0 comments/ 64849 views/ 2 favorites Maureen By: Leslie Driving home, Maureen thought about her aerobics class, her workout, and the new gym she had just joined, Fitness Today. She had hoped that by joining an exclusively female facility it would help her take her mind off of men. At 35 years old, and newly divorced, she needed to get her mind off of relationships, and men in general. Her second marriage had ended with a thud, and she couldn't help but feel unattractive, unwanted. Not that men didn't find her attractive; at 5'6", 135 pounds, jet black shoulder-length hair, and a decent figure, men usually flirted with her, and she had her occasional dates, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that she could look better. Her self-confidence was shaken, but she still needed men, wanted men. Just the thought of a gorgeous man aroused her. Maureen decided she needed a change, so joining an all-girl gym might help. Fitness Today was a nice place, with helpful attendants, and excellent aerobics instructor. Brandy had made her feel comfortable on her first day, showing her around the facility, providing her with a locker, and explaining the complicated aerobics schedule. Maureen didn't know many African American women, and Brandy easily charmed her. Her body tight from years of intense aerobics, she seemed proud of her figure, and her self-confidence was evident. Wearing a white thong leotard and black tights, she paraded throughout the gym, introducing Maureen to several other women. Maureen had thought she would feel nervous coming here for the first time, but she was very relaxed, and surprisingly confident that she had made the right choice in changing gyms. The tour lasted about ten minutes, and Brandy suggested Maureen change into her workout wear, as the intermediate class was getting ready to start. Back at the locker-room, Maureen quickly changed into her favorite leotard and tights, tied her new aerobics shoes tight, and headed for the class. She breezed through the workout, working up a good sweat. Her mind felt clear and alive, and back in the locker room, she was surprised to see so many women heading for the large public shower. So many different girls, all sizes and shapes, stripping and happily going to shower off. Maureen decided to just pack up her clothes and shower at home. It was only a fifteen-minute drive, and she could relax and take a long hot shower alone. A quick good-bye to Brandy, and she was out the front door, waving to the receptionist as she left. As she drove, her mind kept wandering back to Brandy. She had a perfect picture of her in her mind's eyes, seeing her in that white leotard, standing close to her. Maureen remembered staring at Brandy's chest, taking in the view of her hidden breasts, her lovely cleavage, and her faintly hard nipples. Maureen absentmindedly licked her lips, and, realizing she had done this, shook her head as if to shake that thought out of her mind. Only one more light, and then a quick left turn into her sub-division. Her hands gripped the wheel tight as she saw the light was still green, and she hoped to make it. She brought the car to a slow stop as the light turned yellow, and now she waited. She became aware of the fabric of her leotard against her own nipples; she never wore a bra. She didn't need to, as her breasts were small and tight. Maureen looked down to see her nipples as they formed small points against the leotard. A hot wave flashed through her body, and she moaned at the feeling. She looked at herself in the rear-view mirror, her eyes intense, and she licked her lips again. The traffic light flashed green, and soon she was pulling into her driveway. Maureen lived in a gorgeous two-story house. When her husband had left her, she decided to stay in the house, and make the best of it. Maureen sat on her bed, taking off her shoes and socks. She stood before her full-length mirror, and gazed upon her body. She felt that same rush of pleasure again, and her nipples responded. Brandy again flashed into her mind; she couldn't help but peel off her leotard. Maureen loved how she looked in just tights. She turned around, and looked over her shoulder at her butt and legs in the reflection. She could see the faint outline of her black panties under the pink tights. Placing her thumbs into the waistband, she slowly pulled the tights down her legs, and stepped out of them. She turned back to face the mirror, and gazed upon the reflection of her nearly nude body. Whips of dark pubic hair peeked out from the sides of her French-cut panties. Her lips parted as she saw the dark spot at her crotch; she knew at that moment that she had to masturbate. Once again, her vision of Brandy flashed into her mind. Maureen felt totally confused. She had never, ever, thought of women in this way. She had a few bi-sexual friends, but the thought of being with another woman had never interested her, until this very moment. Her mind raced; she had always masturbated to the thoughts of naked men, with gorgeous bodies and hard cocks; chiseled men that would be hers. Brandy's body was now painted in her mind. It was a picture she couldn't erase, and she didn't want to. Her senses were coming alive; she could smell the faint aroma of sweat on her body, and it was enticing. Still standing in front of the mirror, she removed her panties, and sat back on the bed. The mirror continued to provide a view of her. Maureen spread her legs, and gazed at the sight of her pussy, her pubic hair still damp from the combination of sweat and sex. She became aware of how hard her nipples were; she felt totally aroused, totally sexy. This was not like the usual masturbation session; in the past she had always had to work hard to achieve an orgasm. But today she seemed on the edge already. The sight of her own body making her shudder with excitement. Maureen ran her fingernails along the insides of her thighs; she imagined it was Brandy's hands doing this, not her own. Now the word "Brandy" escaped her lips. In one motion her fingers touched her lips, parting them, exposing her hard clit. Maureen's upper body jerked forward, her eyes widening, her chest heaving. A stream of her wetness flowed from her pussy onto the bed, and her fingers were quick to retrieve it. She brought those fingers up to her mouth, slowly licked them clean, enjoying the taste of herself. Amazingly, she imagined that she tasted Brandy, and the fingers of her left hand began to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her ass and legs tightened as she enjoyed the feeling of making love to herself. She was past the point of no return; her sexual feelings now controlled her mind. Maureen thought of the locker room, the women going to the showers. How she now wished she had gone with them. Now her right hand joined her left in pleasuring her clit, two pairs of thumbs and forefingers squeezing, rubbing, rotating. Her legs instinctively spread wider, extending out in the open, toes pointed. Maureen's body swayed as she fought desperately to prolong her pleasure. She could see Brandy, feel her, and taste her. Her stomach tightened, and she forced her eyes to focus on her reflection. Maureen could resist her feelings no longer; with one last enduring movement, she pinched her clit madly, and a loud groan seemed to flow from all parts of her body. The orgasm gripped her tightly, ripping through her from head to toe. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the unbelievable pleasure coursing through her, centering on her pussy. Loud moans escaped her, as wave after wave of pleasure wreaked havoc on her. She fell back onto the bed, her hips grinding into her fingers, her feet on the bedrail supporting her body weight. Maureen arched her back high, cupping her crotch with both hands, and then she collapsed back onto the bed, breathing deeply. Still groggy, she became aware of the sweat dripping from her forehead, from her armpits, from between her breasts and stomach. More visions of Brandy ran through her mind like some kind of private slide-show. Maureen finally released her grip on her pussy, and she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She looked at herself in the mirror again, and the erotic nature of the entire experience overwhelmed her. She suddenly felt strong, confident, and mentally aware of her experience. Maureen stepped into her huge double shower off of her bedroom, and stepped under the now warming water. She reflected on her feelings. "Am I that attracted to other women?", she thought. Her feelings could not be denied; she could not get the thought of Brandy out of her mind. Maureen quickly dressed and did her make-up. It was only 5:00 p.m. on a Friday night, and the entire city seemed to await her. She felt very bold, very defiant. Tonight she would explore her new feelings. It was time to forget about the past, and look to the future. Maureen locked her front door behind her. She stepped into her BMW, cranked up the engine, and sped out into a new world. Maureen I had just returned to the States after serving 18 months above the Artic Circle with the Air Force, I got my discharge and caught the first jet headed south. I had been home for about 2 months when a friend asked if I would accept a blind date with a friend of his wife. I was told that she was 23 and really cute and recovering from a bad relationship, I agreed to a Friday date consisting of dinner and a movie. Jim said that he would pick me up at 6:30 then we would pick up the girls. Jim was right on time, after we left my place it took about 20 minuets to get to his house where both of the girls were waiting. I knew Peggy from my high school days so as soon as I saw them I knew which one was Maureen. She was a small girl about 5'2" and 100 pounds with auburn hair and hazel eyes and the pale skin color that only redheads have and yes she was cute. She was wearing a low cut blouse which showed her small breast encased in a white bra and a full skirt. Peggy introduced us and we were off to dinner and a movie. The evening went well and Maureen and I got along like old friends. When we returned to Peggy's around midnight Maureen and I had agreed on another date. We walked them to the door and as Jim was kissing Peggy good night I gave Maureen a light kiss on her cheek and told her again how much I had enjoyed the evening. And that I was looking forward to Saturday. Maureen had told me of a movie she wanted to see that was playing at the local drive-in. When I got to her house I was introduced to her parents who seemed nice. Maureen told them that we were going to a movie and she would be home around midnight. We got in the car and headed to the drive-in; we arrived just as the movie was starting and got a good spot to watch the movie. As I said before I had been out of the country for the last 18 months and was not aware of the movies that were out at this time. I had no idea that pornographic movies were available at theatres and in full color. After the credits the first thing that was on the screen was a blond woman with a black cock in her mouth. My God This Was Alabama in 1964; this was something that would get you hung, if you did it. I asked Maureen if she was sure that this was the movie she wanted to see. She told me that a girl friend had told her about it and yes this was it. She went on to explain that she had been told that all black guys had big dicks and all black women had huge tits and she wanted to see for herself. She then asked if this bothered me, I said no that I did not have a problem with sex between the races. FOOTNOTE: While I was in the air force I dated a black girl in Columbus, Ohio and I probably would have married her if I hadn't been sent overseas. I asked Maureen if she had ever been with a black guy, she said no but she had thought about it. I asked her if she had a chance would she screw a black guy and she answered yes. I told her I had a friend who was black and if I asked him to screw her would she go along with it. She said yes. I then asked her if we were going to have sex, she again said that she hoped so. We watched the movie and naturally the black guy had a monster sized cock but the black babe that was the fuck star had tits about like Maureen's. 32A's. Maureen did have small tits but her nipples were huge, almost as big as her tits, and they were a delight to suck. The black star fucked and had his cock sucked by several blond babes and the black star. Maureen was totality turned on by watching this and we fucked in the front seat of my Mercury. After we fucked I sucked my cum and her secretions from her pussy, this blew her mind, first because she had never had her pussy sucked before and she couldn't believe that I was willing to eat her after I had cummed in her. I explained that my lady in Ohio taught me to do that. I did ask her if she had a problem with me doing that and she said no she didn't. When the movie was over we went and got some food and made arrangements for our next date. I asked Maureen if she was willing to go out with Sam and his lady, a black couple that were my best friends, she said yes. I called Sam during the week and asked if he would like to go out with Maureen and me. I explained the situation about Maureen's ideas on the physical endowments of black men and the bust size of black women. I did know that Sam was about 7" hard and that Vera was a nice 34B. I also explained to Sam that Maureen might want to fuck him. Sam and I had been known to bang the same babe more than once, this also included Vera. Sam asked my feelings on him fucking my woman and I replied that they were the same as when I fucked his woman. Sam was present when I fucked Vera and he approved. [Footnote: Sam and I had been friends for years and used to have sex with the same girls when ever possible and before that we would jack off together, we had even jacked off each other] I picked Maureen up then went to Sam's house and got him and Vera and headed to Chicken Charlie's. We got there about 9 PM just as things were getting started. Charlie had a band playing and it was loud and fun. We had a table reserved for us and I hoped that Maureen wasn't intimidated that we were the only white people there. Charlie and I were friends before I went into the service so I was well known here. We had several drinks to loosen Maureen up before Sam took her to the dance floor where he was able to fondle her ass and rub his cock against her belly. Vera said that he looked like he was fucking her with her cloths on. Sam was an excellent dancer and his specialty was so-called dirty dancing. Maureen was getting into this dance style and was soon rubbing her body all over Sam and she was using her hand too rub his cock as well as her belly. The music stopped and the band leader apologized but the band was going to take a break. Sam took Maureen's hand and they walked back to the table and ordered another drink. Maureen was flushed and breathing hard as she leaned over and told me that she had a orgasm on the dance floor and that Sam's dick got hard. I told her what Vera said about their dance, Maureen looked at Vera and smiled and told her that they were fucking. I asked Maureen if she wanted to have sex with Sam, she looked kind of stunned and finally said yes if it was o.k. with Vera and me. I asked if she had ever had sex with a black guy before and she said no. Vera then spoke up and asked Maureen why she wanted to fuck Sam, Maureen replied that he turned her on and she had always heard how viral black guys were. Sam just sat there and grinned. We had a couple more drinks and headed to Sam's house. Maureen and Sam were in the back seat and Vera was up front with me. I could see in the rear view mirror that Sam had already removed Maureen's blouse and bra and he was sucking on her tiny tits. By the time we arrived at the house Sam had Maureen completely naked, they got out of the car and casually walked across the yard to the front door not caring who saw them. Vera gathered Maureen's cloths and we followed them into the house. We all went to the living room where Sam removed his cloths and revealed his erect 7 inches [Sam is uncircumcised, his cock has girth of six and a half inches] Maureen just stared at his cock for a minuet then reached out and took in her hand. She then looked at Vera and I with a wanton grin on her face and dropped to her knees and took as much of it in her mouth as she could. Vera got a Polaroid camera off the table and took a picture of the cute redheaded white girl sucking Sam's black cock. After a few minuets Sam pulled Maureen up and placed her on the couch. He then spread her legs and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Maureen moaned as he entered her then they both started fucking at a furious pace. I have seen Sam fuck before and I know that he can go for a long time, so Vera and I got undressed and sat on the love seat where we had a good view of that black piston pumping that white pussy. I was massaging Vera's ample tits and she was pumping my cock as we watched her husband fuck my girl, it was quite exciting. Vera asked me if I still liked to eat the woman after she had been fucked, she knew about this from experience. I said that I would never leave a lady with messy pussy, and that I had always had to clean up after Sam. Vera is the one that got me to do this after a hot session with the 3 of us. Sam has also cleaned up after me but he didn't take to it like I did. Sam was obviously approaching his climax so Vera got the camera and took some more pictures. Sam shoots a massive load when he cums, we could see his balls get tight and the juices running down the crack of Maureen's ass. Finally Sam pushed into Maureen as far as he could and filled her with his sperm. They stayed locked together for a few more minuets then Sam's softening cock slipped from her pussy. Sam kissed her and turned to us with a satisfied look on his face, he then stood and Vera got down and took his cummy cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. Maureen started to get up but Vera told her to stay where she was. I went over, got on my knees and started sucking Sam's cum from her pussy; I licked the juice from her ass and her thighs and her belly. When I finished Vera gave