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Spread

By: diamonds4pearls



Close your eyes. No, don't. Here, I'll cover them for you. 

Your last look of me vanishes as I tighten the cool, red silk around your eyes. You feel the ends of the cloth trail over your shoulders as I pull them back, behind you, to me. With one hand, I knot the silk around my left fist, tugging your head, up and back, onto my shoulder, exposing the smooth length of your neck. 

My teeth touch your ear and I whisper, "You wanted to know what I would do to you. My gorgeous," at this my teeth travel from your ear, to the pulse point directly, below your lobe and clench, before soothing the mark with my tongue, "womyn. You have no idea."

There's a hesitant giggle from between your lips and my right hand traces short, cool paths down the hollow of your neck, onto your collar bone, then across your visible bra line, seen through the light t-shirt your wearing, to grasp your left breast. My fingers slide from their hold around your breast, to the tip, where I pinch. Hard. Painfully hard, and press into you from behind, pulling you closer to me with my grip, on the back of your head and my arm across your chest. You gasp and arch up, into my hand. 

If you only knew the way I think about you. How I think about taking you. Forcing you, hurting you. About how I want you to submit, to beg me. To know how far I can push it, to make you feel. 

My breath is low, against your neck, you can almost feel the softness of my lips against your throat, and you wonder at the roughness of my words placed, so gently, on your skin. To remind you, how good it can feel, to struggle. Especially against someone who would never, truly, hurt you. 

Still confused, you stumble as I push you forward, leading you by the pressure of my fingers delicately wrapped by silk and placed firmly at the back of your throat. Walking carefully, you step cautiously where I instruct, hesitant but interested enough to play along, at least for awhile. With a creaking noise, I shift away from your back and beside you, before you feel a slight chill as the evening air finds it way over your body and into your clothes. Still pushing, I direct you out, onto the patio, where you hear the echo of your bare feet and my shoes following us. Down one step, you feel the grass underneath your feet and begin to get antsy, "Hey, Michelle?"

Shut up.

And you do, just in time, because you feel your argument cut short as I push you backwards against the fence and wind two long strips of cloth across and into your open mouth before tying your head firmly, by your neck, to the posts. You move against me, resisting, and I press my body into yours, my breasts against your cold nipples, and my knee between your thighs, pushing the loose canvas of your pants against your pussy. While you're concentrating on my thigh raising you high against me, I trap your left hand as it rests against my chest, left there, forgotten and tie it up, away from your body against the wood of your backyard fence. I repeat this with your right hand, before dropping away from you, leaving you suspended and arched towards me. Muttering something, you twist as I grab your right foot and lash it away from your body , to a stake left in the ground, before tying your left foot to another one. You're angry now. Not only are we outside, but your neighbors could hear anything going on, if you even could relax enough to enjoy it. But your nipples get harder at the thought of me watching you twist against the fence, restrained by red silk. 

I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to slowly slice your inhibitions away and force you to scream into your gag as you cum around me. Then, when your body is exhausted from my attention, I'll let you down and fall asleep inside of you. 

After moments of silence and no cues from me as to the direction of this exhibition, you hear a click, and then feel pressure at your waist, then shredding noises as your bottoms are ripped off of you. My left hand is there now, against your cunt, and my teeth you can feel them against your breast. You moan and push into my hand, spreading your naked thighs for me, arching into the fingers you can feel just beyond your panties, almost slipping inside of you. Then, you feel my right hand move against your breast, that click again, then a small, cool pressure slides over your shoulder, flicks up, and off falls one side of your shirt, before the same pressure and flick on the other side, rids you of the entire top portion of your t-shirt. Where it falls down around your waist, my mouth follows, leaving your breast to trail down the crease of your left hip, down to right below your pussy, sucking so close with my mouth that if you could only stretch down a little further, I would slip, and my tongue would be on your clit. But I don't slip. Instead, as you arch closer to my mouth, my tongue slides under the band of your right leg and touches, with just the tip, the inner moistness of your pussy. 

