12 comments/ 79278 views/ 14 favorites Memories of Mum By: bigd52 This story is based on correspondence with a friend I met from England after I published "Mom to the Second Power". He reveled his experiences to me and this story is written and published at his request, with his permission. * My name is Richard and I have a secret, or had a secret. My wife knew but with a warm fire, several drinks and really close friends I told my story. This is what happened. It was early November and my wife Paula and I and our best friends Andrew and Catherina had planned a weekend away to celebrate Guy Fawkes bonfire night. This is a big day here in England and the hotel we stayed at had a big bonfire with drinks and hot snacks. As the night progressed the drinks flowed, the bonfire died, and the chill moved in. The four of us went inside and found a couple of sofas in a corner of the lounge near a small warm fireplace, shed our overcoats and sat with Andy and I on one sofa facing the girls on their sofa over a low coffee table to talk and enjoy each other's company. As we sat and talked and laughed it started getting warm and Cat took off her blazer. Well, I almost dropped my drink when I saw what she was wearing under her jacket. She was wearing very sheer black blouse. If that wasn't sexy enough she was also braless so her large pert breast were visible and because it had been cold or she was excited about teasing us guys her nipples were very hard. Paula almost choked on her drink when she saw Cat and my reaction then just started giggling. She excused herself to go to the ladies room and Andy and I went to get us all more drinks. When we got back Paula had returned and the conversation continued. I tried to keep from staring at Cat as we talked but the girls kept giggling and when I looked at my wife I realized she had taken off her bra and unbuttoned a couple of more buttons on her blouse. She kept her glass on the low table between us so she had to keep bending over to pick it up giving both of us a peek down her blouse at her firm mature breasts. As we talked Andy made a comment about how wonderful Cat's breasts were and how happy he was to be with her considering he was 16 years her junior. Cat said she was glad to get Andy away from his family and that his aunt had a strange hold over him. We all looked at Andy. He explained, "I came from a large family with a low income. To help out, mum and dad arranged for me to stay and be looked after by my aunt who lived next door. One day my dad popped in to my Aunt's house and found me sitting on my aunt's knee with my hand down the front of her shirt. Dad went ballistic and dragged me home. It caused quite a row between dad and my aunt. I guess that is where I got my love of older mature women." Paula said," You and your aunt, how interesting, I guess you never know what strange relationships will develop in families. " "You and someone in your family", Andy and Cat said together as they looked in amazement at her. "No, not me" she answered in an exasperated voice, "Him" and she cocked her head at me. "This sounds interesting," Andy said, "Who? An aunt, a cousin, come on Rick, tell us all the horny details" I looked sheepishly at my drink and then at my wife who had a Cheshire cat grin on her face. "Come on Richard," Cat said in a pleading tone, "Don't be a Dick. Tell us." "OK, "I replied, "It was my mum." The two of them just looked at me then at each other. I noticed a little grin cross their face like they were sharing a secret. Andy looked at me with anticipation. "When did it start? How did it start? When did it end? Tell us all the details," he said excitedly. "OK, OK", I answered. " I guess you could say it started the winter after my 18 birthday and it was all so innocent at first. We lived in a rather old Victorian house in a town in the North of England. You know my dad was 11 years older than mum. He was 43 and mum 32 when they married. I was born 5 years later when they were 48 and 37 respectively. I was an only child because they thought it too late to continue bringing up babies at their ages. As I said, it started the winter after I turned 18. We experienced particularly harsh freezing weather and the upper bedrooms in the house were particularly cold. My dad had to leave very early each morning to get to work. So it was his practice to start the fire in their bedroom before he left so mum would have a warm room when she got up. On this occasion my room was so cold that there where touches of ice on the INSIDE of the windows. So I came into mum's room to get warm clad in my pajamas. Mum felt sorry for me and said get under the covers with me until you are warm. She had her back to me and as we have always had good communication with each other, we chatted away about things. I was still cold so she let me snuggle up behind her, sort of "spooning". I was on my side facing her back and I let my arm go over her and around her upper waist. Now Mum was quite short, about 5ft 5ins. but well built in the breast region. My dad used to call her his "pocket Venus". Well mum had only a long cotton nightdress on, quite thin and nothing else on up top. Because of the way we were laying my hand sort of rested against the lower half of her breast almost cupping it. She made no effort to move or adjust herself so we just kept up our conversation. I didn't dare make any further movement of my hand in case I got rebuffed. After a few minutes she moved closer to me and as she did my hand held more of the breast. As my hand rested on her breast I could feel her nipple getting hard. That was not all that was getting hard either. As we were "spooning" her bum was against me and my dick was fully erect and up against her bum. I was so embarrassed and a bit scared so I did not move because I thought, if I lay still maybe she wouldn't notice I was hard. After a few minutes she rolled over on her back and put her arm around me pulling me close. We cuddled like this for a few minutes when mum unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her nightgown and pulled the top down to revile her breast. It was heavy with a nice mature sag and blue veins, large brown areola around a big hard nipple. She kissed me on the forehead then pulled my head down and offered me her nipple. I may be young and inexperienced in sex but I'm no fool. I took the offered treat between my lips and suckled like a baby. As my lips touched her nipple she sighed and stroked my hair. This went on for maybe another 15 minutes before she said she needed to get up and I should get ready for my 6th form student classes. So I got up and got on with the start of my day. The next morning, after dad left I went back to her room and she invited me to cuddle with her again. This time she laid with her back to me and I got under the covers she wiggled back close to me spooning again. I put my hand around her and cupped and squeezed her breast. She didn't say anything but took my hand off her breast and held it against her body with just my arm gently touching the bottom of her breast. I was confused. She obviously enjoyed me suckling her breast that first morning but now it was just cuddling and holding her close but no overt touching. The cuddling continued off-and -on in the mornings for a couple of weeks. I would occasionally try to brush mum's breast or rub the underside with a finger but mum, knowing my desire, always held my hand and pulled my arm tighter around her. I, like every young person that age with our egocentrism, thought the world revolved around me so I was sure that what I had done that first morning had mum upset with me. One morning as we were cuddling, mum holding my hand as my arm draped over her side, I asked mum if she was upset with me for that first morning. She squeezed my hand, lifted it to her lips and kissed my fingers then pulled my arm tighter around her and snuggled back tighter against me and said, "No I'm not upset with you at all." She laid very still and very quiet for a few minutes, holding my arm tight around her like she would slip away into some dark place if I loosened my grip. I thought I heard a little sniffle and I felt a little shiver go through her body then she stilled. She let go of my hand and turned to face me but I