4 comments/ 57934 views/ 8 favorites Lizzy By: smj54ap "Lizzy!" She heard her mothers' voice calling but she didn't want to stop her stretching exercises. Her mothers frowning face appeared in the doorway and told her that she was to report to Mrs. Jamison's on Monday at 8 am. "You're the only student in the class and you'll meet at her home." her mother said. "OH GREAT!" Lizzy thought to herself sarcastically. It was bad enough she had to go to summer school for 6 weeks, now she had Mrs. Jamison, who had a reputation as the toughest math teacher at school. She was upset with herself. She should never have taken an honors math course in junior year when math was her worst subject but she needed this math course if she had any hopes of going to a decent college. It was only 2 days until zero hour and she was already dreading it. On Sunday, Lizzy was out late celebrating her 18th birthday and went to bed after midnight. Monday morning dawned and Lizzy slept thru the alarm. Her mother was shaking her and telling her to get up. "Shit!" she thought. "First day and I'm late." It was 8:10 am when she knocked on Mrs. Jamison's door. Sarah Jamison kept looking at the clock. By 8:03 am she was peeved, by 8:05 am she was indignant and by 8:10 am, just mad. She let the raven haired beauty in and it was lecture time. Sarah had a "no nonsense" almost severe attitude in the classroom and Lizzy sat thru a 10 minute diatribe on Mrs. Jamison's classroom rules. No tardiness, one more late arrival and she would call the department head. If she was absent, it would seriously jeopardize her chances of completing the course. She expected summer casual dress, no swim suits or bare feet. Class would be held every day in the den and Lizzy should consider it a classroom. There was a table, desk and blackboard and no one other than herself and Mrs. Jamison was permitted to be in the classroom. She was allowed to wait indoors for transportation but no longer than ½ hour after 12 noon. All cell phones had to be turned off as she would not tolerate any interruptions. There were two 10 minute breaks at 9:20 am and 10:50 am. There would be a quiz every morning at 8 am. And on it went. Lizzy thought the first day was rough but manageable and found that she preferred Mrs. Jamison's straightforward approach to the course material. She explained everything in detail and no question went unanswered. In fact, Sarah insisted that no question was a stupid question if Lizzy didn't know the answer. After the 2nd break, Lizzy was more relaxed and wasn't intimidated by Mrs. Jamison's "no nonsense" attitude. She realized that it was her way of establishing control. When Sarah Jamison saw Lizzy, she was struck by the teens' beauty. Lizzy was raven haired, Hispanic and of medium height. She had seen Lizzy compete at the gymnastics meets for the high school team. Sarah was smitten with her the 1st day of summer classes. Sarah was lonely. Two years ago her husband had been killed in a boating accident while white water rafting in Colorado. She missed Robert as they had an active social life, but after only 1 year of marriage, she realized her sexual orientation was geared toward women. Before his tragic death, they were considering a divorce. During her college years, Sarah was no stranger to bi relationships. She had a relationship with Claire, her first college roommate and a few others until she met Robert. Lizzy settled into the daily routine of taking quizzes and classroom instruction. After the 2nd break, Sarah would sit next to Lizzy and together they would go over each problem step by step. When she sat next to Lizzy, Sarah could see the desire and determination to succeed in Lizzy's eyes. Sarah was certain that all Lizzy needed was the proper tools to make sense out the material. Prior to the start of the summer school, Sarah looked at Lizzy's transcript and was surprised she only had a "C" average in math. Otherwise, she had mostly "A's" and a few "B's" in her other subjects. If her math scores were higher, Lizzy would easily make the honor role. At the start of the 2nd week, Sarah handed Lizzy the graded quiz papers from the previous week. Only one "B" and the rest were "C's." Sarah saw that Lizzy was disappointed and spent time up to the 2nd break reviewing her mistakes and teaching the methods on the correct way to study math. Sarah saw that Lizzy was trying very hard but by the end of the day, Lizzy was having problems with some new material. At noon, Sarah called it a day and Lizzy seemed upset. Sarah was about to ask Lizzy something when she saw tears in her eyes. Sarah felt her heart ache for the girl and her "no nonsense" demeanor crumbled. "I guess I'm just dumb." Lizzy said in a teary voice. "As long as you are in my class, don't ever refer to yourself as dumb" Sarah said commandingly. "But I've worked hard and I'm not getting it." Lizzy almost sobbed. "Give it time, and you will succeed" Sarah implored. "What was your goal when you came to my class?" Sarah asked. "I wanted no less than an "A." Lizzy answered in a sniffling voice. Then added, "But I'm not so sure now." Sarah knew from Lizzy's transcripts that she had the ability and if Lizzy adopted Sarah's methods for comprehending the material, she would achieve her goal. "Use the study methods that I taught you today." "Use them over and over until they become second nature." Sarah said in a beseeching tone. "Yes Ma'am" Lizzy tearfully replied. Overcome with emotion, Sarah took Lizzy in her arms and hugged her. Lizzy felt as close to Sarah at that moment as anyone in her family and it surprised her that Sarah embraced her and showed compassion. Despite all the warnings from her friends about Mrs. Jamison's "tight ass" ways, Lizzy thought that nothing could be farther from the truth. Even though Sarah was only 27 years old, Lizzy thought she was very attractive for an "older" woman. From that day forward, Lizzy seemed to grasp a little more each day as she diligently applied Sarah's methods of study to homework and tests. At the end of the 3rd week, Lizzy's quiz scores were up to a high "B" and when Sarah handed her the quiz papers, she let out a rebel yell and hugged Sarah. Then, realizing it was her teacher said she was sorry. Sarah said it was fine by her, anytime she wanted to hug her, she could. Sarah decided that her usual classroom persona wasn't necessary with Lizzy. She wanted to create a less formal environment and Sarah insisted that Lizzy call her by her first name. While Sarah knew Lizzy was working hard, today was the mid term test. The test would show how far Lizzy had progressed. At noon, Sarah called time and Lizzy handed her paper in looking glum. By now, Lizzy was having romantic feelings for Sarah. She was experienced with girls'. She had several same sex relationships with her teammates and knew she didn't like boys. Sarah's blonde hair and slim youthful appearance were appealing to Lizzy. Sarah found with each passing day that she was attracted to Lizzy. She struggled to ignore her body's response and knew if temptation presented itself that her willpower might dissolve. Sarah wanted to reward Lizzy for her effort and she had just the thing. Sarah had a kidney shaped pool and if Lizzy got a "B" on the mid term, she would invite Lizzy to an afternoon swim. On Monday of the 4th week, Sarah placed the mid term face down on Lizzy's desk. She saw her come in looking awfully sad. Lizzy slowly turned the paper over and she had an 85%, a "B." Lizzy's eyes grew as wide as saucers and she was speechless. "I told you, you could do it and here's the proof" Sarah crowed. Lizzy was ecstatic. She embraced Sarah and wouldn't let go. "Thank You." Lizzy said repeatedly as she hugged her teacher. Lizzy's gratitude was genuine. It was the first time she had confidence in her ability to succeed in a math class and Sarah made it possible. Lizzy affectionately kissed Sarah on the cheek and saw Sarah blush. Then she knew Sarah had feelings for her as well. Sarah tried to get her composure back and said as a reward for her efforts, Lizzy had free use of the swimming pool and could stay for dinner if she wanted too. Sarah thought Friday was the best day because it was the end of the school week. "You really mean it?" Lizzy gushed. Sarah nodded yes. Lizzy worked for no other teacher like she did for Sarah. She would have all Friday afternoon and part of the evening with Sarah. She was determined to get an "A" on her next quiz and realized that Sarah was right about using her study methods. Sarah was thrilled by Lizzy's progress and knew it wasn't a fluke. The girl was intelligent and with solid effort made good grades. Lizzy's enthusiasm with each new task was a welcome relief from the bored faces Sarah had to look at during the school year. Like most teachers, Sarah had students who were very proficient in her classes. But, it was the average and below average student that Sarah thought was the real challenge and, until now, she had enjoyed only moderate success with some of her students. She was also dreading Friday as she would have to look at Lizzy in her bikini. She was sure the teen had a stunning body. When Lizzy hugged and kissed her, she had felt a familiar stirring in her loins. Friday at 8 am Sarah handed Lizzy back her Thursday quiz, she should have waited until Monday but... Lizzy turned the paper over, 90%, an "A." Overjoyed, Lizzy jumped out of her chair and hugged Sarah so tight she was breathless. Sarah asked Lizzy what was the biggest factor in why she was doing so much better. Without hesitating, she said it was Sarah. Sarah had taught her the skills that she needed to understand the material. Then Sarah asked why other students thought she was such a "hard ass". Lizzy laughed at her comment but said probably because Sarah had high standards and expected the best from her students. Sarah smiled knowingly; Lizzy was right. Lizzy changed into her skimpiest bikini and strolled onto the patio. Sarah swore a teen goddess had walked thru the door and gaped at Lizzy's body. Model pretty but with a lean muscular look. She swam for a long time and was enjoying the cool water. Sarah was dressed in a more conservative 2 piece suit and was relaxing in the lounger with a book. When Lizzy got out of the pool, she just gawked as the water dripped from her hot body. Lizzy saw the reaction she was having and smiled to herself. She wanted her teachers head between her legs and the sooner the better. She'd been having that itch and she wanted Sarah to scratch it. Lizzy lay on her back soaking up the sun and she chatted with Sarah about her plans and just about anything that came to mind. Sarah asked Lizzy if she had a boyfriend and Lizzy hesitated and started stammering. Sarah was intrigued and thought she knew the answer. After hearing Lizzy stutter for a few minutes, Sarah asked her point blank if she was into girls'. Lizzy slowly nodded her head yes and couldn't look at Sarah. Sarah turned to Lizzy lifting her head so she was eye level with Sarah. She told Lizzy that her sexual orientation was her business and she was not to feel ashamed. She brightened up right away and that's what Sarah loved about Lizzy, her ability to shrug off feelings and move on. "You have a bright future." Sarah thought to herself. Lizzy switched to her stomach and undid her bikini top. With a devilish grin, she asked Sarah to put some sun tan lotion on her back. Sarah warmed some in her hands and rubbed it into Lizzy's beautiful back awed by the soft skin with the hard muscle underneath. Lizzy was in heaven and let out a little moan of pleasure. Sarah started on her legs and Lizzy moaned again. Finally, Sarah told Lizzy she was done and Lizzy, turned on by the rubbing asked if she would do her front. Sarah was shocked and told her under no circumstances. The mood was ruined and the day. Despondent, Lizzy left and moped the entire weekend. When Lizzy arrived Monday, she noticed that Sarah's was back to her "no nonsense" attitude and it stayed that way for the rest of the week. Friday came with only one week left and Lizzy kept getting high "B" and low "A" grades on her quizzes. In only 5 weeks, she had progressed at a rapid rate. Her accomplishment impressed Sarah, and she was not easily impressed. Sarah realized she had been hard on Lizzy and wanted to offer her another afternoon in the pool. Lizzy was more subdued after last Fridays incident and Sarah preferred the old Lizzy's enthusiasm. As class was winding down, she told Lizzy she had over reacted last week and wondered if she would spend the afternoon with her by the pool. Lizzy brightened immediately. Sarah told her that last week she left so suddenly she left her bikini behind. Lizzy was overjoyed and asked permission to hug Sarah. "You better!" Sarah gushed. They hugged for longer than the normal protocol but neither one cared. Lizzy had been thinking of how to seduce Sarah and now she had a plan. When she was in the water, she begged Sarah to come in. Sarah realized that she should avoid this temptation, but the id part of her brain had seized control and was dictating her actions. Sarah relented and they splashed around like two kids. At one point, Lizzy jumped on her back and wanted a horsy ride. Sarah obliged and could feel the heat from Lizzy's body. It was intoxicating and she struggled to keep her senses. When they got out, Lizzy said she wanted to wrestle Sarah like they did after gymnastics practice; it was just for fun. Sarah didn't want to be too much like an old schoolmarm and agreed. Anyway, it was just for fun and Sarah felt as fit as a fiddle. Sarah discovered that Lizzy was very strong and she quickly had Sarah on the ground. Lizzy controlled her with ease. Lizzy made Sarah carry her piggy back around the pool deck. When she put Lizzy down she tried to get away but Lizzy caught her in the sun porch and soon had Sarah on her back. She sat on Sarah's stomach with her legs pinning Sarah's arms to her side. Sarah's will to resist was ebbing away and she rather enjoyed losing control to the teen goddess. Lizzy had a "cat that ate the canary" look on her face and wouldn't budge off of Sarah. Sarah felt her body warming like it had when Lizzy rode her back. She was going to ask Lizzy to get off but was unable to find her voice. Lizzy moved up Sarah's torso until she was in front of her face. Sarah could feel the warmth from Lizzy crotch on her throat and chin. She was turning up the heat and Sarah felt powerless. Lizzy's body surged with sexual excitement having Sarah under her control. Sarah basked in the heat from Lizzy's crotch as it stimulated her libido and Lizzy saw the acceptance in Sarah's eyes. "I think someone's getting turned on." Lizzy stated in a sexy voice and moved her bottom clad rump so that it was directly over Sarah's nose and mouth. With surprising agility and muscle control, she lowered her bottom so that it was very lightly rocking back and forth, just grazing Sarah's mouth. The heady smell of Lizzy's damp bottoms was intoxicating to Sarah as it permeated the air. Sarah couldn't remember a time when something so overwhelmingly erotic had happened to her. Sarah gently grazed her mouth and nose against Lizzy's rocking and wet bottom. Lizzy moaned with approval and applied a bit more pressure. Hot new sensations radiated through her body and she increased the pace. However, the friction from Lizzy's drenched bottom on Sarah's mouth and nose was growing more and more uncomfortable. Lizzy slowed and gingerly ground her bottom against Sarah's face. Lizzy knew it was time to remove the bottoms and she wanted Sarah's tongue on her in the worst way. As she halted her movement, she slowly stood over Sarah. Sarah thought Lizzy looked like a young goddess towering over her subject. Captivated by her beauty, a rush of old familiar feelings engulfed Sarah. Without breaking eye contact, Lizzy slowly pulled her bottoms down her thighs, raising one leg and then the next till the bottom was off. Both of them were breathing rapidly, almost panting from the excitement Sarah was tempted to escape but realized she wouldn't get far and after seeing Lizzy's very hot body, she was staying put. Lizzy sat on an ottoman with her arms in back keeping her torso straight and thrusting her pelvis forward. Sarah crawled on her hands and knees and knelt before her feast. All the doubts and concerns Sarah felt before didn't seem to matter any more. She was breaking the cardinal rule of fraternizing with a student and might lose her job. But, at this moment, she just didn't care as wanton lust took over her psyche. She leaned into Lizzy's crotch and mouthed the wet wiry hair and planted little kisses on her mound. Lizzy had dreamed about this moment and now that it was a reality. She gazed at her teacher in rapturous delight as Sarah lapped her vigorously. Sarah lifted Lizzy's muscular ass and pressed her mouth into the hot swollen flesh. As her body quickly heated from the pleasure, Lizzy flexed her butt with more force and rode Sarah's tongue. Sarah's world was filled with her ravenous desire for Lizzy and as she tongued the fleshy folds, charged particles of hot passion vibrated thru Lizzy's body. None of the pussy hounds on the gymnastics team made Lizzy feel this good. Sarah exhibited skill and technique that could have only come with previous experience, a lot of previous experience. With Sarah's head between her legs, Lizzy imagined all the possibilities of a relationship with her teacher. Granted, it was far fetched but possible. Lizzy threw her legs behind Sarah's head and worked her crotch into a wet lather as she bucked into Sarah's mouth. Sarah's mouth gripped Lizzy's crotch with a steely resolve as Lizzy bucked like a rodeo bronco extracting every ounce of pleasure she could from her ride. Strong orgasmic spasms washed over Lizzy's body like tidal waves. She shook from the intensity of the contractions and was overwhelmed with feelings of love for Sarah. Slowly the sensations in Lizzy's body receded and they both fell exhausted on the carpet. "That was incredible." Lizzy crowed and she reached over and kissed Sarah full on the mouth. Sarah looked bashful even shameful about what she had done. When Lizzy saw her reaction, she took Sarah in her arms and held her tight. "You were wonderful!" Lizzy said with passion in her voice. Sarah was feeling uncomfortable. She just had sex with her student but Lizzy's hugs and kind words were soothing. She still had a powerful craving for Lizzy's hard body and as Lizzy held her, she gently stroked her nipples. With a fiery passion, they spent the afternoon trying to douse the flames. Saturday morning Lizzy woke with Sarah's parting words from yesterday ringing in her ears. "Remember to study!" Every week the course material got progressively harder and especially now in the stretch run. Lizzy spent most of Saturday and Sunday studying the last 3 chapters. Her head hurt from concentrating so hard but she unfailingly applied the principals Sarah taught her about studying the right way. Whenever she took a break from studying, Lizzy thought about Sarah. She had never felt so in tune with another human being. Sarah loved her; she was sure of that and Lizzy was convinced that what they experienced wasn't just sex but passionate love. On Monday, Lizzy gazed lovingly at Sarah but respected Sarah's rule that the classroom is meant for learning and kept her emotions in check until class ended at 12 noon. She poured her heart out