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Me & Mom

By: gamma33



When I walked into the kitchen, Mom was at the sink, peeling a breakfast orange. She had only moments before, gotten out of bed and paused only to throw a light robe on. Going to stand behind her, I wrapped my arms around her to cup her breasts in my hands. "My god," she muttered. "are you still horny after last night?"

"Mom, I'm always horny where you're concerned." I slipped one hand inside the robe to cup a bare breast and being rewarded to find a firm nipple in my palm. She stopped her task, dropping the fruit in the sink and leaned her head back onto my shoulder. I bent my head to kiss the area of her neck just below her ear. As I nuzzled her with my lips, she grasped my head with one hand while covering my hand that was at her bare tit with the other. I reached down with my free hand and slipped the belt that held her robe closed and, pulling it open, ran my hand over her warm belly and into the furry patch below.

"Oh god, love," she whispered, "oh god," as my index finger found the little button of her clit.

I rubbed it gently and she began breathing heavily. She pushed against the counter top edge

to exert more pressure on my hand at her clit, slowly rolling her body slightly from side to side. "Do it, Lover, make me cum with your finger."

I pushed my hand further, parting the lips of her

pussy with my fingers, all the time keeping pressure on her clit with the palm of my hand. She was getting wetter and wetter and with no trouble, my finger slipped into her cunt, quickly followed by a second. As soon as she felt the penetration, Mom began to rock back and forth, moaning with the pleasure she was receiving. To increase her pleasure, I began to pinch and roll the nipple I had captured. "Oh god, yes, lover, yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, god, fuck me, make me cum."

* * * * *

It had all begun the night before. Mom and I had gone out to dinner together. We had to wait for a table and we did so at the bar, where she had a couple of Scotches while I, at only 18, had to settle for cokes. Later, while we ate, she had a couple more drinks and she had gotten a little tipsy. That was okay, I was driving.

When we got home, Mom had thrown her arms around me and kissed me somewhat passionately. "You're a good boy, Davey, to put up with an old broad like your mother," she slurred, "when you could be out with a nice girl."

"I'd rather be out with you, Mom, You're all the girl I want."

For a long time I had looked at my mother sexually. Truthfully, I wanted to fuck her. She was in her early forties but looked much younger,

she had never let herself go to pot. For all the years before Dad had died, I had heard the two of them in their bedroom at night, making love, wishing I could watch what went on, especially when I would hear her crying out in ecstasy, "Oh god, Warren, I'm cumming..oh god..don't stop..I'm cumming." I'd lay there on my lonely bed, jacking off and shooting my gooey sperm all over my belly.

I took the chance, while we embraced, of grasping her behind and pulling her against the hard-on in my pants that had quickly. When she didn't resist, I slowly rubbed myself against her. Then, to my amazement, she had pushed her tongue into my mouth and swayed her body against mine as we continued to kiss.

"Ooo," she whispered thru the kiss, "somebody's got a hard-on. Does it feel good, Davey? Do you want your mommy to take care of it for you?"

"Mom," I answered huskily, "I want to fuck you. Can we go to bed and fuck?" She immediately stepped back and, in a low voice, said, "Oh Baby, you're not supposed to fuck your mother. That's a no-no, don't you know?"

"I don't care, Mom, I just want to fuck you and make you feel good the way Dad used to do. I want

to suck your tits, lick your pussy, to hear you when you cum. Is that so wrong?"

"Oh, Davey," she replied, "I want to feel that way again too, it's been such a long time. I wish

you could fuck me."

"Come on, Mom, I can, I can. Come to bed with me and let me make you feel as good as Dad used to, please, Mom, I can do it."

She gazed back into my pleading eyes for the longest time, then said, "I'll go to bed with you, baby, and I'll take care of you. We won't fuck but I'll take care of you," she said, almost sternly. "Come on, we'll go to bed now. I don't want you to suffer like I do."

We had gone upstairs to her bedroom and, after each using the bathroom, proceeded to get undressed. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she

slowly revealed her naked body to me, then, pulling the bedspread aside, she got into bed. I stripped off my boxers that had tented over my rampant cock and then stood there gazing at her until she patted the bed next to her and said, "Come here, baby. Let mammy take care of you."

I got onto the bed and lay down next to her, reveling in the warmth of her body, feeling her tits pressed against me as she took hold of my cock. She began to stroke her hand up and down, drawing the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive purple head. "Good lord, Davey, you're every bit as your Dad," she said softly, continuing to pump my prick. I wasn't going to last too long and I twisted slightly so that I could cup one of her tits in my hand.

"Do you like feeling my boob, baby? Does it feel good?"

"God, yes, Mom, it does feel good. Can I touch your pussy too?", I answered huskily. 

"In a minute, baby, in a minute," and she began to speed up the strokes. "Does that feel good? will you tell me when you're going to cum?"

"Oh god, yes, Mom, it feels awful good. I'm gonna cum, I can feel it, yes, OH GOD! I'M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!! HERE IT CUMS!!" and with that my jism shot out of my cock, arching over the both of us. As she continued pumping, I spurted again and again. As the last of my cum dribbled out, Mom leaned over and licked it off my cock, then, still holding the shaft in her hand, took the purple head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she sucked me dry.

"Did that feel good, Davey? Did you like that?"

"God yes," I gasped between breaths, "It felt wonderful."

Mom released her hold on my now shrinking rod and got off the bed, going to her bathroom to return a few minutes later with a warm, wet washcloth. She proceeded to wash the jism off the both of us, then, satisfied we were both clean, tossed the cloth onto the floor and lay back down beside me.

"If you want," she said, "You can touch my pussy now. Just touch it, Okay?" I rolled onto my side and, reaching over her slightly, ran my hand over her slightly rounded belly and into the thatch of curly brown hair. I let my fingers go further until I could feel the beginning of the lips of her labia.

As I traced one finger back and forth, she parted her legs slightly and I heard her moan softly. At the top of her nether lips, a small button, her clit began to harden, slowly peeking out from its hood. I rubbed it gently in a circular motion and heard a gasp. Her hips rose slightly and began an undulating movement as I continued to rub, first with one finger, then two. When I looked at her face, expecting her to tell me to stop, her eyes were closed and her mouth open as her breathing became more and more ragged. I was getting my mother off!!

Raising up on one elbow, I leaned over and put my mouth to her nearest breast, sucking the hard, erect nipple. Mom put one hand behind my head, holding me to her breast, while with the other on my hand at her pussy as I continued ministering to her clit. She clasped her hand over mine, pressing it hard against her. Her legs parted further and she drew her knees up. "Harder, love, harder," she moaned. "Rub it hard. Make me cum, baby, make me cum."

The harder I rubbed, the more her hips began bouncing off the bed, thrusting against my hand, all the while pressing down with hers. "Oh, fuck me, Davey, fuck me," she was almost screaming. I dipped two fingers into her cunt, plunging them against her thrusts which were now becoming more and more rapid. "Deeper, baby, deeper and harder," she was now screaming loudly. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum...oh god, don't stop, baby, don't stop...oh god it feels so good."

I suddenly saw this was my chance to fuck her. Leaving her tit, I scrambled to get on my knees between her spread legs, all the time keeping my fingers probing her cunt. Once I was in position, I withdrew my fingers and guided my prick to her love tunnel and pushed in, sinking my full seven inches into her.

Almost at once her body stiffened and I thought she was going to push me out and off her but, instead, she gave a long, low moan and I realized she had climaxed. For what seemed several minutes she remained, her hips thrust up, straining against me, her cunt convulsing on my cock. Then, slowly, she came down off her high, her hips falling back, almost pulling my prick out of her wet cunt. I pushed myself back into her, staying as deep as I could.

As I watched her face, the strained look faded and she opened her eyes to look up at me. She suddenly realized it was my cock buried in her cunt and an almost horror came over her as I started to piston my cock into her dripping pussy.

"Oh no, no, baby. You shouldn't do this, please baby, please," she protested. But her body said something different and she began thrusting up to meet my every plunge. "Oh god, Davey, oh god, you're fucking your mother!!" she cried, Oh god, we mustn't, oh god, it feels so good...I don't want to stop."

I was beginning to perspire and as I leaned over her, drops of my seat were dripping onto her beautiful tits. She reached to wipe it away, rubbing the moisture over her still distended nipples, grinding away at them, gripping them in her fingers, she pulled and twisted them. "Oh god,

Davey, fuck me, fuck me," she moaned over and over, "Make me cum, baby. Fuck your mother and make her cum again."

I slipped my arms under her knees, forcing her hips up as I continued pumping my prick in and out. Since she had only moments ago jerked me off, I wasn't about to cum right away but it didn't diminish the ultimate pleasure I was feeling. I was finally fucking my beautiful mother and I wanted it to go on and on.

"Come on, Mom, cum for me, cum for you're fucking son," I managed to mutter. "cum and show me how much you like me fuckin' you."

"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered back. "I love you fucking me, fucking me so hard, so good." She began panting hard, much as I was, gasping for breath. "Oh fuck, fuck, god, I'm gonna cum again,

I'm gonna cummm!". Her body began to tense up again and she grabbed me around my waist, pushing up to me as best she could. "I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, DAVEY, OH GOD, I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!!" Her eyes closed as once more she concentrated on her climax...a continuous moan burst from her parted lips. As she strained against me, I pushed my prick into her as far as I could, holding it there.

As the waves of her rapture slowed, she again relaxed and I started my motions again. This time I knew I wouldn't be long reaching my own orgasm. In minutes I felt the familar signs as my ball-sack tightened up and my jism began to boil up my shaft. I pushed as deeply as I could as my cum exploded into Mom's cunt.

"HERE IT COMES, MOM, HERE IT CUMS!! YES..YES... YESSS!!" With each spurt I tried to get deeper, to plant my juices right at her womb.

As the last of my jism dribbled into her, I collapsed, falling forward onto Mom, exhausted. We had been fucking for almost an hour and the wonderful exertions had drained me. Mom pushed me off her body and in no time, I was sound asleep.

When I awoke, refreshed, late the next morning, I was alone in bed. The pile of clothing that we had left on the floor the night before was gone. I jumped out of bed...I had to pee something awful. After I had emptied my bladder and, without bother to put anything on, went downstairs to the kitchen.

* * * * *

Mom was breathing heavily again, just the way she did before when she became sexually excited. Her love honey was seeping out of her cunt, around my fingers, running down her thighs, as I continued to finger-fuck her.

"God, Davey, it feels so good! You make me feel so damned good. I'm gonna cum in a minute, just don't stop, please don't stop."

"I won't stop Mom. I want you to cum and cum and cum," I whispered in her ear. "Then," I continued,

I'm going to lick your pussy and make you cum some more. Would you like that?"

"Oh god, yes, Davey, yes, yes, yes."

We both had so much time to make up for, she for the more than six months since Dad died, and me for all those lonely nights, jerking off in bed as

I dreamed of fucking her.

Me & Mom



I'd never thought about incest until the day I turned 18.  Before that, of course, I didn't do anything sexual, because kids under 18 don't do that kind of stuff or even think about it.  Back then, I had a 9 and 1/2 inch cock, and a lot of pubic hair.  It was more as I got older.  My dad traveled a lot because he was a traveling salesman and they tend to do that, so my brother and I were often alone with our mom for a week at a time. Mom was nothing extraordinary: stringy brown hair, quite a bit overweight, thick glasses, and very small breasts that were nonetheless quite saggy. She had a fairly nice moustache, though, and a large  mole on her chin with three hairs growing from it.

On my 18th birthday my mom sent my brother to school which really wasn't necessary because he was going anyway since he was the best student our family had ever had and was proud of his 2.05 grade point average in shop and business classes.  He could even use an adding machine, and we were all very proud of him.  Mom let me stay home because I had been expelled for beating my meat in the cafeteria and there wasn't much to loose since the school wouldn't let me in even if I showed up.  Also she wanted me to open my 18th birthday presents early although it really wasn't. 

When I got to the last present, Mom went upstairs to shower because she hadn't had one since my brother's 18th birthday about a month before.  Yeah, I always wondered about that, too. The last gift was just a little card. I opened it and it said, "To My Son, Happy Birthday!!!!!, Love Mom." But at the very bottom, it said, "Run up to my bathroom for your BIG present!"  It looked suspiciously like a Xerox copy, but I was too excited to inspect it very closely.

I was so excited I was in the bathroom with a 9 and 1/2 inch boner and lots of pubic hair in a matter of seconds. 

She peeked out coyly from behind the curtain and told me not to be nervous and to take off my cloths. I did as she said. As my pants came down my cock flopped out, boiinnnggg. She asked me to join her in the shower, and my cock shot up instantly and bobbed up and down up and down up and down. I stepped into the shower and saw her big, beautiful bush. It was thick, dripping wet, and a real pelt. Mom was solid hair from her belly button almost to her knees. It was the most harioust thing I had ever seen in my life.   I reached out to touch it and she said, "Not yet," and playfully slapped my hand away with the bunion chisel she always kept handy in the shower.

Her face came closer and closer until she kissed me deeply with her mouth. Her breath was like warm spoiled herring, but I was so excited I didn't care.  I reciprocated, our tongues entwining as my hoarmones rummaged around all over the place. Then with her lips, she traced down my body until she arrived at my rock hard 9 and 1/2 inch cock sticking out of my thick pubic hair and bobbing ... well, you know. 

She grasped my throbbing dick and pulled the fourskin back. The smegma under there was like mustard on a hot dog.  I put my hands on the back of her head and guided it until her lips touched the tip of my cock. I guess it must have been the smell or taste, because Mom turned her head, gagged convulsively, then vomited loudly and voluminously onto the floor of the shower.  Her large breakfast of biscuits and gravy, oatmeal, home fries, and scrambled eggs smothered in catsup and guaccamolley made interesting patterns as the shower spray herded it towards the drain and down.

When she was empty, Mom shook her head to clear it, wrinkled her nose, and said, "Jesus H. Christ, Ronald, how long's it been since you warshed that thing?"

I was pretty embarrassed, because my last shower had been after gym at school.  I'd been expelled five weeks before.

She said, "Wait right there and don't move."  I didn't.  Move, that is.

Mom got out of the shower and rummaged around in the cabinet under the bathroom sink.  When she rejoined me, she was carrying a can of Ajax Industrial Strength Cleanser and the wire brush she used on her corns.  In only ten or fifteen minutes of brisk labor, she had my 9 and 1/2 inch cock shiny clean and almost as good as new.

She wrapped her lips around my stiff rod, which was 2 inches thick at the time and still the aforementioned length. I was in heaven. She sucked my cock in and out in and out, stopping only occasionally to sneeze because my thick public hair tickled her nose. Wow I thought. What a birthday present and from my own Mom who really isn't that much of a dog.

When I knowed I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer I said, "Mom, I'm about to shoot my jizzm." I guess she didn't want me to, because she bit my dick really hard and whacked my right nut briskly with her chisel. It was a very versatile tool. Needless to say, that cooled my ardour a little, but at least I didn't go off like the aurora borealis as I thought I was going to do. 

Then she left the shower, drying every part of herself except her bush and ass which she had only rinsed. She went downstairs and I followed with my dick leading the way. She stopped in the dining room. Slowly, she bent onto the dinner table, her chest resting on its surface. 

She told me to put my cock into her pussey from the rear in back. I was excited by the idea but at the same time hesitant because there was no sign of a pussey back there. All I could see was hair which covered her from the small of her back halfway to her knees. 

I stuck my dick in there somewhere in the middle, though, and rummaged around until I eventually found a spot that wasn't hair. I figured that had to be pussey. As I put it in, Mom moaned in pleasure. There was a PrBBrrrrrAFlummmmppppppp sound as the air was forced out of her pussey. An aroma that reminded me of the time our cocker spaniel fell into the septic tank wafted to my sensitive nostrils and caused my eyes to water.

I grabbed her hips and began to pump myself in and out of her. I was enjoying myself, even though my eyes were burning. Even more I was enjoying her moans of pleasure as I went deeper with each thrust. 

Mom must have cummed seven or 8 times, and it was all I could to to keep from going off like a roaming candle.

Just as I thought I was going to shoot my jizzm, she said, "Let's to out to the patio, dear. It's getting a little ... close in here."

Well I didn't have to be told more than once, and we marched outside with my 9 and 1/2 inch dick leading the way.

She draped herself over a railing near the pool and told me to take up where I had left off before which was in the house. Finding her pussey was easier this time, and when I plunged my dick into her there was a BrrrrrtttFlumppppp noise and a not unpleasant odor reminiscent of mildewed carpet.

I plunged in and out of her pussey until she had three or 4 more orgasms, and I was getting to the point where I thought I was going to go off like a ham grenadine. 

Just when I thought I was going to spew my seed, I got a bright idea. I pulled the entire slimy length of my 9 and 1/2 inch love muscle out of her pussey and started poking around in that mass of hair, trying to find her ass hole.

When I finally found something that didn't feel like hair or pussey, I figured that must be puckered portal to her rectam. I put the tip of my throbbing manhood at the entrance and pushed hard.

Mom yelled, "No! Not there! I've got bad hemorrhoids, and besides, I haven't had my morning ...... AIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

I was not to be denied, and I slammed the entire 9 and 1/2 inches of my boner into her tender butt hole, and mom was all like, "UNNGGggghhhhhhhhhhhh" and "WoooWoooWooo."

After a couple minutes of hard pounding from me and frantic hollering from Mom, I knew I couldn't hold back my jizzm any longer. Just at that moment, Mom yelled, "Ohhhhh, My God, I'm gonna ..........."

I thought she meant that she was going to cum, but I was wrong. Boy, was I ever wrong. I felt an intense pressure inside Mom's rectim, which was tightly plugged by my penis, and I knew something was going to give. Well, something did give, and it was me!

I was forcibly expelled from Mom's backside, and I ended up in a sitting position with my hardon still hard, staring at her hairy butt with something horrible about to happen in the middle of it. I closed my eyes and mouth just in time, and there was an awful, wet "BrrtFluuuuumppppaaFlummmpaPloppp" sound.

Well, suffice it to say that it was the worst experience of my life and not at all what I had expected as a eighteenth birthday gift. 

When it was over, I crawled over to the edge of the pool and tumbled headfirst into the deep end. When I finally surfaced, Mom was using the hose to wash the effluent off the concrete into the pool. I quickly headed for the extreme other end. After Mom finished hosing off herself and the patio, she disappeared into the house.

I sat there in the shallow end of the pool, thinking about how a wonderful birthday surprise had ended in such tragedy. I couldn't blame Mom, because she had only good intentions, and her heart was in the right place. It was just terribly, terribly unfortunate timing. About then, the pool filtration unit gave a strangled "Weemp" and shut down. I headed into the house to call the pool service.

Mom and I didn't have much to say to each other, and we pretended we weren't home when the pool service guy came. We could hear his muttering and curses, though, while he used a net and vacuum to tend to the pool. I watched through a hole in the curtain as he carried the old filter out to his truck on the end of a long pole. 

That bitter experience changed my life. The next day, I packed my meager belongings, bid my family adoo, and left home, never to return. Within a few days, I had found what I considered the ideal life for a young man of my experience and abilities. I became a monk. Since that time I have lived a life of quiet contemplation in a community of brothers located in a desert wilderness. We are simple shepherds, live a spartan life, and eat a diet consisting entirely of root vegetables.

POSTSCRIPT

All that, of course, was many years ago, and we've all passed a lot of water since then. I've lived the simple monastic life for all this time, and now I'm the Abbott of our order, mainly through simple longevity. One of the nice things about my order is that monks are encouraged to marry. This may seem unusual to the layman, but it works well for us.

As have most of my brothers, I've outlived several wives. Strange how that happens. I loved each of them deeply, though, and we shared good lives together. Well, it's time for this old man to go to bed. My fourth wife hates to bed down alone, and I always try my best to please my beloved Ewegenia. _________________________________

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Me & Mom, Living as Man & Wife Ch. 01



John came home from a bad date, sexually frustrated. As he came in quietly as to not wake up his mother, he heard noises from her room. Her door was ajar, so she must not have expected him home so soon. He peaked in to see his mother fucking herself with a vibrator.

John has always been attracted to his mother since he was a horny young teenager. Then something caught his eye, her old pair of panties he came in were on her bed. Shit, he thought, she discovered them under my mattress. He made a worried sigh as he tried to hide behind a corner behind her doorway incase she heard him.

Inara had heard the door creaking downstairs and knew her son was home and probably frustrated again. It was time to make her move. She had laid everything out and had heard his footfalls on the stairs. She started the vibrator and her moans, and then called out, "I'm in my room son, if you want to talk about it."

"About what mom?" John asked, feeling guilty it was the panties of hers that she found under his mattress.

"About you're getting turned down again. Would it make you feel better if there was a woman for you to fuck?"

"That's always preferable mom... "John said as he walked in and stopped in his tracks as he stared at her fucking herself with the vibrator. He figured he'd play along as it seemed she was going to let him live his fantasy of fucking his own mother.

"Come and make me scream. I'm sure you can do better than my vibrator," Inara purred.

John grinned at his mother, his hard-on making a tent in his pants. He asked in disbelief, "Are you serious mom?"

"Very serious. Come on, big boy. Show mommy you know how to use it."

John grinned wickedly and stripped down to be as naked as she was. He lay on top of his mother, he kissed her deeply. He eased his cock head to her pussy lips for the first time. His dick sinking deep in his mother.

"Yes, son, yes," she purred.

John thrusted in harder and harder, faster and faster. This was no trick or trap; this is for real John thought. He grinned his wickedest smile and thrusted his cock deeper and deeper into his mother's womb.

Inara dug her nails into his shoulders to urge him on.

John moved with even more force and speed, "Ohhhhh Mom!"

Inara moaned. She had waited a long time for this moment. Her grown-up son riding her like the man she knew he was.

John was excited to finally get to fuck his mother, even more glad and surprised to find she is more than willing. He had waited for this night since he was thirteen. He was now 18 and getting ready to start college. Now he wanted to live somewhere near campus so he didn't have to leave his mother. He pounded her pussy harder and deeper with these thoughts.

"Oh, yes, oh yes," she moaned.

John plopped her tit in his mouth as he had his way with his mom. He sucked on her nipple for the first time since he was a baby. His cock slid in and out hard and fast. Fucking her deeper by the stroke.

"Yes, momma's boy, momma's boy."

"That's right mommy, I'm your little boy. Look at me, look at me mommy, I'm fucking, I'm fucking you mommy," John replied as he plowed into his mothers cunt harder and faster. Feeling a pressure build in his loins, he knew he would cum soon.

Inara gripped her son's face and pulled it down to hers so that she could kiss him hard while he rode her.

John kisses his mother very deeply. He sucked on her tongue as she sucked on his in the kiss. He jammed into her womb deep, releasing his first load of cum ever to be injected deep into his mother's cunt.

John thrusted in and out, trying to rock his mother's world.

Oh yes he was making Inara so wet, "Harder son harder. Fuck me like I'm your last breath."

"As you wish, mom," fucking my mom harder and faster, deeper and deeper. 

Inara spread her legs wider and gasp as he hits her g-spot. "Oh yes! OH YES!"

Pounding his mother's pussy harder and harder, deeper and wilder, "OH MOM, oh god MOM, YES!" 

Her muscles squeezing him in deeper working him towards cumming, "I'm going to cum my son!"

John moan as he fucked harder & faster, "Me too, mommmy!" 

"I can't hold back," Inara screamed as she started cumming on her son's cock.

John's cock spasms as he shoots his sperm into his own mother's womb "Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes mother!"

"That's it baby boy!" She digs her nails into his back marking him as her own.

"Mmmmmm yes mom. But, what if I get you pregnant?" he asks, breathing hard. 