kept my arm around her. Her eyes were moist and a tear ran down her cheek. She looked at me a moment then sighed and told me her inner feelings. I had never seen mum so vulnerable and emotional before and this scared me. She told me that she had felt much neglected by dad. This winter had been a sort of watershed moment for her. She admitted that their age difference had meant he really was getting tired after work due to the demands of his job. She was upset that he now rarely desired intimacy. "That morning", she said, " when you cuddled close to me and put my arm around me I felt the loneness deep in my soul lighten a little because my little boy was there and still loved her. I felt very lonely and sad that morning so I offered you my breast because when you were little the closeness of breast feeding was a very soothing, relaxing, and comforting time for me. That morning, with you so close to me I needed to feel that comfort again. When you accepted my offer and started sucking my nipple the old calm loving feelings came back to me and I felt once again loved and needed. However, as I relaxed and let my mind drift in the pleasure of my babe suckling, another memory crept into my mind, a more recent one. That memory was of just a few minutes ago when I snuggled close to you and you had just lightly cupping her breast and I felt you erection against my bum and realized it was not my baby at my breast but my young man. As the reality of the situation came to me I decided we should so I said we should get ready for the day. I've thought about that morning in the past few weeks and felt that what happened that time was desperation more than anything else." I felt sorry for her and wanted to help her but I didn't knowing what to do so we continued to cuddle for both our comfort but just cuddled and held each other. Then in early spring I made up my mind and things changed forever. Mum never got dressed first thing in the morning but puttered about in the kitchen with a terry cloth robe thrown loosely over her cotton front button nightgown. It was a joy to watch those beautiful globes moving loosely as she went about her cleaning or other tasks in the kitchen area. Well one day I picked up my courage and I came up behind her while she was washing some dishes and gave her a hug. Now this was nothing unusual as we had always given each other hugs for years, and continued to do so even till her last illness. This time I came up and put my arms around her. Her robe was not fastened so my hands and arms slipped underneath it but over her nightgown. I clasped my hands together and because I was taller than her my arms lifted and supported her breasts. She didn't say anything but let me hold her like this while she washed the same dish over and over again! Well this became an occasional practice in the morning when I was around but I never tried to progress further. I didn't push it because we both seemed to enjoy the contact and I didn't want to spoil the situation. I often wondered if she would let me go further though. Things started to change the summer before I left for college. During the spring I started to notice mum had started to go around the house allot of the time bra-less and as it was a warm early summer her dresses tended to have just that extra button undone, nothing too obvious but just enough cleavage to add a little titillation. I became aware that my dad had noticed too and I am sure he knew it was wholly for his benefit and he would slyly give her a quick feel if he thought I wouldn't notice. Mum and I had plenty of hugs and when no one could see I would often let my hand brushing on the side of her breasts. She still didn't say anything but did give me a broad smile each time it happened Early that summer my dad's company was awarded a big construction contract on the Isle of Anglesey on the North Wales coast and since he was a team leader engineer he had to be on site every weekday. Since the distance was too great to commute daily he arranged to travel with some coworkers and stay the week and come home on weekends. We only had one car and dad left it for mum. Mum rarely drove up to this point as he would normally use it for work and now she had it available. This meant during that summer we had great times just the two of us going on trips and shopping in the city etc. More like boy friend and girl friend. Now during that summer I had arranged a party at our home for some of my friends and their girl friends. My mum was a good organizer and got together snacks etc. As the friends were about 17-19 years old we had bottles of beer and some sherry. Mum hung around since she knew most of their parents and enjoyed their company. They enjoyed her lively company as well but I think what they enjoyed most was mom's breasts. I had not noticed at first, with all the festivities, but mom was braless with a little moderate amount of cleavage showing. You couldn't really see more than the cleavage but you could see them sway as she moved around and I noticed her nipples pushing against her blouse a few times. One friend in particular had, for a long time, made it known to me how he fancied my mum and privately told me at the party that he couldn't get over her breasts. He said he loved my mum! After the party when my friends had gone we cleaned up the room and kitchen where the party had been and mum said she was going up to put on her nightclothes. I suggested she come down and join me for a drink just to relax and wind down before retiring. This she did and she had a glass of Sherry (her 2nd or 3rd of the night) and I stuck to a bottle of beer. Mum hadn't put on her robe just one of her button down cotton nightdresses and we sat on the couch close to each other relaxing. We discussed the success of the evening and I told her what my friend (Frank) had said about her. She chuckled, "he doesn't love me...he loves my breasts," she said as she took her breast in her hands and bounced them up and down. I thought this was an opportunity to see how far I could go so I replied, "Well you do have a fantastic bust and I think most men would die for a good view of them." She pulled he neckline out and looked down at herself and sighed, "That's nothing new. Guys always want see them." At that point I reached up and held the opening further and looked down at her breasts and said, "I can see why, they look wonderful." "I know, you've been after a look at them too," she said with a chuckle not trying to hide them. I slip my hand down under her gown and palm one of her breasts and then stroked both of them. "That's nice" she said. I couldn't believe my luck. With the other hand a leaned over and unbuttoned her night gown. She never stopped me. She then said something quite startling, "My breasts have always been very sensitive to touch and ever since I was teenager I loved them to be touched or stroked." So I gave her what she loved. We just sat there close together, my hands stroking her breast, gently pinching her hard nipples. After a few minutes she adjusted her position and opened her gown to fully expose her breast to my view. I just stared at their beauty and lifted them and ran my thumb over her nipples. She moaned and closed her eyes. She took my hand off and guided my head down and held one of her breasts towards my mouth inviting me to suckle. Once again I took the hard nipple in my mouth and sucked like I was trying to get milk. Mum inhaled deeply and moaned. I was in heaven. Now this was a real dream come true. I sucked first one and then the other for a good while taking the nipples and surrounding areolas deep into my mouth. Then something happened which I had no idea could happen. She was breathing rapidly and her body was moving around. She gave a gasp and almost choked me by pulled my head into her breast as her whole body shook the stiffened. I soon learned that I had given my mum an orgasm. Later on she explained she could "come off" as she called it, just by having her breasts sucked. I thought that I had a sort of breast fetish...but I guess she had one as well!! "Breast intimacy", as we called it became a regular action over the next couple of days. I never in a million years thought things would go this far. Mothers don't do this no matter how much