As my tongue slides from the bottom of your pussy, to the top in one smooth motion, the cool, sharp pressure of the object returns, this time slicing away the sides of your panties, leaving your pussy covered only in my tongue and the evening air. My hands slide up your waist, as my tongue stays, sucking and licking your clit, sliding into your darkness, and you feel the metal in my right hand, moments before it cuts viciously through the front of your bra, releasing your breasts to my hands. I drop the instrument between your feet and moan as my fingers slide from inside your pussy, into your ass, fucking you with your wetness, as the lubrication from my tongue begins to make you quiver, and the tugging and pulling of your nipples begin to burn against my fingers, clear down into your pussy and ass. As I ram my fingers in and out, in and out, in and out of your ass and flick your clit over, and over, and over with my tongue, you moan against the gag, twisting and pushing my fingers and face further into you, fucking you deeper, deeper, harder and harder, and harder against the fence that your groans and moaning becomes louder and louder as you get closer to coming. Then, as my fingers and tongue enter you again, pounding deep inside of you, stretching you, fucking you, you begin to come. You come moaning, twisting and struggling against my body, holding you up, continuing to fuck your ass, as you come, then cutting you down and pulling you against me, onto a blanket I'd left out for this very reason. 

As you calm down, I slowly unwind the silk from around your wrists and ankles and pull you closer to me, waiting till you're ready to remove the last restraints. 

I told you I'd fuck you senseless.

Spread A Little Sunshine



Lars Hallestrom had enjoyed the day today. All had gone well at work, so well that he got off early. His Chiropractic practice was slow today, his last patient had left before 4 PM, so he could go home and spend time with his wife and daughter.

He adored them both, his loving daughters were the light of his life. There was Kim, who was away at college, then off to law school. And there was his pretty Sunshine. Although parents were not supposed to have preferences, Sunshine was the apple of her Daddy's eye.

When Sunisa had been born to Lars and his Thai-born wife, they'd named her Sunisa, but Kim had never been able to say it when she was small, so she nicknamed her little sister "Sunny." Lars and Mai had begun calling her their "Sunshine" shortly after and only relatives called her Sunisa now. A few of them called her "Sunny", which she also answered to.

Sunshine had started University a few months earlier, she intended on becoming a Sex Therapist. Lars and Mai felt very blessed to have 2 intelligent, driven children. In their 22 years of marriage, he and Mai had experienced a lot of joys. The latest was their new home – but it didn't matter as much as their girls, the couple were extremely proud parents.

The new place was pretty nice though. Long driveway, lushly appointed grounds, lots of trees and room for Mai to garden – at last – a pool, a nice patio and 10 bedrooms, nice for family and company to come and visit. His checkbook was feeling the strain from Mai's redecorating, but he didn't mind indulging his sweet, loving wife. In all the years of their marriage, few harsh words had ever passed between them, nor was she a spendthrift. The girls always came first, now that they had some cash, why not put it to use?

He got out of his car, stretched and went indoors, calling out, yet getting no response. He climbed the winding staircase up to his room, not sure if he wanted to read or have a little nap before dinner. He assumed that Mai had gone out furniture shopping again, perhaps with his sister, the two of them were thick as thieves and often lunched together, usually once or twice a week.

He passed by his daughter's room and heard some muffled noises from inside. He decided to pop his head in and say hello. Lars got the shock of his life!

The sunlight was streaming in from the big window by Sunshine's bed, illuminating two figures on the bed. They were attired in sexy lingerie and making love, gently, sweetly. Lars recognized Sunshine instantly, he didn't know the other girl, a sexy blonde. The two women looked incredible in the light, radiant and sensual in their sapphic love-play.

His daughter was a lovely young woman, with long, natural blonde hair and delicate, tiny breasts. Her face and skin tone belied that of her mother, she had the best of Lars' Swedish good looks and her mother's Thai heritage. The pretty girl underneath his daughter's prone body was also lovely, leggy and blonde. Both girls wore heels and exotic lingerie, from their movements, they were not strangers to each other or this form of sex. They moved together gracefully, backlit by the sunlight streaming in, tasting gently from each other's pussies, hands running up and down slim, firm, soft young flesh.

