiss.

A touch of nerves hit me as I was summoned. The proceedings were about to begin. The wedding was on. 

Why was I so nervous? Why, then the peculiar nerves? The event was my dream come true, right? The day I had looked forward to ever since I met my beloved Lisa. 

What, you ask? You noticed that I am in love with a woman. Am I a lesbian then? No, I'm not, certainly not in the usual sense. 

The explanation lay beneath the sexy, crotchless panties. The strange fit told a bizarre twist in the proceedings, one that not everyone was privy to. 

It seemed that tucked underneath, between the legs, entirely hidden from view and frankly, completely useless, was a small but influential penis. That's right—the bride—me—is a man. 

Or, I should say, I used to be a man, once upon a time, before Lisa came into my life and took charge. 

As I walked down the aisle, by now accustomed to high heels, I tried to put the minor irregularities aside and enjoy the ceremony. The day I waited for so long, had arrived. Finally, it looked as though my dream of marriage was here at last. Ordinarily, you would think, the occasion should be the happiest moment of my interesting yet slightly perverted life. But I sensed something yet to come. 

As I stood at the altar, I glanced over at my wife-to-be, Lisa. What a sight to behold. Of course, considering the solemn occasion, she was also beautifully dressed in an expensive, flowing, full-length wedding gown. 

As my adoring eyes washed over her absolute perfection, I noticed that Lisa wore a very satisfied, almost smug, look on her face. 

Alas, my heart breaking in two, she didn't return my adoring gaze. Instead, her eyes were riveted on the best man—Al, standing to her immediate right. Dressed in a smartly tailored black tuxedo, Al adjusted the cuffs of his white shirt, pulling them down so the diamond cuff-links twinkled in the light. 

Even though a touch of jealousy still lingered in me, I had to admit that there was something very appropriate about the choice of Al as the best man. It certainly was the position he held in our relationship. Beyond doubt, Al was the best man, but we'll get into the details of that later. 

My eyes left Al and settled on the love of my life. The smile on her face, the glow in her cheeks, there seemed to be no question that Lisa was happy—extremely happy. After all, why shouldn't she be? Hadn't everything turned out the way she wanted? In fact, hadn't everything turned out exactly the way she wanted? 

What was wrong with me? Why wasn't I bursting with joy? Here I was about to be married, something I desired from the day I met Lisa, the one true love of my life. But for some reason something seemed wrong. 

Why? Lisa was here—the perfect bride. I was here, another perfect bride. Al was here, as the best man. Why did it seem that something had gone wrong then? 

The three of us stood on the altar, Al and Lisa to my right, sort of close together, and then me. Suddenly, I was aware of another presence to my left. Just as Al stood to the right of Lisa, someone was standing next to me. 

What was this? Two brides and two best men? 

Could this be? Two brides and two grooms? 

The answer to the strange event can only be understood by studying the past. Frankly, the reasons for my reluctant good cheer are difficult to explain, even now. Don't get me wrong, there was never any question of my devotion to Lisa. It's just that I had a somewhat different ending to the fairy tale than the one that was about to take place. Of course I wanted Lisa—I'm just not certain I wanted her this way. You're probably asking yourself, what in the hell am I talking about? Why the pre-wedding jitters? Well, trust me, it's a long story but one worth listening to, if you're interested in these sort of perverted things. 

The tale starts a while back, maybe six months ago, before all the changes took place, before I became something somewhat less than a man.

The first time I met Lisa was at work. At the time, I had no idea of the drastic results of such an innocent encounter. 

From the very first time I laid eyes on her, I was smitten by her stunning appearance. 

A short, busty brunette, with hair curled down over her forehead, Lisa looks a little like Jennifer Love Hewitt—the cute little nose, the dominant bust, and the thin waist. The main difference was that Lisa was by far the sexier of the two. Jennifer is cute, Lisa is stunning.

Dark brown eyes that could penetrate into your very soul turned me to jelly whenever she cast them on me. A body that is very curvy in all the right places, Lisa is blessed with full breasts, a knockout ass and great legs. 

There is absolutely nothing sexier than watching her strut down the hallway, her sensual legs striding smartly, as her gorgeous fanny rotates in a hypnotic manner, drawing all eyes to the desirability of this perfect asset. To add to the delicious image, fortunately, for all of us drooling after her, Lisa usually wears short, tight skirts that cling to her incredible rear end and at the same time expose her sexy legs, clearly illuminating all of her womanly assets. 

In high heels, a tight mini and a revealing blouse—Lisa is the ideal fantasy for every man, if not the ultimate wet dream. Certainly I was no exception. 

After noticing her arrival I quickly found out everything I could about her. Not too experienced, Lisa started in the company as a secretary. Unfortunately, she worked in a different department than mine but from my office, if I stood up, I could watch her work away at her computer. 

It turned out that this incredible beauty was somewhat shy and so it took a while before I could make my presence known to her. At first, my flirtations were subtle and not too overt—always complimenting her simple yet effective outfits and the way she looked. Mostly, I was trying to establish eye contact with her. When she did return a glance, her gaze seemed to search my very soul as if seeking some secret revelation, looking for the hidden essence in me that even I didn't know existed. Even though I held the position of manager and she was only a secretary, I was always the one who looked away first.

Our relationship began slowly, as I schemed different ways to get her alone. In the beginning, I included her in groups, inviting a few of the employees out to lunch as a reward for good performance. Actually, the meal was entirely self-serving. It was merely a pretense so I could be near this goddess. Eventually, the lunches went from groups of five or six to smaller gatherings of three and four. Finally I whittled the meals to just Lisa and another co-worker. 

One day, the three of us headed out to a Mexican restaurant. Unfortunately, the co-worker jumped in the front with me forcing Lisa to the back. Watching her in the rearview mirror, I waited until she buckled up before moving. She glanced back at me with a sort of inquisitive look as I smiled. 

With the car in reverse, I decided to take advantage of the situation. As I turned to back out of the parking space, my eyes were drawn to Lisa's curvaceous legs. The little guy started to wake up.

While slowly backing out, my lustful gaze remained glued to those delicious limbs, too obvious for her to miss. As I gave those luscious gams the once over, my hungry eyes lingered on her creamy stems. It took every bit of restraint for me to not lick my lips in appreciation. 

"Nice scenery," I commented suggestively, my eyes barely able to stray from the incredible view. Unaware of the flirtatious exchange, the employee in front wrongly assumed I was merely talking about some vista outside the window. Only Lisa and I knew the truth. I was referring to the sight of her great legs as they sloped down from the backseat. Even now, thinking back at that scene causes my mouth to water, my heart to skip a beat, my manhood to stir and my throat to constrict. If I had any doubts about how strongly I was attracted to her and how much I desired her, they ended with that simple glance. 

Somehow, lunch went off without a hitch—I even made her laugh once or twice. But I still wasn't making the kind of progress I wanted. 

Things soon changed. After weeks of persistent yet frustrating efforts, the relatively immature flirtations finally developed into something much more. 

The opportunity to take a big step forward arrived. Since the lunches seemed to work—Lisa was accustomed to accompanying me—I invited her and another female employee out to dinner. The invitation was given under the auspices of a minor celebration for a particularly good month of business. To my great pleasure, they both agreed to come. 

We met at a popular restaurant. It had a bar that was a hangout for lively crowds. After a good meal, we drifted into the bar. Conniving to the end, I managed to sit between the two at a round table. 

As the evening wore on, the three of us did our best to consume a goodly amount of beer and wine. Consequently, as I intended, the conversation became more and more ribald and suggestive, especially with my subtle references to Lisa. 

Emboldened by alcohol, enthralled by her beauty, I finally made a move. As I was regaling some humorous story, I leaned toward the beautiful Lisa as the punch line neared. As I did, I reached under the table with a brave and noble hand and gently touched her on the thigh with the tips of my fingers. 

Lisa was wearing some sort of orange skirt/shorts outfit. At the time, I didn't know what it was called. This was before my introduction into female garb. 

Conveniently, it revealed most of her legs, including a good portion of her sensual thighs. Of course, my naughty fingers lingered on the fabric, pressing softly, as though merely emphasizing a significant point in the tale. 

The first time I touched her under the table, a very daring move I might add, I was tentative and fully prepared for an immediate withdrawal if she was in the least bit offended. In fact, I was more than a little worried that she would haul off and slap me right across the face. Fortunately, the only reaction I received was an unreadable glance as she sipped on her drink. 

As she didn't resist or complain I felt emboldened to try again, barely touching her leg once more, stressing another crucial point. Only this time I added a tiny caress at the end before withdrawing in respect. Another enigmatic gaze was given. She didn't resist my caresses, but there was no encouragement either. 

The woman was simply too fascinating. 

The third time I dared to fondle her incredible body, I let my hand remain on her soft thigh, momentarily resting, until the story was finished. As my fingers lingered on her soft thigh, I caressed the fabric softly. 

At this point, it seemed fairly obvious, at least to me, that my lustful intentions were out in the open. The prolonged gesture could only be interpreted one way—suggestive. 

Lisa allowing me the honor of fondling her leg gave me a great deal of hope. 

A half hour later, more alcohol consumed, I persuaded them to come to my house. A new CD by a popular group was just out so I used the flimsy pretext that they should hear it to lure them into my lair. Once inside, the two women sat on the couch while I entertained them with different songs. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the other woman had the decency to leave us alone and excused herself to use the facilities. 

Alone at last!

With the subtly of a hormone-driven teenager, I grasped the opportunity. Almost as soon as the other woman disappeared around the corner, I jumped up from my position on the couch and advanced to the shocked and rising Lisa. My sudden and daring move obviously caught her off guard and the mysterious aloofness disappeared from her face. Unfortunately, it was replaced by an alarmed look but I never hesitated, pulling her into my arms and kissing her passionately. 

Incredibly, her sensual mouth opened as soon as our lips met. My lustful tongue invaded eagerly, twisting around and tasting her, savoring the rich flavor of her mouth. Her tongue fought back against mine as though her desire to possess my mouth was as strong as mine was for hers. 

Her soft, voluptuous body melted into mine and I ground against her groin feverishly, rubbing myself to a state of rampant hardness. Desperately, finally, I was able to grab the object of so many nights' dreams—her voluptuous, very soft and sexy ass—and as I did, I squeezed hard, pulling her into me as tightly as I could. 

Alas, all good things must end and unfortunately, within minutes, we were interrupted by the return of her friend. Our brief encounter was ended. 

Having broken the ice, so to speak, my pursuit from then on shifted into a higher gear after that night, which ended at her car with a few more passionate kisses. Every day after work we met to have a drink at different places as I tried to impress her with expensive outings. To my delighted surprise, each occasion ended the same way—making out feverishly, usually in hidden parking lots. 

At first we snuck around so no one would know we were seeing each other but eventually I needed her so much that I broke down and begged her to move in with me. Bored and frustrated with her existing life, she accepted my invitation. My house and living style was a big step up from her meager existence and it took little to get her to agree to join me. 

Before she moved in, surprisingly, Lisa demonstrated another side to her personality, one that so far had not been seen—she took charge. 

The first sign that she wasn't totally satisfied with me happened after another intense make-out session. So far, I was intimidated by her beauty and had not done anything more than sneak a hand under her bra. Frustrated with me getting her warmed up and not finishing the deal, she said she wanted the whole package. 

Tired of the hugging and kissing, Lisa instigated our initial sexual experience. 

Like a general leading reluctant troops, she marched to the supermarket, selecting the brand of condoms we would use. Purchase in hand, and after some liquid courage, she led us into the physical act for the first time. Apparently, Lisa was not the shy, wallflower type I assumed her to be. Seems she had her own urges and wanted to get down to business. 

Even though I spent many a night dreaming of bedding Lisa, I was more than a bit tentative with going all the way. 

My reluctance was primarily based on the fear of failure. Once I had the opportunity to see her naked I wasn't certain my performance would live up to her standards. I figured a gorgeous woman like her was accustomed to the services of the best studs out there. 

And I knew that I was a far cry from one of the best studs.

It wasn't because I was an inadequate lover, quite the contrary. It was just that Lisa had become the ideal woman and I was afraid my humanly endeavors would not match her goddess-like requirements. Being with her was like meeting the supermodel of your dreams. Imagine coming face-to-face with the most gorgeous woman you have ever jerked off to. Imagine Cindy Crawford. Fantasize about that nude that's on the background of your computer. Now picture a situation where you are granted the supreme honor of seeing that incomparable beauty naked. It's easy to see what happens next. The second after you see her naked, you're so turned on that you shoot your wad. You can't help it. Then imagine the utter humiliation as she shakes her head in disgust at your pathetic performance. 

You see my problem.

My eagerness was my worry. Lisa was so incredibly sexy that part of me wondered if I would be able to please her. Frankly, part of me wondered if I could even hold it together once I was with her. Besides, I rationalized, with her stunning looks she was probably a lot more experienced than I was. Undoubtedly, she has known many lovers. A beauty of her stature was without question accustomed to being properly satisfied. What if I fell short? (Pun intended)

Despite my initial concerns, the moment of anxiety finally arrived. During the initial attempt, I fumbled and stumbled, clumsily and nervously trying to undress her luscious body. With a gulp, a moan, and an arousal in my pants that I thought would explode, I proceeded with the task. 

The all important act of consummation was about to begin. 

My awkward hands felt inept as I battled with the stubborn buttons of a recalcitrant blouse. Finally, displeased at my feeble attempts, Lisa pushed my fingers away and tore off the offending article. Pawing at reluctant clasps, I struggled with an uncooperative bra until she batted my hands away and undid the pretty garment for me. 

Suddenly, there she was in all her naked beauty. 

She was as gorgeous as I expected. No, she was even sexier. 

All of my fantasies came true in that one instant. Seeing her naked was the single highlight of my pathetic existence. Everything prior to this point meant nothing. 

Alas, heaven disappeared as I tried to consummate our relationship. 

Just as I suspected, the excitement of seeing her naked strained my self-control passed its limits. The stirring in my pants, no the desperate urging to be free, indicated a sense of excitement that I had never had before. 

The mere sight of such an unbelievable beauty and exquisite representation of sensuality made me start leaking. The command center moved immediately from my brain to the southern post. The orders issued informed me that if I didn't attack soon, the artillery would commence. The main cannon was primed to shoot and wasn't going to wait much longer. 

Stripping, I fell on top of her incredible body and with one quick plunge, entered her eagerly. As though anticipating my assault, Lisa was already warm and moist and offered no resistance to my frenetic attack. 

At a fever pitch, driving like a mad, impassioned, inflamed piston, I thrust a few, frantic times and unfortunately, quickly achieved an overpowering orgasm. 

The lovemaking, brief as it was, was fantastic—at least for me—but I wasn't sure how Lisa felt about it. Part of my uncertainty was that although I may be bigger that Lisa, regrettably, I am not big everywhere. Unluckily for me, the part of the anatomy that women seem most interested in was the one area I was a little bit lacking. 

How lacking you ask? Well, put it this way, most junior high kids, even prior to puberty, show more development. 

Despite the paltry performance, Lisa seemed contented with our relationship and settled into my home. 

Nagging at my conscience was the thought that even though she seemed happy, she couldn't have been as satisfied with the arrangement as I was. 




Lisa and Al Teach a Lesson



My girlfriend, Lisa, and I had been having trouble. I was losing her, I could tell by her diminishing interest in me. Getting her into bed was becoming increasingly difficult even after offering her presents and awards. Even after I seduced her by crawling under the sheets and licking her delicious pussy she seemed disinterested. And when I finally mounted her and pounded away she acted bored. I could only make her climax with my tongue. My cock seemed to have little effect on her. Often she would just lie there as if she was thinking of something or someone else.

It wasn't just the physical part that waned, although that element had been becoming less prevalent. It had more do to with her sudden interest in one of the warehouse guys. The fact that the brute actually worked for me made the situation even more difficult.

When I say Al was a brute, believe me. He's the definition of the creature. Although shorter than me, he was certainly the stronger, both in mind and body. To show off his well-developed muscles he always wore some form-fitting t-shirt, his broad shoulders and huge muscles clearly showing that he spent many hours in the gym lifting weights. 

Like I said, I was his boss but in title only. I never seemed in control when talking to him. Whenever he was around I was nervous, felt unsure and fidgeted like a teenager around a beauty queen. It didn't help that he always wore this condescending smirk when I spoke with him, generally ignoring everything I said, walking off in the middle of my instructions and doing whatever he wanted. I wanted to tell him to show more respect but just standing next to him caused a ripple of fear to run through me, actually causing my little guy to shrivel whenever I was in his presence. I had that kind of reaction to alpha males ever since I used to get shoved around in junior high by bullies. I would have fired him if I could have found the courage to do it. 

Somehow Al recognized that he held the upper hand. How do these Alpha males sense their superiority whenever I'm around? It's like I emit a smell they can sense. I don't know what it is but it always seems to happen to me.

Lisa and I had been together for six months when the luster wore off, at least for her. on my part I was hopelessly infatuated. Who wouldn't be? She was built like Jennifer Love Hewitt, but sexier. A pretty face with piercing eyes, her dark hair curled at the top of her shoulders. Legs were well shaped, the kind you drool over, and her breasts were perky, jutting and dominant without being too large. 

But it was her luscious rear end that first caught my attention. She had an ass to die for. There was nothing better on earth than getting behind her behind and ramming that scrumptious derriere. 

Things went along fairly well until I made a critical mistake. When I first met her Lisa was a shy, unassuming gal who wanted a take-charge guy and since I had a prominent position in the company she assumed I was that kind of fellow. Little did she know. Hidden deep inside me was a submissive trait that ran a mile wide and desperately wanted to find its way out, always searching for ways to reveal its masochistic tendencies.

For some very bizarre reason I crave humiliation. The ultimate form of demonstrating this perverse trait is by submitting to someone superior.

My history was filled with examples. I had already lost a wife because of this damn masochistic tendency and more than one girlfriend left me after I displayed this humiliating part of my makeup, so I was trying hard to keep it from Lisa hoping she would be the one I grew old with. 

One night I was doing my best to get her turned on and keep her excited, using the old massage trick, teasing her back and shoulders with my artful manipulations. I should have stayed away from her backside, concentrated on her front and not tempted fate. I was too near the object of my devotion when I felt some of the old feelings come back to haunt me.

Women always got the best of me. It's always been that way. My first wife took advantage of her superior looks and mischievous mind. Almost from the start she seemed to plot how to train me to become her devoted slave. To be fair, with the combination of luscious body and sweet pussy it didn't take much coercion on her part. 

After a couple of months of marriage, my wife decided she had little need for little thing so bedtime consisted of me scooting under the covers to feast at the glorious fount while she read a magazine or watched television. After a couple of orgasms, she would turn off the light, roll over and go to sleep. She let me know that she didn't want and had little need my tiny soldier. After the honeymoon my proud but insignificant warrior was forsaken as she took advantage of my oral need of devotion. It didn't take long for my role in the marriage to be one of servitude. All the money I earned, and I had a good salary, went to her needs. Somewhere in the third year I realized the clothes she bought were to entertain others. I tried to keep her happy but frolicking with her big studs was more important to her.

Like the fool I am, I went along with whatever she wanted, I was so in love with her incredible beauty and somewhere along the way I learned to enjoy her orgasms as if they were my own. 

Our relationship was easy for her, it was so one-sided. She began training me to do whatever she wanted. One of the most humiliating, yet exciting, things she had me do was preparing her for her dates and then cleaning her nasty pussy after she returned. One night, she taught me the final lesson. 

She never allowed my little guy anywhere close to her delectable rear end, she seldom let it near her pussy for that matter, but after a night where her lover screwed her royal derriere she decided she wanted me to clean it out. 

Lying on my stomach with her gorgeous butt in my face with my worshipful tongue buried deep inside was the most humiliating, yet intoxicating, thing she ever made me do. It took a while but I finally realized that worshipping my wife's ass was the most thrilling act I had ever done. To my surprise, the depraved act caused me to cum on the sheets as I licked up the sperm of another man.

There can't be any act that demonstrates your total subjugation to another more than licking someone's fanny, especially when you put your servile tongue inside the hole. Debasing, degrading, and humiliating, it is still the ultimate form of surrender to another, at least to me. My wife was so amused at my kinky behavior that the act of devotion became the only way she let me get off from then on.