a son might fancy his mother. As I know happens from researching commentaries and literature on mother son relationships, many teen-age boys have this fascination with the female body and that the mother is the first woman in their lives. However, this was different. I wasn't a teenager just curious about what my mom look like naked. I had sucked her breast and she had "got off" and it made her feel good so I wanted to keep pleasing her and making her feel good. I was thinking that "my ship had come home" but I was a little scared of where it was going. My mother seemed now to be making situations which made our "breast intimacy" more likely to happen. When we had our "breast intimacy" she never touched me sexually and I accepted that what I did to her breasts was my allowance. However, one morning things changed again. My dad was still away at work and it was high summer. I was passing my mum's bedroom to go downstairs when she called me in to her room. She said, "Come in and give me a cuddle". She was half sitting up with pillows behind her and I got in beside and snuggled up. My attention went immediately to her unbuttoned nightgown and her breasts. As I stroked and suckled her breast she settled lower and ran her hand over my sorts along my now erect dick. As her hand came back to the head she slide into my shorts and pulled my dick out and held it lovingly. She started to slowly stroke it. So with a nipple in my mouth and mum's hand around my dick softly stroking me I was in heaven. However, it was too much for me then and I ejaculated into her hand in about ten seconds. I was very embarrassed from coming so quick and for shooting in mum's hand. All I could say was,"I'm sorry mum." She pulled my head back to her nipple and said, "That's OK, I'll make it up to you." I can exactly remember the situation when I finally got to touch below her breast. Up until now, except for that one occasion, our intimacy was my sucking and playing with mum's breast. That was all about to change Mum had gone and had a bath but dropped the bath towel into the water. She called out to me to bring her another. I did but instead of handing her the towel through the partially opened door as I expected she let in the bathroom with her standing there naked. She asked me to towel her dry. I couldn't let this opportunity pass by so I started drying her off. I stared with the towel but decided to lick her breasts dry. I was enjoying this and so was she so I slowly starter licking her down her stomach and since she just watched me and didn't stop me I kept licking lower until eventually reached her hair at the "V" of her legs. She didn't shave down there since it wasn't a popular thing in those days and I was very glad. I licked the water off her hair and as the tip of my tongue slid to the tip of her mound mum leaned back against the wash basin and spread her legs. I continued over her mound and my tongue passed over her clit. She shuddered and moaned as I licked around her little bud and took it into my mouth and sucked like it was her nipple. I licked from the front of her slit to the rear and she was unbelievably wet. She moaned and I reached up and inserted a finger inside her as I went back to sucking her clit. Soon she was panting and rocking against my face. She let out a gasp, pulled my head tight against her womanhood, her legs tightened and he juices flowed over my hand into my mouth as her orgasm took her. Memories of My Best Friend This is not just a story from my past, but Yvette's too, so it is retold with permission. -Sacred Beauty ***** At one point I thought I was in love with Yvette. Then I realized that it was a mixture of love for a friend with a bit of sexual attraction thrown in. I met her in ninth grade sewing class. That was my elective only because my parents enrolled me late and all the good classes were taken. I was more open and outgoing back then so we became fast friends. She is much shorter then me probably 5"3' and her whole wardrobe was black. I guess you could call her Goth before it was popular to be so. Well maybe not Goth because she wasn't into the weird make up and jewelry or tattoos just the clothes and she looked damn good. Beautiful bright smile and smoldering brown eyes and dark caramel skin. We were typical teenage girls, blessed with narrow waists and those impossibly flat teenage tummies. Everything the boys thought about my body, I thought about hers. Sexy curves, nice tits nice ass...she was just beautiful. The two of us had a lot of things in common. We liked the same books and music, even had the same hobbies. The best part was that she and I were both discovering our bodies and the boys at the same time so a lot of our conversations centered on sex. We also flirted a bit with each other, just innocent stuff. Both of us were fucking but she was more promiscuous then I was. Freshman year we had sewing together, sophomore year we had study hall, junior year no classes and senior year we had dance together which counted as our PE requirement. The big change came senior year. I had seen her in her bra and panties and even naked a million times before. We had done sleepovers and worked out at a local gym so it was natural that we would saw each other. She always wore black bra and panties. Black lace, cotton, skimpy, or regular grandma style briefs. The style didn't matter as long as they were black like all of her outer clothes. So one day we are undressing before dance class and she had on a black bra but these cotton bikini panties, pastel green with yellow flowers. I could not take my eyes off of her shapely ass. And the way it clung in front, you know how you can sometimes see the pussy lips really well when the fabric is pulled tight. Seeing her like that was more exciting then seeing her naked, it was a rude awakening. Suddenly she was this sexual being when before she had just been my best friend Yvette. I get over my crush but every once in a while when she wore those green panties I smiled extra bright. So anyways, the school year goes by and after graduation when she starts junior college she gets her own apartment. It is way over on the East side of town so I didn't visit that often. The first time I went over there I was so jealous. Her place was just a ugly little studio but it was all hers. It was one large room painted eggshell white with a kitchenette along one wall, and a full bathroom. One cool thing was that she had a loft at the back of the space. We joked and called it a crawl space because you couldn't stand up fully up there. You had to pull a string and here was a ladder that dropped down out of the ceiling. I climbed the ladder to look around and it was hot as hell up there. Nothing particularly interesting either, she just kept a bunch of boxes to one side. I come down and joked, "Maybe some day you'll let me hide up there and watch you have sex." That comment wasn't unusual because we always engaged in sexual banter and innuendo. ***** Our second semester in college crawled to an end. Yvette was taking time off but I enrolled in summer courses so we hardly saw each other. Finally three weeks into the summer we made plans to hang out. I went over there Saturday around six in the evening expecting for us to eat then catch a late movie. At least those were my intentions. Her on again, off again boyfriend called just as we are heading out the door. The house is so small that it is hard not to eavesdrop on their conversation. It became painfully clear that our plans were about to change because he is horny and wants to come over and fuck. I tired too look busy, organizing things on her book shelf. Then I was struck with a brilliant idea. I passed her a note while she was on the phone and it said: "Invite him over. I will just go up in the loft and watch." Yvette brushed the hair from my shoulder and allowed her hand to linger, soft as silk, as she listened to the voice over the receiver. A moment later she gave me this wicked smile then did something that shocked the hell out of me. She invited her boyfriend over!! When she got off the phone we laughed and screamed. Just two school girls with a naughty little secret. She turned as red as a person her color could turn. "Hurry up he doesn't live that far away...he will be