to Sarah about her feelings toward her. Sarah looked at Lizzy as her heart thumped with dizzying emotions. But, her heart also told Sarah that this affair must not continue. Nothing got resolved that day and for the next four days as well. Lizzy and Her Sisters Bill slipped into bed with Lizzy, his wife of 35 years, a gorgeous silky-haired blonde of 63. They snuggled up to each other, talking about the day's events, as they usually did. Which this day included chatting about Lizzy's sisters who had arrived for the holiday weekend days earlier and as usual, much revelry ensued, too much drinking but good times, and now it was late, after midnight when Bill and Lizzy canoodled in the dark. "It's so nice to see my sisters, isn't it?" Lizzy sighed, thrusting a bare, sexy leg over Bill's crotch, as she often did, feeling his cock stir, never failing to get him aroused, even at 60 years old. "Yeah, love them, Patsy and Lee, they're the best," Bill said, feeling his wife's tanned thigh grind a bit harder on him. "They are, they are," she said, slipping her hand under her thigh, cupping Bill's thickening dick in his underwear. "God, Lizzy, what's gotten into you?" Bill laughed, welcoming the tightening grip on his cock. "Oh, I dunno, maybe a little too much to drink," she giggled. "Why, don't you like it?" "You kidding?" he asked, kissing her on her forehead, her face inches from his. "Honey, have your way with me, any time, you know that." She picked up the pace a bit, slipping her bony knee down to nuzzle his balls, pressing harder as her hand stroked his dick, pulling it out of his underwear. He moaned, thrusting up to meet her slender fingers insistent tug. "They are something, so sexy for their age, aren't they?" Lizzy said softly, biting her husband's earlobe. "Pretty hot, actually..." Bill froze. He agreed, totally, but didn't want to show it. Lee was the middle sister, at 66, was gorgeous, a dark-haired beautiful woman graced with an ageless body and mind, thickish in the middle, but solidly built, owing to years of exercise, as was Lizzy. And Patsy as well, who at 71 was the eldest of the trio, with wild, curly gray hair and a supple, firm body, lean and sinewy which despite the usual wrinkles and sags of a woman her age, was fairly muscular, especially in the legs. The legs, good legs, great legs, were the common denominator of the sisters, strong, firm, shapely and sexy as hell. Bill often checked them out prior to the morning runs they'd take together when visiting. And now, those legs, Lizzy's, Lee's and Patsy's, where all he could think about as his wife jerked him harder and faster. "Uh, yeah, I guess so, they are, for their age," he groaned, quickly adding, "you ALL are, especially you, LIzzy!" "Oh, that's the right answer, Bill," she laughed. "But honestly, isn't Lee so sexy, Patsy, too? Since they got divorced years ago, they've really come into their stride, I think. And believe me, they love sex still!" Bill let out a low, involuntary groan at the thought of the sisters having sex. His mind raced with images of them fucking and sucking and he couldn't help but factor himself into the fantasy. His cock throbbed harder. "Oh, Billy, you're really turned on, aren't you?" Lizzy cooed. "What, talking about my sexy sisters, that turns you on, you dirty boy?" "Uh, fuck, no, Lizzy, it's you, it's you," he protested gamely. "Oh, sure, sure," she laughed, jerking him faster and tighter, his dick about to explode. "It's OK, they are pretty hot...we were just talking about it tonight, in fact, out on the deck while you were cleaning up after dinner. You know Lee is dating a guy about 30? Well, not so much dating, they just...well, get together once in awhile. She showed me his picture, good-looking young man, very hot himself..." "God, Lizzy, really!" he found himself saying, imagining the gorgeous dark-haired beauty with a man half her age. "Oh, yeah, really," Liz smiled. "And Patsy...well, I shouldn't be telling you this, but she met a man...a kid...18 years old! One of her grandson's college buddies who visited her recently, and she...well, I've said too much..." "No, it's OK, it's family," Bill babbled. "Dammit, Billy, you're getting harder the more I talk about my sisters!" Lizzy growled darkly, reaching with her other hand to squeeze his balls until he yelped in pain. "Do my sexy sisters turn you on? Is that it?" "NO!" he cried out. "It's just that...dammit, LIzzy, your hand...your handjobs...always do this to me..." "Oh, really?" she said sternly, slowing her pace a bit, driving him mad. "So me telling you that Patsy told me this kid, this boy, loves eating her hairy pussy whenever she wants him to, and she loves it? Or that Lee loves blowing her guy?" "FUCK!" he cried out, thrusting up to meet her hand, which stopped just short of his blowing his load all over it. "Lizzy, please, don't stop, don't stop!" "You're a bad boy, Bill, honestly, my sisters?" she snapped, her hand retreating with the other as she sat up in bed, arms across her chest. "No, honey, don't be foolish, it's you, your hand...goddam, honey, don't leave me like this!!" "Like what?" they heard a voice say. Lee stepped into the room, in a short nightie that exposed her huge tits above and exceptional legs below, nearly every inch of her tanned and glowing in the dim light. Bill hurriedly covered himself just as she walked in. "Nothing, nothing," Lizzy brooded. "What's up, sis, what's wrong?" "Oh, that damn AC in my room is on the fritz again, just not cooling it off and I'm so hot," Lee said, fanning herself with her hand, the dark just dark enough to give Bill cover enough to watch those big titties jiggle as she did. "Bill you fixed it before, can you come check it out?" Bill looked at LIzzy who sighed and nodded. "Sure, he can, honey," Lizzy said. "I'm just so tired, I'm gonna get some sleep." She rolled over in a huff and hoisted the blanket over her. Bill looked at her, then at Liz, wishing his cock wasn't rock hard, but he slipped on a pair of baggy sweat pants nearby and got up, shuffling after Lee, eyes fixed on her amazing ass under that nightie. "Thanks, Billy, I'm sorry to bother you so late," she said walking down the stairs and hallway to her room. "No problem, Lee," he said softly, watching Lee's supple calves flex before him as she walked. He went inside, Lee shutting the door behind them, fiddling with the controls of the AC until he heard it kick into gear. He turned. Lee sat on her bed. Her short nightie rode high on her big, tanned thighs. She smiled at him as she leaned back on her hands. "Uh, what were you and Lizzy doing when I came up?" she asked demurely. "You said 'Don't leave me like this?' What did you mean?" "Oh, nothing, nothing...just having a bit of a..well, a minor argument, no big deal, Lee, really," he stammered, trying not to notice how beautiful Lee was. "Bill," she hissed, slipping off the bed and walking up to him, looking into his eyes, her hands suddenly in the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down. "Don't lie to your sister..." "Lee, what the hell?" he asked, astonished, watching her tug down his pants, not wanting to stop her and knowing he should as his stiff dick bobbed into view, her eyes drawn to it, her smile widening. "You...you're my...oh, for God's sake, Lee!" "SHhh, shhh, you don't want to wake up the family, baby," Lee cooed, kneeling before him and fisting his dick in one hand, squeezing the tip to gather a huge dollop of precum that she licked off with a swipe of her velvety tongue. "Just enjoy..." "Oh...fuck..." Bill moaned, watching his wife's pretty sister's mouth open wide and take him, to the balls, in one slick gulp. Lizzy gave good head, and good hand, but nothing could compare to what Lee was doing to him. Her dark hair bobbed and shook as her head did, her hands twisting up and around Bill's dick, jerking him in and out of her mouth, and in between lavishing his dick with the softest, hottest most proficient tongue he'd ever felt. His balls knotted and he knew he'd blow his load soon, and he could only focus on that, forgetting his wife was upstairs, forgetting her oldest sister was in the next room, forgetting everything except the oral vacuum attached to his dick. He watched her work, her big tits spilling out of her nightie as she did, her murmurs of sexual urgency vibrating on his cock. "Goddam, Lee...goddam...gonna...gonna..." he groaned, trying not to be too loud. And just as he felt that unmistakable heat pervade his body, just as he felt his balls twitch and knot in pre-orgasmic splendor, just as he knew he was about to dump the biggest load of his life in his sexy sister's 66-year-old mouth, he heard Patsy's voice just outside the door. "Honey, Lee, are you awake?" Patsy said, accompanying it with a knock on the door. And then his orgasm was gone, Lee's mouth pulled away, the sexy woman standing and pulling up Bill's sweatpants over a cock that had never in his life been harder. She looked into his eyes and winked. His desperate disbelieving eyes locked on hers. "Oh, well," Lee sighed, walking to the door and opening it, Bill behind her bent over to hide a hardon that wouldn't quit. "What's up, Patsy, what's wrong?" "Oh, I have a damn moth in my room, it's driving me nuts," she said, looking past her to the nervous Bill. "I thought I heard Billy in here fixing your AC again, so I figured..." "Sure, he'll help you," Lee smiled. "I'm all set, he did his job here, I'm hitting the sack, sis." "Bill, you don't mind, do you?" Patsy asked kindly as she walked away toward her room. "No, Patsy, of course not," he said trying not to sound disappointed. He walked by Lee, who playfully cupped his ass, making him jump. "Take care of my sister, baby," she growled softly. "Take care of all my sisters..." The door shut and Bill shuffled into Patsy's room, where a single lamp burned at her bedside. Bill looked around for the moth, seeing nothing. He looked at Patsy in her own tiny nightie, her long, wrinkled legs still looking so damned shapely and inviting for a woman her age. "You sure there's a moth in here?" he asked, looking past her to the open window. "Maybe it flew out, you left the screen open there." "Oh, it was here, thought it went down behind the bed," Patsy said. She walked to the edge of the bed near the window and bent over to look into the slim space between it and the wall. Her nightie rode up the backs of her sexy, sagging thigh flesh and Bill's eyes went wide. She wore no panties, and there, between the wrinkled white meat of her gorgeous old ass was a thick profusion of hair, outlined in the dim light of the room. She bent further, the backs of those thighs pulling tighter, her ass jiggling, that bush in clearer view. Bill's cock was about to burst at the sight of it when Patsy suddenly grabbed the back of her nightie, pulled it down and turned to face Bill, catching him averting his gaze. "Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry!" she blurted. "I...I wasn't wearing panties because...uh...I was out of them, was going to do laundry tomorrow, and...and..." "Patsy, it's OK, I'm the one who should be sorry, I didn't mean to..." They approached each other, Patsy's big curly mane of hair silhouetted from the light behind her, a smile on her face, the wrinkled pucker around her mouth soft, sexy, inviting. "I...well, I was actually on the phone with...well, this guy I see sometimes at home...a, uh, younger man...well, that's all it was and..." "No, no, no, you don't have to explain," Bill blurted, trying to back away toward the door but stopped by Patsy grabbing his t-shirt and pulling the other way. "Uh...Patsy...what..." "Billy, I need...certain things, I'm finding out at my age, certain...things..." she growled, slowly guiding them back to the bed where she sat, pulling him to his knees. She spread those sexy saggy thighs. Her bush exploded into view. He blinked, staring, gulping. "Certain...things..." she moaned, cupping his head in one hand and pulling him toward that sopping bush, glistening with her dew. He smelled her, a thick, ripe, musky aroma of sweat and female fluids. He got closer, not by his own hand but hers, as she guided his mouth to her sex. "Patsy...I don't think..." he protested weakly. "Shhh, shhh," she moaned, pulling his face to her hairy pussy. "Don't think..just do...just lick..." "But Patsy," he continued. With an angry growl, she cupped his head in both hands and smashed his face into the warm, wet chasm of her hairy pussy, slamming those wrinkly thighs around his head, locking her ankles and squeezing. Her fluid filled his mouth as he opened it, spearing her cunt with his tongue, Patsy grinding on his face, hips lush and wide snapping and swiveling, her pussy wet and open, threatening to swallow him whole. His hands shot up to grab her scissoring thighs, amazed at the muscles there, rippling to his touch beneath the sexy, saggy skin. She groaned and snapped and ground her sex into his mouth, the thick pubic hair tickling his chin and eyes. He looked up over the bush, past the slightly puffy belly and her tits, which Patsy tweaked madly with one hand, still pulling Bill's moaning mouth deeper into her hairy canal. "Unggggh! Ungggh! Unggggh!" she snarled in a quiet, desperate moan, snap-scissoring those incredible thighs on his head and face as she came, the flesh jiggly and warm and all encompassing, the inner muscles slicing into his neck as she used him, slowing the blood to his brain, making him dizzy, his mouth flooded with her orgasmic gel. He gulped and swallowed her cream as she rode it out, her motions waning, hips and thighs gone slack, the flesh of her inner thighs sticking to his cheeks and peeling away as she unlocked her ankles and let him fall free, backwards, panting on the floor. He struggled to his knees as she sat on the bed, straightening her nightie and looking at the window. "I think you're right, Billy, that darned little moth must have escaped!" she laughed, rolling under the covers as he stood up, his sweatpants tenting before him. "Moth, what moth?" Bill turned around, where LIzzy stood in the doorway, arms folded, a stern look on her pretty face. "Oh, I had a moth issue, but Billy took care of it, sis," Patsy said, sitting up in bed. "He is such a good egg, he's always there when you need him!" "Yes, yes he is," Lizzy smiled weakly. "I just came down because it was taking you so long to fix Lee's AC I thought." "Yeah, then I got a hold of him," Patsy laughed, Bill's neck aching as she said 'hold', thinking of the grip her strong old thighs had on him seconds before. "Well g'night kids, time we got some sleep!" Bill slipped by LIzzy and shut the door, facing away and willing his hard cock to deflate, which it would not. They made their way upstairs, and lay in bed, Lizzy throwing that sexy old leg of her own over his hips, Billy trying not to let her make contact with his stiff dick. And failing. She froze when she felt it under her. "Shit, Billy, you're still hard!" she exclaimed, reaching for it and stroking him in his underwear. "Better be from me and not my sexy old sisters...is it, baby, are you hard for me or them?" She said it with a bit of anger in her voice, squeezing his nuts with her other hand until he yelped in pain after he took too long to respond. "YOU YOU YOU!" he hollered. "Of course, it's you, Lizzy, c'mon, be reasonable...and ease up on my balls, please!!" She suddenly stopped and let go, sitting up in bed. "Lizzy, what now?" he groaned, aching for release. "Nothing, be right back," she said, jumping out of bed. "Don't touch yourself until then." He sighed and waited in the dark as she took forever in the bathroom, dozing off as he did, his dick finally wilting. She came back moments later, hands behind her back, looking down at his now fully shrunken dick and smiling. "A little test, Billy," she announced. She got back in bed, lay next to him and pulled her hand out from behind her, in which were a couple of pairs of panties. And not hers. He stared. "What the..." His voice was muffled as Lizzy, an evil smile on her face, plastered his face with the soiled underwear, the aroma rich and ripe and smelling a lot like Patsy's pussy he'd been buried in earlier. His cock shot up stone hard. "You fucker!" she cried out, rubbing the damp, smelly panties into his face. "This is Patsy's underwear, you whore, she put it in the laundry basket, I told her I'd do clothes tomorrow, and now your dick gets hard from smelling them! You dirty bastard!" She was pissed. But she didn't stop, instead grinding it harder into his face, forcing it into his protesting mouth, and with her other hand, brought out another pair, Lee's, equally damp and aromatic he found out, as she rubbed it into his nose. "You dirty, dirty fucker, hard for my sister's stink!" she growled, tying Lee's dirty panties over his nose, with Patsy's imbedded in his mouth. He was too weak, too far gone to protest, especially as she straddled his hips and impaled herself on his ridiculously hard dick, taking him balls deep in one stroke inside her soaking pussy. He looked up through the fabric of Lee's stinky panties as she rode him, thrusting herself up and down, and then leaning forward to wrap her arms around his neck, biting his ear as she fucked him harder than she ever had before. "You gonna cum Billy boy, you gonna cum in MY pussy while the smell of MY sisters is in your face, you dirty fucking pig!" she hissed into his ear. "You better not, bitch, you better not cum thinking of Lee's and Patsy's pussies fucking you, you hear me, you better...not...cum...before...I...do..." But he couldn't hold off, especially as she hunched down hard, taking him deep, and milking his cock with her insanely hot pussy. He screamed a muffled scream into her neck, tasting and smelling the foul ripeness of LIzzy's sisters' panties surrounding and filling his face, and blasted off deep inside her, willing himself not to but failing quickly, feeling his nuts empty inside his wife's pulsating pussy. She slowed her strokes and then sat up, feeling his dick wilt inside her, a disappointed look on her pretty face, her silky hair hanging in sweaty strands and sticking to the sexy wrinkles of her neck. "Oh, Billy, I warned you, I warned you," she growled, pulling the panties from his mouth and nose and tossing them aside, slowly pulling off his dick and inching up his belly and chest, Bill feeling the liquid heat of himself leaving a slimy trail as he watched his wife's cum-soaked pussy hair approach. "I warned you and now you owe me...you owe me, Billy..." "LIzzy...please...please don't!" he groaned, his wife's thighs spreading and then closing around his head as she planted her sopping wet bush, soaked with his cum, right on his mouth and smothering him. "You owe me," she groaned, spreading herself with her fingers. The flow was instant and intense, a thick river of cum gushing from her womb and down his throat. He swallowed to survive, fighting the urge to gag the creamy load filling his mouth, gulping it down, his hands pulling at Lizzy's squatting thighs to try and breathe in her suffocating embrace. She snapped her hips back and forth, clutching his hair in her hands, riding his nose and mouth until she was done, climbing off his face to slump to her back, exhausted, Bill sputtering next to her, panting for the air her violent face ride had deprived him of. She laughed and grabbed her sisters' panties, wiping his cummy face clean and draping