me a kiss with her tongue deep in my mouth. Maureen was sitting on the couch nude with her legs spread wide and the sight of her still gaping cunt was amazing. Vera had moved next to her and was also naked; it was very erotic seeing the two of them side by side. I had removed my clothes also as Vera had given me a blowjob while Sam was fucking Maureen. Sam came back from the kitchen where he had made a batch of Margaritas and passed one to each of us. He sat next to me so that we were looking at the ladies; Sam asked Maureen if she was satisfied that fucking a black guy was better than a white guy. Maureen responded that she wouldn't say better but it sure was different, that his was the only uncut cock that she had ever had and that excited her. Vera asked what she thought about me cleaning her afterward, Maureen said that she loved that. She knew I cleaned up after myself but me cleaning up after Sam really turned her on. She asked Vera if she was able to taste her on Sam's cock and Vera said that she could and it was tasty. Vera then asked Maureen if she had ever had sex with another female to which Maureen answered no. Vera told her that it was time she did and slid off the couch and crawled between her legs and buried her face in Maureen's crotch. Vera started sucking on Maureen' clit and we could see she liked it. I had heard from other ladies that Vera was good at eating a pussy. Vera started licking and sucking Maureen's pussy, at the same time she was massaging her tits and inserting a finger or two in her anus. Maureen put her hands on the back of Vera's head and pulled her into her pussy. Vera had gotten on her knees in a very provocative position which allowed her asshole and pussy to be completely exposed. I decided to take advantage of this so I got behind her and started licking her anus; I knew that this was a super turn on for Vera. I would run my tongue around her asshole and then push it in her as far as I could. We kept this chain going until I had to fuck something so I slipped my cock in her tight ass. It had been awhile since I had ass fucked Vera and I had forgotten how much she liked it. She lifted her face from Maureen's pussy and told me to fuck her hard and fast then went back to eating pussy. I lasted about 5 minuets before I filled Vera's ass with my cum, just as my cock was slipping from this tight orifice Vera also had a orgasm. I decided to see just how kinky Maureen was so I managed to position myself so that she could take my cock in her mouth which to my delight she did. Maureen used her lips and tongue to clean my cock of the cum and other matter from Vera's ass. The four of us were pretty well exhausted at this point from all the drink and sex so we decided to call it a day. I kissed Vera as Maureen kissed Sam good night. Maureen asked if she could stay at my place as she didn't want to go home and explain why she looked so used. I admit she did look like she had been ridden hard and put up wet so I agreed. When we got to my place we both wanted a shower so we decided to save water and shower together we washed each other with special attention to the interior of Maureen's pussy and my dick. After our shower we crawled into my bed where I asked Maureen how she liked sex with a black guy. She said that it was exciting because it was taboo. She also said that if she had been blindfolded she would not have noticed any difference between him and other guys she had fucked. I asked if she had liked Vera eating her and she said that was great, that I was good but Vera was superb, that she had never experienced any thing like it. And yes she liked my ass fucking and the thought of her sucking my dick straight from her ass was so nasty and perverted that she had an orgasm every time she thought about it. She also said that me licking her asshole was a great turn on and that next time she expected me to lick my cum from her ass just like I did her pussy. I wasn't too keen on that idea but I didn't say any thing at that time. I woke up around 9 on Sunday morning, Maureen was lying on her back with her legs spread showing her pussy. I hadn't realized how red and thick her pubic was, but this was the first time I really got to see her in a good light. She had a treasure trail of hair from her navel to her bush, this was really sexy. I tore myself away from this beautiful site and went to make some coffee. Shortly Maureen came into the kitchen, she was nude and so was I but she looked better. Maureen has tiny tits, but her nipples would look large on a "D" cup tit. I have ever experienced nipples that large before or after. She came over and kissed me and asked when the coffee would be ready. I poured her a cup and asked how she felt? We were drinking our coffee when some how the subject of sex came up. Maureen asked me if I had ever had sex with Sam, I asked what she meant by sex, she said have you ever sucked his cock. No I haven't, but we have jerked each other off a couple of times, and as you know I have tasted his cum and he has tasted mine the same way. But to be honest I have thought about it. She then asked if I had ever had a guy give me a blow job, this time I answered yes and I returned the favor and no I am not queer. I then explained the situation. When I was in Labrador I was sent to a radar site with 1 other guy, we were there for 30 days alone and so to relive our sexual tensions we would suck each other and yes I enjoyed it. Maureen said that she would like to watch me with Sam sometime. I asked her if she had ever eaten a pussy before, other than last night. She said that she and her sister had eaten each other for a long time but that it wasn't as good as with Vera. I then asked her about her marriage, did she have oral sex with him. She explained he thought that oral sex was an act against nature and they only had sex in the missionary position and only in the dark. She was never allowed to be nude around him even when he wanted sex and she never saw his cock. He would pull her night gown above her vagina and insert his cock and pump her about 30 seconds, cum and get up and go to the bathroom and wash. When he came out of the bath he would send her in to wash herself before he would her allow her back in the bed. Maureen said that she started having sex at a very young age and in order to get satisfaction she was screwing lots of other guys while her husband was at work. She had a list of guys she could call and meet for a quickie or a full day of wild sex. After a year of being married her husband got wise to her infidelities and got a divorce. To celebrate Maureen got 6 of her lovers together and enjoyed a gangbang that lasted 5 hours. I inquired about the gangbang and what had gone on. She started by taking on 3 of the guys at the same time, 1 in each orifice and that was fantastic, then she fucked and sucked them until nobody could get hard. At one time she had 2 of the guys in her pussy at the same time and tried to suck 2 others while jerking the other 2. Maureen admitted that she enjoyed multiple partners and had been involved in several gangbangs. I asked her how she had avoided getting pregnant or did she make the guys wear a rubber. She said that she hated rubbers and that she loved the feeling of cum in her and running down the crack of her ass or in her mouth. And she didn't know why she had never gotten pregnant. I asked if she had ever had more than 6 guys at once. She then volunteered that she had fucked at least 75 or a 100 different guys. To my surprise I had developed an erection from all this talk and the pictures appearing in my mind. I picked Maureen up and put her on the table then sat down in my chair and started licking and sucking her twat. I kept this up until she told me to fuck her so I stood up and entered her and started a furious fuck. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me into her as hard as she could. I was amazed at how good her pussy felt, it was like I was fucking a near virgin, not someone who had fucked maybe a hundred guys. I out did myself as I lasted at least 30 minuets before I had a dam busting orgasm. I must have deposited at least a quart of cum in her. When my cock slipped from her vagina she moved down and took it in her mouth and licked and sucked all my cum and her pussy juices from it. After she finished she laid back and told me it was my turn to clean her up. There she was on the dining table with her legs spread and her pussy begging to be eaten. I leaned forward and started licking her thighs and moved to her open cum filled pussy where I started sucking her clit and running my tongue from her asshole back to her pussy. I continued with this until she had another orgasm and that is when I learned that she lost control of her bladder at the same time that she would cum. The stronger the orgasm the more she peed. I found this excited me and I made sure to lick up all the juices in and around her vagina. I can explain my addiction to the taste of a woman's vagina because it is something that I truly love, I enjoy the taste, the smell and the feel of them. As mentioned previously I have eaten women before, during and after they were fucked, during their periods and when they have peed. I prefer a woman with a heavy growth of pubic hair as the hair holds her aroma. I would rather eat a woman who hasn't bathed for a day rather than just after a bath. The older lady [she was 34] I mentioned earlier in this narrative happened to be my aunt and she insisted that this was a normal thing for a gentleman to do to impress his lady. Come to think of it my aunt was very hairy. Aunt Jean also taught me that a woman has as much right to have multiple sex partners and perform as many different sex acts as a man without being considered a slut, whore or any other derogatory name, and I agree, the more experience and the more partners only makes her more desirable at least to me. I will end at this point; the second part will be forth coming if this writing receives a decent response. Part starts with Maureen and me getting married. Maureen One woman I knew stands out for her technique. She had a unique method of bringing a guy to climax, which was obviously well-practiced :} I do have a weakness for women who like to suck cock. And there is a special place in my heart for the ones who take the initiative at the start, going down on me the first time we have sex. Of course, you never can tell quite how it will happen until, well, when it happens. There's usually an element of suspense, even surprise; that's how it happened with one gal I met in California. We had a date, we got along well, and I was interested in more. So was she; she invited me to San Diego, where I met her family, and asked me "to spend a night with the ocean." I couldn't tell what she had in mind, but I figured it would be a hot time. On the beach at La Jolla, it was dark, with very few people around. I was ready when she was. We kissed and fell to the sand as I explored the shape of her body. I moved to unfasten her clothing. But she stopped me, saying it wasn't cool. I was confused. I couldn't have guessed that what she had in mind didn't require her to be undressed. She led me to a secluded place where there some large boulders. One of them was a flat rock; she instructed me lie on it, on my side. Then she lay down next to me -- upside down, as it were! Facing my loins, she pawed at my jeans' zipper. I got her message. I unfastened my belt, unzipped my fly, and slid my briefs down far enough to expose my cock and balls. She took my cock in her mouth, warm and wet. Massaging it with her tongue, it soon swelled in her mouth and became erect. Of course, the first time a woman sucks your cock, you can't be sure where it's going. Will she finish you off? Will she quit? Will she spit? All you can do it wait -- and hope. When I became fully erect, she began to work me in a way I'd never experienced with any woman before (or since). Using just her lips, and holding her tongue back, she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and slid down to the base of the shaft, with just enough friction to cause a delicious feeling to well up inside me. Then she stopped. I don't know if you've noticed, but when a man is stimulated, and then it stops, there's a little throb that occurs in his cock after a few seconds. That means it wants more. That's what she was looking for. When she saw my cock throb, she went down and did it again. Lightly down the shaft, just once. I could feel the fluids building inside my groin. Again she waited for the telltale throb; it happened a little quicker this time. Again she went down, stretching the sking of the shaft just enough to turn me on more. I wanted to cum. Yet again she worked down the length of my cock. By this time it stood up like a swollen, rigid banana. I strained for release as she went down with her mouth. A fifth time, a sixth time; my cock ached, I felt like a dam ready to burst. What she did next caught me completely by surprise. Now she was ready to pull my trigger. Without further ado, she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock and sucked hard, drawing her tongue up on the most sensitive part, the little ridge of skin underneath the head. In a fraction of a second, I exploded. My body arced up like I'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. Still she stayed on it. The first squirt of sperm came out like a firehose at full blast. Again and again I pumped in her mouth, helpless to resist as she absorbed me. When I was spent, she rose up suddenly and thrust her tongue in my mouth; I could taste what she tasted. That was it. Over the next month, she blew me every time we had sex. I think to some extent it was her method of birth control, but she did say she enjoyed the pleasure it gave me. Her technique of bringing me to orgasm was the same, though I now knew what to expect. But it was even more satisfying, since, well, I knew what she wanted, and she knew what I wanted! It was quite a while ago, but I will never forget. Maureen We were lying in bed together, still in the afterglow of our second fuck of the afternoon, and we both knew this was the last time we'd be together like this. Maureen's fingers traced across my face, lingering on my lips. She sighed, then looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you going to write a story about me?" "Maybe. Probably. Would that be okay?" She paused for a few seconds, then answered. "Yes. But..." "But?" "Just be nice. And make me anonymous." "Of course. You're a wonderful, passionate lover. That's the story." She smiled. I felt her other hand reach between us and find my deflated penis, holding it gently and giving it affectionate little squeezes. Could she encourage another erection? "Roll on your back," I told her, and she complied, opening her thighs to my touch. She was oozing my juices. Her clit was still swollen, and my cock was coming back to life. "Do you want me to suck you?" "No," I told her, capturing her clitoris between my forefinger and middle finger, then slipping down and curling into her vagina. Maureen exhaled her familiar deep, throaty groan. "I just want to fuck you again." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It was one of those common Internet stories. We met in an online chatroom. We became good cyberfriends, which later progressed to open flirtation, a few episodes of phone sex, then an agreement to meet for lunch to gauge if we wanted a relationship that was more tactile than textual. And since I was regularly traveling to Maureen's home city for my consulting job, I would have a convenient hotel room at our disposal - which was useful, considering the fact that Maureen was married. We met face to face in front of the restaurant. She had told me that she was a large woman, but I wasn't totally prepared for the reality. I'd only seen headshots of her, never a full body photo. Maureen was six feet plus, which was a few inches taller than me, and I would guess she weighed well over 300 pounds. She had a bulbous pear of a body, with ponderous breasts and thick stumps for legs. She also had dark, smoldering Italian eyes, a bright mind, a quick wit, and a fiery passion. The mild awkwardness quickly eased into a comfortable familiarity. We sat across from one another, talking and evaluating. As the lunch date had approached, we had chatted online about the possibility of making use of my hotel room. "I don't know if I'm ready to have intercourse with you right away," she had typed to me. "Maybe just some oral sex?" How could I object to that? As for safe sex, we assured each other of our disease-free states, and Maureen told me that she was unable to have children. If I wanted to use condoms, she told me, that was fine, but she didn't see the need. And now it was just a matter of who was going to break the ice and broach the subject. Maureen apparently got tired of waiting for me to do it. "We could go somewhere else and sit and continue to talk," she suggested as we waited for the server to bring the check, "or we could just call it a day." She paused, then locked those dark eyes to mine. "Or we could go somewhere private." I heard the sound of breaking ice. Fifteen minutes later we stepped inside my hotel room, and seconds after that the door was bolted and we were standing a few feet from the king-size bed, embracing and kissing and caressing. I couldn't get my arms all the way around her body, and I had to tilt my head upward to reach her lips, but that didn't matter. Maureen was on fire, and so was I. Soon we were naked in bed, skin against skin, flesh against flesh. She had big, floppy breasts with surprisingly small pink nipples, a huge belly, massive hips, only a hint of pubic hair above a bare mons that was mostly hidden between those fleshy thighs and only hinted its presence as a shy slit. Though when my mouth got down there, when her thighs spread wide and her cleft bloomed open and flowed with her nectar, her inflamed pussy was pink and pouty and alive. And her clit was a marvel. It was small at first, but it grew as she became increasingly aroused. Her sighs became moans, her moans became gasps, her gasps became rapidfire pants and guttural groanings and breathy "There! Oh there! Oh God oh God oh God!!" chants. As her climax approached, her clit swelled into a suck-me-hard nubbin the size of the last joint of my little finger. After a few more seconds of swabbing licks and firm sucks, I discovered Maureen's true marvel - her Superwoman-strong kegel clench around my penetrating fingers as her orgasm exploded through her body and ejected my fingers. Maureen's orgasm came in waves, each signaled by three or four seconds of that powerful clenching grip and her loud, exhaled grunt from above my head. Between the clenches, her muscles relaxed for two or three seconds as she hyperventilated to refill her lungs with oxygen, then another clench would begin. The first clench expelled my fingers with its strength, though I managed to reinsert them during the momentary relaxation. I tried my best to keep them there. It is difficult to describe the uniqueness of Maureen's muscular clutch. Some of my lovers have had voluntary control of their kegels, blessing me with little nibbles around my penetrating shaft. Maureen's squeezes weren't gentle. They gave me concern about the prospect of bruises to my erection. I moved upward on her body. Maureen's eyes were wild, her hands tugged at me. I positioned myself between those thick thighs and I strained forward to notch my shaft lengthwise in her flowing slickness. Our eyes locked as my cock stroked between her labia and across that meaty nubbin of a clit, and her hands on my hips gave me her answer about the question of intercourse-vs-no-intercourse. "Inside!" she breathed. "Get inside!" And so I did. My cockhead breached the still-snug ring of muscle at her entrance, discovering her liquid silky heat inside. Deeper, I had to get deeper. Maureen opened her thighs as far as she could manage, bending her knees and holding them back with her hands, and I pressed forward, pushed forward, forced my way forward to get more and more of my cock inside her very snug and very wet snatch. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I tried to find the right position between her thighs, the best position of my body given the size of her tummy, which would allow me to stroke as deep as I desperately wanted to get, to enjoy as much of her delightful cunny to embrace my shaft as I could manage. In, out, in, out. I positioned myself almost upright and caressed her clit with my thumb as I rocked my hips - which, I discovered, was a major winner in her book. That thin muscle ring nibbled around my shaft, though it was a poor shadow of the massive, much broader clench that my fingers had felt during her earlier orgasm. She was getting close, too, which was good timing because I was getting there faster. "Can I ...?" I breathed, and she answered with gasps, "Yes. Yes. Inside. Inside me." I extracted my strumming thumb and steadied myself with outstretched arms and just gave her - maybe more accurately, gave myself - a final few strong, driving thrusts until I jetted my juices as deep as I could get inside her soft silk. Maureen didn't cum that time. She just stared at my face with an open-mouthed broad smile as I pulsed, again and again. When my cock softened and slipped out, I glanced down to see Maureen's vagina oozing my white fluid. I flopped beside her on the bed and kissed her. My free hand caressed her moist skin, face to breasts, belly to thighs to dripping pussy. She kept her legs spread wide. Maureen was a glutton for being touched. = = = = = = = = = = = = She and I went on like that for almost a year. Once a month I'd travel to my job for face-to-face meetings with co-workers and face-to-face sex with Maureen. My first day in town was devoted to Maureen. She'd knock on my hotel room door in the late morning, and we'd spend three hours together in bed. Her first orgasm was always from my mouth - and always with the same explosive clenches, although I'd learned to anticipate them and to keep my fingers happily buried deep. Then we'd fuck. Because of Maureen's size and weight, it was always in the missionary position. She'd spread her thighs wide open in the most delightful way, and I'd nestle between them and stroke my cock up and down her pussylips and still-stiff clitoris. Sometimes I'd stay outside like that until she climaxed a second time, though more often - especially for the first round - she'd reach a hand between her legs and press my shaft downward until I slipped inside and was captured by her snug, furnace-hot slickness. Maureen was a marvel. She was vocal in a throaty, gasping-groaning-moaning way. Her forehead would get damp and stay that way. Her hips would rock upward to meet my downward thrusts, deep and stretching, and her orgasm never needed a verbal announcement. Her breathing quickened, her eyes took on a wild look, and I learned how to anticipate her explosion and to time my final thrust to bury my cock as deep as I could get it and to use my strong legs to fight her Superwoman clench that would otherwise have popped me out. I'd count, one-two-three-four, and hold myself there inside her, then when the clench released for a few seconds and Maureen's hyperventilating breaths restarted, I'd give her another few in-out thrusts, then bury my cock again, just before her next massive clench grabbed around my shaft. And when her orgasm was finished, I'd pound back into her now extra-juicy vagina and unload my own liquid contribution. Afterwards, on one such morning when my heart rate had slowed to a mere hammering thump and my erection had shriveled and departed from her honeyed grasp, I eased off her body and slumped on the bed next to her, my arm slung across her chest below her ample breasts. "Jesus, Maureen, you always make me come so hard." I felt her hand find my penis. Without hesitation her hand embraced its wet, sticky length, then began a gentle, rhythmic caress of subtle squeezes and pulls. "Now where did that big hard thing go?" she whispered. "Can it come out and play again soon?" "Oh, I think you can count on it," I told her. Maureen giggled and nuzzled moist breaths on my neck, her hand working its magic on my penis, my hand finding her still-spread thighs and tracing her juicy folds. A large dollop of semen oozed south, below the opening. I worked the fluids back to her pussy, causing her to moan softly and murmur something indistinct. "Mmm?" I kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, then my lips found hers. "What did you say?" "I was thinking of how I can smell myself on your face. And I was thinking how much you flood me," she said. "Is that bad?" "Oh, no! No, I love it. I love that smell. I love that feeling." "Tell me." I had her fat labia yawning open again. Her clit was stiff and obvious and happy to be played with. I didn't have to look to know she was bright red down there. "Some of the time - well, most of the time - I can feel it when you come. I mean, not just feel your cock throbbing. I can almost always feel that. Unless I'm coming at the same time. But sometimes I can feel your juices. Kind of an extra added warmth, and I feel myself getting more slippery." She paused for a moment. "It's very special. I don't get that at home." Her hand had me half-hard again. As for Maureen, she never stopped being ready for more. "You almost never talk about him, you know." "I know." "I don't mean to pry. Really, it's really none of my business." "No, it's okay," she said. Now she was adding a slight sideways thumb movement that was brushing the base of my cock. "At home I don't get touched very much. And you touch me a lot. And I don't get oral sex." "You know I love doing that. I do it for me as much as do it for you." "I know that." She was squeezing more firmly now. "And he's..." Maureen paused. She was searching for words. "He's what?" "Oh, you men get your egos so easily bruised. I'm trying to think of how to explain this." I was at full staff now. Her fingers loosened their mild grip and began to lightly stroke along the length of my shaft, from base to tip. "Bob," she began, "Bob is bigger than you are." I winced. "But for me that's a big, big negative." "Because?" "Because of lots of things. He's always in a hurry. There's not much foreplay. So I'm tight. And dry. He just sort of wants to get inside me and just - you know. Just get it over with and get back to the tv." "I'm sorry." "Oh, don't be. We've been in this rut for years." "Ouch." "Yes, sometimes 'ouch'." I curled two fingers up inside her. Maureen definitely wasn't tight and dry now. "But with you... Not that you're small!" Her hand clenched around me and held tight for a few seconds. "With you," she continued, "I can feel much more. I can feel you moving inside me." Her hand stroked me to emphasize her words. "I can feel more of your shape. I can feel your cock spreading me open when you first go inside me, and I can feel it moving higher up inside. And you don't bash my cervix and bruise my ovaries." It was time. I rolled on top of her again, hooked my arms behind her knees and raised her vagina into position. Nestling closer, my shaft homed in on the heat of her furrow, gave a few slow strokes to greet her clitoris, then dipped lower. Maureen's heavy lidded eyes grew darker, her mouth pursed with an O of anticipation. My cockhead found the spot. "Oh," she whispered, "Like that..." and my bulbous cockhead parted her labia and inched inward into her silky embrace. Maureen, her body, the bed, my face - it all smelled of sex. Raw, primal sex. Her juices. My juices. "Like that," I echoed her, and then I pushed harder, burying myself in her slickness. "And that," she breathed heavily. "You're hard again." "That shouldn't be news to you," I told her. "You had your hand wrapped around it." "It's not the same," she replied. Her eyes bored in on mine as I began to fuck her. "It's never the same." Maureen came first. My lazy strokes were matched by her soft moans until an internal switch got flipped and her breaths quickened, her eyes closed, and her hips rocked with a "go faster!" rhythm. Red-faced, she climaxed with a groaning, pleasured release and clenched long and strong around my cock that was buried deep and rooting in stretching circles. I felt all-powerful, rock-hard and in full control, and Maureen's involuntary squeezes weren't going to drag me over the cliff - at least not yet. Maureen's vagina had gone from creamy to liquid. My thighs pressed hers high, my hands held hers above her head, and I fucked her with steady, assertive thrusts. "I love your cock," she breathed, and I notched up my tempo. I knew her body. When she was turned on like that, she was going to pop again, and soon. I took her there. Again and again, gradually faster and faster, harder and harder until my pubic bone was thwacking against her inflamed pussylips. This time Maureen's climax was a long, sustained peak of grunting, gasping breaths, a stiffened body and frozen face, and an upper vagina that quivered against my shaft as I held myself deep inside her. And then I was ready to let go. I restarted slow strokes. Maureen's eyes reopened and focused on mine. Her face was flushed. Strands of hair glued to her perspiring forehead. Her mouth pursed open. "Do you feel how hard you make me?" I asked. "Come for me," she gasped. She didn't need to ask twice. I found the rhythm that I knew would get me there, those deep thrusts with just the right side to side movements. "Give it to me," she breathed. "Hot and sticky." I smiled at her, and she nodded back. My buildup was slow, but the end result was inevitable. It began deep in my abdomen and expanded into an all-body aura. My cock stiffened into its final rigid glory. I dug my knees into the mattress and strained my hips forward and exploded that first glorious jetting stream of white fire. Maureen's magical kegels gripped around the base of my shaft and clamped down. My second spurt forced its way through. She released her clench, I spurted again, then she reasserted her grip in time to welcome my next pulse. "I feel it," she spoke to me with her whispers and her eyes, urging me onward, "I feel it. I feel it." My spurts weakened, Maureen's kegels relaxed their hugs, and we clung together, both of us spent. Maureen's fingers slid up and down my moist back. We kissed, we nuzzled, we whispered sweet nothings into each other's ear, and for a few minutes I forgot about her husband. Maureen (Aunt Mary and Uncle John) This story is a complete fantasy and no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain. * I had always had a lovely well cared for home. My mother Helen and father Henry were ideal parents and looked after my every need. My mother would drum into me "Maureen, you must show everyone true respect and sincerity and it will have its own rewards." I could see from simply observing their way of life that this really was the right way to behave. I followed their example and everyone would comment that I was an ideal daughter. This was gratifying but it was also important for me to show modesty and respect. Then my life fell apart. My mother and father both passed away in a tragic car accident and I was 16 years old and on my own. Then my Uncle John and Aunty Mary came to the rescue. Aunty Mary was my mother's sister and had always been close to her. Uncle John was a lovely man and everybody respected him. It wasn't the same but I was grateful. Life settled down again and my Aunt and Uncle really took good care of me and encouraged me with my schooling and then paid out a small fortune sending me to university. When I was 22 years old I was in a great job in the City with wonderful prospects. My Aunt and Uncle were so proud of me. Then it started to go wrong. I just lost it, and went off the rails. I thought I could do anything and took drugs and drink like there was no tomorrow. The final heart break for my Aunt and Uncle was when I married a no good drunkard. Aunty Mary was distraught, but I didn't care and didn't even invite them to the wedding. Uncle John was so angry at my ingratitude, but there was nothing he could do. His poor wife was in tears for months. Then the waster who married me took my money and vanished. At the same time the Credit Crunch occurred and I was left without a job and without a home and owed the banks an astronomical amount. Reality. I was destitute. I was so embarrassed and humiliated when I turned up one evening at my Aunty's door pleading for help. Aunt Mary was quite bitter and said nothing but did let me in for a few minutes. I was so ashamed that I just sat in front of them, expecting a tremendous row. My Aunt and Uncle just stared at me and said nothing. They were too angry. Finally I broke down and pleaded with them to take me in. I had nowhere to turn. They still said nothing. Aunt Mary told me coldly, "You are an utter disgrace to your parents and to us. You deserve nothing. You look filthy and had better go for a shower whilst your Uncle and I discuss whether we are prepared to do anything for you." When I returned to the lounge I felt terrified and nervous. I was relieved to see a cup of tea and some fairy cakes waiting for me. Aunty Mary spoke. She was utterly detached saying "Uncle John has said you can stay here and he will get you a menial job as a clerk working for one of his friends. It is ridiculous and shameful for you to be doing that, bearing in mind your magnificent education and qualifications, but there you are. You will not be treated as our niece. You will be treated as a lodger." I simply muttered "Yes I understand Aunty. I deserve it." Uncle John intervened "You don't understand half of it, Maureen." He turned to his wife saying "Explain everything to the little slut Dear." Mary nodded and went on "You cannot be treated as an adult so you will be treated like the silly little girl you are. You will dress normally when you go to work but when you return you will change into your old school uniform." I panicked "But Aunty when I was 16 it was rather small. Now I am 24 and a lot bigger." Aunt Mary said dispassioately "That's quite right Maureen. The decision is yours." I knew I had no option, but before I could accept John told my Aunt "Tell her everything." Aunty Mary nodded "Yes Dear. I agree. She needs to fully understand." She turned back to me. I was waiting in trepidation "You will not be allowed out in the evenings unless we take you to a party with our special friends. Even then you will be in your short school clothes. At weekends you will wear the pretty little silk dress and the accessories you used to like when you were a little girl." I gulped. I was always puzzled about the parties my mother and father went to with their posh friends and some of our relatives. I was always kept well away. I knew I couldn't object to the clothes but did manage "I used to wear the little pink dress when I was ten." Aunt Mary nodded. I carried on in a daze "My friends used to call it my pretty little Shirley Temple dress. Everybody could see my frilly pink knickers." Mary looked at me sternly. "We still have your little pink knickers. They looked nice with shiny buckle up shoes and snow white socks and your pretty little dress. When we take you to parties with our special friends you will be quite popular." I nodded. I knew that my Aunt and Uncle and my mother and father used to go to special parties with their friends from church but never knew much about them. They were a sort of secret and taboo. I had to accept. Aunty Mary told me "Go upstairs and have a proper bath Maureen and then to your old bedroom, I will put your clean clothes out." After my lovely bath I reached my old bedroom I felt so relieved. It was so warm and comfortable exactly like the old days. It was like heaven after the painful times of the last 2 years. I felt so happy for the first time in ages. There was a lovely cuddly teddy bear on the pillow. Then I had a shock. Whilst I had been in the bath Aunt Mary had set my clothes out on the bed. It was my old school uniform. I wanted to cry but realized that I had let everyone down so badly that it would get me nowhere. I could see it was just not the uniform. It was my shoes, socks and even my old blue school knickers. I slowly put my new clothes on and made my way back down to the lounge I felt like a 24 year old schoolgirl. I knew things were completely different from the old days and