here any minute." "Oh my God we are about to do this!!" How did I get to be so lucky? I climbed the ladder and lay there on my tummy silently watching her ready the place through the wooden slats. She let her futon couch down into a bed then turns off the ceiling lights and turns on the lamps on her end table that doubles as a nightstand. Yvette quickly striped naked then changed into her fuzzy blue robe, the one I gave her last Christmas. I positioned myself above the head of the bed so I could see the whole thing perfectly. A fever rolled through me as I realized what was about to happen. It was beyond my wildest dreams, a fantasy come true. Her boyfriend finally came over and they talked for about ten minutes about the weird noise her car had been making, and then start kissing. He was a lot cuter then I remembered, which was a good thing since I was about to see him naked. Any woman, including myself would have been attracted to his velvety smooth skin and broad shoulders. The whole time I was thinking 'I wish she was kissing me, not him' in my head. Yvette helped him undress, pealing off his button down shirt and blue jeans. Before long, hands started roaming...basic foreplay, but I was so jealous. That's when the scenario became like torture. In that moment I wanted to have sex with Yvette like I have never wanted another woman before or since. It was raw lust, pure and simple. Yvette wrapped her fingers around his thickness and began to stroke his cock as they continued to kiss passionately. She rotated her body around until she was straddling him then moved her hips slightly letting his cock head settle between her legs. I watched expectantly as inch by inch he disappeared inside of her. Hearing their sounds, that slapping noise from the wetness, and their moans I started moving my hips and grinding myself against my jacket which I was on top of. It took everything in me not to start masturbating with my hand. Finally I was overwhelmed by a since of kink and let the flat of my hand drift downward between my thighs. It was sooo warm up there, probably ten degrees hotter, and because of that I was breathing their sex. Inhaling it deep, allowing it to roll over my tongue, then expelling it with anticipation of the next breath. It was a cycle of ecstasy and my Yvette was the cause. Over and over I breathed deeply savoring her along with him. My pussy was throbbing like my heartbeat. I swear I could feel it in my throat and hear it thumping in my ear. I rolled over onto my side, spread my legs, and ever so slightly nudged the crotch of my panties away. With one hand rubbing my clit, I slid two fingers deep into my pussy and began to work them in and out. Down below on the futon, they were getting more into it. He started to nibble at the corner of her mouth then licked the length of her neck and than he moved to her shoulders. I watched intently as his mouth mapped her upper body, leaving wet trails everywhere it had been. She was naked on top of him and my eyes stayed locked on her body. They continued down to her slim waist, and followed the curve of her hips to her luscious ass. She placed her hands on his chest and began to move herself rhythmically. My friend's tits were hanging down in her boyfriend's face and with each downward plunge, he nipped at them. I was laying only about fifteen feet above them praying they couldn't hear my movements and labored breathing which appeared loud to me. My fingers worked methodically, exploring and stroking my swollen folds. Gentle circles around my clit followed. I muffled my moans as they began to talk dirty to one other. "Baby, don't stop. Ohhh, ohhh," Yvette panted, "That's it. Right there, you're hitting my spot right there..." He loved it, "Oh yeah...fuck me...fuck me harder." "Mmmm yeah..." And then there was me entangled in my imaginary threesome, "Make um jiggle Yvette, make those titties jiggle..." She was the solitary focus of my desire. Yvette bounced on him with abandon, controlling the depth and angle of their fucking. She was biting down on her lip and her eyes were narrowing as her orgasm neared. Her upper body was crawling with sweat and she was just shining like a jewel in the lamp light. It was unreal. I was still frantically fingering myself up there in the loft. My hips moved in pace with her boyfriends, meeting his thrusts. I could actually imagine the veins and ridges on his cock running along my sensitive clit. My body was flushed and warm as I penetrated my pussy as hard as I could, stabbing deep with my two fingers. As they continued to fuck, her breasts were swaying and moving so soft just glistening for me. I was sopping wet, literally dripping pussy juices down on my skirt hem and jacket. Every once in a while Yvette threw her head back and looked up at me directly into my eyes. God it was just so intense. I zoned out concentrating on climaxing but a few minutes later I glanced back down at the two of them. Yvette's face is full of an anticipation that told me she is about to cum. Deep moans filled the small space we all shared. Yvette looked possessed as she achieved her orgasm thrashing on top of him. As her passion erupted, she called his name, over and over until she was gasping in sweet agony. He was cumming too, gripping her at the hips still pumping up into her as he filled her with waves of fluid. She leaned in to kiss him then sat back up and looked at me as she continued to spasm. Our eyes were locked for a few delicious moments until the sensations seemed to overwhelm her. I watched her flop down onto his chest while her breathing calmed. He whispered something that I couldn't make out because of the distance, then pressed his lips into the dent below her collarbone transferring her sweat to his cheek. I squeezed my thighs together and closed my eyes as they caressed and cuddled. Too bad I wasn't with my boyfriend at that moment because I was ready for round two. When I heard movement, I looked over and saw Yvette heading into the bathroom. After her boyfriend got dressed and left, I carefully climbed down and paced the room glancing at their bed. The air was thick with sex, mine and theirs. I could clearly distinguish her pussy smell from mine. Hers was earthy with a hint of sweetness. And I bet it tasted good from the way her man had devoured it. I was still horny, in heat, flushed...just speechless. My panties were soaked through and it was uncomfortable to move. She came out to dry off and we talked and laughed about how naughty we were and how exciting it was etc. Her question caught me off guard, "Must have been cold up there?" "Yeah, well..." My voice trailed off when I noticed that my dark nipples were clearly visible through my white T-shirt. "Did you masturbate up there?" Yvette paused, waiting for my answer. Her eyes briefly traveled down to my twisted skirt, which I hastily straightened. I was a bit embarrassed, "What? I...no...Of course not." Did she know? Could they hear me? Better yet could she smell me, just as I had smelled her? My mind wrapped around that notion and took a snapshot for my fantasies. She shrugged as she walked away mumbling, "I was just wondering, because I would have." Yvette gathered up the clothes she had been wearing earlier that evening, a black skirt and lavender top. I studied her closely as she got dressed, not entirely sure what I was looking for. The one thing I was certain of was that after years of being bi-curious, I was ready to just be plain old bi. I admitted, "I am so fucking wet. You need to take me home so I can change my panties." She pointed at her dresser. "Just wear a pair of mine." Her tone was so light and airy. Innocent. Once again my heart was thumping in my throat. I took a deep breath on the walk over there. I opened the drawer and dug for a minute then spotted them. The ones I had fantasized about her in. The pastel green cotton bikini panties. In her bathroom, I washed up then slipped them on. I was so aroused that before long they were soaked through too, slick with my sticky juices. Soon we were off to the movies like we had originally planned, both satisfied... sated by simultaneous orgasms. ***** I don't remember a one bit of the movie we saw that night or even recall the name. And the only real conversation that comes to mind was the one in the car after she passed the freeway exit to my house. "Did you have a good time tonight?" She asked, nonchalantly. "Yeah." Her second question hid within it, another. "Why don't you spend the night?" Just what was she offering here? Damn. I tried to play it cool as I shifted in my seat, allowing the unexpected moistness to spread. "Alright, but I don't have any pajamas." Yvette glanced over with a slight smile, "Neither do I." Memories of my daughter, Polly MEMORIES OF MY DAUGHTER POLLY I was wakened in the early hours by an eddy of cool air under the duvet. My brain struggled for a few seconds, before I realised that is was caused by my little girl, getting in beside me. Little girl? Well, she is nearly twenty, but still my little girl. 