a leg over his soft dick. "Well now," she sighed. "I guess it's not a big deal if my sisters turn you on, if you perform that way all the time. We are family, after all..." Bill sighed, his face sticky with cum, and he dozed off, exhausted. LIzzy snuggled against him until he slept, then climbed out of bed, pulling her nightie over her and went downstairs. There were Lee and Patsy, sitting at the kitchen island, sipping wine and handing LIzzy a third glass. Lizzy and Her Sisters "How'd it go?" Patsy laughed. "As planned, sisters, as planned," Lizzy smiled, raising her glass in a toast. "To the family! May we stay sexy forever!" "You're not gonna let him in on our little secret, are ya Lizzy?" Lee giggled. "Hell no!" Lizzy said. "You guys are here two more nights, let's continue the fun shall we?" They laughed and warbled the words to "We Are Family" and plotted the next couple of nights as Bill soundly slept upstairs. Lizzy Loring Elizabeth peered out the window of the carriage as it bounced over the streets of Philadelphia. It was a cold, December night with snow on the ground and more beginning to fall. Her heart was beating quickly and she took a deep breath of the cold air to try and clear her mind for what she was about to do. Sitting beside her, his hand on her thigh, was General William Howe, commander of the British Army. The general had first seen Elizabeth, or Lizzy, to her few close friends, two weeks prior at a gala hosted by the leading Loyalist family in Philadelphia to celebrate the British taking of the city. It had been a festive, at times raucous evening with the all of the leading Loyalists in town and the British General Staff. Lizzy had gone with her parents, and as one of the few single women there, she had naturally attracted much attention from a number of the British officers. Lizzy was a head-turner. She was 5'3"with a head of dark, thick, black, curly hair that fell to her shoulders and set off her porcelain skin, wide, green eyes, and full red lips. She was twenty four years old, and while her dress had certainly not been inappropriate, it hinted strongly that her physical charms were in full bloom. She had a full, round bottom, and large, soft breasts, the crests of which peaked out of the bodice of her royal blue gown. Several of the younger officers had made a point of making conversation with her, but they scattered like a covey of quail when General Howe had stepped in and introduced himself. It had been immediately obvious that the General was taken with Lizzy. That was not unusual give his reputation. Lizzy had felt his eyes move over her appraisingly, as he asked her questions about the party, and even a few about the war. It was obvious he was sizing her up. After a few moments, he seemed to decide, and he had taken her arm and guided her around the room with him. He introduced her as "his friend", Ms. Loring, as if most in the room didn't know who she was. There had been several other galas in the intervening weeks and Lizzy had been invited to all as the General's guest. While the general had not spoken about what he wanted from Lizzy, it wasn't hard to guess, based on the number of times she saw his eyes move over her bosom, and the increasing frequency with which his hand found it's way to her thigh or her rump. Tonight's party had been the first that his parents had not attended. They had left the prior day so that her father could attend to business in Boston. General Howe had his carriage pick her up and bring her to the party. The party had been another large affair with dinner and an abundance of spirits, and it was nearly midnight when the general called for his carriage. The general had given her his hand to help her in, and had placed his other hand on her bottom, as she had stepped inside. Once they were seated, he had ordered the driver to take them to the home he was using as his quarters. There was no mention of taking Lizzy home. Lizzy had prepared for this evening as much as she could mentally and emotionally. She knew what she had to do and why, and while she still did not like it, she had reached a peace with it. She knew the stakes, and she knew that if her efforts failed, the consequences would be dire. She looked over at General Howe and smiled coyly, lightly placing her hand on top of his. He was a big man, nearly six feet tall, with broad shoulders. He was thirty eight and while his midsection had thickened with age and his love of rich food and booze, he was not obese. He had brown hair beneath his wig, blue eyes, and tanned, lined skin that showed the effects of many years in the British Army. He was arrogant, like most British officers, but he was not rude, nor was he mean or cruel as many of the others were. In fact, as she had seen, he could be quite charming, and even considerate when he so desired. All of that made what she was about to do somewhat easier to stomach. The carriage arrived at General Howe's quarter. The door was opened by a young soldier, who saluted smartly. Howe returned the salute and helped Lizzy down. He guided her up the steps to the door, where a manservant opened the door and let them inside. "Good evening, sir, ma'am," the servant said, taking their coats, "Sir, there is a fire in the grate in your sitting room, and wine on the side table as you requested. Is there anything else you desire? "No, Tinsley, that will be all," Howe said, "Dismiss the staff." Tinsley nodded, "As you wish, sir. Good night." With that, Lizzie and Howe were alone and a moment of panic swept over her. She fought it back as Howe looked at her quizzically. "Are you alright, Liz? Ya' look a bit pale," he asked. She forced a smile and nodded, "I'm alright. Guess I took a bit of a chill." "Well," he said, "in that case, come sit by the fire." He took her by the arm and led her up the stairs to a sitting room furnished with several couches and chairs set in front of a roaring fire. He guided her to a seat on one of the couches and stepped to the sideboard and poured them both a glass of mederia. Howe, who had already, had large number of drinks that night, handed her hers and then sat beside her on the couch. "This will warm you up from the inside, just as the fire does from the outside," he said with a grin. He drained half his glass, and Lizzie, in an effort to calm her nerves followed suit. He made small talk for a few moments and then rose and refilled their glasses. He handed hers to her and took another large gulp from his. "Warming up?" he asked. "Yes," she replied, "Actually, I'm getting a little too warm now." Howe nodded, "Indeed. I'll be back in a moment. I've got to get this damned wig off and these boots." Lizzie watched him go and drained her drink. She forced herself to put away the fear she felt and do what had to be done. She stood and wandered around the room, looking at the books on the shelves and waiting. She heard him return to the room, and sensed him step close behind her. His hands touched her shoulders and she looked back at him. "It's late, lass, and cold, but my bed is warm. Come," he said softly. With that, he put his hand on her lower back and guided her into the bedroom. As she reached the bed, Lizzie turned to face him. He was dressed only in his breeches. Tentatively, she reached up and touched his chest, caressing it and running her fingers through the hair. Howe smiled and stroked her hair, then let his hand slide down her back and caress her bottom. Lizzie put her other hand on his chest, and stood on her tiptoes to plant a light kiss on his neck, letting her breasts press against him as she did. Howe sighed and placed both hands on her rump, squeezing it, and then moving them around her waist to her belly, steadily moving them upward until he fondled her breasts through her dress. Lizzie looked up into his eyes and stepped back. There was a screen and a dressing table in one corner, and she glanced at it, then back at him, and whispered, "I'll be back in a minute." Howe nodded and Lizzie moved behind the screen and began to unbutton and untie her dress and undergarments. She stripped until all she was wearing was a silver chain with a crystal locket around her neck. Then, she took a deep breath and stepped around the screen and moved slowly toward the bed. Howe was sitting on the side, his eyes locked on her as she moved toward him. "My god, you're an angel," he breathed. Lizzie smiled and stepped close to him, letting his eyes, and then his big, rough hands move over her body. She leaned close and nuzzled his ear, letting her hands again caress his chest and arms. His hands fondled her bottom, pulling her closer, and then made their way back to her heavy breasts. Lizzie glanced down as she continued to plant soft kisses on his ear and neck, and saw a tent form in Howe's trousers. She reached down and gently stroked the tent with the back of one small hand. Howe made a sound deep in his throat. Lizzie began to plant soft kisses and licks over Howe's neck and then moved down his chest as her fingertips caressed his strong arms. She moved to her knees, kissing down his belly as her fingers moved to the buttons on his breeches, unhooking them quickly. Howe pushed his hips off the bed and helped Lizzie pull the breeches down and off. Lizzie looked up and met Howe's eyes as she took his semi-rigid cock in her hand. Howe took in a ragged breath as Lizzie began to rub his shaft and nuzzle his thighs. Lizzie leaned closer, taking his scrotum in one hand and kneading it gently, then stroking lightly behind it as her other hand continued to steadily stroke his growing penis. Howe moaned softly, his hands in her hair. Lizzie leaned closer and let her tongue circle the swelling head of his cock. It jumped in her hand and immediately got longer and harder. Lizzie's hand began to squeeze and jack Howe's stiff cock, making it even harder. "Oh, god, girl!" he moaned and lay back on the bed. Lizzie let her tongue circle the rim of his cock again and then took it in her mouth, letting her saliva wet it and her tongue flutter over it. Howe groaned and his breathing became more ragged. She released the head from her mouth and leaned in and engulfed Howe's erection between her breasts. Howe groaned as he squeezed his shaft between them and moved them up and down. Howe's eyes were locked on her breasts as they moved up and down around his shaft. Howe groaned again, and Lizzie began to take the head of his cock in her mouth each time it rose between her tits. As it rose from her cleavage, she would lick it, taking it into her mouth and sucking as it reached it's apex, and then as it went back down, taking another lick as it dropped out again. Howe's eyes were closed, his chest was heaving, and his hands were balled into fists. Lizzie sensed he was about to go over the edge, and she released his cock and stood up. "What are you doing? Why did you stop?" Howe sputtered. Lizzie simply pointed and said huskily, "Put your head on the pillows." Howe rotated his body so that his head was on the pillows and Lizzie moved onto the bed, straddling him. Howe groaned as Lizzie pressed herself against him, kissing him deeply and grinding her pussy and breasts against him. He moaned and squeezed her bottom roughly. Lizzie could feel his erection pressing against her belly, and she adjusted herself so that it began to rub against her warm, moist slit. He groaned again as she dragged her breasts over Howe's chest and ground her pussy against his erection. After several moments, Lizzie felt his cock begin to slip inside of her. She moaned softly and began to thrust and rotate her hips, drawing his erection deeper inside her. Howe grunted and thrust upward, meeting her thrusts and impaling her more and more deeply on his cock. Lizzie moaned and pushed herself up so that her breasts were bouncing against his chest. Suddenly, she changed the tempo, moving from fast, short strokes to slower, longer, deeper ones. Howe moaned, his erection throbbing and now tingling as she brought him closer. The slower, longer thrusts were driving him mad. Lizzie let herself go as she felt her own orgasm coming. She pressed her clit against his thrusting cock and closed her eyes as she felt herself reaching the edge. She moaned deeply in her throat and let the waves of her climax wash over her. Suddenly, she was there and her head flew back, her eyes wide, and she slammed her pussy onto Howe's cock as hard and fast as she could, screaming and moaning passionately. It was too much for Howe to take. He grabbed her ass and thrust upward as fast as he could. He was panting and groaning her name and after about ten strokes, he gasped and she felt his cum shoot inside her, several huge bursts, and then many smaller ones. Howe moaned and panted, sighing her name over and over. Lizzie rolled off of him and smiled, kissing his cheek softly, "I hope the General's little soldier is happy," she whispered with a giggle, teasing it gently with her fingertip. "Hmm," Howe said thickly, "indeed." He caressed her rump and looked at her lustfully. Lizzie rose and padded out to the sitting room and retrieved several towels, some bath oil, and a bowl of water which were both warm due to their proximity to the still roaring fire. She sat the water on the bedside table and took one of the smaller towels, wet it, and cleaned herself. Howe looked at her drowsily, "Come to bed, Lizzie." "In a moment," she said, and used one of the damp warm towels to clean his shrinking cock. "Thank you," he said thickly as he cleaned his head and shaft. His eyes were half closed and his right hand absently caressed her thigh. Lizzie watched him begin to doze. As his eyes closed, one of her hands moved to her necklace and pushed open the clasp on one end of the crystal locket, so that it now dangled and swayed as she moved. Then, Lizzie reached for the warm, bath oil and poured some into her hand. Gently, she began to caress his now soft cock. After only a few seconds, she felt it begin to thicken and grow in her hand. She stopped just long enough to oil her other hand, and then resumed caressing his growing erection. Howe's eyes were still closed, but his breathing was quickening as his cock grew stiffer. Suddenly, Howe's eyes fluttered open and he gasped, "What are you . .? and then he saw what she was doing and gasped with pleasure. Lizzie's left hand was slowly stroking his shaft, which was now fully erect and shiny from the oil. Her right hand was gently squeezing and twisting the base of his shaft, making his cock feel swollen and full. He groaned and watched her hands move slowly as the candlelight lit shown off his throbbing member. Lizzie knew he was close to coming, but she wasn't ready, so she sat back and reached for the oil again. Howe's breath was ragged and his eyes were locked on her as she took the bath oil, arched her back and poured it over her chest and tits. Howe stared at Lizzie as she began to knead her breasts, rubbing the oil all over them until they glistened. She reached for her nipples and pulled and pinched them gently, her eyes locked on Howe's which were locked on her. His hand inadvertently went to his cock and began to stroke it. Lizzie took it and put it at his side and whispered softly, "Don't touch, just watch." She leaned over him so that her breasts hung and swayed and began to move back and forth, letting them brush his cock as she moved. As she did, she reached down and began to caress and lightly pull on Howe's scrotum. He groaned lustfully. Lizzie took the base of his cock in her other hand and begin to squeeze and stroke it gently. Howe's eyes were fixed on Lizzie's swaying breasts, and by default, on the crystal that now also swayed in front of her cleavage. His eyes were glassy now, fixed on the swaying mounds and he reached feebly for them again. Again, Lizzie took his hands and put them by his side, whispering, "You can touch them another time. Tonight, let me pleasure you." Howe nodded weakly and watched as Lizzie continued to sway before him. Now, she took both hands and ran them slowly down his cock, first one, and then the other, squeezing gently as she did. She never stopped swaying slowly, her tits and the crystal moving back and forth and back and forth. Howe's eyes were glazed and fixed on her tits. His cock felt bigger than he'd ever felt it and he thought it would explode. Lizzie seemed to read his thoughts and bent closer, framing her tits in her left arm, as her right hand moved more quickly up and down Howe's swollen member. Howe moaned something unintelligible as felt his orgasm coming and Lizzie felt his cock jerk once, and then his cock began to fire. Three long strands shot out onto Lizzie's heaving tits with the next three strokes of her hand. More followed, covering her tits and hand with Howe's cum. Howe bucked and moaned, the feeling more intense than he'd ever felt. Lizzie smiled, slowing the pace of her hand and finally, releasing him. His hand immediately replaced hers and he massaged his still erect cock. Lizzie's hands went to her breasts, as she began to rub Howe's cum into her skin. Howe smiled drowsily and Lizzie leaned over him again, letting her tits, and the crystal, begin to sway again. Howe's sleepy eyes followed, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes again quickly became glazed and unblinking. Lizzie whispered, "You're soo sleepy, William. You're eyes are so heavy." She continued to sway, his eyes still trying valiantly to follow her breasts, but his eyelids were drooping, almost fluttering as he fought to keep them open. "Don't fight it," Lizzie purred as she took off the necklace and let the crystal swing right in front of Howe's eyes, "Your eyes are so heavy, William. I'm going to count to five and when I do, you will sleep." Lizzie counted slowly to five, and when she reached five, Howe's eyes drooped closed and his head lolled to the side. Lizzie got up, cleaned herself, found a robe and returned to the bed. "William," she whispered, "Can you hear me?" "Yes", he mouthed softly. "Good," she cooed, "Now, I'm going to tell you some things that are very important that you need to remember, alright? Nod if you understand." Howe nodded and Lizzie continued, "William, it's very important, that you not attack the Patriot Army until spring. They're no danger and your army deserves to rest and wait for better weather. Do you understand." Howe mumbled, "They're no danger. We should wait until spring." "That's right," Lizzie cooed, "You must be firm William. The younger officers, and even London, may try to convince you to attack sooner, but you know better." "I know better," Howe breathed. "Yes," whispered Lizzie, " William, do you remember what we did tonight? Do you remember, how I sucked your cock? How I titty fucked you? How I got on top of you, and rode you, until you shot your load into me?" Howe breathed, "Yes," huskily, and his cock remarkably actually began to stiffen again. Lizzie smiled and began to stroke it gently, "William, do you remember how my breasts looked swaying in front of you? How, your cock felt as I oiled it up and stroked it? Do you remember how it felt and how it looked when you came over my tits? Do you remember how good that felt?" Howe whispered, "Yes." "Good," said Lizzie, "William, I want you to remember that feeling you had and and picture your cum shooting onto my soft tits, anytime you are asked to attack before spring. Will you do that?" Howe nodded. Lizzie smiled and concluded, "William, you