Needless to say, my wife left me for another man, she said a real man, pointing at my miniscule weapon and thereby belittling my lack of manhood. After becoming just her ass-licking slave it was hard to argue. For a couple of years after she left she would call me up, tell me to take her shopping and I would be allowed me to taste her used and nasty pussy after she fucked somebody. Even though those times were always extremely humiliating, or maybe because they were so depraved, I always jumped at the chance.

But back to Lisa and the way I succumbed to her gorgeous posterior. 

As I was massaging Lisa's back my eyes kept returning to that perfect bottom of hers. Submissive and devotional urges raced through my veins like the hot lava of heroin. As I stared at her hindquarters the curves began to hypnotize me. My hands crept ever lower. A masochistic lust swept through me. My lips caressed the soft skin of her shoulders and my mouth wandered down past the shoulder blades tracing the outline of her spine. She sighed as she felt my tender caress. 

As I approached the beloved shrine my hands softly fondled the smooth and fleshy skin. I carefully I kneaded the fleshy mounds of her butt as if they were made of the finest silk. From the purring sounds I thought she was enjoying my erotic manipulations. 

Even as I inched closer my feeble brain tried to warn me. My conscience mumbled an attempt of reason, but focusing on those beautiful twin globes I knew I was lost. I was entering a subspace from which I didn't want to return.

Lust, sweet masochistic lust took over. 

The moment proved critical. There I was face to face with one of the sexiest posteriors in history. Disregarding every sense of caution, every whisper of wisdom, my head lowered as if drawn like a moth to the flame, and my lips brushed the warm skin. Lisa seemed to stiffen but even that reaction didn't dissuade me from journeying down this road of depravity. 

My lips kissed the smooth slope and my worshipful tongue licked the velvety contour, caressing the forbidden flesh of her ass cheeks as I neared my goal. 

Lisa tightened, surprised at my unusual, and to her, demeaning maneuver. I suspected, being the good girl that she was, that Lisa had never known anyone depraved enough to lick her ass.

Unable to resist the wicked temptation I kissed toward the cleft. My beloved destiny called. 

Lisa must have come to a decision because her clenched cheeks loosened and easily parted as I wormed my face between them until close to the blessed rosebud. 

The time of reckoning was nigh. One last cautionary warning flashed through my besotted brain but found no takers. 

When my tongue entered she uttered a gasp of disbelief. It sounded like a sigh of disgust, however, like she usually did, she let me continue with my act of depravity. 

What perfect Eden for me—she was disgusted, I was in heaven. 

When I was married I was only allowed to worship my wife's gorgeous ass after giving her multiple orgasms with my mouth and tongue. Once satisfied she simply rolled over and I worshipped while rubbing against the bed. It took only a few minutes to lose myself in the evil act and I would explode all over the panties I wore.

I didn't want to actually cum while licking Lisa's ass, thinking it might seriously damage our already fragile relationship so I restrained myself and just kept licking, pretending the act was merely a form of foreplay, a casual and meaningless caress, although to me, it was a statement, not one to be proud of, but a statement nonetheless of my willingness to become her slave.

Somehow I managed to stop my devotion and hoping to retain some semblance of dignity I pointed the mighty, but miniscule warrior, at her pussy and entered from behind, all the while fantasizing about returning to my ultimate goal of surrendering to her. Needless to say, I came quickly, much to her disappointment. 

Sadly, disappointment was the word that was to describe me from that moment on.

One thing I usually did while screwing her from behind was threaten to put my little guy deep into her backside, whispering how much I would love to fuck her lovely ass.

Pounding away I whispered in her ear, "Do you know what I really want to do?" This was my cue for her to acknowledge I wanted to get into her bottom, do the nasty to her magnificent booty. Instead, she changed the roles.

"You want to lick my ass." Did she know? 

Shocked, the little guy shot like a Fourth of July firecracker. 

Snorting, Lisa pushed me off her and walked to the bathroom. Of course, I ogled her sweet tail, my mouth watering at the sight.

This encounter was but a prelude to my following predicament. Knowing she was complete control, Lisa made sure our lovemaking consisted of me going down on her, using my mouth and tongue as if they were mere playthings for her amusement. Soon, she denied me access to her pussy with anything but my tongue.

Naturally, I acquiesced like the humble soul that I am and let her set the pace. We both knew it's what I wanted anyway.

That's when Al waltzed into my life. I would say our life but I had my suspicions that he and Lisa already knew each other fairly well.

I came home one evening a little later than Lisa to find Al in my living room sitting on my couch with my girlfriend nearby. He was dressed in his work clothes, jeans, tight t-shirt and boots. The boots rested rudely on a very expensive coffee table.

The smug look on his face sent a shiver up and down my spine, finally ending in the center of my shrinking manhood. 

Often in the past when confronted by a bully, or even a very confident male, I would get the same sensation. It was a cowering feeling, making me quiver with both fear and a rush of excitement, kind of like the sensation you get on the peak of a roller coaster ride. 

It's hard to explain the bizarre feeling unless you have a warped streak of masochism in you. That same intimidation causes equal amounts of emasculating fear and lustful eroticism, as if pain, humiliation and capitulation are the keys to your soul, the reason you get off.

"Hey, Al, how's it going?" My inane comment only caused the evil smirk to broaden. In the normal world a man in my position, his boss, my house, my girl, would be demanding some sort of explanation for his obvious usurpation of my place in the universe. 

But not here. Not now. He didn't respond to my inane question he just kept smirking. Tearing my gaze from those piercing eyes of his I noticed his arm draped over Lisa's shoulder, his fingers dangling very close to her right breast. His feeling of superiority and the thought of him taking my girl from me was getting to me. Instead of indignation, I felt the tiny soldier responding to this haughty character, bowing down to his master. 

"Would you like a beer?" I asked, cursing the cowardly streak that ran down my back. I had a hard time looking him in the eye. Lisa watched the scene unfold with more than a hint of amusement. 

Al chuckled. "Sure, get me a beer. What kind do you got?" Cringing at his misuse of verbs, which indicated his lack of proper education, I hoped Lisa would notice the gaff and thereby acknowledge my advanced intellect, but glancing at her and the way she practically drooled over the animal it appeared she wasn't interested in his mind as much as she was hot for his body.

"I've got Bud." 

"Nope, won't do," he said. "Don't drink Bud, it tastes like piss which is probably why you like it." Lisa chuckled. "Get your ass down to the store and get some Corona's. Keep a case on hand, maybe two, I might bring company." 

As Al's first command, this was a defining moment. If I didn't stand up to him now I never would. I would lose all respect from him and more importantly, from Lisa. Also, if Lisa saw what a wimp I was she would certainly leave me. Somewhere in the depth of my soul there was a part of me that wanted to be a man, throw this interloper out of my house and demonstrate that Lisa belonged to me. 

"And take your time. In fact, go to Tacoma to get it. I don't want you back for at least two hours."

There it was. This was the moment. Glancing at Lisa I saw she was extremely interested in my response to his demands. Part of me wanted to rebel. But there was this damn need to surrender and subjugate myself to his superior will that overpowered all good sense. For some reason I wanted Lisa to see me obey this crass individual, treat me like I was nothing more than chattel. Bowing my head, I left to the sounds of laughter from both. 

"See? I told you the guy's a wimp," Al said as I shut the door behind me.

When I returned I heard Lisa jump up from the floor. As I brought a bottle in for Al I spotted him zipping up. That damn condescending smirk rested on his face as he looked into my supplicant eyes.

"Here you go, Al. Corona, just like you asked for." I handed him the bottle. He twisted the cap and chugged down a big gulp. From his position in my chair he studied me as if deciding how far to take things. 

His hand raised and he dropped the cap on the floor, watching me the whole time. 

I could not meet his penetrating eyes so I watched the cap roll until it rested next to his boot. The cap circled around and around, creating its own element of suspense. Both Al and Lisa watched me as I kept my eyes on the little piece of metal. 

The next moment would define me forever. Even knowing the trap I was entering I did nothing to prevent my descent into a new hell. In fact, I eagerly took the step.

Dropping to my knees, I muttered something about getting the cap. As I crawled closer to my new master I heard Lisa gasp with astonishment. Her response only served to fuel the waves of masochistic lust that was overwhelming me and turning me into a craven slave for this brash hunk.  

My hand reached out and grasped the cap. Just as I reached it, Al put his boot on the back of my hand, pinning it to the floor. Lisa's breath became shallow and rapid. She was getting aroused at the sight of me debasing myself to this haughty character.

The humiliation caused the little guy to start leaking. 

Al pushed down enough so I felt pain. Still, I did nothing to stop his display of power, remaining glued to this humbling position. Chuckling, Al placed his other boot on the back of my neck forcing my head to the floor. 

"Oh my god," Lisa said, "he is letting you do whatever you want." Al smiled.

"He's not letting me do anything. I'm making him do it. He's just a wimp. I can't believe you ever wanted him. He's such a pussy." 

Lisa's eyes grew as the heat soared through her loins. 

"Say it," Al commanded. "Say, he's nothing but a pussy."

It didn't take Lisa long to get into the role of Dominatrix. "He's a wimp...a pussy...I wouldn't fuck him if he was the last man...or should I say, the last wimp on Earth."

After a while Al tired of the game and sent me off to the guest room, giving me a not so gentle kick in the ribs. 

"I need a fuck, you up to it?' he asked the love of my life. The smile on Lisa's face gave him the answer he wanted. He grabbed her hand and led her off. I could hear them walk to the master room as Lisa giggled down the hallway. Soon, the bed springs started groaning as Al bounced her up and down, taking my girlfriend in a way I could only wish I could. Her shrieks of joy were never heard when my poor little guy entered her.

that was the moment I realized the little warrior would never visit that shrine again.

Al was a constant visitor after that, taking over the large bedroom and delegating me to the guest room, delighting in the humiliations he could reap on me, both at home and at work.

Lisa was infatuated with her newfound stud, but Al treated her like she was just a plaything to use when he wanted. He had another girl on the side which only drove poor Lisa crazy. I would listen to her on phone, almost begging to be with him. He used her devotion to plot against me.

One night when he was over I was serving them another round of beers when Al told her he had to go. 

"Please, Al, stay for a while. I'll make it good for you," Lisa pleaded. His eyes sparkled. I could tell this wasn't going to be good for me.

"I'll stay on one condition." Lisa said she would do anything for him. Al turned and pointed to me. "Slap his face," he said. 

"What?" she asked.

"Slap the wimp's face and I'll let you suck me off."

Lisa contemplated the command for a moment, as if deciding whether to do it or not. She wasn't the kind of sadist Al was, but something told me she might end up learning to enjoy it. Finally, her need for him won out.

With grim determination on her face, she walked over to me. Almost a foot taller than she it wouldn't appear I was in any danger, but I was scared and my face showed it. Her eyes narrowed and I could see her anger rise. This was a Lisa I had never seen before. When she wanted something she would do anything for it and she wanted Al. 

Without warning her hand flashed out and whacked me on the cheek. The blow hurt, but instead of reacting I stood there like a fool and waited for whatever destiny the two decided for me.

"That wasn't hard enough," Al said. There was a smirk on his face that would make Donald Trump proud.




Lisa and Al Teach a Lesson



Once started, Lisa seemed to have no qualms about continuing down this path of sadistic behavior. Her hand struck my other cheek. The pain ran down my spine and settled in my groin. The little fellow was enjoying the humiliation. Al laughed as I kept my hands to my sides and let this little woman beat me.

"Ok, Lisa. You've proved that the wimp is just a pussy. Come suck me off." As she scurried to kneel before the cock she loved, Al looked at me. "When you're done," he said to her, "don't swallow. I want you to give your 'boyfriend' a real wet kiss."

Watching my love attack his huge weapon only drove more masochistic waves of lust through me. I was really getting off on the cuckolding. 

When he filled her mouth he pushed her away and pointed at me. "Kiss him. Make him swallow all that precious seed."

Lisa stood and walked my way. There was disgust on her face and if there was any doubt whether I could win her back it vanished in that moment.

She grabbed my ear and yanked me to my knees. She didn't like the fact that I was taller than her. It seemed inappropriate. As those familiar and luscious lips closed to mine I wished things could go back the way they were when we used to make out all the time. 

Lisa's tongue forced his foul tasting sperm into my mouth and she worked it around so it covered every square inch. Al roared with laughter. 

The worst part of the event was that after Al left I jerked off five times reliving it.

That night led to more and more humiliations. After tasting Al's hot cum from Lisa's mouth I realized I was going to get more of it. He seemed particularly pleased by making me swallow his seed, proving his superiority over me in a very embarrassing way.

Watching my beloved attack his prodigious weapon with a passion she never showed my little warrior drove me insane with jealousy, yet it turned me on so much that I thought about it for days.

It was apparent to me that Al wasn't in love with Lisa, he didn't obsess over her the way she did with him, but he didn't mind using her tight pussy and eager mouth when he saw fit. His lack of total commitment drove Lisa crazy. She wanted him, all the time. If he would have asked her to marry him she would have accepted in a heart beat. He did enjoy demonstrating his power over her and his boss...me.

One night as I lie in the other room, having been banished from the master bedroom long ago, I listened to the sounds of Al pounding away into my lovely Lisa's sweet pussy. I couldn't help imagining the pleasure she felt from his awesome soldier and the jealousy only fed my masochistic desires.

After what seemed like hours Al deposited his mighty load deep within the cavern of Lisa's beloved snatch. Her scream of ecstasy pierced my heart yet caused my proud but insignificant penis to shoot like a cannon. 

Through the wall I heard Al talking. I could only imagine what he was saying. Sure enough, moments later I heard my door open and saw Lisa's silhouette approach. Her naked image made my little guy rouse from his slumber. There was a slight smirk on her face and I knew I was in for some trouble. 

Without saying a word Lisa straddled my head, knees on both sides of my face. As she lowered her ripe pussy to my eager lips, her ass rested on my nose. Normally, I would cherish this position, eager to taste the fruits of her shrines, both fore and aft, but not now, not after Al had ravished her pussy. 

As she tilted forward his juices poured from her abused pussy into my servile mouth and I once again drank Al's spunk like I was some kind of junkie looking for a fix.

"You're such a fucking wimp," Lisa said, "drinking another man's cum, how pathetic. I don't know what I ever saw in you. Al is ten times more a man than you...a hundred times the man."

"I told you he'd drink it," Al said from the doorway. "Ride his face like he's a horse." Lisa rubbed back and forth. My nose kept bouncing against her ass while my tongue licked like I was trained. My cheeks, chin and forehead were covered by the liquids from both lovers. My tiny cockette stood proudly.

"Look! The wimp is getting off. We can't have that. Slap it around."

Lisa obeyed her master as she always did. A sudden pain soared through my groin as she whacked the miniscule appendage. Lisa seemed to enjoy the combination of me licking her sweet pussy and clit while beating my little guy because she soon screamed out a loud climax all the while Al laughed at both of us.     

That's the way life went for a while, Al subjecting me to more and more humiliations, even at work, and Lisa getting more and more frustrated that Al wouldn't take her away from me and have her move in with him. Al seemed to enjoy making Lisa stay with me so he could put us through his evil games.

Every night Lisa would call Al and beg him to come over. Often he wouldn't, telling her he was too busy. But the times he consented would always begin with making her do something to me to demonstrate to both of us that he was in charge. I think Lisa was beginning to enjoy her power over me almost as much as watching him embarrass me in some way.

"I'll come over if you take the wimp into the bathroom and piss on his face, while he's dressed in one of those expensive suits."

After she hung up I found myself dragged into the bathroom. At first I had no idea what was going on but by the look on her face I knew whatever was coming was going to be bad.

"Get in the tub, wimp." From the look on her face I knew she was serious yet I rebelled. For a moment I forgot how enraptured she was over her new love. As I hesitated she reached up and slapped me across the face.

I am bigger than she is, taller and stronger, but that didn't matter. She was in control and we both knew it. I was powerless to stop her. Besides, every time she slapped me, I felt a rush of masochistic lust race through my veins and the little guy jumped to attention. There was something about being hit by her that made me weak in the knees. I wished she would command me to kiss her ass.

Red-faced, I stepped in the tub.

"Lie down, you worthless excuse for a man. I'm going to let you see the pussy you no longer get to have." 

As I scooted on my back I watched as she removed her nylons and panties. Pulling her short skirt up around her waist she stood over me. 

I was face to face with the object of my devotion, her beloved pussy. As she neared to about two inches away she let loose. The spray hit me on the nose before she zeroed in and found my open mouth. I tired valiantly to capture all the precious liquid but lots of it hit my face, my hair and neck. She made certain she covered my jacket, shirt and pants, wrecking a $700 suit. 

I moaned and she heard it.

"You pathetic animal. Al said you'd get off on me pissing on you. He was right, just like usual."

I listened as she called him, still sitting over me, tiny drops dribbling out and finding my throat. 

"I did it, baby. You should see him, covered in piss. Yeah, I drenched his suit, he'll never wear it again, unless you make him. Wouldn't that be funny sending him to work in a piss covered suit, reeking of my urine?" 



Lisa and Al



Gnawing at my conscience was the fact that she must have had better lovers. 

However, I tried to compensate for my, ahem, inadequacies. The one definite asset that I have going for me, I sincerely believe, is a vivid and creative fantasy life. What I lack in certain areas, I feel I more than make up for with a wild and erotic imagination. 

To insure that sex was fulfilling for both of us, I created an arena where a lot of clever and seductive games could to be played—using the mind as well as the flesh to achieve a highly fulfilling orgasm. 

For example, I took Lisa on an expensive and romantic vacation in Hawaii, utilizing the topical atmosphere to aid in my seductions. Once there, I didn't just rely on the aura of the islands to please her, I used the opportunity and circumstances to act out some of the more kinky fantasies I had. 

Details to follow. 

First allow me to explain how we arrived at the need for the fantasy games. 

When Lisa moved in, I was the one in control. She wanted the things that I had and did her best to please me. There was no hint of the way things would eventually turn out.

The emphasis on physical satisfaction began and ended with my selfish desires. We did what I wanted, using her magnificent body to fulfill my needs and only my needs. 

Since I was older, wiser, and wealthier, Lisa followed my directions, at least for a while. 

Looking back on the early days from the vantage point of 20/20 hindsight, I think she was playing a wait and watch game—learning perhaps, what she could from me before testing her own wings. 

The thought occurs to me now that maybe she wanted to see how far I would go on my own before she took control and led me the rest of the way.

Whatever the reason for her initial compliance, Lisa showed no reluctance in joining me in the kinky games. She was very willing; seemingly, to go along with any and every quirk I came up with, no matter how bizarre. 

As I said, at the time, I was consumed with my own physical needs. Lisa's role was simple. She was supposed to do what I told her to do. 

And because I'm a pig, she did most of the work in our kinky little sex games. 

One night, entering into a regal frame of mind, I proclaimed myself to be king. She, as a mere subject, had to obey all of my commands. Dutifully, Lisa bowed before me, clad like a servant girl in a sheer nightie. As instructed, her boobs and pussy were naked underneath for my eager eyes to view. 

On her knees, I bid her to do her pleasant task, sucking me off on command. Like an avid whore, she assaulted my not quite royal cock and brought me to a satisfactory climax, swallowing my copious seed. 

The power went to my head, so to speak. During these times, early on, much to my future chagrin, I was very selfish and continually neglected her needs. 

Empowered by her seemingly compliant nature, I took more and more advantage of her easy ways. Once, I was even a bit abusive in my pursuit of the ultimate orgasm. Since Lisa is smaller than I am, often our lovemaking involved her being the one on top. Feeling quite the lord and master during these times, I often spanked her ripe and sensual ass as she pumped up and down on my rigid tool, urging her on faster and faster, commanding her when and how often to cum. 

From all appearances, it looked like I was the one in complete control of our relationship but, to tell the truth, the situation just didn't feel right. For some reason, I was reluctant to continue developing the alliance in the same pattern. Little did I realize at the time that this passive period of hers was coming to an end. My brief time of being the one in control as we played out the fantasies was about to cease quite suddenly and very completely. 

Before it did, I had one last fling at being the one on top. 

One weekend, in the afternoon, Lisa was busily folding the laundry in the bedroom. The way it worked in those days, she did most of, if not all of, the chores around the house. 