'Mummy - I had a bad dream,' you said in a quiet voice. 'Polly darling,' I whispered back. 'Come to mummy then. I'll look after you.' And I wrapped my arms round your warm body, smelling it's freshness, drawing you close to me. Mmm! You are so very cuddly. You responded by hiding your face in the throat of my neck. I could feel your breath on my skin. Your left arm was over my breasts. I know you are fascinated by my tits. You always were, even as a baby. You loved to suckle and gaze on them for ages. I know they're rather large and squashy, with big areolae and large nipples, like small plums, but you like them that way. So does your father - when he's at home. When I was feeding you, they were bursting with milk, like balloons! You were a greedy baby! I know you want to suckle them at this moment, but seem a bit reluctant. Why darling? Perhaps you're a bit embarrassed, because your own breasts are smaller, with paler colored nipples. Never mind darling - they're lovely. I push my face into your beautiful silver-blonde hair, rubbing my nose gently on the scalp, smelling you - my little girl. You smell divine! You're a gorgeous young lady. How did I come to have such a beauty? 'Go on Polly, darling,' I whisper in your ear. 'Suckle them gently. It'll help to calm your mind. Settle you down again. Just imagine you're a baby at her mummy's breast.' Which is what I know you want to do, and I open the top of my pyjamas, lifting the right one to offer to your mouth. I hear your intake of breath as your lips envelop the swollen teat. You moan very softly. I can hardly feel your lips move as they murmur 'Mummy! Mmmm!' Your lips suck lightly and avidly. I drop my head back, delighting in the heavenly feel of my nipples being sucked. I adore it. It makes me feel all woman. Wanted. Needed. I may be turned forty, but I feel the need for sexual stimulation as never before. I love to masturbate darling. To caress my own body. Rouse it to heights of lust. These thoughts come to my half-asleep brain as I cuddle my little girl to my breast. Without really thinking, my hand reaches for your bottom, the pads of my fingers gliding over the silky softness. You have a perfect bum, Polly. I know you like it being stroked. I feel your muscles ripple in response, and your sucking getting a bit more intense on my nipples. Then your left thigh is hoisted over my loins to open up the cleft dividing the cheeks of your bum. My fingers quickly move to explore the valley between, moist and quite hot. I can't resist running the tips of my middle fingers round the rim of the little rose you have there. It's a strange, erotic feeling, dabbling your fingers in your daughter's bum. I wonder if you'll move it away? But you moan softly, pushing lightly against my hand. Gosh! You want me to reach through to put my hand on your pussy, I think. But I want to take my time with you. Enjoy every little feel of you. Softly, softly. You may change your mind if I rush. Then I freeze. Fucking hell, Polly! Your hand is rubbing over my belly, seeking the navel to dabble in it, before slipping into the covering of hair on my groin. Wow! It's no use - I can't help it - my loins flutter beneath your fingers, and you must know by that, that mummy's getting rather horny. Then I realize, that's what you want! You want to work me up! You want to control my lust! I can almost feel you smiling happily against my breast, cuddling closer, pressing your fingers against the groin. This time, the involuntary moan is from my lips, gasping softly. My little girl's fingers examining her mummy's groin, a tentative finger slipping into the crease at one side of the inner thigh, slowly feeling the silky softness of the outer labia with curiosity. Gosh little Polly! You have sensitive fingers. You know how to tease. You're deliberately teasing me, you naughty little girl. I should put a stop to this straight away. I'm your Mummy! But, fucking hell... I know what you want - you want Mummy to make love to you. Polly! You do, really, don't you? Mmm! Me too you little beautiful devil! I jerk as your fingers brush against my fat clit. Oh, please! I want my little girl to make love to me! I'm feeling distinctly randy by this time. I want you to slip those long fingers between my labia, to feel the juices flowing - just for you. But hang on. Don't rush things. Oh shit!! Those dabbling fingers. They're sending me crazy! 'Play with Mummy's pussy, Polly,' I mutter hoarsely. 'Go on! Play, play, play.' I decide that I must get you so horny that you'll scream for release! So that you'll play with me more. My fingers slide away from your bum and stroke the top of your inner thigh, the thumb touching against the vulva as I push my hand down, then back up the other thigh. Your legs open even wider, urging me to reach into the secret little pocket of wet flesh, wanting contact with my fingers. The thought of exploring my daughters private center is mind boggling. It's nothing like handling other women's pussies. It special. It's different. It's exciting. Fucking hell, Polly! Then I touch it. The center of your body. Your very private bundle of flesh. You jerk and groan involuntarily. I am quite unprepared for the feel of your secretions on my fingers. Fucking hell! My little girl has love juices, just like Mummy! That's wicked! Unbelievable! I never thought my daughter would discharge so freely! Oops! Your loins lurch at the feel of my fingers on your fleshy labia, just touching the end of your clit for a brief moment before I open my middle fingers to push them on either side of the valley. Slowly rubbing them up and down the slippery slopes, stimulating you clitoral shaft, your belly is now in turmoil. I can feel it shaking. You want me to bring you! Your own fingers have now eagerly sought out my weeping pussy. It's dribbling freely! The pads of your middle fingers are rubbing over my sensitive clit. Oh, fucking hell! That's so good Polly. Keep going! Ooh, yes, yes! We are both moaning out loud, openly. Our bodies are squirming against each other. My lips find your mouth. We kiss avidly, writhing and churning. I want my daughter. And she wants her Mummy! Fucking incest! But what the hell... It's so sublime! Why have we waited so long for this? It's no use little Polly - I just have to get my mouth onto your pussy. I need to see it - even in the semi-dark. To taste it. To lick the cunt of my little girl. Mind-blowing! I twist my body quickly, pulling your open loins over my head as I throw my thighs wide apart. I can sense you studying my fleshy vulva. I can feel your warm breath on the fat, sloppy labia, dangling from the clitoral hood, and the protruding clit. You are examining the vagina which delivered you into the world twenty years ago! As you gaze on mine, I can see your neat, tight vulva. Labia smaller than Mummy's. Why is yours so much neater and more beautiful than mine? It's not fair! Your smooth, plump outer lips don't quite hide the inner ones. Your clitoris is peeking out if it's hood. So innocent looking! Waiting for some stimulation. Then, as if by a signal, both of us suddenly start chewing and nibbling frantically at each other's hungry cunts. With stiffened tongues, we probe the private entrance to our womanly secret joy, dribbling with our personal secretions. Where did you learn to do all this, Polly, I wonder? 'Oh, come on Mummy. Suck you little girl's pussy,' you stammer almost incoherently. 'Lick my cunt til it cums for you. Squirting my secretions all over your lips.' 