won't remember this conversation. It never happened. You will only remember the sex we had in vivid detail. You will know that I am your woman, and I will pleasure you again and again unless you take your army out before spring. Now, William, I'm going to count to five and you will go back to sleep. When you awake, you will feel rested and virile, and you will think of the sex we had. Sweet dreams, now." Lizzie counted to five and listened to Howe's breathing become deep and regular. She got up and went into the sitting room to collect herself. It was going to be a long winter, and one that would require her to use her body frequently. She hugged her knees to her chest and fought back tears. She could do this, she had to do this, for her brother, who had been brutally killed by the British on Long Island, and for the Patriot Army. That army, camped only a few days from Philadelphia at Valley Forge, was sick, hungry, cold, and in no shape to fight. There was hope though. A new general had taken over as Quartermaster and there was supposedly a crazy, German now drilling the troops. None of that would matter if the British attacked now. Lizzie was determined to do what she could to prevent that. Lizzy, Queen of Blow Jobs Author's note: All characters are ficticious and all sexual acts described in this story occur between individuals over the age of 18. --------------------------- My name is Mark and I have a confession. I'm an attractive 35 year old man with a pretty wife and two great little kids. I have a good job, a nice house and what appears from the outside to be a perfectly normal life. But I have a secret...a hot, sexy, naughty, filthy little secret named Lizzy. Lizzy was 19 when this all started (actually she had just turned 20, but that didn't make me feel any better). She was the daughter of Tom, one of my two bosses and a guy that could ruin my life if he ever suspected that I had done anything with his gorgeous daughter. Were he privy to the depths of depravity that his baby girl and I had reached together, he might not stop at ruining my life, but might just end it instead. I had known Lizzy since I first joined the company a little over 4 years ago, but it wasn't until she started interning with us, during her first year of college, that I became fully aware of her flirty personality and her incredibly sexy figure. As a payment processor in our accounting department, she worked on the same floor as I did (and the same floor as her dad for that matter). That meant that I saw Lizzy every day, and I got to know her quite well, joking and laughing with her about college, her dad and other things. One of the things that I love about the place I work is that the women are all fairly young and they all dressed up. Tight skirts, tight shirts, nylons and high heels were all on the daily eye candy menu and Lizzy was no exception. The more time I spent around her, the more I noticed how sexual she was, from the way she shook her perfectly round ass when she walked to the way she smiled and twirled her hair while I talked to her at her cube. Lizzy started making a habit of coming down to my office near the end of the day to chat. We talked about lots of different things, she knew I was an English Literature major in college and she loved to read too. She also was really into sports and especially into the team at the local university where I went to school and where she planned to enroll during the fall. We also talked about her boyfriend, or I should say boyfriends because she seemed to have several. It seemed Lizzy was a bit of a bad girl, who liked to keep two or three guys on the hook. I knew early on that she was a sexy young girl who no doubt had legions horny young guys falling all over her, but it wasn't until I really got to know her that I started to suspect she was capable of being a naughty little slut. We were getting way too inappropriate in our end of the day chats. I knew I should put a stop to it, but I didn't want to. Lizzy exuded sexuality and things had become pretty frosty for me at home. Not only was she a nice little work distraction, but she had become the subject of masturbation fantasies and more often than I care to admit, I had horribly delicious thoughts of her perfectly firm young ass bouncing off my cock while I fucked my wife. Yes, it was that bad, and I knew I shouldn't be thinking those thoughts about her, but I couldn't stop. So I did what any red blooded male would do when faced with this situation...I justified my behavior and continued it. But I limited my flirting with her, was never really overt, and she was never all that she was actually into me. Sure I felt a little sexual tension between us, and I knew from the way she swung her foot and played with her hair while we talked that she was being flirty and liked my attention, but it was fairly harmless, and it would end there...or so I thought. Lizzy started school that fall and worked a lot less. She still made time to drop by my office several times a week and we still chatted. One night she told me about a frat party she went to and how she had gone down on two different guys she met that night. I was shocked. We had teased a little and made sexual jokes, but before then, she had never told me anything that explicit involving her. She sat back and smiled after she said it, waiting to guage my reaction. As I looked at her, I noticed that her nipples were hard and poking out of her tight blouse. I actually had been taking all of her in while she was talking, from her sexy, strappy shoes, up her long, curvy legs and right up to her perfectly perky tits. That's when I noticed her hard nipples, and it was just at the point she was telling me about her two blow-job evening. As I looked up at her face, I saw a knowing smile and a naughty sparkle in her eyes. "What are you thinking, mister," she said, flicking her hair behind her ear. "I'm thinking you're gonna be really popular in college," I said, laughing and trying to hide my raging erection that was starting to press against my tight suit pants. "Yeah, kinda like high school," she said with a wink. "What does that mean?" I said laughing. "Well, I won't say that I was the prom queen, but let's just say I was the self-proclaimed and undisputed queen of blow jobs," she laughed. "Um...Lizzy," I stammered, suddenly feeling myself turning red from embarrassment and being incredibly turned on at the same time, "I'm not sure we should be talking like this." Her smile turned into a bit of a smirk, and as it did, and before she said anything else, it became apparently to me that this little siren had me in her clutches and she knew it. "Okay, so I won't tell you about the time that my boyfriend fell asleep after prom, drunk off his ass, while I blew his best friend and his best friend, and two other guys who happened to walk in on us." "Lizzy, I shouldn't be hearing..." "Don't worry, Mark, we were all consenting adults. I mean, you're the lawyer, but you just gotta be 18 to be legal right?" "Well, yes" I said, "but still..." As I stuttered, I saw Lizzy look outside my door, then sit up a little in her chair quickly. "Hey daddy!" she said, as her dad Tom poked her head in the door. "There you are, sweetness," Tom said, smiling at her then looking at me. "You down here asking Mark about law school." "Yeah, daddy, but he keeps telling me I'd have to be crazy to go to law school," Lizzy said, smiling at him. "I told him I've been known to be crazy at times." When she said that she was looking squarely at me, and I knew I had to be breaking out in a sweat and was close to turning 50 shades of red. I'm sure it was seconds, but it felt like minutes that we sat there, letting that last comment hang. "Well, what do I have to do to get a dinner date with the prettiest girl in the office?" Tom said. "All you have to do is ask," Lizzy said, still looking at me. I hoped Tom didn't notice what seemed to be lust in her tone, but I did, and swallowed hard. "Well let's go then, shall we," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. "Mark, I'll see you at my party tomorrow night, right?" Damn, I had forgotten all about Tom's stupid work party. It was always boring and I always hated it. Every year I tried to no avail to come up with a good excuse not to make it. "Tom, I..." Lizzy interrupted before I could come up with something, "I get to come to your party this year, Daddy, I'm part of the office now AND even if I'm not legal...to drink." "I'll be there. What time does it start again?" "7:00," Tom said, "see you there. You ready Lizzy bear?" "Yep," she said and followed him out, "see you tomorrow Mark." I was so relieved they were gone. The whole time Tom had been there I could barely breathe. Lizzy was flirting with me, I had zero doubt. I only hoped that he didn't notice that, or that fact that a big part of me want to grab her and bend her over my desk and fuck her while he watched. What the hell was wrong with me?! I didn't know, but I knew one thing, I wanted her. My cock was still hard and the office was barren since it was friday. For the first time in my life, I masturbated in public, well kinda. I couldn't help it, that sexy little piece of ass had me so worked up that I couldn't stop rubbing my cock through my pants. Before I knew it, I had my cock out and was shooting a huge load of cum into my trash can. I couldn't believe what I had just done or the fact that I didn't even close my door. That was crazy, this whole thing was crazy. Little did I know how much crazier things would get. The next day all I did was think about Lizzy. The way she looked, the way she smelled, every little curve of her body, and every little thing I wanted to do to her. Even as I watched my attractive wife get dressed, sliding on her slip, then her hose, then her dress, my thoughts drifted to Lizzy, sliding those same items onto her sexy little body. I barely spoke to my wife on the way to Tom's, my thoughts entirely focused on his hot, young daughter. We arrived a little late and the driveway was full, so we had a bit of a walk, but I didn't notice. My cock was leading the way like a compass, straight towards the front door of my boss' home, the father of the girl I desperately wanted to ravage. When we got there, Tom's wife greeted us, smiling like the perfect hostess and welcoming us to her home. I had never noticed before how much she looked like Lizzy, and I wondered if she had a naughty streak like her daughter. She gave my wife and I a quick kiss on the cheek, taking our coats. I was so horny and her dirty little daughter had me so turned on that I had a quick thought about how naughty it would be to fuck Tom's wife and his daughter. If I was gonna go down, I might as well go down in flames, right? I made my way to the bar and grabbed my wife and I a drink then joined her on the couch, where most of the people I worked with were listening to Tom, guitar in tow, telling a story. Tom's propensity to drag out his guitar at his parties was the main reason people tried to avoid them. And yet it seemed we all ended up going, maybe because we knew he took mental notes of those who missed. I stayed for three songs, that's about all I could take before I went back for another beer. My wife had started talking to one of my co-worker's wives about our kids that were close to the same age. From the sound of it, those women could talk for hours. My mind was focused on Lizzy and I walked around the house, beer in tow, looking for trouble. I found her on the second floor, in the game room, hanging out with some younger people from the office and some cute young girls who I assumed were her friends because I had never seen them before. They were drinking and listening to music and playing pool and I'm pretty sure I even smelled the faintest odor of pot in the room. Much better than the party downstairs. When I walked in, Lizzy was lining up a shot on the pool table and one of the accountants from work was "helping" her, which meant he was standing behind her and feeling her up while she shot. She looked up at me, smiled, and then shot one of her balls into the corner pocket nearest me. "Nice shot," I said, "you're a pro." "I've just had lots of practice," she said standing up. When she did, my jaw alnost fell to the floor. She had on a white blouse that was very low cut and that didn't even attempt to hide her ample cleavage, a short plaid skirt, and fishnet hose wrapped in black boots that covered her calves. No wonder this young guy was draped all over her, she looked fucking hot. I was suddenly aware that not only was I visually devouring the bosses hot young daughter in front of other people I worked with, but also that I was, by far, the oldest person in the game room. Despite my male instinct and the urging of my ever hardening penis, I knew I needed to turn around and walk out of the room. "I was just looking for another restroom," I said, "the one downstairs was occupied." "There's more than one downstairs," Lizzy said, that familiar smirk returning to her face, "but Jill can show you where the one upstairs is." I didn't know Jill, but I assumed she was the tall strawberry blonde that Lizzy was now whispering to. She walked over passed me and out the door. I didn't necessarily want to leave, but there were worse people to follow, so I turned and walked out behind her. She had an incredible ass and a pair of nice, finely toned legs. Clearly I was a man in need of therapy or a good fucking from a hot young slut. "You know Lizzy talks about you a lot," Jill said, turning back as she led me down the hall, "she says she wants to go to law school and then come back to the company and be a company attorney just like you." "Oh really," I said, laughing. "Yeah, she talks about being under you a lot. She thinks you could teach her all kinds of things." What did she just say?! "Well, here's the bathroom," she said, "hope you have a good night." And with that, Jill walked away and I walked into the restroom, still wondering if I heard what I thought I did. I didn't need to pee, so instead I looked at myself in the mirror. Look at me, I'm an old guy, she's into guys her age. And besides, I have a beautiful wife. I had to get control of this. I was lecturing myself and so focused that I didn't even notice there was another door to the room, nor did I notice that it had been quietly opened. All I heard was the door close. I looked up in the mirror to see Lizzy standing behind me. She had unbuttoned her top, and I could see her bare midriff and the sides of her full breasts. My cock was an iron bar tearing at my pants, desperate to be free. "Lizzy, what are you..." "Don't talk Mark," she said, dropping to her knees and unbuttoning my fly, "we can talk later, but right now your wife and my dad are downstairs. We have to hurry." She said it so confidently, so expertly and before I knew it my cock was out of my pants and resting tightly in her soft, perfect hand. "I know you want this, I want it too," she said, pumping my shaft with her hand as she looked up at me, biting her lip, he eyes filled with lust. "Let me do this for you, you need me." My eyes locked with hers, a small part of them pleading for her to stop, but a more desperate, hungry part urging her forward. She looked down at my hard state, licked her lips, then lowered them to kiss the swollen head, her tongue darting out to taste my pre-cum. An "mmmmmmm" escaped her perfect lips before they slowly enveloped my throbbing cock. She removed her hand from my shaft and grabbed her shirt as her lips grabbed more and more of my rigid cock. They fell to the base as her shirt fell to the floor, revealing the perkiest set of natural tits I have ever laid eyes on. The sight of her hands squeezing them together along with the feeling of her lips squeezing me was almost enough to make me cum right there. But I was determined to hold off, at least momentarily. She continued expertly sucking my cock, tightly wrapping her lips on me and bobbing up and down before using her tongue to lick the underside of my shaft and all around my bulbous head. I pulled her long hair up into a pony tail and held it tight, helping her with her movements. "Fuck Lizzy, that feels incredible," I said, "don't you dare stop, dirty girl." She took her mouth off my cock just long enough to tell me that she wanted to taste my cum, pumping me with her tight little hand. She put her mouth back on my cock, her lips forming a perfect little vacuum as they slid over my ridge and locked on. She looked incredible, her mouth felt incredible, and all the building sexual tension between us had me ready to explode. I couldn't stop, it was too incredible, this hot little girl and her perfect mouth on my rock hard cock. My first burst of cum hit the back of her throat before I could even warn her. "Fuuuuuuuuck, oh fuck I'm cumming all in your hot little mouth, you naughty little slut," I said, holding her hair tight and pushing my cock deep in her mouth. She took all my cum and swallowed it like a pro, looking up at me smiling and licking her lips. "Fuck, that felt good," I said, "you're incredible." She stood up, buttoning her shirt before opening the door she came through. "Told ya I was the Queen of Blow Jobs," she smiled, "but if you think that's good, I can't wait till you fuck me." With that she walked out the door. Leaving me with a shocked look on my face and a spent cock hanging from my pants. I was in awe of what I had just experienced. Unquestionably the best cock sucker ever just happened to be the hot young daughter of my boss. It would be stupid for me to continue to play with fire, but as I walked out of that bathroom, I knew I wanted more of her. I just never expected for our next encounter to come so soon. To be continued... Lizzy Lizzy aced every quiz that week and as the final approached on Friday, she studied until the wee hours of the morning. Lizzy wanted nothing less than to ace the final and if she succeeded, she would ace the class as well. She had faithfully adopted Sarah's study methods until they were second nature to her. Although she never felt confident before a test, she was more than ready to take the final. Then it dawned on Lizzy that Friday might be the last day she would spend with Sarah. Every time she thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes. She tried banishing the thought from her mind but it persisted and lurked around the edges of her consciousness. Friday morning, Sarah smiled to herself when Lizzy arrived with a long face. It was the same face she used before every quiz and test. Sarah was known for giving a challenging honors math final and she was a little nervous for Lizzy. But, despite the long face, she was confident that Lizzy was prepared. Lizzy had achieved more in 6 weeks than most students did in an entire school year. Sarah corrected Lizzy's test paper with Lizzy following along using her teaching master. It was almost noon when she handed the paper back to Lizzy face down. Lizzy had that worried look on her face again. She turned the paper over and gasped, 95%, an "A." She exploded in triumph; hugging Sarah and not letting go. She kissed all over Sarah's face and said, "Thank you" a thousand times. Never in her wildest dreams did Lizzy think she would ace the course and she owed it all to Sarah. By giving Lizzy the tools to successfully meet the challenges in math and any curriculum for that matter, Sarah had tapped into something that lay