politely knocked on the lounge door. I heard Uncle John bellow "You can come in." I pushed the door open and they looked at me in absolute silence. I had a short black skirt and blue blouse and striped tie on. I knew my clothes were too small and I was bulging out everywhere. My skirt and blouse was straining to keep me all in. I just hoped it was acceptable as I stood in front of my Aunt and Uncle. Aunt Mary looked at her husband "What do you think Dear?" He nodded "It will do for now, but we will have to shorten her skirt for some of our parties. The men will insist on it." My Aunt nodded "I was thinking that, and probably tighten her blouse and a smaller brassiere. Should lift her up a bit. My friends will like her like that, especially Mrs Williams." I saw my Uncle nod. Then he asked "What about her underwear?" Mary was ready "Her old school panties. The blue cotton ones." "Do they still fit?" Mary laughed" Yes, just about. Even when she was young she had a big bottom, just like my sister." John chuckled "Helen had a big bum. I liked playing with her bum." Aunt Mary laughed. I was amazed that my Aunt was talking about my mother in this way. My mother was such a refined lady and respected by everyone. She simply asked him "Do you want to see her panties?" He smiled "Yes, let's have a look at this big bum of hers." My Aunt laughed again and told me "Pull your skirt up Maureen and turn around and drop your drawers and show Uncle John your bottom." I almost objected but thought about the alternative of being without money or a home and being destitute. I shut my mouth and turned around and pulled my knickers down. I heard him laugh "Her ass has got bigger. Look at the split between her buttocks." My Aunt giggled "She always had a big ass when she was in school. It's like her mothers now." I could hardly believe that this was my Aunt Mary and my Uncle John talking about me and referring to my mothers bottom. I was holding my panties around my knees as I had to listen to them. They had always looked after me so well and been genuinely kind. This was so different. My Aunt spoke to him "John are you going to spank her like her mother. You always liked it." He chuckled "Just as you did her wimpy father." They both laughed. They were talking about my mother and my father. Aunt Mary told me "Maureen, bring the cane on the settee to your Uncle." My eyes opened wide in fright as I saw the cane lying there, It was difficult with my panties around my knees but I shuffled over to it and then shuffled to my Uncle full of trepidation. As I handed him the cane, my panties dropped around my ankles. My Aunt started to laugh as I desperately bent over and tried to drag them back up. Uncle John snapped "Leave them, Maureen, and stay bent over." I felt so stupid when he started to strike my buttocks. My main humiliation was because he wasn't hurting me. He was just stroking my bum and sometimes sliding the shiny cane between my thighs across my secret place. It wasn't unpleasant but it was embarrassing. My Uncle was just enjoying himself messing around with me. Suddenly he said "We don't want to do too much tonight Mary. But before we send her to bed do you want to play with her. I would like to watch." My Aunt smiled and nodded. She made herself comfortable on the settee and then patted her own lap in readiness. My Uncle told me "Pull your panties up Maureen and lie across your Aunt's lap." My Aunt had always had a large bosom but now it seemed enormous as I lay on my tummy across her lap and felt her pull the back of my dress up. Again she didn't hurt me. She was really gently smacking my buttocks and the tops of my legs making them pinky. She seemed to be pressing her breasts into my my bottom as she was stroking me. Then she started to rub her large bosom rhythmically across my buttocks and her breathing was becoming hoarse. I could feel her nipples on my bottom. As she fondled me I sensed my Uncle John moving next to her and I could hear his heavy breathing as he watched. Actually, they were both breathing very loudly as she squeezed my bottom cheeks. My Aunt whispered loudly to him "Come closer, I am going to pull her knickers down." He muttered "Yes." He added "I liked taking her mothers panties off." She murmured sympathetically "Never mind Dear. We have her daughter now." With my panties down she kept playing with my buttocks and talking casually about my bum split and things. My Uncle was breathing very heavily and I heard his zip go. My Aunt said to him "You like looking at her bum don't you Dear?" "Its gorgeous Mary." I heard her laugh and say "Look at this Love." I felt her hold my buttocks and separate them. He murmured "I always fancied her bum. But to be honest I like it all." He said it in such a suggestive way. My Aunt must have thought about his reply because she went quiet for a few moments and then giggled "I think I know what you want John." He sighed, "Yes Mary." "Do you want me to show you her cunt, John?" This was appalling. She didn't have to wait for an answer as his breathing and sounds said it all. I felt her moving me on her lap and adjusting my bottom cheeks. My Aunt giggled "She is trying to keep her legs shut but you can still see it John." I could hear him rubbing himself rhythmically and listened as he said "Yes I can see it between the tops of her chubby thighs and her fat buttocks. It's like an over ripe plum." My Aunt thought this was so funny as she giggled "I like that. An over ripe plum." He must have been excited as he gasped "Yes Mary. It's as if her red plum has burst and split and it has a vertical split. It is puffy and pinky. It's exactly like her mother's." My Aunt was still tickled with his talk about the plum and giggled "Your friends will enjoy filling her plum with some warm cream." "Dr Johnson will fill her up and so will Father Michael." As I lay over my Aunt Mary's lap I was horrified to hear them talking about the Family Doctor and my old priest like that. It filled me with foreboding. I heard my Uncle moan and realized he had cum. My Aunt was also excited and I felt her fingers being inserted. She was making me wet. I spasmed and spasmed. I heard my Uncle leave for the bathroom and after a minute or so my Aunt told me to get up and pull my panties up. Later on we all had supper. They didn't speak to me a lot but they weren't being cruel. I was a sort of nothing. My Uncle did ask my Aunt in front of me "What did you think of her Mary?" She looked appraisingly at me and then told him "She gets quite wet like my sister." He nodded "I always noticed her mother would cum several times whenever I fucked her." I couldn't keep quiet any longer "Excuse me Aunty. Are you talking about my mother? Your sister Helen?" I felt I had to be sure. She looked at me coldly. I thought she wasn't even going to answer me but she said "Yes we are, Maureen." I was still confused "But Uncle John said he... he.. he mounted her." Aunt Mary nodded "Yes he did." I was totally confused and said "But he is your husband Aunty Mary. He's part of the family." My Aunt nodded. My Uncle interrupted "You should understand Maureen. I fucked you mother many times. So did her brothers." He went on "Outside the family she was a respectable and well loved teacher. Actually we all loved her within the family too. It was just that inside the family we all used to fuck her. She was a sort of family fuck toy." I couldn't take it all in and gasped "But what about my father Henry. He was a Head Master. Everybody respected him and looked up to him?" My Aunt Mary smiled " Poor Little Henry." She turned to me and smiled sympathetically "Your father did have some little fetishes Maureen. He had a few serious weaknesses which we all used to help him with." I groaned. Things were getting worse. I think she was genuinely trying to explain when she said "Your father had a tiny penis and needed special help." I shook my head in bafflement that she should talk about Daddy in this way. Uncle John made it worse "I may as well tell you Maureen that within the family your father was known as 'The Little Prick'." TO BE CONTINUED. Maureen: Lust Unleashed Hi Everyone! Sorry it has been a while since I posted anything, but here goes! It may help to read the first installment of "Maureen", before reading Part two. Cheers! * * * * * Maureen felt free and confident, slipping in and out of traffic as she sped down the main drag towards downtown. She knew there were lesbian bars in such a big city, but did not have the slightest clue where they were located. "Lesbian bars," she repeated in her mind. Maureen thought for a moment about changing her mind, altering her course, going to dinner by herself, and then visiting a familiar dance club. "No, fuck it," she said aloud. She kept on driving, past row upon row of strip malls, still heading downtown. In the distance she could see the bright pink sign "Pussycats", a well-known strip bar. It seemed to her that a strip club would be as good a place as any to start with. She pulled in, parked, locked her car, and went inside. The girl working the door quickly looked her up and down, seemingly approving of her tight jeans, white blouse, and high-heels. At this time of the evening, there were not that many patrons there yet, so Maureen felt rather comfortable. She took a seat at the bar, and after ordering a martini, surveyed the scene around her. It seemed to her a typical adult club, with a raised stage, and two runways for the girls to dance. Two dancers were showing their stuff onstage, to the amusement of a group of men sitting between the two runways. "Hi, can I sit with you?" Maureen turned to see a young, attractive blonde take a seat at the empty bar stool next to her. "Yes, certainly. No...uh...I mean, sure, go ahead." "Thanks. I just have to get off my feet for a few minutes. My names Angel," the blonde said. "Maureen. Nice to meet you," she replied. "Waiting on someone?" Angel asked as she lit up a cigarette. "No, just decided to go somewhere different for a change. Nice place, too." "Oh, thanks. I have been working here about...let's see...six weeks now. I like it, and the money is good," Angel explained. "You seem really young," Maureen continued, instantly regretting what she had said. "Well, thanks. I get that a lot. I'm twenty-one. And you?" "Thirty-five." "Wow, I would have guessed in your twenties, at least," Angel complimented. Minutes passed, and the two women exchanged small talk. "Angel, can I ask you something, and you won't freak out or anything?" Maureen said. "Sure. I have heard just about everything." "Ok. I am not sure how to ask this, so I will just say it. Do you know where there are any gay bars? Lesbian bars, to be specific." Angel smiled broadly. "I had a feeling you were going to ask me something like that." "Well?" "Honey, I know where they're ALL at!" Maureen breathed a sigh of relief. Angel placed her hand on Maureen's leg, and leaned over closer to her. "My name's Kristen, just to let you know. I have to dance one more dance, and then I am off work at seven. I have been here since noon, and it's my night off. I was planning on hitting the bars anyways, so we can go together, ok?" "Sounds great, Kristen," Maureen eagerly replied. Just then, the song that was playing wound down, and the disc jockey announced the next dancer, Kelly. "That's my cue, baby," Kristen told Maureen. "I am up after this girl. Back in a little while." Maureen watched Kristen prance off, and she admired the young woman's tiny outfit. A white see-through teddy barely hid her breasts, and a white thong and heels finished off the getup. She ordered another martini, and gazed at the two dancers moving erotically on each runway. Closing her eyes, she felt the first pangs of arousal, and shortly thereafter, the faintest feelings of wetness. She briefly looked down to see the hard nubs of her nipples showing through her blouse. "Damn, I do want it so," she thought outloud. When Kristen appeared onstage, she watched her intently, gazing at the blonde's wonderful body, trembling ever so slightly when Kristen stripped out of her teddy. She watched every move that Kristen made, and as the second of Kristen's two songs wound down, she willed herself to mentally snap out of it. With the music moving into the next song, Kristen strutted her way up to Maureen. "Give me about five minutes, ok?" Kristen said. "Sure," Maureen answered. The women decided to take Maureen's car, and soon they were motoring toward their next destination. They exchanged small talk, learning the basics about each other. "So where are we going, anyway?" Maureen asked. "You'll love this place. It's called the Oasis...kind of a hidden hole in the ground. It's right downtown." "Sounds good to me." "So, are you single?" Kristen asked. "Very, very single." "You will definitly have fun, then. There are always a ton of single girls here. I have a girlfrriend, and you'll get to meet her." It was nearly 7:30 as Maureen pulled her car into a parking lot behind a row of buildings. The Oasis was in the middle of a strip mall, and the entrance was in the rear. She glanced at Kristen, who had changed into a tight mini-skirt, tube-top, and heels, and Maureen couldn't help but feel a hidden desire for her, even though she knew now that Kristen had a girlfriend. Kristen led the way, strutting confidently into the Oasis. Maureen's heart was pounding like a drum now. They passed a muscular woman working the door, and she just nodded at Kristen, waving them both in. Maureen was nervous, but excited. As the scene unfolded before her, Maureen let her eyes wander about the bar. There were two pool tables to the left of her, several tables in the middle of the room, and the bar was toward the rear. Women of all descriptions were everywhere to be found. Walking toward the bar, Kristen turned to her. "Definitly the after-work crowd, honey," she said to Maureen. "I guess so," Maureen replied. She could feel the eyes on her as she followed Kristen. Luckily, there were two open barstools, right in the center of the right-angled bar, and they eased into them. "So, is your girlfriend here?" Maureen asked. "No, not yet," Kristen replied. "She is a lawyer, and she had some kind of party to go to, until about 9 o'clock. She should be here around 9:30 or so. Her name's Rebecca." "I see. Been with her long?" "Almost a month or so. I met her at the strip club. You will like her, and she is a lot like you, in a way. A little older, but totally hot!" Maureen began to watch all the other women in the bar. And that is what it was...all women. "Do men ever come in here, at all?" She asked. "Never. This is a private club. Women only." "Wow," was all Maureen said. "Look sweetie, this is a total lesbian club, and you can find anything you want here. It's a place for women to pick up women, and as attractive as you are, and as new as you are, you won't have any trouble meeting someone." Kristen replied. "So, what'll it be, ladies?" Kristen and Maureen turned, and the bartender was waiting on them. "Oh, Hi Miranda. This is my new friend Maureen." Miranda just glanced at Maureen, giving her a quaint smile. Miranda was in her forties, short black hair, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "Do a shot, Maureen? Kristen asked. "Sure. Tequila for me, and a dry martini. No, make that a draft beer...any kind." "Same for me," Kristen added. The bar was still filling up, and smoke filled the air, the jukebox beating out several Madonna songs. The beers and shots arrived, and Maureen and Kristen shared a toast to beautiful women. Maureen was meeting women left and right, being approached form all sides, each woman seeming to take turns talking to her. She began to feel much more relaxed, and after doing another tequila shot, much more aroused. The bars, the women, her feelings, were all searing a spot deep in her soul. This is what she wanted. She began to readily accept it. She wanted this so incredibly bad. Suddenly a dark-haired woman made her way toward Kristen, finally taking her hand, and planting a deep kiss on Kristen's lips. Just the sight of that made Maureen quiver. It had to be Rebecca. Maureen looked her up and down, taking in the image of her stilleto heels, tight white mini-skirt, and plunging black top, which showed off her healthy breasts. Kristen introduced them, and Rebecca moved to Maureen, giving her a huge hug. The feeling of their breasts pushing together sent chills up Maureen's spine. Kristen then asked Miranda for another round of shots, and three more beers. Maureen was having a blast. The night continued on, with Maureen meeting more and more women, so many of them touching her, flirting with her, huge smiles all around her. For quite some time Kristen and Rebecca had disappeared, but then Maureen spotted them over by the pool tables, kissing heavily in the corner. The fire continued to rage inside of Maureen's body; the music resonated in her ears, the shots wiping out her inhibitions. She stood, turned toward the bar, and began to sway back and forth to the music, watcing Miranda as she worked. Maureen wanted to make the women notice her even more, and she swayed her ass to and fro. She knew it was her best "asset", and she pictured herself dancing as Kristen in the strip club. Suddenly, the noticed a different motion, off to her right, and she watched in awe as a short young blonde eased her way up onto the bar, and began to dance, her hands placed on the ceiling for balance. Several women hooted and hollared as the girl began to grind to the "Dixie Chicks" tune that was pounding out from the jukebox. She wore only short shorts, tennis shoes, and a white tank top, her nipples poking out through the material. It was plain to see she wore no bra, and her pretty titties were attracting quite a crowd. Rebecca and Kristen appeared on each side of her, pushing closely beside her. "Why don't you dance, Maureen?" Kristen prodded. "I would love to," Maureen replied. "If you feel like it, you can strip down to your panties in here, if you are wearing any," Kristen added. Maureen smiled broadly, handed her purse to Kristen, and practically jumped up onto the bar. After taking a moment or two to get her balance, she began to dance, moving to the music, swaying back and forth, she loved