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My 18th Birthday

By: Mackie2006



1

This was Wednesday and it was my 18th birthday! We had celebrated it for my friends with a birthday party last weekend, but today was the big day when I would be officially eighteen.

Mom and I were living in Winnipeg. My dad had died nearly five years earlier when the plane he was flying ran into freezing rain and crashed. He was alone at the time, having flown his passengers to their northern home.

My mother was from a northern reserve, my dad a bush pilot and when he showed up as the new pilot for his company based at her reserve, she thought that he was the best thing to come along since sliced bread. She was really young then and dad didn't pay much attention to the kid, but she was always hanging around the dock where his company kept their Beaver.

Most everybody thought mom hung around the Beaver dock because she liked airplanes, but it was dad that she was really after. It was frustrating for her when he just looked through her at the older girls and women that were giving him the come on. It wasn't that he was all that much older than she was either, probably not more than five or six years, but at that time of life, a couple of years makes a big difference.

Mom felt that dad never even saw her, but she was surprised one day when he called her by name, and asked her if she would like to go flying? That made her feel good because she was the first girl he had ever asked to go flying with him.

It was funny, she saw these airplanes flying every day but when it came to actually getting in one and going some place, there was this funny little feeling in the pit of her stomach! But this was her chance to be alone with her idol, and she wasn't going to let the feel of a few butterflies in her stomach get in the way,

Dad told mom that he had to fly a couple of barrels of fuel to an outfitter's camp, and if she wanted to go along, she was welcome. Truth be told that dad was probably looking for help loading and offloading the fuel. The barrels were too heavy when full to load in the airplane, so they put empty barrels in the Beaver, pumped them full and then pumped the fuel into the outfitter's barrels on their dock when they got there.

Mom was in heaven. She was flying before they even left the dock, The flying was strange to her at first, but once you got over how small things on the ground looked, and how the airplane bounced around in the air, there wasn't too much to it.

When they got to their destination, she jumped out on the float and tied up to the dock, just like she had seen done so many times. She helped him with the pump and the hoses, even doing some of the pumping. Back at the Beaver dock, she jumped out on the float and tied up as if she had been doing it all of her life.

"Thank you Jean, you were a real help," dad told her when they got back, and it was like music to her ears to get this recognition from him! After that, she went flying with him every chance that she got and he jokingly told everyone she was his new helper.

There was no shortage of girls on the reserve. Some of the girls gave him the eye, and some of the older women did too. Dave was a horny young man who had no intention of leading a celibate life with all of the local talent available. He was seen with a constantly changing parade of women, and if it bothered Jean, she never showed it.

Then came another fateful flight with Jean on board. It should have been a short routine flight, but the weather got in the way! An early snow storm blocked their return flight. Dave put the Beaver down on a bay and taxied to a sand beach where the airplane would be safe. They were stuck there for a very cold night in the bush.

Dave got the survival gear out of the airplane while Jean started a fire. Then they set up some sort of a camp using a ground sheet for shelter and evergreen boughs as a mattress for their sleeping bags. While Jean cooked something to eat, Dave turned the airplane around, pulled the heels of the floats up on shore and tied it to some trees. He also was able to radio the base on VHF to tell them what had happened and where he was.

Jean simply accepted their circumstances without comment, making the best of the meager survival gear they had. They ate, holding tin plates on their knees, while dining in somewhat less than elegant surroundings on less than gourmet food. 

When they were finished, Jean cleaned up, and then, without comment began to take her clothes off. When she got down to a tee shirt, she took Dave's clothes off as well and stuffed them into a sleeping bag. Then, shivering in the cold, she shooed Dave into the other sleeping bag and crawled in after him.

Being naked in a snow storm is not exactly conducive to erotic thoughts, but that changed after a while, when they had warmed up in the sleeping bag. Two people in a sleeping bag made for one don't have a lot of room, and those nearly naked people had little else to think about and nowhere to go, so it was little wonder that their thoughts turned to lust.  Dave was well aware that Jean wasn't very old, but this was her idea, and after all everybody knows that a stiff cock has no conscience. Since they were here for the night anyway, Dave decided to just take it easy, and to go along with whatever developed, within reason.

Jean was a pretty good looking girl, even though it was hard to tell with the heavy clothing they usually wore in this northern climate. They all dressed alike, more for warmth than attracting the opposite sex.

Jean and Dave were facing each other, lying motionless in each other's arms. Dave was getting an awful hard on just thinking about her naked body lying next to his. Her young tits pressing firmly against his chest didn't help either. It was impossible to hide his erection from her because his cock was jammed right up against Jean's naked belly. She didn't say anything, but put her leg over his. Then she reached between them, took his cock in her hand and rubbed the head of it up and down her slit until the head slipped into her pussy lips. Then she wiggled her ass until his cock was buried to the hilt in her cunt.

Dave was totally surprised by this development. It felt wonderful, but he was still in a terrible predicament! He wanted to fuck her brains out, fuck her in every hole with all the acrobatic sex of the young, but that was hardly possible in the confines of the sleeping bag. Not even remotely possible outside in this cold weather!

Jean was wet, warm and ever so willing, but there were other considerations to worry about. What about survival? This was a big unforgiving country and people sometimes died from exposure. The life-giving warmth of the sleeping bag would be destroyed if Dave pumped the gallons of cum into her that he wanted to, not to mention her own juices in the bargain.

Still he had to do something! He had never kissed her, and that was taken care of, not with the soul searching deep kisses of the really horny, but with many, many little love kisses, combined with stroking her body and little feel good movements of his cock in her warm body. 

Both of them wanted to fuck like a pair of wild things until nature's well dried up, but they couldn't. It was real torture, wanting to fuck so badly, only to be denied a real fulfilment! Instead, frustrated, they finally drifted off to sleep.

When daybreak intruded in their little world, the weather was still down, but it was looking better. Hopefully, they wouldn't have to stay here another night. Jean crawled out of the sleeping bag, squatted for a pee and then retrieved her panties from the other sleeping bag before crawling back in with Dave.

This time she got on top of Dave and put his cock back into her cunt. She started to move slowly, fucking him ever so slowly. Dave was surprised, he thought that he would come right away, but it took more than an hour of Jean's gentle fucking for her to reach orgasm. That was too much for him and he instantly shot his load of hot cum deep inside of her quivering pussy.

She kissed him tenderly, then quickly got out of the sleeping bag, holding her panties to her juicy cunt to prevent their cum from getting all over the sleeping bag.

Dave crawled out as Jean was squatting to pee again, and then wipe up their love juices with her panties. They got dressed as quickly as they could in the cold, and moved around briskly to try and get warmed up.

Dave made a quick call to base confirming the weather was still down there, but appeared to be improving. Jean got a fire going and used some of the survival emergency rations to make some kind of a breakfast. Then they went about cleaning the snow off of the aircraft, to be ready if and when the weather lifted.

That afternoon, the weather briefly improved enough to fly back to base, very carefully, flying low and weaving to dodge the snow showers. Dave thought that he might have to land in one bay, but after circling around a couple of times until the snow squall moved on, they were able to slip through. Jean was blissfully unaware of the danger of this slipping through snow squalls but dad made it look easy.

When they got back to base, the Beaver was tied down and they disappeared into Dave's quarters. Nobody saw them again for three days. When the weather finally returned to normal, Jean went home, packed up her things and simply moved in with Dave. Nobody on the reserve seemed too interested in how old she was.

Mom often told me all about their adventure that time, laughing and saying that they even had a souvenir of the event, (namely me)! Dad continued to fly the Beaver from that location and we lived in his quarters that were provided by the charter company that he worked for. 

Mom got pregnant again a couple of years later, but the outcome was not so happy this time. She had a miscarriage and they couldn't stop the bleeding. They had a medivac flight come in and fly her to Winnipeg. The doctors there were very grave, and told dad that the only way they could be sure to save her was to perform a hysterectomy.

I stayed with relatives while they were in the city, but dad was nosing around while my mother was recovering in the hospital. He was offered a job as first officer on a twin engine turboprop commuter plane that belonged to an airline company based at an airport just north of the Perimeter highway and that flew to small communities in the north.

My parents talked it over and thought that it would be better to live in the city. I would have access to better schools, access to good medical care was better and it would be a good career move for my father. Dad bought a house in the north of the city to be near the airport.

When mom got out of the hospital, she came home to the reserve to recuperate, staying with her family. Dad gave his notice, and we were off to Winnipeg two weeks later.

I was too young to know much about all of this, but as the years went by, dad became a captain on the turbo- prop. I went to school in the city and as I got older, mom got a job down town to have something to do.