Discovering his daughter was likely gay was a shock to Lars, but that was her business. He also realized he'd been watching them for a good few minutes, so he made his way to the door to Sunshine's room and closed it quietly behind him.

Lars sat on the bed in his bedroom and tried to wrap his head around the fact his daughter was both sexually active and into girls. It wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, he supposed – at least there would be no unexpected pregnancies. Then he kicked himself – he was making an assumption, how did he know his lovely daughter wasn't bi-sexual? These were unusual times.

There was a small rap on the door and he called out "Yes?"

"Daddy, it's Sunshine! May I please come in?"

"Certainly baby."

Sunshine entered the room, she was now wearing a light-yellow robe. Despite himself, he couldn't get the image of her beautiful, naked body out of his mind. He noticed she was still wearing the heels she'd worn in bed with her lover.

Sunshine sat beside him on the bed and took Lars' hand in her own and squeezed it. "Thanks for not freaking out Daddy." she said softly.

Lars looked into his daughter's dark eyes and said "Excuse me?"

She gave him that winning smile of hers. "I know you saw us Daddy – that you were in my room for a few minutes. I opened my eyes and saw you, but you left the room. Thank you for not freaking out."

He gave her a small hug and told her "Sunshine, your love life is your own business, but you're going to have to be careful. You're an adult, but we don't want to upset your mother. So – are you gay or do you like boys?"

Sunshine actually blushed a little and looked over at her father. "I'm not gay – but I don't really like boys."

Lars was puzzled. "Okay honey, that makes no sense at all."

Sunshine moved closer to her father on the bed. "Girls and women are fun and sexy, Daddy – but boys are in too much of a hurry. I like men!"

Lars thought he should be uncomfortable, but he and Sunshine had always had a very close relationship. "Have you been with many men, darling?"

Sunshine shook her head, her long hair swirling about. "A few, but I've been having a lot of fun with ... well, I'll tell you later Daddy." she said, giggling.

Sunshine moved closer to her father on the bed. "Daddy, do you find me attractive?"

"Well baby, you're my daughter, of course I think you're attractive."

"No, I mean if I wasn't your daughter. Would you think I'm sexy? Would I be the kind of girl you'd like to fuck?"

Lars stammered a little. "B-baby, d-don't be silly. You are my daughter and I have never cheated on your mother with anyone."

Sunshine grinned slyly. "But you have thought about other women, Daddy? You're certainly not dead – you must look on occasion."

Lars nodded. "Certainly I look baby, but only look. I love your mother too much to ever hurt her."

Sunshine pressed on. "Have you ever looked at me, Daddy?"

Lars admitted inwardly that he had looked at his daughter in that way lately. She was beautiful, her face was sensual, her body trim and smooth, no traces of fat, her legs long and silky and ---

He shook his head. "Baby, we can't continue talking about this. I'm your father, for God's sakes!"

Sunshine smiled. "Daddy, talking about sex is normal and healthy. I'm going to be a sex therapist, remember? Now – have you ever looked at me and thought I'm sexy?"

Lars nodded, ashamed of his occasional lusty thoughts. Sunshine just continued to smile at her father.

"Daddy, look at me now."

Lars turned to Sunshine and knew what he would see. She sat on the bed beside him, her yellow robe lying in a puddle on the floor. She had been naked underneath it, her lovely body fully exposed to his gaze now. He looked at her, admiring every inch of her, she was so exquisitely beautiful. Her nipples were hard, Sunshine's pussy was devoid of any hair and the lips were still glistening from her earlier love-play.

"I'm sexy, aren't I Daddy? I'm the kind of girl older men think about when they dream of fucking younger women, aren't I Daddy? Am I the kind of girl you'd like to fuck Daddy? Admit it, you'd love to fuck someone as sexy as me!"