every second of it. There were no second thoughts, no inhibitions in her mind. The jukebox continued to blast the music, and now most of the women in the bar were watching her and her blond co-dancer. Maureen and her finally exchanged quick glances and smiles, and it was at this moment that the blonde peeled off her white t-shirt and tossed it into the crowd. Maureen's eyes went wide as she gazed at the blonde's full breasts, and suddenly she heard the chant's of "take it off" being directed at her. She didn't need that much encouragement at this point; Maureen began to slowly unbutton her blouse, and the hoots and howls grew louder. She slid the top off, and tossed it to Kristen and Rebecca, who were both grinning from ear to ear. Maureen seemed to be hypnotized by the music. She strutted down the bar, meeting her blonde friend directly in the middle. They danced and swayed together now, and Maureen couldn't take her eyes off the blonde's pretty breasts. "I know you like what you see. I'm Jules," the blonde said, leaning into Maureen's neck. All Maureen could say was, "I'm Maureen," as she swooned. The temperature in the bar seemed to Maureen like it had just risen twenty degrees. She felt very hot, in more ways than one. Maureen was now the victim of an uncontrollable urge to take off her clothes. In seconds her white bra was off, and she tossed it into the crowd. As the music and the screaming grew, Maureen basked in the attention she was receiving. She had never felt so thrilled, so powerful, in her entire life. Jules grabbed Maureen, her arms wrapping around her waist, her full breasts mashing into Maureen's 34B's. The blonde's shoulder-length straight hair tossed limply around her face. The feeling of her fleshy tits rubbing against her own caused Maureen to gasp in delight. Maureen's mind went blank; her eyes stared blankly at Jules. The crowd of women seemed to quiet somewhat, entranced by the spark of lust exhibited by the two women dancing slowly on the bar. Jules' lips parted, and she enveloped Maureen's mouth with her own. Maureen purred like a kitten as their tongues swirled together. The kiss only lasted a few moments, but to Maureen, it seemed like hours. Jules broke off the kiss, and looked Maureen in the eye. "We can't get too wild, at least not here. Keep dancing." Maureen nodded, and danced back toward the middle of her side. She looked to see that Jules was now taking off her shorts, her firm ass bared for the crowd, her pussy hidden only by a tiny red g-string. Maureen kicked off her high-heels, and slowly peeled off her jeans. As she stepped out of them, she relished the fact that she was now naked for the bar, except for the white cotton thong that barely covered her pussy. She squatted down on her feet, sitting upright, directly in front of Kristen, who was being held by Rebecca, who was standing behind her. Both women were looking directly between Maureen's legs, eyes wide, grinning broadly. Maureen took a quick glance herself, and she could see what had grabbed their attention. Her white thong was entirely soaked, matting against her dark mass of fur, effectively making her thong a see-through version. This only served to arouse her even more, and she began to dance again, only more seductively, more erotically. She loved being nearly naked in front of all of these people. She felt a tapping on her ankle, and looked down to see Miranda motioning her to come closer. The bartender then told her that there was only one rule: don't touch her pussy. Maureen nodded, but now, instead of dancing more, she simply laid down on the bar, her right leg drooping over the side, and she raised her arms over her head, thinking of herself as an object of feminine desire. She thought to herself, barely hearing the music playing now, "This is it. I love this. I want this." Hands pawed her body, caressed her breasts, and tickling her feet. Her pussy was completely aflame now, and she began to think of Jules. Standing, Maureen could see Jules working her way back toward her now and the met again in the center of the bar. Maureen took her in a bear hug, her right thigh pushing between Jules' legs, and Jules did the same to her. Both women groaned at the added stimulation, and the two exhibtionists began another hot, wet kiss. The loud rap song that was playing provided the perfect background for the bumping and grinding that they began to do at that moment. The women stopped kissing long enough for Jules to look into Maureen's eyes. "Live alone?" Jules asked her. "Yes, oh yes." Maureen answered. She was teetering on the edge now as she rode Jules' thigh. "I'm going home with you then." "Oh shit...yes...I want you to." Jules and Maureen gripped each other tighly, and they began to wide the waves of orgasm. Maureen went over the edge first, looking of Jules' shoulder to a blurry photo on the wall. She groaned loudly, her orgasm coursing through her body. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." Jules stammered. Her body shuddered as she climaxed, the globes of her tits rubbing completely over Maureen's chest. For a full three minutes the two women clutched and pawed each other, to the extreme delight of the crowd. Finally, Miranda got their attention. "Okay you two lovebirds, times up," she told them. Jules looked at Maureen. "Get dressed, and meet me at the pool tables in five minutes," she instructed. Maureen nodded, and slid down off the bar into the waiting arms of Kristen. "My oh my, you were fantastic!" Kristen shouted to her. "You need to come work with me, baby!" Maureen smiled, and a couple of different women handed her jeans, blouse, bra, and heels to her. Maureen dressed quickly, and told Kristen and Rebecca she would return shortly. She made her way to the pool tables, and she saw Jules sitting at a small table, enjoying a cigarette. Maureen leaned over to her, kissing her on the cheek. "I am ready when you are, baby," Maureen told her. "Lets go!" Jules replied. Hand in hand the two new friends left the bar. Maureen didn't even bother saying goodbye to Rebecca and Kristen. She knew she would see them again. Maureen and Jules talked excitedly on the way home, sharing personal details of each other's lives, talking about what they had just done at the bar, and making each other more aroused by the second. It wasn't long before they pulled up in front of Maureen's house. "Wow. Nice pad," Jules told her. "Thanks. I like it." Maureen looked at her watch as they entered the front door, and it read 1:28am. They walked into the kitchen, and Maureen poured a glass of white wine for each of them. The effects of the beer and tequila she had consumed earlier were definitly wearing off. She handed Jules one of the glasses and said, "A toast." "A toast," Jules replied. "To beautiful women," Maureen added. "To beautiful women," Jules returned. Both took deep sips, and Maureen looked at her again. "To gorgeous tits, like yours," she said. "To my tits!" Jules exclaimed. Again they drank deeply from their glasses. "Be right back, baby," Maureen told her. She then moved into her living room, unlocked the glass sliding doors, opened them, and walked out onto the large back deck. She then lifted off the cover from the jaccuzi, and turned the jets on, knowing it would only be a few moments for the water to become warm. Walking back into the kitchen, she set her glass down, and once again Jules and her were in each other's arms. They kissed, and Maureen could taste the tobacco on Jules' lips. Although she rarely smoked, Maureen found the taste to be intoxicating. She drank in the taste of Jules' mouth, savoring it, running her tongue all over her teeth. "Gosh, you taste so delicious," Maureen said, breaking the kiss. "So do you baby." "Can I have one of your cigarettes?" Maureen asked. They sat at the kitchen table, and Jules handed Maureen one of her Marlboro Lights. She lit it for her, and watched as Maureen inhaled slowly, blew out the smoke, coughed slightly, and smiled at her. "I don't smoke very often, but I am definitly enjoying this one," Maureen said. As the kitchen filled with smoke, Maureen and Jules continued talking and teasing. Maureen couldn't take her eyes off of Jules' breasts, the nipples hard behind the thin layer of her men's style tank top. Maureen mashed the cigarette down into the only small ashtray she owned, and felt flushed, her cheeks turning red. Her pussy seemed to pulse in her jeans, and she felt increasing waves of arousal. She felt high, just from smoking one half of a cigarette. Jules looked closely at her, knowing she was becoming more and more aroused. Maureen's nipples were so clearly visible through her shirt and bra, and her eyes were glazed, staring at her. "You want me, don't you Maureen? You need to feel me, don't you?" Jules teased. "Yes...yes, I do," Maureen whispered. "You want to feel my tits, don't you? I know you want them. You want to kiss them all over, don't you?" "Yes, oh god yes...I do..." "Know what? I like older women like you, even though you are only ten years older than I am. How many girlfriends have you had?" "None. You are the first," Maureen answered. Jules was surprised by her answer. This is one thing they didn't talk about on the ride from the bar to Maureen's house. "Are you excited by what we did at the bar tonight?" Maureen: Lust Unleashed Maureen simply nodded her head vigorously. She was becoming enamoured with this young woman. There was something about her that was drawing her so close. She was totally relaxed, and utterly helpless. "Well, welcome to my world, Maureen," Jules said, leaning closer to her. "I love to be the teacher, and I am going to teach you so many new things, so many wonderful ways to make love. I don't think you are going to be thinking about men any time soon. So, what's outside?" "My jacuzzi," Maureen told her, rallying enough strength just to get the words out. "Ohhhhhhh, kewl! Let's go!" Jules grabbed her purse, and Maureen picked up both glasses of wine. Once outside, she set them down on the table attached to the hot tub, and began to strip off her clothes. She turned, and could see Jules doing the same thing. Then they faced each other, eyeing each other's bodies. Jules' breasts looked even bigger to her, the nipples hard, calling to her. Jules was looking at the patch of fur between her legs. "I love that look, Maureen. I love a furry pussy," Jules said, breathing heavily. With that, the two women slid into the jacuzzi, feeling the hot water consume their bodies. Maureen fell into Jules' arms, and began to lovingly kiss and caress her girlfriend's titties. Jules love it, and she could tell that Maureen was hopelessly attracted to her chest. Maureen ravished them, kissed them, sucked the nipples, and rubbed them all over her face. It was heaven for Jules and for Maureen as well. Maureen raised up, and once again the new lovers shared a wet kiss. Jules positioned Maureen next to her in a posture where Maureen was kneeling on one of the underwater platforms, facing the edge of the hot tub, her ass up and above the swirling water. Jules then moved behind her, placing her breasts all over Maureen's ass, slipping and sliding all over her round buns. Maureen was whining now, totally turned on, and she spread her legs as wide as she could. The feeling of Jules' tits rubbing on her ass was pure heaven. "Oh my god, Jules...unnnnghhhhhhh...yes...oh fuck...that feels so good!" she groaned. "Yes baby. You love it, you love my titties, so big and full for you, rubbing all over that ass." Jules paused for a second, and backing off slightly, took the cheeks of Maureen's ass in her hands. Jules' heart was pounding as the moonlight reflected off Maureen's round flesh. She began to lick her cheeks, running her tongue up and down, and then she began to kiss Maureen's ass. "Oh...fuck...yesssssssssssss," Maureen hissed. Never in her life had she felt so aroused, so totally on fire. Jules paused again, taking in the view of her new lover's body. The dark hair of her pussy trailed in a thin line up between her cheeks to her ass, where sparse hair surrounded the hole. Jules loved ass, and Maureen's was stunning. Jules couldn't hold out any long, and she slid under Maureen slightly, her extended tongue rising up to swirl in circles around Maureen's exposed clit. The pleasure was overwhelming Maureen, who now felt as if she would climax at any time. Jules didn't linger for long, though, and she moved her tongue upward, directly to Maureen's pussy, pushing her tongue deep inside, bringing croons of delight from Maureen. Jules relished in the taste, that sweet, sweet taste that she craved for so often. She wanted Maureen, and was determined to ensure that Maureen would keep coming back for more. She moved once again, trailing her lips from Maureen's pussy to her ass again, and she began to nibble the flesh, biting her ass, sucking Maureen's ass in a fury of desire. "Maureen, I love your ass," she paused to say. The ass was Jules' most favorite part of a woman's body. She loved having a woman in this position, so exposed, so helpless. She moved her mouth up further, and she began to twirl her tongue in circles around Maureen's tight hole. She began to flick at it, touch it, and probe it with her warm tongue. "Oh fuck...oh god...yes...no one has ever...oh wow...oh please...don't stop," Maureen whined. Jules knew she had her lover exactly where she wanted her. She pushed her tongue into Maureen, enjoying the tart taste, fucking her ass with her tongue. She found Maureen's pussy with her hands, and pushed the middle finger of her right hand deep into her, and her left hand found Maureen's clit. It didn't take long for Maureen to be tossed over the edge. "OH FUCK BABY! YESSSSSSSSSSSS..." Maureen screamed. "EEEAAIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHH..." Her orgasm ripped through her, emanating from her clit and spreading to all parts of her body. Maureen was now riding the wave, her ass rocking up and down, her head tossing back and forth. Jules couldn't keep her tongue inside Maureen's ass, so she simply watched her lover for a moment, enjoying the fruits of her labor. She pushed another finger into Maureen's pussy, and was really working her clit now. The cute brunette was cumming wildly in a series of orgasms, her head still rocking to and fro. Jules began to slow down, finally withdrawing her fingers, and she leaned in to take Maureen's pussy with her mouth, tasting her, kissing her. Maureen's orgasm subsided, finally, and she turned and slid into the still-bubbling water, directly into Jules' arms. Jules looked at her, and noticed a tear streaming down her face. "What's wrong, baby?" "Nothings wrong. I just have never, ever cum like that. It was the best of my life." "I love it! We are going to have so much fun, baby," Jules beamed. They held each other for a few minutes, exchanging kisses, feeling each other's bodies. "C'mon, let's dry off, and have a smoke, and some more of that wine," Jules suggested. They sat in two deck chairs, facing each other, sipping more wine, and enjoying another smoke. Maureen was getting used to the taste of the cigarette, which still produced an arousing feeling within her. "I just love this, being here with you, totally naked, and relaxed," Maureen confessed. "Me too. Can I call you Mo?" Jules questioned. "Honey, anything you want." She watched as Jules suggestively placed her feet on the arms of Maureen's chair, totally exposing her pussy. Jules was a natural blonde, and to Maureen, the most beautiful girl on the planet at that moment. "So, why don't you have a girlfriend, Jules?" Jules thought for a moment, and then looked Maureen dead in the eyes. "Look, I am going to be honest. I do have a girlfriend. Her name is Abbey, and she lives down at the coast. We have been lovers for about two and a half years." Maureen's heart dropped. "And..." "Well, we agreed to be able to sleep with other women. Being so far away from each other, ya know?" "I hope I won't get in the way, Jules," Maureen added. "This is all new to me." Maureen took a deep drag on her cigarette. Jules took another gulp of wine, drinking it like a beer in an inexperienced way. Maureen's mind began to work. "She is young, and rough around the edges, in a sexy kind of way," she thought to herself. "Mo, I know what I want, and that is to experience everything I can with women. Abbey is pretty straight-laced. She would have never done what we did at the bar tonight. That is one reason I am so attracted to you. You just seem like you are willing to learn new things." Jules related. "So, I won't be a problem then? I mean, with you and Abbey?" "No way, baby. No way." "Good." Maureen couldn't help but stare at Jules' exposed pussy. "I can't believe I put on such a live show with you tonight. It's like I wanted everyone to see me, to know how much I wanted you. I just fucking loved it. First time I have ever been there, and I end up having an orgasm in front of all the women there." Jules began to massage her clit. "I know how you feel. You wouldn't believe how many women get up there and strip. I have been going there for about a year, and I can't count the number of times I have done that. Stripped, that is. That was the first time I have actually had an orgasm." "Wow. Such a wild place. Have you ever met Kristen, or Rebecca?" "Hmm. Not sure who you are talking about, but the names do sound familiar." Maureen's nipples were so hard they nearly hurt, and the sight of Jules playing with her pussy was too much for her to take. Maureen's own fingers went to her slit, and she was drenched. "Care to see my bedroom?" "I thought you would never ask, sweets!" Jules answered. She pulled her feet back to let Maureen stand, and after shutting off the hot tub, the two new lovers pranced upstairs. Each took a bathroom break, with Maureen settling in under the sheets first, with Jules following her. Within seconds they were holding each other close, legs intertwining, hands finding each other's butts. Maureen and Jules were both beside themselves with lust and desire, and at this point it seemed as if they would fuck each other all night long. Maureen pulled away from Jules, and looked her right in the eyes. "I want to eat your pussy. Right now!" she said as she threw