'I hope you don't mind lots of pussy juice, Polly. I ooze copiously.' 'Delicious,' you mutter with your mouth full of my labia. 'I never knew Mummy had such lot of cream in her. That's where I get my excess from.' My daughter's words! But we are now just two women desperate for sexual pleasure, to excite each other to orgasms. To admire and explore each other. We are pushing our faces hard at each other, tongues lashing from side to side. My loins are churning, grinding against your soft mouth and teeth. The tension in my legs and deep in my belly is tightening quickly. I can feel your muscles flexing hard as well, pushing more juice from your vagina onto my tongue. We are both on the verge of erupting. I am fast ascending that wonderful slope of ecstatic delight, reaching the clouds at the summit - my whole being disappearing into the seventh heaven of utter bliss. Fucking hell Polly! I groan in desperation. "Suck me Polly. Suck mama's pussy Polly, make your mummy cum. Faster! Faster!' Suddenly you cry out 'Come on Mummy! Let me hear you cum!' You push three fingers deep into my vagina and fuck it furiously, whilst your teeth nibble hard on my clit. Your sweet juices are smeared over my entire face. Fucking hell Polly! I'm devouring my daughter's pussy juices - and loving it! I'm going wild. My head is beginning to spin. 'Oh, yes, my baby girl. My little girl.' My mind has only one thought - your pussy and my orgasm. It's agony - the boiling urges in the pit of my belly. I want to cum. I need to cum! Badly! Grinding my pussy against your mouth. But overwhelmed as I am with feelings of my own rising climax, I am aware of your beautiful bottom, lurching and twisting as you, too, desperately reach deep into your loins for that ecstatic explosion. You are panting and crying out, 'Yes, yes, yes!' I know you too are going to cum! Your cunt is dripping with your excitement. My mind explodes into a million splinters of rapture, as I hear you cry out in exultation, 'Oh. God - yes!!! I'm cumming! I'm cummimg! Cumming! Cumming!' Both our bodies are thrashing about wildly, heads rolling, eyes screwed up as the sheer intensity of the orgasms overwhelms both of us, hurling us into that wonderful, timeless sensation of unutterable happiness which is ours, and ours alone. After a few moments of pure exaltation, my mind and body digesting the marvelous enormity of our shared secret joy, I roll from you, twisting my body back to your side. Without a word, I throw my arms round you, holding you close. Feeling your body warmth. Your eyes are closed in an expression of sheer bliss as I kiss your lips. Our womanly secretions still on our lips, we mingle their delicious sweetness, softly kissing. To seal our love, we share our pussy juices. Polly, Polly.... you are a lovely daughter and superb lover. No man can ever take me to such wonderful heights as another woman's tongue. We fall asleep in each other's arms. Memories of My First Exposure My first submission told of the unexpected awakening of my exhibitionist desires. In the months since, I have become a little bolder, finding that I get a special rush of excitement from giving guys a glimpse of my breasts while making the exposure seem innocent or inadvertent. During this time, I have remembered a much earlier experience that I had not thought about in many years. It was when I was 18, a high school senior living in the upstairs bedroom of my parents' home on Redlawn Avenue. The houses were close together on our street, separated only by narrow driveways. The couple next door had one child and did not use the upstairs room facing mine. So I thought little about leaving the drapes open most of the time. One winter night, I had just returned to my room from a shower, clad in a towel and standing before a mirror combing my long, wet hair. From the corner of my eye, a light in the neighbors' house caught my attention. I turned to see the man next door was moving about the upstairs room -- close enough, it seemed, to hear me if I spoke in a normal voice. I had never seen him in the upstairs room before and my first thought was to close the drapes before he noticed me. But just as I took a step toward the window, he looked in my direction. Instinctively, I stepped back and turned my head to avoid eye contact with him. Standing away from the window, I thought I was safely out of sight. My heart was racing and I felt flushed and embarrassed. Glancing back to my large dressing mirror, I realized he could still see in the reflection. And it was clear he was looking. For reasons I could not explain then or now, my feelings of alarm and humiliation quickly gave way to excitement and arousal. Was this older man trying to watch me undress? Did he know I could see him in the reflection too? I averted my eyes as my breathing quickened with these thoughts swirling in my head. No man (or boy for that matter) had ever seen me nude, though I was often complimented on my nice figure. Drawing a deep breath, I chanced another glance in the mirror to confirm that he was still watching. What should I do? Close the drapes? No, then he would certainly know I had seen him. Turn off my light? Probably a good idea, but for some inexplicable reason I resisted it. By now I was dizzy with arousal. Almost involuntarily my trembling hands slowly unwrapped the towel and let it drop to the floor. I dared not look at the mirror, though I was certain he could see all of me in the full-length mirror. This was a dilemma. I couldn't let him know I was aware of being watched, so I began brushing my hair, occasionally casting a quick glance in his direction to be sure he was still interested. Feeling bolder, I brushed my fingertips over my perky nipples, then moved them slowly down my tummy until they began caressing my swollen clit. Throwing my head back and closing my eyes, I pleasured myself more and more as my legs parted to give the neighbor a better look. I was panting with excitement as a climax washed over me and lasted for what seemed an eternity. My voyeur continued to watch as I sat, legs askew, trying to catch my breath. Eventually I summoned up the courage to walk boldly in front of the window -- still completely nude -- to reach the light switch and darken the room. I never allowed myself to look toward the window, as it seemed important to maintain the illusion that I was unaware. The light next door went off almost at once, and I soon saw him through the downstairs kitchen window with his wife and baby daughter. Falling back on my bed I pleasured myself again as my head spun with thoughts of what a dirty little vamp I had been by distracting this nice married man. That was the only time this happened. I was always very embarrassed to see my neighbor after that, and I did all I could to avoid him. I was actually frightened of him. I kept my bedroom drapes closed thereafter. Did he know I knew? Would he tell anyone? I never knew, and somehow the memory of that night was put out of my mind. . . until I recently rediscovered the thrill of exhibitionism. I guess the tendency has always been inside me. Memories of My Return to Belfast Occasionally, a story has to be written. This one is mostly true. The incidents really happened much as portrayed. For my loyal readers, this story has been in my head for a number of years waiting for its time. Its time is now. Hopefully you will understand it and the bitter memories I have carried most of my life. * "Have you heard from Sean? He was arrested in '79." Jenny shook her head. That was all she could do. So many dead or arrested. Arrested was the same as dead back in those days. That meant Long Kesh Prison or, if you were lucky, transferred to London's Newgate. But that seldom happened. Long Kesh was for "terrorists," as the British thought of them, while Newgate housed common criminals. The Irish thought of the inmates at Long Kesh as political prisoners or maybe even freedom fighters. It all depended on your point of view. Staring toward the windows that fronted The Fountain Inn at the corner of Castle Lane and Fountain Street, Jenny thought back to those days. Belfast was much different then. Many of the corner pubs were burned out shells from the bombs. Occasionally, one could hear a car bomb explode or