dormant inside of her. Sarah beamed with absolute pride. "I knew you could do it." Sarah crowed. She had few students who worked with Lizzy's determination and enthusiasm. She was filled with gratitude that someone like her came along and made her job feel more worthwhile. She admired Lizzy. She put her trust in Sarah to guide her on a difficult journey and she accomplished her goal. Then, Sarah felt the horrible pangs of sadness and loss squeeze in her heart. Lizzy wasn't coming back on Monday or any day thereafter. Her welfare was Sarah's #1 priority. All she had to do was convince Lizzy. Suddenly, in her hour of victory, Lizzy realized that this was the last day of class and her time with Sarah at an end. Sarah saw Lizzy's expression change and knew what she was feeling. Lizzy's eyes were awash with tears and she wouldn't let go of Sarah. Sarah felt her heart breaking and held on to Lizzy. "I won't let you go" Lizzy wailed. Finally, they looked at each other and Sarah had to start lest Lizzy get any ideas about continuing their relationship. In serious and concise tones, she explained the pitfalls and hazards if they kept seeing each other. How it would not work as Sarah could easily lose her job in the event of a scandal. But most of all, Sarah wanted nothing less for Lizzy than to experience life to the fullest. Anything else would be cheating Lizzy out of the best years of her life. "But I love you." Lizzy sobbed over and over. "And, I love you." Sarah replied tearfully. "I'll always have your love in my heart" she said in a crying voice. Lizzy with a look of longing that made Sarah's heart pound, begged her to make love one last time. Sarah's body yearned for Lizzy and they spent hours in Sarah's bedroom quenching their lust. It was time for their final goodbye and Lizzy kissed Sarah passionately. "You're going places in life." Sarah soothingly said to Lizzy. "And I'm sad that I can't be there with you." Sarah put her hand over Lizzy's heart. "But, you can always keep me here." "I'll never forget you Sarah" Lizzy sobbed. "You changed my life." She sobbed as her chest heaved with sorrow. Even though her heart was breaking, Lizzy understood that Sarah unselfishly had Lizzy's best interest at heart. Now more than ever she wanted to go to college. Sarah had helped her open a locked door and she wanted to know what was on the other side. Lizzy hugged Sarah with all her might. She loved Sarah even more for having the courage and conviction to do what was best for her. Lizzy broke the embrace and as she turned to leave, blew Sarah a kiss. Sarah, with her heart in the depths of despair, watched the retreating figure until it was out of sight. In a lamentably sad voice and barely above a whisper, she said, "Goodbye my love." Sarah closed the door and slumped against the back weeping uncontrollably. She was grief stricken by her loss. Lizzy was her first true love and Sarah had to let her go. By far, it was the most difficult decision she ever made but she knew it was the right one. Trying to console herself, she remembered a famous quote. "It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all". They were empty words to Sarah Sarah thought a lot about Lizzy as the new school year progressed. She attended all the gymnastics meets but sat far away from the team bench so Lizzy wasn't distracted by her attendance. Lizzy always looked for Sarah and saw her in the stands. Sarah's presence alone made her try that much harder and she had her best year as a gymnast. Occasionally, they would see each other in the halls and smile. In January, Sarah was asked to write a letter of recommendation for Lizzy's application to State U. and when Lizzy brought the letter to Sarah, she closed her office door and they embraced for a long time with tears streaming down their cheeks. With commencement only a week away, Sarah was sitting in her office grading math finals with a disgusted look on her face as the scores were lower than she had expected. Bill Cramer popped his head in and asked if she had a few minutes. He told Sarah he just met with Lizzy and her parents for a conference. Lizzy was a student in his honors math class and aced the final. She was accepted to State U. and she was thinking about teaching high school mathematics. She wanted his input about her choice of careers. When he asked her why, she said that Sarah's summer school class had changed her entire perspective about math. Sarah had showed her how determination and hard work were the substitutes for failure. But, she was inspired most by Sarah's caring, compassion and dedication. Sarah was her essay topic for State U's application. She left a copy for him to read and he was moved to tears after he read it. Tears streamed down Sarah's cheeks and she looked away from Bill and out the window. "Can you imagine that, until senior year, math was her worst school subject" Bill wondered aloud. Then, he saw Sarah crying. She was really crying, almost sobbing. Bill knew Sarah's "hard ass" reputation with the students was ill deserved. He respected her more than any other teacher at school. Bill put his hand on Sarah's shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze and softly said, "After I read her essay, I was never more proud of my profession." Sarah was sobbing now. He went on. "What Lizzy wrote about in her essay explains why we are teachers and why we struggle to get kids not only to learn but to love learning." Bill gave her shoulder another light squeeze and left a copy of Lizzy's essay on her desk as he left. Sarah sat looking at Lizzy's essay, unable to read even the first line without crying. Finally, she stuffed it in her briefcase and read it at home. Nothing in a long, long time had filled her heart to bursting with joy and emotion. She shed buckets of tears as she read the essay over and over. In her essay, Lizzy named Sarah as her most inspirational teacher and how Sarah had opened a whole new world to Lizzy. A world she thought was beyond her grasp and how Sarah's unwavering dedication and compassion had guided her. How, without Sarah, she might have trod a different path, a path with not so bright a future. At commencement, Sarah sat with her colleagues in the section reserved for teachers. She heard Lizzy's name announced and watched thru a hot blur of tears as Lizzy accepted her diploma. As she wiped her tear streaked eyes, Sarah remembered an inspirational quote from her college days. It was written on her "Theories of Education" classroom blackboard by Professor Conwell, who had the reputation as the toughest instructor in the Education Department. He told everyone to write it down and memorize it. And, whenever they felt like quitting or giving up, to go back and read the quote. "...accept the challenges, so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory..." Professor Conwell asked the class if they knew anything about the author. Several students knew by way of a movie based on his life in the military. Sarah wrote down the authors name at the end of the quote, General George S. Patton Jr. Professor Conwell told the class that if they remembered nothing else about his course, except this one quotation, he would be satisfied. "They are powerful words." Sarah remembered him saying several times. Professor Conwell had inspired Sarah and a few days before graduation she went to thank him. Professor Conwell, a diminutive man in his early 70's, told Sarah he had served under Patton in WWII and that most of the men under Patton's command were afraid of him. But, Patton had the ability to inspire and motivate his troops to accomplish more than they thought was possible. She remembered that he looked straight into her eyes and said, "That's what every teacher must strive to do." "Never compromise your integrity or lower your standards." "Expect the best from your students and some of them will rise and accept the challenges." Sarah doubted that she would ever forget what Professor Conwell said that day. She had modeled her career on those words and he was right. Sometimes a student did rise to accept the challenges and Lizzy was proof positive. With commencement over, Sarah was walking across the stadium field toward the parking lot. She looked up and saw someone walking towards her. It was Lizzy! They hugged each other, not wanting to let go. With teary eyes, Lizzy gazed at Sarah and whispered the words, "Thank You." "Thank you for everything." Lizzy put her head on Sarah's shoulder for the last time and in a voice cracking with emotion said, "I'll never forget you Sarah." Lizzy broke the embrace and as she was turning to leave, blew Sarah a kiss. She watched as Lizzy ran towards her friends in her happy go lucky way, smiling and laughing. Sarah's heart was filled with joy but also sadness as Lizzy's silhouette grew smaller and smaller. Sarah thought Shakespeare said it best; "Alas, for parting is such sweet sorrow." Then, Sarah heard her name and was snapped out of her reverie. "Mrs. Jamison!" "Mrs. Jamison!" she turned and looked at a pretty face. "Mrs. Jamison, I'm Kendra Jackson." "I'm in your summer school math class and..." Lizzy's Descent into Diapers Pt. 01 Lizzy was on her way out to a party. She'd just started at university and was 18. She lived in California and although her friends seemed to get drunk every weekend, she had never really liked the taste of alcohol very much. She also had another reason for not drinking but that was a secret. Lizzy's face was serious looking and a bit wistful, her eyes peeping out from black framed glasses. She had a pretty body, still with the slight chubbiness of a teenager and plump, pretty breasts showing beneath her top. She was wearing a black top and blue jeans and underneath was her favorite undergarments, a matching pair of lacy briefs and a lacy bra, both in black with pink edging. When she got to the party, quite a few people were already drunk. There seemed to be a lot of people who shouldn't have been drinking but no one at college seemed to care about that. She felt a bit cut off from the stupidity of the other students. She shouldn't have minded but she was envious of the way that they seemed so happy, so carefree, and so careless as well. She sat in the corner and watched everyone, and she was about to head back to her dorm when someone came over. He was dark haired, unlike Lizzy's fair hair, but his blue-grey eyes were the exact same shade as hers. Unlike Lizzy he wasn't a freshman - he looked about 35 and far too old for her, but that didn't seem to stop his eyes from boring into Lucy as he looked at her. He may have looked intensely into her eyes, but his face was smiling as he joked about what a bunch of drunk kids the rest of the group were. He looked to be at least 6 foot, towering over Lizzy's five foot nothing, but he soon sat down next to her and smiled into her eyes. Zac, as he introduced himself, was studying for a master's degree after working for more than ten years. He'd made enough money to take some time off work and had just started at the university. He soon offered to get Lizzy a drink. "I don't really drink alcohol, I don't like the taste," she told him. "Don't worry, I've got the perfect drink for you," he replied, and then walked off. Returning soon with a big glass of some purple fizzy drink, he sat down again and said, "Drink this". She tasted it. It tasted of plums and spice and was very sweet and quite delicious. It didn't taste very alcoholic, but there was a slight taste of alcohol just at the back of the mouth. She found herself drinking it down, thirstier than she had realized. Zac chatted away to her, and she realized that he was actually quite attractive even though he was so much older. His eyes seemed to hold hers and not let them go, and when he wanted to make a point, he'd put his hand on her arm or thigh, or the shoulder, and give it a gentle squeeze. His hands felt strong, and his forearms were muscled too. Lizzy was normally not very talkative, but when he said "Tell me about your childhood" she found herself telling him far more than she had ever told anyone before. Lizzy had always had fantasies about stronger more dominant men and there was something about the way Zac took charge of the situation reminded her of the stories she had read late at night on her laptop. Soon he got her another drink and then another. She needed the bathroom but she didn't feel she could break the connection as they talked. She was thinking of going to the bathroom when he said: "Come on, its a nice evening and I'm going to take you for a walk." She was a bit taken aback - it seemed a bit bossy, but he smiled at her, took her hand and stood up and she found herself standing up and walking out the door with him. Her head span a little. Maybe that drink was stronger than she realized. She saw the bathroom sign and started to head for it, but his hand still had hers. She started to say - "I'm just going to the bathroom" - when he pulled on her hand and grabbed her. He pulled her round and bent down and kissed her hard. The room was quite dark, but she still blushed and thought to herself everyone must be watching. But then the kiss and the alcohol and his strong arms holding her and the intensity of his eyes suddenly worked on her and she felt herself melt into the kiss. Just as she was starting to really feel it, he broke off and pulled her outside. It was a warm late September evening and soon they were in a dark park on the university campus. There was a big oak tree and Zac pushed Lizzy up against it and started to kiss her again. As he kissed her, he started to explore her breasts with his hand, stroking and soon finding her left nipple that was poking through the lacy bra, tight and sensitive. His body pushed up against her tummy, squashing her against the tree. Her head span as the kissing and stroking started to make her wet. She liked the way Zac had taken charge and she started to imagine what he would be like in bed, her body tingling as she got more turned on. Lizzy suddenly realized that her bladder was getting painful. She had drunk far too much of that purple stuff and it seemed to have gone straight through her. The other reason that Lizzy didn't drink alcohol was she was afraid of her bladder. Until she was 14 she'd regularly wet the bed and one time when she was 16 she'd even had an accident walking home in the dark when she just couldn't hold it any longer. Her last accident hadn't been for nearly a year, but she had always worried if alcohol would cause problems. She started to try to break off the kiss to tell Zac she needed to pee, but he pushed his tongue deeper into her mouth, and squeezed her nipple harder. It sent a shiver through her as her body responded to the forceful treatment, making her pussy tingle, almost as if there was a wire from her nipple directly to her clit, the forceful pressure on her tight nub sending messages to her pussy, making her moan and shiver. Zac seemed to notice the way she reacted, and he squeezed her nipple even harder, almost painfully. He also grabbed her by the back of the neck and held her tight as he kissed her. His hand felt hard and strong, and his muscular body pushed harder against her plump tummy increasing the pressure against her bladder. Lizzy didn't know what was happening. Her whole body tingled with pleasure as she finally had met someone who was treating her as she had dreamt of, forcing her, taking charge, mixing pain and pleasure. She felt herself yielding to Zac's forceful ways, wanting to submit. At the same time she was desperately trying to resist the pressure on her bladder. Her clit was tingling and swollen and she knew she was wet inside - there was a heavy intense feeling as her cunt ached with pleasure. She couldn't stop imagining Zac pushing inside her and taking her, sliding his cock into her. He would be her first if he did. He stopped kissing her and instead started biting the side of her neck. She had never realized how sensitive that part of her body was. She felt her knees go weak as his teeth nibbled the back of her neck and ears. She tried to tell him to stop, to say she needed to go find a bathroom, but as soon as she started to say a word, he stopped biting her, he looked into her eyes and said: "Stop: don't say a word". He put his finger against her mouth and she looked imploringly into his eyes, but he just smiled and went back to biting and kissing her neck. Somehow she wanted to say something, but his order to keep quiet was working on her. The incredible feelings that he was creating inside her, from his hands - rough on her breasts, his mouth - biting her neck, the pressure of his torso pushed up against hers - it was melting her, making her lose herself, give up to the pleasure she was feeling. But she had to hold it in. She couldn't embarrass herself here and now. She tried to squeeze her legs together to hold it, but just then he forced his thigh in between them, hard. At the same time his mouth went over hers and he bit her lower lip, catching it between his teeth, not hard enough to draw blood but nearly. Her leg muscles couldn't resist him and her legs came apart, his thigh forcing up against her, opening her up. Suddenly Lizzy could hold it no more. Her bladder muscles lost control and she felt herself start to pee, the hot fluid soaking into her jeans, flooding through them. Lizzy was in turmoil. She was so embarrassed but at the same time the release of the pain in her bladder felt amazing. It combined with the heaviness and tingling in her cunt and she almost came with pleasure as the hot piss emptied out of her bladder. She tried to move, to get off of Zac's thigh, but she was trapped, immobile, stuck between his body and the tree, his thigh holding her tight, her lip painfully caught in his teeth. It just kept pouring out of her bladder, the warmth of the liquid soaking her jeans completely, and her cheeks hot with the red flush of embarrassment. Zac must surely have noticed. His leg must be soaked. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and kissed her hard, penetrating her mouth, invading her, his hands still holding her neck and her breast. She almost collapsed except his body held her up. But then he suddenly pushed away from her, letting up the pressure on her body as he stepped back two steps. Although it was dark, the dark stain on her jeans was clearly visible. He just looked at her, still smiling, his eyes gleaming. The last of her pee dripped out into her jeans as her bladder finally emptied. "Did you piss yourself? You dirty little baby," he said, not taking his eyes off her. She felt like crying, the tears welling up in her eyes. The shame and embarrassment was so much. "I'll have to clean you up," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of steel to it. "But first I need to do something," he added, and then stopped talking. He stepped closer and with one hand he grabbed her hair at the back of her neck. With the other he unbuttoned her tight jeans and pulled down the zip. Zac didn't pull them off, but he forced his hand into the gap, pushing his fingers into Lizzy's soaked panties. His fingers slid into her. Inside she was still soaked with juice and against her the wet, warm soaked jeans and panties were hot with her piss. Zac's finger slid over her clit and into her cunt, opening her lips and sliding in. The feeling was exquisite and more than she could take. She didn't understand why Zac wasn't disgusted with her, but the relief that he didn't seem to mind, combined with the pressure of his fingers on her clit and inside her virgin cunt was incredible. She felt so small, so helpless, and so incredibly hot. She came instantly. The feeling burst from her cunt, and her knees went weak. She slid slowly down the tree, Zac bending down as she collapsed, keeping his fingers buried in her pussy, keeping the pressure on her clit as she cried out, unable to stop herself. He kept rubbing even as she came and the feeling was almost too much to bear. It was so much stronger than any of the times she rubbed herself in bed. He stayed there, his fingers inside her as she spasmed around them, her cries fading to moans, as her whole body seemed taken up in the orgasm. Her legs were now splayed out in front of her, and her wet bottom was on the grass at the base of the tree. She slowly gained her breath back and eventually she felt Zac pulling his fingers out of her. "Suck them clean," he ordered, pushing his fingers up in front of Lizzy's face. She could smell her piss and juice both sharp and lush in the air. Her body was still panting and her mind awash with the pleasure she'd just felt. His voice was pleasant but firm and she knew this was an order. She felt herself so ready to submit, so utterly ready to do his bidding at this, her weakest moment. She couldn't resist the order and she bent her head forward, taking his fingers into her mouth and eagerly sucking the combined juices off of them. Her hand moved up and took his by the wrist and then she took each finger into her mouth one by one, sucking them clean and then licking his palm clean. He was squatting down in front of her while she did this, but then he stood up and reached down a hand to pull her up. "Come on, slut," he said, "I'm taking you back to my place to clean you up. Then I'm going to spank you for wetting my trousers." His words were harsh but the way he looked at her was both lustful and yet somehow even caring. She smiled as she looked up into his eyes and said "Yes Sir". ========================= Lizzy's Descent into Diapers Pt. 02 Lizzy looked around Zac's flat as she stood just by the door. The flat was large, modern, with white walls and dark furniture. It didn't look like student accommodation. Zac had told her to stand there and not move and she was now nervous as a small, frightened deer. The pee in her jeans was now cold but it was still really obviously darker where the material was wet. She had come along with Zac in the afterglow of her orgasm, but now here she was in a strange man's flat and he seemed to expect her to do exactly as he said. He had taken her to his car, not far from where her accident had been. He pulled a towel from the back seat and put it over the leather passenger seat and ordered her to sit down. On the way to his flat he had stopped at Target and been gone 5 minutes, returning with a big shopping bag. She had nearly left the car, but it was a long way from her dorm and he had told her to stay still. He walked back into the room and smiled at her. Now she could see him in the well lit room she could see it was a good looking face and the smile helped re-assure her. He couldn't be a madman with that smile, could he? He walked over to her and put his finger under her chin, lifting it slightly. "I need to get you out of those wet things," he said, "so just stand still while I sort you out." He started to pull her top off over her head. She resisted without thinking, shy about exposing her slightly chubby tummy and her bra. Before she knew it he had grabbed her ponytail in his hand, turned her around roughly and pushed her up against the door. His hand came down on her ass hard, spanking her twice on each cheek through the wet jeans. Lizzy yelped in pain and she felt tears come to her eyes, pricking them and making her blink. "Don't be a bad baby." Zac said, forcefully. "Now let's try again". He let go of her hair and taking her by the shoulder turned her back to face the room. Then he once again tried to take off her blouse. This time she submitted and let him, but covered up her breasts and tummy with her arms as the top came off. He ignored this, kneeling down in front of her where he first took off her shoes and then unzipped her wet jeans. Lizzy blushed furiously as he pulled her jeans off over her slightly bulging ass and down to her ankles. She could smell her piss in the jeans and she knew it must be stronger where Zac was, and no man had ever seen her in her panties before. He stood up again, leaving her with her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips and her bra, but nothing else, unless you counted the soaked jeans bunched around her ankles. "Step out of those dirty, soaked wet jeans and come this way, baby," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the door he'd gone into before. The way he said baby didn't sound like guys on TV called their girlfriends "baby". It had a different sound; more like a parent would talk to their child, and it made Lizzy feel all small and tingly inside. She had to stop covering her tummy to take his hand and she blushed even more, especially as his eyes scanned her body hungrily. She kept the other arm trying to cover up her bra and breasts but even she could see that her plump mounds were showing over the top of her arm. She did as he said and walked over with him. When they got to the room she could see that he had laid out a large towel on an enormous bed that was the centerpiece of the master bedroom. Beside the towel was laid out a set of wet wipes, a bottle of talcum powder, and an opened pack of diapers. Lizzy stammered a plea. She was trying so say "No", but she was so shocked she didn't know what to say and all that came from her mouth was a set of incoherent noises. Her mind was filled with conflicting thoughts: first of all the embarrassment of this. All her worries about her accidents coalesced into a burning shame as this strange man had set out diapers for her. But another part of her was fascinated, and melted at the thought of this man taking charge of her like this. Her skin came out in goose bumps and she felt her nipples tighten under her arm. Her scalp tingled just as it used to when she was little and her mother stroked and brushed her hair. Her cheeks were on fire, burning bright as she blushed completely red. Zac looked at her with a cool, calm, determined look, his eyes holding hers and it felt as if he could read everything in her mind. His level stare made her feel even smaller, younger, and more helpless. "I'm sorry to do this to you, baby, but I have to spank you now. Baby can't pee pee into her jeans. Baby was a dirty little girl." Zac said, as he pulled her towards the bed. The bed had high, dark wooden bed-ends and the foot end of it was just under waist height. Lizzy noticed a pillow was bent over it and Zac led her to it. He turned her to face the pillow and the bed and then he once again grabbed her ponytail and used it to force her to bend over the bed end and the pillow. "No, please no, I'll be good." Lizzy found herself saying, but Zac ignored it, bending her further over. Being only short, the pillow pushed up into her midriff and she found herself standing on tiptoes, her weight now balanced over the bed-end, her head lower down on the mattress. It meant her bottom was thrust in the air, her round ass cheeks tight still in the wet cotton panties that she had peed into just 10 minutes before. Suddenly Zac's hand came down and spanked her left ass cheek, then her right in two fast, hard spanks against her helpless bottom. Her thin panties provided no protection, but even if they had, she felt Zac's hand yanking them down around her thighs, exposing her ass cheeks and the cleft that lay between them. Lizzy had never shaved there and she knew her pussy was covered in fine, downy blonde hairs and she also knew, quite clearly that she was wet down there. Again, Zac's hand spanked her, this time twice on each cheek, and she found herself yelling out in pain as the sharp sensation burnt in her sensitive young skin. "Just another six, baby," she heard him say, his voice huskier and deeper. "P-Please no," Lizzy begged, helpless in front of him, exposed and red, her ass now as red as her young cheeks and her pussy exposed by the terrible position he had put her into. She felt open and helpless, unable to move as his spare hand was pushing down on the small of her back. "One," she heard him say and then suddenly she felt his hand spank her hard. The pain was building in her ass as each spank hit onto the sore tender skin of the previous spanks. He paused, and she could only think about the next spank and she knew it would be on the other cheek. Her bottom tingled with pain, but her pussy and clit burnt with a feeling like she had never felt before, as if all of her body was centred on this one part and all of her was focussed on her cunt. It was a feeling unlike anything she had experienced in all her 18 years. "Two." Smack. Pause. "Three." Smack. If anything this was harder. Lizzy moaned with pain. Or was it pleasure. Her body heaved as she breathed deeply and her pussy felt wide open, her ass pushed high into the air by the bed and the pillow. "Four." Smack. She couldn't take any more. Her bottom burned with pain. Then suddenly she felt his fingers sliding over her sore ass and delving between her cheeks. They slid into her, opening her up and sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Then he ran his finger over her clit and it was even more intense. He carried on rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers gently into her soaked cunt, and she vaguely heard his voice, although the pleasure was so much she could hardly concentrate. "My little baby is soaked with juice. She obviously needs spanking, needs to be treated like a little dirty whore. And this baby needs to wear diapers because she pisses everywhere." Lizzy's face glowed red with embarrassment as she heard these words, and she tried to speak out, to deny them, but inside she knew the truth of them. Her whole body twitched as he fingered her. She had only ever played with herself and no-one else had touched her like this before and it was more intense than she could imagine. Her clit seemed to throb under his touch and it felt more swollen than it ever had. Although her ass burned with the pain of being spanked hard, it seemed to have enhanced the pleasure of his fingers roughly fucking her cunt, and the feeling of being in his control, the tingling feeling throughout her body was amazing. It was like it was intensifying every other feeling. She started to moan more, her breath coming heavily. She could feel herself about to come. What sort of girl was she: that was turned on so much by being bent over and spanked and fingered by a strange man? He was so much older than her too. Her mind was whirling but her body showed no insecurity, no uncertainty. Her hips were moving as much as the position allowed, trying to deepen his fingers into her, riding in time with his finger fucking. Her legs had moved apart wider, opening herself up. Her nipples were tight and erect. Her breathing was deep and hoarse and verging on moans as her body moved closer and closer to orgasm. Then to her dismay, he pulled his fingers out of her. Before she could realize what was happening, she suddenly felt a sharp pain ring out on her already sore cheeks. Smack. "Five". Smack. "Six". The pain was intense, and then his fingers pushed back inside her and suddenly she was coming, her orgasm exploding around him, her cunt clenching onto his fingers as she came. She had never felt an orgasm like it. Was it the pain of the spanking? Was it the fact that it followed so soon after her last shameful fingering? Was it the way he was controlling her? Lizzy was too far gone to even wonder about this now, but those thoughts were to puzzle her later when she looked back on this moment. For the time being, she moaned loudly, almost yelling, and collapsed even further as the pleasure coursed through her limp, soft, plump young body. Before she'd fully recovered, Lizzy found herself lying on her back on the bed. The towel was under her bottom, as was the unfolded diaper. She was still breathless, and her body was limp and she was just doing as she was told: Zac had ordered her to lie down and then to lift her bottom up so he could slide the diaper under her. She then felt him gently wiping her clean with the wet wipes. Her whole body convulsed as he ran the wet wipe over her clit, which was super-sensitive after the previous rubbing and orgasm. He wiped her thoroughly all over and then she felt the cool sensation as he dusted her cunt with talcum powder. She looked up at him, blushing. He had stopped and was standing back, looking at her. She suddenly realized how naked she was, only her bra remained on, and her legs were apart and this man was standing in front of her, looking directly at her swollen cunt and clit. He had just washed and talc'ed her, and Lizzy felt so small, so helpless. She blushed bright red and then pulled her legs together, trying to cover herself. Zac's gaze moved up from her pussy to her face and he just smiled. His confident look seemed to say to Lizzy that he didn't mind what she did - he was in control no matter what. Then he stepped back towards her, and looking her right in the eye said: "I can't finish off that diaper unless you open your legs." "I-I'm sorry," Lizzy stammered and blushed and then she slowly opened them once again. He bent over and quickly pulled together the front of the diaper, enclosing her bottom and pussy in the soft cotton-like material, and then did up the elastic flaps at the front. Then he reached out to her hand and pulled her up to sitting on the bed, and then standing in front of him. She realized then that he was still dressed and she was almost naked, just a bra and, of all things, a diaper. And he was so much taller than her, so much stronger, so much in control of her. He grabbed her and bent down to kiss her, and as he explored her mouth, his hands undid her bra. He stopped kissing her long enough to remove it and then he kissed her even harder as her soft, pillow-ey breasts pushed into his chest. "Get into bed, baby. I need to go get changed, I'll be back in 5 minutes," Zac ordered, and then he suddenly left her. Lizzy found herself obeying, and she climbed into the bed, getting under the covers and laying her head down on the pillow. She tried to clear her head as she lay there, but all she could think about was the pleasure and Zac's dominance of her. She knew that she wouldn't be able to resist if or when he came back to fuck her. She knew that she couldn't help obeying him, no matter how strange it was that he had put her into diapers and she was lying in his bed. Her mind seemed to be in a whorl of thoughts, but the comedown from the orgasms was also affecting her and suddenly she felt so sleepy. She thought she would just close her eyes and then - before she knew it - she was dropping off and fast asleep in this strange man's bed. Lizzy's Descent into Diapers Pt. 03 Lizzy woke up not knowing where she was. It was dark and she was in a soft big bed. Then she realized there was a man in bed next to her, touching her. His thigh was up against her bottom. She kept very still, not wanting to wake him. The details of how she got here flooded back into her head. How she had wet herself in the park and then been fingered to an orgasm. How she had been spanked and fingered to another orgasm. And how she had been forced into a diaper by ... oh God, Zac. That was his name. She realized she was still in the diaper and nothing else, her soft big breasts naked under the duvet. She lay there thinking about what had happened and she knew her pussy was getting wet again: she felt it tingling as she remembered how Zac had controlled her, how he had spanked her. How the pain had seemed to intensify the orgasm she had. After a while she realized that she needed to pee. She very slowly moved, trying not to wake Zac, but as soon as she inched away from him a couple of inches, his hand reached out and grabbed her by the upper arm. He seemed to be naked apart from a tight pair of black boxers, his muscles visible in the dark. "Don't go anywhere baby," his low voice whispered in the dark. "O-Oh. I didn't know you were awake," Lizzy replied. "I was just keeping an eye on you." Then he leant over and kissed her, deeply. The kiss was intense and she felt that there was no hesitation in it. He seemed to treat it as if he had the complete right to kiss her and she was expected to accept it. She did accept it and she felt herself getting wet even more as his tongue pushed inside her mouth and she opened her lips to let it. The way he kissed her - with no doubt that her mouth would open to him - made her suddenly imagine him fucking her. She knew then that he wouldn't ask... he would just take her when he wanted to, slide into her and be the one to take her virginity. He stopped kissing her, and resting up on one arm he looked into her face. There was hardly any light in the room and she couldn't see the expression on his face, only a dark gleam from his eyes, but from the posture she knew he was examining her. His eyes moved down and she could feel his glance on her breasts. Her plump breasts were soft from sleep. She blushed as she felt his gaze on her nipples, and almost as if he was willing them to, they started to harden. She moved her arm over to cover them up, but even in the dim light she could see the look on his face as she did this and she knew without him saying a word that he would punish her if she did it. Her arm moved back and she blushed even more as she felt him examining her tight nipples and watching them grow. They seemed to grow as tight as they ever had been, and she felt an ache in each of her tight buds. If she'd been alone she would have squeezed them, but she just lay there, feeling the ache and how it seemed connected to her clit, which was now swelling, and her heavy bladder, which seemed so full. He reached over and he took her nipple between his finger and thumb. He squeezed it hard. "Owww", moaned Lizzy. "Shhh, just accept it. Its only a little pain," said Zac, his eyes fixed on hers, somehow she knew he was looking into her eyes despite the dim light. He squeezed harder, the pain intensified but at the same time it sent a surge of feeling down into her core, making her whole body tingle, and flooding juice into her pussy. She gasped in pain and pleasure and she felt her body arch as the feelings coursed through her. "I-I need to go p-p-pee", she stammered, as the intense feelings in her pussy made her realize how tight her bladder was. "You don't need to go anywhere, baby. Just let go now," he said, still holding her nipple tight, his other hand now running into the hair at the back of her neck. "Do it. Let it out," he whispered. "I-I can't. I'm not a b-baby anymore," she replied, but something in the way he was treating her made her feel exactly like a baby - small, helpless, completely in his control. "You aren't going anywhere," he said, his voice steely and stern, and his hand intertwined tighter into her hair, his other fingers also tightening on her nipple, increasing the pain. Lizzy didn't know what was happening to her. Her nipple was being tortured and her bladder was so painful, but at the same time she felt wonderful, alight