Lars felt his cock straining at his pants, but he had to maintain self-control. His daughter grabbed him by the face and turned his head towards hers, roughly. She planted a kiss on him that was like no kiss any daughter should give her father, hot, lusty, full of passion. She tasted sweet and he realized he was likely tasting the pussy of the girl she'd been eating earlier. His cock got even stiffer at that thought.

"You like kissing me, don't you Daddy?"

Every fiber of his being was trying to keep a level head, to not succumb to Sunshine's beautiful charms, to not allow himself to go and take the step he knew would take them over the edge. Lars knew it was already too late though, he wanted his baby, he wanted to feel her tight, hot little cunt wrapped around his cock. He was at the precipice and she was only too eager to push him over.

Sunshine's lips were on his again, her tongue exploring his mouth. Lars was lost, emotion was overriding intellect, he ached to fuck her, he knew if she kept this up, he was lost. He broke away from her momentarily, but Sunshine moved quickly and pinned him to the bed with her body.

"It's time Daddy, stop being silly. You want to fuck me, I want to be fucked by you. I want to feel your big Daddy-cock in my pussy, I want you to make me cum and do all sorts of nasty things with you. I'm going to feed you my pussy Daddy, and you're going to eat me clean!"

Lars managed to say "Your mother ... " but Sunshine cut him off.

"Mother will never have to know, this is our secret. Daddy, don't I look tasty? Don't I have the sweetest-looking, yummiest little cunny you've ever seen? You want it Daddy, you want to eat it, and suck it and fuck it .... "

Sunshine straddled her prone father and he plunged his face deep within her depths. Dammit, she was right, he wanted to take her and suck the cream from her pussy. His tongue licked and lapped, she was wet already from her earlier play and the juice flowed onto his tongue as he delved deeper within her cunt.

Sunshine moved her body over her father's licking mouth, a beam of light striking the metallic heel of her shoes. Her golden beauty was even more impressive in the natural lighting of the bedroom and her body flexed and moved sinuously, arousing her eager parent even more. Lars toyed with her pussy, using tongue and fingers to get her off, hearing her little yelps of pleasure as he attacked her soft, sweet pussy.

Sunshine's mind was going a mile a minute. This was even better than she had hoped for, her plan was working. Daddy was a good pussy-eater, almost as good as her girlfriend, and he seemed to love her sweet puss. He was devouring her eagerly and she began unbuttoning his shirt, running her hands over his chest, his six-pack, impressed with how in-shape he had stayed over the years. She hoped his stamina would match his physique.

Her nails raked across Lars' chest, a trick that her mother knew well. Lars felt a pang of guilt, but the erotic hold their sexy daughter had on him was far too strong. He had to fuck her, just this once, to know the tightness, the heat, the sweet feeling of that remarkable pussy of hers.

The naked girl pulled off his pants, leaving him with only boxers on. "You wore them!" she exclaimed with glee, as Lars remembered that she'd given him the "Spongebob Squarepants" boxers as a gag gift at Christmas.

Her beautiful eyes were looking at him now, full of love, lust and passion. Lars was sure she saw those emotions mirrored in his own eyes. She was so beautiful and as she reached into his pants and drew out his cock, he knew he was forever damned – but he didn't care.

Sunshine took her father's cock in her mouth and began sucking, licking, slowly, in a teasing, playful manner. He'd never had a blowjob this good, although Mia was close. His daughter relished his cock, basting it with her saliva, lubricating it as she slithered her tongue all the way from the purplish head to the thick balls, no inch of his manhood was spared her erotic attentions. She was a greedy, noisy little thing and that turned him on all the more. She kept looking at him with those dark, almond eyes of hers, she'd suck a little harder each time she caught his eyes.

Sunshine adored every inch of her father's big cock, loved having a man in her mouth again. Pussy was fun, she loved the taste of it and having a woman's adept tongue licking her all over was her delight, but she yearned to feel her father's cock deep inside of her, fucking her until she couldn't see straight.

"It's time, Daddy!" she said sternly. "Time for my Daddy to do what he's been wanting to do for months. You're going to fuck me, I'm going to ride that big Daddy-dick and make it cum in my hot little pussy!"