It was coming up to the Christmas holidays when dad took a charter flight to take Indian kids home to their northern reserve for their Christmas holidays. The company that he worked for operated an old twin-engine Beech for charters like this, and since he was on standby for the 27 passenger turboprop this week, dad took the trip. He delivered the kids at their destination, but on the way back, he ran into some freezing rain that had not been forecast. The airplane wasn't equipped with anti- icing boots for flying in this weather, as a result it crashed and my father was killed.

It wasn't much of a Christmas for us that year, I can tell you. My mother was kind of fatalistic about life, but the funeral was hard for both of us. Life wasn't great after that either, but mom had her job, we had the house, a car and each other.

Mom had lots of friends, but she never dated or went out with other men that I knew of. If she was getting any sex, I never knew about it. Mind you, growing up, sex was not really on my radar scope. Oh sure, we boys looked at girlie magazines, groped the girls as I grew older and jacked off but I never equated that sort of activity with my mother.

When I was sixteen, I found girls, so to speak. I had girlfriends, went to some dances and took the girls to the movies now and again. The furtive groping of an earlier age had more purpose now, we played stinky finger a lot and I got lucky the odd time. 

But this was my eighteenth birthday, a kind of milestone in a person's life. I was hoping that things would get a little bit more exciting than they had been lately. I would finish high school this year, and I was wondering what I should do when I graduated. University was out of the question financially, but I wondered if maybe a local college would be a viable alternative.

2

Mom was late getting home. I was watching TV when I heard her car drive in and got up to take a look. I saw that she had bought some groceries, had two big bags of groceries in her arms and was shoving the car door shut with her ass as she was heading toward the kitchen door.

I rushed to open the door for her and then backed up three or four feet to give her room to get in the door. She was looking in my eyes and telling me something when her feet got tangled up in the rug that she kept inside the door. She came flying toward me, knocked me over and I landed flat on my back in the hall (ouch) with her on top of me.

Groceries were flying all over the place, and I put out my arms to grab mom so she wouldn't hurt herself. She landed spread-eagled on top of me, her legs either side of me, my arms around her upper body and me looking her directly in the eyes, less than a foot from my own.

I don't know what I was thinking or what came over me, but when I looked into her eyes, all I could think of was lust for her. I didn't say a word, and she didn't either, but just kissed her hard on the lips. I pulled away from her a few inches, looked at her face for a few moments and kissed her again, harder this time and tried to push my tongue into her mouth. She had a "what the hell was that for," look on her face, but when I went back for more, she didn't pull away.

I still had both arms around mom, and I wasn't letting go. I was holding her tight, and broke the kiss looking at each other's face for more than a minute without saying anything, before locking our lips in another deep soul searching kiss.

I never thought of my mother as a sexual object before, but I was rapidly getting turned on now. She was wearing a short coat, a sweater and a pleated skirt. The way that she had landed on top of me had jammed her tits up against my chest and sent her skirt flying up past her waist. I could see her naked leg as she half kneeled over me, and I felt of it. She moaned as my hand slid up her leg and I started humping her with soft little strokes. When my hand reached her panties, I felt her ass and slipped my fingers under the crotch to feel the delights to be found there.

I was turned on beyond control. I wanted this woman - NOW! Still humping her in short little strokes, I reached down, unzipped my pants and pulled my rock hard cock out of my pants. Humping her, the head of my cock was coming up to, and bouncing off the crotch of her panties with each stroke.

Before I could do anything, my mother reached down, pulled the crotch of her panties to one side. When she did that my cock slipped into her pussy, right to the hilt, without any help from either of us. I stopped, neither of us moved a muscle for the longest time while we looked at each other, and kissed several times. They were not the deep kisses of passion, but little love kisses.

It felt wonderful, lying there with my cock buried in my mother's cunt. It was unlike anything in my experience before. She made a little movement, and it felt so good I started moving in her. Before long we were both fucking in earnest, she was moaning and I was beginning to slam into her with greater force. I felt an urgency and kept increasing my tempo until I was fucking her as fast and hard as I could. From the start, mom was matching my thrusts, stroke for stroke, humping her ass at my cock.

Mom reached her orgasm first. Really, I was wondering what was going on with her, shaking and vocalizing in her orgasm. It was the first time I saw a mature woman orgasm, but I got the message when I came harder than ever before. We were still for maybe half a minute. I was trying to figure all of this out when I looked at mom's face. She was smiling, putting her hands behind my head and gave me a nice long kiss.

Mom said, "You know it's pretty silly us fucking here on the floor when there are lots of beds upstairs."

I replied that it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but that she did have a point. Besides what would we do if somebody came to the door? 

Mom laughed, and told me to get the rest of the groceries out of the car while she picked up the ones that were spilled in the kitchen. That was quickly taken care, and the groceries were put away.

"Do you want me to make some supper, or would you rather go upstairs and fuck first," she asked.

I didn't reply, just reached under her skirt grabbed her ass, and ran my fingers up the crack in a lingering feeling of her charms.

"I thought so" she said as she locked the door and took me by the hand, leading me upstairs. When we got to her bedroom, she told me that I should undress her, while she was supposed to undress me. It was a wonderful experience for me. There was none of the furtive groping I usually experienced with my girlfriends. She was a mature woman and she reveled in everything that I did to her.

When we were naked, she asked me if I had to go to the bathroom, saying that she had to pee and thought that it might be a good idea to take a shower and wash the sticky cum off of us before it dried.

She took my hand and we went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and pissed while I sat beside her on the side of the bathtub. Watching her pee made me want to go too, so she sat on the tub holding my hand as I stood there and pissed in the toilet.

We went in the shower together, soaping each other down and then rinsing the soap off. It was an easy time together, and while there was little emphasis on things sexual, mom probably ended up with the cleanest pussy in Western Canada. It was just as well too. When we went back to the bedroom and got on mom's bed, the first thing she wanted was for me to do was to go down on her. I don't know about you, but I don't like the idea of going down on dirty, stinking genitals.

I didn't know what I was doing, but with mother telling me what to do, and a bit of energetic help from myself, it was doing wonders for her. When she showed me where her clitoris was located and how to stimulate it with my tongue, I was able to drive her wild. At first it was a bit unnerving to hear her moaning loudly and to hear her scream out with her pleasure, but I soon got used to it. In fact, it soon made me a lot hornier.

I can't explain it, but unlike our frantic coupling in the hall, there didn't seem to be any hurry to consummate our new relationship. Of course I wanted to fuck this wonderful woman, but I felt satisfied just to be with her, exploring her body and her sexuality.

I was intrigued with mom's tits. They seemed to have a life of their own when not confined to her brassiere. They were nothing like the firm little things the girls I dated had. She was happy to indulge my interest in her tits, and enjoyed it when I played with them. She moaned sometimes when I was sucking on them.

Mom told me that she preferred that I treat her tits gently, but that some women liked to have them treated roughly, even having the nipples bitten. She showed me how she liked her nipples squeezed by twisting them between my thumb and a forefinger. She did this, and I could see the nipples harden in her fingers. I knew that the nipples on girls' tits got hard when they were cold, but had no idea that they got hard when they were horny as well. For that matter, I thought that it was the boys that got horny, at least that's the way it was with the girls that I went out with.  I played with her tits for more than an hour, kneading them, sucking on them and twisting the nipples. I accidently looked down and saw her belly, her pubic hair on her pussy mound and her legs beyond that. She was lying flat on her back, and I started rubbing her belly, then stuck the tip of my finger in her belly button. That was good for a few minutes diversion, but I was soon rubbing her pubic hair and eventually started investigating her pussy with my fingers.


My 18th Birthday



When my fingers touched her cunt, mom started to moan, roll her hips around and she got really wet. My cock was getting hard as a rock, and it seemed like the right time to roll on top of her and fuck her.       I had always loved this woman with a passion, and here I was, about to love her passionately! Mother had her legs spread, and took my hand as I swung my leg over her leg to position myself between her legs. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her passionately and started thrusting my hips at her sex. Twice, I felt the head of my cock touch her cunt lips and the third time my cock slid in her fuck hole to the hilt without any help. I was so surprised, 

Mom's cunt was something else! It was so soft and warm. It wasn't tight, but its muscles seemed to ever so softly grasp my cock, like I had stuck it in a velvet bag of some kind. I couldn't get over how warm and wet it was. Really velvety soft too.

Strange, the last time, the moment I got into my mother's cunt, I wanted to fuck as fast and as hard as I could, but here I was, and this time I wanted to take it easy, feeling everything, every sensation. It wasn't about gratification this time, it was about investigation, about learning everything there was to know about this woman that I had loved for so many years and yet knew so little about.