On my way out of the bathroom I had to pass right by her to get out of the room. As I walked toward her I couldn't help notice her sexy outfit. A short, cut-off sweatshirt barely covered her magnificent breasts and displayed her cute stomach. Spandex shorts hugged her tightly, as if painted on, accenting her cute, round, voluptuous derriere. I'm a butt man and beyond doubt, Lisa has the finest rear end in the country. Every time I walked past, I was always admiring it, if not fondling it. 

As I walked by on my way to the other room, I stopped short, suddenly captivated by the image of her gorgeous behind enclosed so perfectly in the skin-tight shorts. As if posturing for my fantasy, Lisa bent slightly to pick up a pair of sexy, French-cut ecru panties. 

It's not an understatement that the insignificant gesture changed my life. 

With her perfect tush jutting out in all its perfection, I couldn't prevent my base urges from taking over. Stopping behind her, taking one more look at the curvy bottom, I began fondling those delicious cheeks, inserting my hand between the velvety feel of the material and the smoothness of her own skin, cupping the globes snuggly, caressing the tender flesh. 

I was never more in love.

Her soft and plush rear end was heavenly and I loved the feel of her silky skin as I gently squeezed and caressed the most gorgeous rear end in town. Not content with a mere caress, I worked the fabric down her thighs, suddenly unable to resist the lure of her enchanting, enticing, beckoning butt. 

With a heartfelt groan escaping my throat, I dropped my unwanted pants and inserted my already hardening cock into the narrow crack between her cheeks, rubbing inside the groove, going up and down until I became fully aroused. Within seconds, my small but formidable and growing tool reached its full strength. 

Lisa paused in her chore while she stood there, bent forward slightly, almost aloof to my frantic overtures. Her cavalier attitude, bored almost, allowed me the time to enjoy the brief pleasure of touching her perfect derriere. 

Finally, no longer able to control my lust and my need for her, I yanked the spandex pants all the way down and, rather rudely, pushed her head forward until it rested on the bed. The inviting position, the abrupt angle, caused her fanny to stick out even more against my raging manhood. Desperately, in one quick motion, I thrust into her warm and wet pussy. 

With no concern about her needs, cupping her proud breasts with my roughhouse hands, I rode her hard and fast, exploding within seconds of penetration. A loud and embarrassing groan escaped my mouth as my head exploded in an unbelievably intense sense of ecstasy. For a moment I remained in the superior position, savoring the afterglow from the quick yet wonderful fuck. A subtle 'ahem' brought me back to reality. Lisa was indicating her discomfort with the subtle hint. As I slunk off, like a thief in the night, Lisa casually used a pair of my shorts to clean my sperm from her pussy. Throwing the shorts into a corner, she pulled the Spandex up and continued with her chores. 

Later that night while in bed, Lisa attempted to coax me into another round of sexual pleasure. Most of the time all she had to do to arouse the valiant warrior for battle was a mere touch of her suggestive hand. 

Much to my chagrin, the little guy had shot his wad and was fast asleep for a while. 

As I lie on my back, her hand crept forward and fondled my shriveled member through the opening of my shorts. The effort, valiant as it was, failed to rouse any response from the famished warrior. Unfortunately, due to the previous encounter, he was unable to acknowledge the call to duty. The earlier experience had completely exhausted the little guy and nothing Lisa tried could resuscitate him. For all intents and purposes, the little guy remained dead to the world. 

As she worked her magic on the flaccid appendage, little did she realize how completely spent and totally satisfied the small soldier was. 

Pleading that I was too tired, I rejected Lisa's overtures, a decision that would haunt me forevermore. It wasn't until later that I realized how much I would regret the brusque refusal. But that revelation didn't come until after my world turned totally upside down.

After that encounter, things really began to change in the relationship, especially when I introduced her to my latest game. 

In the new scenario, as I explained it to her, I played the role of a professional masseuse, someone she hires and does not know. 

For some unknown reason in these games, (subject to intense therapy some day), I often pretended that I was someone other than myself. As a different person, oddly, I seemed to enjoy the seduction much more. Under the auspice of an assumed character, it felt as though I was some stranger leading the reluctant yet responsive girlfriend astray. Maybe part of me was overly concerned that the incredible Lisa could only be satisfied with someone else—someone, dare I say—better.

The basic plot of the game involved me, the pretend masseuse, slyly seducing Lisa—tempting her, as my client, to cheat on her boyfriend—again me, the real person. As an artful professional with magical fingers, I would use my hands to get her so turned on that she would not be able to resist my seductions and succumb to eventual fornication. 

I wanted her to cheat on me, with me.

As I explained the rationale behind her betrayal, I suggested that she, in the role, might not be completely satisfied with her boyfriend's performance. The frustration caused by his inferior execution was the motivation behind her acceptance of the stranger's tempting maneuvers. Freud might determine that deep in the recesses of my depraved psyche, some part of me actually wanted to turn my girlfriend into an eager lover who would put out for another, someone more suited to her supreme beauty, someone much better than I. 

Sometimes her limited imagination kept Lisa from being able to comprehend the playful scenarios—particularly this one. Demonstrating more reluctance than I wanted, she kept asking why we needed to play-act this way. Especially, she wondered why I showed the desire to be someone else. In particular, Lisa was particularly curious why I always wanted her to cheat on 'her boyfriend' in the games. 

Disturbingly, she asked me point blank if I actually wanted her to cheat on me. Reddening, I managed to change the subject, avoiding the truth, insisting that she should just play along, determined that she would enjoy the game. Frowning with apparent mistrust, she looked at me critically but finally agreed to do her part. 

We each left to prepare our outfits, such as they were, for the encounter. Stripping down into a pair of silk shorts, I donned a short, terry cloth robe, and waited a few minutes before returning to the bedroom. 

As I entered, I observed that Lisa had no problem assuming the role of the prospective customer. 

Lisa was lying on her stomach on the bed, barely covered by a large, fluffy white towel. Obviously, under the towel, she was completely naked. A quick but thorough scrutiny revealed that only her shoulders, arms and lower legs were exposed. The towel hid her other assets. Nonetheless, the sight of the partial nudity sent shivers of lust through me. 

Freud be damned, there was just something incredibly erotic about pretending to be a stranger while viewing the naked beauty. The whole scene was extremely arousing.

Disguising my obvious lust, I began the charade. At the beginning, I bantered on about the usual nonsense, talking about the weather and other mundane subjects. For her part, Lisa simply rested on the bed, head on her arm, her eyes closed, disregarding my feeble attempts at conversation. 

As though I was a mere servant, she ignored me totally, treating me with disdain almost. 

No matter how I tried, Lisa would not respond to any of the petty questions I tossed her way. At first, I thought it was simply the interpretation of the role she was playing—employer to unimportant employee. Her surly reticence came about because, as her masseuse, I was beneath her, someone not even worthy of being in her presence. If I didn't know better, I would think she was making me do all of the work in the game, a sort of punishment for making her play along with my warped fantasies. 

Disregarding her boorish behavior, I continued performing with my role. Squirting liquid out of the bottle, I lathered my hands with baby oil and gently began massaging her soft shoulders. As usual, the instant I touched her silky skin I began to harden. She always had that effect on me. 

In my devious mind, I felt like a conniving stranger with impure thoughts concerning the reluctant girlfriend. As I worked down her arms, loosening tired muscles, Lisa succumbed to the relaxing caresses and drifted into the first stages of sleep. 

Like an inexperienced teenager, I slowly pulled the towel down to reach her upper back. As I worked my way down, I finally exposed the top portion of her lovely body. 

As my hands splayed across the soft skin of her back, my fingers crept ever so closely to the slopes of her bountiful breasts. With each casual stroke, my fingertips caressed the skin, briefly touching the sides of the firm mounds. The teasing gestures continued until I could stand it no more. 

With the sight and feel of her delicious body, it didn't take much for me to really get into my role. Soon I was enjoying the subtle slyness of leading Lisa astray. Shifting my member in my shorts to a more agreeable position, I moved down from her back and went to the end of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, I worked on her feet, gently rubbing her insteps, soles and even the individual toes. Lingering at her feet, I glanced up to make sure she wasn't watching. Squatting even further, I brought my face close to her soles, inhaling the sweet scent. With one last quick check at her dozing figure, I chanced a perversity of mine. I licked her big toe, something I had never done before. Twisting down and around, I positioned my mouth so I could fellate the toe, sucking it in as though I was a whore performing her talent on a drunken sailor.

With the taste on my tongue, I continued with the massage. I squeezed her calves, moving upward, taking my time, relishing the playful teasing. Her breathing slowed and deepened as she drifted further into the depths of sleep, her eyes closed. 

Using her drowsiness to my advantage, I crept up to her lovely thighs, my fingers pushing the towel farther and farther up her luscious legs. As I did, the lower part of her gorgeous ass cheeks peeked out from under the end of the towel. Gasping, the wind caught in my throat as I stared at her gorgeous, rounded backside. 

Never in my life, had I seen such perfect beauty. The sensuous curves rose majestically, creating a carnal image of raw sexuality. With an endearing glance, my pounding heart tightened as I drank in the lovely sight of the shapely, pleasing globes. Their brazen sensuality captivated me, drawing me towards them, luring me into the depravity of complete and utter surrender. 

My breath became shallower, ever shorter, as the fantasy swung into high gear. It was easy to picture myself as the lusting stranger—the horny masseuse who, all of a sudden, had access to Lisa's intimate parts and was able to touch her in such a suggestive manner. Surely, I figured in my role as the seducer, I would be able to lure her into cheating on her boyfriend. 

Slowly, ever so slowly, as her breathing patterns continued deeper and deeper, I touched the smooth skin of her beautiful buttocks. My fingers gently caressed the soft, silky cheeks. The exquisite sensation sent shivers up my spine. 

Suddenly, my tongue became envious of my fingers, wanting to replace them with oral adoration. 

Totally forgetting the fantasy, I stared at the enchanting vision, the round, resplendent rear that excited me so. There was no doubt that her majestic bottom was perfection itself. Her delicious derriere possessed me—owning me. Suddenly, I became more aroused than I ever have before and I felt this uncontrollable, undeniable passion blazing through me, trapping me into a deep web of surrender to this moment, to this beauty. My clouded mind wanted to kiss her here, more than anything I have ever wanted before in my life. My tongue ached as it licked my lips desperately craving to penetrate her ripe hole. 

Whispering very quietly, I called out her name to see if she were awake. There was no response, just the sound of slow, steady breathing. The opportunity was there, a time to test one of my deep, hidden cravings. So I took a chance, and by doing so started down a path that took a strange bend. 

As if hypnotized, lost in a haze of lust, I leaned forward, very slowly, my worshipful eyes riveted to her lush posterior. Soon, my face was next to her skin. 

As softly as I could, my lips barely touched the slope of her cheek just above her thigh, kissing her tenderly—almost reverently. Inhaling deeply, I took in the perfumed scent of her lotion, the scent filling my senses—intoxicating me completely. 

My tongue gently licked the round, smooth slope, tasting the silky skin. As an afterthought, I lowered myself carefully, my stomach lying on the bed, as though my body was merely an extension of hers.

My tongue continued its pursuit as if it had a mind and a goal of its own. My lips kissed her curves as my pelvis ground automatically against the bed. My cock hardened as it worked up and down on the mattress as though I was humping the sheets in an act of lewd and perverted lovemaking. 

My hands slowly, delicately pulled the lovely globes apart revealing her dark secrets. A silent groan escaped my mouth as I sought with my worshipful tongue, my final destiny; that place between her luscious cheeks. 

It was though I was seeking some ultimate surrender to her overpowering beauty. Some deep down need surfaced. The world pivoted and I didn't want to play games with her anymore. Frankly, I didn't even want to be her lover. The only thing I wanted to do was kiss her there, fill this entrance with my devoted tongue, at this spot where no real man would even consider, as if this capitulation would prove a new truth to our relationship, that I wanted to worship her tush as if I was abandoning my very self to her incredible beauty.

The truth was that I wanted, no, needed to humble myself before her with this final act of submission, especially to this one area, this one gorgeous, sexual area of her derriere. In an act of wicked, beautiful perversion, I lusted to succumb to her overall sensuality and devote my entire self to her backside. Subjecting myself completely to worship her there, where no one else would even consider. 

Wasting no further time, I licked there, savoring her luscious skin. Then, as if with a mind of its own, my tongue darted out and entered her hole. 

My mind clouded over in complete ecstasy, lost in a state of euphoria. It wasn't just the taste. It was the act, the abdicating of my honor, my pride, and my self to this depraved homage. Naturally, I abandoned myself to this feeling, enslaving my soul to her as if I were a supplicant only worthy of this final surrender of devotion. Pushing and pushing, my tongue fucked her hole as I surrendered myself to her in this way. 

Unexpectedly, my shorts filled with my seed as if this act too was an act of acquiescence.

As my mind drifted back from this euphoric state of degradation my pride regained its senses. Quickly, I gathered myself and left the room. As I snuck out, I glanced back at Lisa, hoping she slept through the incident. Uncertain, I thought I saw a tiny smile form at the corner of her mouth but I wasn't sure. 




Lisa and Al



Days slipped by as I found myself staring more and more at her lovely buttocks. Every time she strutted by I watched those globes with an ardor that would not die. She filled me with an uncontrollable desire. 

Every day I wondered why I had kissed her there. The act was not one that I had ever done before with anyone. My face reddened as I realized that it wasn't merely a kiss. It was something a whole lot greater. It was an act of devotion, a surrender of something very basic in me, to her, and ultimately to her ass.

Needing to reestablish my manhood I proposed another fantasy game for us to play. In this scenario I played a TV repairman who was coming over to fix the broken set. Again, I wanted to be the common laborer arriving to seduce the frustrated girlfriend. 

Lisa surprised me this time. Instead of arguing, she seemed eager for this new encounter and jumped right into her role. She changed the scenario. She wanted to be the seducer. 

She suggested that she lure this unsuspecting repairman into bed. After I heard her suggestion, I wondered to myself if I was going too far with these games but I was hooked. Deep inside, I had a burning need to follow along this path I had started down wherever it led me. Something was driving me, compelling me to discover this part of me that lay buried in these fantasies. There was no doubt I was compelled to continue.

Dressing in a casual shirt and pants, I left the house giving her time to get prepared. She wouldn't tell me which outfit she would wear to attract and tempt the unsuspecting repairman. 

Returning eagerly, I knocked nervously on the door. Surprisingly, I felt butterflies in my stomach. It was easy to admit that I was extremely excited. She answered clad only in a short white flannel robe. The outfit wasn't as sexy as much of her Victoria's Secret nightwear but there was a sense of innocence about it, as if she just finished a bath and was surprised at my arrival. Her lack of seductive apparel was also a statement that she knew that she didn't need to dress provocatively for me anymore. She knew I would respond to anything she had on. 

As I pretended to fix her television set, she began with her enticements. Sitting seductively on the couch, she displayed her sexy legs. They crossed casually as I toyed with the set, drawing my eyes to their smooth curves. The whole scene was charged with an erotic aura.

She spoke about the sets problems and then added that the television wasn't the only thing she was having difficulty with. Trying to be casual, I peeked over at her, sneaking another look at her gams. 

Her legs were bare and smooth as if she just came from the shower after shaving. The robe was tied loosely around her waist and the slopes of her breasts were barely concealed. Only one thought came to me and I wondered whether she was naked underneath the robe. 

Another part of my mind, the part not consumed by her beauty, wondered what she meant by her comments. 

"What else are you having problems with?" I asked conversationally, my voice drying up.

"Oh, my boyfriend. He can't satisfy me. I don't think he's enough for me." She stated as if annoyed. I felt an odd twinge of mixed erotic emotions coursing through me. There was a hint of lust coupled with a strong flare of embarrassment.

"He can't?" I choked the words out. "What's the matter with him?" The game was approaching too close to a reality that I hadn't considered.

"He's not, how shall I put it?" Her eyebrows bunched together as she frowned. She looked puzzled yet very coy. "He's not very well endowed. You know. He's not even as big as a little boy." 

My face reddened and I looked over at her to check the seriousness of her answer. Watching me glance at her she slowly recrossed her shapely legs, like the Sharon Stone scene, as she asked me another question.

"You work with tools. How equipped are you?" Her eyes arched in a teasing, seductive way. She kept asking me questions as my eyes riveted onto those beautiful, sensual legs.

"How is your tool? Is it bigger than this?" She extended her pinkie finger and wiggled it for effect; as if that was the size she was used to. 

"I'm in the mood for a real man. I'm tired of my little boy, boyfriend." Her eyes probed deeply into my consciousness, taking complete control over this situation.

I was torn. A twinge of masochistic lust coursed through me as her words sank into my enfeebled brain. Her comments humiliated me, yet I was somehow very excited. My eyes surveyed the distance between us. Desperately, I tried to look under her robe, to see whether she was naked beneath it but I couldn't quite tell. Her legs were bare but I couldn't see beyond. 

My mouth was turning to cotton and I felt a deep need searing through my groin. The blood deserted my brain and a current of raw fervor scorched through me, turning me on more than I have ever been. Even though I started this game as the seducer, now I felt more like the cuckold. Both desires, to be the seducer and to be the cuckold, seared through me, both fighting over which would win. Could I take control once again, throw her onto the bed and ravish her like I used to? Or would I surrender and allow her to turn the tables against me and take absolute control? 

Like an idiot, I stood transfixed, staring at her bobbing leg. Studying the smooth silkiness, and the sensual curves, watching it like a bird hypnotized by a snake, as the battle over my destiny raged in me. 

She shifted slightly and her robe slowly, seductively, slid up her thigh exposing her creamy, pure skin, revealing the outside of her leg all the way to the tops of her hip. My tongue hungrily coated my inner mouth as I ached to taste her. My breath was short and quick. 

Her legs captivated me, snaring me in some carnal web. It seemed like my known world slowly pivoted, turned upside down and came crashing down on me. Everything changed. Reason, control; all sense of my regular life deserted me, leaving me open to her charms, to her overwhelming sexuality. 

It didn't take long before I forgot all about the game, about mastering her, turning her into the slut for the stranger. No longer was I the assumed repairman. For that matter, I was no longer sure who I was. Standing dumbstruck, I felt like a mindless idiot, a robot, and an obedient slave. She was still asking me questions, sticking to her role but I didn't even hear the words. 

Her legs enthralled me. There was no doubt that I felt under a spell. A spell of pure, raw eroticism. Aroused beyond compare, I was harder than I have ever been. My little guy started leaking. The knots her words put me in and the overwhelming beauty of her seductive legs combined to defeat me. 

Her eyebrows wrinkled in puzzlement as she watched me staring stupidly and savoring at her legs. It was usually me directing every event, every detail but like the dummy I was turning into, I remained standing, staring like some awe-struck teenager suddenly confronted by a perfect, beautiful centerfold. A dawning appeared in her eyes and a sly, purposeful smile crept knowingly across her face as she realized her power. 

Slowly, tantalizing, she spread her lovely legs, opening them, exposing the delicacy that lie between them. Watching in awe as her legs widened, my mouth watered. She inched the robe up to reveal the source of her womanhood. My eyes focused on the soft fur between her magnificent legs. She leaned backwards onto her elbows, her robe pulling further up over her smooth stomach, her full breasts partially exposed. 

Never before had I been so ensnared. Like the fly lured into the deceitful, beautiful fly trap, I flew towards my destiny. Bewildered, enraptured, I sank to my knees and crawled to her, eyes still focused on the object of my desire, my hunger to worship her crushing all other needs. 

My adoring mouth gently caressed her toe as if acknowledging some primitive superiority, as if she were an ancient Amazon queen who deserved this humble gesture of acquiescence. Stopping me from my slavish display, she pried my mouth open with her foot. Receiving her big toe into my mouth, I sucked on it greedily like it was a miniature cock. Her other foot caressed my cheek and I groaned aloud in unbridled lust. Then I moved forward, briefly kissing her ankle. My tongue softly licked its way upward, slowly, reverently caressing, over her calves, past her knee, inhaling the freshness, lingering on the inside of her thigh. A tiny weak whimper escaped my throat as I felt myself sucked into a state of total submission. 

At this point, I paused at her wonderful womanhood to adore it, needing it, lusting for it as if finalizing my resignation to her superiority. A moan escaped from my mouth with a deep, primitive need. Feelings of arousal such as I had never felt before filled me with desire. Hesitating for a moment, as if not worthy of this devotion, I waited before I began. And then finally, gently, I caressed her delicate folds with my worshipful tongue. 