gunfire and wonder who had died, hoping it was a Brit and not a brother. British soldiers, heavily armed, stalked the streets continuously both in groups on foot and in armored vehicles. It was a frightening time. On the 23rd of May in the year 1976 Jenny had been shot in the abdomen by a British soldier while sitting with Sean in the Castle Pub. Tensions were high. Fear was ruler of Ulster in those days. After surgery and a three week hospital stay, the Jackson family decided to leave Belfast. Jenny looked up at Linny, knowing both her parents had been killed in a car bomb in '76. That same day, the government put her in an orphanage and changed her life so much. Jenny supposed she had been more fortunate. Her father had been arrested and hanged in Long Kesh as a terrorist. Unjustly so in her mind. But enough of this. Jenny's mind shifted back to Sean. They had been young then. They were in love and talked about a future together. But that was only another heartbreak in a long series it seemed. Thinking back she could hear her grandfather and mother coaxing her. "Hurry up. We have to go." "Go where? This is our home." "Not any more. The provos and the soldiers..." "To hell with them. We haven't done anything." "Neither had your father but look what happened. They don't care about your guilt or innocence. Just that you're Irish." "I'm not going. I have friends her," Jenny said defiantly. "Friends like Sean. He's with the Ulsters. They'll hang him." Reluctantly, she went. First a long train ride to Dublin, then a car at night to Wexfprd where money changed hands and we boarded a fishing boat for England. Ultimately we got to Liverpoole and boarded a ship bound for New York. Grandpa had some money in his pockets, but we had little else. The Jackson family stayed in a boarding house in the Harlem slums for a few days. Every day, grandpa went to the Western Union office to send telegrams to our relatives in Washington State asking for money. Eventually an uncle sent us train fare. Those were the horrible days of Jenny's life. Those were the days of adjustment and loss. The days passed slowly and the memory of them would burn into her mind forever. Jenny was certain her mother had been right. Sean had been hanged along with so many others inside the walls of Long Kesh. What happened during those turbulent times was a crime against, not just the Irish,, but humanity itself. Eventually she did adjust and push those memories to the back of her mind and lock them away in a dark, private place. In time even her brogue began to fade - but not entirely. Idiom would still sneak in. Things like "me" instead of "my" as in, "I saw me mother at the store." Even now that sounded right to her ears, even though she knew it was not correct English. A lorry passed on Castle Lane and turned north onto Fountain Street bring Jenny back to the present. "Jenn? Are you all right?" "Yes. Yes. I was just thinking." "About Sean?" "About those days. How it was, you know." Linny reached out and touched Jenny's hand. "It was a long time ago, baby." "I know." Jenny was silent for a moment. "Have you asked the McDermotts about Sean? They seem to know everything," knowing in her heart that Sean was lying in some unmarked grave east of the city along with the other terrorists killed back then. "They haven't heard either," Linny said with a frown. "I asked them about a lot of people we knew. They showed me a list on the internet. I started to go through it but I couldn't. So many we knew are dead." "Patty Murphy? Charlie?" "Both. Patty in a pub bombing. Charlie murdered in an alley behind Lukey's pub." "Others?" "Yes. But I couldn't read much more. I started to cry." Jenny reached out and picked up her glass from the table and took a long draught. The whiskey burned her throat but it was a welcome feeling. The burning quenched the tears that were beginning to well in her own eyes. Jenny looked up into Linny's eyes. "And now Mattie." Linniy shook her head. "Yes. Now her too." "I remember her dancing. It was almost as if her feet flew. She was so light on her feet. And that smile. And her laugh. I can still hear her laughing. What was that? A month ago? Two? It seems like only yesterday." "Two months," Linny said sadly. "When she went home she said she didn't feel well." "I know. But...? That's not right. She was so..." "Full of life," Linny finished the thought. "Is it time? I want to get this over with soon. I'll be stinking drunk otherwise." Linny smiled. "I'm not so sure Mattie wouldn't have appreciated that, Jenn." Jenny sat upright, steeling herself. "Alright then. One more for the road." She waved her nearly empty glass at the barkeep. "Alright, Jenn. Then we have to go." Presently, another glass of heavy irish whiskey was delivered to the table. Jenny picked it up, raised it high in the air. "To Mattie McDermott. Best friend a girl ever had." Then Jenny tossed the whiskey down in a single gulp and stood. Together the two women left the pub and began the walk down Fountain Street to the church. Just a block down the street they caught up with Mattie's daughter Sarah who was walking slowly ahead of them. "Ah, Sarah, me darl'n," Linny said putting her arm around Sarah's shoulders. "Tis a sad day, indeed." Sarah turned her head toward Linny. "She loved you well, Linda. And you too Jenny." Jenny reached out and took Sarah's hand to squeeze. "And we loved her too, me girl." At the corner, the three stopped to look at the church. "What will ye do now, Sarah?" "I don't know," she said sadly. Then straightening her back, "Maybe I'll travel and see the world." Jenny squeezing her hand said, "Come back to the States with us, love. We would love to have you." Sarah smiled. "Maybe I will for a while. There is nothing to keep me here." Linny leaned in and kissed Sarah's cheek. The three women crossed the street and climbed the thirteen steps to the door of the church, opened the door and disappeared into the gloomy darkness inside to say farewell to a life long friend. Memories Of My Visit To Mumbai I am a senior executive in a multinational company and had to go to Mumbai on an official work for about a week. I was staying in a five star hotel near Juhu and after finishing my first day's work I had nothing to do so I decided to kill time by going to the Juhu beach. I was all alone watching and enjoying the sea waves. After about half an hour I saw a woman in her late twenties standing near me and she asked me: " Are you alone?" I said that yes I am all alone. Then she said: " Do you need company?" I said if it were a company of a beautiful woman like you I would love to have it. She then said:" I am talking about my company." Then she suggested that we should go to some secluded place so that we could talk with each other freely. I was a bit apprehensive so I said: " Before we go, let us be clear on one point. How much will I have to pay for having your company?" My question seemed to annoy her. She said: "Do I look like a hooker or a prostitute?" I realized my mistake and apologized. I said I had read many stories about what people experienced in Juhu beach so I had asked this question. I am again sorry. She said: " I had come to Mumbai on the invitation of my girl-friend to spend a week with her but when I reached her residence I was told by her neighbors that she had to go to Pune for two days on some very urgent work and she will come after two days. So I checked in a small hotel near Juhu and to kill time I had come here. I then thought that if I can get the company of a lonely young and smart man both of us can have a pleasant evening. I am myself a working woman in a multinational company at Delhi so I have not asked for your company for money." I then suggested that instead of going to a secluded place we could go to my five star hotel where I am staying. She readily agreed and we went to a restaurant in my hotel and I ordered some beverages and snacks for both of us and chatted on various topics and found that we shared similar views. So I suggested to her to check out from her hotel and stay with me as I have a double-bed room and she could easily stay with me till her friend returns without any charge and all her expenses on meals and food will be borne by my Company. She then said that she is agreeable