It takes two to tango and do lots of other things as well. Mom started rolling her hips around, making little bucking movements at my cock. "Fuck me Davie, fuck me good and hard," she said, an edge to her voice that I had never noticed before.

I was in the perfect position to carry out her wishes. I was on top of her naked body and my cock had her pinned to the bed. I started moving with her, slowly at first, and then faster as if we were locked in some kind of mortal combat, struggling to beat our opponent. Mom won, reaching a screaming cataclysmic orgasm. No man could resist the raw sexual energy of this woman in her orgasmic state, and I came right then, even though there was not the slightest thought in my mind of coming so quickly.

We lay there for a minute or two in what the French call the little death. Mom asked me if she had scared me, and I really didn't know what to tell her. Well she said changing the subject, I think that it's about time I made something to eat, I'm hungry.

I replied, "Mom, how can you think about something to eat at a moment like this?"

"Davie, I learned a long time ago that you can't live on love, no matter what they say," she told me matter of factly as we got dressed and went down stairs.

I had learned a great deal since mom got home, but the more I learned, the more questions that formed in my mind. On top of that, I had been thinking of my future before all of this happened and wanted to ask her what she thought I should do about my education for that future.

As mother was preparing our late supper, I sat at the kitchen table talking to her, and trying to get answers to some of the questions that had come into my mind. I had been blown away by her aggressive sexuality, this was not the mother that I thought I knew. On top of that, I was surprised that she would simply ignore that our relationship was incest, and as far as I knew, illegal.

"Mom" I asked, "How come you were so horny? I've never seen you like that."

"It's simple," she said, "it's been a long time, you lit my fire, and the pot boiled over, I even surprised myself."

I asked her if she was that horny, why she hadn't found somebody else or gone out with guys?

"Davie, I love you. You are the reason I exist. Your dad set things up so we could have a future here, and if I brought someone else into the picture things might have gone wrong somehow. Shit happens you know," she told me seriously.

"Sure mom, I can see that, but would that stop you from getting a little on the side somewhere?" I asked.

"Maybe not," she replied, "but I knew that if I kept to myself, there would be one less chance of trouble, once I got involved with men again, no telling what might happen, and you were my first obligation."

"Well, I'm eighteen now, and its time I got out on my own. It's obvious that you need sex, and you can find somebody to fill that need for you," I told her.

"Oh no you don't!" she flatly rejected my thoughts, "your dad bought this house for you and me, and you will stay here as long as you need a place to stay. As far as sex is concerned, you seem to be doing a pretty good job of taking care of it for me here lately. I've got some catching up to do but you can move into my room and help me with that."

I told mom that I thought that our having sex was illegal, something called incest?

"You know I can't have children, so the only way they can catch us is if you or I tell them, or if they catch us in the act. Those are pretty good odds, so it is up to us to see that they don't catch us. Besides, its time I started to date, you are an adult now, and its about time you started looking for a girl to make a life with," she told me.

"Wow! You seem to have everything figured out," I replied.

Mom served my supper and as she came beside me to put my meal on the table, I reached under her skirt, ran my hand up her bare leg, and started to finger the folds of her cunt.

She told me that she liked what I was doing, but it wasn't the way to keep secrets and I should confine my intimate activities to the more private parts of the house, just in case.

3

When we were finished eating, mom took my hand, and led me back upstairs. She said that turn about was fair play and it was her turn to go down on me, and she did for a while until I told her I would rather fuck her than have her finish the blow job.

We fucked, sucked and talked all night long. She called work in the morning and gave them a sob story about tripping on the rug, groceries all over the floor and stuff like that, but omitted all of the good stuff. Anyway we had the day off and we celebrated that by promptly falling asleep until noon when hunger pains intruded.

Eat, fuck and sleep was all we did for the rest of the day and the night too, but mom was able to go to work the next morning. Then we were right back at it for the whole weekend.

Things gradually got straightened out, more or less back to normal. I slept with mom every night and fucked her at least once, but usually two or three times a night. On top of that, we tried everything we could think of, sometimes once, but more often several times. She had told me to move in with her in her room, but I soon found that she wanted me to sleep with her, but to keep my things in my own room for appearance sake.

Three weeks after my birthday, on a Wednesday, mom brought a friend home with her. The friend was an attractive young woman I was later told was 25. She was wearing an attractive coat that I thought was a bit conservative, but when she took it off, she was wearing very sexy clothes. I figured something was up, but I had no idea what it was. Her name was Marian, and she was looking at me kind of funny.

When we were sitting around the table drinking coffee after the meal, I found out what was going on. "Marian wants you to fuck her," mom told me. "She's married but her husband doesn't take care of her, and when he fucks her, he's off like a jackrabbit, comes before she has a chance to enjoy it. She's never had an orgasm, or another man and is about ready to leave him. But she loves her husband, and wonders if she could learn something about sex that might save her marriage. Be careful you don't come in her, she might get pregnant."

I had a raging hard on the moment mom said fuck her, but this floored me. I don't know why because I was certainly ready, but I hung back a bit, as if not quite understanding what was expected of me.

I was surprised when Marian came over, and kneeling beside my chair, put her arms around me and kissed me. She certainly wasn't bashful because she simply reached down and felt my cock. "He knows what I want," she told mom, "he's got a hard on already." With that, she took my hand and slid it up her leg. She wasn't wearing any panties and her cunt was really wet already.

I had no idea what mom had told her, but she was one determined little lady. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. When I showed her to my room, she started undressing me and when that was done, she took her own clothes off in a flash.

She seemed surprised that I didn't want to jump her bones the minute she laid down on the bed. She didn't object when I wanted to play with her boobs or suck on them. She even moaned a bit, so she must have liked what I was doing. She was lying on her back, her legs tightly closed, so I rubbed her belly, then her pussy mound and finally slid my finger down the slit between her legs. As I slid my finger up and down her slit, her legs began to open. At first, I slid one finger into her cunt then two and finally three. At the same time, I started massaging her clit with my thumb.

Marian was giving very careful attention to what I was doing to her. Her body was starting to move and she was moaning softly. She had her eyes tightly closed, as were her hands. Her hips started thrusting at my fingers as I was slamming them in and out of her cunt, when she stiffened, squealed and then relaxed moments later.

Bingo! I thought, sure that she had an orgasm and thinking that this was the perfect time to fuck her, climbed on top of her and shoved my cock into her before she had time to recover from her orgasm. I started to work with her right away, and soon she was humping back at me. Eventually we were fucking each other as hard and as fast as we could when she came, squealing again, but much louder this time.

I realized that this was no love affair, but every woman loves being cuddled after she has her orgasm, so leaving my cock in her, I rolled so we were on our sides. I looked at her and kissed her. She kissed me back, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"That was wonderful, I wonder why I can't do that with my husband?" she said, as if talking to herself. There were tears in her eyes as she spoke. I didn't know what to do or say, so said nothing just held her with my cock still buried in her.

"Davie, why can I do that with you, and I can't do it with my husband?" she asked kind of plaintively.

"Well you did say that he was off right away, maybe you could slow him down."

"How could I do that, he pounces on me the moment I open my legs."

"Doesn't he play with you before he fucks you?" I asked.

"No, all he wants to do is jump on me the minute I'm on the bed. I think he can smell it when I take my pants off," Marian replied.

"I'm not sure how you could do it, but it seems to me you have to find a way to get him to get you started, and maybe you could masturbate him with your hand or your mouth. It takes me a lot longer to come the second time," I told her.

"Speaking about the second time, do you think you could manage another time for me?" she asked.

I was already hard, so I showed her how to give a man a hand job or a blow job, and then I fucked her again, just rolled her over on her back and shoved it into her this time. She came again without any problem.

Mom knocked on the door and told Marian that it was about time she was getting back. She kissed me when she was leaving and thanked me. Mom drove her home and apparently she was full of questions on the way. 

I was pretty worked up having fucked Marian twice and had her masturbating me, without coming myself, so I gave myself a hand job, first things first. Then I put a robe on, went downstairs and was drinking a cup of coffee when mom got back. 

"What was that all about?" I asked her.

"I told you," mom replied. "She was going to leave her husband because she wasn't getting any pleasure from sex. She told me that she loved her husband, but she was frustrated because he was indifferent to her needs, and had suggested that it was probably her fault anyway. You proved that was not the case and she was able to have her first orgasm. She is ecstatic about that."

"But why did you put me up to fucking her?"