It felt so good there, on my knees, at her pussy, my hands softly cupping her perfect ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. Now, I felt home, safe, at last at the shrine of my existence. My mind lost itself in the abandonment of her pleasure as if I existed only to be here at this place. There were no thoughts of my own needs; in fact my needs became hers. 

With the utmost devotion, I brought her to a powerful climax as she roughly grabbed my hair and directed my movements, controlled my tempo, unconcerned about the pain she was causing me. Tenderly I tasted her copious juices, licking all of them up, savoring them like a precious aphrodisiac. Then I softly continued my adorations bringing her down into a pleasurable afterglow. Patiently coaxing her back with my tongue, I brought her upwards again into another sweet orgasm. 

This pattern continued, on and on, over and over, as if her needs, her pleasure were the sole reason for my existence. Still I remained glued to her as if my mouth had become a vital part of her blessed womanhood. One thought possessed me; I never wanted to leave this delicious, safe haven. 

Finally, as if tired of my devotions, she rudely, forcefully, yanked on my hair and pulled me up to her. Frantically, I ripped off my pants and quickly entered her hot, wet entrance. After a few frantic, lustful thrusts I erupted with a force that totally emptied me as if even my seed was sacrificing itself to her sensuality.

She studied me intensely as I fell over to the side, panting with an overpowering passion, exhausted both physically and emotionally. She glanced at my shriveled member as if seeing it for the first time. For myself, I felt completely satisfied yet wondered if somehow I had not pleased her. 

The world had turned and I sensed that everything was different between us.

After that day things did change between us. More and more, I found myself doing all of the housework. In the past she had done everything as I sat lazily in front of the TV usually drinking beer, but now, I was only concerned about pleasing her. She didn't request this alteration in our relationship; I simply took it upon myself to do it. It just seemed sort of natural that I started picking up after her, washing the dishes, doing the laundry, recognizing that some important role had altered between us. She accepted these changes without comment, slipping into her new role easily. Soon she wasn't helping with any of the chores. 

One day, not long after our repairman incident, I was loading the washing machine. As I filled it with clothes I picked up a pair of her panties. They were dark blue and silky. I liked her to buy her panties at Victoria's Secret and she had quite a few styles and shapes. I paused in my duties as I fondled them softly, treasuring the fabric with my fingers. 

Sweet sensations overpowered my feeble brain, as I loved the feel, the delicateness, and the smoothness. It was easy to visualize the delicate panties on her, clutching her molded hips, rounding her delightful ass, hiding, protecting her perfect pussy. The stunning vision of her sitting on the couch with her legs spread entered my fevered brain. My tongue tasted my lips seeking some distant, promised residue. Slowly I brought the panties closer to my face, envisioning how they seductively clung next to her delicious womanhood. My tongue snaked out, reverently licking the delicate crotch. Inhaling deeply, my nostrils filled with the delicious aroma of her blessed womanly scent. 

The embedded image of her beautiful, luscious body filled my clouded mind. With my eyes closed tightly on her vision and my senses filled with her perfume, I didn't hear her walk down the hallway. A small groan escaped my lips as I opened my eyes, my tongue still lingering on her soiled crotch. 

Startled I saw her watching me. Turning beet red, I stuttered some incoherent explanation. She examined me like she was determining something important. She smiled secretly, knowingly. She shook her head as if I were some little kid caught playing with himself and walked on. 

Dazed, I stared at her proud ass wiggling seductively as she disappeared down the hallway, thinking to myself that it was an odd smile she gave me. She didn't say anything; she just looked at me like I was some kind of mischievous child. A feeling of embarrassment swept over me, along with a feeling of excitement, a mixed combination of senses that created an odd yet powerful effect on my libido. This was a sensation that was happening to me more and more. The more embarrassed I got, the more I demonstrated my devotion to her, the more aroused I became. 

With Lisa out of sight, I returned her panties to my face, breathing the cherished fabric once more before releasing them reluctantly to the machine.

Later that night she summoned me into the bedroom. Working steadily, I was cleaning the kitchen when she beckoned. It was odd hearing her call out to me like that but I hurried along eager to be in her presence. 

She sat on the edge of the bed in her white robe. Her face studied me intently. My eyes instantly riveted on her lovely legs. They swung slowly below the hemline, her feet bare. She sat at the same place on the bed where I had thrown her down and took her so forcefully just a week ago. Briefly, I wondered if there was some significance to this location and then discarded all thoughts from my mind as I fixated on her legs. 

For some reason I felt nervous, unsure of myself in front of her. Somehow, in the course of things, she had become the goddess and I had become her humble servant, waiting instructions, there to do her bidding. A strong, burning desire flamed throughout my mind and body yet I stood motionless in front of her, unable to initiate any action. 

My eyes drifted up to her face, reluctantly leaving her lovely limbs. She wore a catlike grin, naughty and a little wicked. Her luscious legs had enthralled me; it was obvious to the both of us. Briefly, I thought back to my days of simply taking charge, throwing her onto the bed, jumping her, ravishing her anyway I wanted but I no longer felt either capable or able to do that. 

Like a virtual servant, I waited for her to tell me what to do. Our relationship had changed somehow. And the change seemed very significant, perhaps irrevocable. There was little doubt that she was in charge now, and maybe forever. 

She sat there silently, apparently pleased at my obvious uneasiness. As she recrossed her luscious legs my eyes returned to their seductive enticements. My mouth gasped a soft sigh as my tongue rolled around desperately wanting to savor her flesh. She chuckled at how simple it was to control my desires. 

She told me to strip. No discussion, no preliminaries, just strip. With the sound of her commands, I became very aroused in my soul yet the little guy refused to get hard. In fact, my tool hung very soft and limp. This disconcerted me. How could I be so excited yet not show it? She snorted in disgust at me as she saw my flaccid, tiny condition. The repellent look and sneer on her face embarrassed me. Yet for some reason, the humiliation of my soft, little thing sparked a blazing fire of lust in me that roared throughout my entire being. My growling stomach, my feeble brain, my conquered groin, my lost heart, all flamed in an all-consuming emotion of submission.

Since I enjoyed our little fantasies, she told me that we were going to play a new game. Nodding in agreement, even though she wasn't really asking me, I agreed eagerly. She soon revealed that I was to be her lesbian girlfriend. She emphasized the word lesbian as she waved her hand in the general direction of my apparent useless appendage. 

She held up a pair of white cotton panties in front of her. She told me that I wasn't allowed to wear any sexy underwear because I was going to be the plain lesbian. She emphasized the word plain. My role was the ugly dyke whose only use was her mouth on her pretty friend. To her, I was the homely lezzy who couldn't get a date with a real man so would do anything for her beautiful lover. Her words hypnotized me and I succumbed to my role. 

As I slid the panties up my legs, my mind fogged over, surrendering some inner part of me to her magical sensuality. It was easy to lose myself in the role of her lesbian girlfriend, eager to serve her with my adoring tongue. As the softness of the cotton slipped up my legs and enclosed my hips, I felt them hold my little boy thing tightly. The sensation felt oddly sensual and at the same time, very comfortable. She smiled, apparently pleased that the feel of the panties had finally aroused me, causing my tiny cock to react. 

She abruptly ended my reverie and spread her legs open. She invited me, with a seductive wave of the hand towards her glorious pussy, to come get my treat. Patiently, she explained that kissing and licking her glorious womanhood was the only pleasure I deserved. 

Once again, like a supplicant to his goddess, I fell to my knees and groaned with a passion unmatched in my miserable life. My mouth covered her delicious pussy, lips kissing gently, and my tongue tenderly caressed her throbbing clit. Lowering my adorations, I entered her hot, nasty cavern with my hardened tongue and rapidly penetrated the beloved cavern like with my tiny and appreciative organ of taste. 

As the hungry lesbian lover, I licked Lisa to four or five orgasms over the course of the next hour. As for me, time stood still during the beloved task. Throughout the entire procedure my grateful hands reverently cupped the globes of her perfect ass, gently squeezing the cheeks in tenderness as my adoring mouth and thankful tongue worshipped her glorious cunt. 

If it had been up to me I would have gladly remained in the humble position forever, totally satisfied with the supplicatory station in life, as her lesbian girlfriend, although to be honest, I felt more like a servant or love-slave, than a lover. Yet I eagerly accepted the role, yes, even cherished it. 

Finally, with the conclusion of one last orgasm, Lisa rudely swatted my head away as if bothered by some pesky fly. With no further ado, she covered herself with the covers and turned off the lamp. In the glow of the streetlight I watched as she turned her back to me and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Kneeling still on the floor beside her, I admired the smooth curve of her hip under the sheet. My tongue softly licked her sweet juices off my lips, savoring the delicious taste, etching forever the flavor into my brain. My heart was lost in a simple state of rapture. Never had I felt more desire in my life than I did for her at that moment. It was as if I had finally found my place in life.

The next morning, a pressing need woke up me up. As my eyes accustomed to the body hovering above me, I felt the hairy, sweet, slick condition of her cunt on my mouth and I realized that I was enveloped in the darkness of her crotch. 




Lisa & Brad



"Why the fancy get up, mom?" Brad asked when he noticed the sleek red dress hanging on the doorframe of her bedroom door.

She poked her head out of her bathroom and called, "My baby boy only graduates from high school once and I want to make sure everyone knows how proud I am of you." Brad smiled to himself and went off to his own room to finish his preparations for his high school graduation party.

Lisa knew that what she had said was true but it was only part of the reason she choose that dress for tonight. She knew the red dress clung teasingly to her stomach and ass before hanging down and stopping just a few inches above her knee. She also knew the light fabric had a way of perfectly framing her tits that made them look very appealing while having just enough of a loose neckline that someone could see down her top and catch glimpses of her tits if they wanted to whenever she leaned over. Previously the dress had been reserved for special occasions with her husband when she knew that a good fuck would wait at the end of the night.

The truth was that she was extremely proud of her son Brad. He was her only child and she knew that his time growing up had been hard. Before they had finally settled in their current location almost two years ago Brad's dad had been in the military and had been forced to move around a lot. Moving became an almost yearly occurrence for the family and each time Brad had to leave behind his friends and start new someplace else. 

One of the moves even caused him to be held out of school for a year for reasons he never fully understood. It had been something about the timing of his transfer and the transcripts from his old school not arriving until too late. The end result is that when he was about 11 he didn't go to school for the last two thirds of the school year and then had to repeat the grade he had started before the move. All this meant that he was now 19 for his high school graduation at a time when most of the others in his class were 18.

Lisa smiled at her reflection and knew that the real reason she had selected that particular red dress was something that she had never told anyone else, she had a crush on her son. She first noticed him in that way not too long after his 18th birthday over a year earlier. Her husband was gone on one of his many long business trips and she was feeling very lonely and particularly horny. 

She had given Brad and some of his friends a ride to the local community pool. Usually she just dropped them off and left since the pool was so hot and crowded, but this time she decided to stay. She stayed away from Brad and his friends as she didn't want him to be embarrassed by his mom hanging around. She was swimming a few laps in the slow lane when she stopped to take a break. She looked over and was immediately drawn to the figure of a young man climbing out of the other side of the pool.

She watched his muscles flex and ripple as he easily pushed himself out of the pool and onto the deck. She stared at his ass as his wet suit clung to him closely. It was only after the object of her gaze turned around that she immediately recognized it was her own son. She quickly looked away in shame and disbelief. 

After a while she began to look discreetly around the pool deck and she began to notice the hordes of high school aged boys lounging around or flirting shamelessly with the girls their own age. In particular, Lisa watched Brad's friends and felt her pussy tingling at the sight of their young, wet, hard bodies.

Lisa had long been drawn to younger men in her fantasies. She loved seeing herself in the role of the older, wiser teacher taking her young "student" in and teaching him how to be an accomplished lover. After that day at the pool she found herself regularly fantasizing about Brad's friends, the other young men she had seen at the pool, or sometimes about younger men she would see during the day. It seemed that being at the pool that day among all the 18 and 19 year olds in their wet bathing suits had enflamed her desires to new levels. 

With her husband often out of town Lisa spent a lot of time taking care of her own pleasures. She had never cheated on her husband and didn't think she was the kind of woman that ever would, but she did have to admit that there were times when she wanted little more than the sexual attention of a man. There was only so much satisfaction she could get from her own fingers and her small array of sex toys.

A few weeks after the incident at the pool Lisa found that her fantasies began to change slightly. The first time her son's face popped into her fantasy she quickly fingered herself to a wild orgasm. Afterward she felt her stomach turn in a mixture of confusion and embarrassment over having even had the thought. Still, she did have to admit to herself that the day she eyed him wantonly at the pool before she knew it was him still stuck in her head.

For the rest of the summer Lisa made sure to stay with her son and his friends at the pool. She always stayed discreetly out of view but watched her son and his friends closely. More and more he reappeared in her fantasies despite Lisa telling herself over and over that it was perverted and wrong to feel that way. Over the next few visits to the pool she noticed that Brad had developed into a handsome and fit young man and, almost in spite of herself, her mind began envisioning her with him in decidedly unmotherly ways.

Lisa had always been quite horny and when her husband was home they used to fuck like newlyweds. When they were first married she dealt better with their time apart than she had been over the past several years. If anything she found herself growing more and more horny with him away and she knew that her feelings toward Brad were certainly the result of so much pent up lust.

Through his senior year in school she continued to fantasize secretly about him and his friends. Some of her wilder dreams involved Brad and two or three of his friends unleashing their natural 18 and 19 year old lust and curiosity on her willing body. 


Aside from her deviant desires, Lisa was very proud of Brad and the man he had become. He was courteous and thoughtful and did very well in his classes. He kept himself quite busy with sports and his friends and Lisa enjoyed hanging out with him when she had the chance. One day it hit her that he was exactly the kind of guy that she would be instantly attracted to sexually if he wasn't her son.

As the months passed her secret affair that she had with her son only in her own mind blossomed and intensified. She no longer felt ashamed or odd at having these thoughts and would easily allow herself to contemplate all sorts of situations and varieties of ways to be with Brad.

That is the way things stayed for a while until the one night Brad invited a couple of his friends to sleep over at his house. Lisa's husband, again, was away and she didn't have any problems with sharing the house with a few rowdy boys for the night. For the most part she stayed out of sight and it was around midnight when she decided to go down to the kitchen and get herself something to drink. She had passed the night up in her own room reading or watching the small TV there and hadn't heard the boys in quite a while. She assumed they had gone out of the house and so didn't bother to put on a robe. 

As she walked down the hall she wore an old pair of shorts that she knew was a little too small for her. They were still comfortable so she kept wearing them despite the fact they stopped just below her ass and she knew that whenever she bent over or leaned down her ass would hang out. Other than the shorts she wore only one of her husband's big, old tank tops. The yellow top easily covered her ample tits but the large armholes left quite a lot of her tits exposed. When it was only her and Brad she was careful to wear a robe over her sleep clothes. 

She went into the kitchen and had already filled a glass with ice cubes from the freezer when she noticed the pulsing light from the TV coming from the living room through the other side of the kitchen. She smiled to herself and thought that it was typical of Brad to leave the house with the TV on. She walked over to the living room and stepped inside the dark room without thinking.

"Hi mom!" Brad said as she stepped into the room. Lisa had been so sure that the boys had left that Brad's words startled her. She gasped in surprise and visibly started. She dropped the glass she was carrying and although the glass itself didn't break the ice cubes scattered all over the floor. 

"You OK?" Brad asked, "we didn't mean to scare you."

"No, I'm OK," she began with a twinge of suspicion in her voice. "What's up? I thought you had gone out. You've been so quiet I didn't think you were here."

"No," Brad answered, "we've just been watching movies. I guess we got pretty caught up and so haven't been talking."

"Let me help you with the ice," Brad said as he moved off the couch and picked up her glass before handing it to her. 

"No, no," Lisa protested, "you guys go back to your movie and I'll clean up after myself." She was feeling embarrassed at having been so surprised that she dropped the glass and just wanted to quickly clean up and leave. She bent over and began to pick up the melting cubes dropping them back into her glass as she went. Brad continued to help her until there were only a couple of cubes left right at her feet. After picking them up Lisa stood up and, for the first time, looked at the chair directly in front of her at Brad's best friend Tom.

As soon as she looked at Tom she could plainly see his hard on tenting out against his sweatpants. It was only then that she realized she had just given Tom a fabulous view down her top when she bent over. "Holy fuck," she thought to herself, "he's got a hard on for me!" She immediately felt very embarrassed at having accidentally exposed herself but she also felt her pussy tingle in excitement almost in spite of herself.

Her tank top was big enough on her that she knew it had gapped and hung down when she bent over. She was still so flustered at having been surprised and dropping the glass that she never realized she was giving Tom a great view of her naked tits. 

It was only at that point that she remembered Gary, another of Brad's friends whom she didn't know very well. She realized that she didn't know where he was at the moment and turned to see him sitting behind her and slightly off to the side. She immediately noticed that Gary was staring right at her but wasn't looking at her face. She had had enough guys in her life staring at her tits to know by the angle of his sight that Gary was helping himself to the view of her tits as their sides mostly hung exposed out of the tank top.

She couldn't see his crotch, but based on the lust filled expression on his face she guessed that he too was sporting a healthy boner for her. She then realized that when she bent over she had practically pointed her ass right at him. He must have enjoyed the view of her ass peaking out of her shorts at the same time Tom had been greedily staring down her shirt.

She felt another wave of embarrassment flush over her, but this time the wave was smaller and was followed by a much stronger wave of excitement and exhilaration. Two young studs had each just received an eye full of her and it clearly had a big effect on them. Lisa felt simultaneously slutty and sexy.

"Well, I think I'll leave you boys to your movie," she said as she realized the room had just been filled by an oddly long silence. Before she left she turned her sight back to Brad and immediately noticed that he too was now staring at her tits. He was still standing in the same place as he was when he finished helping her pick up the ice and seemed to be frozen in place. She quickly glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants caused by his own hard on as he stared at her intently. 

Clearly, after Brad stood back up and she stayed bent over picking up the last of the ice he had been treated to nearly the same view down her top as Tom. Lisa felt like she had been kicked in the stomach when the idea struck her that she had just given her son a hard on. Unexpectedly, she felt a deep, forbidden thrill pass through her at knowing her son desired her. She could feel her pussy growing wetter and hotter by the moment and was afraid her nipples would grow hard, so she quickly said goodnight again and disappeared back into the kitchen.

She set her glass down on the counter and headed straight back to her room without getting the drink that she initially sought. Back in her room she shut the door behind her and stood with her heart pounding and her head spinning. What had just happened? Had she really just flashed her tits to her son and his best friend? Clearly, she had. Also as clear was the fact that they undeniably were excited by her. Their growing cocks gave that away.

Part of her wanted to chalk the incident up to a silly accident on her part, something that would be embarrassing for now but that she would one day look back on and laugh. However, another part of her couldn't deny what she felt at seeing the young, hard cocks pushing out against the boy's pants, particularly that of her own son. Despite her rational mind saying what she was feeling was wrong and perverted, she felt immensely sexy, alive, and aroused like she hadn't felt in a long time. 

She tried to lie in bed and go to sleep but she was far too excited for that. Her mind kept playing the scene over and over and she began to focus on the lustful gleam in the boy's eyes as they each had stared at her. Almost by itself her hand moved under the band on her shorts and she started playing with her pussy. In her mind she saw herself stepping to Tom, helping him up, and then meeting him in a slow, deep tongue kiss as the other two boys looked on. That was all it took in her excited state to make herself cum and when her orgasm finally peaked she was surprised by its strength and intensity. 

She was still so excited even after she came that it took her a long while to fall asleep. As she slept that night her dreams were filled with images of fucking her son or of allowing all three boys downstairs to take turns having their way with her. By the time she woke up in the morning she was so horny that she immediately reached between her legs and played with herself until she came once again.

The boys were still asleep after Lisa showered and went down to get herself some breakfast. She felt a jolt of excitement when she stepped into the living room and again stood at the spot where she had been the previous night. Going into the kitchen she felt another charge of excitement when she saw her glass on the counter still sitting with the melted ice cubes inside.

It was a few hours later before the boys made their way down. They didn't stay for long once they got up as they had plans with other friends. Lisa immediately noticed, however, when they did come downstairs that both Tom and Gary seemed to have a different look in their eyes today than she had seen them with before. Before they had seemed to view her as simply "a mom" but now there was an interest and curiosity behind their looks that told Lisa they now viewed her as something much more desirable and sexy.