to my suggestion provided I do not ask for sex. I said that I would not ask for sex from her if she does not want it. She then went away to her hotel to check out and come back with her baggage to my hotel. After about an hour she came back. By that time it was about 8.00 p.m. and so we came to my room. I ordered the room service to bring whisky and snacks for me and I asked her what she would have? Orange juice or pineapple juice? She said that she would also have whisky. She said that when she used to feel lonely she generally took whisky and now she has started liking it. So I ordered whisky and snacks for both of us. She told me about her family and also asked me about mine and told me that her name was Rita. After taking our dinner we changed our clothes for the night sleep. Rita went to bathroom to change her dress and when she came out I was surprised to see that she had put on a nightie which was almost transparent and as she was not wearing any bra or panty under it so her boobs and nipples were clearly visible as were her pubic hairs which seemed to be in plenty. Seeing her boobs and nipples and her pubic hairs my cock became erect immediately but I said nothing and got laid on one side of the bed while Rita laid on the other side of the bed. After putting off the light I closed my eyes but I went on thinking about the boobs and nipples of Rita. I thought that Rita had fallen asleep but it appeared that I was mistaken. After about an hour of lying down Rita pulled me towards her and asked: " kya tum sachmuch mujhe nahin chodoge?"(will you really not fuck me)? Then she moved her hand towards my cock and held it in her hand from over my pyjama and finding it hard and erect said: " lund to tumhara khada hai phir kyon nahin chodate."(your cock is very hard then why you do not fuck me). I said: tumhin ne to kaha tha ki no sex to main tumhein kaise chodataa (you had said no sex then how can I fuck you). Hearing this Rita said I was only joking. Actually I love sex. I then asked her:" what type of sex do you like most and where you have learnt this vulgar language." Rita said: you will be surprised to know that what I like most is anal sex or gaand maraanaa as it is called in Hindi and as far as the language is concerned all my male friends with whom I have sex use only this language and insist that I also use this language. They say Hindi words are more erotic than the English words. Bur and choot are more erotic than cunt and pussy; lund and laudaa are more erotic than cock and prick; bur ya choot chodnaa ya chudwaanaa aur gaand maarnaa ya maraanaa are more erotic than cunt or ass fucking. Now I also agree with them and always use this language at the time of sex .” I then said if you are really want me to fuck you then you remove your clothes first and then remove my clothes. Rita then took off her nightie and then removed my clothes. After we became naked I found that the Rita`s boobs were very full and firm and her nipples were also quite large. I said to her tumhari choochiyan to bahut sundar hain jaisa main samajhta tha usse bhi zyada sundar (your boobs are much prettier than what I had thought). Hearing this she smiled and said tumhara lund bhi to kaafi achchha hai lamba bhi hai aur mota bhi chudwaane mein maza aajaayega (your cock is also very good; it is long and also thick, getting fucked by it will be a pleasure). Then both of us began probing each others mouth with our tongues. Then I held her boobs in both of my hands and began sucking her nipples one after the other and she caught hold of my cock. Then I shifted my mouth to her cunt and licked her cunt, even probed her cunt with my tongue and also sucked her clitoris. This excited her very much and she started saying aah aah raja bada maza aarahaa hai aur zor se chooso (I am getting great pleasure suck even harder). Then she said ab chodo mujhe (now fuck me). My cock was already hard so I inserted my cock in her pussy, which was already wet with her juices. I began fucking her with long strokes. She said raja jaldi jaldi dhakke lagaao (fuck me faster). In a short while she said ab main jhar rahi hoon (I am coming) and after some time became quiet. I also came in her cunt. Then both of us cleaned ourselves and went to sleep. In the morning she again caught my cock which became hard by her touch and said:" ab phir mujhe chodo". I then again fucked her and she came after a short time and said:" tum chodate bahut achchha ho (you fuck very well)". Then in the morning after breakfast I went on my official work and told her to go for sight seeing if she so likes and I will meet her around 6 o'clock in the evening. When I came in the evening she was fully dressed and waiting for me and I must say she was looking very charming. I congratulated for looking so beautiful today. She smiled at my compliment but said nothing. After having evening tea and some snacks I took a taxi and took her to Chaupatti, Hanging Garden and Kamla Nehru Park. There we found that everywhere where there was some what dark couples were embracing or kissing each other. I asked her should we do the same? Rita said these are those persons who have no place to do all this but we have the hotel room to indulge and do anything we like. I agreed with the reasoning of Rita and so after seeing all this returned to our hotel. Once in the hotel room I ordered the room service to bring Scotch whisky with soda and snacks. Then both of us had Scotch whisky and snacks. The scotch was having its effect on both of us and our conversation turned to sex. Both of us told each other how we had our first experience of sex and our liking in sexual matters. There after we took dinner changed our clothes and retired to bed. I asked Rita aaj kya karvaaogi (what you will like me to do?). She said main ne pahle hi kaha tha ki mujhe sabse achchha gaand maraanaa lagta hai. Aaj tum meri gaand maaro (I had already told you that what I like most is ass-fucking. Today you fuck my ass). I said main ne aaj tak kisi ki bhi gaand nahin maari. (I have not fucked anybody in the ass so far). Rita said jaise bur chodne mein apna laudaa bur mein ghuserte ho usi tarah gaand maarne mein apnaa laudaa gaand mein ghusero. Magar gaand mein lund ghuserne se pahle meri gaand mein aur apne laude par achchhi tarah cream lagaalo (As while fucking cunt you insert your cock in the cunt so in ass-fucking you insert your cock in the ass. But before inserting your cock apply cream in my ass and your cock). Then she gave me a tube of KY Jelly for lubricating her ass and my cock. I then applied the KY Jelly liberally in her ass and on my cock and placed the tip of my cock against her ass and pressed slowly inside. After some time my entire cock was buried in her ass and I began the fucking movement. I found that Rita was enjoying her ass fucking much more than when I had fucked her cunt. I must say her back passage was quite tight and the pleasure I got was also exquisite. Rita also came several times. I told Rita gaand maarne mein mujhe bhi bahut mazaa aayaa (I also got great pleasure in fucking your ass). After our sex both of us washed ourselves and went to sleep. In the morning Rita again caught hold of my dick and said ab chodo mujhe (now fuck me). I was quite ready to fuck her and entered my cock in her pussy and began to fuck her. After about fifteen minutes of fucking she reached orgasm. I also shot my load in her pussy. After breakfast I left for my official work and came back about 5.30 p.m. I found Rita fully dressed. I asked her where shall we be going this evening. Rita said that her friend has returned from Pune and will be coming to pick her. I was a bit disappointed but there was nothing I could do. I then ordered for tea and snacks for both of us. After taking tea and snacks Rita said : " My friend would be coming in a short time. Let me give you a parting sex." Then she opened my fly took out my cock and started jerking me off. In a short while I came. We went to bathroom to clean ourselves. After a few minutes Rita`s friend came and picked up her luggage and took Rita with her. There after I lived for four more days in Mumbai but Rita neither phoned me nor came to meet me. But I could not forget Rita and the days we spent together. Its memory is still fresh in my mind.