the bedcovers down. Jules placed a pillow beneath her, and spread her legs wide. Maureen reached over and turned on the nightstand light before lying on her stomach, between Jules' legs. Jules wet pussy lips were calling to Maureen, looking like perfect butterfly wings. She slid her hands up under Jules' ass, and moved her mouth closer. Jules stared at her, eyes wide, and her hands began to massage her own breasts. She moaned loudly when she felt Maureen's tongue slide along her slit, and spreading those succuclent lips, rising up to lick her clit. Maureen thought about what she was doing. She was very deliberate, taking her time, licking Jules as she knew she liked to be licked. She thought about how this was her first time, how she loved the taste. At that moment she wanted this more than anything else in life. She wanted to tell the world, wanted her ex-husband to know, wanted all the girls at the temporary agency that she managed to know. She was in love; not with Jules, but with the thought of turning totally gay. When Jules began to orgasm, she couldn't stop, and Maureen didn't want her to. Over and over she brought her to several different levels of orgasms, swirling her tongue around her clit, pushing deep into her pussy, throwing her legs back to tongue her ass. Then, as if by instinct, she raised up and moved one leg over Jules, pulling Jules' legs close to her, and their pussies met in a wet bodily kiss. Maureen began to ride her, rocking back and forth, grinding her sex down hard onto Jules. Both women were rising to a new level now; they moved from the purely sexual to the wild, insane desire both felt. Maureen's mouth was all over Jules' toes, getting them slick with saliva, driving Jules higher and higher. "Oh yes, you slutty bitch. Suck those toes...you love them...feels so fucking good," Jules panted. Maureen was riding her now with every ounce of strength left in her. She paused from her toe-sucking to look down at Jules. Her face was totally flushed, here eyes still wide open, her mouth parted, her body struggling to keep up with her motions. "Fuck me harder...push harder," Maureen gasped. Jules grabbed Maureen's thigh, and began to pull and rock as hard as she could. "Cum...with...me," Maureen pleaded. "Yes...oh god yes...CUMMING!" Jules wailed. Her head rocked back and forth, and she was near passing out from the force of her orgasm. The feeling of Maureen's pussy on her own as she was cumming was incredible. Maureen was in another world. Her body upright, holding Jules' legs, and she seemed to go completely motionless for a split second. Then, with one last thrust, she climaxed. "Oh... my... GGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD," she screamed. Her orgasm tore through her, and her entire body let loose, her pussy raining juice down onto Jules, soaking her pussy, ass, and stomach. Both women were enjoying enormous orgasms, and it would be several minutes before Maureen collasped onto Jules. They breathed heavilly in each other's arms, and finally looked at each other. "Did I do that?" Maureen asked. "Hell yes you did," Jules answered. "What happened? "You sprayed all over me. You came." "I have never done that before. Came like that, I mean." "Well, not many women can do that. You are the first I have been with that could do it." Maureen simply giggled. "I don't think we can sleep here, baby. Let's go into the guest room," Maureen told her. In minutes, they were asleep in each other's arms. Maureen's eyes popped open, and she could feel Jules' warm body next to her own. Although her head felt foggy, and hurt somewhat, she could feel the familiar twinge between her legs. A new day had dawned. Maureen, My Queen of Spades This story features a theme of hard-core interracial cuckoldry. If you find this theme offensive, or don't like it, don't read the story. This story is part fact, part fiction. No I won't reveal which is which LOL! I have often spent evenings on a chat line. Unlike most of the guys I was never overtly looking for erotic conversations. So while most of the men on the line were busy ruining any chance they might have had with the women that were on I spent my time talking and getting to know them. The interesting thing was that more than a few women were interested in some good erotic conversation, underscore good. They just didn't want to have some guy with a lame try who didn't take any time to get to know them to bother them. I'll never forget the night I met Maureen on the line. We had exchanged messages for short awhile, which was common before deciding to chat one on one. She had described herself as a blonde BBW, single mom, and was a teacher at a private school. I was immediately intrigued, in no small part because I have always rather enjoyed big beautiful women as lovers. There are men who know and men who don't, but in my experience a BBW will rock your world in bed every time. They will try harder to be the best lover that you've ever had than any 100 pound model ever would. As I said before the normal protocol on the line was to exchange messages until you found someone that you have some chemistry with, then send a request to talk live. We hadn't exchanged many messages before Maureen sent the live request. In her message she said that she didn't like the messaging, and preferred live chat. We talked for a while, and got along very well. I made sure to keep the conversation clean, but threw in the occasional hint of sexuality. My manhood was throbbing as I wondered what she looked like. It was hard to keep my voice straight as I fantasized. Eventually we developed enough of a rapport that I came out and told her I really wanted to have an erotic conversation with her. To my absolute joy she agreed! In the beginning she revealed that she had a fantasy that she was a young girl seduced by her father. She made clear that this was a fantasy only, an unresolved kink if one would. I worked her fantasy, with her guidance and direction, into my talk and brought her to a couple of good orgasms. Then I revealed to her that I've always fantasized about having a wife that has sex with other men. For me it was as much a risk as her secret had been for her. So in a way, we were on a nice even sexually exposed plain. She went right with my fantasy; I guided her to the nuances of my kink. Her voice was making my cock drip, and I kept telling her about it. Maureen's voice was so sexy that it wasn't long before I came hard for her. After we calmed down, she said that she needed to leave the line. By now it was after 2AM. I kept after her, since I knew that after revealing her fantasy to me she would be unlikely to actually meet up on the chat line the next night like she was offering. I finally got her to decide to stay. I asked about the father of her child and she told me that he was a real loser that never paid any support, etc. On an instinct I asked if he was black. She admitted that he had been. Suddenly I was raging hard again for Maureen because the other part of my fantasy was that my white wife was regularly fucked by a Black man. She asked how I knew her ex had been black, and I just said that I had seen it before - playing the significance down. But by keeping my interest in her I was purposely letting her know that I was still interested in her after she had gone Black. I had dated a couple of white women that had dated Black before and I knew that the average white woman lost confidence that a white man would ever want her after she had gone Black, especially if they had in interracial baby to boot. I kept trying to extend the conversation and eventually she decided to give me her number. We started talking every night, always ending up with hot conversation. I went out and bought interracial videos featuring BBW's and Black men, and had them playing on the TV, muted, when I talked to Maureen. I was so in heat for this woman that it was driving me crazy, just imagining her white folds yielding for that Black man knowing she was fertile. But she didn't want to meet because she thought that after all the phone sex it might be weird. It took a few weeks of convincing but finally she relented and decided to meet. We met at a coffee shop, right off the highway near her house. I was there first and was restless as I waited. When she pulled up in her black compact coupe I was thrilled! She was everything she described, platinum blonde, full figure (which included the natural, awesome breasts that full figured women have), and a beautiful face. We got out of our cars and had a moment of uncertainty. I gave her a hug, and felt those huge breasts for the first time, and quickly asked if she would like to grab a drink. She agreed and seemed interested. I followed her in my car. I didn't want to push too hard to go in one car in case things didn't work out. We got to the pub and I found myself checking Maureen out, big time, and liking what I saw! She had worn a skirt and it showed her nice creamy thighs, and the roundness of her behind. The curve of her hips turned in to a sexy waist that was fairly taut for a thicker woman. I rested my hand there as we walked towards the door. She was much shorter than I, and so I was able to get a good view of those rich breasts. We took a table in a quiet part of the bar and sat on the same side bench. A waitress came over and took our order. When she stepped away I decided to put things on the line and told Maureen that I thought she was a very sexy woman, and leaned in for our first kiss. Our lips met for the first time, and fit together perfectly. We kissed so well together that I felt enough confidence to softly place my hand on her knee. I felt it would give her the assurance that I was really interested, which I sensed she needed. I've always noticed that women with thicker builds are typically less secure about their chances with a man, owing to the onslaught of wafer thin models ever present in the media. The gesture was not rejected, and I knew right then that something would come of meeting this woman. The ice was totally broken at that point. We stayed at the pub for hours, talking and kissing, getting to know each other in real life as opposed to over the phone. We were not drunk, rather we lingered over drinks and the alcohol merely took the edge off a situation that could have been awkward. After all, she had exposed her deepest fantasies to me, as I had to her (except about my interest in the mythic other man being Black). I loved that she let me keep my hand on her knee, and even a little bit up her thigh. I mixed up my touch, sometimes relaxing my open hand, sometimes letting my fingers glide over her supple skin. As the situation became ever more comfortable, I decided to take a chance. "I want you to go to the ladies room, take off your panties and give them to me," I sensually whispered in her ear. She gave me a shocked look for just one second, then a devilish smile as she arose from the table. Her face was flush upon her return, and her hand was clenched. She sat back down and passed her panties to me over the table, saying, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" I saw the intricate black mesh and imagined where they had just been, and a dark brown hand slipping between the elastic band and her supple tummy . . . My cock raged hard for this woman! We stayed for a while, drinking and becoming even more comfortable until the end of the night. Then we ended up kissing passionately in the parking lot to cap off the evening. We talked every night on the phone after our first date, always with a couple of pure sexual interludes during our conversation. I slept with her panties in my hands. I became like an animal in heat thinking about her being mated by a Black man, knowing that she had willingly given of herself once already. I obsessed during the day about her pussy, wondering how this Black man had changed her there forever. I fantasized about her submitting those sweet pink lips to his hardness, knowing that she was fertile. My cock throbbed hard as I thought about this Black man taking her, and making her his. I was so turned on by Maureen that it took nothing for her to get me to drip pre-cum when we sex talked. I described the drips to her in detail, and whenever she caused them to occur. This delighted her and seemed to drive her on to cum even harder. I still hadn't revealed that her interracial past was such a turn on for me, in part because I thought it might weird her on me. But I did continue to get her interested in the wife sharing stories I would tell her. I didn't tell her that the other man I fantasized about bringing into our bed was always Black! Due to our schedules we didn't get to see each other for a week. Our conversations were becoming more and more charged with erotic stories featuring her as my wife, shared with other men. Sometimes the stories were told by me, sometimes by her. Maureen was a prefect erotic match for me. When we first started having erotic conversations her fantasies revolved around being a young girl, 'taught' by her dad. But the more we talked, the more she started to like the idea of being a hot wife. I began to yearn for this woman, constantly obsessing about her sexuality. Our next couple of dates were as charged as the first. But, it was on our third date when I finally let out my secret fascination with her sexual history. We had dinner at a steak house, with a couple of margaritas. We kissed goodnight outside, and ended up in her car (which was parked in clear view of the front door). Her hand went straight for my cock as we kissed. I moaned in sheer pleasure. She undid my pants and went straight under with her hand, holding me perfectly. My cock was quickly drenched in pre-cum! "Oh!!!, I thought you were exaggerating about the dripping!!!" she exclaimed. "No, you just make me drip helplessly!" I responded. She popped my cock out of my pants to see it for herself. Her hand slid for a few pumps and I gushed even more for my sexual mistress. Her smile was wide, and she was clearly pleased at the effect that she had on me. Then she brought her mouth to my manhood, and I was in heaven. Up and down she went and my whole body was quivering . . . I knew that I was dripping even more for Maureen . . . she made pleased noises to indicate so . . . I was in such pleasure from Maureen that I couldn't help myself from letting loose my secret! I cried out to her, "Maureen, I LOVE that you've been with Black men! It fucking turns me on so much, and I can't help myself! I LOVE that you've had Black men and I want to lick your pussy so bad that it hurts!" She slowed, but did not stop, with her mouth. Then she slid her lips up ever so slowly, holding my hardness in her hand as she came up to face me. We kissed passionately, and shared my drips of pre-cum. Still holding my cock, she asked "Really? What is it about me having been with Black men that turns you on so much?" She seemed thoroughly surprised at my outburst, but kept slowly pumping my manhood at the edge of exploding. "I don't know, honestly," I answered looking into her eyes. "But ever since you admitted that you had a Black man's baby I just can't help thinking about seeing you with a Black man's hands all over you and his thick cock driving into your pussy - and it turns me on . . . " There it was, my secret revealed. I faced the moment of insecurity, where she could have thought I was some kind of weirdo for my obsession. Then she pulled closer to me and we started kissing passionately again. She didn't let go of my manhood, and the dripping resumed. "Let's get a room, and act it out," I suggested. "I think that's a great idea," she agreed. I got into my car, and followed her to a motel. I went in and checked us in, then went back out to get her. We walked through the lobby hand in hand. Once in our room, I eagerly undressed my Queen for the first time, slipping her skirt off. I finally got to see some that sexy BBW body uncovered. Maureen was of a thick build, and her every curve was a thrill for me to explore. Her hips were ample, but her waist was clearly thinner creating a perfect place for my hands to passionately rest as I knelt before her kissing the soft creamy skin of her tummy just above her pussy. Then I rose and stood behind my new Queen and undid her shirt as I kissed her neck. Maureen let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her only wearing her bra and panties. We disengaged and she laid on the bed as I ripped off my clothes as fast as I could. Maureen gazed at my fully naked body with my cock throbbing and erect for the first time. My eyes drank in her milky white skin as she spread out on the bed awaiting me. "Oh Maureen, I have wanted to tell you for so long how much the fact that you've been with Black men has made me throb for you! I just fucking LOVE that you've had Black cock! Right after the first time we met I sought out and interracial video with a woman that resembled you. Every time that we talked on the phone after we met I played that video imagining that I was watching you. I want to be your cuckold husband!" I finally confessed to my Queen as I kissed up her spread legs. "Oh, yes Ben! I want you as my cuckold husband! Taste my pussy, drink my Black lovers cum right from me!" I reached up and pulled her panties free. She opened her legs wide and I didn't hesitate to wrap my mouth around her pussy lips. My cock throbbed and dripped as I submissively drank in her essence, knowing that she had been claimed by a Black man once already . . . I worshipped her pussy with my mouth knowing that I was finally admitting my needs to someone for the first time ever! "Yeah, lick that Black cum Ben! I'm not on birth control and unless you want to raise a Black baby you'd better get all my lover's cum out," she cried out loudly as her fingers laced through my hair, keeping my mouth at it's new home. I held her at the top of her hips eagerly, keeping myself in the moment. I fervently swallowed the beverage of her sensual honey. My cock throbbed for satiation, and was dripping pre-cum like a leaky fawcett! Maureen's breath became more and more labored, and her hold on the back of my head grew tighter. "Oh yeah, Ben! That's it! Suck my pussy! I'll cuckold you! I'll have Black lovers and let them