"Because I know you, because I knew my friend wouldn't get some disease on the street and because I knew that you knew what you were doing. And besides, being a horny teenager, I knew that you would like it. Its about time you fucked another woman anyway, you can't just fuck me for the rest of your life you know."

But that is just what we did. We went to bed, made love for the longest time, then fucked madly, falling asleep in each other's arms, my cock still imbedded in her.

Marian came home with mom for supper again about a week later. Other than giving me a nice kiss when she came and another when she left, this was no repeat performance of her first visit. She only wanted to talk to mom about her progress which was not very good. She said that her husband was inhibited about sex in a way that really frustrated her, but he wouldn't listen to anything she had to say about it. When she brought up something about the joy sex could be, he asked her what she knew about it, suggesting that she needed to get her head on straight before she turned into a slut. At least she wasn't all weepy about her problem, I couldn't have handled that.

I never told Marian about mom and me. I thought that was up to mom to tell her if she wanted her to know, and there didn't seem to be any reason for me to tell her anything as far as I was concerned.

Mom told Marian to keep at trying to bring her husband around, but if she couldn't, as a last resort, we could try the "shock treatment" but she wouldn't tell us what that was.

Sure enough, a week later, mom had Marian and her husband Ron over for supper. Even though I had Ron down as a dork because of Marian's problems, he seemed to be a nice enough guy to me.

After supper, as we were sitting around the table, drinking our coffee, mom brought the subject of their marriage up. Oh, oh, this is where the shit hits the fan I thought.

"Ron," mom began, "Marian is concerned about your marriage, and is planning to leave you," she said, speaking calmly and softly.

I could see that Ron was not happy with this turn of events, but he kept his voice civil, "Why should you interfere in my marriage?" he asked.

"Actually, I'm not," mom replied, "Marian told me some time ago that as far as she was concerned, the marriage was over and she was leaving you. Ron, I like you and your wife is a good friend of mine. I'm only trying to keep you two together. If you wish, you can walk away and leave her here, or you can do something about it, it's up to you."

Ron looked to Marian for confirmation and when she nodded her head, he began to berate her for involving someone else into their private affairs, and particularly into what he considered their sacred marriage relations.

I was surprised when mom interrupted his tirade, raising her voice and sounding very firm. "I guess you didn't hear me, Ron, or pay attention to what I was saying if you did. You don't have a marriage, it's over, you can walk away and leave her here. The only reason you are here is because Marian still loves you, and she asked me to see if I could help."

"What possible reason could she have for feeling that way. She is the only woman I have ever went out with, I provide a good life for her and never cheated on her. I think somebody has been putting silly ideas in her head," Ron replied bitterly.

Mom told him that she hadn't put any ideas in Marian's head. She said it was quite the opposite, Marian confided to her that she wasn't happy and had decided to leave him, but mom had offered to try to help because Marian still loved him.

That stopped Ron for a moment, but what really got his attention was when Marian told him that she would be staying with us tonight, and unless he was prepared to take the matter seriously and do something about it, she would take her things out of the house in a day or two while he was at work. We could see that Ron was losing his temper, but to his credit he didn't, said that we were ganging up on him and left to go home.

When he left, Marian said, "Well, I guess that's that!" but mother told her not to get in too big a hurry. Let the old world turn around a time or two and then see what happens. 

We sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking. They were doing most of the talking, but I was horny and sat there putting a word in here and there. If she was staying here, that meant that I couldn't sleep with mom, and I was wondering if I would be able to sleep with Marian. I would rather fuck mom, but Marian wasn't bad and I would rather sleep with her than sleep by myself.

I didn't have long to wait. Marian got up from the table and moved behind my chair. She put her arms around me, then reached down and grabbed my hard cock. "Well, it looks like somebody around here wants me!" she told mom, laughing.

Mom told her that I was just a horny teenager, and it was good that he had a chance to sow some of those oats wild youngsters were supposed to sow.

This time I didn't need an invitation, so I slid my hand up her leg, but this time she was wearing panties.

I think that mom had a twinkle in her eye, but she suggested that we ought to turn in early because it had been a hard day for her and she was tired. She warned Marian to undress in the spare bedroom, to leave her clothes there and make the bed look like it had been slept in. She said you never knew what might happen, and she gave her a robe to put on if she needed it.

I went in with Marian to the guest room and sat on the bed while she undressed herself. When she was naked, she crawled in the bed, rolled around a bit and then we went to my room, Marian carrying the robe over her arm.

We got into bed, and since we had the whole night in front of us, I began by kissing her passionately and massaging her entire body lightly with my finger tips. There was no hurry and I was determined to give Marian as much pleasure as I knew how.

Gradually, I was getting turned on and my fingertip massage turned into playing with her tits, sucking on the nipples and rubbing her pussy mound. She rolled over on her belly and I reached through her legs to touch her pussy. Then I pulled my fingers slowly through her ass crack, giving particular attention to her asshole as my fingers were passing by. Marion liked that so much that I went back and rubbed my finger tip around her asshole with a circular movement. She loved it, moaning the whole time.

Please fuck me Davie and come in me this time, I'm on the pill now and I want to feel your cum spurting into me.

"Take it easy," I told her, "we've got all night, and there is no hurry." I rolled her on her back and started fingering her cunt. When I was able to get three fingers in her cunt, I began working my fingers back and forth, thrusting into her. When I finally started massaging her clit with my thumb she came hard, squealing loudly.

This time I let her calm down after her orgasm lying on our sides with her back to me. I kissed her neck and shoulders, fondled her tits and rubbed her belly until she was thrusting her ass up against my hard cock. Grabbing my rock hard cock in my hand I began rubbing it up and down her slit. After maybe a minute of this, I shoved it hard into her fuck hole and started thrusting deep inside of her.

Marian was wiggling her ass meeting my thrusts into her. She was moaning softly but when I reached around and rubbed her clit, she went berserk and began to come in what seemed to be a continuous orgasm. That was it for me, I climaxed spraying my cum deep in her body. At the first spurt of my come, Marian reached another orgasm and really squealed loudly this time.

I held her and covered the back of her neck and shoulders with kisses, biting her ear lobe while playing with her nipples. 




My 18th Birthday



When she recovered, she kissed the back of my hand and told me that it had been truly wonderful this time. She said that she just wanted to lie still for a while with my arms around her and my cock still buried deep inside her. 

It started again when Marian wiggled her ass around because it felt good, or at least that is what she told me. But shortly we were fucking, a nice gentle fuck still lying on our sides, a mingling of our souls together, if such a thing is possible. Despite our intention to fuck the night away, after we both reached orgasm again, we drifted off to sleep still joined together.

4

When we woke up in the morning, we were still lying together, my arms around her naked body. Marion was immediately concerned about getting off to work, and of course, I had to get ready to go to school. We got up after sharing a nice kiss, and I let her have first use of the bathroom.

That evening both mom and Marian got home around five. Mom made supper and during the meal most of the conversation was about Ron and Marian but some of it was directed toward her sex education.

Marian told us that she loved what I had been doing to her, and she would be happy for the rest of her life if she could only have a sex life like that.

Mom laughed and told her that I was a horny teenager, and it wasn't realistic to expect that much sex as your man gets older. Mother told Marian that she should enjoy it while she could.

Marian replied that it wasn't the quantity of sex she was talking about, it was the quality, and they both laughed this time.

We never heard anything from Ron that evening. Marian called me lover boy, and said she wanted to have a shower before turning in.

When she had gone, mom sat beside me on the couch, and the first thing we knew we were in each other's arms and locked in deep hungry kisses. In less time than it takes to tell about it, I had my hand on her cunt with one finger alternating between her clit and her fuck hole. She was hungry for sex and very quickly reached her orgasm. With that, she kissed me good night, locked the door and headed upstairs. I shut the lights off and followed her.

When I turned the lights on in my room, I was surprised to see Marian, naked, lying in my bed. "What are you doing in my bed?" I demanded, pulling the covers off of her and tickling her in the ribs. Grabbing her by the legs, I dragged her to the edge of the bed. Roughly forcing her legs apart, I got on my knees and buried my head in her cunt.

I began by licking the inside of her thighs, then I lifted her ass off of the bed at the same time spreading her ass cheeks apart so I could lick the crack of her ass, with special attention to her asshole rosebud. Through all of this, I could feel that she was tense as if she didn't approve of what I was doing, but when I started to lick her pussy lips Marian started to move her hips a bit and was softly moaning.