with arousal, her body tingling with pleasure, her mind glowing, and this amazing feeling of acceptance, of submission to Zac filling her up. Her clitoris was aching with pleasure - feeling like it was being pulled on a wire directly from the nipple, which Zac was punishing. The diaper on her felt so soft and warm and she knew her wetness and juices must be soaking into the material because she felt so wet. "You want to. You need to. Just let it go," she heard him whisper, his voice so close in the nighttime dark, his words so powerful to Lizzy's fevered mind. The pressure in her bladder was so much. He leaned over and using the hand behind her neck to pull her closer, he kissed her deeply. Her body seemed to give way to him, to melt under his kiss, the pleasure of his tongue pushing into her matched by the pain and pleasure of her nipple. She felt it. She knew it was happening. Her bladder couldn't hold any more and her body couldn't help but submit to him. I was almost as if she had no control over herself and she had given it all up to Zac. An amazing warmth filled her diaper as she let the hot pee flood out of her. Her pussy felt so wonderful, the tingling of her clit and cunt mixing with the pleasure of release, the hot liquid flooding out into the soft diaper, creating a hot wet feeling between her legs. Zac could tell what was happening and it obviously had an effect on him. His pressure on her neck and nipple intensified even more and his tongue pushed in as deep as he could, almost fucking her mouth with it. He was desperate to enter her. He let go of her neck and his free hand pushed in between her legs, pushing the hot wet diaper into her cunt. She was still peeing into it when she felt his hand forced into the front of the diaper and she felt his finger slide into her, the pee and her juice lubricating them as he forced his finger between her virgin lips and into her pussy. It was too much for Lizzy. She found herself cumming instantly - the pressure on her nipple, the finger on her clit as it slid inside her, the release of her bladder, his tongue invading her mouth - all coming together to set her body on fire. She arched and moaned as the intensity of her orgasm filled her body and her mind. It seemed that Zac knew exactly how to make her body explode with pleasure and this orgasm was more intense than the ones that had preceded it. She couldn't tell if her pee had stopped or whether she was continuing to piss over his fingers into the diaper as the strength of her ecstasy filled her entire being. He slowly stopped the attack on her little plump body - his assault on her nipple, her clit and her mouth all coming to a more gentle end. She lay back panting, the wet diaper heavy around her waist, her nipples tight, and her body spasming. She was aware that Zac was removing his boxers next to her, but she was too buzzed to really think about it. Then she felt his hand grab the back of her head again. She looked down to his cock and he was stroking it with his other hand. It looked so big and hard, even in the unlit room, and she could see his thigh muscles were tight and hard like his cock. His balls looked full too, as if the evening's play had caused them to swell and fill. He was moaning gently, panting as he stroked his thick fat cock, his fingers not closing around its width. With his other hand he was pulling Lizzy's face closer and closer to it. "I'm going to cum soon," he whispered, his voice no longer quite as cool and calm as it had been before, "and you are going to swallow it all, little baby." "W-what?" Lizzy gasped, her mind awhirl. "You heard me, baby. I'm going to make you drink every last drop." "N-no, I can't," gasped Lizzy, her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock. She'd never even touched a man's cock before and now it was just inches from her mouth and so big and hard, his hand tight around it, still stroking it up and down. He didn't give her the choice. He sped up the stroke, getting faster and faster, his other hand inexorably pushing her head and her mouth closer to the tip, and then suddenly he stopped stroking his cock and he pushed it into her soft mouth, filling it with the hot throbbing head of his cock. She had a second to think about how it felt in her mouth before he suddenly erupted into her open mouth, the cum boiling out of his cock-head, spurting into her mouth, almost choking her. His balls must have been really full, as there seemed to be no end to the thick hot threads of sperm that he was pumping into Lizzy's mouth. Lizzy sucked and swallowed, knowing that was his desire, and also finding that this intimate act was turning her on once more, that she enjoyed feeling his juice emptying into her mouth, the salty taste of it as she gulped it down, the thought of it inside her chubby tummy. He slowly stopped spurting as she sucked the last of his cum from the tip. He hadn't pushed it in more than an inch into her open mouth but even so it had completely filled her. He carefully pulled it out of her mouth, too sensitive to leave it there any longer, and then he whispered: "Good girl". Lizzy's First Time Lizzy's hands wrung together as she stood there. The skin on her hands was beginning to turn red at the contact. Despite the motion of her hands, one could easily see them shaking slightly. Her nails were painted a soft green color that accented her outfit of the evening. If one was to look at her from a distance they would see a young woman standing alone at the end of Rock Raven Bridge. Her clothes could be seen blowing gently in the wind, joining her already wind swept hair. She had chosen a simple outfit, simple but beautiful. Earlier she spent almost an hour going through her closet and throwing undesired clothing onto a large pile on the floor. A smaller pile had formed on her bed of possible choices at the same time. Eventually, after quite a bit of lip biting and pondering looks, she had selected a simple brown skirt. The material waved out from her hips, stopping at a point just below her knees. To accompany her skirt she had picked a light green blouse. The neck line was modest and it scrunched on the side, falling just a bit below the waste of the skirt. Lizzy was never much for jewelry, but tonight was special so she had adorned a dark woven bracelet and a multi layered necklace made of up tans browns and blacks. She applied her make-up slowly as she was hindered by her already shaking hands. Finally she finished, turning to look at herself in the mirror on the back of her door. She frowned at her reflection and it returned the look, of course. She saw herself as a plain girl. She didn't see her beautiful eyes -- the ones that always reflected what she was feeling. She looked right past the soft lips that most men lusted after. Instead of beautiful soft hair that begged to have fingers running through it, she saw a head covered by flat and boring locks. Nor did she see the beautiful skin that ached for kisses to be scattered across it. She wasn't pleased with her reflection, and with one final scrunch of her nose she looked away. She finished the final steps of getting ready by slipping on a pair of brown leather flats and spritzing herself with several sprays of her musky perfume. Grabbing her purse, she headed out the door and began walking towards the bridge where she can be seen now. He was watching her. Lizzy could feel his eyes on her and this made her even more nervous. Even though they had never met, she could sense him, could almost taste every part of his being in the air. She scuffed her feet on the ground somewhat, trying to distract herself from her own thoughts. She backed up, pressing herself against the railing of the bridge. Her body was half immersed in the dark night now. She stopped wringing her hands to pull her phone out of purse and check the time. 5:57, it read. He had advised her to meet him there at six. She glanced down towards the end of the bridge, but it was empty. There was nothing but the aged architecture. She felt the cold, uneven edges of the stones pressing against her back as she leaned against the bridge. She was getting slightly chilled in the cool night air, so she brought her arms to wrap around herself. She heard a large splash in the water behind her and she instinctively turned to look. She leaned over the bridge slightly and peered down, but she couldn't see over the looming darkness. She began to let out a small sigh, but it was cut off by the warm frame of a hard body pressing up behind her. She could feel his heat completely surrounding her. It was like a hot flash, from cold to hot so fast. For a moment, one that seemed to drag on for quite a while, only their breathing could be heard and the rapid beats of Lizzy's heart. Finally he spoke, "Lizzy..." he said, in a firm, deep tone. The last sounds of her name seemed to trail off, dissipating into the night air that surrounded them. His arms reached up and he placed a hand on the rail of the bridge on either side of her causing him to press even closer into her. She hadn't dared turned her head to look at him yet, afraid he might see the blush that was consuming her face. His lips pressed against her hair lightly, almost like a whisper against her loose wisps. She nibbled her lip in response, pulling lightly at her kissable skin. His lips pressed even lower, moving down her neck, to that smooth skin that awaited him. She could feel his breath falling against her skin making goose bumps rise on her neck. Finally, he brought them down upon her and she almost moaned in the instant pleasure it brought her, just from that mere contact of lips against neck. She had known it would be intense, their connection always was (even if it was just online before now), but she hadn't known it would be THIS intense. Her shoulders slumped slightly and she visibly slumped in his arms. Quin smiled behind her, knowing he had exceeded her expectations. He used his hands to turn her towards him gently. Lizzy kept her eyes on the ground as he turned her, too shy to make eye contact. Quin raised two fingers up to the underside of her chin and brushed them lightly there. The then applied slow pressure, encouraging her to look up at him. Her eyes swept over his figure as he guided her up. She took in the worn brown leather boots, the jeans that frayed a bit at the ends, and the button up black shirt that appeared freshly ironed. Finally her eyes made her way up his neck. His neck was large and strong and it made the perfect base for his strong chin covered by dark stubble. Her glance fell over his lips, and her tongue moistened her own lips in response. She continued looking up, pausing at his strong nose -- a nose even the Gods would be envious of. Finally, her eyes met his and she was lost. They were the color of mercury and the ocean blended together to create a color she had never had the pleasure of seeing before now. They stood there and stared for several minutes, taking in each other. His hand still rested on the bottom of her chin. His way of telling her she was his now. Suddenly he tore his eyes away and down to her lips. He pressed against them, molding his own lips to hers. She could taste every part of him and it tasted better than she could have thought possible. Better than chocolate mousse that melted in your mouth. Better than rich, cheese fondue that lingered for hours. Her lips parted against his; half in shock and half in desire. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue in between her lips, making sure to brush it against them before sliding into her warm mouth. She tasted like sweet honey, a flavor he never wanted to forget. His tongue danced in her mouth, rubbing against every hidden part of her that no one had explored before him. His texture rubbed against her own tongue, and she verbally groaned out for more. He smirked at her escaped noise and his movements got bolder. He reached one of his hands up to the back of her head and placed a firm grip on her neck. He pulled her into him, forcing her body to collide with his own. He could feel the soft, round bulbs of her breasts, the dip in her stomach and the curve of her hips against him. She could feel his wide shoulders, the warmth of his hardened chest and the reminder of his desire pressing against her. He took a step forward causing her to step back into the edge of the bridge again. Even though she was in almost the same exact position she was standing in before he arrived, everything had changed. The next few minutes passed slowly for Lizzy. Her mind focused in and out of reality as Quin continued to kiss her, even moving to scatter kisses along her face, neck, and ears. The attention of his tongue against those spots was not lacking either. A few times Lizzy let out a gasp as his teeth nipped her. She was beyond aroused now. Her mind was an ever spinning circle of lust, desire and love. He pulled his lips away from her and stepped back a little. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were numerous shades darker than when she had first looked into them. He reached his hand out and grabbed hers and began to pull her towards the end of the bridge. He would turn his head slightly to send her glances as they walked, for she was several steps behind him. She didn't know where he was leading her but she trusted him. She made sure to move her fingers slightly every few seconds, because when she would he would give her a little squeeze in return. He stopped walking and she pulled her focus away from him. Taking in her surroundings she smiled. This was something only Quin could create for her. She reminisced for a moment about the 'dates' that Quin would take her on with his words. It was so much more here and now. The scene before her was like a picture. It was an almost empty field tucked back behind the bridge. In the center of the field there was a large willow tree. The branches were so low and thick that Lizzy couldn't even make out what was lurking behind them. She could, however, see a glowing yellow light that seemed to dance in the wind. A path of roses guided her way to the tree, the petals being swept about by the wind. Quin, having not released her hand, started walking forward again. He pulled her through the path of the petals and she could feel them swirling about her legs and feet. Quin reached up and pulled aside the branches of the willow tree. Lizzy's mouth dropped and her eyes widened slightly, even glassed over with tears. There had to have been at least 30 candles set up. They were set on chairs and shelves, which surrounded a beautiful spread out quilt upon the ground. The rose petals continued under the branches and made the shape of a heart around the blanket. Lizzy still hadn't said a word; she couldn't imagine that Quin would do this for her. She felt him squeeze her hand again and she knew he was waiting for her to say something. She turned to him, her mouth still parted slightly. "This...This is the most amazing thing anyone has EVER done for me." She said, her voice breaking through her tears. Quin reached up and brushed the back of his hand against her face. Smiling, he said, "I would do this day after day if it meant that I was making you happy, Lizzy." This just made Lizzy cry even more. Quin leaned forward and began placing light kisses against her tears, soaking them into his lips. He could taste the happiness that was flowing out of her. His hand weaved in her hair and the other slide down her side to rest on her hips. He placed one final kiss against her lips before whispering in her ear. "Raise your arms, my dear." Lizzy followed his words, her hands shaking again slightly. Quin reached forward and grabbed the bottom hem of her skirt and began pulling it slowly up her body. He let his bent knuckles brush against her skin as he revealed more and more of her. With every inch he saw, Quin fell more and more in love with her body. Finally, he had pulled the shirt up and over her head, leaving her in only her bra and skirt standing before him. Lizzy reached up to cross her arms over her chest, but he stopped her with a simple shake of his head. She brought her arms back down to her sides and awkwardly clenched and unclenched her fingers. Quin dropped down to his knees in front of her and began placing kisses on her stomach, her sides and her hips. His hands were firm around her back, not letting her pull away from his attentions. He glanced up from his position, his eyes lit with desire. He moved his hands around to the sides of her skirt and began to slowly pull it down her hips; teasing not only her, but himself as well. He groaned with pleasure as the skirt dropped around her feet. He guided the skirt out from beneath her feet and tossed it aside. He then ran his hand over the top of her left foot, feeling the small bones and soft skin. He moved even higher and she could feel the coarse texture of his hand moving up the inside of her leg, against her calf, knee and thigh. She moaned as he reached near to the part of her that was almost on fire. He kept his hand there, placing a light grip on her thigh before bring his lips against the inside of her leg. He brushed his cheek against her soft leg, closing his eyes; he reveled in the feel of her against him. His eyes brushed over her legs over and over, before finally settling on her hidden mound. She had chosen simple yellow panties, trimmed with soft white lace. They were pretty and innocent. He looked up at her, not asking permission, but informing her of what he was going to do next. Lizzy held her breath as she felt his fingers brush over that area that only she had touched before. Her body shook slightly, both with pleasure and nervousness. He placed a kiss against the front of her panties and he smiled when he realized how damp they were. Her back arched and her fingers clenched. Her breathing deepening even more that it already was. He again used his fingers to slip off this article of clothing. The beauty of her sex was almost bare, despite one well-trimmed patch that pointed him in the right direction. He brought his face forward and let his breath fall on that clandestine spot. He could smell her arousal. It was thick like the air on a rainy morning. It folded over him, surrounding him in its strength. He nuzzled his cheek against it, the gentleness of it such contrast to the cruel growth on his cheek. In conclusion, he brought his lips to her outside and pressed them against her folds. She moaned in response, her hips involuntarily pressing into his mouth. He let his tongue just out, tasting that inner core of his Lizzy, finally tasting that which had tempted him for far too long. He began to taste at the pleasure she was feeling, over and over he would lap in that flavor of her. Her body was sweating now and she was burning from a heat that was coming from within. He then began to rise back up off of his knees, sharing little kisses and licks up her body as he went. He reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra, letting her beautiful breasts be revealed. His thumb came out and he brushed it against the curve of her breast, making her tingle and her nipple harden in anticipation. He moved his thumb closer to that oh so sensitive bud and began caressing around it, teasing her. Her eyes were slipping closed at the pleasure and her tongue was brushing across her lip every few seconds. She almost cried out and begged him to press against where she needed him. Sensing her