Despite part of her thinking she shouldn't promote this behavior, she played along with them and made sure to make eye contact with them as they spoke. In short, she began to subtly flirt with her son's friends and loved every minute of the attention.

Brad also seemed to be acting a little different this morning, however for him it was the opposite of his two friends. Instead of his usual amount of eye contact he seemed to be spending much more time looking at the floor, the table, or anywhere other than at Lisa. She wondered if he was doing this to hide that same look in his own eyes that she saw in Gary and Tom's. 

Maybe he was aroused by her and now somehow saw her as something sexy and desirable? Maybe he looked away because he felt these things and didn't know what they meant or how he should deal with the feelings? In her own lust Lisa hoped this was true even as she waved goodbye to the boys sending them off for the rest of the day and probably well into the night.

Almost in spite of herself, Lisa felt herself begin to change slightly after this incident. She knew that she was wildly excited by the idea that the boys had been so aroused by her. It made her pussy ache to think of the multitude of ways she could tease and pleasure them if given the chance. The fact that her own son was excited by her only fanned her desires to all new levels. 

Before her secret desire for him had been relatively easy to conceal because she had been sure that there was no way he would ever reciprocate the feelings. Somehow, knowing that something like that was only possible in the dark, lusty parts of her own mind kept it safe and detached from reality. There was never any danger or real problem with it because it never really existed. 

Now, however, she knew that, at least for that one moment, her son had felt the same way about her. She often wondered if he now fantasized about her like she did about him. However, just the knowledge that he could see her as something other than just "mom" was enough to break down the security of her taboo fantasies.

In the weeks after the sleep over she began to flirt more openly with Brad's friends. She never did anything too obvious or that would seem awkward, but she had been quite a flirt in her younger days and used every subtle trick she knew to get their interest and keep them off balance. She loved the attention and the way it felt to be so desired and lusted after by the young men. 

Whenever his friends were around Lisa would never do any flirting at all with Brad. She didn't want to put him in any sort of awkward position or start any rumors amongst his friends about either her or him. When there were witnesses she was nothing but appropriate with him. However, when they were alone she did let herself indulge in some mild flirting and teasing. 

At first she did it largely out of curiosity to see how he might react. When his reaction showed her that he was definitely noticing she became a little more bold. She began to sometimes not wear a bra when it was just the two of them around the house. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he stared at her wobbling tits. Other times she would wear a low cut top and would purposely bend over in front of him giving him a great view down her shirt at her tits. 

She also did a number of much more subtle things like touching him more often than perhaps was necessary as they talked or hung out. She would often touch his arm as they talked or put her hand on his lower back as she walked by him. No single thing she did was ever inappropriate by itself, but the sum total of her efforts was clear that she was flirting with her own son.

She first offered to host a graduation party for Brad several months before his graduation. He immediately agreed to her offer and so the plans were set.

As Lisa continued to flirt with Brad and his friends her own lust and horniness seemed to rise to unbelievable levels. She seemed to be in a near constant state of arousal and was wearing out her collection of sex toys. Whenever her husband was in town, which was growing more and more infrequent, all she wanted to do was fuck. Previously they fucked like rabbits whenever he was home, but somehow he seemed less interested in sex lately. On the days when she would get him to fuck she would barely let him leave the bed in between their sessions.

Her fantasies now usually starred Brad or his friends in some combination. She had long past the point of feeling bad or guilty about having these feelings and willingly indulged her incestuous mind.




Lisa & Brad Ch. 02



The morning after Brad's graduation started with a slow, lazy fuck between mother and son. Brad would have happily stayed in bed with her all day long if she would have let him. He loved being naked with her and learning how to pleasure her and make her cum. 

At one point he reflected on how odd it was that three days ago he probably would have laughed at the idea of being naked with his mom. Sure, he had indulged in some incestuous fantasies about her previously, but he never in a million years would have guessed that anything like this would ever happen. However, now there was nothing that he could imagine feeling better or more "right" than simply being with her. Somehow it seemed their bodies fit perfectly together and what he felt and experienced was far beyond his wildest dreams.

Eventually it was only Lisa's insistence that they get up that finally got Brad out of bed. He tried to convince her to stay but she just laughed and commented that they had to eat sometime. "Besides," she added, "your dad should be home in a few hours and this isn't quite how I want to greet him."

The mere mention of his dad made Brad upset. He was still pissed that his dad had blown off his graduation ceremony and, the more he reflected on it, he was getting more and more upset about his dad's continual absence from his life in general for the past year. Now, added to that was the realization that while his dad was around he wouldn't be able to be with his mom. He felt a mixture of jealousy and anger towards his dad that only seemed to grow stronger when his dad did come home later that day.

Lisa tried to pretend that everything was fine but deep down she knew that something had changed. While her husband was home over the next few days she reflected on things in light of what she had done with Brad. She compared how Brad seemed to dote on her and how she could feel his desire and lust when they were together with her husband's reactions. He seemed to barely pay any attention to her. It was all she could do to pull his attention from his work, the newspaper, or the TV.

When she did get her husband in bed it seemed like he was just going through the motions. His reaction reminded Lisa of what one would do with some simple task they were completely bored with. The contrast between his lack of interest and Brad's complete interest was striking and made her reflect on what her marriage had become. The more she thought about it the more she realized that, independent of what had happened with Brad, their marriage had really ended some time ago. They were now more like two acquaintances living in the same house.

Brad's dad came and went on his normal schedule for the next few weeks. He never gave a detailed reason for leaving other than "a meeting" or "a conference". Neither Brad nor Lisa really put much effort into caring however, because as soon as he would leave they would resume their intense fucking.

Over this time Lisa could feel Brad becoming more confident and comfortable during sex. They spent many long hours and nights together in her bed fucking, sucking, and teasing each other to orgasm after orgasm. She introduced him to the doggie style position and they eagerly experimented with this new way to fuck. Otherwise, Lisa kept their fucks fairly basic and simple. She didn't introduce anything kinky or outrageous. She wanted to bring Brad along slowly, allowing him to become very comfortable with sex and being with her first.

Besides, these basic fucks were so wildly exciting for her that Lisa was more than satisfied. His level of lust and desire remained the same or perhaps even grew as he became more comfortable. Simply feeling his lust along with his improving technique was enough to drive Lisa out of her mind with pleasure.

During this time Lisa felt the last remnants of her concerns and hesitations about being with Brad disappear. Before long she completely gave herself over to this new relationship just as she would have with any other new and exciting lover. 

Brad slowly worked through his conflicted feelings and reactions to their being together. Being with her was beyond any pleasure he could imagine and, being a perpetually horny 19-year-old, he would never even think of resisting her advances when they were alone. At those moments all he knew was how good it felt and any reservations about whom she was disappeared.

It was the times when his dad was around that Brad began having second thoughts. He beat himself up thinking he must be a pervert for having these feelings for his mom. It was around the July 4th weekend before he had enough courage to bring this up to her.

His dad had again disappeared leaving Lisa and Brad alone over the holiday. After Brad confessed his conflicted emotions he and his mom had a long, honest talk. She validated all of his feelings and even offered to stop the relationship if it made him too uncomfortable. However, she also pointed out that being with him was giving her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. Upon hearing that Brad's cock twitched and he felt himself swell with pride.

The long talk helped to ease his concerns and before that night was over they ended up fucking again. The rest of that weekend was spent in bed as they fully gave themselves over to each other. 

Both during and after that weekend Brad came to the conclusion that if neither he nor his mom minded or were bothered by what was happening then there could be no harm in it. He knew that society would judge them harshly if they were ever discovered but the mere idea of her fucking and pleasuring him far outweighed that possible consequence.

It was near the end of July when Brad heard his parents having the biggest fight they had ever had. He heard them yelling about the upcoming family vacation and heard his mom crying. When she finally came up to his room to tell him what had happened his dad had already left.

She told Brad that she finally had proof of something she had suspected for a long time, that his dad was having an affair. Brad suddenly realized that fact explained a lot of his dad's mysterious trips. According to his mom, his dad had been living a near double life for almost a year and whenever he was allegedly away on business he was actually living with this other woman.

Brad didn't ask but he was sure this was the end of his parent's marriage. As he sat holding his mom in his arms trying to comfort her he wished his dad was still around so he could go yell at him or punch him or do something else to hurt him.

Once the initial shock of that argument wore off, Lisa found herself feeling much better than expected. In her heart she had so strongly suspected the affair that it really hadn't been that big of a shock when she heard him admit it to her. She knew that their marriage had disconnected long ago and, for all intents and purposes, they really were divorced emotionally and physically long before now.

The divorce proceedings began quickly and moved rapidly. She filed right away and he seemed to have decided to not fight her on many of her demands. Perhaps his guilt was taking on last chance to get the better of him.

It was a couple of weeks after the big fight before Lisa and Brad slept together, despite the fact that his dad had packed up and moved out the very next day. Brad waited until Lisa made the first move wanting to be sure she was ready. That first fuck after such a relatively long time apart was wild and primal. They fucked hard and fast until they came and then resumed fucking much more slowly and deliberately before finally bringing each other to another round of orgasms.

As they basked in the afterglow of that fuck Lisa mentioned the vacation they had planned. Brad had practically forgotten all about it with everything that had happened and had just assumed the trip would be canceled.

Brad and his two best friends, Tom and Gary, would be starting college in the fall. Their school didn't start until late in September so Brad's family had planned one last big family vacation over Labor Day weekend. They rented a house at the beach and were planning on spending the long weekend basking in the sun, swimming, and enjoying one last family fling before Brad left home.

With his dad out of the picture it almost seemed silly to Brad to go on the trip with just his mom. Being at the beach would be fun, but they would be able to freely fuck and be together at home now so they might as well save the hassle of the trip to the coast.

When she mentioned the trip he told her he assumed they wouldn't be going. "I thought that for a while too," she replied. She then broke into a wide, devilish smile and added, "But then I remembered that the reservations are guaranteed, so we have to pay even if we don't go. Besides, your dad put the whole thing on his credit card so I think we should go."

"Just the two of us?" Brad asked.

"Well," she replied trying to hide her excited grin, "I thought it might be fun if you invited Tom and Gary along. They might enjoy one last summer fling before college studies start."

Initially Brad was hesitant since he figured having Tom and Gary around meant no sex with her. Only when she assured him that she would find plenty of time both before and after the trip for just him did he start to get excited about the idea. Besides, a coast weekend with his two best buddies would be a hell of a time, even if it was very different from the kind of fun he had initially envisioned.

The next day Brad called his friends and they both immediately agreed. Lisa talked to both sets of parents and assured them that she was going along as a chaperone to keep the boys out of trouble. Before long the plans were set.

As the trip grew near Lisa could feel herself getting more and more excited. She and Brad fucked often and he definitely was willing to satisfy her every urge for sex. However, she often reflecting back excitedly to the night of his graduation party. She remembered the lust and desire she felt from both of his friends and how close she had come to fucking either or both of them that night. She knew that if things had occurred just a little differently she might well have fucked them both before ever seducing her son. 

Sometimes she again thought about the time in college when she almost let those two frat guys fuck her at the same time. Her pussy always grew wet as she wondered if she had the courage to let her two wildest fantasies, fucking her son and fucking multiple men, come true on this trip.

They picked up first Tom and then Gary before setting out on the drive to the coast. Along the way the three boys talked excitedly. Lisa had seen little of her son's friends over the summer and immediately picked up on the lust and interest in their eyes as they greeted her. She wasn't sure she could go through with what she had planned, but she was sure looking forward to finding out.

They arrived at the rental house late in the afternoon so by the time they looked around, unloaded the car, and unpacked, it was already past dinnertime. They headed to a nearby seafood restaurant and had a nice dinner together before heading back to the house. Lisa was tired after the long drive and so turned in leaving the three boys to stay up and talk while they played cards.

The house was just a few blocks from a popular beach and the next day they decided to walk down and spend the day lounging in the sand. The weather was warm and it seemed that everyone in the state was trying to take advantage of the last weekend of summer. Finally they found a place to spread out their towels. Lisa let the three boys remove their tops and kick off their sandals as she discreetly watched.

They started to walk toward the water when Brad stopped and said, "You coming?" Tom and Gary also looked back at her. When she knew she had their attention she began to remove the wrap covering her body. She had gone shopping a few days earlier and this was the first time she had worn this bikini. Usually she preferred one piece suits but decided this might be the perfect weekend for a revealing little bikini. 

The triangles of fabric stretched tightly over her large tits and seemed to be fighting a losing battle to cover them. The bottoms were little more than two small triangles held together by thin straps over her hips. By the time she dropped the wrap and joined the boys on the walk to the water she was getting excited from the look of surprise and desire in all three sets of eyes.

Ultimately she knew this suit wasn't meant for someone her age and she knew her body wasn't as sleek or sculpted as the model in the poster at the store. However, she also knew that she looked as good or better than any other women at the beach her age and wearing this overly revealing suit and having three young men so obviously interested in her was making her very horny.

The rest of the day was spent on the beach with only brief trips to get food or drinks pulling them away. Lisa could feel their eyes all over her as she sunbathed. After lunch when it was time to reapply her sunscreen she decided to ask Tom to help her while Gary and Brad were off swimming. Tom eagerly agreed but seemed to grow unsure when his hands actually began working the cream into her skin.

After some initial hesitation he eagerly began rubbing her. He let his fingers run boldly over her and she let his fingertips brush against her in places that normally wouldn't be a part of the routine for applying sunscreen. All of these touches were quick and nothing that would look out of place to anyone who happened to be watching, but when his fingertips touched the exposed sides of her tits or lightly brushed over her ass she knew it was no accident.

By the time he was done Lisa's pussy was tingling at the realization that she just Tom feel her up on this very public beach. She glanced at him and saw him quickly pull a towel over his lap to hide his hard cock. She gave him a nasty, knowing grin and returned to her sunbathing.

Playing "mom" for all three of them she later lectured them playfully on the importance of sunscreen and took it upon herself to rub the lotion into each of their backs. Feeling the tight, young, excited skin under her fingers was driving her wild and there was no doubt they were growing horny as hell.

Lisa was the first to leave the beach saying she was going to walk to the nearby grocery store and get some things for dinner. There was a barbecue grill at the house and she told them she'd get something to grill up for them. Even after doing her shopping she still beat the three of them back to the house.

She poured herself a tall drink and took a long shower. By the time she stepped out of the shower the three boys had returned. She dressed in a loose skirt and a tank top. The top was perhaps just a shade too tight but she didn't mind at all. Besides, the hint of cleavage that it revealed would be perfect to catch the boy's attention.

She knew right away that she had been successful. All three boys noticed her outfit when she stepped out onto the deck with them. Lisa's pussy tingled as she felt three sets of eyes roaming wantonly over her body.

"Hope you don't mind," Brad said as he lifted the can of beer in his hand. Lisa saw that all three of them had a beer. "We saw the case in there and, after the graduation party, I guess we assumed it would be OK."

She told them it was fine and turned to refill her drink as Tom got up to take a shower. Gary said he was going to the bedroom to call his parents and check in. 

In the kitchen she smiled devilishly to herself since she had bought the beer specifically for them. She figured a little beer would help dissolve any reservations they might have even though she figured they would all be so horny there wouldn't be any need. For herself she bought some rum to help calm her nerves.

She was in the process of making a new rum and coke when Brad came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her pushing his crotch against her ass. He had followed his mom into the kitchen and, when the others were gone, embraced her.

"You look hot," he whispered. She could hear the desire in his voice and it was nearly all she could do to not just tell him to take her right there.

Instead she wriggled out of his arms and turned around. "You three didn't look too bad yourselves," she teased touching his bare chest and feeling a jolt of excitement. She could feel her nipples getting tight and saw Brad's eyes move down toward them as they poked through her tight top. Just then they heard someone returning and stepped apart quickly before Gary joined them.

Brad returned to the deck while Lisa turned around to hide her excited nipples. However, when Brad was gone Lisa turned toward Gary just as he was pulling something out of the fridge. It was obvious that he noticed her hard nipples right away as his eyes scanned back and forth between her tits.

"I can't believe how hot it is," she commented as she held her glass up to her exposed chest. The glass was covered in sweat and as she dragged the glass over her skin it left a trail of moisture behind. She let the glass run over her exposed cleavage and could feel her nipples getting harder. She could also see the wild lust in Gary's eyes as he stood silently staring at her.

Gary moved toward her quickly and Lisa expected him to embrace her or perhaps try to kiss her. She remembered feeling his hard cock pressed against her leg at the graduation party and wondered if he would again press it against her leg.

Instead she gasped softly in surprise as his hand came down over her tit. He stood just inches away from her as his hand excitedly, but clumsily, groped at her tit and excited nipple. She was both surprised and excited by how aggressive he was being. Apparently she had underestimated how much he had been thinking about what happened the night of Brad's graduation party.

Lisa leaned back against the kitchen counter and Gary brought his other hand up and began excitedly fondling both of her tits. His touch was definitely unskilled but his intensity and desire was so obvious that it was driving Lisa crazy.

Quickly her mind started playing visions of her sitting on the counter while Gary fucked her silly. She was just about to give herself up to those visions as Gary's excited hands continued to grope and explore her tits when she decided that she couldn't, yet. 

She opened her eyes and put her hands on his arms gently pulling them away from her. Gary's eyes gave her a look that seemed like he was afraid he had done something wrong. She smiled wickedly at him and said, "My, that was unexpected."

"I'm sorry, I..." he stammered thinking she was upset.

"But not unappreciated," she continued. Releasing his hands she leaned toward him and met his lips in a short, soft kiss. "Later," was all she added before she suggested they should go out and join Brad before he wondered what had happened to them.

Gary followed her outside and then took his turn in the shower when Tom was done. After Gary finished it was Brad's turn for the shower. As soon as Brad left Lisa thought she could feel the lust and desire on the deck rise noticeably. She talked with Tom and Gary and pretended not to notice their lustful stares or the barely concealed flirtations and advances they verbally made to her. It seemed very obvious that they were ready and willing for anything with her, but it seemed like they just didn't know how to say it or initiate it.

Things calmed down slightly when Brad returned. Lisa told them to relax and went about grilling dinner. She again refilled her drink as she started cooking. After she was done cooking she brought the boys a fresh round of beers and then brought out everyone's food. Since it was such a beautiful night they sat on the deck as they ate and continued chatting.




Lisa & Brad Ch. 02



At one point during dinner, Lisa went back into the kitchen to get another serving of salad and almost immediately heard footsteps behind her. She just had enough time to turn around and see Tom following her before he wrapped his arms around her back.

She gasped at his forwardness and from the exciting way it felt to have his wanting arms wrapped around her. "You looked so hot today on the beach," he said. Lisa smiled at the awkwardness of his words.

"Is that really what you came in here to tell me?" she teased.

"No," Tom replied before pausing as if he was searching for the right words.

"Tell me," she coaxed. "Besides, you'll never get anything if you don't ask for it."

"I want you," Tom blurted out. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since Brad's graduation party. Then, today at the beach, you looked and felt so, so...amazing..." his voice trailed off.

"Kiss me," she said. He immediately brought his lips against hers in a wanton kiss. She let him lead the kiss for a few moments before she parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Tom moaned excitedly and reached behind her bringing both of his hands down on her ass.

Again, Lisa had to struggle to stop herself from letting go completely and fucking this young stud right there on the counter or the floor. When she pulled away from their kiss Tom looked at her with wild, desperate eyes. "Not yet," she said teasingly before she picked up her plate and returned to the deck leaving Tom standing alone in the kitchen.

For the rest of the night Lisa tried to figure out how exactly to make her fantasy of fucking multiple partners come true. She knew Tom and Gary were ready and willing and she also knew she may never have a better opportunity than right now. The problem was Brad. 

How could she involve Brad in this scenario? Lisa couldn't really stomach the idea of making her relationship with Brad public, even if it was just to Tom and Gary. She was worried that revealing their secret would ruin or maybe even bring to an end the magical relationship with Brad. She couldn't risk that, but she also knew the time had come to live out her fantasy. Deep down, there was nothing more she craved than to have Brad, Tom, and Gary all fucking her together. For now she settled on trying to figure out a way to get with Tom and Gary.