After licking her pussy lips for some time, I buried my tongue in her fuck hole and tried to fuck her with my tongue, that really got her going. But when I began teasing her fully erect clit with my tongue, she really went ballistic. I could barely hang on to her, and she was loudly vocalizing. I couldn't administer to her clit any more with her acrobatics, but it was academic anyway because she had already had a couple of violent orgasms.

When she calmed down enough for me to get my mouth on her clit, she pushed my head away, telling me that it was starting to hurt her. I was so turned on after this display of sexuality I simply shoved my cock into her, and hanging onto her by her hips, we fucked each other violently right there on the edge of the bed. We came together, hard, and after that managed to get on the bed, get the covers over us and we passed out.

In the morning we woke up in each other's arms and Marian gave me a wonderful, tender kiss. "Thank you for giving me a wonderful time last night," she said and gave me another tender kiss. My hands wandered over her body, lingering on her tits and finally wandering down to her cunt. I slipped a finger into her to find my cum oozing gently out of her. "That feels so nice she said," closing her eyes for a few moments.

That evening, just as we were finishing our supper, Ron called. Mom held her finger to her mouth to tell Marian to keep quiet. He wanted to talk to Marian but mom told him that would not be convenient at the moment, and suggested that he join us for supper tomorrow evening around six.

After supper mom talked to Marian and told her to hold her ground. Tell Ron that the marriage was over, that he had his chance, and chose to do noting about it. She only wanted to get her things without any harassment and that she didn't care what he did. Marian objected that she wanted to save her marriage, not end it, if that were possible. All mom would say was "Trust me."

To say the atmosphere was tense would be an understatement, but Ron arrived promptly at six. He didn't look like the same guy that had been there a few days ago. I could see that this bothered Marian but she didn't say anything. During the meal there was very little conversation but it was polite. That changed when we having our coffee and the serious conversation began.

It began with Ron rather angrily demanding that Marian stop this nonsense and come home with him, telling her that she had responsibilities as a married woman.

Mom asked Ron what those responsibilities were, but he was rather blunt and told my mom that he was talking to his wife, and he didn't appreciate her interfering in their marital affairs.

"Ron," mother started, "you don't seem to understand, you don't have a marriage or a wife. You walked out on her the other night, and after Marian telling you that she was leaving you, I don't think that she will ever go back to you on your terms."

Ron looked at Marian and she lowered her eyes to her coffee cup, but didn't reply. My mother continued the conversation, "With your attitude, I don't think that you will ever get your sweetheart back and she would like to get her things from your house without any harassment from you. I'm afraid that she will have to turn to the police for protection if that happens. Ron, she loves you and doesn't want to cause you any trouble, but she just can't live with you any more."

It looked like Marian was getting upset, she got up without a word and went upstairs. When it looked like Ron wanted to follow her, mother told him that he was not allowed to do so, and if need be she would call the police. She went on to tell him that unless he was prepared to change his attitudes and behavior, there was little point in continuing the conversation. However, if he was truly prepared to change his ways, he was welcome anytime.

You could see that Ron was very upset, but to his credit, he kept his temper and left without any further conversation or even saying goodbye. When he had gone Marian came back downstairs. She wasn't very happy but mother told her that everything was going to plan and it would either work out or it wouldn't.

Marian wasn't pleased with that remark, but there was little she could do about it. I put my arm around her and asked her if she was too upset to sleep with me tonight, but she said no, one way or the other she was getting addicted to sex.

But it was easy to see that she was upset when we got to bed, and I held her in my arms for the longest time until finally she relaxed enough for me to fuck her. But she did reach orgasm eventually and fell asleep in my arms. Her sleep was troubled during the night.

In the morning, I could see that Marian was still depressed. I put my hand under her chin, brought it up and kissed her lightly on the lips. She gave me a brief smile, recognizing that she was down and I was trying to cheer her up. 

Mom was the only one that seemed to be in good spirits at supper. I knew that Marian was down and I was feeling for her. I wondered whether mom knew something we didn't. Maybe we were looking for some kind of a miracle that would patch up Marian's fractured marriage. Miracles were in short supply at the moment, and it was beginning to look like the marriage was beyond repair. As if reading our minds, mom told us to cheer up, the battle was not lost yet.

Still, there was a dearth of light hearted conversation that evening. When I and Marian went to bed, I decided that it was about time that she learned something about pleasing a man. I reasoned that she was not really in the mood to put her body, mind and soul into advancing her appreciation of her own sexuality.

Marian wasn't the only one to feel down, it was contagious. Before my cock had been like an iron rod every time I had gotten near Marian, but this time I had to show her how to stimulate my cock to get it up. I showed her how to stroke it for maximum enjoyment but I held off because I wanted her to suck me off. It didn't go too well, but Marian tried and towards the end, she was getting better. When I came in her mouth, she tried to swallow my cum until she choked and then my jism shot all over her face. She smiled, and she looked really funny. My spunk was all over her face, in her hair and a little bit was leaking out the corners of her mouth. 

I laughed at her and told her to go look at herself in the mirror, which she did. I went with her and we had a good giggle over her appearance. The mood changed and we were able to go back to bed with an entirely different attitude. We were just fooling around when Marian grabbed my cock and applying some of her new found skill, stroked it until it was hard. I was surprised when she got on top of me, slipped my now hard cock into her cunt and fucked me until we both came. It wasn't the best sex we had experienced, but the surprise was in her take charge attitude.

We both laughed over what had happened, and I provoked more laughter when I asked what that was all about, suggesting that maybe she thought that this was her graduation exercise. At any rate, the tension was all gone as we drifted off to sleep and when Marian got up in the morning she was her usual cheerful self.

That evening Marian and mom had their heads together about something, but I was busy doing my homework in my room, so I had no idea what they talked about. All I know is that Ron showed up at six sharp to join us for supper. Ron looked a mess, but both mom and Marian greeted him warmly. If Marian was concerned by Ron's haggard appearance, she certainly didn't show it, and she was talking with him and both of us cheerfully.

Marian paid no particular attention to Ron during the meal, but rather, joined in with the usual chatter around the table that included everybody and a few laughs. After dessert, when we were having our coffee, Marian asked Ron if it would be all right for her to take her things out of the house tomorrow, sounding as if it was just an innocent question.

Instead of replying to her question, Ron started telling her that he was losing his patience with her silliness, that it was up to her to fulfil her marriage vows, and get hack home where she belonged.      Marian's expression didn't change, and she replied evenly, "Ron, I have told you repeatedly over many months that I was not happy with our marriage and you have always refused to do anything about it. When I tell you that our marriage is over, you start talking about my duty. What about your duty to me? Is it only your opinion of what our marriage should be that counts?"

"Marian," Ron started, "you know that I've never laid a hand on you, I've always given you a good home and treated you with respect."

Marian told him that it was all true, and in turn she had done her best to give him a good home, but that wasn't the issue, he had never given her sexual satisfaction and that was vitally important to her. On top of that, he even refused to talk about it only saying that it was probably her fault anyway and that she should get her head on straight.

Ron shot back that sex was supposed to be for procreation not for pleasure anyway. The pleasure of sex was the work of the devil, he said, trying to lure people away from the straight and narrow.

And I suppose you don't get any pleasure when you stick your cock in my cunt, shove it in and out, and shoot your wad. If fucking is to get children, then how come we don't have a couple of thousand by now. How come when you are busy procreating, you are perfectly willing to let me go on the pill so I can earn money to help you out financially and not have the kids I want. Ron, I have loved you since we were in high school together, but you have turned out to be nothing but a hypocrite! All I ever asked for was fair play, to share the sexual satisfaction you always got. 

Ron sat there looking at Marian, apparently at a loss for words for several seconds. "If I can achieve sexual satisfaction as you put it, why can't you? I've told you several times that there must be something wrong with you," he told her.

Marian paused as if thinking, "Ron, I've tried and tried. You get on top of me, do your thing and I've tried to get something out of it. I've tried so hard, but it never did any good, and you refused to do anything about it, so I just gave up trying." She paused again looking intently at Ron, "There is nothing wrong with me, and I have gotten my head on straight. When I spoke to Jean about our marriage, I was at my wit's end. I was planning to leave you but she talked me out of it but I can tell you that so far, I haven't seen any reason that I should change my mind. When I came over here, Jean asked me if I wanted to fuck Davie to see if it really was me. It wasn't, I found unbelievable pleasures with him, and I have no intention of giving up those pleasures."

When Marian told Ron that I had fucked her, his jaw dropped to his chest. It was sad in a way to see his ego deflate. He was a beaten man for the moment at least, but it didn't take him long to try to get back at her. "So you have turned into a slut like your friend!" he said angrily.