cum inside my married white pussy! I want you to be my cuckold husband!" Maureen screamed as she came. There was no doubt in my mind that her cried could easily be herd both in the hallway and in neighboring rooms. I felt an erotic humiliation knowing that people that had heard her cried would know . . . I kept sucking as she climaxed, finding myself free for the first time to just admit my desire to taste my woman's cum mixed with a Black man's. Maureen's cum was rich and yummy, and I wasted none of it. When she lifted her fingers from my head, I took it as her signal that she wanted a break. I kissed up to her sexy jiggle-prone belly, upward to her belly button and all around that glorious thickly built body. Finally I got to her massive, natural breasts. My mouth and chin were still drenched with her cum as I kissed her bra-covered titties. "Oh yes Ben, my Black lover loved my breasts very much! Claim your white wife's breasts back now! Be my cuckold husband, and work to claim me back!" Maureen whispered sensually to me. I freed her breasts from that black bra, and wrapped my mouth around her large nipples. I sucked and bit erotically on her, knowing that a Black man had made them full of milk in her sexual past. I was eager, and wanton to imbibe milk from her great breasts. I was denied, of course. But I couldn't help but imagine what her breasts had grown to for her Black baby! "Ohhhhhhhhhh, Ben! That's right, suck on your white wife's tits! Ummmmm, my Black lover loves to cum on them! So you'd better like the taste of his cum! Be a good cuckold husband and lick your wife clean!" Maureen cried as her erotic levels dramatically rose. As I kept taking my bliss with a mouthful of her pure pallid breasts, my hand reached down to play with her clit. My cock throbbed for relief, still dribbling pre-cum in heavy erotic need. I did nothing to satisfy myself; instead I focused on my new Queen's pleasure. Maureen's hot breath blew harder on my cheek, and her chest started heaving higher and lower as my fingers swirled around her clit and mouth ecstatically sucked hoping to taste even a drop of her precious milk. Already the whole room seemed to be perfumed with the scent of her cum, and my oral exploratory kisses had spread her juices all over her body. "Yes, Ben! I promise to let you suck my Black lover's cum from my pussy! You want it? I'll give it to you! I'll make you my cuckold husband!" Maureen screamed in ecstasy, again clearly loud enough to be heard outside the room. She twitched and shimmied on the bed, wrapping her arms around me, moaning as she came again. When her orgasm subsided, she started running her fingertips up and down my back. My body tingled at her gentle touch. I felt a bit sheepish, and exposed. But I did not feel uncomfortable. This woman had known how to complete my need like no other. I felt exposed for revealing my secret kink. But, I felt like Maureen understood me on this level, and even really got into it in her own erotic right. Maureen reached for my sticky cock and held it, smiled commenting, "I just love the way that you drip so much for me! It's time for you to cum there 'hubby'!" I knelt on the bed over her midriff. I let my hand get soaked with the pre-cum that being Maureen's cuckold had caused. I started to stroke staring at the beautiful bold thick white woman before me. I drank in the image of her pussy, breasts and snow like skin. I stared in Maureen's eyes and felt myself starting to let go. I brought the tip of my cock to her belly as my stroking grew quick, like my breath. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, Maureen, I fucking NEED you to be my cuckolding white wife! OOOOOOOhh, I NEED YOU to fuck Black men and come home with their hot cum dripping out of your sacred married white pussy! Oh, YEAH! Umm, I want it too but I want you to make me beg to have you! Oh, Maureen, I'm gonna cum for you! I'm gonna cum on your belly, ohhhhh . . . because your pussy is reserved for Black cock, isn't it?" I cried out to her, sure that everyone in the motel could hear. "Yes Ben! You can't have my pussy! My lover said no pussy for you! Besides that, let's face it, he's Black, and I don't want your cum to interfere with his chances . . . you know what I mean Ben?" she said as she stared into my eyes. Upon hearing that I gave up all the cum within me, filling her belly button and then some. Instinctively, when I was done cumming, I knelt down and put my mouth over her belly button, cleaning her . . . I kept most of the cum in my mouth and lips as I laid on the bed next to my Queen. We kissed passionately, sharing my essence. Our tongues intertwined, darting and playfully touching and chasing each other. Our hands explored our bodies as we drank in that lewd erotic smooch. Too soon we had to leave. Maureen had to get back to her house, and I had to drive home (which was a good hour away). We strolled past the front desk, and I held the hand of this lady with pride. There was no question that the clerk had heard our session. But I couldn't help but to be in afterglow from the sexual release of experiencing Maureen. Maureen and I continued to talk on the phone for some time after that night, and we even managed to get a few dates together. Unfortunately we never got another night like that again. We lived an hour away from each other, and that was a barrier to making the relationship work. Also, I was stuck in a situation where my work took up enormous amounts of my time. Maureen, My Queen of Spades But there is another reason I didn't end up chasing Maureen. I knew that she wanted a relationship. And I wanted one with her too. But I have to admit that I was scared of her erotic power over me. I know how foolish it sounds, but that is true. I have always been able to keep sexual fantasy and my 'vanilla' life separate. Maureen possessed such sexual power over me that I knew that I couldn't have stopped the inevitable, true real life cuckoldry! It was scary because I knew that I really wanted it, deep down. But I am too afraid of crossing the line. This woman could have fulfilled me. And I knew that if she had decided to cross the line from fantasy to reality I would have followed her anywhere . . . I will never forget Maureen, and that perfect night that we had. I long for her touch. I wish I could hear her voice. I yearn for that sloppy kiss all over again. I regret not chasing this fine lady to the ends of the Earth . . . It is not impossible that she will read this story, since she knows that I write here, as well as my ID. If you find this Maureen, always know I honestly treasure what we shared, and will forever remember 'us'. . . Kisses! Maureen Surrenders This was Ireland in the 70's and nobody talked about sex. Sex didn't exist! Ask the Protestant clergy or the Catholic priests. They would tell you, "all in good time, when you are married." Condoms were unavailable anywhere in Ireland and certainly not in the country district of Northern Ireland where I lived for a time. Mind you, for the poor girl who did get herself pregnant it was a mortal sin and the girl and, to a lesser extent, the boy, went through hell. Such was the degree of ignorance from the Church and from schoolteachers. So, at the age of eighteen, when I arrived from England I was a little taken aback with what I found. It was like going back in time. I was employed by a British company with branches in Ireland and I had been seconded to one of their offices in a country district of Northern Ireland. I had been found some lodgings in a house in a village near the town of Dungarry. I remember arriving at the house and knocking at the door. A pretty girl opened the door and I said, "hello, my Name is Steve Howe." A voice from inside said, "let him in then. Let him in." It was the girl's mother. She introduced herself as Mrs Carey and her daughter as Miss Carey. You have got to be joking I thought, if you think for one moment that I am going to call your daughter Miss Carey! "Maureen, take him up," ordered mother. "This way," said Maureen and I followed her up the stairs. My bedroom door was opened and I gratefully sat on the bed. "It's been a long day," I said. "So you are Maureen! Are you going to show me the nightlife around here"? "You have got to be joking said Maureen. This place is dead. Dead, dead, dead!" "All we have is a cinema in the local town and a weekly "hop" at the village hall. Anyway my mother keeps a close eye on me and she wouldn't allow me to be seen with you." "Why, what have I done," I said? "You are a boy and that is quite enough for her!" "Sorry, but I can't help that," I said. Maureen smiled and then her mother called her again. "Yes - see what you mean." "Keeps a very close reign on you doesn't she"? But Maureen was afraid of her mother and had already disappeared. I took a bath and eventually went down to see if any supper was on offer. "Not for another hour," said Mrs Carey, so he went upstairs once more. Someone was in the bathroom and I heard the bath running. Then the door closed and I realised that it was Maureen and she had returned to her room. I decided to go down again and when I opened his door something white was on the floor. I picked it up and it was a pair of Maureen's knickers. I smiled to myself. This was a great opportunity to "break the ice!" I knocked on her door and she opened it only to find me standing there holding her knickers up with both hands by the waistband so that it was quite obvious what they were. Maureen blushed crimson and snatched them from him and slammed the door. The three of us sat and had supper and Maureen cast me an occasional glance and blushed at the same time. I just grinned at her and was careful that mother didn't see that we had already established some sort of relationship, however hostile! When Mrs Carey left the room to get the dessert I leaned over to Maureen and whispered, "I've heard of ladies dropping a handkerchief in the street for someone they fancy, but this is ridiculous!" "I will never speak to you again," she hissed. I grinned again and Maureen was secretly thrilled at having a fun loving boy in the house. Although she was herself eighteen, her sex life so far had been just about what one might expect in a narrow-minded community in rural Ireland. A fleeting kiss at the weekly dance in the village hall by a boy who had no idea how to treat a girl and the odd quick "grope" round the back of the cycle sheds! Maureen went upstairs to bed and got undressed in front of the mirror. Quite a nice body she thought! A bit overweight but really nice boobs and a very pretty face. She had lovely hair which was slightly auburn. She looked up at the poster of James Dean that her mother had surprisingly allowed her to pin up in her room. Often she would leave her light on and allow James to make love to her. She would tease him by undressing in front of him! Then, once in bed busy little fingers would skilfully arouse her and alone in the bed she would achieve her orgasm. All the time James Dean would be watching her. She looked up at him again. "Not tonight darling," she said and the light was put out. Maureen was fantasising about Steve and although they had only just met, she was imagining him doing the most exciting things to her. Next day I reported for work and returned in the evening in a company owned car that had been made available to me. "I suppose you will have to leave it outside the house," said Mrs Carey, with little enthusiasm. Maureen was impressed with the car but knew that even if Steve did fancy her, that her mother would not approve. I knew that I would have to tread warily and was careful to speak to Maureen only when we were alone together. We met upstairs and I said, "I wouldn't mind seeing the film in Dungarry," the local town. "What is it," said Maureen? "Haven't a clue," I said, "but I thought it would be nice if you showed me the way and I could treat you." "Mother would never approve," said Maureen. "I'm not asking your Mother," I said and Maureen started to giggle. I collected Maureen in my car from a pre-arranged place a couple of blocks away and we arrived at the cinema. I paid for the tickets and took Maureen by the hand to find our seats in the dark. We continued to hold her hands after we were seated and she allowed me to do so. The film was boring but they were together and both of us were secretly pleased to be alone with the other. We left before the film was finished and I suggested a short walk in the park. Once more I held her hand and she didn't object. When we arrived at a dark corner I made a move on her and held her by the waist. She struggled to release herself. This, after all was Ireland and casual sex, even kissing on the first date, was considered to be too daring! I sighed and released her. "OK," I said, "play it the hard way but in the end you won't be able to resist me." "How arrogant you are," she said and demanded to be taken home. Before she got out of the car I squeezed her breasts playfully and she was duly shocked! I dropped her off before they reached the house. We didn't want to get found out before we had really started to get to know each other. Later on we briefly met on the landing upstairs before going to our respective rooms. Maureen was fearful that she would lose him and he received a fleeting kiss before she darted into her room. I knew then that I was going to enjoy seducing this gorgeous girl. I knew that Maureen did like me and I certainly adored her. Like many Irish girls she was very pretty with lovely red hair and gorgeous breasts and I really felt so lucky that she fancied me. Anyway, I felt sure that in the end she would give in to me! We were often in the car together without her mother's knowledge and my hand would wander every time And every time Maureen would say that she was "a nice girl" and would I please behave! Each time my hand was allowed to be on her knee or on her breast just that little bit longer before she objected. Maureen was weakening! Then one day she lost her resolve to be "a nice girl" and she did it in style! The car wasn't very big but it did allow us to sit comfortably in the dry and indulge in heavy petting. We would "French kiss," (very daring). This time when I put my hand on her knee she kissed me instead of objecting. My hand started on its journey but still Maureen's legs were tightly together. But this time I was allowed to reach the tops of her stockings. The poor girl was clearly excited because she put her cheek against mine and instead of blocking my way with her hands she put both her arms around my neck. I could hear and feel her hot breath on my ear. My hand reached its destination and her knickers were positively wet and I knew that she was very aroused. I rubbed her pussy through her panties with the back of my fingers. At this point Maureen had no more fight left in her and she surrendered! She parted her legs and began to put hot little kisses over my mouth and face. Her knickers would not allow my fingers through, which I was desperate to do and Maureen lifted her bottom slightly so that I could pull them down a little. My busy fingers were inside her hot little vagina but her knickers were now down to her knees and not letting her part her legs, as she was eager to do. I made to pull her panties right down and she eagerly helped me. They were around her ankles. She lifted her legs and made it obvious that she wanted me to take them right off. All this time nothing was said but it was obvious that Maureen was not going to be "a good girl" this time! Her face was flushed as we sat down in the car again and she put her cheek against mine and held me tightly. Her arms were around my neck and her legs were wide apart and Maureen just "let go." I could feel and hear her heavy breathing against my ear as she gave in to the wonderful sensation of being masturbated by a boy friend for the first time Her hot breath on my ear was enough in itself to make me totally aroused. Then her vagina quivered and her arms tightened around my neck and she shuddered and shuddered. Afterwards she covered my face with hot little kisses once more and said that I had made her "come." "How would you like it if I did the same to you," said Maureen trying to appear cross. I was so aroused that I simply got hold of her hand and placed it on my jeans where I had the most urgent erection. "You can massage your own muscle," she said, knowingly, but I unzipped my jeans and she couldn't resist putting her hand in to feel my penis through my underpants. "Its ever so hard," she said, with a horrified expression on her face. I freed him from his prison and he sprang out in front of her. She was fascinated by now and couldn't resist putting her hand around it. I whispered confidentially in her ear, "make it feel as if it is sliding in and out of you." She let go immediately. "You mustn't say that" she gasped, but then promptly put her hand around it again and began to masturbate me slowly at first and then vigorously. I had been aroused for so long that there is no way that I could stand much of this and I soon spurted out. Some of it landed on Maureen's sweater and we were both scared stiff that her mother would want to know what it was. Maureen once more covered my mouth and face with her hot little kisses and we held each other for what seemed like an age. We cleaned up best we could and cuddled and kissed each other! Maureen afterwards told me that she didn't mind what we did to each other but she wasn't "going the whole way." A friend of my older brother had made his girl friend pregnant and I knew the consequences so I entirely agreed with Maureen. Anyway for many teenagers in Ireland in the 70's, heavy petting was all that most boys and girls indulged in. I was a bit surprised that a girl of eighteen should wear such unsophisticated underwear. Her knickers were just like she would have had on as a schoolgirl (and all the sexier for that). But she wore no bra and often wore a vest. I was used to girls with matching sexy undies. One day her blouse took on a different appearance and I asked her why. She said that her married sister had gone to England for a couple of weeks because her new husband had to work there for a while. Maureen had the keys to their house and had