Sunshine swiveled her body around and faced her father, she straddled him and slowly moved down towards his cock, teasing him, rubbing the lips of her pussy against it, yet not quite taking him in her cunt yet. Finally, Sunshine couldn't take it anymore either, and took him, sliding her pussy down on Lars, he was now balls-deep within her.

She rode her Daddy, taking full measure of the man, using every trick in her sexual arsenal. It was if her life had been leading up to this moment, her studies had prepared her well to be his lover, she rolled her hips and her ass, taking more of him within her body, feeling his strong hands playing with her tits. Lars ran his hands all over her compact frame, loving her little nipples, kissing her delicate breasts gently, treating her as a precious treasure.

Sunshine felt her father's shaft expand deep within her cunt, she tightened her pussy muscles around his cock and heard him groan. 

"You like my hot little pussy, Daddy?" she purred as his cock moved deeper and deeper within her body. She moved back against him, her hands slid all over his sweat-slicked chest.

"I love your hot little pussy, you wild little bitch!" Lars groaned, not sure if he believed this was really happening to him. His daughter was an amazing lay, no question about it, the first he'd had outside of her mother in many years. She took all he could give her and demanded more.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me like the wild, horny bitch I am!" she squealed.

Bitch was still a hard concept for Lars to accept, despite the wild woman riding his cock, he still thought of her as his Sunshine. Yet he knew they could never go back, would he ever be able to look at her again and not desire her beautiful, perfectly-sculpted little body? She had the cutest ass and it was bouncing up and down on his shaft, it was buried deep within her as he continued playing with her tits.

Lars concentrated heavily on other things, not wanting to cum too soon, he wanted to prolong both his own pleasure and that of his daughter. He pulled her tighter to him, her breasts were now pressed to his chest as she moved her tight little pussy up and down on his manhood, fucking him with pent-up passion. How long, how long, had Sunshine been wanting to fuck her Daddy? How long had she been aching to feel his large dick inside her wet, tight cunt?

"Good Daddy, such a good cock, such a good Daddy dick, keep fucking me Daddy, keep it up, yes, yes, yesssss!!" Sunshine squealed as her father's cock moved inside of her. She didn't ever want this to stop, she bounced and wiggled her ass against him as the magnificent fuck continued.

"My God baby, such a naughty little girl, such a terrific fucker you are, good baby, keep fucking Daddy, take it, take it all, you wild little bitch!" Lars yelled back, moving upwards and sending his cock deeper inside of her.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck the shit out of me, keep it up, yes Daddy, fuck your horny little slut of a daughter!"

Her lusty words inflamed him and he yelled back "Fucking you baby, fucking the hell out of you, love it, I love fucking your cunt!"

That was all it took. Lars felt his daughter's cunt tighten and milk his cock, he exploded deep within her, losing every drop of cum inside of her, his seed spilling copiously into her waiting body.

Sunshine lay on top of her father, the two of them panting, nearly exhausted. Nearly.

"Oh Daddy, don't think you're getting off that easily!" Sunshine cooed, playing with her father's chest hairs.

"Baby, I'm beat for now. It will take me a while to recharge my batteries and your mother might come home at any moment!"

"You let me worry about that, Daddy. Come with me."

Sunshine put her robe back on and led her naked father down the hall, to her room, the room he'd seen her and her lesbian-lover playing. She pulled him inside and Lars was startled at the sight awaiting him on the bed.

Reclining on the plush bed, staring up at the father / daughter combo was Sunshine's beautiful cousin, Misty. Her uncle had never seen his niece this way before though.

Misty was wearing a sheer top and black lace bra, her arm was behind her head as she looked over at her cousin and uncle. Her beautiful blue eyes were highlighted with blue eye shadow and her lashes were dark and alluring. Lars' eyes traveled down his niece's tanned skin, her round breasts and smooth stomach, to her long, sleek legs and he saw that she was wearing a skimpy black thong. Sunshine walked over to the bed and sat down beside her alluring cousin.