Mom had sat there quietly while this exchange was taking place, but she felt that she couldn't let this go. Speaking in a quiet voice, she told Ron, "You implied that I was a slut. For you information, my husband is the only man I have ever had sex with, if that makes me a slut, then I plead guilty. Marian told me that she had made up her mind to leave you, and she asked me if I knew how she should go about doing it. You have constantly put her down, trying to put the blame on her. 

I told her that Davie was a horny teenager, and I was sure that he would fuck her, if she wanted to find out if there was anything wrong with her or not. I could have told her to look for sex wherever she could find it, but that could be dangerous. Goodness only knows what might happen, from some kind of violence to disease.

Admittedly, after Davie fucked her, I drove her home and that was probably wrong to do that without telling you, but it was because she wanted to see if she could apply what she had learned to help your marriage. She decided she couldn't, that is when she came here to stay. Since then, Davie has been fucking her brains out, but that doesn't make her a slut."

"But it is adultery!" he shot back angrily.

Mom told him that was absolutely true, he had every right to sue for divorce, and that was ok because it would save Marian the trouble and expense. But as far as saving their marriage was concerned, that would be the finish of it.

This was all high drama to me, but there were things going on here that I didn't understand. Ron was the only one that had raised his voice, Marian had been the essence of decorum the whole evening, and yet I thought that I knew her well enough to believe she was boiling inside. And mom? I would have to say that it looked to me like she was flashing Ron. Something strange was going on here, and as it turned out, I didn't have a clue.

I could see that Ron was really getting frustrated now, coming out with some really nasty remarks mostly directed at Marian.

Marian came out with "Fuck this shit," totally unlike her normally ladylike behavior as she got up and taking me by the hand, said, "Come on Davie, let's go to bed, I'm getting horny."

I was dumbfounded but obediently let Marian lead me upstairs where she immediately pulled her clothes off and hopped into bed. I was surprised to find that she was wet, and well, nature being what it is, we got into it. She was not inhibited either, being more vocal than she usually was.

5

Davie and Marian's sudden departure left Jean and Ron sitting at the table. She did not ask Ron if he wanted more coffee, just got up and refilled both their cups. When she sat down again, she reached across the corner of the table and put her hand on top of Ron's, telling him that she was sorry that there was so much turmoil in his marriage. She also went on to tell him that the sex in her marriage had been very good, but that it had been quite a while since then. She even told him about the trip in the Beaver and their night in the bush, laughing about it, emphasizing both the humorous and the erotic aspects of the tale.

After a while, the conversation had drifted away from Marian and their marriage breakdown although she noticed that he was listening closely to her vocalizing upstairs. Jean only smiled without comment. In the meantime she was shamelessly flashing Ron, but he just didn't seem to respond to anything she did. She had put her hand on top of his on the table several times and squeezed it too, to no effect.

In desperation, Jean got up to make a fresh pot of coffee, finding things to do that caused her to bend over where he could get a good look at her ass. She was wearing a short skirt with no panties, and she knew that he got a good shot at her legs, if not her pussy.

When she poured fresh coffee, she could see that she was having the desired effect, she could see his hard on in his pants. Jean wondered if that was for her or what was going on upstairs, but when she sat down, it was Ron that squeezed her hand.

When Ron looked at the time and said he really should be going, Jean took his hand in both of her's and asked what the hurry was, it had been a long time since she had a man's meat in her cunt and he was more than welcome to sleep over with her.

It was easy to see that Ron was intrigued by the subtle art of seduction, just not very skilled at it. Without waiting for a reply, Jean got up and moving behind his chair, gave Ron a hug around his shoulders. At the same time she kissed him on the neck and reaching down, squeezed his hard cock.

Leading Ron by the hand, Jean took him upstairs to her bedroom. There, she quickly took her clothes off, and crawled into bed naked.

She pretended not to notice, but she carefully observed Ron watching her as she took her clothes off. He quickly removed his clothes, shut the light off, and crawled into bed with her.

Without a word, Ron leaned over after a while and put his hand on Jean's belly, felt it briefly, moved his hand to her pussy mount then to her cunt where he pushed a finger into her fuck hole. After less than a minute, he took his hand away and rolled over on top of her. Jean spread her legs apart to accommodate him as he directed his cock to her cunt with his hand. Grabbing her by her shoulders, Ron none too gently shoved his cock in her love canal to the hilt. Stopping very briefly, he started fucking her until he shot his load into her, and after a few seconds rolled off, rolled over away from her and went to sleep.

Ron was up early. Jean got up with him, made him some breakfast and saw him off to work, telling him not to be late for supper.

A few minutes later Marian came downstairs, "Well, how did you make out last night?" she asked.

Jean told her that she had a new experience. For the first time in her life something different had been added to her sexual experiences. The first time she had ever been fucked without being kissed!




My 18th Birthday



My 18th birthday started out like many others, before and since. I was woken up by my phone bouncing around on my bedside table. I unhappily squinted and grumbled, wondering who would be rude enough to call me early on a spring Saturday morning. But I smiled once I saw the name on the screen. It was Julie, a married woman I had met online about three months before. 

Julie and her husband Mark had been looking for a young girl to join them for a threesome. They had met in college and married their sophomore year. Now in their late thirties, they were full-fledged swingers. We chatted a few times, and she told me about how they often had a third person join them. Sometimes men, sometimes women. We finally met up and I realized she was more beautiful that her photo led me to believe. At 37, she still had a fantastic body. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a braid. Being winter, she was warmly dressed, but it was still easy to tell that her figure was perfect.

We chatted for a while, and I was very interested in joining her and Mark, but I had to be honest about my age. I came clean about being 17, and she was naturally surprised. I told her that it wouldn't be my first time with a married couple. I reassured her that things I do in my private life are private, and that I would never mention our foray into the taboo to anyone. (Except for now I guess) 

We chatted for a while longer, but she seemed tense and nervous. She kept looking around as if somebody could now know our ages and our desires simply because she now did. I was sad when she said she had to go, but only gave me a handshake instead of the warm hug I received when we first greeted each other. I assumed that I had scared her off, even though I knew it was the only right thing to do. If she felt uncomfortable about the idea of having sex with me, I hate to think how she would have felt if I had sprung the news on her after the deed was done.

So needless to say I was surprised when I got a message from her a few days later. She said it was absurd to worry about ages when we had a connection like ours. And the fact that my birthday was just over three months away made it even less of a worry. So it happened.

I visited them several times over the next three months. They told me about their sex lives. They were active swingers and had many other swinger friends. They even occasionally had parties where it was just one big orgy. Various swinger friends and a couple neighbors would come over. Swim, eat, drink, and fuck. The biggest party they told me about was a group of over thirty people. They knew that I was sad that I couldn't go to the parties, but I wasn't foolish enough to think that I could attend at my age. 

So when Julie asked if I wanted to come over for a birthday celebration, I was more than happy. I told her that I knew that she just wanted to take advantage of my barely legal body; she just laughed and said, "You have no idea how right you are." I agreed to be at their house at 10, and we hung up.

I pulled on at large t-shirt and some shorts, and happily bounced down the steps and into the kitchen. My mother was there cooking happily away at breakfast. 

"There's my birthday girl!" she cried out. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks mom." I said

"I'm making your favorite for your day. Pancakes and sausages."

"Link sausages I hope." I said, acting as if I were a small child, demanding things her way on her birthday. She gave me a look that said that I had better watch my step or breakfast might end up on the floor. "Of course. The little Princess must have her way on her day." My big smile and a hug made her smile in return. "Go call your father for breakfast." She told me. "He's in the garage."

Out in the garage my dad was working on his weed eater. "Playing with your toys again I see." I laughed. He stopped what he was doing, and gruffly said, "Repairing. Not playing." He then looked over his shoulder, and smiled. "Happy birthday my dear." He gave me his usual, big bear hug, nearly lifting off my feet. "Come on and get some breakfast while it's hot." We went in and joined mom in the kitchen.

While eating mom asked what I had planned for today. "Well now that I'm 18, I'm going to go to the store, buy a carton of cigarettes, and smoke them all. Just because I can." My dad laughed, but my mom scowled and said I had better be joking. "You know I'm a good little girl. No smoking. No drinking. No drugs. I'm the most boring girl in school." My mom just shook her head. "I'm going to a friend's house. I want to swim, tan, and just lounge around." 

"Well we want to take you out to dinner tonight." My dad said. We agreed that if I wasn't home by 6, that I would meet them at an Italian restaurant downtown at 7.