While she was still trying to plot something, the perfect solution dropped into her lap. It had gotten fairly late as they sat around talking and drinking. Suddenly Brad let out a huge yawn and apologized before saying he was going to bed. He got up and said his goodnights promising not to be such a downer the next night.

After he disappeared into the house Lisa turned and saw the excited, anxious stares of Tom and Gary looking back at her. All night long they had each been casting concealed, wanting glances at her and she could feel her own excitement rising. Now as they watched Brad go inside they all seemed to realize that something exciting might happen.

Immediately after Brad went inside a heavy, anxious silence fell on the trio left on the porch. Lisa was very aware of the excited butterflies in her stomach, the heavy pounding of her heart, and the slightest tingle of lust in her pussy. She knew that something very wild might happen very soon and she couldn't wait.

As they sat, mostly in an excited silence, Lisa finished the rest of her drink fairly quickly. She excused herself and moved into the kitchen to make another stiff drink. As she moved away from the patio she wondered how to make the next step.

It turned out she didn't need to worry about making the next step. As soon as she reached the kitchen she heard quick footsteps behind her. She turned to see Tom, just as he had done before, following her into the kitchen. This time, however, he wasn't coming to talk to her.

He moved to her with the urgency of someone who had waited longer than they had believed possible. With a confidence and authority that surprised Lisa, he immediately instigated a deep, hungry kiss.

Before Lisa had resisted his touch and kiss, but her own lust was too great to do anything but eagerly kiss him back. Their tongues wrestled wildly and their arms wrapped around each other in a wild caress. If there were any doubts left in her mind, the urgency and pure lust in Tom's kiss and embrace left no doubt that she was going to fuck him. 

A small part of her worried that Brad might not be soundly asleep yet. She briefly worried what her son would say if he came out for a bedtime drink and found his mom wildly fucking his best friend. The mere thought of that sent a chill down her spine and very quickly that part of her mind became merely a tiny voice trying to compete with her screaming lust.

Before long Tom began to eagerly grope her tits through her tight tank top. Lisa moaned at the urgency of his touch and their kiss grew more wanton and intense. Lisa reached down and felt the hard bulge of Tom's cock through his shorts. Tom moaned excitedly as her fingers rubbed him through his shorts.

As exciting as Tom's touch felt on her tits and as much as she wanted to let him completely have his way with her, she knew right away as she felt his cock straining in his pants that she needed to do something else first. They continued their wild kiss as they frantically groped at each other for a few more long moments before Lisa parted the kiss.

Tom looked at her questioningly until Lisa gave him a wicked, sexy smile and dropped slowly to her knees before him. He let out a wild moan as Lisa quickly unsnapped and then slowly unzipped his shorts. Lisa desperately wanted to touch and feel his cock, and she pushed his shorts and boxers down his legs together before tossing them aside.

She gazed excitedly at Tom's rock hard cock. Its tip was already heavily coated with pre-cum and Lisa immediately reached out her tongue and began collecting the slippery, clear fluid. Tom's moan was so loud and excited that Lisa was sure Brad would hear them, but she was so completely engrossed in Tom's cock that she didn't bother to try and silence him.

The taste of his pre-cum was a wonderful appetizer and immediately made her want much, much more from him. She gazed up at him and held their eye contact as she let her tongue run the length of this shaft several times before licking on his tip like an erotic lollipop.

Even if Tom was the most experienced of the three of them, not counting Brad's new experiences with her, the near crazed look of lust in his eyes immediately told Lisa that he still had much to learn. "Clearly nobody has ever taken the time to properly suck his cock," Lisa thought. "Time to remedy that problem."

She held their eye contact as she parted her lips and took as much of his length into her mouth as she could. She then broke their gaze and concentrated completely on giving Tom her nastiest, hottest blowjob. She could already feel his cock twitching excitedly with lust and could hear Tom's heavy, gasping breaths. It was clear he was going to cum soon but Lisa didn't relent. She wanted his cum and knew this would not be the last time she had his hard cock inside her this night.

"Oh fuck, oh damn," Tom gasped as Lisa continued sucking and licking his cock. By now his cock was glistening with her saliva and her lips and tongue slipped easily over him with the added lubrication. Lisa bobbed her head back and forth with steady movements leaving just the end of his tip inside her mouth when she pulled back and taking nearly his entire length inside when she moved forward.

"If you think this feels good," she whispered seductively, "wait until you feel my pussy." Two excited gasps responded to Lisa's wicked words. She knew Tom was already on the verge of cumming and she attacked his cock with a wild abandon figuring her words would quickly push him to his end. It was only seconds later when Tom groaned from between gritted teeth. His cock started to pump jet after thick jet of his heavy cum into Lisa's mouth.

Lisa grasped the base of his cock and began stroking him to urge out all of his cum into her waiting mouth. She gulped at his cum and tried hard to keep it all in her mouth, but the intensity and volume of his cum overwhelmed her and it began dribbling out between her lips. By the time Tom was finished Lisa had swallowed several times and yet she still wore some of his cum on her chin and there were even a few drops that fell onto her shirt.

Tom stared at her with a look of lustful amazement. Lisa gave him a sexy smile and gave his cock a few last licks before she pulled it away from her mouth and used her tongue and fingers to collect his cum from her shirt and chin. As she was teasingly sucking the last of his cum off her fingertips she again heard an excited moan.

She vaguely remembered hearing a second moan when she had teased Tom with her nasty words and turned toward where the moans were coming from. She saw Gary standing near the kitchen table with a look of utter shock and lust on his face. She smiled as she realized that it was the look of someone who just realized that something they had dreamed about, but never expected to actually happen, was about to occur.

She got to her feet and slowly moved to where Gary was standing. His cock was pushing out the front of his shorts very noticeably. "This can't be comfortable," Lisa cooed as she reached out and touched the rock hard bulge in his shorts. Gary practically jumped at her touch and Lisa excitedly wondered if this was the first time a woman had ever touched him.

She didn't even bother to kiss or caress Gary beyond this touch on his cock before she started to remove his shorts. As Lisa removed his shorts and boxers she heard Tom whispering to Gary that he should just relax and enjoy the ride.

Lisa told Gary to sit down and he immediately took a seat in one of the chairs around the kitchen table. Lisa dropped to her knees again and took a moment to admire the hard, virgin cock standing so prominently off Gary's lap. She teased him for a few moments more by running her hands up and down his thighs as she looked deeply into his eyes.

"Ready?" she asked. Gary merely nodded quickly before Lisa lowered her mouth to the end of his hard cock. She slipped his cock between her lips and repeated the blowjob she had just given Tom. She marveled at how wonderfully different Gary's cock felt. At first glance it was like Tom's but in her mouth she noticed that it was perhaps just a bit shorter than Tom's but also a bit wider.

She felt like the blowjob had only just started when Gary's cock twitched wildly as he began a long, excited moan. The fury of his cum filling her mouth outdid even Tom and she greedily sucked at and swallowed his cum as quickly as she could. His taste was very different from Tom's and it drove Lisa wild to think she had now consumed the cum of two different men so quickly.

She lingered over Gary's lap licking and kissing his cock after he finished cumming. She was amazed that he lost only a little of his hardness as she continued cleaning the last of his cum off his shaft.

By now Lisa's pussy was burning with the desire for her own release. As much as she loved pleasuring their cocks she knew she needed a hard cock or a tongue in her pussy soon.

She let Gary's cock pop out of her mouth and stood up in front of him. As soon as she reached the standing position she felt Tom's hands on her arms spinning her around. Tom met her in a wild, frantic kiss as Tom's hands immediately moved to the bottom of her shirt. Lisa moaned as Tom began pulling her shirt over her head. 

As soon as he had it over her head Lisa gasped when she felt Gary's hands on her back. It took a bit of fumbling but he soon had her bra open. Tom slipped her bra forward and off her arms exposing her heavy, excited tits to their hungry eyes. 

Gary immediately moved around beside her and started to touch and play with her tits and stiff nipples. Tom quickly moved to her skirt and before long Lisa was completely naked and standing between her two new lovers.

Both boys removed their shirts and Lisa began trading long, deep kisses with them. As she moved back and forth enjoying their intense kisses she felt four excited hands roaming all over her body. The boys groped at her tits, her ass, her pussy, and every other possible place on her body as Lisa happily let them. The feeling of their wild lust was incredibly exciting and the only thing that stopped it was the heavy wetness starting to drip down the insides of Lisa's thighs.

She moved away from them and was about to lead them into the living room. However, before she could take a step Tom grasped her arms and guided her to the kitchen table. He set her on the edge of the table and pushed her thighs apart as he moved in front of her. 

This was not what Lisa had planned at all, she had planned on having both cocks in her, but the forceful lust driving Tom was more than she was able to resist. Even if it meant putting off her fantasy a few moments more, she knew she had to feel Tom take control of her and let out his primal desires.

She could barely contain her scream of desire as Tom plunged his cock into her drenched pussy. He held her thighs and began to frantically thrust into her. Lisa leaned back on her elbows and stared down at the young boy fucking her so fast and hard. The look in his eyes was almost animal as he fucked her. Lisa knew the she could easily cum like this but before she had the chance Tom groaned and thrust roughly inside her as he started to cum. The feeling of his cum shooting deeply inside her was almost enough to start Lisa's orgasm, but she knew she needed a little more and she knew exactly what she wanted.

She happily let Tom finish cumming, but as soon as he relaxed and the last of his jets of cum filled her she sat up and got off the table. She immediately led them both into the dark living room. After a quick glance around the room Lisa decided the couch was to be the spot where she was going to live out her fantasy. She crawled onto the middle of the couch on her hands and knees. "Somebody fuck me," she gasped.

Gary moved first and knelt on the couch behind her. She was a little surprised Gary was being so forward and eager, but she realized that he had just watched her fuck Tom and that must have sent Gary's lust almost out of control. He fumbled for a few moments trying to find the right spot, and as soon as he found it Lisa let him know by moaning and pushing back into him burying about half his cock in her dripping wet pussy. Gary gasped at the sensation as he pushed the rest of the way inside her.

Lisa was now halfway there and reached a hand out to Tom. She pulled him over in front of her until his cock was pointing almost directly at her face. When she shoved his cock into her mouth Tom groaned wildly as if the idea that she would want this double penetration had never occurred to him.

The thought that she was doing something so nasty that these young boys hadn't even dreamt about it thrilled Lisa. She sucked excitedly on Tom's cock as her mind reeled with the erotic joy of feeling two young, rock hard cocks inside her. 

It only took a few seconds for Lisa to realize that she loved this feeling. She felt completely slutty and nasty as she bounced back and forth on their cocks. She also felt horny, alive, and excited like never before. The only thing that surpassed the way this made her feel was the way it felt to fuck her own son. Her mind quickly wondered what it would be like to have Brad as one of the two cocks now filling her.

When she felt her orgasm coming very quickly she didn't even try to resist it. She had wondered and fantasized about this moment for far too long to deny herself this orgasm. Instead, she let it sweep over her like a wave crashing on a beach. 

Only Tom's cock shoved in her mouth kept her from screaming as her whole body tensed in wild anticipation of her ultimate release. Her orgasm came in waves and grew stronger and stronger until Lisa was afraid she might pass out. Her pussy, and seemingly her whole body, spasmed wildly and trembled as her orgasm took complete control. Her orgasm felt like it lasted forever and she loved the way neither boy stopped stroking their cocks in and out of her. 

After she came Lisa simply relaxed and gave herself over to her two lovers. She didn't try to guide or educate them and really didn't care if their movements were hesitant or erratic. All she knew and cared about was that she had two hard cocks in her pussy and mouth and she was finally living out her longtime fantasy. 

The fact that she could practically feel and taste the lust and desire from the two naked, 18-year-old boys fucking her only added to the moment. Not surprisingly, it was Gary who reached his climax first. He had been wildly pounding into her pussy for several minutes ever since Lisa finished cumming and he got to experience for the first time the feeling of a woman's pussy quivering around his cock as she came.

He gripped her hips firmly and wildly drove his cock back and forth hell bent on making himself cum. He let out a long groan as he came and pushed himself all the way inside her waiting pussy. Lisa let Tom's cock slip out of her mouth as she groaned and wriggled her hips against Gary as his cum surged out of his cock and filled her. The volume and force of his jets were impressive and she happily realized that, just as with her son, she was going to love teaching Gary about control and pleasure.

After Gary was finished Lisa returned to Tom's hard cock with renewed lust. Gary slowly pulled his cock out of her and, much to Lisa's excitement, he remained behind her. She soon felt his fingers exploring her dripping wet pussy. He ran his fingertips through the heavy wetness left behind by their fuck and her earlier fuck with Tom. Lisa sighed at his curious, exploring touch and realized that this was something that would never happen with her ex-husband, or really any other older man. For them the wonder and pure excitement of sex had long since passed. She could feel in Gary's touch his giddiness and excitement at being able to touch a pussy and his lust and relief at finally having been able to fuck.

Tom had already cum twice in a relatively short amount of time and that clearly was helping him withstand Lisa's hot, wanton mouth sucking and licking him. Lisa knew that it might be asking a lot for him to cum again, but she was determined not to stop until she made him cum one more time.

She kept sucking him until her jaws began to ache. She then realized she didn't want his cum in her mouth but rather she wanted it in her pussy. She straightened up and looked back and forth between Gary and Tom's excited faces. They seemed as though she hypnotized them and she felt at that moment that they would surely do anything she asked. A tingle shot down her spine as her mind quickly envisioned some things she could ask them to do, but the burning lust in her pussy and the sight of Tom's hard, wet cock made her decide to go with her original idea.

She took Tom's hand and pulled him around in front of the couch. She guided him into a sitting position and quickly straddled his lap lowering her pussy over his rock hard cock. Perhaps Tom had fucked before but judging from the wild look in his eyes and his long moan as she started riding him he had never been with a woman who took control and fucked him like this.

Lisa smiled and stared down at his face feeling powerful, horny, and alive like she had only felt before while fucking Brad. The thought of Brad made her more excited and she increased the tempo of their fuck causing Tom to moan and squirm under her. She knew Brad was sleeping in a room not far away and knowing he was so close made her excited. 





Lisa & Brad Ch. 02



She continued fucking Tom wildly somehow hoping that his groans and the sounds of their fucking would wake her son and he would come out to see what was happening. In Lisa's mind, once Brad saw them he would immediately join in and then she would spend the rest of the night fucking and being fucked by all three cocks.

Just then she felt someone move in close behind her and a pair of arms wrapping around her to caress her tits. She opened her eyes in surprise and turned hoping to see Brad but finding Gary. Even Gary's clumsy, excited caresses were more than enough to drive Lisa wild. As Gary squeezed her hard nipples Lisa exploded into another orgasm. She leaned forward against Tom and Gary followed her so as she rode out the rest of her orgasm she was sandwiched tightly between her two lovers.

Lisa's orgasm was far more than Tom could take. He cried out loudly as he shoved his hips up roughly and his cock began shooting thick jets of cum into her spasming pussy. Lisa leaned her head back on Gary's shoulder and let out a long, satisfied sigh as both she and Tom completed their orgasms. 

Lisa's mind wanted this to continue all night but her body was simply exhausted. She had used up so much energy in nervous anticipation of this very act that by the time it actually happened she felt completely spent. Still, as she slipped off Tom and pulled Gary to the couch beside her she couldn't deny that her pussy ached from being so thoroughly fucked and having cum so much already. 

The trio began exchanging long kisses as their hands roamed freely over each other's naked bodies. Lisa knew right away that Gary, and surprisingly even Tom would easily be ready for another fuck but she decided to wait, for now. The weekend still had one night left and she couldn't wait to see what might happen. Eventually, she sent both of them off to bed with long, deep kisses and watched them walk away naked and smiling.

After they left she collected all of their clothes from around the house and went to her bedroom. She lay in bed very aware of the well fucked feeling in her pussy and of the fact that she now had the cum from two different boys inside her. After lying awake for a long while replaying the night and anticipating future nights she finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning started very late. Much to Lisa's surprise it seemed like Tom and Gary had been the first ones up. By the time she crawled out of bed, showered, and emerged searching for coffee she found a note from them addressed to her and Brad. It said they were going out to the beach again and would be back soon.

Just as she finished reading the note Lisa heard her son stepping out of the bedroom. They exchanged hellos and sat down to eat breakfast, or judging by the time of day, lunch. Lisa was immediately aware of something just a bit different about Brad's demeanor but she couldn't put a finger on it.

Brad removed the mystery near the middle of the meal as he blurted out, "I saw you last night."

For a moment Lisa looked at him with questioning eyes so Brad continued. "I heard some sounds and looked out of the bedroom. Then, I saw you bring Tom and Gary into the living room..." His voice trailed off.

"What did you see?" Lisa asked still trying to gage his reaction. She hoped he wasn't upset.

"Everything," he said. "I watched it all. I could hardly get back to sleep. After they came back to the room I swear I could smell you on them." Lisa's pussy tingled at the idea of that.

"Brad," she began as she took his hand in hers, "I hope you're not upset with me. What happened last night was something I have wanted for a long time."

"You've wanted Tom and Gary for a long time?" Brad asked.

"No, no," Lisa replied knowing she was lying a little. "I've wanted to be with multiple guys at the same time for a long time. I guess Tom and Gary were just convenient subjects. Besides," she added changing her tone slightly, "I was hoping they might have the same energy and be as good as you."

Brad flushed and smiled at the same time. Lisa continued talking. "Brad, I hope that after all we have done that you won't think poorly of me for living out a fantasy."

"No," Brad replied, "I guess I just wanted to know why you didn't do it with me?" Lisa smiled widely as she looked at her son. That was exactly what she'd hoped he'd say. Brad was clearly not sure what to make of her wide smile.

Lisa squeezed his hand and replied, excitedly, "Oh son, I just wasn't sure how you would feel about sharing me and our, um, relationship with your friends. I wanted nothing more than to have you there with us."

Brad's eyes shot open wide and his mouth opened as if to say something but he seemingly stopped himself. "Go ahead," Lisa urged, "you can say anything to me."

"You mean," he slowly began, "you would do all three of us at the same time?"

"Yes," Lisa replied slowly and deliberately as she looked him directly in the eyes to make sure he fully understood her desire. Without warning Brad shot out of his chair and in the next moment he and his mom were locked in a wild, excited kiss. They remained like that and surely would have moved directly to the bedroom and wildly fucked if it hadn't been for the sounds of Gary and Tom returning.

Lisa and Brad quickly pulled apart and tried to make it look like they hadn't just been on the verge of committing incest as Brad's two friends entered the house. Lisa quickly disappeared to her bedroom so she could compose herself. As she sat on her bed her heart pounded in her chest and her pussy tingled excitedly at the idea that she was soon going to get to fuck all three of the boys.

For the rest of the day simply being around the three of them was almost too much to bear for Lisa. The three boys quickly decided to go back to the beach and all three tried to convince Lisa to join them. Lisa knew immediately the motives of all three and it made her very excited. Too excited, in fact, for she knew there was no way she could be with the three of them and not indulge her desires. She knew she had to stay away from them until it was time.

She excused herself saying she would run to town and get some more food and drinks and told them to go ahead. She watched them walking away and couldn't resist adding, "Don't stay out too late." All three turned to her and gave her excited, horny looks. 

Lisa was sitting on the deck reading when the boys returned. She looked at her watch and smiled thinking they had taken her advice very literally. She had barely just returned herself and she hadn't been gone very long at all. All three returned with only their wet swim suits on and Lisa wondered if they weren't trying to show off for her a little bit. The very idea of that made her even more excited.

The boys sat with her on the deck for a while after Gary fetched them all a round of drinks. Lisa had changed into a pair of shorts and a tight T-shirt and she could feel three sets of eyes exploring her body as she pretended to recline behind her dark sunglasses. 

"Why don't you three go in and get changed?" she suggested. She knew that what she was about to do was completely crazy if viewed as a lone act. However, after the events of the past day it somehow seemed the most natural thing to do. In reality she didn't care about them changing, all she wanted was to get them inside together so she could basically throw herself at them and let them fuck her all night long.

The boys seemed as if they didn't really understand why she wanted them to change all of a sudden, but none of them questioned her and all three began moving inside. Lisa stood up with them and acted as if she was going inside to get another drink. When the three boys went into the bedroom they were sharing Lisa ducked briefly into the kitchen. Her heart was racing and her stomach was tied in knots from her excited anticipation. She paused only a few seconds and then followed their path.