"Daddy needs a little – inspiration, baby!" Sunshine smiled, kissing her cousin fully on the lips. Lars saw his stunning niece return the kiss with equal ardor. He could already feel his blood racing as the two women kissed.

They were kissing ardently, obviously no strangers to each other's bodies. His daughter's exotic blondeness coupled with his niece's California-blonde style made for a stunning picture. The robe slipped easily from his daughter's body once again and she joined her cousin on the bed, her hands cupping Misty's bra-encased breasts, fondling them and exposing her nipples.

Sunshine began sucking on Misty's nipples as her cousin cooed and moaned beneath her. He could see the girls were heating up, he could almost smell the scent of arousal wafting throughout the room and Lars could feel the stirring in his cock. Watching the kinky scene before him was affecting him, no doubt about it.

Lars saw Misty raise her legs high in the air and Sunshine slid the thong off of her cousin, the bra swiftly followed. The sheer black top covered her tanned arms and she wore a pair of stilettos that were similar to Sunshine's. Lars could hear his daughter whisper how sexy she was, what a pretty baby the younger girl was as she began kissing down her tanned skin.

Sunshine left no part of her pretty relative untouched. She kissed from neck to smooth, flat belly, teasing her with her knowing hands, burying her face in the sweet, blonde-furred cunt before her.

"Ooooh lover, you're the best Sunny, the absolute best!" Misty squealed as her lesbian lover ministered to her needs. Sunny had promised her an unforgettable afternoon, Misty knew her cousin always kept her promises. The agile tongue licked at her clit and Misty's pussy was creaming with the extra kink of watching her studly uncle watching them.

Lars was shocked, stunned, amazed. Had he been told a few hours ago he would have fucked his daughter, that he would be watching her performing lesbian acts with her cousin, he would have thought them insane. Yet, here he was and his arousal was entirely obvious.

Sunshine looked up from her pussy eating and called out to her father "Daddy, are you going to stand there all night? Or are you going to get your ass in this bed and fuck the hell out of this horny little slut?"

Lars did as he was told, letting the girls move aside and find room for him on the bed. "Doesn't my daddy have a beautiful cock, lover?" Sunshine said to Misty. "You'll love having it in you baby, you really will!"

Lars felt a momentary embarrassment at having his niece know he had fucked Sunshine, but realized how silly that was. He saw the girl's small hand close around his shaft and he grinned at her as she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue gliding along his lips. He could feel Sunshine's hands roaming all over his back, his arousal was growing by the moment. 

"I think you're hot, Uncle L!" Misty purred as she pushed him down on the bed. Misty worked her mouth over her uncle's shaft and balls as she saw her sensual cousin straddle her father's face. Lars was surrounded by willing, young flesh and couldn't have been happier about it.




Spread A Little Sunshine



Regaling in his debauchery, he ate his daughter's pussy once more while his kinky niece sucked at his cock and balls. Her style was much different than Sunshine's, she was more fervent, she sucked harder and was a touch less gentle. She seemed needier, more uncontrolled in her needs. The sun was still coming in the windows, illuminating both of the girls, they looked so beautiful, so sensual in the golden glow of the room.

Misty was taking him all in, she wasn't a virgin either. Her talent for cocksucking was even better than Sunshine's, she seemed to love having man-meat in her mouth. She took all of her uncle's rod in her mouth and her efforts encouraged Lars to eat his daughter even harder. Sunshine was cumming all over her Daddy's licking tongue, his face was flooded with her pussy juice.

"Fuck him baby, I've got to watch you fuck my Daddy!" Sunshine yelled as she climbed off his face. Misty moved up on the bed, wiggled her gorgeous ass at Lars and said "I want HIM to fuck ME Sunny!" Sunshine nodded and smiled at her father, pushing him forward.

Lars needed no further urging, his cock was slick from Misty's tongue, he slid it into his niece's tight cunt. She gripped him tightly and he began to move within her, his hands gripping her hips as he pumped his meat in and out of her tight snatch. She was an incredible fuck, knowing and sensual, taking every inch of her uncle's dick and fucking him back. Lars felt his daughter's hands scratching at his back, increasing his arousal. Sunshine seemed to know just what to do to inspire the fuck-lust within him and her sexy younger cousin.