After helping to clean up some, I went up and took a quick shower. I made sure I was well shaved everywhere. I knew that there would be hands touching my body soon, so I wanted to be nice and smooth all over. I put on my bikini and pulled on a shirt and shorts over it. I grabbed a towel, put a dress and shoes on a bag for dinner. I slipped on my sandals and went downstairs. I told my parents that I would see them tonight, and I headed out to my car.

I drove over to Mark and Julie's house. When I got there, I was surprised to see cars that I didn't recognize. I was expecting to be naked within 5 minutes of going through their door, but I was figuring that it wouldn't be happening now. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. 

Julie and Mark answered the door together and greeted me with a big hug. "Happy birthday sexy." They brought me into the house. "We're glad you could come over to join us." Julie said. "You know I've not yet turned down an invitation. I was surprised by the cars in the driveway though. I was expecting one of my usual visits. They smiled and told me not to worry. 

We walked to their den where there were several people waiting. They all looked up and smiled as we entered the room. Julie said in a loud voice, "Everyone, this is Christine. It's her birthday today." Smiles, and calls of "Hi Christine." and "happy birthday." came as a reply. Julie then went on to explain to me that these people were fellow swingers, and that they had come over to help celebrate my birthday. 

Needless to say, I was shocked. They had said that I would be invited to one of their parties once I turned 18, but I never expected that it would happen on the day I turned 18.

Groups and orgies weren't anything new to me, but this really did come as a shock. I looked around the room at the faces before me. Besides Mark and Julie, there were eleven strangers in the room. I got instantly wet knowing that even though I didn't know any of them, we would soon all be naked and have a most intimate knowledge of each other. They were all looking at me, and I blushed like a shy young woman. Mark gave me a hug, "We have told them all about you, now let me introduce them to you."

There were 7 men and 4 women in the room. The first two were married couples. Ron and Michelle were the first introduced. He was 44 and she was 38. They had been married for several years and Michelle had a son who was a freshman in college. Next were Alan and Susan. They were both 25 and had been married less than a year. 

Four single men had also been invited. Ben and Larry, both in their mid twenties, were coworkers at a local restaurant that had been picked up one evening by Julie while Mark had been out of town. Ian, while technically not single, was there without his wife because she was at work. Finally there was Evan. Evan was the only black man in the room. Even if he hadn't been, he still would have stood out. He was nearly 6 and a half feet tall and built like a football player. 

The only single woman in the room was Valerie. She moved to Nashville from Alabama, to be a country music star. She had the voice it seemed but not the luck. She was working in a grocery store when a boyfriend introduced her to the swinging scene. The boyfriend was gone, but not the sexual desire. 

Next came the most attractive woman in the room. She couldn't be more than 20, full C breasts, long straight red hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. I barely held back a giggle when she was introduced as Scarlet. She piped up and notified me that her parents thought it was the perfect name when they saw the red hair that she had been born with. I was slightly confused by the fact that she was sitting in the lap of a man who was well past old enough to be her father. Richard was in his late 50's but still quite good looking. His hand was wrapped around her and he was kneading her thigh. Mark leaned in and whispered "sugar daddy" into my ear.

I then paused. Even though I went there to get fucked, all those new faces caused me to forget what I was supposed to do. Thankfully Julie knew what needed doing. I felt her arms wrap around me from behind, her hands moving over my body. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I looked at the people watching me be undressed. She kissed my neck and continued exploring with her hands. 

When she pulled the ties on the back of my bikini top and removed it, I could see the lust in the eyes of those watching. Julie played with my nipples. Squeezing, twisting, and pulling on them. She knew they are sensitive and that I love them being played with. Her hands slid down my stomach and untied the string on my shorts, pushing them and my bikini bottoms down around my ankles. 

So there I was. Standing as naked as I was when I was born exactly 18 years before. This time I had a room full of people where there to fuck me. It wasn't as if I hadn't had sex with a group of people before, but I had some serious butterflies in my stomach. It had been a long time since I had been this nervous. So I was thankful for what Julie did next. 

She turned me sideways where I saw Mark standing there. He had stripped naked as Julie stripped me. She put her hands on my shoulders, and said, "It's time to show everybody what you love doing with that beautiful mouth of yours." She gently pushed me down to my knees in front of Mark. His semi erect cock stood out in front of me. It made it much easier to take my mind off the eyes staring at me when I took his 7 inch cock in my hand and started stroking it. I leaned in and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. Swirling it around and getting it good and wet. I lifted it up and ran my tongue down the underside of it to his balls. I took turns sucking them into my mouth. First one then the other all while his cock was draped over my face. I went back to sucking him into my mouth. One hand was working his cock, and the other was playing with his balls.

I felt Marks hands on my head, and he began to thrust into my mouth. I could hear Julie undressing, but I was unable to see her because her husband was holding my head in place. I tried to turn and see, but Mark wouldn't let me. I felt her hands between my legs, pushing them apart. She slid between my legs and started licking and playing with my pussy. I moaned and squirmed. 

She was so good with her tongue. Making it hard for me to concentrate on Mark. But he just continued fucking my mouth. 

After a few more minutes Mark started to groan. I knew him well enough to know that he was soon to cum. I was ready for it. Ready to swallow every drop. So I was let down when he quickly pulled out of my mouth and said he didn't want to cum just yet. He stepped away and let go of my head. 

I finally was able to look down between my legs and see Julie's beautiful eyes looking up at me as her tongue explored my pussy. 

I then looked at the other people in the room. They were now in various stages of undress. They were all still watching me, but every cock had a hand around it, and every pussy had fingers in them. They were all watching the live porn show that I was putting on for them. I was mesmerized by what I was doing and what I was seeing. 

Julie's fingers and tongues brought me back to my part in the show. I ground my pussy onto her mouth. I put my hand on her head and rode her tongue. The tension built up inside me until my orgasm caused me to cry out. I fell to my hands and knees, and heard a gasp from those watching. 

I crawled off of Julie and rolled over to sit down. It seemed as if my orgasm signaled the start of the orgy proper. Susan and Michelle had started sucking on Alan's cock, while Ron licked Michelle from behind. Scarlet lay on her side on the couch. She was greedily sucking on Ian's cock as Richard slowly began pumping his into her pussy. Ben and Larry stood by and stroked their cocks as they watched the beautiful redhead get it from both ends. Then I saw a glorious thing. Valerie and Evan were on the floor in a 69. She was trying her best, but his massive, 10 inch cock was just too big. She just couldn't get more than the head into her mouth. She used both hands to jerk it off, and kept her tongue moving all over it. 

I got up and walked over between Ben and Larry. I took their cocks in my hands and took over stroking them. I asked if they enjoyed seeing Scarlet getting fucked. And they replied that they did. Then, without taking my eyes off of Scarlet and her ecstasy, I asked the boys if they wanted to be my first legal fucks. They seemed to pause for a long time, letting the idea process in their minds. 

In response, they pulled me down to the floor. Larry in front of me, and Ben behind. Their hands grabbed at my breasts and ass and pussy. Larry and I kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Ben pushed the fingers of his right hand into my pussy as his left grabbed at my breast. Larry backed away from me, and Ben pushed me down to my hands and knees. Instantly Larry pushed his cock into my face, and I happily sucked it into my mouth. Ben continued to finger my pussy for just a moment, but he was eager to fuck me. I felt the head of his cock inch its way into me, but then he suddenly shoved the rest of it in. I gasped and nearly choked on Larry, but managed not to. 

The two friends quickly fell into a rhythm. It wasn't the usual one in and one out rhythm though. They both thrust into me at the same time. Filling me up in a way I had never been done before was a thrill to me. I enjoyed the feeling of being pinned between them. I could hear them talking about me. "Damn, what a sexy little girl." And "This is as barely legal as barely legal gets." 

With a slap to my ass I felt both cocks pull out of me, and I was told to turn around. Now it was Larry's turn to fuck me, and Ben's turn to have his cock sucked. They continued to fuck me for what seemed like a blissful eternity before I heard Ben say he was about to cum. He pumped into my mouth a few more times before I felt his cum jet into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but a few drops escaped my lips as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. 

Larry, though wasn't through with me just yet. Now that his friend was done in my mouth, he started talking to me.

"You love getting fucked, don't you?" He asked.

"God yes!" was my reply.

"I'm about to cum" he told me "Where do you want it?"

"Inside me."

"Say it like you mean it."

"FUCKING CUM IN MY FUCKING PUSSY, DAMN IT!" I cried.

With a laugh he slapped my ass and picked up the pace even more. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he held on tight to me. Another orgasm was quickly building within me. Then, with a groan, he pulled me back against him and held me there. His body stiffened, and I could feel his cock jerk and spasm deep inside me. Jet after hot jet of his semen coated the inside of my pussy. Al l these sensations quickly pushed me over the edge. 