"Then we will raise our daughter," she replied.

"Want to move somewhere else and live as a couple?" John asked.

"I would love to my son," Inara replied. She added, "As long you continue to fuck mommy like this, I don't mind."

"It'll be my pleasure, mommy!" John exclaimed. 

"Good now I want you to fuck me in my ass," Inara demanded of her son.

John pulls his dick out of her pussy with a plop sound, "Roll over, mom."

Inara eagerly rolls over already getting wet again at the thought of her son's cock invading her tight ass hole.

John shoves his dick in his mother's asshole, fucking harder and faster, holding onto her hips, "I love your tight ass, mom."

Inara moans, "I love you fucking my tight ass son." She moans some more.

"Oh mom, you're the best lover I've ever had," John said fucking his own mother's ass harder & deeper. 

"I know son, I know," Inara moans and can feel her ass getting nice and sore from the fucking. She moans, "My pussy is so wet I'm about to cum again."

John reaches around his mother, rubbing her clit with his fingers as he fucks her ass, "I love you. Mom."

"I love you too son!" she replied.

"Glad I'm finally fucking you. I wanted to fuck you since I was 13, mom," John admits while fucking her ass harder and deeper. 

"That's right, ride me baby boy, ride me," Inara moans.

John pounds his mother's ass harder and faster, "Mmmm Mom."

"Oh yes my son yes!" Inara moans out.

"Ohhh, mom, your great at this," John fucks her ass wilder and wilder.

Inara clenches my ass, drawing John in deeper.

Her squeezing ass milks his cum from his balls, into her.

Inara screams her release and lay there happy and content.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, I love you, Mom!" John exclaimed.

"I love you too son," Inara replied.



Me & Mom, Living as Man & Wife Ch. 02



John brings in the last boxes of their move and closes the door. He places then down on the floor and sees his mom unpacking things in their room. He sneaks behind her and grabs her hips, wrapping an arm around her torso as he kisses her neck.

"Back home from college son?" she purrs, laughing at his exuberance. 

"Just finished moving our things in. We've finally moved to someplace new where we can live as a couple, mom." He replied before turning her head to the side and kissing her deeply.

She shivered in response. Yes he was so much better than his father had ever been. "Do you think you're going to like your new job?"

"I think so. I think I'm going to enjoy sharing the same bedroom with my mother, officially, even more," H said as he laid her on the bed and worked on removing her shirt.

"It is so easy to get things changed when one wants them done," she said with a grin.

"Yeah, I think it's time to celebrate," he finished pulling off her shirt and his lips latched onto her breasts like when he was a baby. This time for a different purpose.

She sucked in a breath, her hands going to his hair as she pulled him in closer.

His hand went to her other breast and he fondled it as he nursed on her nipple.

"That's right John, make mommy proud."

"You got it mom," John replied with one hand on her breast, his mouth on the other while his other hand snuck under her pants and panties, rubbing her clit.

She grinned and moaned as she started to scream.

His mouth went to her other nipple as he began finger-fucking his mother.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," she moaned as she pushed down toward his thrusting fingers.

John then moved down, pulling off her pants and panties. He got his head between her legs as he started licking and sucking on her pussy, "Mmmmm, you taste good Mom!"

"I know, sweet to your lips," she chuckled and then moaned as she leaned against the wall for support.

He ate his mother's pussy harder and harder and probed in her with his tongue.

His tongue slithered in deeper and deeper into his mom.

"Bedroom or floor," she gasped.

"Bedroom, our bedroom," he grinned.

"Then carry me my handsome prince and ravish me," she giggled.

"Yes Mom," He carried his mother to their bed like they were newly-weds. He then stripped himself naked and got in between her legs to mount her. He shoved his long hard dick into his mother's warm, wet pussy.

"Ah, yeah, about time, love," she cooed, wrapping her legs around him.

"Yes Mom, I'm finally where I belong, deep inside your pussy," I moan as I fuck my mother harder and faster. Going deeper and deeper into her womb thrust for thrust.

"Yes, you are my boy and I wouldn't have it any other way." Moans louder as he goes deeper.

"Oh mom, have I told you I wished for this since I was 13?" He asked fucking her deeper and harder by the thrust. Kissing her neck as he pounded her pussy.

"I think so but it's good to hear it again," she murmurs in between whimpers of pleasure.

"If I had tried back then, would you have let me in you?" He inquired, feeling his first orgasm build deep in his loins.

"Hell yes!"

"Ah man, wish I had tried," He said as he fucked his mom harder and deeper feeling pressure build in his loins.

"That's right son, give it to me mom."

John jammed his cock in her deep as he could and released his seed deep into his mothers womb, "Ohhhhh yeah Mom!" He then fucked his cum deeper and deeper into her cunt.

"You are the man!" she urged him on, her hips rocking in time with his energetic thrusts.

"Your man, mom. I love you Mom," he replied pounding her pussy deeper and deeper.

"Yes my man! I'm cumming again," she cried out as her body stiffened and she screamed his name.

"Ooohhhhhh Mommmmmy!" he exclaimed as her squeezing pussy milked the second load of cum from his balls to her womb.

"Good boy," she purred, stroking his sweaty back.

He collapsed on her and played with her sweaty breasts as he kissed her. Their love making made the room seem hot. He grinned "Anything for my mommy."

"How about another girl to play sister to you and daughter to me?" 

"Sure. Have one in mind?" he asked.

"Whoever strikes your fancy at college son, I don't care, you choose."

"Your wish is my Command, my dear mother!"

"Good, now let's get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."

"Yes mom," he said as he cuddled next to her naked body.



Me & Mom, Living as Man & Wife Ch. 03



I come home from my classes, "Hey Mom, I'm home. This is Yin, she's in some of my classes."

"Hello dear. I'm glad you came to visit finally. My son talks about you constantly."

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Smith. He talks about you a lot too. Is it true what he says?" She asked smirking. "Depends on what he says. Please sit, I just finished cooking dinner."

Yin and I sits.

"What is for dinner, mom?" I asked.

"Lasagna, French bread and salad. Maybe some wine after that."

I look to Yin whom nods, "Sure. I discovered Yin has some very kinky desires. She knows about us mom, and is ok with it"

"Hmm. That's good dear." She turns to Yin. "And very understanding of you."

"Thanks," Yin said, a little nervous and anxious of what was to come. She knew John's mother asked him to find a girl to join them, and she was that girl.

John leans in and kisses his mom, "I missed you today in class."

"I missed you too. Work can be so boring sometimes, but let's eat up, shall we?"

"Yes mom," I reply as we all get our dinners and wine. We start eating and drinking

She chitchats with them and asks about their classes.

They explained how boring things are and how they wish some thing weren't required. They finish the meal within 20 minutes. Then just resumes drinking more wine.

"Let's go to our room," she tells them and leads the way. Their room was actually two of the four bedrooms that were interconnected by a sliding door. The other two bedrooms were downstairs.

"My favorite part, desert. And tonight's menu for me is you 2 ladies," John mused as they followed his mother.

"Mother and son for me," Yin giggled.

Smirking, John's mother lead Yin over to her closet of dress-up and role-playing clothing. His mother pulled on her favorite dominatrix outfit and smirked.

"For me or you?" asked Yin.

"Oh this outfit is for mommy only. You my dear can choose from any of the other ones." She pointed to the closet where the maid, nurse, and candy stripper outfits hung.

Yin took the Maid, "Madam, and Sir."

Inara grinned. "Let's go play with the master," she chuckled.

Yin giggled, "Lets." She finished dressing in the get-up and followed Inara.

Inara knocked on the door and entered. "Husband, the maid is here," Inara said and swatted Yin on the ass as she passed by.

"Yippee," Yin yelped.

"Come in with her, my lovely wife," John called out to his mother.

Inara smirked and followed her as she closed the door.

"You picked a great one, honey. Let's see if she's up to the tasks we have for her," John said. , hiding his naked self under a sheet. His cock, rock hard underneath.

"Maid, clean his clock!"

John removed the sheet to expose his cock. Yin eagerly went to work on it.

"Let me taste you while she works," John said to his mother.

Inara moved and positioned herself above her son's face. "Suck it good," she ordered.

"Yes Mistress Mom," John said as he began eating his mother's pussy while his girlfriend sucked his cock.

Inara moaned happily as she gripped the head board and moved up in down in time to her son's thrusts.

John ate wildly at his mother cunt, slipping his tongue inside. Yin went harder on his cock as well.

"Oh yes, suck my cock hard Yin," John moaned as his lips and tongue fondled his mother's pussy.

"That's it baby, eat mommy!"

"Oh yes mom, I am. I love my mommy's pussy!" I moan as I eat my mom out.

Inara moans even louder and grins as her cum flows freely

"Keep sucking Yin," John moans as he drinks his mother's juices.

Yin did as her boyfriend ordered and sucked him hard.

As his girlfriend sucked his cock harder, John licked his tongue up inside his mother's pussy deeper. His lips wrapped around her puffy pussy lips. His tongue sliding on all sides of the inner walls of her pussy.

"Oh yes, baby," Inara moaned as her son sucked her cum.

Jimmy slid his tongue deeper as he sucked more of her clit and cuntal lips into his mouth. His mother's pussy juices glistening on his chin as he looked her in the eyes, which from his view point were between her breasts. He dug his tongue inside her as deep as he could. His moans muffled by his mother's cunt as Yin sucked his cock.

Yin felt him cum in her mouth and she sucked harder.

"Ohhhh god Yin," John moaned and returned to eating his mother's pussy. He was glad his mom recommended getting another girl for a threesome. He felt lucky as Yin accepted their way of life any would allow him to fuck his mother whenever he wanted. She would make the perfect wife for him. But lately he came to think of his mother like a wife. That's why they moved out here because nobody knows them and they can date and kiss in public without anyone knowing they were mother and son.

"I'm cumming, my son!" Inara called as wetness gushed from her.

John drinks his mother's juices as she came in his mouth. He was still spurting his cum in Yin's mouth. He looked up at his mother, "God I love you Mom, and you taste soooo good!"

"I'm glad you love me, my son. Glad you like my taste."

John grinned wickedly, "Time to switch." He turned around to start licking Yin's pussy.

Yin let out a gasp of surprise and then wiggled even as Inara started sucking John's cock.

John licked his girlfriend's clit and sucked it into his mouth so his lips could manipulate and play with it. He moaned into Yin's cunt as his mother began sucking his cock, which a moment ago was in Yin's mouth.

"That's right, John, make me scream," Yin ordered as she moved her hips.

John bit her pussy lips and dragged it back with his teeth as he moved his head back.

Yin yelped but then moaned. "Yes, baby, yes!" 

John continues biting her pussy lips, mixing the hard and soft bites to keep her surprised and on her toes. His teeth chewing on her pussy flesh like gum or a tough steak.

Inara was sucking her son's dick like it was the last lollipop on the planet and she had to make it last.

John petted his mother's head as she started deep-throating his cock slowly. He in turn kept teasing Yin's pussy with his biting and licks.

Yin was moaning even as she writhed above him.

John slid his tongue in and out of Yin's pussy like a little dick. Tasting her inner pussy.

Yin was moaning even louder and cry out his name.

John grabbed Yin in the small of his back in his free hand, pulling her into him. Pushing his mom down on his cock.

Inara sped up her pace and Yin clamped her legs around his face so she could ride him.

John put his hands on Yin's ass and rolled on his back. Yin sitting on his face as he eats her out, moaning on her pussy. His mother worked faster on his long hard cock, jerking him off as deep throated him deeper.

Inara was moaning happily and enjoying the sensation of her son's cock sliding deep in her very open and waiting throat.

John started fucking his mother's throat as his mouth worked on Yin's pussy. He was in his mom's mouth so deep his balls lay on his mom's tongue and inner bottom lip.

Yin was freely wetting John's tongue and mouth with her cum as she came close to an orgasm.

John drink her juices. His tongue wiggling this way and that inside her seeking a spill of more of her cum as he fucked his mother's throat.

Yin stiffened then screamed his name, "JOHNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!" as she orgasmed and flood of her juices came forth.

John drink her juices like it was his favorite beverage. Which it very well maybe.

"Cum for me," Inara purred as she replaced her mouth with her hands and stroked him hard and fast.

"Ooooohhhhhh god mom, I'm cumming," John moaned as the pressure in his balls were about to explode out of his cock.

She opened her mouth and waited for him to shoot it in her face.

John spurted jet after jet of his cum in his mother's face and mouth.

She lapped at it eagerly.

John watched as Yin joined his mother in licking his cock clean of his cum. He moaned loudly.

"Was it good honey?" Inara cooed.

"MMMMMM, the best. My girl and my mother sucking me off together, doesn't get much better does it?" John replied.

"No, it had better not," Yin said giving his cock a final kiss as she sat up.

"Well, maybe a little, who wants to ride my cock first?" asked John.

"I would baby, but I have to get home. We have strict rules at the house where I live."

"Don't have time for a quick ride first?" John asked

"Not if you want me to go out on our date tomorrow."

"Hmmm, I guess. I love you. I'll give it to mom extra hard and dedicate it to you, ok?" John said.

Yin grinned. "Sounds good." She leaned over and kissed Inara. "See you later, Mom."

"Bye, daughter," Inara purred as she slid on to her son's now hard dick.

John watched Yin get dressed as his mother slid on his cock, he grabbed his mom's ass pulling her into him hard. His cock sinking in her deep.

She grinned as she rode him up and down.

"God you feel so good Mom," Jim said as he pulled Yin in for a last kiss before she took off.

Yin savored the kiss and then reluctantly left them to go back to Jim and Lisa's place.

John fucked upward at his mother to meet her thrusts. After Yin left he started kissing his mother, probing his tongue in her mouth.

She kissed him back roughly, digging her nails into his shoulders to urge him to go faster.

John fucked back as hard and deep as he could. But knowing she'd have to do the work as being on top.

Inara didn't mind, she loved it because she controlled the pace.

John squeezed his mother's ass cheeks urging her on. Loving the feeling of her bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Mmmm, God this is good, Mom," John moaned in between kisses.

She squeezed her vaginal muscles, milking him and his cock, pushing her son to the breaking point.

John pumped into his mom harder and deeper with every stroke.

"That's right son, fuck your mommy."

"Mmmm Mommy, I love hearing you tell me that," John thrusted as hard and deep as he could to meet her motions. Pounding into her hips.

John jammed his cock in deep as he shot a load of his cum deep inside her womb, "I'm CUMMMMMMMMING MOMMMMMY!!!!!"

"YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!" She cried as her muscles squeezed him so hard he was going to bruise later.

He hugged his mother tight to his body as they came together, "Oh mommy, I love you mommy!!!"

"I love you too, my son."

"Mmmmmm Mommy, I want to fuck you forever!," John moans as he pumps their mixed cum in her womb deeper.

He began to nibble on her nipple.

Inara laughed and arched her back so that her breast filled his mouth.

He sucked on her tit like he had all those many years ago as a baby.

"Mmmmm, nobody makes me cum like my mommy does," Jim said kissing her nipple the resuming his sucking.

"Yes and a greedy son I have but that's fine. I enjoy it."

"Making up for lost time, all those years ago I could have fucked mommy as a horny teenager," John replied as he pumped harder and deeper.

Inara moaned in between responses. "Yes, but you finally got the balls to do it and that is all that matters."

John rolled them so he was on top, fucking his mother harder and harder, faster and faster. Deeper into her womb with every thrust.

"Yes, oh, yes, that's right, fuck your mommy."

John fucked his mommy harder, deeper and faster with every pump of his hips. His cock spewing cum in the same pussy his father had to create him. He wanted to be the dad now, but he would stay with mommy forever. He thought it would be so hot to knock-up his own mother.

"That's right, I want to have your baby," she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"There's no one else I'd want as mother of my children then my mommy. You did a great job with me mom," John moaned as he fucked his cum in her even deeper.

"Yin can have your baby too but for now, I will be the first," Inara stated firmly and rocked hard against him.

"I hope you stopped taking whatever birth control you may have been on, because I want to fuck over and over until we know you're pregnant. But then I'd still want to fuck you as much as possible mom," John vowed.

"Good boy, I've not been on birth control in a while so we shall see very soon."

"Good mom. After this should we get an at home pregnancy test to see? I've fucked you pretty good lately," John asked, pounding his cum inside his mother.

"Yes, son, let's do that."

John pumped until his cock went flaccid. He pulled out and offered his cock for his mother to clean off.

Inara cleaned him and smirked. "Tasty as always."

"Let's throw something on and run to the store," John said.

Inara smiled at his enthusiasm and slid out of the bed and got dressed.

John got dressed as well and grabbed the keys.

They got in the car and headed to the nearest drug store. Where they grabbed a pregnancy test. The lady at the register wished them luck on becoming parents. John took his mother home and she hurried to get herself tested in the bathroom.

Inara squatted over the toilet and peed on the strip and then gave a shout of triumphant when it turned pink.

John ran in to check the results, "What is it?"

She held it up. "Looks like we're going to be parents."

"Mmmm Mom, you made your little boy a daddy," John kissed her deeply with passion. Their longest most passionate kiss he could remember.

"Let's go celebrate," she whispered and led him back to the bedroom.

The End, or is it? 



Me & Mr. N.



"What the hell are you doing here?" I just blurted it out, right in the middle of the Three Cups Restaurant in the Village as I stood in line to pay my bill. Steve Northmount, an old friend of mine from high school, was finishing up a business dinner with a client.

"Steve…I thought you'd ever went east of the Rocky Mountains..what gives?"

A multi-millionaire dollar contract that's what…"

"Oh I peered over at his table for his omnipresent wife. "Where's Becca?"

"Back home..she hates leaving Cali. You know how she is."

In typical brusque style, Steve took the bill out of my hand. "I'll get that." 

"I'm staying at a friend's house on the island. He and his wife are in France for the summer. Let's go back there."

He said it abruptly as no-nonsense as one of his merger deals. And I knew he didn't wanna discuss business. He drove me to Long Island in his rented Mercedes. 

"You're like a man who only dates bimbos. You only sleep with good-looking morons. Have you ever had sex with a man who was your intellectual equal?"

Only Steve could say it so bluntly. He was right though, and I felt like a superficial idiot.

You make me so warm inside come here he leaned over and kissed me on my lips gently playing with me - a long, sensuous kiss

"You should fuck your equal for once." He whispered. He unbuttoned my blouse and laid me against the pillows he had propped up. 

"May I?" He tugged at the small white patch of satin that doubled as my underwear.

"Yes." He pulled down my g string. 

"Kneel up against the headboard." He commanded. 

"You can't waste this anymore. This body, this energy of yours. Don't cast your pearls before swine anymore. Don't do it anymore. You're too good." 

"Did you ever fantasize about me?" I whispered.

"A few times," he answered, "when I was alone in the house." I thought about your ass - how shapely and beautiful it is - how I wanted to" A shudder welled up in his chest. "Worship it."

"So you're an ass man", I giggled.

"And have you fantasized about me?" He slid a long skinny finger along my shoulder and down my breast, absentmindedly flicking at my nipple as I spoke. 

"For the longest time I never thought about you in a sexual way. But a few weeks ago, when Jay and I had dinner with you in Santa Barbara, I watched you. I really listened to you instead of being charmed by Jay." In the candlelight his face, which could look so harsh in the daylight, was as vibrant as it had been when we first met as teen-agers. He gently guided me over his knees. He kissed the curve of back met my ass. Then spanked me.

"You can do whatever makes you happy." I assured him. "I have condoms and lube in my purse."

"You're always prepared, aren't you? I never think to bring condoms. Not that I would need them." 

I slipped one out of my purse.

I knew he resented using them. He had been loyal to Becca for so long, he probably hadn't seen a condom since high school.

"If Jay is any indication, of where you've been, we might need to use two of these," He mumbled as I slipped the condom out of the package.

"I'm sorry if I don't met your standards, Mr. Perfect…"

"Don't get pissy, okay - sshhh," The heated exchange just made him grow harder in my hand. 

I fingered his cock and kissed it before sliding on the condom. He put his arms around me and enveloped me with his tight warm body, then nuzzled my neck like a lovestruck teen-ager. The gentleness of his touch amazed me; just the press of his skin against mine made my pussy moist. Where other men had to manipulate me with fingers and vibrators and huge cocks, he only needed to touch any random part of my body to arouse me.

He transformed into the primal teenage Steve I had known, the same exuberant boy I remembered from high school photos. That's what he looked like as he took me from behind. 

It felt so good to welcome him inside my pussy. His measured breath on my neck and in my ear, along with his insistent finger in my pussy, rendered me speechless. "Kneel down, it's time," gently he pushed his cock in my pussy "Ohh, that feels so good." It felt even better when I looked back and watched who was doing it. I had always known that he had stockpiled his dirtiest fantasies for the one night we finally got together. He channeled years of dormant desire into my body, not in a reckless or hurtful way. He was slow, savoring. He knew, as I did, that nothing we consummated in this borrowed bed could be repeated, much less mentioned to anyone else. We fucked for what seemed like an hour, neither one of us in a hurry for orgasm. The feeling of hard cock and velvet pussy was enough to sustain us for awhile. When he came it was natural sweet, not labored at all. We fell asleep quietly and when I awoke, he had slipped another condom on a new erection. "Your ass is mine." He whispered. But it was not a threat. 

Steve took the small bottles that I had put on the nightstand. The cold squirt of lube filtered into my ass, followed by warm baby oil. Then he slid his fingers in one, then two then three with his other hand he rubbed my ass cheek. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready for you for a long time." I purred.

When he eased it in, so gently at first, I thought I would faint from merely watching his angry red cock slowly sink inside me. It glimmered with warm oil as he got a rhythm going. His hands dug hard into my ass cheeks. Gripped by indescribable pleasure, I winced as he entered, then eased into the devilish cadence. All the supposed "bad" boys I had been with had never fucked me so ravenously. There was something to be said for waiting to execute a lustful obsession. We had greased the inside of my ass with so much baby oil and lube that his cock glistened more each time it dipped out of the hole. When he plunged it back in, the squelchy sound of the oil and lube, and the way it dripped over my ass and his cock, heightened the sensation. When he spurted his cum straight on my crack, I could barely control myself. I had never experienced such unbearable carnal joy. Steve fell back on the bed. "Even better than I imagined. " He laughed and slapped my buns for good measure. "Your ass is mine."

"You bet. So you're a nasty boy after all." I complemented him.

We hardly had time to recover when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it and disappeared into the foyer. That's when I knew it was over. I could barely walk but somehow I made it to the bathroom and showered. When I came out, he had left a note on the bed. "Have a meeting in Manhattan – I'll shower in the other bathroom and meet you outside."

I finished quickly and rushed outside, remembering what Steve was like when his work beckoned. He stood by the Mercedes. "Got to be on Wall Street by ten o clock. You live in Tribeca, right? I'll drop you off." 

"Are you all right? I didn't make your beautiful ass too sore, did I?" He said.

"I'm fine." We kissed until he pulled away from me. "It's a really important meeting. A contract with a construction company in Miami."

Thirty minutes later we were at the front door of my apartment building. 

"Thank you for making my fantasy come true." He kissed me and very gently, reverently patted my ass. I was not wearing underwear beneath my sheer pink dress. 

"I'll call you before I leave New York - Just don't do something idiotic like ask for an encore." He said.

"I'm not that dim-witted." I shot back. 

"You weren't supposed to agree with me," Steve said, looking a little hurt.

As he slipped away, into his Mercedes, melancholy washed over me. He had morphed back into Mr. Northmount , the quick to anger, world-conquering businessman and once again, I was Lorilei, the free-spirited, platonic female friend he didn't take seriously. 

Amazing how daylight changes things.