tried on her sister's bra. "Are you telling me that we can use your sister's house," I asked her excitedly? The next day after work we made our way to her sister's house. I remember that we held each other and were not quite sure what to do next. Normally when we were in the car it was impossible to do much more than heavy petting with nearly all our clothes on. Now, suddenly we were alone and could not be disturbed and Maureen suddenly came over all shy. She said, "do you think we should be doing this"? I was so hot for her and in the past few days she had become so hot for sex and I couldn't understand why she hesitated. Then she said, "sorry darling, just undress me." With that we went upstairs to her sister's bedroom. I finished undoing her blouse buttons and unfastened her skirt, which just fell on the floor around her ankles. All she had on was her open blouse and her cotton "schoolgirl" knickers with a great damp patch on the front of them. I knelt down and she put her hands on my shoulders and we both shuddered with the sexual thrill it gave us when I pulled her knickers down and I looked right at her pussy. I then put my hands on her bottom and pulled her to me and kissed her there. "Oh! don't do that, it's dirty," she said, shocked. "Sorry," I said, "but I just had to do it." "You are still fully dressed," she said and it was my turn to submit to her. Once my shirt was off she knelt and undid the belt of my trousers. She pulled them down and pushed me on the bed so that she could take them off completely. "Stand up," she ordered and then it was her turn to pull my pants down. My manhood, which I was starting to become quite proud of, sprang out and she held it in her hand and started playing with it. "Oh no, you will regret that if I come all over your face," I said. She stood up and grinned at me and we kissed. At the age of 18 she was sexually mature and from being a shy girl she had suddenly emerged as a hot teenager who was obsessed with sex. My penis was dangerously close to her vagina as I put my hand on her bottom and pulled us together. "We must be careful," warned Maureen as we both got on to the bed. She lay there so invitingly and still had her wide-open blouse on. She parted her legs and I knelt between them. How easy it would have been to have slipped into her right there and then. Honestly, we were both so excited that I don't believe we would have been able to stop ourselves. Maureen must have been thinking the same thoughts as myself when she said, "that's why I thought we shouldn't get undressed when we first arrived." "What do you mean," I said and she replied that both of us were getting so adventurous that we were capable of "almost anything." She was so right. At that moment when her legs were open and her vagina glistened with wetness in such an inviting way I almost couldn't stop sliding right into her. I deliberately placed my knee against her pussy and leaned forward to kiss her. My kisses went down her body from there and I wet kissed her nipples. "Oh yes, pleeese," she said, so I kissed them again and this time gave them both a playful little nip with my teeth. Maureen pulled my face towards her and whispered confidentially in my ear, "Kiss me there again," so I kissed her breasts again but she said. "No, kiss me where you did before." "You said I was being dirty." "Yes, but just do it once more because it felt as though it could be wonderful," she said. Excitedly I kissed her pussy but I was at entirely the wrong angle so I knelt on the floor at the end of the bed and got hold of her ankles and pulled her towards my mouth. "No, no, better not," she gasped but she had given me my chance and she was defenceless as I opened her legs wide and kissed the wet lips of her vagina. My tongue started to dart in and out of her and it found her clitoris. I knew that teasing her clitoris was the "ultimate" as far as she was concerned. I looked up. "Shall I stop," I said mischievously? "No don't stop, please don't stop now," she managed to pant. My Maureen couldn't stand much of this and soon I could feel her vagina twitching against my tongue. I knew from experience that she was climaxing and she held my head firmly there as she shuddered in sexual ecstasy. I got back on to the bed and Maureen smothered me with hot little kisses as she often did when she was very aroused. "I've got feelings as well," I said. "Yes, I know said Maureen," but no way was she going to kiss my manhood! I was very aroused and she started to masturbate me as I lay on my back on the bed. She pulled herself up on one elbow and was enthusiastically getting on with the job that she loved to do. She had been in the habit of wrapping her panties around my penis to avoid making a mess. How much more exciting could sex be? Her most intimate underwear caressing my manhood as I spurted into them. "Where are your panties," I said, She gave no answer but just increased the pace of her soft hand around my throbbing penis. In the end I just had to let go and it spurted in the air. Maureen was well in the line of fire and her breasts and face were covered. This didn't seem to worry her at all and she bent over and kissed me passionately. "I just love to have complete control over you and that's why I love to "bring you off" she said. Maureen's sister's house was a godsend but a dangerous place for two hot teenagers to be alone in. All too soon her sister arrived back and our secret rendezvous was no more. Our petting sessions were getting more and more frustrating and I knew very well that Maureen was dying for me to fuck her properly. One evening we were in my car in the corner of our remote field that we had found. As usual I soon had Maureen's knickers off and she had stripped my pants off. My car was quite small and perhaps fortunately, we would have had to be very inventive to have proper sex. Then suddenly Maureen sat astride me on my lap and was facing me. She made no attempt to stop me and in truth I believe she was asking me to fuck her as I impetuously decided to slip my cock into that hot, wet vagina of hers. She began to slide up and down my shaft and soon lost all control as she began to quicken her pace. Maureen was on the point of having her orgasm and nothing would induce her to stop. I began to panic as I realised that Maureen was entirely in control and my well developed manhood was deep inside her. I was unable to pull out as Maureen began to shudder and I could feel her vagina twitching as she climaxed. "Get off, oh get off quickly!" It was too late and she sat firmly down on me as I pumped into her. Maureen just didn't care and was kissing me passionately. "You know what we have done," I told her and eventually she came to her senses. "Oh Steve," she said, "but that was so wonderful!" We both waited petrified as the days went by and Maureen's period didn't happen. Then she knocked quietly on my door one morning and told me that all was OK. We were both upset when I broke the news to Maureen that my Company had recalled me to London for a few days. "Your mother will be pleased," I said, "but I hope to be back in a few days time." Sure enough I turned up at Mrs Carey's house less than a week later. "Oh, so you are back," said Mrs Carey, who had her suspicions about me and just how involved she suspected I was with her daughter. "Don't sound so pleased to see me," I said! Maureen was delighted and I was soon picking her up in the Company car at our usual place so that Mrs Carey didn't know we were together. "Shall we just go for a drive," said Maureen who, like me, was desperate to have one of our "petting" sessions. I stopped the car in a remote field that we had found before and quickly embraced each other. Maureen's legs were apart and she was eagerly giving in to my expert fingers when I said, "I have got a little surprise for you. Just look in my top pocket." She gasped as she pulled out a packet of condoms. "Oh Steve," was all she said! Condoms were not available in this Catholic Country and she had never seen one before. Nevertheless she tore the top of the packet with her teeth and I couldn't help chuckling to myself as I remembered the shy little girl that had first opened the door of her mother's house. She had that condom out of its packet and rolled on to my erection with the skill of a seasoned prostitute! Maureen Surrenders She quickly mounted me the way we did before when we very nearly made her pregnant. Once again was in charge and there was nothing I could do. She started to bounce up and down and my penis was going in and out of her like a piston. We could neither of us keep this up for long and soon I knew from the increased speed that Maureen was going that she was climaxing. This brought me off and I could feel the hot sperm pumping inside her and safely into that wonderful condom. "Don't worry," I said, "I brought dozens of them back with me!" "You are wonderful," she said. Our lovemaking took on a new urgency after that. Mrs Carey never did find out. She would have kicked me out and thrown my suitcase in the road after me! Inevitably I was recalled to England after a few months and Maureen and I parted. She was naturally a highly sexed teenager and who knows what she would get up to now that she had tasted sexual freedom… Maureen Swallows Granddad Maureen examined herself in the mirror. "I could probably stand to lose a few pounds." She thought. The boys in college couldn't get enough of her, though. Maureen had bright green eyes, short spiky red hair, and a very cute smile. She was not ugly by any means, but many of the girls in her school were prettier than Maureen. She had one thing going for her that the other girls didn't though. Maureen was very busty. She had a mouth-watering 36DD chest! She had inherited her boobs from her mother and her grandmother. She glanced again at the mirror while running her hands over her luscious mounds. Maureen smiled. Due to her considerable attributes, Maureen had no trouble getting dates with the boys in school. She had gone all the way a couple of times, but what she really loved was giving her dates one of her world famous blowjobs. Nothing made Maureen happier than sucking a huge load of cum into her mouth, or onto her massive tits. She became aware of the joys of blowjobs from looking through her parent's stash of porn videos. One Saturday afternoon, while her parents were out shopping, she decided to pop one of the tapes into her parents VCR. The title was "Top heavy blow jobs." What she saw on the screen amazed Maureen. There was a very curvy, black woman taking the largest cock that Maureen had ever seen, deep into her mouth. In fact the tall white guy on the video was fucking her in the mouth. Maureen was instantly aroused. With every thrust of his hips, the man drove his cock deeper into the black girls throat. Her thick lips worked up and down his shaft, sucking him in even deeper. She had her tongue sliding underneath his cock and drool was leaking out of her mouth and onto her considerable chest. The girl was even bigger than Maureen in that department. Soon the man started to moan and cried out "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum." The black girl opened her mouth and Maureen could see jet after jet of sperm shooting into her mouth. A few drops leaked out of her mouth and onto her tits. To Maureen's amazement, the girl lifted her giant tits to her own mouth and slurped up the errant strands of cum. Maureen had always had her boyfriends wear condoms and had thought of cum as nasty, and something to be avoided until this very minute. Now she knew she couldn't live another day without tasting some herself. Maureen had never felt so turned on and wet in all of her life. She started to rub her moist panties. She just had to try a blowjob herself. As if on queue, there was a knock on the door. Maureen hid the stash of videos away and ran down the steps, her giant boobs trying to escape her much to small tank top in the process. She opened the door and was disappointed to see Rob the paperboy. Rob was very nerdy and almost squeaked when he talked. "Hi Maureen." He said sheepishly. Rob got picked on in school a lot and Maureen knew he had never even been on a date before. "Hi Rob." Maureen replied. She suddenly had a very naughty thought. "Uh Rob?" she said. "Yes." Rob squeakily replied. Maureen decided right there and then that she would give Rob the thrill of his life. This was a golden opportunity that she couldn't miss. Maureen grabbed Rob's hand and pulled him into the house, kicking the door shut behind him as she did. Rob Lost his balance and fell into the couch. "Don't say a word Rob, Just sit back and enjoy what's about to happen." Maureen told him. Maureen ripped off her tank top and threw it behind her. Her big floppy tits fell into Rob's view. She noticed that his shorts were starting to tent. Maureen fell to her knees directly in front of Rob and pulled his shorts and boxers down, revealing a pretty impressive cock. "Uh, very nice Rob. If I'd have known you were packing that weapon, I'd have done this a lot sooner." She told him. Rob was still too stunned to even smile. Maureen leaned forward and sucked Rob deep into her mouth. "Urg. Ummm." Rob moaned. Maureen really enjoyed the sensation of having a cock in her mouth and she could taste Rob's precum on her tongue. She started swirling her tongue around Robs cock. "I'm really gonna love this." she thought. She started to bob her head up and down the length of his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth each time. Then she started to suck as she was doing this. Rob was in heaven to say the least. He started to buck his hips up to meet Maureen's lips. "Thank you god, thank you god." he thought. Maureen was really enjoying her self and started to fondle Rob's balls as she was sucking him. Without warning Rob erupted into Maureen's mouth. He moaned as he shot stream after stream of cum. Maureen swallowed as much as she could but just like the girl in the video she lost some as it leaked onto her tits. She sucked every last drop of cum out of Rob's cock. Maureen then lifted her heavy breast to her mouth and slurped up the few drops that had escaped. "Rob, please don't tell anyone what we did here today, this is just between you and me. If you keep your mouth shut, I promise we'll do this again." Maureen told him. After all, she couldn't have everyone thinking she was some kind of slut. Rob smiled and thanked god for his good luck. After her first blowjob with Rob, Maureen couldn't get enough cum. She had blown almost everyone on the basketball team, including one of the coaches. She had picked up a couple of garbage truck drivers at the local truck stop. She even sucked off three construction workers at the same time. Of course, Rob had gotten lucky again on more than one occasion. Maureen made it a constant habit to go to every party she could. There was always lot's of guys willing to give Maureen her dose of cum for the week. It was after one of those Saturday night parties that Maureen was walking home. She had swallowed three loads of cum and was very happy. She was pretty drunk and had forgotten that her grandfather was staying over at her house this weekend. Maureen let her self in the back door and snuck up stairs, being careful not to wake her parents up. She stumbled on the upper landing and went into the wrong room! Maureen pulled off her top and unclasped her bra letting her pendulous boobs swing free. After completely undressing, Maureen flopped onto the bed started drifting off to sleep. She was suddenly aware that someone was in her bed, and worse yet that it wasn't her bed! "Oh god, where am I?" she thought. She reached her hand across and found a raging hard on in her grasp. "Hmmm, I don't know who this lucky guy is, but he's about to give me some sperm!" Maureen thought happily. Maureen leaned over and sucked her mystery man into her mouth. He was very large. Maureen was determined to take as much of him as she could though. She could tell that the stranger had awoken. He started to moan and grunt, and thrust his hips up to meet her mouth. Maureen grasped his cock and started to pump him with her fist and tightened her lips on his shaft. The man placed his strong hands on her boobs and pulled at her huge nipples. Maureen knew that he would have a huge load for her and she started to slurp and make sucking noises as she continued to worship his cock. In a strangely familiar voice the man warned her that he was going to cum. Maureen took him into her mouth deeper. Within seconds her mouth was filled with sperm. The man gasped and started to shoot what seemed like a gallon of cum into her willing mouth. After swallowing as much as she could, Maureen pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed the last couple of shots onto her tits. "Now that was fun." Maureen exclaimed and collapsed onto the mans chest and fell into a deep sleep. Maureen awoke to find herself in her own bed, not sure how she got there. She remembered her mystery man and the fantastic load of cum he had given her. But didn't know who he was or why he was in her house. "Was it Rob?" she thought. No he didn't have the balls to sneak into her house, or the balls for that much cum! Maureen got dressed and headed downstairs. Her mom and dad were heading out the door. Her mom called out "Maureen, Can you make some breakfast for your granddad when he comes down? We'll be home before dark. Thanks honey!" Maureen was horrified. "It couldn't be." she thought. Maureen heard a noise behind her and spun around to her grandfather standing there. "Honey, I want to thank you for last night. You have no idea how bad I needed that." He told her. With that he dropped his pants revealing another raging hard on. "I sure could use that again if you don't mind?" Maureen was in shock. They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like minutes. But finally her love of cum prevailed over her morals and she removed her top, letting her giant breasts fall free. "Cum is what is most important in life." she told herself. Maureen stepped over to her grandfather and dropped to her knees. As she engulfed him in her warm mouth, she thought, "what would mom think if she could see me now?" The end part one.