None of the boys had yet begun to strip when Lisa entered but all three looked at her in complete shock. She opened the door and stood in the doorway simply looking from boy to boy feeling her own excitement grow and her nipples start to harden under her shirt.

"So boys," she said knowing that she was being a little overdramatic, "I think the time for secrets has come to an end." She slowly strolled over toward Brad, who stood between Tom and Gary, very aware that all eyes were locked on her. She also knew that those eyes gleamed with lust and curiosity.

She stopped directly in front of Brad and reached out to him letting her fingers run slowly over his chest and shoulders. Without another word she leaned toward Brad and met him in a deep, slow kiss. She let her tongue slide into Brad's mouth and he responded in kind. Knowing that she was perhaps committing the ultimate taboo with her own son while his two best friends watched was more exciting than Lisa could ever have imagined. 

She was already so excited that it was hard for her to pull herself away from Brad after such a short kiss. She easily could have completely given herself to him but instead she forced herself to pull away.

She turned toward first Gary and then Tom looking them directly in the eye. Both boys showed the same expression, a combination of intense lust and absolute shock. After making eye contact with both of them Lisa spoke softly. "You see, it seems that Brad heard us last night and knows what we did, so he knew our secret." As she said the word "our" she looked back and forth from Tom to Gary. Lisa continued, "Now you know our little secret." This time she looked back at Brad with a wicked smile.

"Last night fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies," Lisa continued. "However, I have another fantasy." She moved closer to Gary and let her fingers run over his shoulders before moving down his chest to his stomach. "All last night all I could think about was how hot it would be to have you two studs and my son." She looked pointedly at Tom as her hand slipped down and started to caress Gary's cock through his swimsuit. "Are you game?"

Without a moment's hesitation Tom stepped toward Lisa and embraced her in a wild, intense kiss. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. Lisa removed her hands from Gary and returned Tom's embrace. Before she had even finished her kiss with Tom, Lisa learned Gary's reaction. She felt his hands on her ass as Gary began to excitedly grope and fondle her as she continued kissing Tom.

She was only able to cast a quick glance over to Brad who merely stood in stunned silence as he stared at his mom and his two best friends. Lisa could see his cock straining against his shorts.

Quickly she felt four hands beginning to undress her. Tom pulled back from their kiss just enough to pull off her top. After Tom pulled her top up and over her head he immediately moved to her bra. Gary reached around her and began undoing her shorts. By the time Tom had thrown her bra across the room and started to caress her excited tits Gary was pulling her panties down her thighs. 

After Lisa stepped out of her panties she turned to Gary and met him with a long, deep kiss just like she had shared with Tom. As they kissed Gary's hands roamed freely over her naked body and Lisa reached for his shorts. She easily untied the knot in the drawstring and began to push them off. She paused and leaned back clearly waiting for Gary to finish the job and he immediately obliged. She stared at his hard, excited cock before turning to Tom. Upon seeing that he had already pulled off his shorts and was standing naked Lisa smiled wickedly and whispered, "Very nice, boys."

For the next several minutes Lisa stood between the two excited 18 year old boys trading long, hot kisses. She allowed her body to rub teasingly against both of them as she moved back and forth between them drinking in their lust and savoring their wild kisses.

This whole time she felt four hands roaming all over her excited body focusing mostly on her tits and ass but also sliding across her back, stomach, and occasionally reaching down to her pussy. When Lisa felt an additional two hands touching her she let out a long moan. She turned her head and looked directly into the eyes of her son who had also stripped naked and had just moved to her side and joined his friends in caressing her.

Lisa immediately turned to him and they met in a kiss that was more wild and desperate than any of the ones she had shared with his two friends. Lisa and Brad moved together to one of the two small beds in the room and fell together on it. 

Almost immediately they rolled so Lisa was on her back with her legs spread widely apart. Brad moved between her thighs and began rubbing the tip of his rock hard cock up and down her pussy. He was so horny and pent up from not having been able to fuck her in a few days and from having watched her fuck his two best friends the previous night that he didn't want any foreplay. Lisa was so aroused that she just wanted a hard cock right now and didn't care about foreplay either. She knew there would be plenty of time for gentle teasing and explorations later, after their initial lust had been released.

Just before Brad drove his cock inside her Tom knelt on the bed beside Lisa's head and she immediately sucked his hard cock into her mouth. She released his cock when Brad filled her pussy and let out an excited moan. Immediately Brad started fucking her wildly causing her to bounce on the bed under the power of his thrusts.

She reached up to Tom's cock and guided it back into her mouth. She lavished her tongue and lips over him wildly. It didn't take long for Gary to move to her other side and take the same position as Tom. Immediately Lisa reached up and grasped the base of his cock. She then began twisting her head from side to side alternating her sucking and licking between the two hard cocks on either side of her face. Lisa's head was spinning as she now held two hard cocks while alternating between sucking them as she was frantically fucked by her son.

Brad was the first of the foursome to lose his control and he groaned loudly as he pumped his cock into her and filled her waiting pussy with a huge load of his cum. As soon as Brad was done cumming Lisa looked up at Gary and begged, "Fuck me."

Gary immediately took Brad's place between her legs and drove his cock all the way inside her wet pussy. Gary started fucking her just as wildly as Brad had done as Brad moved alongside his mom and lowered his head to her tight nipple. 

Lisa cried out and started cumming after only a few minutes of this. Brad's teasing tongue and lips all over her hard nipple and his hands smoothly fondling her tits while Gary frantically pumped in and out of her with Tom's hard cock shoved in her mouth was too much for her to take.

She kept Tom's cock in her mouth but opened her lips to let out a wild cry. Brad, knowing she was ready to cum, increased the pace of his teasing on her sensitive tits. Lisa felt her pussy explode into a frenzy of spasms and convulsions and just as she started to cum Gary let out an excited gasp and roughly pumped into her a couple more times before his cum joined Brad's inside her pussy. 

As soon as her orgasm reached its peak she resumed her sucking on Tom with a wild, frantic energy. She didn't ask Tom to fuck her and he never moved to leave her teasing mouth. Once Gary pulled out of her Lisa rolled onto her side and focused completely on sucking Tom's cock. She could sense Tom struggling to control himself and began to wickedly tease and play with his excited shaft and balls.

Before long she felt Tom tense and then felt his cum surging through his cock a split second before it exploded into her mouth. She shoved his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could and let his cum fill her mouth and slide down her throat.

After completely sucking Tom dry, Lisa let his cock slip out of her mouth as she lay back and basked in the moment. Then she broke into a torrent of giggles. She was so happy and excited at what was happening that she couldn't help but just laugh. "Oh boys, this is going to be fun," she cooed.

A few moments later Brad resumed teasing her tits. He only had her to himself for a few moments however, as very soon Tom and Gary again crowded onto the small bed. Lisa lay between the three of them as they all knelt or sat around her. The feeling of six hands and three hungry mouths moving over her body and teasing her soon overwhelmed her. 

She completely lost track of whose hands were where and it soon felt somehow like she had only one magical lover who could touch her in six places and kiss and lick her in three rather than having three separate lovers. As the boys explored and teased her she alternately fondled, kissed, licked, and sucked their cocks and ran her hands all over their bodies. She also lost track of whose cock was in her mouth, whose was rubbing over her tits, and whose was in her hand, and the very idea of that made her wild with lust.

Brad was the first to eventually slide between her legs and begin kissing her thighs and stomach all around her excited pussy. Lisa knew right away that he intended to suck her pussy, but he seemed willing to draw out her anticipation by softly kissing and licking all around it before finally tasting her. The fact that he was so eager to lick her pussy after he and Gary had already fucked her drove Lisa wild with lust and she marveled at how willing he was to experiment and try new things.

When Brad's tongue finally found her wet, waiting pussy Lisa moaned excitedly. Very soon Brad was fucking her with his tongue and occasionally stopping to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. At the same time someone, she thought it might be Tom, was kissing and licking at her tits and sucking her nipples into hard points. The third boy, probably Gary, soon pushed his cock against her lips and Lisa immediately opened her mouth and began sucking and licking at his shaft and balls.

They stayed like this until Gary, she was able to glance up as he moved and confirm it was him, moved and his cock slipped away from her mouth. The next thing Lisa knew she felt Gary's mouth very near her pussy as Brad continued to lick her. Lisa realized that she was about to have two hungry mouths on her pussy simultaneously, previously something she'd only dared to dream about, and she moaned in wild anticipation.

It took Brad and Gary a few minutes to find a position where they were comfortable, they could both reach her pussy easily with their mouths, and seemingly where they weren't touching each other too much. Once they settled into this position, however, Lisa's mind became an absolute tangle of desire and lust. Never in her fantasies did the two tongues and mouths feel this intense or exciting. Also, never had she fantasized about this happening while a third boy sucked her rock hard nipples, and the added stimulation of that was almost more than she could bear.

Lisa resisted her orgasm for as long as she could but finally gave herself over to it completely. She screamed out loudly as her whole body rocked with the intensity of her orgasm. She bucked her hips up and down and could feel Brad and Gary continuing to either lick her or shove their tongues up inside her quivering pussy. 

The sensation was incredibly intense and the orgasm lasted longer than any she could previously remember. None of the boys moved even after she finished cumming and Lisa's mind raced at the feeling and at the realization of what had just happened.

Knowing that the realization of that particular fantasy had been so intense and vibrant, Lisa immediately decided to live out her nastiest, most intense fantasy. She hadn't intended on going this far tonight, but the mere possibility that it would exceed her dreams as intensely as having two guys sucking her at the same time was more than she could resist.




Lisa & Brad



As the graduation party grew near Lisa began to excitedly think more and more about the flirting possibilities that it would present. Partly because of this she made the decision to serve alcohol at the party even though she knew that they were all underage. She rationalized it by saying that she knew they had all probably had alcohol before, so at least this way she could monitor them and make sure they didn't do anything stupid or get too drunk.

However, she also knew that the idea of mingling with a room full of slightly drunk, perpetually horny 18 and 19 year olds made her pussy wet. She began to fantasize about taking one or more of Brad's friends upstairs during the party and fucking them silly. One time she even thought about letting Brad and about 8 of his friends gang bang her at the end of the night. By the time she finished using her vibrator after that fantasy she had cum wildly twice.

Things seemed to change again for Lisa only a couple of weeks before Brad's graduation party. She had gone out with some friends on a Saturday night and, for the first time in a long time, she ended up sleeping later than Brad the next morning. As she slept she vaguely thought she heard the phone ringing but dismissed it as a dream.

The next thing she felt was Brad's hand on her bare shoulder and his voice stammering, "M-m-mom, dad's on the phone." Barely opening her eyes she took the phone and talked to her husband as Brad waited next to the bed. He was calling, of course, to say he was delayed and that he wasn't coming home until the day afternoon tomorrow instead of today as originally scheduled.

Lisa finished talking to him and handed the phone back to Brad. She thanked him and he slowly backed out of the room. She lay still for a few more minutes as the cobwebs slowly cleared from her mind. It seemed odd that Brad had waited by the bed to take the phone back, but she guessed he was just being nice. 

It wasn't until she opened her eyes fully and glanced down at her chest that she realized that her tank top had been pulled sideways under her and one of her tits had spilled out through the big armhole. "Why that horny little devil," she thought to herself with a big smile. He wasn't being nice at all. He was blatantly staring at his mom's tit.

Lisa smiled and felt her pussy growing noticeably wetter almost immediately. Before she got out of bed she slipped one hand down to her pussy and began teasing her exposed nipple with her other hand. She thought about Brad lowering his mouth to her nipple while she slept and softly sucking on it until she woke up. Then she imagined him stripping her naked and fucking her wantonly before filling her with a huge load of cum.

She was now sure of the fact that he lusted after her on some level. Why else would he stand and openly stare at her exposed tit when she could have very easily noticed it and busted him? Maybe he wanted to get caught? Maybe he wanted her to know that he wanted to fuck his mommy? That very idea made Lisa's pussy quiver and her knees weak.

It was after that morning that Lisa threw nearly all caution to the wind. She began to walk around the house with very little clothing when it was just the two of them home alone. She began leaving off her robe and walking around before bed in her tank top and tight shorts. Then before she climbed into bed she made sure to leave her door wide open and she stripped naked. The thought that Brad might walk by her room late at night and stop to stare at her naked body made her horny as hell. She also began leaving the bathroom door and bedroom door open when she showered in the master bathroom. 

Her husband came and left again a few days later. It seemed he was spending less and less time at home, but somehow Lisa didn't mind as much now that she was so focused on teasing and flirting with Brad.

One morning about a week before the graduation party she was lying in bed awake, but still enjoying just lying still. She heard Brad's slow footsteps coming down the hall and then heard them stop abruptly outside her door. She pretended to be asleep but could feel her pussy getting instantly wet under the thin sheet. During the night she had pushed the sheet down to her waist so her pussy was covered but as she lay on her back she knew that Brad must be staring at her naked tits.

He stood silently for about a minute as Lisa pretended to be asleep. If he had waited any longer she was afraid she would be forced to move and deal with the burning in her pussy. Fortunately for her she heard his footsteps moving quickly back down the hallway to his room.

After a little while longer she got up, showered, and dressed, but not before she played with her pussy and brought herself off. Brad left shortly after breakfast and she went about finishing some of the chores around the house. She picked up a laundry basket and went into Brad's room to try and fish out the dirty laundry from the various places he usually dropped it.

She went around the room picking up his laundry and was just about to leave when she saw a yellow shirt crumpled up on the bed near his pillow. On her way out she reached down and picked up the shirt only to drop it again when her fingers felt something wet and sticky. She dropped the laundry basket and, without thinking, sniffed her finger to see what she had on it.

The musky scent of cum unmistakably filled her nostrils and she felt her stomach knot and her pussy ache. She unwadded the shirt and could easily see the remains of a heavy load of cum that had very recently been deposited in it. She smiled wickedly and realized that Brad must have run back to his room to jerk off after seeing her tits this morning.

"My horny, horny boy," she said out loud to herself. "Your momma knows just what you need." With that she reached down and scooped up the biggest drop of cum from the shirt. She brought her fingers to her mouth and slowly licked her son's cum off them. She held his seed in her mouth letting its heavy, salty taste fill her mouth before she swallowed it down.

It was soon after that when she decided that it was time for the flirting and games to end. She knew she wanted Brad very badly and it was now obvious that he wanted her too. As soon as she looked at the calendar and saw that his high school graduation party was only a few days away she immediately knew that would be the perfect time. After all, what better present to give than the one thing he wants most but thinks he could never have?

Lisa loved feeling like one of the centers of attention during the party. The keg was definitely a popular attraction as were the two high school girls who had been flirting and teasing many of the boys throughout the night.

However, Lisa quickly noticed that she seemed to have her own "harem" of horny 18 year old boys who always seemed to magically appear next to her or be starting up conversations with her. She excitedly noticed that Tom and Gary were usually part of this group. She playfully teased and flirted with all the boys but would focus on Tom and Gary specifically when they were around.

All through the night she kept one eye on Brad and saw him circulating around the party. As the night wore on, however, she thought she noticed him ending up around her more and more. 

As her own excitement and drunkenness grew she grew bolder with her flirting. At one point she asked Tom to help her get more ice and followed him into the kitchen where they found themselves alone. She thanked him profusely and made sure to touch his arm and back often as they spoke. After he got out the ice she leaned forward over the counter facing him as she began crushing it and putting it in the bowl. She knew the top of her dress had gapped open and that Tom could easily see down her top if he noticed.

One glance at him told her he had absolutely noticed as he openly stared at her tits. Her bra was a push up style and so its cups only held the bottom halves of her tits. From his angle Tom could see her entire tits completely down to her nipples. She lingered in this position for longer than necessary as she grew more and more excited from his stare.

"I think I need another bowl," she said as she moved around the counter next to Tom. "Excuse me," she added in a soft, sweet tone as she touched his arm again. Just as she straightened up with the bowl she felt his hand on her lower back. She stayed next to him pretending to fuss with the ice in the bowls as she felt his hand move downward. She inhaled sharply and Tom let out a soft moan when his hand started fondling her ass. Her pussy was now soaked as she let her son's friend feel her ass.

Lisa slowly turned to him and felt her knees weaken as she saw the look of complete lust and desire in his eyes. His hand stayed on her ass as she spoke. "Did you like what you saw earlier?" she teased as she glanced down at her own tits.

"Yes," he excitedly gasped.

She moved almost imperceptibly closer to him and moved her right hand down toward his crotch. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock when her hand touched the hard bulge his cock was making in his pants. She savored the feel of his excited cock through his pants before she spoke again. "Well," she whispered softly, "if you're a good boy you might get to see much more than that."

She leaned closer to him and fully intended on kissing him but stopped suddenly when someone else entered the kitchen. Lisa pulled away quickly and yanked her hand away from his crotch. He also pulled his hand off her ass but let it linger a little longer than she would have liked. Clearly, getting caught like this didn't bother him as much as her.

The people that had interrupted them seemed to take no immediate notice of Lisa or Tom. After they left she told Tom to go back to the party. He clearly wanted to resume their preempted kiss but she needed a moment to think.

After he left Lisa stood alone trying to understand what she had almost done. It was true that she had intended to tease and flirt with Tom but she never expected to take things as far as they went. She wondered what she might have done if they hadn't been interrupted and felt her pussy ache as she briefly pictured herself sucking his hard cock or fucking him right there in the kitchen.

If she hadn't been slightly drunk and incredibly horny she would probably have known she was wrong, but feeling his rock hard cock, seeing the lust and wanting in his eyes, and feeling his excited hand on her ass had pushed her to a place where she didn't think of right and wrong. She only thought of wants and needs.

She returned to the party and soon saw Tom and Gary talking excitedly in the corner. She imagined them talking about her and what had just happened and, as if on cue, they turned and looked over at her excitedly.

As much as her interrupted encounter with Tom had excited her she resisted the thought of trying to get him alone again. She knew it would be pretty easy to get him alone up in her bedroom and fuck him, but instead she channeled her lust and desire at the one person she had started the day thinking about, her son.

Later, after she refilled her drink again, she slipped out the back door onto the patio for a breath of fresh air. The party was starting to wind down and she had begun planning what might happen next. She was slightly surprised when she heard Gary say, "Uh, hi Mrs. Smith. I just wanted to thank you for the great party."

She hadn't heard him follow her outside and turned to see him standing a little closer to her than normal. His face and eyes betrayed that he had more on his mind than thanking her.

Lisa smiled to herself and thought that he must have been waiting for his chance to get some of what Tom had earlier. The thought of him watching and wanting her turned Lisa on.

"My pleasure," she replied in a sexy tone. "Are you having a good time?"

"Yes," he answered.

"How about Tom? Do you think he is enjoying himself tonight?" she asked. She wanted to see how bold Gary was willing to be. He mumbled an answer clearly not sure what to say as she turned her back partially to him to look out at the night sky.

It was only seconds later when she felt his hand on her lower back as his crotch pressed against her thigh. She could already feel his rock hard cock on her leg as his hand slipped down to her ass.

She didn't move and could feel her own lust growing and good judgment leaving as she turned to look at him. "Pretty bold, don't you think?" she teased.

He seemed surprised but didn't remove his hand or crotch. "Well, um, I, I don't know, after what Tom said..." he stammered.

"Do you and Tom share everything?" she teased.

"Uh, yeah, pretty much," he replied still clearly off guard.

"Mmmm, interesting," she hummed seductively, "I'll have to remember that." She touched his flushed cheek with her fingers as she added, "That might be fun, but not tonight." She gave him a quick, soft kiss on his lips before saying they should go back inside.

"Jesus," she thought to herself a bit later when she had calmed down some. "Did I really tell Gary that fucking him and Tom together would be fun?" She hadn't explicitly said this but there was no doubt that is what she had meant. She couldn't be certain, but she guessed Gary had also interpreted her comments the same way.

At first she was embarrassed at what she had said. She watched Tom and Gary talking excitedly and looking over at her lustfully. It was only a short while later when a devilish little voice in the back of her mind said that maybe it would be fun to have them together. 

She had come very close to doing that once after a party in college. She and two guys had gone up to a bedroom and started fooling around, but for whatever reason she grew cold feet and left both guys standing with their hard cocks pushing out the front of their boxers. To this day she sometimes reflected on that night and wondered what it would have been like if she hadn't left. It remained as one of her raunchiest, nastiest fantasies and never failed to make her wet or make her cum wildly.