The muscles in my pussy tensed up around his cock. My arms gave out and I collapsed onto the floor with my ass still up in the air. I gasped, trying to catch my breath. He continued to pump into me, but each time just a little less deeply than before, until he completely pulled out. 

I rolled onto my side, and put my hand between my legs, trying to keep his cum inside me. I scooped it out of me and brought my hand to my mouth. I licked our mixed cum off of my fingers, enjoying every bit. "Damn, what a nasty little girl" Larry said. "I think I'm in love." I simply smiled in response.

The sound in the room was amazing. All the grunting, groaning, and moaning was quite loud. All I wanted to do at the moment was to rest for a bit and watch. Mark was sitting on the couch next to Richard. Julie was riding Richard, facing him, and Susan was riding Mark, but facing away. The two women were locked in an embrace and were making out as they rode the two men. Scarlet was riding Ron, and Michelle was between his legs licking his balls all while Alan fucked her from behind. And Valerie was riding Evan but was having a hard time of it. He was so big that she had to take her time and go at her own pace. 

Ian came over and sat down beside me and we watched the action together. We chatted as we sat there, and he told me how he had met Julie and Mark through mutual swinger friends. He told me about his wife. She was a nurse at a local hospital, and was unable to get out of work that day. She had wanted to come and help celebrate my birthday, but couldn't. He invited me to come visit them sometime so the two of us could meet, and I said I would love to. 

As we sat there, I reached over and took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked it. "Does your wife mind your coming here alone to fuck other women?" I asked. "Not at all. She enjoys watching me with other women." "Good" I replied, and I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked him good and hard. I wanted him to have a good story to tell his wife when he got home and she asked for all the details.

When he was good and hard I turned around and straddled him, and sat in his lap. His cock was between our stomachs, and I reached down and took hold of it as I leaned in and kissed him. Then without breaking the kiss, I lifted up, positioned his cock, then slid all the way down onto it. I grunted into his mouth, and it caused him to smile. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest, and started to ride him. 

We never stopped kissing as his moved up and down my back. They lingered each time on my ass when they go there. He seemed to enjoy grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart and kneading them. 

I broke our kiss and whispered into his ear, "I take it you prefer ass to tits." He simply nodded and let one of his fingers slip over my asshole. I shuddered at the touch, and he just smiled more than he already was. He took it as an invitation to play even more. He used his middle finger to tease my asshole. Pressing on it and making small circles around it. My lack of complaint made him even braver. He reached down to where his cock was sliding in and out of my pussy. Getting his fingers wet he then proceeded to insert a finger into my ass. I gasped loudly and stopped riding him as he lubed up my ass. A second finger was soon worked into me, and I just sat there with my eyes closed and my mouth open. I finally looked into his eyes and said "Do you want to fuck my ass?" "More than anything." was his reply.

I got off of him and turned around. That is when I realized that I was being watched again. I oddly blushed as I reached between my legs for his cock. I positioned him at the opening to my ass, and slowly used my weight to get him into me. I played with my pussy as I slowly rode him. He pulled me back and forward on him. By the time I had fully gotten going, everybody in the room was watching me again. Everybody seemed transfixed by the sight of a young girl riding a cock with her ass. I just looked back into their eyes and I continued happily along.




My 18th Birthday



After a just a couple of minutes, I asked, "Don't any of you want to DP me?" 

It was like a mini stampede as Mark, Alan, and Ron jumped up at once and ran over to me. Ron made it to me first and quickly dropped down to his knees. I took my legs behind my knees, and pulled them up and apart. He reached out and rubbed my freshly shaven pussy, he seemed unable to believe what he was about to get to do. How many men get to DP a girl on her 18th birthday?

He moved forward and rubbed the head of his cock between my pussy lips. Up and down, up and down. I looked him in the eyes and asked "please?" And with that he leaned in and pushed his cock deep into me. I love having two cocks inside me at the same time. I feel so full, so happy and content. 

They then began to fuck me in earnest. They got 

their rhythm going, but I could tell it wasn't going to be a long wait before Ron came. He had been close while fucking Scarlet earlier, and now I was about to push him over the edge. He tensed up and he came inside me. When he pulled out he crawled back over to his wife and she sucked his cock into her mouth. 

Ron's semen was running out of me and down between my legs onto Ian, but that didn't stop Alan from quickly replacing him. He dropped to his knees and easily slid his cock into me. They were fucking away at me when I heard Susan say, "Hey Rich, she has another free hole. Go let us see her suck your cock too." Richard got up and walked over to stand next to me. I leaned over towards him, and he took my head in his hands, and guided his cock into my mouth. 

I loved the feeling of being the center of attention of these three men. Their hands fighting for control of my body. Pushing and pulling me around on their cocks. Alan was taking long, forceful strokes in and out of me pussy. Nearly pulling out each time before slamming all the way back into me. This caused me to grunt around Richards cock every time, and it made it impossible for Ian to hold back any longer. 

He dug his fingers deeply into my hips as his cock shot its load into my ass. I could feel his body totally relax under me. Alan said I needed another hard cock in me, and pulled me off of Ian without ever pulling out of me. He rolled over onto his back, and used his hands to spread my ass wide. Richard looked down and the moved behind me to fill the vacancy left by Ian. They worked into a good rhythm with Richard pushing me up and off of Alan with each thrust, and Alan pulled me back down onto him each time Richard pulled out. 

I saw Julie move over to Ian and begin to clean his cock and balls with her tongue. Licking up all the cum from various men that covered it. Mark then stepped in the way of my view of his beautiful wife, and shoved his cock into my mouth. He said he hadn't gotten to cum in the birthday girl yet and he was not going to wait any longer. 

The three men began to use me as a living sex toy. Their desire to fulfill their own needs, and ignore my own, was quite a turn on for me. For the most part I had been very good at hiding from people in my daily life the sexual desires and fantasies that pulled at me day and night. There were only a couple people at school who really knew what my sexual appetite was like. And Heaven forbid my parents finding out. I guess you could you say I was closeted, bisexual, nymphomaniac slut. And that secret which I kept closely held from most people was now open knowledge in this room of new acquaintances. 

These three men now knew that secret best of all. They could feel my body writhing, and hear my moans as they fucked me. They forgot their rhythm, and just fucked away as if it was a matter of life and death. They were each focused on fucking their newfound little slut. This openness in front of everyone caused me to have yet another orgasm, but this was the strongest one so far. My back arched, the muscles of my pussy and ass began to spasm. I cried out and Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth. As I fought for air he jerked off and began to cum. Some of it found its way to my mouth, but it mostly sprayed all over my face. Forehead, cheek, chin, nose, even some in my hair.

Seeing this gave Alan and Richard the idea of cumming on my face too. Richard pulled out of me and pulled me off of Alan. They laid me down on my back on the floor, and knelt on either side of my head. I moved my hand between my legs so I could continue playing with my still quivering pussy, while the two men began to jack off. I looked up at them and said, "That's it boys, let me feel you cum on my face." With that they began to cum. Richard's first shot hit me high on the cheek which caused me to close my eyes tight. And that was a good thing because Alan's first load hit right against my nose and onto my closed eye. They milked their cocks, trying to squeeze the last drop out of them and onto my face. I could feel it running down the sides of my face, and up my forehead and into my hair. 

There I lay on the floor. Exhausted men scattered around me. Alan's wife Susan moved over to me. She gently used her fingers and tongue to help clean my face up. When she kissed me, I could taste the men's cum mixed together on her tongue. Though she wasn't all that much older than me, she acted very motherly towards me. Gently nursing me back to reality. 

"Well boys, I think it's time you cooked us some lunch." Julie said.

Several people grunted their consent. "It is well past noon, now isn't it?" Mark said. "I'll go fire up the grill and we'll get to cookin'."

"I think the ladies should all go swimming and clean up before we eat." announced Michelle. This too was greeted as a good idea by the women. Mark helped me to my feet and we all made our way outside to the back yard. I noticed that nobody glanced around to see if it were possible that any neighbors could see from their house. I took this to mean that everybody there had already been in the back yard at some previous time. With the way their fence was built, it was impossible for somebody to look into the back yard without leaning a tall ladder against the fence. 

Even though the air was nice and warm, I was worried the water would be cold. I dipped my toes into the water to check the temperature. Sure enough it was still quite cold. I knew the only way to get in was to just go for it. I stood at the edge and looked into the water. I closed my eyes. I leaned forward and felt the rush as gravity pulled me down toward the water.