need, he let his thumb settle over the hardened peek. As soon as he had touched it her body jerked in response. He bent slightly and used the palm of his hand to lift one of her breasts towards his face. She brought her shoulders back and arched her breasts up and directly to him. He sucked her into his mouth and ran his tongue over the beaded texture of her nipple. He turned his attention to her other breast, giving it the same pleasure, before telling her to lie down upon the blanket. She did as he said and she sunk into the soft quilt slowly. She lay down on her back and propped her head up slightly on her hand so she could see Quin. Quin began to pull his clothing off. He didn't dress it up, but rather just removed his clothing in a simple, everyday manner. He reached down to untie his boots and slip them off of his feet. Next, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest and stomach. Finally, he undid his pants and slid them down his legs and off, quickly followed by his boxers. He stood before her, loomed over her in his nakedness. Lizzy's eyes wandered his entirety, but they were drawn to his protruding penis. She followed him with her eyes as he walked towards the edge of the quilt and, once again, dropped to his knees. Kneeling between her legs he began to crawl towards her, his arms on either side of her body. He lowered part of his weight against her and she could feel his thigh pressing up against her wetness, his hardness pressing into her stomach and his face buried into her neck. Quin's breathing was hard and he could barely hold himself back from entering her. He rocked his thigh against her mound and he groaned as he felt the physical proof of her desire rub against his leg. He was kissing at her neck at the same time, and his hands were paying attention to her lovely breasts. The night was slightly chill, but their bodies discharged enough heat to keep them warm all night long. Quin lifted his head and looked into her eyes before saying "I can't wait anymore, Lizzy. I want you now. I need you now. I've waited four long years for this. "with such vigor that Lizzy could only widen her eyes in response at first. Eventually, she nodded her head, telling him to proceed. He gave her a gentle smile, pressed a gentle kiss against her lips and then he slowly slid into her. He only pushed in an inch at first and already he could feel the tight grasp of her vagina. He groaned and slid into her further and her heat began to engulf him, inch by inch. He came to her hymen and he sighed. She was his and he loved it. He was her only. He stopped moving for a moment and she looked up at him, her eyes wide and he whispered "I love you" before thrusting his hips with intent and pushing through the bridge to her womanhood. She cried out, but soon her cry turned to a moan as he began pumping into her, bringing a pleasure that was beyond anything she had ever felt in the past. Their bodies twisted together and the scent of their arousal mixed. The night wind blew at the branches and the candles, making it seem as if nature was dancing to their love making. Their sighs, groans and moans made a symphony of pleasure. He stayed above her and brought a firm hand to her head as he pushed in and out of her. His pace began to speed and his moans began to deepen. Lizzy's eyes were closed now and her hands clenched at the quilt beneath her. She felt Quin's hard length pressing into her and demanding all she was willing to give. She bucked her hips up in response and she could feel a pressure beginning to build in her groin. Her hips rose up as the building stopped and finally crescendo-ing at a peak and she cried out. Quin leaned forward to swallow her moans and he could feel her juices of pleasure leak around him. Her vagina clenched at him, pulling him into her and grabbed around his length. He couldn't hold his own pleasure any longer as he felt her go over the edge. He let out a grunt and he thrust deep into her once more before his cock twitched and released spurt after spurt of sperm into her. He knew he should have pulled out, but he wanted to claim her and wanted to make her, his. He groaned into her neck, the sweat on his forehead falling against her cheek as they finished. They both lay there, unmoving, for several minutes in quietness before Quin broke the silence. "Aren't you glad we decided to meet, my Love?" Lizzy only smiled in response. Lizzy’s Men: Graham My name is Lizzy I am 23 years old and for the last 18 months I have lived a double life as Tom the sales assistance in a department store and Lizzy the slut. I have known for years that I should have been born a woman but repressed my feelings (as much as possible) until I was old enough to leave home. I had been caught by my mother in her underwear aged 17, and the day after I turned 18 I moved to the other end of the country. When I first moved into my apartment I was shy and hid my life as Lizzy but after a while I was confident enough to go out and explore my female sexuality. I quickly found out that lots of men wanted to explore the body of a sexy transvestite and were willing to pay for the experience. I guess I was a whore but I did not stand on street corners I went to bars and found business came to me rather than me looking for it. Soon I had developed some regular clients and now my weeknights a split between them. I do not consider myself a whore now as I love all these guys and the money they pay me I spend on clothing to please them. The below is a typical night with Graham whom I have spent my Wednesday nights with for about 4 months. I arrive home from work at five and quickly change out of my disgusting blue shirt and red jacket uniform. I put on some music and head for a bath and shave my body. Graham loves my legs so I take extra care to make them as smooth as possible. I could stay relaxing in the bath for hours. But I have so much to do to meet him at 8 o'clock. I give my long light brown hair a wash and wish I could have the blonde and red highlights I have always wanted. With a towel around my head and one tied just below my armpits I sit on the bed and start to paint my toenails. Graham has a little fetish for my feet in nylon so I take extra care applying the bright red varnish I know they will excite him shinning through the skin coloured stockings I have bought for this evening. Part of the thrill for me is making my men so hot they just can't resist me and I know what they all like. While my toes are drying I paint my fingernails in the same bright red. I do not wear false fingernails but I keep mine in very good condition not too long but a good shape. I sit in my bed waiting for the polish to dry and looking at my feet and toes. Wearing nail polish is one of those essential extras that just help create the feminine feel. Many women do not wear polish every day but I often have my toes painted at work and wish I could wear it on my fingers at work. I move over to my dresser and begin to apply my foundation cream still only wearing my towels. I have become very good at applying my make up and have a good collection all paid for by my men. I put on my mascara and eyeliner but leave the lipstick until later. I stand up and let my towels down looking in my full-length mirror I examine myself. I am lucky to be quite small, as my father and brothers are all over six ft tall. I stand at 5ft 7 with a 28 inch waist. There is a definite shape to body as I have wider hips and a round backside (I hate women who are so slim they seem to have no Bottom). My shoulders are slight and I have a good shape to my legs thanks to hours on the exercise bike. I have been planning all afternoon what to wear and make my way to my underwear draw. My bedroom is divided into two, with draws and a closet on both sides of the room. One with my male work clothes and a pair of jeans and the other overflowing with all Lizzy's clothes. I take out my new black G-string. The back is no wider than a piece of string and the front is see through. I slide it up my legs and pull it high over my hips. The feeling of the string excites me and I walk around the bed and back, the movement makes we want to sway my hips (anyone who has worn thongs will know what I mean). I take out my black matching bra and slide my arms through the straps. I wish I could have implants but there would be no going back and no job. I fill my bra with my falsies a nice C cup anymore and they would not look real. I move back to the dresser and dry my hair. It has grown to half way down my back and takes ages to dry. That done I take out the new packet of 10 denier stay up stockings with lace tops. I will not wear a suspender belt, as the suspenders would be visible under my tight dress. I roll the first one and take care not to ladder it. And then the second I look down and know Graham will love my feet in these. My red toes are clearly visible through the reinforced toes on the stockings. For tonight I have selected a very tight black dress which finishes about three inches above my knees. I slide this over my head as it has no zip and I am careful to not get any make up stains. I look in the mirror and love the way the dress follows my curves. The neck is not too low but I will still need a necklace. I put on a silver chain with a pretty locket and my three rings (two on the right hand one on the left). A small pair of silver earrings makes my face look that little prettier and more feminine. Back to the dresser for my lipstick (red but not as bright as the nail polish). I brush my hair and have another look in the dresser mirror. Not bad Lizzy I thought. A spray of Channel No5 (the classic smell of a woman) and its time for shoes. This is the part of my outfit that has given me the most problems. I only have size 6 feet and plenty of shoes but which ones for tonight? They have to be open toed for Graham and I think about the six inch spikes heels but that would be too slutty for this outfit and a choose a pair with three straps across the foot and an open back. The heels are a sexy three and half inches enough to give legs that important shape and my posture that elegant appearance. I grab a black handbag and my long black coat its time to leave. It's only a 5-minute walk to the underground and I love the sound of my heels on the concrete. I board the train its only half full and I find a seat. As I sit the coat falls open and reveals my legs I can feel men looking at me. I have a quick glance around and they all look away. I know they will be looking again soon so I slip my foot out of my right shoe and with my legs crossed begin to dangle the shoe from my foot. This is the most obvious flirting but nearly every man was watching me. I read the advertisements on the train and let them have a good look. I wonder how many will be thinking of me when they make love to there wives tonight. While on the train my mind wonders to my first meeting with Graham. It was in a bar called the Cheq and he was with some friends from work. He had been drinking for a while and a little drunk. Graham is a tall man 43 years old. He is not lanky but is quite slim. He had a moustache then but has now shaved it off the sexiest about him is his big dark brown eyes. He asked if he could buy me a drink and I accepted. He told me how his wife left him and we chatted for about an hour. When his friends left he stayed and soon we were kissing. He began to rub his hand on my leg and told me he wanted to take me home. This is always an awkward moment, as I did not know if he had guessed I was not all women. I took his hand and rubbed it on my dick, which was hard from the kissing. He broke the kiss looked at me and said he definitely wanted to take me home. If he had not been drinking I wonder if anything had happened. My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival at my station. I took one last look at my admirer's then walked on up the escalator. Graham's apartment was a good fifteen minutes walk to so I took a cab. I could see the driver looking at me in the mirror so I put on a show and applied some more lipstick. I arrived at Grahams and buzzed number 34 to be let in. I took the lift up to his flat. I have done this so many times but I still get so excited the reflection in the lift mirror and knowing what I was here for I felt dirty and horny. Graham met me at the lift and he kissed me on my lips. We walked down the hall to his apartment and he told me I looked fantastic. Graham went to the kitchen and prepared a Gin and Tonic when he came back into the room I had removed my coat. Graham stopped and looked from my face down past my hips and to my legs and feet. "Do you like these?" I asked twisting on my heels. "You are so sexy" was his simple reply. We sat down and I let my dress ride a little way up my leg. He handed me my drink and I took a sip. Graham was speechless and starring at my legs from thigh to toe. I like being with Graham because I am in control, not in a kinky way but he likes me to make the first moves. I could see he was getting excited so I began to slip my foot out of my shoe and rub it against the other foot and ankle. "You know that drives me crazy" he said I did not replied by telling him stand by lifting my finger. Graham stood up and moved towards me. I held my hand up and he stopped. I reached out with my foot and rubbed it against his leg. I worked up to his dick and all the time he just watched and stood still. I could see his eyes begin to close as I rubbed my stocking clad foot over the bulge in his trousers. He opened his eyes and watched as I slowly rubbed him up and down. My red toes tickled as the stockings moved with the rubbing. I knew this was driving him mad so I reached out and began to undo the button and then the Zip. Graham never wore underwear and his 8-inch dick sprang out. I let the trousers fall and he stepped out of them. I sat back and again moved my right foot to his dick. I rubbed my foot on the soft underside of his dick. It seemed to jump and I ran my foot along the bright red mushroom to the tip. Graham was moaning a deep moan of enjoyment. "Do you want to make love to my feet" I asked I knew he did and began to slide my foot from the left shoe. "Yes yes please let me fuck your sexy feet" I put my feet either side of his dick and moved them both up and down. I was wanking him with my feet and I knew he loved it. His head went back and he began to move his hips towards me. I began to squeeze my feet together at the base of his dick Graham moaned and grabbed my feet with my hands. The first time he had touched me with his hands. Holding my feet around his dick he began to furiously fuck my pretty feet. I was being pushed further back into the chair as the fucking became harder and harder. Graham was grunting with every thrust and I knew he was close his breathing increased. I looked down and watched his dick spit out the first jet of warm cum. I felt the warm cum hit just below my knee and I quickly put my left foot under the head of his dick to catch as much as I could on my foot. Graham shot about five spurts of cum on my foot then pushed the rest out onto my clean waiting right foot. Then he fell to his knees and hungrily licked my right foot. It turned me on to watch this fully-grown man licking his own cum from my sodden foot. And I encouraged him. He cleaned my right foot a moved the left, which was covered in his sticky cum. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick it up, as a cat would milk. "You love it don't you baby" I teased Graham looked up and I scooped the cum below my knee onto my right index finger and slowly lifted it to my mouth. I licked the cum from my finger and Graham continued to suck his cum from my stockings. I pulled my feet away from graham and stood up. I pulled my dress over my head to reveal my dick tenting my see through panties and my full Bra. I took Graham by the hand and lead him to his bedroom. I sat him on the bed. He was still wearing his shirt and sat him on the bed and began unbuttoning it. While I was doing this Grahams hands were all over my arse pinching and squeezing. I got his shirt off then dropped to my knees to remove his socks. Graham now sat naked before me and I dropped my head and took his cock head into my mouth. His dick was slippery and soft. I played with it in my mouth running my tongue around the head. Graham made no attempt to put his hand on my head he just laid back and let me enjoy his dick. I could feel my dick straining against my panties as I sucked on his growing cock. Graham was now hard enough for me to begin bobbing my head up and down. I could hear him moaning as I sucked and I knew to slow down. I teased his dick by licking from the base to the tip then all the way down again. I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked. I got off my knees and mounted Graham I worked my way up his body but instead of stopping at his dick I continued to his face. I now had my knees either side of his head and he lifted his head and began to kiss my butt. I felt the G-string being pulled to one side and a tongue at my hole. Graham circled my hole with his tongue and my dick became even harder. I pulled my panties to one side at the front and began to slowly masturbate myself enjoying the feeling as Graham began to enter me with his tongue. I felt close so I removed myself from grahams face and down to his dick. I was now on top of him looking him in the eye. I guided his hard dick to my hole and slowly lowered onto it. I could see Graham's eyes look towards the sky as he felt the head of his dick enter my tight hole. I held his dick there and slowly circled my hips. I could see this was driving Graham crazy. "Fuck me….Fuck me NOW" he yelled I just continued to slowly circle with only the head of his dick in my arse. "fuck it …Fuck it" graham yelled. He could take no more and I felt him ram his dick into my hole. I yelped as he filled me with his full 8 inches. That is the only time Graham will be dominant if I tease him long enough. He held the cheeks of my arse in his hands and pumped into me all the way in and then nearly all the way out. "Take my arse Fuck me" I encouraged Graham was beyond words and just kept driving his hard dick into me. I knew he would not last long. Graham was lost in the feeling of fucking my arse. I took my dick in my hand and began to wank. I am not sure if Graham even noticed what I was doing he was growling like a caged animal and furiously fucking me. I felt him push further into me and I knew it was time I lent back to let him go as deep as he wanted and began to quickly rub my hand back and forth on my own dick. The first spurts of cum splashed inside me and Graham screamed. I let myself go and began shooting cum over his chest. Graham pumped into me another 7 or 8 times before his whole body went limp and I crashed down on top of him. We laid like that for several minute before I got up and stood by the bed. I lifted my foot to his chest and rubbed my cum onto my stockings. This was another one of Grahams little fetishes he like to keep the stockings that we have both cum onto. In fact when he pays I am sure he looks on it as paying for those stockings. I left Graham and walked to the cabs on the other side of the street. My legs felt naked without the stocking and a breeze blew up my dress. As I went down the escalator to the train I felt Graham cum slide down my inner thigh. Maybe I will tell you about one of my other friends soon.