Me and Mr. Sag



I am a true Leo girl. If you look up the definition of Leo in the dictionary, you would see a picture of me. 

First, how I look. I am truly a big cat. I am "tawny," with big brown eyes and a mane of wild blond hair. I am fit and athletic, sleek and strong. 

Second, what you have to understand about Leos is that while we have a reputation for having big egos, what that means is we have weak, very insecure egos. We rant and roar, but underneath there is a serious problem with self-confidence. Pride covers over a massive insecurity complex. 

I'm not one of those outgoing Leos, though. I'm what they call a Shy Pussycat. But don't let that fool you. I may be more reserved, but I am passionate, like all Fire Signs. 

So I want to tell you about my special lover—my wonderful Mr. Sagittarius. Also a Fire Sign. You can imagine when two of us get together. I knew it would be explosive, I just didn't know how. 

His name is Marco. Like all Sag's, he is the center of attention. Sag's move and go like comets in the sky. They do not have a problem with confidence. They have more than enough. Marco is vital and electric. He has tons of friends, always the life of the party. He is hyper and intense and he never slows down. Wherever he is, that's where you want to be. I've known him—or rather known about him—forever, from mutual friends. The thing is, I never thought I'd be interested in him—he's not my physical type. He is short, and I am tall. He is a small guy, and while I am thin, I'm not a petite girl. I just never thought about him that way, even though I have always noticed his face. His mom is white, his dad is black, so he has this gorgeous skin, burning black eyes, full lips. He is definitely cute, but like 5 inches shorter than me. A small dude. 

Plus, he has always freaked me out just a little because this is not a shy person. To even talk to him you have to wade through a big crowd of people. I am a lot quieter. And most of all, I know his reputation with women. Sag's are the biggest womanizers of the zodiac. So it's fine with me that I am not physically attracted to him. Saves me a lot of grief I think.

One night I got invited to a party at his house. I was psyched. Something to do, and a party at Marco's is ALWAYS going to be fun. Me and my pals got there when things were already hopping. The music was blaring, people were yelling and chatting and laughing. And with Marco, you know illicit drugs are going to be involved. God knows who will be doing what in there. I just stick to beer and start getting very drunk.

When we get in he comes over and gives me a big hug, like he does everyone. He loves to be a host. He sticks around for about 5 seconds before running off to chat someone else up. 

So at one point I step outside for some air and a smoke (ha ha). And to my surprise, I see him make a beeline out of his gaggle of followers and come outside with me. I didn't know it but he's been watching me all night. Not to throw roses at myself, but I do look good. I'm wearing a short, tight skirt and a teeny little t-shirt. 

He comes outside, "Heeeey Annie (my name is Annabel but he calls me Annie--typical), Having fun??" 

He is bouncing and excited. We chat a bit. He looks at me with those intense eyes: "You look really good tonight."

I say Thanks, still not thinking anything. 

"So when everyone starts leaving tonight, why don't you stick around?" No, it's more like a command. Like, "I've decided I want to be with you tonight. My place, after hours—BE THERE." And he comes towards me and just plants a kiss on my mouth. He says "Caio" and takes off. Ha! Is he serious?

Sagittarians are called the clowns of the zodiac. They like to entertain, juggle, lead a circus parade. I don't have a clue if he is serious or not. But that kiss was nice. Soft and sexy. 

So the party goes on. I'm having a blast with my friends. There's no guys involved, for once, so we just laugh, get drunk, and hang out. 

One of my friends, Jackie, the one who invited me in fact, just asks me out of the blue,"Sooooo, Miss Annabel, what do you think of my man over there?" 

"Who, Marco?" What is going on? I finally dig it out of her. Apparently, this is all her doing. He called her up and TOLD her to bring me. This has all been a set up! She says that he has liked me for a long time. That he threw this whole shindig just so he could get me to his place. What a weasel! Both of them! 

"Sorry, but he's not my type. Too short." 

She just looks at me "You're too picky. He could be good for you."

What do you mean, "Good for me? I'm fine!" 

"Ok, yes, but don't you think you need to chill out a little? You CAN be a bit of a prude, you know." 

She thinks Marco could bring me out of my shell. Activate my latent "Leo" sensuality. I snort. That's when I tell her astrology is a bunch of crap.

But the laugh's on me, because when it comes time to go, and there's only a few people milling around, I suddenly notice that Jackie is no longer around. She has left, along with my ride! Christ. I know she did this deliberately. 

I am in the living room. I am on my way out of the room when Marco, who is lounging on the couch apparently very amused at seeing me pissed off, just casually reaches out and grabs me by the wrist. 

"Hey, hold up, hold up. I have a car. I'll get you home, I promise." Well, I guess I don't have any options. 

"Calm down. As soon as everyone leaves I'll take you home, no big deal." 

So I wait. The little weasel is still holding court, and I watch him. He is cute, I'll give him that. He's got on one of those Rasta-type knitted hats, a tank top and cargo pants. He's got a little goatee. And he may be small, but he is solid muscle. I can see every defined bicep, an awesome chest, and a completely flat stomach. 

So finally, it's just me and him. He's lying back on his couch, looking at me. He slouches down in his chair and spreads his legs so his dick is dead center, puts his hands behind his head. 

"I'm sorry you missed your ride. If you really want to go we can leave now."

I stare at him, mulling it over, then say, "Can you get me another drink?" 

"Oh sure babe, hang on." 

He comes back with something strong, lots of vodka. When he brings it over he says softly, "So you want to hang out for a little bit?" 

He has nice hands. Creamy dark skin. I know this guy is a seducer, I've heard all these stories of how many hearts he's broken, but what can I say? I am a Leo. I am flattered. I like being admired. My ego is perking up and I decide to see what he's going to do. 

"Yeah, sure. It's been a fun night." 

"Excellent. Why don't you come over here?" Gestures to the couch.

I sit down, making my tiny skirt ride up my legs. Marco leans over and puts a hand on my thigh. Just leaves it there.

"So how you doing? Did you have a nice time tonight?" 

"Sure." Like I said, I am a bit shy. I'm not going to do anything. 

"Ok, you want to have even more fun?" 

"What did you have in mind?" 

He suddenly stands up, holds out his hand. "Come here. I want to show you something." 

He takes my hand and starts leading me upstairs, takes me into his bedroom. Of course, he has a huge, four-poster bed. It's a damn lair. Dark, with candles, and a huge floor length mirror at the foot of the bed. He takes me in, leans back and positions me in front of him so we're both looking straight into the mirror. He puts his arms around my waist, nestles his head in my hair and gazes into my eyes in the mirror. Smiles. 

"You are so gorgeous."

Oh ho ho...compliments are like catnip to me. I know he's a seducer, a good one, but I don't care. Just go on. 

He pulls my hair back, kisses my neck.

"You know, I've been watching you. I see you out with your friends, how you act. I've seen you at parties. And do you know what I see?" 

"What?" 

"I see a girl who doesn't know how sexy she is." His hands feel good. He whispers in my ear, "That's why I like you." 

It is really nice looking into his eyes in the mirror. I think "This is why everyone loves him." Because he is so confident, so happy in his own skin. His eyes are letting me see myself reflected in his incredible confidence. 

"You really think I'm sexy?" Typical Leo comment! I could look like Angelina and I'd still doubt it. 

He smiles. "Yes. You are completely, adorably fuckable."

I decide to do something bold. I tell him to lie down. He puts his hands behind his head and just watches. I decide I am going to strip for him. I reach down and lift my t-shirt up over my head. I'm wearing a creamy ivory lace bra. You can see my nipples through it. I have great tits—perfectly formed, same 36C I've been since high school. I reach back and unhook my bra, take it off, and caress and play with my tits in the mirror. I like how they look. I reach down and rub my fingertips on my nipples, watching them get hard. I look from the side, admire my shoulders. I look at Marco and he is now lying on his side with his head on his elbow watching me. 

"Come here. Take off your skirt." 

He has to undo the back zipper for me. I wiggle out of it. For a brief second I hesitate them stop out of my panties, kick them aside on the floor. 

"You are awesome, babe."

I feel no self-consciousness or embarrassment. This is really fun and really liberating. He makes it seem like everyone should admire themselves naked, that it's good and healthy to be nude. 

He says, "Do you trust me?"

"Yeeeess..." 

"Then wait here and I'll be right back."

I hear him in the bathroom. What's he doing? 

He comes back in and says "Lie back." 

He gets between my legs, and suddenly I feel something cold and wet slathered all over me. It's shaving cream. Oh my god! He has a shaver and a big bowl of warm water, towels. I've never shaved myself before. 

"Relax, relax, babe." 

I let him do what he wants. He pushes me back gently, and proceeds to shave me bare, slowly and deliberately and gently. Wow. What a weird guy. He is so gentle when it comes down to it. I never would have guessed. It doesn't hurt at all. It feels good. I am just going along for the ride. When he's done, he wipes me clean with a warm towel, and starts nuzzling and kissing my thighs. 

"Mmmmmm, now you look amazing."

He starts going down on me, and I have never felt this incredible before. My lips are all naked, so fresh and clean, and he seems to love it. I can feel the scruff of his goatee between my legs, but his lips are so wonderful. I am tense, but I slowly start to relax. Jesus this guy! There are no taboos for him. He does what he wants and knows exactly what he wants. He kisses and sucks and licks my pussy making little grunting sounds. He loves it and he makes me love it. I just let go and start to feel amazing. I lie back, lift my arms up and clutch a pillow, relax into the moment. I start feeling really good, and circle and grind my hips into his mouth. As I start getting close, building up to an orgasm, my thighs start shaking uncontrollably. Wow. This is reminding me of the very first time I made myself cum. My thighs shook so much then too. I cannot believe this. I went from thinking this guy was an ass to being about to cum on his face. As I get closer and closer, he reaches up and grabs my hand with his, holds it tight. It is so sweet, so intimate, so kind. Finally I reach it and cry out, a sharp orgasm centered on his tongue on my clit. It feels so incredible. I grasp his hand with mine. 

I look down and he looks up from between my legs, smiling, his lips wet and glistening.

"Mmmmmm, I've been thinking about that ALL NIGHT." 

Fuck! He's still wearing his rasta knitted hat. He is so different from any guy I've been with! I am pretty hot. I have guys after me all the time, but most of them just want to use me. They'd have their dick out before I could do anything. But he is different. Loving, gentle, there for me. It makes me want to do the same for him. 

He's got no shirt on but he's wearing his pants. I am suddenly struck by this overwhelming desire to have his cock in my mouth. I reach up, tell him to stand up. His stomach is AMAZING. So flat, so muscled. I smile, run my hand over it. I can feel his dick. It's not huge, just like him. But I don't care. I just want to love it and caress it. I rip at his pants, pull down his black bikini briefs. His cock is half-hard, just the way I like it. I moan. I love it this way. I can get him all in my mouth and feel it grow. He puts his hands in my hair, my thick honey blond mane, and moans as I take him in.

"Oh, babe." 

He has a dark, veiny, rippled kind of cock. Not huge but just right. I lick it, kiss it, moan as I "make love" to it. I sort of forget he's there. I am REALLY enjoying this. It's like I'm making out with his dick. I make lots of sounds, sucking and tasting and licking. Usually I am more conscious of the guy, of what he's feeling. But this time I am just getting off myself on sucking him. Marco! I love your dick! He gets harder and harder, grasps my hair, gasps as I take him all the way in, deep throating him all the way. I have to stop occasionally and get my breath, then go back to his cock. 

I want him to cum in my mouth, but as he gets close he tries to pull out. I push his hands back and make a sort of sound, take him deeper in, put my hands on his ass. I want to taste his cum, it is all part of the process. It's ok. I want it. Like me, he starts to shake, his hips start pumping and suddenly he grasps my hair tightly and makes this funny kind of roar. I reach up and grab his hands, just like he did for me, and he lets go, pumping his cum into my throat. It chokes me a little, but it's ok. I swallow, let him cum and cum and cum as much as he wants. 

"Oh, fuck, babe, you are incredible."

I look up at him and smile, run my hands up his stomach, touch his pierced nipples. My own nipples are so hard. He takes each of my hands in his, pulls me up to him and kisses me deeply, sinking his hands in my hair. He keeps making these funny kind of purring sounds, a little growl deep in his throat.

I laugh and say "What is that?" 

"I don't know. It's my sound." 

He holds me and kisses me and runs his hands over my ass. "So are you glad you stayed...?" 

Yes, I am. I smile. "What do you think?" 

"Want to make the night even funner?" 

Oh Jesus, what does he have in mind? He jumps on his bed, leans over and something out of a little vial. Of course! I should have known...but why not? I never do anything like that. He smiles, leans back on a big pillow, and hands me a little pill along with my drink. 

"What is it?" 

"You don't know?"

No, I don't, why would I? \ "Just try it. It will relax you."

"Are you sure it's safe?" I am scared. I'm not the drug type. 

"You are so cute! Come on, trust me, you'll like it." 

This is just so typical of this whole night. This guy is all about pushing limits and experiencing everything. He is the least anxious person I've ever met. And maybe my friend was right, it "could be good for me." I look him in the eye, take a big swig of my drink, and down the little pill. Ok, I'm trusting you Marco...

Part II

We are lying in bed, I'm naked, he's naked, and we're just hanging out, talking. He goes on long monologues—about life, people, politics, everything. It is so easy being here. It's already so late but there is a sense we have all the time in the world. No worries, no stress at all. I feel totally at ease. He has one arm around me, he's caressing my shoulder. 

"So why did you single me out? I know you could be with any girl at this party. I know you sleep around. I've heard all about you!" 

He laughs. "Oh you have, have you? Look, I like sex. I like life. I do what I do. I don't apologize for it. I don't make promises."

"So you just wanted to fuck me, is that it?" 

He laughs, "Well yes, definitely. But that's not all. Like I said, I like you. I'm curious about you. You're the hottest girl I know who isn't all over me. You don't run around kissing my ass like everyone else." 

That makes me smile. 

"You're genuine, and I don't think you know how different that is." 

I suppose so. A guy like this attracts a following. Definitely a lot of hangers-on. And I am not that. I look at him and say seriously, "I don't know any other way to be." 

He says, "I know" and leans over and kisses me on the mouth.

This is definitely not what I expected. Talking, and being gentle with me. We're just being naked, which is way more erotic to me than instant fucking. Very nice. And ironic, because it makes me more attracted to him every second. He just has a laid back, calm acceptance of everything. We listen to music, talk, occasionally lean over and touch each other. 

After a while, I start to feel myself smiling, just grinning from ear to ear. I roll over on my side away from him and stare into the darkness of the room. Suddenly, I feel like I've got this weird secret inside me, the secret of happiness! It is so enlightening! I am full of this sense of peace and joy. If I thought he and I were "relaxed" before, now I feel like I have never known what it really is to relax ever, in my life! I feel like a Buddha, and I giggle! I'm enlightened! I'm experiencing the meaning of enlightenment! How could I never have seen it before? I laugh. It's so simple! It is this: life is there to be enjoyed, nothing more! I smile and smile and smile into the darkness, and feel kind of dumb because I don't want him to see this shit-eating grin on my face. I begin thinking of a friend of mine. She has the most amazing parents. Her parents are the only two people I have ever known in my life to be truly in love. But now I see it. I feel what it's like to be in love. I feel this joy inside me and think Wow, this is how her mom and dad must feel ALL THE TIME. To always be in love with someone! To always have this joy inside you! Life seems ridiculous without it! I just grin and grin and smile to myself with this new, amazing, secret knowledge!  

Almost from far away I hear Marco saying "Annie? Annabel? What happened to you?"

I keep smiling and smiling. He leans over, rolls me back over to him, gets up on his elbow above me. "Where are you?"

I can't help it. I just stare at him unable to stop smiling. I say "I feel like a Buddha!!!" 

"Awwwww, you really were telling the truth, weren't you!" 

What? Of course. 

"It's ecstasy...pretty awesome, right?" 

I just smile and smile and smile. Who cares? Who cares if it's a drug. I think I'm confusing the drug with Marco. Or merging them or something. It's like he's the embodiment of ecstasy himself. I say "It's so important to be in love!" 

He laughs and laughs and laughs. He hugs me to him, "Aw you are so adorable!" 

This incredible buzzing sensation is flowing through me. It's a sort of high, but feels so natural. This is what it's like to be in love, I keep thinking. What could possibly be wrong with feeling what it's like to be in love? Even if it's through a pill? 

I mean, I don't feel in love with him, per se. I just feel the state of love. And if he happens to be there, ok, then he's who I'll experience love with. 

Never ever ever have I felt something like this before. 

I am lying beneath Marco, who is now stroking my hair and face. He's saying "Hey, girl." 

I am smiling, smiling, smiling, and so is he. I have never noticed how fucking intense his eyes are! They are absolutely black, a dark, intense burning black. I'm not noticing anything else. He's smiling, but in his eyes I don't see a smile I see fire. I wonder "How can fire be so black?" If I'm seeing into his soul, it is not a calm, gentle soul. It is a wild horse. Wait a minute, he's a Sagittarius! Of course! I'm seeing into the soul of a centaur! I laugh out loud, thinking, I want to see what it's like to make love with a centaur! 




Me and Mr. Sag



"What's going on in your head, what are you thinking?" 

I can't tell him. I just say, "I want to make love with you." 

"Oh fuck yeah, I do too. Come here." 

He rolls over and in one movement hoists me on top of him, never letting go of my eyes with his. He just stares at me, smiling, while reaching up and caressing my cheek and face. We smile and smile at each other, touching and caressing and stroking. I lean over and kiss him...it is fucking amazing. I do it slow and sensuously and deliciously. I kiss his lips, open my mouth slowly and slip my tongue in. It's all in slow motion. So hot and slow and sensuous. He reaches up and sinks his hands in my hair. We stop and smile into each other's eyes. So this is "sextasy." Hard to describe. Everything is slow and smooth and liquid. We touch and caress and make loving, familiar gestures. Every kiss is long and erotic. I could spend hours on his mouth and tongue. He's making his little purring sounds in his throat. And when I decide I want him inside me, it's so easy. It flows so naturally. It's not a hard, porny type of fuck. I just keep smiling, and while I'm staring into his eyes I reach down, take his cock, and slip it inside me so easily. I am so wet. He sinks in in a second. I moan and lean over and kiss him and we fuck and suck on each other's tongue at the same time. It is awesome. It is all so perfect. I am so free. I lean back and let him watch me. I shake my hair, and start moving my hips, riding him like a horse, free and smooth and natural. We move up and down like a wave together. He reaches up and holds my hands. 

He is fucking amazing. It is all love. From our eyes to my pussy to us holding hands. I get wetter and wetter and really start gushing over him, over his hot stomach. He loves it. He loves watching me.

"You're amazing, babe, you're awesome, you're beautiful." 

I ride him and ride him and ride him. We hold hands and I look and smile into his eyes when I cum and cum and cum. I keep thinking I'm riding a centaur, man on top and animal on bottom. And when he starts to cum, he leans up and pulls me down to his mouth, whispering "You want to be my bitch, don't you??? My hot fucking bitch! You're my bitch!" 

He groans loudly and I feel his cum splashing inside me, I feel his dick jerking and twitching and I love it. I collapse on top of him, I can hear his heart pounding so loud in his little chest. I kiss him and stroke his face and smile into his eyes. 

He is still hard. We are still high. I am still buzzing with this incredible happiness and love flowing through my body. We just want to keep fucking. He rolls on top of me, lifts one leg in the air over my shoulder, and slides in. He stares at me with his absolutely black eyes, burning hot, so intense, loving to watch my face when he hits my womb with his dick. Again we hold hands as we fuck. I can see us in the mirror.

I think we fucked five times that night. It was all great, all awesome. We finally fell asleep at dawn with his cock nestled against my ass.

And that is the story of me and Marco, my wonderful Sagittarius man. We get together now every once in a while. It's our "thing." We fuck and suck and make love all night long. He calls me his "lovely Leo lover."

I know he sees other girls. I don't want him that way—I like our little private sessions no one needs to know about. It's a break from reality. Everyone needs a little ecstasy in their life—I mean, the Marco kind, not the drug kind. He is my happiness pill. I leave him and go back to "normal" life feeling psyched and refreshed and seeing everything with new eyes.



Me and MrE



After I finished high School I had no idea what to do. Thankfully my mate 'Jonno' had an elder brother named Phil, who managed a local theatre restaurant. It was called Mr-E's (as in mystery - get it?)And it ran whodunit style plays on Fridays and Saturdays, at 8pm.

Phil was defiantly a hottie.

I was unable to look at him without wondering if he wore boxers or briefs. If he was circumcised or not; but I had to try, not to let these questions show on my face, as we chatted.

One evening after we had finished cleaning the stage, he asked me if I'd fancy a drink. I accepted happily, and soon was drinking beer and chatting with him on the loading bay.

"So, are you interested in Theatre?" he asked me.

"Sure" I replied, "I'm thinking about moving to Sydney and getting some acting work." I knew from chatting with Jonno, that Phil had once been on a TV show. Apparently he played a life guard & I would often wank, while thinking of him in his little red Speedo.

"Well, it's a tough job" said Phil, moving closer. "A lot of people will try to rip you off, and a lot of people will try to screw you" he said, rubbing my shoulder, and flashing his perfect white teeth. 

This made me laugh and the alcohol increased my confidence. I decided to be brave and throw my arm across his shoulders. If he brushed it off I'd pretend, it was a mate gesture. But if he let my arm linger, I'd know I was in for a chance.

"Well there are only a few people I'd let screw me Phil."

He laughed. "oh yeah? You're a tough guy, are you?"

"Yeah" I said. "I can handle myself."

He replied in a deep sexy tone. "But can you handle this?"He asked, grabbing my hand, placing it on the big rock hard lump, behind his zipper.

"Not too sure about that, but I'd give it a red hot try," I said. He rolled on top of me and kissed me long and hard. A rush of electricity shot through me, as our groins touched. 

Suddenly Phil jumped up. Confused I stood and looked at him. He smiled, wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "We'll be seen here, it's not safe. Let's go this way." 

We walked towards the small office in kind of a waddle. When we got there, Phil told me to lie down on the bed. He walked over and closed the curtains, making the room dimmer. He walked over to the over stuffed couch in the corner. I knew he sometimes used this to take a nap during rehearsals.

With a smile he said, "So....show me what you got player?" 

I sat up, and immediately went for his zipper. After unbuttoning his striped blue shirt I started kissing his stomach, while slowly unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. Turned out, this man didn't wear undies – at all!. As soon as I started tugging his jeans down, his beautifully pink, cut dick flung up and hit my throat. It actually kind of hurt, but I played it off like it didn't. As he discarded his shirt and stepped out of his jeans, I looked down and reached out with my hand. Even though I'd only ever been with one other guy, I knew that this was no ordinary dick. It was as long as any average cock. But it was nice and thick. I bent down and started licking the head like a lollipop. 

I was trying to anticipate how much of this big thick dick would fit down my throat. I decided to go for it, and dove down as far as I could on it. "Oh yes!!" he said aloud. "Now that's how I want my knob polished." I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking the length of his snake. After a bit of this, I let his dick slide from my mouth making a "POP" noise. I lifted his dick up, onto his stomach, sucking on his hairy balls. "Mmmmm, yeah....." he said grabbing the back of my head. I decided to go for the gold, and started working my tongue lower; towards his bum hole.

"Oh fuck man, are you one of those nasty little fuckers?" he said smiling. He spread his legs a little, and slid down on the couch. I got off the couch on my knees, and shoved my head between his legs. My tongue slithered its way between his hairy ass cheeks, and started licking, for all it was worth.