The party was clearly winding down now as Brad talked in a small circle with his remaining close friends. Lisa stayed away not wanting to be an unwanted nuisance. From across the room she started to slowly clean up as she discreetly watched Brad. Looking at Tom and Gary and thinking back to what had happened with each really excited her, but she was constantly drawn back to Brad. Her pussy ached in anticipation.

She arranged cab rides for a couple of Brad's friends who were unable to drive. When the cab arrived for Tom and Gary, Lisa walked them to the street and thanked them both for coming. They clearly wanted to say something to her but couldn't find the words. After they got in the cab she leaned down to say goodnight one more time before shutting the door. She smiled wickedly to herself knowing she had just flashed them both a great view of her tits as she returned to the house.

She locked the door behind her and said, "Alone at last." She looked around at the trashed living room and wondered where Brad might be. For a moment she wondered if she really could go through with her plan. Would this make her the worst mom ever?

Before she had any more time to talk herself out of it Brad appeared in the doorway holding two fresh beers. As he walked over to her he said, "Mom, thanks for the party. It was so cool. Everyone said they had a great time. Tom and Gary said it was the best party ever."

Upon seeing him her own lust and desires immediately took control of any doubts she might have had. She took the beer and listened to him speak. At the mention of Tom and Gary she wondered if they had told Brad what had happened. Her mind wandered to a vision of them telling Brad everything. In her mind Brad wished it had been him.

"You OK, mom?" Brad asked. Lisa realized she had been staring off blankly into the distance. 

"Sorry," she said with a sly smile, "so Tom and Gary really said that?"

"Absolutely," he replied, "they were both really excited about the party and were already saying I should throw another one."

"Did they say why they had so much fun?" Lisa asked as she held her breath waiting for his reply.

"No," he answered, "but Tom kept talking about a really hot girl who let him fondle her ass." He stopped and looked at her with an expression that let her know he was afraid he'd said too much. He hadn't been drinking too much, but he had a nice buzz going and had clearly let that affect him some.

"Oh really?" Lisa asked feeling a new flash of excitement. "Did he say who she was?"

"No," Brad replied. "I kept trying to get him to tell me but all he would say is that I'd never believe him. It was probably Lynn," he said thinking of this really hot girl from school who'd been at the party. 

By now they had sat down, Brad on the couch and Lisa in one of the chairs near the couch. "Lynn, eh?" Lisa asked. "Do I sense by your voice that Lynn is good looking? Have you dated her?"

Brad laughed and said that there wasn't much chance of that. Lisa decided to push this topic and hope the alcohol would keep him talking. "Do you want to, you know, 'be' with her?" she asked. She stressed the word "be" and it was clear to Brad right away what she meant.

"Mom!" he said in surprise.

"Come on," she softly replied, "surely you've been with a girl before. You can tell me, our secret."

For a while Brad didn't speak and stared at the floor. Finally, in a voice Lisa could barely hear, he whispered, "Yeah, sort of, once."

This only partially surprised her. He had dated some but never seemed to get really serious. Besides, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who fooled around with loose girls.

The room was silent for a moment as they each took a drink of beer. Her natural mothering curiosity perked up and she was tempted to ask him more questions about who he had been with. However, Lisa knew there wouldn't be a better time and decided it was now or never if she was going to go through with this. "Brad", she started, "I think it is time for your graduation present." She stood up and looked down at him with warm eyes.

"The party was enough," Brad answered.

"No, I really want to give you this," she said. She very deliberately walked over directly in front of him letting the heels of her shoes sway her hips erotically. She took a breath for courage and leaned down at the waist putting one hand on each of his knees. "Besides," she softly added, "I know this is what you want most in the whole world."

He stared at her in stunned silence for a moment until Lisa recognized the instant he realized he could see down her top. Lisa knew that her dress would gap widely on her chest with her leaning like this and that he would easily be able to see her tits.

In spite of himself Brad glanced down at his mom's tits and Lisa smiled slightly. He fought to pull his gaze away from her tits and made eye contact with her to find her looking back at him knowingly but still doing nothing to obscure his view.

"What?" he finally asked wondering what she had gotten for him.

"First I have a confession," she said as she slowly knelt to the floor before him. She kept her hands on his knees and even pushed them slightly higher once she was on the floor.

If he were naked she would easily be able to lean forward and take his hard cock into her mouth. As the thought flashed out of her mind she knew she couldn't wait to try it.

She spoke her words softly. "That morning you stopped outside my bedroom and watched me sleep. When I wasn't wearing a top. Well, I was awake and knew you were there."

"What?!?" Brad gasped in horror. "Shit, mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...I just did it...I don't know..."

She interrupted him by putting her hand on his chest. She could feel his heart beating rapidly. "Shhh," she comforted, "it's OK. I know it is natural for you to be curious." She paused and let him calm down before she continued. "Besides, I didn't mind. In fact, I have another confession. After you left that day I went into your room and I found the shirt." She paused looking for the right words. "The shirt you 'cleaned up' with." His expression let her know he understood which shirt she meant.




Lisa & Brad



She slowly let her hand move down his chest and over his stomach. He sat completely still staring at her with wild eyes full of confusion and excitement.

"Your cum tasted good," she whispered in a soft, sultry voice.

Brad let out a long gasp and then groaned, "Oh God!" when he felt her hand come in contact with his growing cock through his pants. She fondled his rapidly growing cock silently for a few moments before she asked, "Do you want this?"

"Yes," Brad exclaimed. In truth his mind was reeling with a flood of conflicting thoughts and emotions. What was she doing? Was this some wicked punishment for his watching her and would she soon stop and scold him? "Shit, this is my mom!" his mind screamed.

It was true he had jerked off to her image after he saw her bare tits that morning. Actually, ever since the night Tom and Gary slept over and she accidentally flashed him her tits he had been fantasizing about her. Reluctantly at first, as his forbidden excitement was always followed by a wave of guilt and shame. Eventually he convinced himself that fantasies were OK and continued to indulge his incestuous thoughts. He never seriously thought about making them a reality.

Now, despite his conflicting thoughts there was one thing he knew. A woman was fondling his hard cock. In his lust the fact that she was his mom was secondary to the pleasure he felt.

He felt her reach for his belt and she quickly and smoothly opened it and then his pants. She grasped the waistband of his pants and pulled on them as Brad lifted his ass off the couch. His boxers came off at the same time and the next thing Brad knew he was sitting naked from the waist down with his mom kneeling in front of him. His hard cock stood straight from his lap like a steel rod as he stared in shock at the scene and waited for her next move.

She first reached below his shaft and softly caressed his balls drawing a gasp and an excited sigh from Brad. When she finally touched his cock and wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft Brad gasped, "Oh fuck!"

She started stroking his length, slowly at first but soon increasing the pace. She loved feeling his rock hard shaft in her hand but she had many more plans for him later that she couldn't wait to get to. As she guessed, it only took a couple of minutes of her stroking before he groaned loudly and started cumming.

His first jet of cum arched through the air before landing on her dress right over her right tit. She marveled at the volume of his cum as it continued to spray all over his legs, the couch, and finally onto her hand.

Brad's eyes grew as wide as saucers as he watched her bring her cum coated fingers to her mouth. She sucked the cum off each finger and then let him see his cum on her tongue before she swallowed it. "Hmmm," she hummed happily to further tease and excite him.

She stood up and looked down at his confused yet excited expression. Holding out her hand she said, "Stand up." Brad stood and Lisa immediately removed his top leaving him standing naked before her.

Brad was still standing as if in shock when Lisa led him down the hall to her room. Once at the side of the bed she stood in front of him and brought her lips to his. They kissed not as mother and son but as lovers. 

At first Brad didn't respond very much to the kiss as Lisa explored his mouth with her tongue and fondled his bare ass. Suddenly, as if hit by a frenzy of lust, Brad let out a low moan and began to wildly kiss her back. He reached behind her and started to frantically fondle her ass which only further excited her.

It was at that point that Brad decided that he didn't care what was happening, why it was happening, who it was happening with, or what the consequences would be. A clearly horny woman was wantonly kissing him and had him naked. All he wanted was to fuck her and have her fuck him and he would sort out the meaning later.

He clumsily started to remove her clothes in his frenzied excitement. She stopped him and instructed, "Sit down." As Brad sat on the edge of the bed Lisa moved close to him and stopped when his knees were between hers as she stood directly in front of him.

She smiled widely at him and watched his reaction when she reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She rolled her shoulders and easily slipped the dress off. She stood still and let his eyes roll over her nearly naked body. Her tiny bra and thong left little to the imagination and Brad's gaze soon settled on her tits. She slowly reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She pulled it away freeing her heavy tits and letting them sag some under their own weight. 

Brad groaned at the sight of them and gasped when she removed the thong and exposed her pussy to him. She let her son stare wildly at her as she marveled at how exciting this was for her.

When Brad tried to reach out for her tits she stopped his hands halfway and held them in her own. They stayed like this briefly just staring excitedly at each other with Brad trying to figure out what she was doing and Lisa loving the excitement in his face and the feeling of control.

She pushed him back until he was lying flat and crawled onto the bed finally stopping when she was straddling his stomach. She still held his hands in hers and he let out a groan when he felt her pussy against his stomach. He could feel its heat and wetness immediately as she leaned forward pinning his hands to the bed on either side of his head.

She lowered her excited tits toward his face and stopped when they were hanging just inches over him. She shook them softly to further tease him but also to prolong her own exquisite excitement. Finally she bent down the last few inches and began to drag her tits and hard nipples back and forth over his face and mouth.

At first Brad parted his lips slightly but then he remained still just relishing the sensation. She continued sweeping her tits back and forth until she couldn't take any more. She put one of her tight nipples between his parted lips and said, "Kiss me." 

Brad immediately began kissing and exploring with his lips eagerly as if he had been waiting for her signal. She moaned excitedly when he began using his tongue to hungrily lick her. Now as she swept her tits back and forth he continued wildly kissing and sucking her tits driving her mad with lust.

Eventually she sat up over him and immediately began crawling slowly upward over his body. She stopped only when she was kneeling over his face. She lowered her soaking wet pussy onto his mouth as Brad immediately began exploring her with his lips and tongue. His touch was clumsy and erratic but Lisa was so excited that it didn't matter. Aside from what she was feeling the mere knowledge that it was her son under her was driving her wild.

When she started to cum she pushed down on his mouth and cried out loudly. Her pussy spasmed wildly as she orgasmed harder than she could ever remember.

With her sitting so firmly on his face as she came Brad felt like he might suffocate in her sweet pussy. He never stopped licking at her and was so wildly excited by feeling her tremble as she came he didn't care if he did suffocate.

Lisa didn't linger when she finished cumming and crawled off Brad momentarily. She gazed down at his rock hard cock and moaned, "Oh Brad, you are amazing." 

Brad swelled with pride at her comment and stared intently as she straddled him again, this time over his waist. He gasped when his hard cock brushed the wetness seeping from her pussy. His gasp turned into a wild groan when she shifted her position and smoothly drove his length up her pussy with one long movement. She stopped and sat still with him fully in her smiling down at him. 

His eyes were closed tightly and his face was a mask of lust and joy. Leaning down over him she again pinned his hands under hers just before she pushed her lips against his and started a frantic kiss. The kiss lingered for a while until she felt him trying to buck his hips up and down under her.

"Hmmm," she hummed to herself, "little Brad wants to fuck." She parted the kiss and began to slowly ride his hard cock.

Brad burst out into a torrent of gasps and moans as Lisa easily and confidently fucked him. She rode him slowly to prolong the fuck even though he had just cum a short while earlier. She knew that his control and stamina wouldn't be great.

The fuck lasted for many glorious minutes and Lisa had fully intended to continue but she felt Brad building to his orgasm. When she knew he wouldn't last any longer she altered her pace and began fucking him a little faster and deeper.

Brad immediately groaned and pushed his hips up as he arched his back under her from the power of his orgasm. She gasped at the intensity of the jets of his cum and at the sheer volume of it. "What would his first load of cum have felt like?" she wondered.

Lisa had been keeping a close control on her own excitement but having Brad cum so wildly and completely under her and feeling the intensity of his cum filling her was more than she expected. When his orgasm was ending she cried out as her second orgasm started suddenly.

She threw her head back and was lost in the waves of her pleasure as she came. Brad stared up at her excitedly and couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have her pussy dancing all around his cock. When she finished cumming she collapsed onto the bed next to him regaining her breath and composure. 

She had planned to only take a short break and return to their fucking, but she almost immediately heard Brad snoring softly. The alcohol and the exertions of the fucking had clearly exhausted him. She briefly considered waking him for another fuck but decided to wait. As she lay there she marveled at how aroused she still was even after cumming twice already. "This is going to be a great summer," she thought just before she too drifted off to sleep.

"Wake up Brad," he heard through the fog of his sleepy mind. "We overslept and have to hurry so we're not late," Lisa said.

As his eyes cracked open he immediately recognized he wasn't in his bed or his room. He rubbed more sleep out of his eyes and suddenly the flood of memories of the past night hit him and he remembered where he was and how he got there.

"Morning," Lisa said softly as she stood next to the bed looking down at him. Much to his disappointment she had already showered and gotten dressed. "You'd better hurry," she said, "I'll go get your clothes out for you." Brad looked at the clock and remembered that they had lunch reservations with the extended family to celebrate before his graduation ceremony.

He quickly shaved and showered still with his mind reeling about the previous night. After he got dressed he found his mom sitting in the living room waiting for him. "If all goes right dad should meet us at the restaurant," she said.

"Great," Brad thought somewhat sarcastically. At that time all he wanted was to be with her and not his dad. They arrived at the restaurant and started greeting his relatives. 

It was about halfway through the meal when Lisa's cell phone rang and she left the table to answer it. Brad could see her in the foyer of the restaurant and it was clear she wasn't happy. Finally she returned and said, "It's your dad," as she handed the phone to Brad. He went out to the foyer and listened as his dad explained that he'd been delayed and wouldn't make it.

Part of Brad was excited as now he would be alone again with his mom, but part of him was disappointed yet again. It seemed that more and more frequently his dad had been absent. Brad had never been particularly close to his dad growing up, but before his dad always made efforts to be there for Brad at big moments. He seemed to have stopped even that almost a year ago. When they were done talking Brad realized he wasn't too surprised at the news.

Back at the table Lisa could see her son's disappointment. She looked over and tried to console him. At one point she said that she was sure his dad had done all he could, but deep down she wondered if that was true.

After lunch Lisa and Brad walked to their car and drove to the graduation ceremony. Brad put on the gown in the parking lot and they walked toward the entrance. Just before they got there Lisa had a wicked idea and pulled Brad aside and away from the other people arriving. 

"Brad, I know you're disappointed that dad isn't here," Lisa said.

"It's OK," he said in a small lie.

"Well," she said with a hint of a smile, "I have something that will make you feel better." She paused to make sure she had his attention and continued in a soft whisper. "I'm not wearing any panties."

Brad's eyes widened and he instinctively glanced down to her waist as if somehow knowing she was naked under her dress would make it look any different. "And," she added as she leaned in very close to his ear, "after we go in I'm going to take off my bra in the bathroom before I sit down."

Almost as he thought the same words Lisa said, "I'll be naked under my dress as I watch you. I had planned to surprise dad, but I guess his loss is your gain."

She stepped back and looked at his shocked face with an amused smile as one of the teachers saw them and yelled, "Hey, Brad! Come here. You need to be over here." Before Brad had time to think a classmate took his arm and whisked him away.

Brad was in a stupor for the rest of the ceremony. The whole thing seemed like a blur as he only paid a little attention to what was going on. The rest of the time his mind was busy thinking about what his mom had said and trying to unravel his own feelings. He was glad for the gown as he had virtually no control over his hard cock. It strained against his pants and he couldn't believe how turned on he was. At the same time he was conflicted with guilt. How could he feel like this about his mom? He ultimately reasoned that since it was her initiating everything there couldn't be any blame in his going alone. 

Besides, fucking her the previous night felt better than he could ever have dreamed. His one previous fuck had been a short, hurried, clumsy encounter in his car with his girlfriend at the time. They had fucked but it didn't seem to be very satisfying for either of them and they never had a chance to try again before she started dating another guy. By the time the ceremony ended he knew that he absolutely wanted that feeling again, mom or no. 

Lisa's own experience during the ceremony was conflicted. When Brad walked across the stage to get his diploma she felt the odd combination of motherly pride and deep lust. Knowing the lust was wrong only made it stronger and, as Brad took his seat again, she had to struggle to think of other things to keep her nipples from growing any harder and being any more obvious through her dress.

After she removed her bra in the bathroom and stuffed it in her purse she initially felt like everyone was staring at her. She could feel her tits swaying freely under the dress and the very idea of what she was doing made her tingle with excitement. Her tits were large enough that there was very little she could do to hide their movements under her dress. She knew that anyone who was paying attention would easily know she wasn't wearing a bra.

She did catch a couple of men looking at her tits but somehow that only served to turn her on more. She smiled wickedly when she thought that none of them would ever guess for whom she had dressed like this. She thought about how they would assume she had done it for her husband when she had actually done it for the one person she never should have. Slowly, she grew less and less self conscious as she mingled with some of Brad's teachers, the parents of some of his friends, and their relatives. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs already by the time the ceremony started.

Afterwards they mingled and talked with their friends, classmates, and relatives. Lisa was very aware that Tom and Gary had been watching her and particularly staring at her tits. She gave each of them long congratulatory hugs and pressed her tits into them. She could practically feel their desire and it turned her on wildly.

When they finally left the ceremony it was well into the evening. Lisa pulled into a restaurant's parking lot and could immediately sense Brad's disappointment. "We've got to eat, son," she teased as she parked the car.

Brad's lust grew to almost uncontrollable levels during dinner. It seemed everything she did made him horny. He watched the way she held her utensils, the way she took her bites, the way she smiled, and the way her tits swayed and moved free of her bra. It all drove him wild and kept his cock rock hard under the table.

Lisa's lust was peaked also, but she was enjoying teasing him and prolonging their anticipation. She was very aware of him watching her and it wasn't long before her nipples started pressing against her dress. When Brad noticed them he became so distracted that he could barely continue their conversation.

Before they left Lisa went to the bathroom and stayed there for several minutes until she had calmed down. She didn't want to risk being seen leaving with her son with her nipples hard and his cock pushing out the front of his pants. Fortunately, they both relaxed enough to make a quick exit when she returned.

She drove home quickly and pulled into the garage as the door shut automatically behind them. She immediately opened her seatbelt and reached down to Brad's crotch drawing a long, excited moan as she caressed his cock through his pants. She quickly leaned over the wide seat as she deftly unsnapped his pants. Reaching one hand inside the zipper she pulled his cock through the opening in his boxers and out into her gaze. She wrapped her lips around it and began wildly sucking his cock.

Brad let out a series of gasps and groans as he sat completely in awe and surprise. He was already so excited that it only took a couple of minutes for her to suck his cum out. It happened so suddenly he couldn't say anything before the first jets of cum filled her mouth.

Lisa hungrily took all of his cum and swallowed it after letting herself savor the taste of her son. As soon as she swallowed it all she moved her lips all the way down on his cock until they were pressed into his pubic hair. She had wanted to have all of him in her mouth and throat, but he had been so excited and came so quickly she wasn't able to until now. She was immediately struck by how hard his cock still was. By now her husband's cock would already be soft and shrinking. 

Brad stared wildly and gasped as he watched her deep throat him. She lifted her head and released him before sitting up and whispering, "Let's go inside." Brad climbed out and followed her inside with his wet cock still hanging out of his pants.

She led him to her bedroom where they started a deep, long kiss standing next to the bed. He groped her ass and fondled the softness of her tits through her dress. She played with his hair and ran her fingers over his neck and chest before finally reaching down and feeling his cock. They had been kissing like this for a few minutes but Lisa was still surprised by how hard his cock already was. Her pussy ached as she realized how quickly he had recovered since cumming in her mouth.

She hungrily began to strip him with his help until he was completely naked with his hard cock pointing at her. She stepped back from him and began to slowly remove her dress. As she teasingly stripped for him it was hard for her to control her own lust.

She finally stepped out of the dress and stood naked before her son. She was so excited she could barely think. She stepped forward and kissed him roughly as she held his hard cock. He had just started feeling her tits when she pulled away from him and gasped, "Fuck me."