"Mmmm...Shit.....that feels nice." He said. I reached up, grabbed his spit covered cock and started stroking it. I licked my way back across his nuts and up his shaft and once again swallowed as much as I could. His dick was covered with my spit. I began

To slide my hand up and down his shaft; on the part that wouldn't fit into my mouth. I did that for about 5 minutes, and I could see his muscles tense up. "Let me blow in your mouth; I want to watch you swallow my cum," he said. I couldn't help, but to rub my dick through my jeans. 

Phil put both hands on my head and started fucking my face. I gagged a little on his dick. I squeezed my hand harder around his dick. "Mmmm...Yeah....yeah....fuck.....mmmm," he mumbled.

"I'm gunna cum," he said increasing his pace. After a few more pumps he said, "Stroke my dick and point it at your mouth....I wanna see my hot sticky cum on your beautiful face." I did as told and continued stroking his Dick. "I'm gunna bust," he said, elevating onto the tips of his toes. A large burst of cum flew out of his dick right on to my tongue. Then another larger squirt flew into my mouth. 

I rubbed myself over the edge and started Cumming in my boxers. He stopped Cumming and stood there, with the tip of his dick resting on my lips. He put his finger on my chin to tell me, to swallow. I swallowed the entire load, and he pushed his dick back into my mouth. I sucked the last few drops of cum from his Dick and swallowed. Taking his dick out of my mouth, he pushed my shoulders back, and laid me down on the couch. He leaned over me and laid his body right on top of mine looking into my eyes.

"That was hot." he said. With a sexy little giggle, he licked my lips. I instantly opened my mouth and started kissing him. I could've cum knowing that he was kissing the same lips that just swallowed his load. We kissed for about 30 seconds when he got up and went to put his clothes back on. "Please don't say anything to my brother about this," he said. 

"Alright....I won't, if you promise to fuck the shit out of my ass, next time," I said.

"Sure. But I like hot shit mashing and lubricating a tight and dry ass, and I do not like other lubricants," he said. 

That was exactly what I wanted too!!!



Me & Mrs. Claus



Every year in December Mrs. Claus made a trip from the North Pole to here in sunny Florida. Like Santa, she needed a break away from everything going on in the North Pole. It was several years ago when I met her and we started our affair.

Now I know what you are thinking; how can I be interested in some old woman? Well let me tell you Mrs. Claus isn't an old woman, at least not in appearance. I don't know how she has stayed so young looking, but hey I'm not complaining. Ever since our first encounter, she has made it a point to stop at my house and every year I have looked forward to it.

A knock at my door made me jump up from my chair. I knew it was her and I was overly excited. I open the door to see Mrs. Clause wearing a tight little red teddy.

"Merry Christmas!" she shouts.

"Speaking of which," I say, my voice thick with desire.

She walks in and kisses me. She lingers on the kiss for several long minutes before breaking away and walking into the living room. I guess the long year apart drove her mad as well. She unzips the teddy and lets it fall to the floor before spinning around in front of the fire place toward me. Her eyes are pinned by my gaze at her slender, sexy body. She shivers and takes a deep breath and I know it's from the heat in my eyes. My gaze drops to her perfectly set breasts. Her nipples are already as my rock hard as my cock.

I close the door and peel off my clothes as I walk over to her. I press my lips against hers in a deep, lingering kiss. This time she pushes her tongue into my mouth in a more controlled manner. I wrap my tongue around hers, tasting her. My hands push her back against the wall next to the fire place. They slide up to her breasts, softly squeezing them. Our kiss grows stronger, harder and more passionate.

Mrs. Claus reaches down between our bodies to rub her fingers against my cock. It feels great in her loving hands. She breaks away from the kiss to look down. "I've waited all year long for you," she says almost sadly.

"Hasn't Mr. Claus been taking care of you?" I ask.

"He's not the man that you are. Nor is he as big as you." She drops to her knees and leans forward, slipping her mouth over the head of my cock. As she slowly lower her mouth down me, I moan softly.

"Lucky me," I say.

"No, lucky me," Mrs. Claus corrects as she pulls her lips back to the tip of my cock.

She takes me back into her mouth and increases the speed of her movement. She slides her lips along my shaft while sucking firmly on me. At the same time she rubs her hand up and down the base of my cock. I moan deeply as I wrap my fingers in her hair.

"Oh, yes that feels good," I say. "Keep that up and I'll be cumming soon."

She continues to suck on me vigorously, sliding her lips along my shaft. Then my cock begins to throb in her mouth. I grip her hair tighter, pushing her further onto my cock. "I'm going to cum," I hiss.

A second later I am cumming, blasting her throat with hot, sticky cum. She gives a startled squeal as I fill her mouth. I let out a deep moan of pleasure as I pump squirt after squirt into her tiny mouth. As soon as I finish cumming I pull her to her feet. I could see her swallow the last bit and she licks her lips clean just before I kiss her again. I press my lips hard onto hers and then slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting my own cum.

"Mrs. Claus, that was fantastic," I say almost excitedly.

She smiles and I take one of her luscious breasts into my mouth. She gasps sharply at the feel of my lips around her breast. I move from breast to breast, licking and sucking. I am in heaven as it has been a whole year since I've gotten to suck on Mrs. Claus' breasts. They are the most perfect, rounded breasts I have ever had the pleasure of playing with. I focused on her two hard nipples, licking and sucking on them. I could be happy to spend the rest of the night just sucking on them, but I couldn't because I only get to see her once a year.

I drop to my knees in front of her and push her legs apart to plant a soft kiss on her pussy. Mrs. Claus spreads them open even further for me as she looks down. Her face is full of anticipation in what I was about to do. Her eyes flash with both lust and need and I'm not going to deprive her of either. I kiss her pussy again and then run my tongue up the outer lips. Mrs. Claus gives a soft hiss. I reach up and use my fingers to part her lips, then press my face against her and begin licking. I push my tongue into her pussy, causing her to moan softly again. I can feel her leaning against the wall and she lifts one leg up onto my shoulder to give me better access.

I take the opportunity to lick deeply into her, tasting her juices as I do. Mrs. Claus' moans grow deeper and I can feel her pushing herself into my face. I move upward with my tongue to flick her clit with it and when I do Mrs. Claus lets out a sharp cry. I smile to myself and flick her clit again. This time the cry is at an even higher pitch than before. I run my tongue over her clit with more rapid movement. I run my tongue over it and around it, circling it rapidly so that my tongue never loses contact. Mrs. Claus' cries are cries of passion and pleasure.

"Yes, yes!" she cries. "More please!"

I reach up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it firmly and twisting the nipple between my fingers. Mrs. Claus gasps and then moans. She pushes her body harder against my face. I know she is about to cum so I push two fingers into her pussy, sliding them rapidly in and out of her. I feel her body react as her pussy tightens around them.

Yes, yes!" she gasps as her orgasm hits her. I quickly pull my fingers away and replace them with my tongue. I lick as she cums, tasting all of her juices as they pour freely from her pulsating pussy. Mrs. Claus makes repeated cries of passion as her orgasm sweeps over her. I lick until I feel it die down. As I stand back up, I hook her leg off my shoulder into my hand. Quickly I position myself against her. My cock pushes at her entrance before I ram it up into her, thrusting my cock deep into her pussy.

"Oh god!" she squeals as I ram it up into her.

I pull out and slam it in again and again, repeatedly ramming my cock deep into her pussy. Mrs. Claus gasps, crying out from the sensations I cause. I, myself, moan softly as I feel her tight, warm pussy open around me, squeezing my cock with each thrust. 

"Mrs. Claus, you feel so fucking good," I gasp.

"Ohhh, I love your cock," she says back to me.

I lean forward, kissing her hard and she kisses back, curling her tongue around mine. I feel her push forward to meet my thrusts. As my cock pushes deeper and deeper with each thrust it feels like I am hitting a wall inside her. Each thrust make her shake and cry out in pleasure.

"Yes, of god yes," she squeals. "I'm going to cum all over your hard cock!"

Her body shutters against mine and I feel her juices soak my cock. I continue to thrust hard into her as she cums, adding to her pleasure and sending ripples of ecstasy through her. I slide my hands down tot grip her ass and lift her off the floor. I carry her over to the couch, dropping her on her back. Mrs. Claus lies gasping at the orgasm's final tingles.

I stand between her legs, starring down at her. My cock rests against her thigh as I reach up to reverently run my hands over her breasts. Reaching down between her thighs, Mrs. Claus takes hold of my cock. If feels slick as she rubs her fingers along my shaft. I look down at her with eyes burning with lust as she puts her hands to her mouth to lick off the juices. I reach for her, pulling her toward me. My cock presses against her pussy and with a hard thrust I am in her again.

If my thrusts were hard before, they were nothing compared to now. I slam into her, pushing my cock totally into her. Each thrust rams me as far inside her pussy as I can possibly go. She gasps hard with each thrust to the point of me taking her breath away.

"Mrs. Claus, you are so fucking tight," I grunt between thrusts.

Mrs. Claus can only moan in reply. The force of my thrusts has taken the power of speech from her. Mrs. Claus' pussy feels like a molten fire around my cock. She writhes on the couch, crying out in pleasure as I bring her to the edge of another orgasm.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Mrs. Claus screams as her body shutters beneath me.

Her orgasm is so strong she screams wildly and rolls and twists on the couch. I have to grip her hips to hold her down as I continue to ram into her. I fuck her hard and fast through her orgasm, not letting up once.

"I'm going to cum," I gasp and she pulls her thighs tight around me.

"Yes, cum in me baby!" she yells.

With one final hard thrust I slam my cock up into her. My cock bursts spewing forth my collective seed into her. The sensation jolts her orgasm back into full passion. She cries out as the orgasm sweeps through her. I can feel my cock being coated with her lovely juices once more. I remain stiff for several seconds, before pulling out of her and collapsing atop of her. Mrs. Claus lies still, gasping hard for breath.

We lay entangled on the couch for what seems like forever before Mrs. Claus gets up and dresses. She leans in to kiss me long and hard and passionately and then says, as she pulls away, "I will see you next Christmas.



Me and Mrs. Jones



I had just finished my graduate work in education and was starting my student teaching. I was assigned to an amiable fortyish heavy-set Japanese American woman, named Mrs, Kanagaki, who was a whiz at grammar. I thought, this will be great. I'm crappy at grammar. This just what I need. But after attending her class for only one day, I found out there was a change in schedule, and I wouldn't be working with Mr. Kanagaki after all. Instead, they turned me over to Mrs. Jones, who was a brilliant and rather ethereal 36-year-old woman who taught Literature and writing to college prep students. She had classic female form, with perfect symmetry to her body and an oval-shaped face with blonde hair and brown eyes. She didn't hide her femaleness, even in the classroom. And she was married.

I remember thinking what a shame it was that this intelligent beauty was so far over my head that I was lucky to be in the same room with her. Any kind of personal relationship was obviously out of the question. But sometimes there is a wild card that can throw the natural scheme of things into the crapper. In this case, it was Mrs. Jones's husband. He was an asshole -- a traveling salesman asshole, who was so full of himself that he didn't even consider someone else's point-of-view on any issue with which he might disagree. For example, his wife once invited me over to their home for dinner. He was cooking steaks on the barbecue grill and asked how I liked my steak. 

I don't know why he asked because he really didn't want to know. When I said, "Well done." He said, "What's the point then; why bother eating it. Only classless primitives eat well-done meat." 

Well, I knew I had my crude side, but I also knew what I liked to eat, and it wasn't raw meat -- and I didn't like being dismissed as some kind of monkey who wasn't capable of making his own choices in life. I'm normally not an aggressive or violent guy, and I never ever look for a fight, but I was not pleased with this asshole. I took one step toward him when Mrs. Jones deftly stepped in front of me and said softly but firmly, "Just cook his steak the way he wants it, Charlie." Charlie shrugged and burnt my steak, which wasn't great, but better than raw. It was just edible enough to prevent me from having to kick Charlie's ass. 

As I got to know Mrs. Jones better, I learned that she didn't set herself apart from mere mortals, such as myself. She was actually very down-to-earth, friendly -- and approachable. One might even say: "vulnerable" -- a very good trait from the perspective of an overly hormoned 28-year-old male. She told me her husband cheated on her continually, but that she hadn't cheated on him. . . yet. 

"Too bad I'm so much older than you," she said.

"You're not noticeably older than I am," I said. "I mean we're virtually the same age. I mean you look better than 90 percent of the 25-year-olds. I mean, Hell, I'd fuck you in an instant!" 

Instantly my heart thudded against my chest, and my breathing stopped. I sincerely regretted using the word "fuck" with this refined, educated, and gentle woman. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment. I held my tongue and my breath. At first, her expression didn't change. Then she raised one eyebrow and said softly but evenly, "You would fuck me?"

I remained tongue-tied. Her gaze bore down on me. "You would fuck me?" she repeated, a little louder. Now, she raised two eyebrows as if to elicit a response.

I hesitated, casting about the corners of my mind, seeking a way out of this pool of quicksand I had created for myself. But how does one un-say, the word "fuck." For better or worse, I had said it, and I was stuck with the consequences. 

"Well, yes," I said lamely. "I guess I did say that." 

I was going to follow that admission with the words, "I'm sorry." Instead, I stood paralyzed, holding my breath and looking for another dimension into which I could discreetly disappear.

Silence hung in the room like a church pulpit where the preacher's been caught tapping the choir boys. It was so quiet that I could hear the faint click of the schoolroom wall-clock quietly counting off the seconds over Mrs. Jones's head -- quite possibly the last few seconds of my association with Mrs. Jones. 

Without smiling or showing any other emotion, Mrs. Jones looked me levelly in the eye and finally broke the stifling silence with a deep sigh. Then she said, "I would like to fuck you too. What took you so long to bring up the subject?"

I would have jumped over the desk and fucked her on the spot, but we were sitting in her classroom, less than an hour after school, and students often came in after school to visit with one of their favorite teachers.

Mrs. Jones stood up, put both hands on the desk and leaned toward me. Her white dress shirt was open three buttons and was gapping nicely. A good portion of a great-looking set of tits peeked out at me. 

"I have a pretty decent set of tits," she said. "They're not quite as upright as they used to be, but I think they're maybe not too bad. You might kinda like them."

"I guarantee I'll like them," I said. "They belong to you, and right now there's not a set of tits on this planet I'd rather see. At that point, a student burst into the room with tons of questions about an essay she was working on. Mrs. Jones instantly became a professional and gave the student her full attention.

When the students stopped filtering in, Mrs. Jones pushed herself away from her desk and grabbed some winter clothing from a rack in the corner of the room. She smiled at me and said, "Let's go for a walk and make some plans."

It was January, and even though it never gets really cold in the California valleys, it cools off enough to require some extra clothing when one goes outside during that time of year. I slipped on my jacket, and Mrs. Jones put on about four layers of sweaters, stocking caps, and shawls. I couldn't help noticing the nice shape of her breasts, as she swung the shawls around her neck.

We took a path that wound through a public park and after walking for about five minutes, we sat down under a statue of a man on a horse, holding a rifle high in the air over his head, as he ostensibly urged his followers on. The statue was covered with pigeon shit, tarnishing the forgotten hero of California's past.

We sat down after making sure no pigeons roosted on the rifle above us. Mrs. Jones said, "I want to fuck you, Elvis. I really want to fuck you soon. If you make some reservations at some cheap motel, I'll pay my half when I meet you there."

"I know just the place," I said. "It's called 'The Ritz,' and it advertises, 'Clean sheets and dirty movies.' How about tonight?"

"How about tomorrow after school," she countered. I have to cook dinner for my husband tonight and tomorrow night, but I want to get fucked sometime in between. It's just what the fucking bastard deserves. I'll be getting exactly the same thing all his girlfriends have been getting. Please don't wear a condom. I want him to get obvious seconds tomorrow night. When he realizes what have I had been doing, he will go ballistic. I'll smile and ask him how he likes sloppy seconds, then I'll roll over and go to sleep with a smile on my face."

So that was her motivation: to get even with her husband. I could live with that. A piece of ass was a piece of ass. She didn't have to love me. She just had to fuck me, and I would be happy. I had to clear up one item, though.

"Uh, are you on the pill," I asked. I wasn't particularly noble or even particular when I was a young man, but I didn't want to have any offspring running around without being a part of their lives.

"No, no," she said. "Not on the pill. But I did have my tubes tied, so I'm safe. "Are you safe?" Have you been fucking any whores lately?" (This refined lady was beginning to show all kinds of chinks in her ladyness).

"I don't fuck prostitutes," I said. "And I always use a rubber. Are you clean?"

"Yes, yes." she said. "I don't even fuck my husband any more -- haven't for years. He's just too much of a fucking whore-monger. The only reason I'll let him fuck me tomorrow is because I know he hates seconds, and that's what he's going to get. That will be very very satisfying."

"OK," I said. "Tomorrow, then, after school at the Ritz, on Howe Avenue. I'll make the reservation."

"OK," she agreed. "Tomorrow. I can't wait. You'll love it. I don't take a back seat to anybody when it comes to making love. I'm really good at it. You won't be sorry."

I didn't state the obvious. I knew I'd love it. I'd been lusting after that classic body for months, and now I was going to sample it. However, I had one more thing to say to Mrs. Jones before we left the deserted January park. "Just one more thing. Mrs. Jones, I know how things can fall apart even when they look like they're set in stone. So, even though it looks like a sure thing for tomorrow, I would like to hedge my bets here a little bit before we leave. I'd like to see one of your nipples."

She looked at me, head askance, then smiled and started digging through six layers of clothing. She opened a coat, unbuttoned a sweater, pulled up a sweatshirt, unzipped an inner shirt, pulled up a blouse, reached into her bra and took a tit into her hand. With only a small amount of gymnastics and contortionism, she managed to get a nipple to the surface of her clothing. It was only a nipple and a very small amount of pale flesh surrounding it, but it was just what I wanted to see: Mrs. Jones's nipple. If I never got anything else, I'd have gotten that. 

She held it there for a least a minute, then she said, "I'd give you a taste, but it's too cold today. It's already beginning to firm up, see?"

"Yes, I said. "I see. It sure looks tasty. But as I moved my mouth toward her, Mrs. Jones buried her nipple back under six layers of clothing.

"Not now," she said. Tomorrow, you'll get it all."

She was as good as her word.

The next day was a long day, as I anticipated getting into this woman's pants. Afternoon finally arrived, and I found myself in a cheap motel room, lying comfortably on the bed, and covered only by the sheet that draped across my lap and legs. Mrs. Jones stood in front of me, again wearing six layers of clothes. She removed the the shawl, and as she did so, I could see her full female form straining at all the layers. Even with all the clothing, she still had a prominent female outline. 

She unbuttoned her coat and slipped it off. Next came her sweater, followed by a sweatshirt. Great, I thought. Only three more layers to go. She unbuttoned a shirt and slipped it off. Finally down to a pullover blouse, she slowly began to pull it up. Her flat stomach came into view, then the lower edge of her lacy black bra. She hesitated briefly, then smiled and lifted the blouse over her head. She was standing in a skirt and a sheer black bra that allowed her nipples to peek though. She stopped and stood with hands on hips and a smile on her face. 

"Do you want me to continue?" she asked. At that moment, if there were only one sure thing on planet earth, it was that I wanted her to continue.

Feigning a casualness I obviously didn't feel, I shrugged and said, "Sure. That would be OK."

Again, she smiled and put her hands behind her back. She unsnapped her bra, but didn't remove it. Instead she left if hanging loose, but still covering her tits. She hooked her thumbs in her skirt and pushed it down over her hips. Her black panties were just barely there: enough to cover her bush and top of her crack, but not much else. She let the skirt drop to the floor and stood, looking at me, still smiling.

"You have been a very attentive boy," she said. "And you are about to get your reward. Push that sheet out of the way."

I did so, and of course my hard-on was as full as it was going to get. She looked at my cock and said, "Oh good. You're bigger than my husband. I was hoping you would be. I will tell him so, tonight, after he fucks me with your cum in my pussy. He'll be so pissed off! But it's just what the unfaithful bastard deserves: sloppy seconds, after a bigger cock than his. I'm really going to enjoy that." (Mrs. Jones was really getting into this "dirty talk" thing. It seemed so out of character, but of course, I wasn't complaining even a little).

However, I was getting slightly annoyed about something else. I didn't really mind being used to get back at her husband, but I wanted Mrs. Jones to at least remember she was with me. Then I suddenly remembered what was going on. Upon reflection, I decided that I didn't really care what Mrs. Jones thought about me, as long as I wound up with my cock in her pussy.

"Let's make this good," she said. I want to enjoy it. But please let me take the lead. I haven't had a cock in me for three years, so we have to go a little easy -- at least at first."

She walked over to the bed and stood with her panty-covered pussy only inches from my face. Slowly, she pushed them down. Now, her pussy was right out in the open -- a sight I would have bet a week's wages on not happening only two days earlier. Holy shit! This was Mrs. Jones's pussy, and I was going to get into it.

I stuck out my tongue and she moved toward me, spreading her cunt with her fingers. It was already wet, but I planned to make it a lot wetter. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her crack, which was more like an opening, as she kept herself spread. I pushed in as far as I could reach, then licked upward. When I came to her hood, I pushed up with my tongue and applied pressure against her clit. She shuddered and pushed back.

She put her hands behind my head and gently pulled my mouth tightly against her, as I fluttered my tongue against her clit. It seemed like she was almost too sensitive for the pressure I was applying, but she didn't back away. She caressed the hair on my head, as I worked on her pussy. She was already making little thrusts with her hips in response to my ministrations.

Finally, she pulled back, then pushed me down on the bed and straddled me. She looked down at me from between her tits and smiled again, moving her hips forward and backward, causing my stiff but horizontal cock to rub along the crack of her pussy. Sometimes, she hesitated on the forward thrust and wiggled her clit oh-so-tenderly against the head of my cock. When she did so, she pulled in short intakes of breath accompanied by tiny high-pitched sighs.

Without further preliminaries, she lifted up off of me just far enough and placed the head of my dick at her tender but wet opening. She let herself down just enough to get my cock started into her pussy. She inhaled, rolled her eyes back and held that position for a minute or longer.

"This is going to hurt me a little," she said, but don't worry: I'll get over it soon enough. Just let me do the work." 

I lay on my back and did just that. She closed her eyes and sank down again, sharply inhaling again, but now she was halfway penetrated. Being a visual person, I watched her face form a grimace, as she pushed down again. But she finally hit bottom. Her butt was resting on my thighs and her pussy was filled to the hilt. She smiled a very small smile, her eyes still closed, then said, "This is great. I've never been penetrated this deeply before. You have hit new depths. My husband has never touched where you are touching me right now. You're fucking a virgin, Elvis -- and it feels good!

She sat in that position and rocked, easily at first. With each rock, she moved her tits closer to me. I opened my mouth, and she placed a perfectly formed right tit full against my mouth. I sucked and rolled my tongue around her nipple, as she shuddered again. She pulled away and moved her left tit into position, as she continued to rock on my cock. Her speed increased and she pulled away again. This time she placed my hands on her tits, as she continued to rock.

"I'm not hurting now," she said. "It's time for you to get a little more involved. Squeeze my tits. Roll my nipples, push your cock into me . . . gently. YOU can fuck ME. It's your turn."

As I always do with women I'm in the process of fucking, I followed directions and started a little humping rhythm. I wanted to get those fabulous tits bouncing. She guessed what I was doing and altered the bouncing, slightly out of time, causing a little unevenness in her bounce and inducing her tits to bounce very nicely. Shit! Mrs. Jones was riding MY cock, and she was bouncing her tits for me. How great was that?

She joined the humping rhythm and picked up the pace. The tenderness in her pussy was quickly being replaced by an urgency in her movements. I recognized her urgency and matched her. She rode and bounced and thrust harder and harder until finally, she came down hard and rubbed her clit against my pubic hair, as I pushed back. She was right. Mrs. Jones was good at this.

She ground hard against my pelvic area, with short, hard breaths changing to sighs and just the tiniest of squeals.

She remained in position on top of my cock until all the shuddering stopped. Then she smiled and said, "OK, Your turn."

With that, she grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled me over, without losing penetration until I was lying between her spread and upraised legs. She was making a "U" for me to lie between. "Don't worry about my tenderness," she said. "It's time for you to get off; you deserve it."

So there I lay, between Mrs. Jones's legs, fucking the most elegant and refined lady I had ever known -- and she was inviting me to cum right there, inside her pussy. I was only too happy to oblige.

We lay there for only about ten minutes before Mrs. Jones got up and got dressed. "That was great," she said. You're a very considerate lover. I thoroughly enjoyed being your piece of ass for this one and only time. Don't expect this to happen again. Now, I'm going home to let my fucked up husband get sloppy seconds. Have a great life.

So, that's my Mrs. Jones story. She was a classy lady, she was a great piece of ass, and unfortunately, she was a woman of her word.



Me & Mrs. Jones



I looked down at my cock. I know pride is a sin, but I was suddenly proud of my big piece of meat. It was growing again and I wished she hadn't left. 

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Mr Jones arrived the next day for the weekend. He reminded me a lot of Tristan only without the wild streak. He was shorter then me by a foot, even shorter then his wife. He was nice, but he seemed stern and proper, just the opposite of his wife. It was probably his idea to send Tristan to an all boys religious school. He was a lot older then his wife, probably close to twenty years.

I didn't see much of Mrs. Jones that weekend. The few times I did, she seemed bored. 

I went out to the boardwalk with Tristan that weekend. His girl Mary had a friend named Amber. She was an attractive little blonde, though her breasts weren't half as big as Mrs. Jones. She wore big platform shoes and her shorts were so small and tight, her butt cheeks stuck out. She seemed delighted to hang out with me, though she quickly seemed to grow bored with my shyness and lack of conversational skills. 

We said goodbye and Tristan leaned over and gave Mary a big kiss. I looked at Amber, she was looking back at me expectantly. I leaned over to kiss her and at the last minute she turned her face and I planted a kiss on her cheek. Embarrassed, I backed off and we waved bye. 

The next night, Amber didn't come out with us. I felt like a third wheel as Tristan and Mary were all over each other. The three of us went back to the cottage Mary and Amber were renting. They left me on the porch and went into the one room cottage. A minute later they kicked Amber out and she joined me. 

Finally, after ten minutes of silence, Amber said, "Why don't you like me?" 

"I do like you," I replied, "what do you mean?" 

"How come you didn't make a pass at me?" 

"I'm sorry. I wanted to, but I don't know how." 

Amber moved next to me and she leaned over. I bent down and kissed a girl for the first time. I liked it, but my stupid penis turned rock hard again. 

We kissed for around fifteen minutes, finally Amber whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you want." 

I didn't know what she was talking about, but I did know that my cock was hurting again. "I want you to suck my cock." I whispered back. 

Amber pulled back and looked at me surprised. "Crude, but I guess you're making progress," she said. "Ok, but You're going have to return the favor." 

"What do you mean?" I asked confused. 

"If I suck you off, you have to eat my pussy. It's only fair." 

"I've never done that," I replied suddenly guilty for not eating Mrs. Jones' two nights before. 

"Really?" she didn't seem that surprised, "well it doesn't matter, I'll teach you." 

She kissed me again and I felt her hand undoing my shorts. "Let's see what you're hiding in there." She pulled down my zipper and reached in. 

I felt her hand wrap around my cock and pull it out. It went limp at the look on her face. She shook her head in denial and a look of fear was written on her face. Amber let go and backed away. She looked down at my crotch then up at me. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She turned and tried the door to their cottage, but it was locked. She then turned and ran out the porch door. 

"Amber, wait," I yelled, stuffing my suddenly deflated cock into my pants, but she ignored me and ran off into the night. 

Tristan came out a moment later a big grin on his face. Mary followed him. "Where's Amber?" she asked. 

"She went for a walk," I lied. 

Mary saw the look on my face. "Don't let her upset you. There's plenty of girls who'd be happy to meet a nice guy like you." 

"Thanks," I said dejected. 

Tristan gave her a big kiss and we left. He bragged the whole way home about how he had gotten her to touch his penis. "Next time I think I can talk her into a blow job," he said. 

I didn't say anything. Mrs Jones had obviously felt sorry for me and sucked me off. Amber was too scared of my cock to even stay in the same room with it. Mrs Jones had lied to me. I was a freak.

I had a great work ethic from growing up on a farm with stern parents and when financial realities set in- I set out to look for a job. Tristan being who he is, had gotten a job at a place on the boardwalk, called Playland. It was one of those noisy places, filled with kids, video games, and amusement rides. I got a job at a sub shop, flipping burgers and grilling cheesesteaks.

I kept to myself for a week, avoiding everyone whenever possible. I immersed myself in my job and I liked it, except for one of the waitresses who was a real bitch. She was one of the best looking girls, I'd ever seen and I always stood meekly and took her constant bitching. She would nag me over every mistake I made and I would just look down at my feet and sneak peeks at her long tan legs. 

There was a very nice waitress named Sherie. She had a nice figure and was very friendly. I think she had a crush on me because she'd always sneak peaks at me and would blush when I caught her. She had a cute Southern accent and was pretty except her looks were over shadowed by Tina.

The bitches name was Tina. My dad subscibed to Sports Illustrated and he would always throw away the swimsuit issue. I would dig it out of the trash to look at the girls. Tina reminded me of Tyra Banks in looks and figure. She was a light skinned black girl with bright green eyes. One day she came in wearing a bikini top and I thought I would blow my load. Of course. my cock was always hard around her.

My stupid cock was hard now, as I walked home from working the late shift. I let myself in to the house. It was dark and I almost didn't see Mrs Jones sitting there in the dark.

"I'm worried about you Chad, she said flicking on a light. "I'm worried you haven't gotten off in five days and might masturbate again."

She was wearing a robe and sitting there with her legs crossed. She was right. I had never needed to cum as bad as I did right then. I was addicted to cumming and there was no turning back. Still, though my cock said yes, my mind said no. "I'm fine Mrs Jones. You don't have to feel sorry for me."

"I don't feel sorry for you. What's wrong Chad?"

"I know I'm a freak and your doing this out of pity."

"I told you your not a freak, your gifted. Why do you think your a freak?"

I told her about Amber running away when she saw my penis. Mrs Jones face flushed and she seemed angry.

"So you didn't actually do anything with this girl?" she said. I shook my head with shame and she continued. "Good. She's just young and stupid. She doesn't' know a good thing when she sees it. Stay away from her Chad, she's a tramp. I'll keep you satisfied."

I still didn't quite believe her, but at that moment she stood up and removed her robe. She was wearing a lacy white bra and sheer panties. They were so thin, I could see the dark patch between her legs and her red nipples. This was the closest I had come to seeing her naked. I wanted to say, "no," but my cock was doing all my thinking at the moment.

I followed Mrs Jones into her bedroom. She motioned me to be quiet and pointed at the ceiling. I assumed Tristan was asleep upstairs. She pushed me over towards the bed and she ran her hands under my shirt. I shivered as her fingers felt along the ridges of my muscles and she toyed with my nipples. 

She crinkled her nose. My shirt stank from the grill and she raised it up to my shoulders. She couldn't pull it off, since I was so tall, so I helped her, throwing my shirt on the floor. 

Mrs Jones came into my arms and rubbed her lingerie clad body on mine. She looked up at me expectantly and I leaned down, kissing her for the first time. It was like our lips were glued together. She was a much better kisser then Amber. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I pushed mine back. Her lips never left mine as I felt her undoing my pants. 

My pants fell around my ankles and I felt her reach into my underwear. We both moaned as her hand grabbed my cock and stroked it. She broke our lip lock and stepped back. I could see her bosom heaving and her nipples were rock hard, straining against her bra. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me back. I fell down on her large bed and I sat on the edge. 

Mrs Jones bent over and pulled my underwear all the way off. She then kneeled between my legs and once again I felt a surge of power. Mrs Jones wrapped one hand around the thick shaft of my cock and pulled it aside. She buried her nose in my crotch and took a big sniff. I wanted to apologize as I hadn't showered and I had sweat all day at the grill, but she seemed to like my smell. 

She bent my cock down towards her mouth and she planted a loving kiss on the tip. I moaned as she began licking around the head and up and down the sides. She swallowed the head and I sighed as my cock entered her warm, wet, mouth. 

I felt the head hitting the back of her throat and then my cock entered her throat and began sliding down. It was the best feeling of my life. Her throat was tight and wet. She seemed to have difficulty at first, but she soon developed a rhythm. 

Last time, she had only sucked on about half of my cock, now she was taking it all. I loved it, but I was worried she might quit doing this for me. I was starting to last longer each time I was with her. It took almost fifteen minutes before I started even getting close to cumming. 

I lost control again and I grabbed her head, moving it rapidly up and down my cock, while bucking my hips into her mouth. Her moans were muffled by my cock as I used her mouth to get off. 

The sperm shot up out of my balls and I bellowed loudly as I came in her mouth. I shut up suddenly worried that I would wake up Tristan. My cum seemed to catch Mrs Jones by surprise and she struggled to pull away, but I held her head over my cock. 

My balls had built up as much sperm in the last few days as they had in the entire four year period since my first orgasm. Mrs Jones struggled to swallow it all, but the amount overwhelmed her and dribbled down her chin. I released her and she fell back gasping. She opened her mouth to breathe and more of my sperm poured out of her mouth, falling on her breasts and soiling her bra.

She looked dazed as she stood up and went into her bathroom to clean up. I continued to sit on the bed, my cock deflated to about eight inches and it dangled over the side. 

"I thought you would have gone back to your room," she said upon returning. She was wiping around her chin with a towel. 

"I wanted to return the favor," I said standing up. I grabbed her and sat her down on the bed. 

"You mean you want to eat me?" she asked. Her eyes had opened as wide as saucers and suddenly her whole body seemed to shake with nervousness. 

I kneeled between her legs and reached out and grabbed the waistband of her little panties. She jumped when I yanked them off her. I pulled her legs apart and stared at my first pussy. It glistened with moisture and two vertical pink lips seemed to be opening and closing with desire. I moved closer. 

"Oh god," she cried when my breath hit her pussy. "I've always wanted to do this. Mr Jones won't kiss me down there." She jerked when I kissed her pussy lips. 

"C-Chad, that's my labia. Run your tongue up and down it." I followed her instructions. She showed me her clit and it seemed to grow as I teased it with my tongue. I was a fast learner and soon she couldn't even talk to give me directions, but I didn't need them any more. 

I liked eating her pussy, but I loved watching her body react to it. She was panting and moaning. Her head was thrashing from side to side and her whole body was writhing as she grabbed the covers of the bed until her knuckles were white. I looked up her belly It was undulating wildly as her hips rose to match the thrusts of my tongue. I felt as powerful giving her pleasure as I did having her kneel between my legs, with my cock in her mouth. 

"P-put your finger in me," she gasped. 

I slid one finger in her pussy and I quickly decided to make it two. I continued to tongue her clit as I flexed my fingers in her pussy. Mrs Jones' legs suddenly wrapped around my head and squeezed. She looked down her body and our eyes met. As she stared into my eyes, her pussy suddenly clamped down on my fingers and she screamed in orgasm. At first I was scared I had hurt her, but she just kept thanking me over and over so I kept at it. It was like I had opened a flood gate. I didn't stop eating her and she didn't stop cumming. I lost count after about six big orgasms. Finally, it seemed she couldn't take any more and she grabbed my head and pushed me back. I stood up between her legs grinning at the look of awe on her face. My cock was rock hard again. 

"Mr Jones hasn't made me cum in twelve years Chad," she said grabbing my cock. 

I suddenly felt sorry for her. This beautiful woman, stuck with her lame old husband. 

She was pulling my cock towards her and bending it down towards her pussy, which was gaping open between.her spread legs. I stopped moving forward out of fear of accidentally entering her and breaking one of the lord's commandments. Mrs Jones seemed to moan in frustration and she looked like a mad woman as she looked at me. She began rapidly stroking my cock so fast that I felt like cumming after ten minutes. 

She saw how red and engorged my cock was and she pointed the head down at her pussy. She was raising her pussy towards it as I came, but my cock jerked and the first strand of semen fell from her belly button to her breasts. The second hit just under her belly button, just before she got it back under control and my third strand landed on her labia. Her entire thigh and pussy area was covered in sperm by the time I quit cumming.

I stepped back and looked at her as I pulled my shorts on. That moment was, without a doubt, the best in my life so far. I watched my sperm liquefying on her body and some started sliding down into her belly button. "Mrs Jones, your wasting my sperm." 

She just nodded and brought her finger down to her abdomen, scooping up a wad of my semen. She brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked my sperm off. 

"Thanks," I said, leaving the room. She was a good woman to keep me from sinning like that.

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Mr Jones came down for the Fourth of July weekend and stayed for a week. Mrs Jones seemed to glance at me longingly every time I saw her, which wasn't much. The beach towns get mobbed for that week and both Tristan and I were busy working. 

The night of the Fourth, the fireworks were over and I was making my way down the boardwalk on my way home. I decided to stop in Playland to see Tristan. The noise assaulted me the moment I walked in there. The clanging of the video machines, the screaming kids, and all the other chatter was overwhelming. I had no idea how Tristan could work there all day long. 

I wasn't paying much attention where I was going and the next thing I knew I had bumped into someone. "Sorry," I said, looking down into Amber's surprised face. 

"Chad," she said. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you." 

We stood silently looking at each other. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry about the other night. I've just never seen...I just...Your horse cock just scared me, ok." 

"I understand," I replied. "It's a shame though. I was really looking forward to eating your pussy. I'm quite good at it." 

"Chad!" she said blushing then added, "Liar. You told me you've never done it before." 

I said nothing and we stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments. 

"Listen," she said. "My date is getting change and will be back soon. Why don't you meet me back at our place later and I show you how to make a woman happy. If your lucky I might even jack you off, but don't expect anything more." 

We were interrupted by her date coming back. I nodded at him and left. Tristan was working the dart game and I saw Mary waiting for him to get off. She saw me and straightened up. I saw her eyes flicker quickly towards my crotch. Amber must have said something to her about the other night. She recovered quickly and smiled at me. 

I looked Mary over once myself. She was a fox. Amber had small breasts, but Mary's were big and firm. She was wearing a tight half shirt that showed off her large bosom and left her thin waist bare. Mary had a sexy pierced belly button. She had on a short mini skirt that showed off her lean legs and her cute feet were wearing a nice pair of sandals. Mary had long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was almost as sexy as Mrs Jones. Tristan was completely smitten with her.

I chatted with Mary for a few minutes. She seemed surprised when I told her I was meeting Amber back at their cottage. She excused herself and said she would see us at the cottage later. I think she left early to claim the bedroom for her and Tristan, sticking me and Amber with the porch again, but it didn't matter to me. I just needed to get off. It had been seven days since my night with Mrs Jones and I was going crazy from all the sperm that was building up in my balls. 

Tristan got off work shortly afterwards and we headed down the boardwalk to the girls house. 

"Don't fall for Amber," Tristan warned. "She's a tease and will break your heart." 

"I understand," I replied. "How are things with you and Mary?" 

He got a stupid grin on his face at the mention of her name. "Great buddy. I've never felt this way about a girl before." 

"How far have you two gone?" 

His smile faded for a second. "She's let me play with her big tits. She'll jerk me off, but won't put her mouth anywhere near penis. She's still a virgin. You'll screw Amber before I get Mary. 

That was when I started thinking about sex. I had thought of sex as taboo, but now I wasn't so sure. If I slept with Tristan's mom, it would be adultery, but Amber wasn't married. Sex with her would be wrong, but not a sin. Anyway, all this thought about sex had my dick hard and I quit thinking about it less walking became difficult. 

We arrived at Mary's cottage and Tristan kissed her and winked at me as he went inside. I sat on the porch and waited for Amber to get home. She arrived a short time latter. I sat in the dark and watched her get rid of her date. He clearly seemed pissed off, like he wanted to come inside. She just let him kiss her on the cheek and left him standing there. 

She smiled at me when she came into the porch. "Now where were we?" she said. 

"You were in my arms kissing me and feeling around in my pants." 

"Like this," she said sitting next to me and kissing me. 

We kissed for several minutes pausing only to lift my shirt off over my head. She was wearing a tank top and I ran my hands up under her shirt caressing her braless breasts. They were small, but smooth. Her nipples were long and rock hard. She moaned as I pinched them. Amber was shivering and her hand was shaking as once again she reached out to unbutton my shorts. I stopped her long enough to pull her top off over her head, leaving her nude, but for a short skirt and her sandals. 

Hers were the first nipples I had seen bare. Mrs Jones had always worn a bra or bikini top. Amber had almost no aureola, but her nipples were long and thick. I decided I liked bigger breasts better, but Ambers were still nice. 

She managed to get my cock out and she started stroking it as she kissed me. Her kisses were nice, but lame and I started shoving my tongue between her lips. She struggled to back away, but I grabbed the back of her head, holding her mouth on mine. Soon she was tonguing me back as passionately as I was doing her and I let go of her head. Her hands had also started moving faster up and down my cock. 

She broke away from our lip-lock and looked at me gasping for air. She smiled at me then knelt down between my legs. "You have the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life," she said examining it. 




Me & Mrs. Jones



Just how many has she seen? I wondered.

She ran her fingers all over my cock and balls. "Chad," she said staring at it. "It's absolutely beautiful." This caused my cock to swell up even more. She squeezed the tip of my cock. "The head is almost as big as my fist," she said holding her fist up next to it in comparison. Amber was a very dainty girl and she made everything look large. I felt like a giant standing beside her on the boardwalk. 

"Why don't you kiss it?" I asked. 

"Ok," she said meekly and she leaned forward. She closed her eyes and kissed the tip of my cock. It looked even bigger next to her small head. 

She pulled away and began stroking it again. I gently put my hand around the back of her head and said, "Kiss it again this time slip it some tongue," as I pulled her head forwards towards my cock.

She didn't resist and this time she french kissed the head of my cock. Her tongue flickered out and ran all over the head. 

At that moment Tristan knocked on the door and yelled, "Can I come out?" 

"Not yet," I yelled back. 

Amber was so absorbed with licking the head of my cock that I don't even think she heard him. "Suck on it Amber," I told her. 

She pulled back and looked at me seeming to think about it for a moment. "Cum in my mouth and I will kill you. Understand?"

I nodded and pulled her head forward again. I have to give her credit, she tried. She slurped on my cock lovingly and she clearly enjoyed herself, but she could never get more then half in her mouth. Her body just wasn't built for it. 

"Are you close?" she said pausing to catch her breath after about ten minutes. 

"Nope," I said, remembering the good old days when I would have cum after the first couple of sucks. "Keep sucking." 

She sucked on my cock for another ten minutes until Tristan pounded on the door again. "Are you done yet?" 

"NO!" I yelled back. 

"Well hurry up," he yelled. 

Amber had quit sucking me and said, "Alright my turn." 

"I haven't cum yet." 

"You'll lose interest in me when you do." 

"No I won't," I said grabbing her head and pulling her back towards my crotch. My cock head poked at her lips a couple times before she opened her mouth and took it back inside. I had been getting close when she had stopped and my balls were aching. I held her head and pulled it up and down my cock for about five minutes. I felt the sperm churning in my balls as I fucked her face. My cock swelled up and she struggled to get it out of her mouth, but I wouldn't let go. I held her still and my cum erupted in her mouth, filling it quickly and squirting out the sides. 

It was my best orgasm yet as I had built up a lot of sperm over the last week. Amber finally had to swallow in order to breath through her nose. Once she had swallowed, she quit struggling and swallowed some more, willingly this time.

Finally, she backed off and a last blast of sperm flew from my cock and splattered on her breasts. "Jerk," she said and more sperm dribbled out of her mouth as she spoke. I could see semen stretching between her lips as she spoke. She couldn't even close her mouth all the way after sucking me off. Her mouth was too sore. 

"It's a sin to waste semen," I said and I pulled her to her feet and sat her on the love seat. I kneeled between her legs and pulled her panties off under her skirt. 

I looked up at her and saw her tongue flick out and lap up some of the sperm on her lips. She liked the taste after all. She saw me staring and said, "OK now I'll tell you what to do." 

I didn't wait for her instructions. I literally attacked her pussy and used every thing I had learned from Mrs Jones. No more words left her lips just whimpers and moans. Soon she was thrusting her pussy into my mouth and her hands were gripping the cushions tightly. She had a series of small orgasms from my teasing from her clit and a couple more as I nibbled her labia. 

I moved the skirt out of my eyes, so that I could look up at her as I slid my fingers into her. She started bucking like crazy and I knew she was about to have a big orgasm. Tristan knocked on the door again as I ate her, but I wasn't about to stop to answer him. I just kept eating and fingering her pussy.

I saw the curtain in the house move aside and Tristan and Mary's face framed in the window as they stared out at us. Their expressions turned from a look of anger to one of shock at what they saw. 

Amber let out a loud piercing scream as she came. Her back was arched and her nipples were pointed at the sky. Of me, all they could see was my head between her legs. I saw the curtain quickly close. 

I stood and looked at Amber. She seemed to have passed out from the orgasm. I pulled on my shorts and yanked Amber to her feet as I knocked on the door. 

Tristan opened it and Amber shuffled into the room like she was in a daze. His and Mary's eyes flickered to her bare breasts and I realized it was still covered in my sperm as was her chin. 

Mary gasped when she saw her roommate and her eyes flickered over to my bare chest and down to my crotch once again, before turning to help Amber to the bathroom. 

Tristan came out and I pulled my shirt on as we left. He didn't say a word to me until we got home. When we got to his room and laid down in our beds he said, "You know. I hope Mary lets me do that to her soon." 

Tristan told me later that she had jerked him off He had cum after only a few strokes and was ready to go by the time Amber came home. He had only been alone with Mary for five minutes and I felt rude for making him wait another hour.

The next day, Mr Jones was loading his car to head home. He looked pissed. The Fourth of July had fallen on a Wednesday and Mr Jones had to drive all the way to Massachusetts to work one day and then drive back to the beach house. He asked if I would dig a flower bed for his wife. I of course, said yes. Mrs Jones came out to kiss her husband goodbye. Oddly, I felt somewhat superior when I saw him kissing the lips that had been wrapped around my cock just a week before.

I striped down to my shorts and I was digging his flower bed when he pulled out of the driveway. Tristan was off with Mary. Mr Jones had been gone less then five minutes when Mrs Jones came out by the pool in one of the skimpiest string bikini's I had ever seen. It was white and the cups were so small they barely covered her can-sized nipples. If she had worn that tiny thing to the beach she would have been arrested

She must have wanted to make sure I did a good job because she stared at my chest the whole time I was digging in the yard.

As I was finishing up, Mrs Jones jumped in the pool. She climbed out by me and my tongue must have hit the floor. The bikini was completely see-thru when wet. It was the closest I had come to seeing her completely naked. She arched her back thrusting her breasts out and shook the water out of her long blonde hair. I was instantly erect.

"Oh dear," she said spying my erection. "We're going have to take care of that monster aren't we."

I followed her into the house. She came into my arms as soon as we were safe from prying eyes. We kissed passionately. 

Mrs Jones pulled back and her bikini fell to the floor. "Chad you naughty boy."

"I didn't untie it Mrs Jones. I swear," I said staring at her incredible body totally nude for the first time. No more teasing glimpses under bikinis and lingerie.

"No harm done," she said obviously enjoying my awe of her body."

She kneeled and pulled my shorts down planting a quick kiss on my cock when it was freed. We were interrupted by the phone ringing.

She looked pissed, but she stood and answered it. "What," she said into the speaker. Her eyes flickered back to me and she said, "Sorry he's not here," and then she hung up the phone. "Someone for Tristan," she said returning to me.

Mrs Jones returned her mouth to my cock and soon her head was bobbing up and down. She had almost brought me off before she stood and lead me to her bedroom. 

I laid down on my back on the bed and Mrs Jones laid down beside me and went back to sucking my cock. I just laid back-a dumb grin on my face- and enjoyed the sensations. I looked around and found myself staring at a picture of Mr Jones. For some reason I snickered at the thought of the old prude's inferior penis. The way women were responding to my cock was really starting to go to my head and I vowed to try to be more humble. Next to the picture of Mr Jones was one of Tristan as a young teenager, grinning at me with his devilish grin. I felt a twinge of guilt, but I pictured him changing into his bathing suit and the memory of his little penis made me feel smug and superior again. 

Mrs Jones took a break from sucking my cock. Even I had never seen it look so big or blood engorged. The whole thing was a purplish color and the big veins along its length were bulging. Luckily, she took my mind off my need to cum by shoving her pussy into my mouth. 

She sat on my face as I tongued her, I enjoyed the view looking up the narrow strip of pubic hair, past her undulating belly, and at her big breasts bouncing as she writhed around on my tongue. She came about every fifth bounce. 

Mrs Jones taught me several new things that day. When she was through sitting on my face she turned around and I found myself staring between the crack of her butt cheeks at her cute little rosebud. I then felt her lips back on my cock. 

I liked this position because we could both satisfy each other at the same time. She told me later it was called sixty-nine. Each time she would bob her head she would grind her pussy into my mouth. Mrs Jones took my entire cock in her mouth, deep throating me seemed to be getting easier for her the more we did it.. 

After several minutes I felt my cock explode into her mouth. I bellowed into her pussy as I came. The way she had brought me close to cumming several times made this orgasm feel even better. I came buckets. I think the size of my load even took Mrs Jones by surprise. I know, because when she turned to look at me, my sperm covered her face and hair and she had already gulped several mouth fulls. 

Mrs Jones left to clean herself up. When she came back she said, "Chad, you must be sore from all that digging. Why don't you turn over and I'll give you a back rub." 

The thought of a sexy nude woman rubbing my back had my cock stirring again. I wasn't about to say no.

I laid there contentedly while Mrs Jones rubbed my back. She straddled my legs and rubbed my lower back. She began moving her body up further along my legs as she kneaded the muscles on my back, working her way to my shoulders. I got hard again when I felt her pubic hairs tickling my butt cheeks. 

"Roll over and I'll do your chest," whispered Mrs Jones in my ear. 

She raised her body up and I rolled over. I could feel her pussy hairs on my testicles and her big boobs were dangling just before my face. My cock jumped up with excitement. It extends just past my navel when I'm hard and Mrs Jones lifted my cock up to rub my abs. She let go of it and worked her way up my chest. As she did so her pussy slid over my balls to the base of my cock and up towards the head. It was wet and seemed to radiate warmth. She moaned as she massaged my pecs, sliding her pussy up and down the length of my rod. 

I was finding it difficult to think clearly as all the blood in my head rushed down towards my cock. I wanted to fuck this sexy woman more then I wanted anything else in the world. The feeling of her warm pussy rubbing my cock was driving me insane. I knew if I didn't put a stop to it now, I'd break one of the lord's commandments. "Mrs Jones please stop," I moaned through clenched teeth. 

"Just let me rub the back of your neck, then I'll quit," she replied. I noticed she was breathing heavy and her nipples were jutting out. 

I'll never forget that moment for the rest of my life. As she leaned up to rub my neck, her pussy slid over the head of my cock and I felt the head swallowed by her lips.

Her pussy was hot and wet and it gripped the head of my cock like a vice. I was filled with a deep sense of belonging. I tried to pull out, but she gripped tighter with her legs holding me in. "Mrs Jones," I cried, "aren't we committing adultery?" 

"Only if you cum inside me Chad," she said. 

I opened my mouth to protest, but she shoved one of her nipples into my mouth. The teasing glimpses I had of her nipples previously had me dreaming of them and today not only had I gotten to see them, but I was sucking on them. I shut up and concentrated on her big breasts. I sucked on her nipples like she sucked on my cock. My tongue teased the tips and licked around her little rods. 

Suddenly, her nipples were pulled from my mouth and Mrs Jones arched her back. Her fingernails dug into my chest as she screamed in orgasm. She shuddered and collapsed on me. 

"Your incredible Chad," she mumbled, "Just the head of your giant cock can make me cum." As she said this, she was pushing down, taking more in. "So thick," she said. Mrs Jones stopped at five inches. "This is as much as my husband can give me," she said cumming as she slid another inch in. "Fuck me Chad," she screamed, "Fuck me with your big cock." 

I did. Mrs Jones began bouncing up and down on my cock thrashing wildly and I was bucking my hips every time she slid down. More of my cock was sliding in with each thrust until about nine inches was swallowed by her pussy. I wanted to feel my entire cock buried in her snug pussy, but I couldn't get it in any deeper. Anyway, I knew I wasn't about to last much longer. 

I wanted it to last forever, but her pussy was just too tight and too hot. The walls of her vagina seemed to squeeze around my cock milking my cum from my balls. Our entire fuck session probably only lasted ten minutes. "Mrs Jones," I screamed, "I'm cumming get off." 

She must not have heard me because she just continued to bounce up and down my cock. Luckily, I managed to yank it out just in time. She whimpered as I came all over my stomach. Some strands of sperm flying all the way up to my chest. 

I was mad because she had almost caused us to sin and lest my sperm be wasted, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth down to my stomach. She did a good job licking up my sperm, even going so far as to lick a glob out of my belly button.

Mrs Jones got off me and stood up. She had a dreamy, far off look on her face. She came out of her daze when the phone rang. "No, he's still not here," she said into the receiver before hanging up. 

I headed out to the pool to cool off and practise swimming. 

Tristan came home that night beaming. He had taken Mary's virginity. She had asked him to eat her and she had gotten so turned on, she had pulled him into her. He was upset that she still hadn't sucked his cock though. 

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The next day, Mrs Jones pulled me into her bedroom. "Come on Chad," she said taking her robe off, "Lets fuck again before my husband gets here." 

I knew what we were doing was wrong, but the sight of her nude body was too much to bear. I stripped and we jumped onto her bed. Just like yesterday, I ate her pussy and she sucked me off until I came. I liked cumming once in her mouth because I always seemed to last longer the second time and if she didn't mind, I wanted to fuck her for hours. 

As my cum poured into her mouth, I looked over at the picture of Mr Jones again. This time I didn't feel guilty, instead I thought, "he can't give her what I can. fuck him." 

I was lasting longer each time we got together. It took me close to half an hour to cum in her mouth that time. I repaid the favor by kissing and eating her pussy for a half hour. She came countless times before pulling me up onto her. She guided my cock into her pussy. I began working a little bit in at a time. Her hot body was completely engulfed by my large torso. This time I was in control. This was how it should be. "Fuck me Chad, fuck me," she said weakly. I could barely hear her as her head was buried in my chest. "Fuck me with your big cock." 

I fucked her for fortyfive minutes. She moaned, screamed, panted, sighed, and begged as I experimented with various speeds and styles of fucking her. She liked every one. She took another inch this time and sometimes I fucked her with all ten inches, slow, fast, or sometimes I kept most of it in her pussy moving it around just an inch or so. 

Mrs Jones had about a dozen orgasms as I fucked her. She was nearing another big one when I felt myself getting close. She was really into it. Her hips were rising to match my thrusts and she was squealing each time she took ten inches of my cock all the way in. "Mrs Jones, I'm close. I have to pull out."

I began to withdraw my dick, but Mrs Jones had other ideas. Her legs wrapped tightly around my butt and her pussy seemed to grip my cock holding it in. I could have broken free, but there wasn't time. Instead, I reversed course and slammed my cock into her as I came. My cum sprayed places in her pussy, so deep her wimp husband could never touch. I felt like I was claiming a prize as I filled her with my cum. Mrs Jones screamed as she came. I was thankful Tristan wasn't home or he would have heard her even upstairs or by the pool, she was so loud. 

I pulled my shrinking cock from her pussy. It was soaked with our juices. A long strand of cum dangled from the tip to her labia. She was half comatose from the strength of her orgasm, so I just wiped off my cock on her pubic hair. I looked down at her pussy. Her legs were spread wide. The first time I had seen her pussy it was beautiful, now it was a gaping sperm filled hole. More of my sperm slowly slid out of her pussy like it was reluctant to leave. A cold chill ran up my spine. What had we done? We had committed adultery and it had felt great, but I was immediately overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. I ran from the room.

I avoided everyone that weekend. Luckily, I had to work a lot and it took my mind of my crises of conscience. My co-workers could tell something was bothering me and Sherie asked if I wanted to talk about it. I politely declined. She was a nice, decent girl and for the first time, I noticed how cute she was. The way her shoulder length red hair framed her freckle covered face gave her a sweet innocent look. I thought that if I ever felt better, I might ask her out. 

Tina, on the other hand, knew I was upset about something but continued to bitch at me every chance she got. 

Sunday, the sick feeling in my stomach deepened. The Jones family and I went to church together and the sermon was on "the sins of the flesh." I was horrified and I broke out in a cold sweat. I looked down past Tristan and Mr Jones at Mrs Jones. It didn't seemed to bother her at all. She seemed bored by the sermon. She caught my glance and winked at me. Our mortal souls were in peril and she winked at me! I felt like I was going to vomit.

Monday, I had off work. Tristan was going home for a week with his dad and they left early in the morning. Mrs Jones walked into my room naked as soon as they were gone. My face turned pale with fright, but my cock immediately started growing. 

"No Mrs Jones we can't do this any more." 

She looked surprised. "Why not Chad," she said grabbing her own nipples and toying with them, "don't you want me?" 

I wanted her right then more then anything in the world, but I fought it. "No Mrs Jones. We're sinning. We need to confess. Didn't you listen to the sermon yesterday?" 

She frowned like she couldn't remember anything the priest had said. I think she also noticed how adamant I looked. "I'll talk to the priest about what we're doing," she said leaving. 

I immediately pulled down my shorts and looked at my blood engorged cock. I felt suddenly scared of my own penis. The urge to cum was growing as strong as my conscience. I wasn't sure if I could have held out another minute, especially all the way to the end of the summer. Oh my god! I thought, I'm alone with her until the end of the week. 




Me & Mrs. Jones



I needed to cool off, so I threw on my bathing suit and fled downstairs. I swore I could hear Mrs Jones moaning in her room, her voice softly calling my name. My face turned red and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I stopped and turned towards her door, reaching for the knob. I needed to cum so badly. 

I was saved by the phone ringing. It brought me out of my trance and I ran to the kitchen to grab it. It was Mary. 

"Hi Chad," she said on the other end of the line. Amber and I are going to the beach and wanted to know if you wanted to tag along." 

That was just what I needed, I thought to get me out of this house. "Sure I'd love to," I replied. "Good, meet us in a couple minutes, and Chad, Amber wants to know if everything is all right between you two." 

"Of course it is. Why?" I asked. I thought I heard Amber sigh with relief on the other end, like she was listening in. 

"She called you all weekend and you never called back." 

"That's odd. I never got any messages. Tell her I'm sorry it's just a misunderstanding." We finished talking and I ran out the door lest my cock got the better of me again.

I met them on the beach a little later and helped the girls carry their things down near the water. Amber was wearing a bikini top and some really short shorts again. She wiggled out of her jeans. We talked for a few minutes and I apologized again. Then I didn't hear anything she said as the blood was rushing in my ears again. 

Mary had been wearing a large T-shirt that almost reached her knees. As I talked to Amber, she arched her back and slowly pulled the shirt up over her body. She was wearing a skimpy string bikini almost as small as the one Mrs Jones liked to wear around the pool. The only difference was Mary's wasn't a g-string, but then, that kind of suit was illegal in public. 

If Mrs Jones was perfection, Mary was the next best thing. She had large perfectly rounded breasts with large prominent nipples, Her whole body was a golden tan. Her pierced navel was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and it drove me crazy. Tristan was a lucky guy to be with such a beautiful girl and I was happy for him, though she probably needed a man sized cock to satisfy her. He had taken her virginity, but she still hadn't been fucked by real dick yet. My cock was hard and I shook my head to clear it of these evil thoughts. 

I think Amber noticed me staring at Mary and she pulled me down near the water. Amber gave Mary a disgusted look as we passed her. Mary just smiled at me. 

Amber and I walked along the beach holding hands. I'd never had so many women stare at me before. I was still using Tristan's bathing suit and it was too small. My cock had it bulging out obscenely. Amber seemed happy to be walking along next to me. 

I looked down at her little body. I needed to get off. It wasn't adultery with her. We made a date for that night and walked back to our chairs. Mary was reading a book when we got back. Amber sat down in her chair and I excused myself for a swim. The ocean was calm that day and I was starting to gain confidence in my swimming. The cold water finally deflated my cock and I felt a lot better when I returned to the girls. 

We sunned ourselves for a little while. My skin was turning bronzed from the sun and I thought the tan made me look really good. I tried not to think of Mrs Jones or Amber so I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep. 

Amber excused herself to go get a soda and asked if we wanted anything. We said, "no" and she headed up to the boardwalk. I heard Mary's book slam closed when Amber was gone. 

"Chad," she asked. I opened my eyes. "What do you think of my new bikini?" 

I looked at her. Her chair was facing me and I could see her entire firm, young body. She was sensuously rubbing sun tan lotion onto the exposed part of her big breasts. "I l-like it," I stuttered out, feeling my cock growing again. "Thanks," she said. "Tristan hasn't even seen me in it." 

Her hands were now rubbing around her belly button and I could swear her eyes were flickering down towards my crotch. I started getting nasty thoughts about my friends girlfriend again and as it was getting late, I decided discretion was the better part of valor, so I excused myself. "Tell Amber I'll see her tonight," I said waving bye.

My cock was still hard as I walked through the fence out by the pool at Tristan's house. His mom was sitting by the pool drinking some kind of mixed drink and wearing her skimpy string bikini. I tried to avoid her, but she followed me inside. 

"Chad, I spoke with the priest today." 

Here it comes I thought, eternal damnation. "What did he say?" 

He said that I'm the one sinning and I'm the adulterer. You've done nothing wrong." I sighed with relief. 

"He also said that you're to keep fucking me," she said untying her bikini top. 

"I don't believe you," I responded staring at her beautiful breasts. 

"It's true Chad." She untied her bottoms and stood before me naked. "I told him that if I couldn't fuck you I'd divorce my husband and that is a far bigger sin in god's eyes. He said that you're not to fall in love with me because I am like the great whore of babylon and you should treat me like a slut." 

In retrospect it was a mistake coming back here with my cock hard. I should have hopped back into the ocean or even performed the sin of masturbation this morning. I knew that her story seemed fishy. Her car was in the exact same place it had been this morning and I doubted a priest would let her confess on a phone. She was right about one thing though, she was the one committing adultery, not me. 

Anyway, I snapped. That was the day my cock began to rule my life. The desire to get off and fuck women superseded everything else in my life including my morality. I never looked back. I had been half in love with her before that day, but now I saw her as the whore she was. I don't know what came over me, but I pushed her into her bedroom and threw her down on the bed on all fours. I was going to fuck her from behind like an animal. I pulled my shorts down and pointed my foot long cock at her pussy. Her pussy was glistening with desire. 

"Hurry up and fuck me Chad." 

"I'm going to fuck you like the slut-bitch you are," I said looking at her ass upthrust off the bed before me. 

"Fuck the sins out of me." 

I pointed the head of my cock at her labia. It seemed to quiver with desire for me. I worked the head up and down her slit, lubricating it with her juices. When it seemed wet enough, I pushed it in, watching as her pussy lips swallowed my cock. I began pushing more in with each thrust of my hips. 

"I'm a whore for your big cock Chad," she screamed pushing her hips back to push more in. 

In the old testament women who committed adultery were stoned to death. Nowadays, I just spank them. I pulled all but the head of my cock out of her pussy and I looked down at her smooth, round ass. It was a pale white compared to the well tanned rest of her body. I brought my hand down hard on her left cheek, punishing her for her infidelity. 

SMACK, she jumped in surprise, pushing half my cock back into her pussy. 

SMACK, I spanked her right cheek after pulling my cock almost all the way out again. 

I looked down at her head. She was crying, and she was biting her knuckle to keep from crying out. She pulled her fist away from her mouth and said, "Please Chad, spank me some more. I deserve it." 

I spanked both her cheeks five more times and she came around my cock on the last one. Then I got down to some serious fucking. I pushed about ten inches into her and began fucking her hard. I looked down at her ass cheeks, red and raw from her spanking. I put my hands on them and pulled them apart, looking down at her cute little ass hole. 

I began toying around it with my thumb and she came again as I massaged the opening. I positioned my thumb on the opening and pressed down as I pulled my entire cock out of her pussy and held it at the opening of her lips. She cried out in pleasure as my thumb entered her ass, but her cries of pleasure turned to a yelp of pain as I slammed my entire cock into her pussy. 

She struggled to get away from my dick, but I just held her still with my twelve inch cock buried in her pussy and my thumb stuck in her ass. 

Unfortunately, my frustration from earlier in the day and the excitement of feeling my entire cock in her pussy for the first time caused my dick to spasm and I blew my load deep inside her, long before I was ready to quit fucking her. 

She had another big orgasm when I came and I think she moaned in relief when my cock started shrinking, but I wasn't done yet. 

She struggled to get my thumb out of her ass and my cock out of her pussy, but I just stayed in the exact same position as when I had cum. My cock quickly reversed course and began growing again. I felt filled with a feeling of power dominating this woman that I had never imagined possible.

She moaned as my cock grew to fill her pussy again. It had stretched out to accommodate me and was looser.

"God I love your cock," she moaned. 

"So much you'd divorce your husband." 

"Yes Chad, god yes," she cried. "He can't satisfy me like you can." 

"It's not my fault you're a whore and your husband has a noodle for a penis," I said haughtily. 

"I'll always be a whore for your cock Chad," she said. 

And that being said, I fucked her for close to an hour. I slammed my thumb in and out of her ass in conjunction with my cock and I have no idea how many times the slut came. More that day then she ever had in her life, probably. 

I came in her pussy again, but since I had never baptised her ass with my sperm, I pulled my cock out still shooting and hosed between her cheeks. I held her cheeks apart and watched as my sperm slowly slid down her crack into her open sphincter. 

I left her lying like that in bed, face down, ass up, and I went to take a shower. She was still lying like that when I left on my date with Amber.

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Amber let me inside her house when I arrived. Mary was out. She smiled and told me she needed a few more minutes to get ready. I looked at her ass as she walked over to their small bathroom. Amber was wearing her too short shorts and had high heeled sandals on. Her belly was bare and I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Amber was a slut and she should be treated like a slut. 

I turned and locked the door. I started stripping and I could see her putting make up on in the mirror. My cock was hard in anticipation. Amber finished and came out of the bathroom. "So where are we going to....." 

"We're staying in tonight," I told her. She didn't argue. 

I took her in my arms. Her entire body was engulfed by mine as I bent down and kissed her passionately. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I slid them down over her hips. Soon she was as naked as I was and I sat down on her bed pulling her between my legs. I pushed her down and guided her head to my cock. Now that she knew what I could do to her after sucking me off, she attacked my cock. 

Amber swallowed my big knob and teased it with her tongue. She started sucking more in and she managed to swallow eight inches. I wanted to cum in her pussy this time and I was just using her mouth to lubricate my shaft. When I felt I was well juiced, I pulled her head off my cock. 

"You haven't cum yet," Amber said trying to put her lips back around my cock. 

I didn't say anything, I just picked her up and sat her on the bed. She parted her legs in anticipation as I knelt between them. I attacked her pussy with my mouth. I was just trying to lubricate her and I didn't care if she came or not, but she had a couple small orgasms as I ate her. 

When I thought she was ready, I stood up and looked at her. She was panting heavily and she had a stupid grin on her face. I leaned down and pointed my cock at her pussy. She looked frightened as she looked at it, but she said, "Put it in, but please, take it slow." 

I grinned as I claimed my second pussy. I moved my cock head around her labia and for the first time I realized how much smaller her pussy was then Mrs Jones'. It was like I was fucking a midget, I thought as I pushed the knob in. 

"Ow," she cried jumping a little as the head entered her. "Your so fucking thick." 

This was going to take a while, but I wasn't in a hurry. I let her pussy stretch around my cock head and then I slowly started moving the head in and out of her pussy. She started raising her hips and moving them around on my knob, so I pushed in another inch. It took her about five minutes to get used to that one, before I pushed in another. 

And so it went, inch by inch. It took thirty minutes to get half my cock in her pussy. I grabbed her head and held her eyes locked to mine as I began fucking her with half my cock. She had a huge orgasm as are eyes met.

I tried to push more in, but she would just grimace with pain with each attempt until I gave up. Her body just wasn't built for big cock. I had to satisfy myself by fucking her with only half my cock.

I put my hands under Amber's ass cheeks and lifted her up. Her weight was nothing to my strong arms and I lifted her up and down my cock rapidly. Her arms were around my back and I felt her nails digging into me as she came, her legs flailing around my waist.

I carried Amber over to the wall and braced her against it as I fucked her. She came constantly screaming with each orgasm. Her juices were flowing down the six inches of my cock stuck outside of her pussy until my balls were soaked. "Do you like my cock?" I whispered in her ear. 

"I love it Chad. I've never been fucked like this." 

"Your a slut for my cock Amber." 

She hesitated at first then said, "Yes, god yes Chad. I'm your slut." 

As she said that I came, grunting as I did. My sperm didn't have any place to go in her tight little pussy, so it just spurted out the sides around my cock. Unfortunately, I got more on myself then on her. 

I carried Amber over to the bed and I dropped her on it. I pulled out and looked around for something to clean the sperm off my legs and crotch. I grabbed her half-shirt off the floor and wiped up my sperm with it, before throwing it back down. 

I looked over at Amber. Her make up was smeared and her hair was a mess. Her legs were splayed out and she seemed to be having difficulty closing them. Her pretty little pussy was now a gaping sperm filled hole. 

She looked up at me as I began putting my clothes on. "Chad. I love you." 

"Thanks," I said before leaving. 

I bumped into Mary on my way out. We exchanged greetings and I heard her gasp as she saw Amber lying there on the bed, her legs open. 

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When I got home, I didn't even bother going to my room. With Tristan gone I would be sleeping in Mrs Jones' bed that week.

I turned the light on in her room. Mrs Jones was lying on the covers of the bed. She was sleeping naked and her ass was still thrust up a little. The fucking slut hadn't even cleaned herself up, I thought, noticing the dried sperm still between her ass cheeks. 

I decided to fuck her again. I stripped off my clothes and pointed my cock at her. It hung limply over my hand. I shook it and it only swelled a little. A wave of fear shot through my body. Had I broken something? Was what I was doing wrong and god was punishing me? Maybe, my powers were limited. I had already cum three times that day, once less then thirty minutes ago. I could be approaching the limits of my endurance, but I wasn't about to give up yet. 

I decided to use this as a sign. If god didn't want me fucking sluts he wouldn't make my cock hard. If what I was doing was right, my dick would get hard and I would fuck all the sluts I wanted. I knew which one I was routing for.

I lifted her head and put her lips on my cock. She sleepily opened her mouth and sucked the head in. Her hot mouth rejuvenated my cock a little, but it was still soft and floppy. I felt panicky, I wasn't ready to stop conquering women. 

I saw dried sperm on the shaft and I smirked as the slut cleaned both my and Amber's juices of my cock. It started growing at that thought, becoming fully erect.

"Time to fuck you again," I said. She lazily rolled over on her back and I yelled, "Like a dog bitch. On your knees like a dog." 

She jumped and rolled over obeying me. I crawled on the bed and kneeled behind her for the second time that day. I placed the head of my cock against her labia and she jerked her body away. "Watch it Chad, I'm sore down there." 

I tried again several times, unsuccessfully. I looked down at my cock. I couldn't let an erection go to waste. I moved my gaze from my cock to her ass. Her cute little ass-hole stared back at me.

I had never thought about fucking someone in the ass before, but as I looked down at her sphincter, I knew it was virgin territory and I should claim it for my own. 

I got off the bed and grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion of her bureau. I returned to my position behind her and poured a dollop of lotion on my finger. I began gently massaging the lotion onto her rosebud, slowly moving my fingers in circles to stimulate it. I poured more in as I pushed the tip of my finger inside her ass. It was still stretched a little from my thumb-fucking earlier and she seemed to enjoy the feeling as she moaned into the pillow. 

The smell of coconuts assaulted my nose as I poured more lotion onto my middle and index fingers. I pushed them in, feeling her tight hole squeezing my fingers. 

You're going to fuck my ass, aren't you Chad?" she asked. 

"Yes I am. Do you object?" 

"No. My body belongs to you." 

"Good," I said trying to stretch my fingers out in her rectum. I poured some lotion down between them. 

I thought she was as lubricated as she was going to get, so I pulled my fingers out. I watched as her little brown hole closed back up after my fingers left. It glistened with lotion. I poured a large amount of lotion along the length of my cock and I began oiling it up, until it too was soaked. I then pushed my cock head down, placing it next to her ass-hole. 

I looked over at the pictures of Mr Jones and Tristan. They were angled away from me. I grabbed the picture of Mr Jones and faced it towards my cock. I wanted him to see what I was doing to his wife. The image in the picture looked down at her ass, a stern, disapproving look perpetually frozen on his face. I grabbed the picture of Tristan on the table and faced it down, so that my friend wouldn't have to see what I was doing to his mother. Then I shrugged and set him back up next to his dad. Tristan might learn something. 

I returned my attention to my cock and I pushed the head down against her sphincter. At first, it refused to open, so I pushed harder and eventually it stretched out wide enough to get the head in. She groaned as I penetrated her, her rectum closing tight over the head. 

"Your cock is splitting me in two," she said before biting the pillow. 

I was as patient fucking her ass as I was fucking Amber's pussy. I held the head in for five minutes so that she could get used to it. When she started pushing her hips back on my cock, I knew she was ready. I pushed another inch in. 

She cried out as the thick part under the head penetrated her. I noticed tears were rolling down her cheeks and she was sobbing. This was the thickest part and the worst. It took her ten minutes to get used to my cock. It was easier going after that. 

I began fucking her ass with two inches, pushing a little more in with every couple of thrusts. Several times, I had to stop and let her get used to my dick, and in the long run,she managed to take eight inches. 

I pushed, but I couldn't get any more in. I wanted to feel my entire cock buried in her ass and I cursed the physical limitations of women's bodies. Because of her size, I would show Amber mercy, but I vowed to have my entire cock in Mrs Jones ass by the time her husband and son returned next weekend. 




Me & Mrs. Jones



I placed my hand on the small of her back and I began steadily fucking her. I loved fucking her ass. It wasn't as wet as her pussy, but it was hot and incredibly tight. I moved my free hand down between her legs and I began massaging her clit. I vowed that no matter how long it took, every woman I fucked, in whatever hole, would have at least one orgasm. Mrs Jones had three before my cum erupted into her ass. 

I withdrew my cock and sighed. I felt drained and my orgasm had been weak. I was tired and it had been a long day. Her rosebud closed a little, and I noticed my sperm rise up and spill out the rim. It quit closing shut and remained an open hole about the size of a quarter. 

Without a word to her, I rolled over and went to sleep. 

I fucked both Amber and Mr Jones regularly until the middle of August. On weekdays, I did Mrs Jones and Amber had me on weekends. Poor Amber could never take more then half my cock. Her body just wasn't able to accommodate me. Mrs Jones on the other hand, could take it all, anywhere I wanted to put it.

It was almost the end of the season and my boss, Mr Stoukalas, through a staff party and everyone got stupid drunk. I had made two promises to my mom before she would let me spend the summer at the beach. Stay away from alcohol and tramps. I kept one promise, but I don't think mom realized how many women were tramps. I thought Sherie might be different, so I invited her to the party.

She was cute, sweet, and she had a certain innocence about her that I found attractive. She had clearly liked me from the first day I started work and I think she was disappointed that it had taken me so long to ask her out. I found that I enjoyed her company.

I couldn't believe how stupid people seemed when they got drunk. Tina, the bitch, was there with her fiance, Derek. He was a big white guy like me and I liked him. I didn't know how he put up with Tina, but then she was nice to everyone but me. They were the first interracial couple I had ever seen, but they were both attractive and looked good together. Neither of them turned down many free drinks that night and they were shit-faced. Sherie was getting drunker and drunker as the night wore on and she was also becoming a lot more affectionate. One part of her body was always touching mine and she was always smiling at me.

Mr Stoukalas called it a night and we left the party. Tina and Derek announced they had beer back at their house and would throw a late night party.

The waitresses, cooks, and the rest of the staff headed to Tina and Derek's place to continue partying. Everyone continued to drink and act stupid. It got worse the drunker they got. Over the years, I've found alcohol to be a useful tool in getting women to loosen up, but I've never understood why people drink too much. 

I was enjoying my time with Sherie. She was nice, funny, and affectionate. Affectionate, in a friendly way, not in a slutty way. I thought Sherie was the type of girl you can have a decent relationship with. Tina, on the other hand was a tramp. Tina and Derek were dancing and I saw Derek reach up under her blouse and remove her bra. 

At one point during the night, Sherie dropped her beer and I made an unsuccessful attempt to grab it before it spilled on the carpet. I was cleaning it up when Tina threw me a wash cloth and said, "Who invited you anyway?" What a bitch. 

The party was winding down. Sherie and I were slow dancing. Her head was leaning against my chest. It was actually the most intimate non-sexual time I had spent with a woman up until then. I looked up and noticed that all our coworkers had left. Tina was leading Derek into her bedroom. She was pulling him by the waist band of his shorts and the poor fool looked like he could barely stand.

I looked down at Sherie. She looked up at me and our eyes met. Her lips parted and her eyes closed half way. I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She moaned contentedly as our first kiss progressed and my cock got hard. 

I politely pulled my hips away from her so that she wouldn't feel my erection and get embarrassed by my arousal. My cock was screaming to be released. It hadn't been denied for over a month. Evil thoughts were popping into my head. Fuck her. Take advantage of her, she's drunk. She's a slut like all the rest. Only she wasn't. She was a nice, decent girl and I resisted my urges. I would take my frustration out on Mrs Jones when I got home.

Then something unexpected happened. Sherie stuck her tongue in my mouth. It startled me at first, but I recovered and frenched her back.Sherie's hand moved down to caress my ass before running up under my shirt along my back. 

My hands went from holding her gently to gripping her tight as I pulled her body into mine. Now it was her turn to to be startled as she felt my cock against her belly. I looked around for the nearest place I could fuck my new slut and I saw the bathroom door was open. I reached down, cupped her ass and lifted her into my arms. She had a look of disbelief on her face as her hand moved between our bodies to feel the length of my cock. I carried her into the bathroom and shut the door. 

I set her down and pulled my shirt off over my head. Sherie seemed delighted at the sight of my bare chest. She ran her hands up and down my torso feeling along the ridges of my muscles. 

"God Chad," she said. "I wished you had asked me out sooner. Your bodys incredible." 

"You haven't seen the best part yet," I said unbuttoning my shorts. She watched expectantly as I let go of them and they fell to the floor. 

"Fuck," she said in her cute Southern accent, while staring at my cock proudly pointing at her belly. "I thought you were playing some kind of trick on me." 

I reached out and untucked her conservative blouse from her shorts as she reached out and grabbed my cock. Her fingers didn't even meet as they wrapped around my shaft. She was stroking it as I pulled her shirt off. 

I bent down and kissed her again as my hands undid her shorts and pulled them down. I felt between her legs. her panties were wet with desire. I removed them also and stepped back. I stared at her nude body as she stared at mine. Her skin was pale and freckled like most red heads. Sherie had a very narrow waist, which widened as it turned into her larger hips. Her breasts were full and medium sized, but they looked large on her thin frame. Her nipples were a beautiful, rose color, that blended into her skin. Overall, a very attractive package. 

I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She resisted at first, but relented and fell to the floor before my cock.. She just kneeled there and stared at my cock, seemingly still in awe over its size.

"What do you want Chad?" she asked. 

"I want you to suck on my cock." 

She looked at it hesitantly, then she reached out with both hands and grabbed it again. "I've never done this before," she said leaning forward. 

"You've got to start somewhere," I said grabbing her head and pulling her forward so that my cock head slid along her cheek. 

"I'm only doing this because I really like you Chad," she said moving back to kiss the head of my cock. 

"I really like you too," I replied grinning down at her. I saw her lick her lips, wetting them in anticipation, before her tongue flicked out and ran around the tip of my cock.

Sherie tried, and to give her credit, she was pretty good for a first time cock-sucker. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat down with Sherie kneeling between my legs, her head bobbing up and down in my lap. She could only swallow about half my cock and she used her hands to stroke the other half. Her eyes were closed and she was purring contentedly, so I think she enjoyed it. However, I was growing impatient and it was late, so I pulled her head off my cock and I stood up. 

She looked at me not sure what I wanted to do next. I moved her over to the sink and lifted her up onto it. It was my turn to kneel between her legs. 

"I've never done this before either, Chad," she said a little shakily. 

I didn't say anything, instead I just went to work on her pussy. I heard her say, "Oh my," as my tongue touched her labia. I moved up to her clit and I pushed one finger in her pussy as I teased her clit with my tongue. She began pushing her pussy into my face and she started muttering, "Wow! Fuck yes. so good. I feel funny. Something happ... I'm cumming." Sherie screamed as she had a big orgasm. One of her hands was gripping the edge of the counter and the other was grabbing my hair as she ground her crotch into my face. 

I guessed she was well lubricated now, so I stood up between her legs. "I've never cum before," she said staring at me with a look of such adoration, that it unnerved me a little. 

The counter was the perfect height for my dick, so I just pointed the head between her legs and pushed. She stared down between us fascinated by what she saw. Her labia opened wide, stretching around the head and then it was in. My cock had claimed its third pussy. 

I didn't move for a while. I figure it must be pretty intimidating to a woman to see a foot long cock sticking out of them and I liked to watch their reactions. I just stood there feeling her pussy squeezing my cock's head. I'd let her ask for more when she was ready. "Am I bigger then your last boyfriend?" I asked. 

She nodded still staring at the ten and a half inches sticking out between her legs. "Your penis is at least twice as big and a lot thicker." 

"Call it a cock Sherie," I said moving the head around in her. She moaned and her legs flew around my back squeezing my waist, so I fed her another inch.

Sherie's hips were bigger and a lot more accommodating then Amber was. She was still nice and tight, but my cock slid in her a lot easier then it had Amber. I took it nice and slow though so she could get used to it. I managed to get eight inches in before I met resistance. I figured that with some practice, Sherie could handle all my dick, but she wasn't ready yet. 

I began to slowly fuck her with all eight inches. Sherie just squeezed her legs around my back and put her hands on my shoulders as she laid back against the mirror. I ran my hands up to her breasts and caressed them gently. She moaned when I teased her rose-colored nipples. I bent down and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking it between my lips. She came again as I sucked on her nipples. 

"Are you a slut Sherie?" I asked after she had recovered from her orgasm. 

She looked at me with a look of horror. "No Chad. Your only the second man I've been with. Why do you ask such a thing?" 

"Are you my slut?" I asked removing my cock from her pussy and slamming it in. She came again as I did. 

"Y-yes Chad, I'm your slut, but only for you." 

I think Mrs Jones liked being called a slut, but these young eighteen and nineteen year old girls always resisted admitting it. I think they were worried about their reputations are something. 

I began fucking her hard. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my back as I began slamming my cock into her pussy. "I love your cock Chad," she screamed. "I'm a slut for your big cock." That was better, now she was getting into it. 

I fucked her like that for a good fifteen minutes and she came several more times before I felt my balls contracting. She had another big orgasm as I blew my load in her pussy. 

I wasn't even finished cumming when Derek opened the door and ran into the bathroom looking all wild eyed. He was naked and I must say the closest thing I'd seen to a real man like me, then or since. His cock was erect and glistening with Tina's juices. It was almost as fat as mine and close to eight inches long. Still his was only two thirds as big as me. 

He looked at us for a second, then his eyes glazed over and he ran for the toilet. He barely managed to get the seat up before he vomited into it. I looked at Sherie as the smell washed over us. She didn't look so good herself. Sweat was beaded on her brow and her eyes were half closed. 

I picked Sherie up and carried her into the living room, laying her gently on the couch. She was soon fast asleep. I returned to the bathroom to get our clothes. Derek was on the floor dry heaving. He saw me and stared at my cock for a second before passing out. He looked disgusting. vomit was around his lips and one hand was dangling in the toilet. His penis had deflated and soon he started snoring. I shook my head and left. 

I did what I could to cover Sherie's nude body with her clothes and I was putting mine on when I heard Tina's voice in the bedroom. "Derek, where the fuck are you? I haven't cum yet. Get back here and fuck me."

A shiver of excitement ran up my spine when I heard the bitch's voice. Tina was in her bedroom and Derek had left her hanging. 

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I smirked and I once again removed my clothing. I walked over to Tina and Derek's bedroom and peeked inside. It was dark, but the light from the living room illuminated the bedroom enough for me to see. Tina was lying on her stomach on the bed, her ass was thrust up a little. 

I didn't think black women got tans, but Tina's ass was a lot whiter then the rest of her brown-skinned body. I walked over to the bed to get a better view. Her ass was perfectly shaped, her skin smooth and unblemished. I found even her back to be extremely sexy. In fact, the only thing not sexy about Tina was her bitchy personalty, but then again, you don't fuck their personality. 

I think my shadow fell across the bed, because the next thing I knew Tina said, "Derek, get your ass in bed and fuck me now. Why did you run off like that anyway?" 

I didn't say anything. I just kneeled on the bed between her legs. I swear I don't remember ever seeing my cock this hard. It wanted to fuck this bitch more then anything. 

I grabbed her hips and I pulled her up on her hands and legs. I pushed my cock down so that it was resting against her pussy. 

"Oh god Derek," she moaned pushing back against my dick, "hurry up and fuck me with that big dick." 

I teased her with just the tip for a few seconds and I almost laughed when she growled in frustration. I quit teasing and I pushed the head in. It went in nice and easy. Derek had loosened her up for me. 

"Oh Derek," she moaned, "your cock feels bigger then normal. I love it." Tina's pussy felt fantastic. It seemed to milk my cock as I slid more and more into her. It was also one of the hottest pussies I'd ever fucked. Tina was loving every minute of it. She was muttering profanities and moaning. I stopped pushing my cock in when I thought I had penetrated her as deep as Derek could. I began slow fucking her and then I couldn't resist pulling the old thumb in her ass trick. Her rectum was loose and I knew she wasn't a back door virgin. My thumb pushed her over the edge and I felt her pussy clamp around my cock lubricating me with her cum. 

I fed her another inch and she squealed in delight as she came again. "God Derek," she screamed, "I haven't ever cum like his before." Then I gave her another inch, sliding a good ten inches into her. 

"Derek you ass-hole, what the fu- aaah," a large orgasm cut her off. When she recovered I was still fucking her hard. "D-Derek w-hat ever it is your shoving in my pussy pull it out now." 

Her pussy didn't want to relinquish my cock despite her words, but I pulled it out and it made a popping sound as it left her pussy. I got up and walked around to the head of the bed. "Whatever you say Tina." 

She looked up off the bed at my face. Her eyes going wide with shock. "CHAD! Oh my god. You ass hole. How dare you. Mother fuck..." 

The best way to shut a bitch up is to shove your cock in her mouth. The next time her lips parted to say something, I pushed the head of my cock in. 

Up until that point I think she thought I had shoved some kind of object into her pussy. She gave a cry that was muffled by my cock sliding between her lips. I saw her eyes cross as she looked down the length. 

We stayed like that for several minutes, the head of my cock in her mouth as she stared along my rod. Her eyes slowly traveled up my torso taking in my physique. She saw me looking down at her and when our eyes met, I felt her tongue lick around the head of my cock.

Tina's tongue seemed to explore every inch of my fat knob from licking over the slit to licking just under the hood. She withdrew my cock head from her mouth so that she could look at it closely. She stared at it for a while, before kissing it and taking more into her mouth. Tina slid around on the bed so that she was laying on her stomach facing me and her lips could get a better grip on my cock. Tina began deep throating me. Taking first, the eight inches she was used to and then she pushed the envelope and swallowed two more. This was quickly turning into one of the best blow jobs of my life and I groaned as her head bobbed up and down my cock. 

Eventually, I felt my cock began to swell as I approached orgasm and she increased her pace. Her mouth felt like a vacuum trying to suck the sperm up from my balls and after a few minutes I came in her mouth. My cock pumped sperm into her mouth for thirty seconds and she didn't spill a drop. She just continued to suck until my cock was dry and it went limp in her mouth. 

I wasn't finished with her yet. I wanted to cum in her pussy and I knew I would need a little while to recharge. I crawled into bed next to her. I kissed Tiina, my hands and mouth exploring every inch of her body. I loved her big brown breasts. Her nipples were dark patches against her light brown skin. They were fat and long, erect with desire, and she moaned like crazy as I sucked on them. 

Tina seemed absolutely fascinated with my cock and her hand never let go of it as I explored her body. Soon it stiffened up again. 

"I've never seen anything like this Chad," she said stroking my cock. 

I crawled on top of her, her big breasts mashing against my chest as I placed my cock on her pussy. "Please fuck me again," she begged. 

I felt the tip of my cock rubbing against her engorged clit. I moved it down and it easily slid into her again. I pushed ten inches in and I began pistoning my hips. Her hips were rising to match my thrusts. She writhed around beneath me like a bitch in heat and her hands caressed up my back and down to my ass cheeks. Tina was certainly not a lame fuck. 

After a good ten minutes of this I pulled out and arched my back. I slammed my entire cock into her pussy. "That's for being such a bitch to me," I said through gritted teeth. 

Tina screamed as she took it all and it wasn't from pain, she had cum again. "T-that's only cause I wanted you the first time I saw you," she told me. "I knew you'd be good Chad and your the best fuck ever. I was so pissed off when I saw you with Sherie tonight." 

This bitch really liked to talk and it took another orgasm to shut her up. I continued to fuck her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her thighs, until I came. I bellowed as my cum exploded in her pussy. She came again when I did. 

I rested for a minute before withdrawing my cock. When I tried, her legs clamped around my back holding me in. "Damn-it Chad," she said looking at me. "I'm not going to be satisfied with Derek any more. We only have a week of summer left. Your going to have to fuck me every day." 

I pulled her legs apart and withdrew my cock. Without a word I left her bedroom. I grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed. I peeked in the bathroom to check on Derek. He was starting to stir, so I quickly left. Sherie was still fast asleep on the couch. Her blouse had fallen on the floor and I could see her pussy. Sherie's legs were open and her thighs were red from the fucking I had given her. Her crotch was covered in a layer of dried sperm. I covered her back up as best I could and I walked out the door.




Me & Mrs. Jones



The sun was coming up as I walked home and I whistled as I walked down the boardwalk. That night had been a good one for me. 

I'll explain later, but the following week was an unstable one for me. The next day at work, Tina smiled and winked at me. She tried to get me alone in the freezer, but I ignored her. She never bitched at me again. Instead, she followed me around begging me to fuck her again. I ignored the bitch to teach her a lesson. Not fucking her again was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. I just let her beg. 

The morning after the party I slept late. I woke up with an erection around noon and I went to find Mrs Jones. There was a note from her to Tristan explaining that she had to go home for the night and would be back tomorrow. I was disappointed, but there was always Amber or I could fuck Sherie again tonight.

I was working the mid-shift that day and as I walked to work, I looked at all the bikini clad women on the beach, and I wondered how I could go back to attending an all boys school. Classes started a week from today.

I arrived at work and immediately I was busy on the grill. Tina was working the same shift and started flirting with me. I ignored her. Around mid-day, I think she finally realized I was going to have nothing to do with her and I swear she turned white for a second. Sherie arrived later for the night shift. She looked a little pissed at me for leaving her nude on the couch at Tina's but one smile from me, she melted and smiled back.

Since Sherie was working the night shift, I decided to fuck Amber that night. I walked home and quickly showered. I threw on a tank top that left my muscular arms bare and some shorts and I headed out for Amber's house.

I stopped by Playland to see Tristan. Between Mary and work, my best friend wasn't around as much as I hoped, but all that would change when we got back to school. Tristan was busy so we didn't get to talk much. He had spent the day at the beach with Mary and gone straight to work. Tristan had confessed to me that he was in love with Mary and he was becoming more depressed as the end of the summer approached. 

I let him and my dick got hard as I thought about fucking Amber in a few minutes. When I got to her house I knocked on the door. Mary answered.

"Hi Chad," she said. "Amber got called into work tonight. She won't be back until later. You can wait if you'd like."

I said, "sure," and entered her house. Mary hadn't changed after going to the beach today. Her blonde hair was tied back on her head. She was wearing her skimpy string bikini top and sweat pants, that hung low on her hips, so that you could see the top of her bikini bottoms. I found it to be one of the sexiest looks, I'd ever seen. Her tan stomach with her peirced navel drove me crazy.

Mary sat in the chair opposite me and we chatted about Tristan and Amber. Mary all but admitted that she was in love with Tristan also. I had trouble looking her in the eyes as we spoke, my eyes kept wondering down to her incredible body. Her own eyes were wondering over me too. I saw her looking at my bare arms and then her eyes moved down to my crotch.

I started to get hard again. As my cock grew in my shorts, I stared at her breasts. She must have been excited because I noticed the outline of her aureola appear under her bikini top. Then, as my cock swelled, her nipples became erect, until they were rock hard and straining at her top. I looked back up at her face. Her eyes were open wide as she stared at my crotch and her lips were parted slightly. She was breathing heavy and neither of us had spoken for several minutes.

Finally, I broke the silence. "Would you like to see it?" I asked.

"See what?" 

"My cock. You've been staring at my crotch since I got here." 

Mary blushed. "I don't think I should," she said. 

"We don't have to tell Tristan and there's no harm in just looking." 

"Alright then show it to me,"she said suddenly. 

"Both Tristan and Amber told me how big you are, but I won't believe it until I see it." 

"Very well then," I said standing and walking over to her. At that time I had no intentions of fucking her. I just had a strong urge to show her my cock. I had seen Tristan's little penis and I wanted Mary to know how big I was. My only concern was trying to stuff it back in once it was out. 

I don't know why, but I removed my shirt. Mary's eyes flickered all over my chest like she was seeing me for the first time, though she had seen me topless on the beach. 

I teased her when I got to my shorts. I unbuttoned them and slowly pulled the zipper down. I let my shorts fall to the ground and she gasped when she saw the bulge in my underwear. I pulled out the waist band and quickly yanked my underwear down under my balls. She jumped back as my cock seemed to leap out at her like a snake striking at its prey. It was my turn to gasp with relief as my cock was freed. It turned rock hard and hovered before her, pointing at her face. Damn, I was proud of it.

Once again I felt an overwhelming since of pride as I exposed myself to someone new and watched her reactions to seeing my penis for the first time. Mary had been leaning forward expectantly while I removed my shorts and when my cock had struck out at her she had jumped back in shock, her eyes opening wide and a look of disbelief appearing on her face. When she recovered, she leaned forward again, staring closely at my cock. 

"Oh Chad it's even bigger then I imagined." 

"You can touch it if you want," I said and when I saw her hesitate I added, "No harm in just touching." 

Mary acted a little nervous, like she was scared of it, but she tentatively stuck out her index finger and touched the head of my cock. She ran her finger down the side of my rod and back up to the tip. Then she made a circle with her thumb and index finger and unsuccessfully tried to push my cock through the hole. "Your cock has to be at least three times as big as Tristan's," she said in awe. 

Mary went crazy touching my cock and brought her other hand up. Soon she was running both hands all over my shaft examining every square inch from the helmet to cupping my balls to see how heavy they were. 

I was starting to go crazy also. I still hadn't plan on fucking her until she touched my dick and when she did, the evil thoughts returned; Mary's a slut like all the rest. Get her to blow you. Fuck her. Screw Tristan, he can't please her like you can. She's a tease, fuck her hard. 

I moved between her legs and she leaned forward, her head just inches from my cock as she sat on the couch. She was examining me closely, her fingers feeling along one of my big blue veins as her eyes followed along. "Chad," she said, 'Amber tells me that you always give her several orgasms." 

"Yes," I replied, "I know many ways to make a woman cum." 

"I can't seem to cum. Tristan tries, but he can't seem to give me one. When can I expect it to happen?" 

"Probably never," I said. "I love Tristan like a brother, but he just doesn't have the right stuff for satisfying a woman." 

"Oh," said Mary a look of disappointment on her face. 

Mary's face was inches from my pee slit. It was oozing pre-cum from all the stroking my cock was getting. "Why don't you kiss it Mary?" I asked. 

I knew she wanted to, but she said, "No I can't do that." 

"Why?" I asked. "It's the same as touching it, only your using your mouth instead of your fingers." 

Mary seemed to think about it for a minute and then she planted a quick kiss on the top of the head. She removed her mouth and looked up at me smiling at what she had done. Then the grin left her face and she bet down and kissed it again. Mary then started kissing my entire cock. She let it slide along her cheek as she kissed down the shaft. Mary lifted my cock up and kissed my balls, then back up my shaft to the head. 

"Suck on it Mary," I ordered, knowing that she had always refused to suck off Tristan. 

"I don't think I can do that," she replied. 

I held her face between my hands, tightly so that she could feel my strength. I moved her head up so that she could look me in the eyes. I rested the head of my cock on her lips. "Suck on it Mary and I will give you orgasms like you've never imagined possible." 

She gulped and opened her mouth, taking my cock inside.

There is no such thing as a bad blow job, but some women are a lot better then others. Mary was a natural cock-sucker. Once she made up her mind to do something, she put every thing she had into it. She attacked my cock with a gusto that I had only seen from Mrs Jones before. 

Mary was simply amazing. She attacked my knob, licking all around it and teasing the pee slit with her tongue. Then she swallowed four inches, then five, then six. When she reached seven, she gagged and withdrew her head. She gasped for breath and she seemed disgusted with herself. Then with a look of determination, Mary arched her back and went down on me again. My cock slid into her throat. She paused at ten inches and then she pushed herself forward, her lips coming to rest on my pubic hair as she swallowed it all. 

I've got to say, I was most impressed. Mary had to come up for air again and she looked up at me proudly, a look of triumph in her eyes. "You like sucking on that big dick, don't you?" I asked. 

"I love it Chad," she responded, licking saliva off her lips. "I never thought I would like this, but I do." 

Mary returned to deep throating me. Her lips were locked tightly around my cock as she bobbed her head. I leaned down and untied her bikini top. She was bent over so I couldn't get a good view of her breasts, so I just rested my hands on her shoulders and enjoyed the blow job. 

It lasted about forty minutes. I used to miss the ability to cum quickly, but I found that the longer I took to cum, the better my orgasm was in the long run. I looked down at my cock. When I could see it, it was glistening, swollen red with blood, and growing bigger. I felt my balls tighten up. "I'm cumming," I groaned. 

Mary clamped her lips around the tip of my cock and she used one hand to steady the base and the other to stroke my cock as she waited for me to cum. The slut wanted it in her mouth. My cock exploded in her mouth. My sperm shot out the tip, filling her mouth more quickly then she expected. The size of my orgasm apparently caught her off-guard. She briefly lost control and some sperm squirted out the sides of her mouth. She moaned in frustration and clamped her mouth over my dick again. 

She milked every last drop from my cock. Her hand never quit stroking me and I had to remove my cock from her mouth to her protests. I don't know what religion Mary was, but she would have made a great Catholic girl, She didn't waste a drop of my sperm. Her tongue even lapped up the sperm around her mouth. 

I pulled Mary up and I looked down at her beautiful breasts. They were large and perfect for her body. She had large prominent nipples. I bent over and kissed her breasts. She caressed the back of my head as I took her nipples into my mouth, biting them gently. 

I reluctantly relinquished her breasts and I began kissing down her belly. I kissed her belly button and the sexy ring she had in it. Finally, I kneeled before her. 

She looked very alluring standing there topless wearing only sweat pants. I looked up at her. She was breathing heavy and I could see her breasts rising and falling. I moved my head to look at her waist and I brought my hands up to her waist band. With a quick pull that startled her, I yanked the sweats to the floor and she stepped out of them. 

Mary was wearing nothing, but the panties of her string bikini. I could see her crotch was already soaked with anticipation. I looked up at her and leaned forward as I took the string in my mouth and pulled it untied. 

I gasped when her panties fell to the floor. Mary had completely shaved her pussy to fit into the bikini. I hadn't seen a woman with a shaved pussy before and I reached out to run my hand over it almost as intently as she had run her hands over my cock. Her knees started shaking when I touched her.

I pushed Mary back towards the couch until she sat down. I gently tugged on her knees and crawled between them when she spread her legs. I leaned forward and blew on Mary's pussy. I was teasing her and already she was raising her crotch trying to reach my mouth. I looked up her fantastic body. She was looking down at me, a look of anticipation on her face. She licked her lips just as I clamped my mouth down on her shaved pussy. 

Mary squealed with delight and pulled my head deeper into her pussy. She began fucking my face almost as fast almost as I could lick. "God your good Chad," she panted. "Why can't Tristan be this good? Eat my pussy." 

She was moaning and bucking wildly as I moved up to her clit. I slid my fingers into her and as promised I delivered up an orgasm. "C-chad that's it. Yeah baby. Your making me cum. I'm cumming." 

Mary's thighs gripped my head so hard it hurt and my face got soaked as she came. I didn't stop there and I continued to show her everything I knew about eatting pussy. After the first orgasm the rest were easy.

I quit eating her pussy after giving her about five orgasms. Then I leaned back and kneeled again. Their couch was low to the ground and I had to bend over to eat her, but as I kneeled, I found it was just the right height to fuck her. My cock was hard again and it was pointed right at her pussy. 

It was at that moment that I had an attack of conscience. All I have to do is thrust out with my hips and I could fuck Mary, but did I want to fuck the girl my bestfriend was in love with? I had already fucked his mother. Mary made up my mind for me. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she pulled me forwards. It was the last time my conscience ever bothered me. 

We both watched in fascination as the plum-sized head of my cock parted her labia and disappeared into her pussy. Her pussy squeezed around my cock and her muscles seemed to spasm inwards trying to pull more of my cock inside. 

I fucked her nice and slow, feeding another inch into her pussy every couple of thrusts and she came with each additional inch. At first her orgasms seemed mild, but as I passed Tristan's cock's length, her orgasms got bigger. Mary was an amazing women. My cock met resistance at eight inches. I began slow fucking her, my cock managing to penetrate another quarter of an inch with each couple of thrusts. It took a half hour to get eleven inches in her. 

"Your body was built for big cock," I said looking at her. She was sweating and breathing heavy, but she looked like she was in heaven. 

"Yes Chad," she said. "I love big cock. I love your big cock. I feel like such a slut. Fuck me like a slut with your fat cock Chad." 

I hadn't even prompted her, and she was admitting she was a slut. I began fucking her with eleven inches and she came every five strokes or so. Finally, after another twenty minutes, Mary looked down at my remaining inch and said, "I want it all Chad." 

I pulled back and slammed my cock into her. As my entire cock entered her, I couldn't hold back any longer and I felt my cock began spurting her pussy full of my cum. 

Mary gave a little yelp of pain from the last inch, but my orgasm triggered her to have a big one. She squeezed me tight as she shuddered around my cock.

I pulled my cock out of Mary's pussy and looked up at her. I was expecting to see the look of adoring, love that I had seen on both Amber's and Sherie's faces, but instead I was shocked to see a look of wanton lust on Mary's face. The sexy virginal girl was gone forever. 

I sat beside her on the couch to rest. She immediately started tugging on my cock to make me hard again. "I want to try everything Chad. What else can you teach me?" 

"Make me hard again and I'll fuck your ass," I said. Mary's eyes went wide when I said that and I think she had never even heard of anal sex before then, but she nodded eagerly and bent over to suck my cock into her mouth again. We were sitting like that when I noticed the door slowly opening. Amber came inside the room and smiled when she saw me. Then the smile changed to a look of absolute horror when she saw Mary's head bobbing up and down in my lap. I've never seen anyone look so betrayed before and tears started pouring down her cheeks. Amber turned and ran from the house. I didn't care. I was done with her. 

Mary hadn't even heard her and I proceeded to fuck her ass as soon as my cock was rejuvenated. 

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The end of the summer all the businesses are short of staff from everyone returning to school. I heard Tristan come in late that night and then he was up early and back to work. 

I awoke with an impressive erection, despite my busy night with Mary and I walked downstairs, my cock bobbing before me. 

I saw Mrs Jones pull up into the driveway and I smiled as she was going to solve my erection dilemma. The phone rang as she was coming into the door. I answered the phone. It was Mary. She sounded upset. 

"Chad," she said, "Amber's on her way to tell Tristan about last night." 

"Don't worry about it," I replied. "I'll handle it. I gotta go I'm kind of in the middle of something." 

Mrs Jones had come in and fallen to the floor as soon as she saw my erection. She was sucking it all by the time I hung up the phone. I would just have to explain to Tristan that Mary was a slut and I had actually did him a favor. He deserved a nice, decent girl. I promptly forgot about him and I turned my attention to Mrs Jones. 

I pulled her off my cock long enough to strip her. I didn't like her wearing clothes in my presence and then I pushed her back down to her knees. 

Mrs Jones was still the best cock-sucker in the world and she had me ready to cum in under a half hour. "Here it cums slut," I said and at the same time the door burst open and Tristan was standing there looking furious. 

Mrs Jones jerked when she heard the door and looked at her son with horror. Tristan looked down at his mom in time to see my cum spurt all over her face. It was a good orgasm and strand after strand of semen flew from my cock, landing on Mrs Jones' face and breasts. 

I couldn't imagine what it must feel like to have someone with a penis three times my size fuck my girlfriend and then catch my mother giving him a blow job. Then again, I would never have to worry about that happening to me. 

Tristan had already been crying when he entered the house. Now tears stated flowing down his cheeks and he collapsed to his knees. He struggled to get back up and he ran from the house. Mrs Jones also ran from the room. She fled up the stairs crying and I heard her bedroom door slam shut. 

Strangely, I felt no remorse. In fact, I was pissed off at Tristan for stopping his mom from swallowing my cum. I walked upstairs and gathered up all my things and then I left the Jones' house for the last time that year. 

If I had do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing, with the possile exception of locking the doors first. Losing a bestfriend was a small price to pay for all the sex I had that year. 

Me and Mrs Jones: Epilogue 

I still had six days until going home and I spent the remaining nights with either Sherie or Mary. I even enticed Amber to fuck me one more time and I spanked her for telling on me. 

I caught a bus home and I spent a week with my parents before returning to school. When I got back to school, I found that Tristan had dropped out and all his stuff was gone. I dropped out two weeks later. I needed to be around women, I walked around with a permanent erection, and my balls ached for release. My parents were horrified, but I told them I was moving to the beach to do missionary work. 

I hadn't even been back at the beach a day, when I found some new slut to get me off. I practically drowned her in sperm, I had built up so much in the last month. 




Me & Mrs. Jones



The Jersey shore is practically deserted in winter and I barely survived on the pussy I could get until the next summer rolled around. 

By the end of last year, I had become a great swimmer and I got a job as a lifeguard this year. They get all the pussy they want and I swear I could have a different woman each night if I wanted to, but I prefer to fuck Mrs Jones. She's still the best fuck I ever had. 

Tristan never told his dad what he had seen that day and he must of come to some kind of agreement with his mother to live the life style of his choice. I only saw him once again. He was coming out of a gay bar. I don't know what happened to him. He seemed to like women to much to be a closet homo, but then again you never know.

I never saw Sherie again. She had confessed that she was in love with me when I left last year and was broken hearted when I didn't reciprocate her feelings. I saw Tina a lot that summer and I amused myself by fucking all her friends. I broke down and spent a couple nights with her by the end of the summer. 

Mary came back to the beach that year and Amber forgave her and spent a couple weeks at the beach too. I fucked Mar off and on that summer. When she wasn't fucking me, she was fucking someone else. Mary had turned into a complete slut. I think she was addicted to orgasms. One week Amber was down, I even caught her head buried between Mary's legs. I had my first threesome that night with two women. 

I became buddies with another lifeguard that summer. His cock was almost as big as mine as was his ego. We gang-banged Mary many a night and I even shared Mrs Jones with him a couple of times. The rest of the summer we competed over women and I'm proud to say I edged him out for the most part. 

Someday, I hope to marry. I'm looking for a nice decent woman like my mother, but so far they've all been a bunch of sluts. I know that somewhere out there is a nice, decent girl for me. Come on, I know you're out there.



Me and Mrs, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones



The turntable spins, the record plays and my mind brings me back to that place were I met my, Mrs. Jones. I was eighteen at the time, young naïve and without a care in the world. It strikes me as funny now that as the turntable spins, it spins me back to the first time. The only time, the Mrs. Jones time of my life.

At that time of my life I was 6'2 and 185lbs, preparing for WWII, ready to concur the world, not be concurred by someone who came into and out of my life in an instant. Prior to being shipped to Camp Carson, CO I spent several days on the beaches of New York's West Hampton Bays. 

Bathing suits were closer to miniature slacks with just a bit more muscle to show. My chest pounded as I swam numerous miles out to the small sandbar. There I would bath in the lapping of the water and the downpour of the sun. It was there that she and I met, loved and lived my lifetime. She must have been an old women, about twenty-four, she was married and was out of her mind with fear over the fact that her husband had not written her in several months, for you see she was the wife of an Army Officer stationed in the pacific. I told her that I was about to go into the service, and that I was going to live forever, she told me that I was going to be fine, safe and secure. All the while, single tears rolled down her face. I was struggling to be compassionate, fighting the need to comfort and surrendering to the passion that was building in my heart.

I take it that she was impressed with me, to what degree I could not tell. She held my hand after talking for part of the day. Questions, answers, small talk and of course the sailing of the sun across the sky kept us locked in ongoing conversation. I do not know how it happened but all of a sudden we were embracing each other. The underlining fear that she had, the over abundance of confidence and masculinity that I thought I had created an atmosphere conducive to this moment of my life. My first real kiss, she took my chin in her hand and raised it to her lips. She kissed me, swift, gently and passionately. I understand now that we made love with that kiss, unbeknownst to each other that one kiss would lead to making love.

She was about 5,5, 105 lbs 32C, 28, 34 golden brown hair with red from the sun, skin that felt like powdered lace when we touched and eyes that had an eternal sorrow. She called me Joe at that point, even though I told her my name was Serro. I guess we all live in dreams when necessary.

I had never felt the touch of a woman before. She sensed that and navigated both my heart and body. The waves slowly lapped at our feet as she removed my trunks, she brought my hands to her hips. Guiding me to adulthood and her breasts. Slowly I unhooked the back strap, lowered the front, and saw the perfect breasts lowering to my chest. We embraced, hands exploring. Our mouths kissed as no tomorrow could or would arrive. She removed the bottom of her suit to reveal a well-groomed forest of silken hair and sand. It never occurred to me when she lowered herself upon me that this would be a life changing event, but now that I am 80+ years old it is as vibrant a memory now as it was then.

We started out slowly, rocking with the rhythm of the tide. It was magical as we ebbed and flowed the passion building, crashing into us and receding with the water. I was so in aw that orgasm did not occur for me until she had crested numerous times. (Or so I would like to remember it that way). But I did orgasm, I could tell that she knew I was peaking and thrust her body upon my groin. Fire burning between the two of us could not be extinguished by the waves of water. We moved as one, we loved as one.... We looked at each other as only one brief moment of passion and time would allow.

She swam that day away from me, no, I never learned her name, I never saw her again. But as I lie here now, getting ready to go onto the next journey, I will ask St. Peter to introduce us again. For you see I lost my legs and all feeling at D-day in '44. She was my first, my last and my only. I have loved her all these years. 



Me and Ms. Hagerty



Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Tyler. I am 6'2'' and weigh about 180 lbs. I have blonde hair and blue eyes that some might call piercing. There is nothing about my appearance that is exceptional. I don't have a six-pack or arms like the Terminator. If you looked into my educational transcript, you'd find that my GPA is a solid 3.0, nothing special. But there is something special about me. I am what you might call a sexual dynamo.

I really don't know why, I have no secret formula for getting laid. Somehow when I talk to a woman, I know exactly what to say and how to say it. Whether she's a 35 year old soccer mom or an 18 year old head cheerleader, they all just open their legs once I start talking. I know...weird, right?

Let me tell you how it started. When I was a senior in high school, 18 and disgustingly pubescent, I got an F on a math test. Miss Alice Hagerty wanted to talk about my steadily falling grades and my obvious depression and so kept me after school. Now Miss Hagerty didn't look like her name sounded. She was fucking hot. At the age of 29 she stood at 5'9'' in heels and always dressed for success in skirts, blouses, jackets, and black glasses over her green tinged brown eyes. I always pegged her for the teasing type, because when she'd lean over your shoulder to help on a problem you could see her gorgeous DD cleavage and if there was a guy behind you, he'd be getting a view of her amazing bubble butt. With long brown hair, a cute tanned oval of a face, her long slim legs, and those pouty lips that would look good wrapped around a big cock. Basically, every straight guy in her classes wanted to bend her over her desk and ram their dicks into what must be a tight, shaven cunt; including myself.

So while she started talking about setting goals and working hard, I was busy hiding my excited member below my desk. When she turned around to grab a stack of my excuse for homework, I did something I always dreamed of doing but never did. I got up, walked around my desk so that I was behind her and squeezed her beautiful ass. She jumped and turned around, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"I'm doing what you want me to, Ms. Hagerty," I replied in a calm voice. I had never felt so confident of anything in my life, somehow I knew she wanted to get laid. Not necessarily by me, just by the man of her dreams. And I knew exactly how to act like what she had always wanted in a man. "I know what you want, Alice," I continued, gazing deep into her hazel brown eyes, "I know how you tease all the guys in your classes, shaking your ass and tits. It turns you on to think that they all want to fuck you until they spray their cum in your pussy doesn't it, Ms. Hagerty."

She spluttered and tried to move away, but I had backed her into her desk, placed my arms on the desk on either side of her and leaned down so that her nose was almost touching mine. "I'll report you to the principle, young man, for using such vulgar language and making advances toward me. You'll be expelled." Any other guy would have backed off in fear, but I knew instinctively what to say.

"You won't do that, Alice, this is your fantasy as much as mine," I said in a low, heavy voice that made her shiver in such a way that I knew that juices had started flowing in her slit. I moved toward the door and flipped the bolt in and pulled down the shades. "Now we're alone, gorgeous." 

I moved toward her, noticing that she was stiff and tense. I gathered her up in my arms and encountered no resistance. In that instant, I knew I had her. I leaned down and kissed her neck lightly and blew warm air on her ear. When I tugged on her earlobe with my teeth she shivered again and encircled me in her arms. With that we both started to fuck each other's mouths with our tongues.

This was not only the first time I had made out with someone, it was also the first time I had ever kissed anybody. But somehow I knew how to do it perfectly, how to get her hot and bothered by darting my tongue in and out her mouth, a little prelude to what I planned on doing to her pussy.

After a few minutes of our mouths being glued together, I began feel up her tits. They felt amazing; firm, large, and very natural. I began to run my thumbs around her nipples, feeling them getting hotter and harder. She started moaning then, a soft series of sighs that made my cock stand at attention. I pressed up against her, letting her feel my hardness and she gasped. Almost shaking in anticipation she slid her hand into my jeans and grabbed hold of my shaft. I stopped kissing her and pulled back to see her reaction. Her eyes were wide as she knelt down and undid my button and zipper, freeing the monster of a cock. It stood like a tree, a full 8 inches and about 2 inches wide. 

I was as surprised as she was, but somehow I hid it and I realized that she liked the idea of being controlled. "You like it don't you," I said, "You like holding it in your hand, like a little whore." She wordlessly nodded. "Suck your student's cock, Ms. Hagerty. Suck it like the slut you are."

I grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her to her knees. I knew this was getting her wetter then she had ever been, making her so horny her pussy was begging for relief. Still holding her head, I took my cock in my hand and smacked across the face with it, making a loud sound that reverberated in the class room. 

"What do you want, Ms. Hagerty?" I said, iron in my voice.

"I want that big cock," she whispered back, almost shaking from her lack of control. I started rubbing the head of my cock over her lips, smiling as her tongue darted out to moisten the heavy tip. I let her take over, allowing her to encircle my thick rod with her pouty pink lips. I watched her head bobbing up and down, making the obscene noises of sucking associated with a fucking great blowjob. I let her control me for a bit, sucking on the head and then giving a long wet lick to the underside of my shaft. She really started to get into it, going faster and faster, her deep eyes glued to mine. 

On impulse I grabbed her head between my hands and forced my cock down her throat until all ten inches were hidden from view. She gagged and struggled a little, but I knew that this was making her wetter than she had ever been.

Pulling her off my dripping cock, I gave her a second to breath. My teacher's large chest heaved as she stared up at me, a little spittle hanging like a rope off her chin. I pulled her up by her arms and laid her done gently on her desk. In a sudden movement I grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, scattering the little white buttons around the room. I now saw what most men would have loved to see. Two gorgeous pale mounds of flesh barely restrained by a lacy bra. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and laid her down on her desk, sucking her large pink nipples. She gasped and moaned like a good little slut. I had never felt so powerful or manly in my life, and it was about to get so much better. I shoved up her skirt and ripped off her panties, getting the best view of her perfectly shaven slit. My left hand stayed up at her erect nipples, pulling and tugging the for her pleasure, but my right hand strayed to her wet box and slipped inside while my thumb bumped and circled her clit. 

With a suddenness that surprised me, my slutty teacher came all over my hand. "Holy shit, Tyler, oh fuck!" Ms. Hagerty moaned as she squirmed and ground her pussy into my hand.