Sunshine moved to the head of the bed and positioned herself near Misty, letting Misty bury her face in her tight, wet shaved cunt, loving every second of their tryst, proud of how quickly her stud-Daddy had adapted to the kinky situation. As Misty's darting tongue dabbed at her pussy, Sunshine clutched her head and held her face tight to her cunt. Sunshine knew that Misty loved it when she got a bit rough, Misty's licking grew even more fervent, she was cumming all over her lover's tongue as her hard-dicked Daddy fucked the shit out of her.

The blazing fury in her father's eyes, the uninhibited way Misty was fucking him back, the unfettered sexuality of their threesome, it was all getting to Sunshine. She was having the time of her life and she didn't want it to stop. She wanted to keep fucking, to keep her lovers with her forever.

Misty would be joining her in college next year, she just hoped her Daddy would be able to cope with the emotions that were yet to cum.

"Oh, Uncle L, you're such a great fuck, Sunny, you were right, your Daddy is a great fuck, fuck me, oh, both of you, so fucking good!"

"My Daddy's fucking you, eat me, you fucking slut!"

"Both of you are so fucking hot, this is wonderful!" Lars bellowed.

Sunshine smiled, at least her Daddy was having a good time. She never realized until today how great-looking he was, still solid and muscular. She'd suspected he'd be a good lover, but as she watched his big cock see-sawing in and out of her lover's cunt, she had no idea he'd be this good.

She moved off the bed quickly, went to her closet and got her strap-on. Sunshine knew her cuz liked being fucked with the big rubber dick, she donned it and got beside her Daddy on the bed. In unison, she slid the dick into her cousin's pussy while her Daddy fucked the whimpering, beautiful blonde.

"Awww God, so good, so fucking good!!" Misty yelped as her relatives fucked her in tandem. The dual fucking filled her holes with cock, good hard cock, she'd never cum this hard!

It was all too much for the pretty, tanned blonde and she let it go, screaming loud as she came. It triggered an orgasm in Sunshine, who followed her and Lars pulled out, letting the girls share his load of sticky jizz. They laved his cock with their tongues, until his spend was completely gone and his cock was shining clean.

With his sensual daughter on one side, his lover-niece on the other, Lars lay in Sunshine's bed, content, yet the guilt was inescapable. He had never cheated on Mai in all the years of their marriage, yet he knew he would fuck Sunshine and Misty again, any time they asked. Their unbridled sensuality had gotten to him, they were in his blood now.

"Babies, we will have to be careful, should we do this again. Very careful."

"SHOULD we, Daddy? You can count on it, that wonderful cock of yours is too good not to use again!"

Lars sighed. He knew she'd feel that way, he felt the same. "Okay baby, but we will have to be careful. What would your mother say if she caught us?"

From the direction of the bedroom door, Lars heard a voice say "She'd say that she was sorry traffic was so bad or she'd have been here earlier to help her naughty daughter greet her delectable little niece. Want to help me strip, baby?" Lars looked over at his wife, standing there, the shock evident on his face. Mai laughed gently at her poor, confused spouse.

Sunshine got up from the bed and began helping her mother undress. Lars found himself unable to speak as Misty left the bed and joined the women in an erotic embrace. Lars wondered if there was somewhere he could stock up on vitamins. He thought he'd likely be needing them. 



Spread Eagle



I called him that night, feeling lonely, desperate for some kind of attention. We stopped having break-up sex months ago, but I knew he wouldn't say no.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," I said.

"... Hey. Everything ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Um... are you busy tonight? Can I come over?"

"Oh." He paused then said, "Yeah, definitely. But on one condition."

I wasn't expecting this. "What's that?"

"I tell you what to do."

"Like..."

"Yes, from the moment you come in the door, you'll have to do exactly as I say."

He never wanted to get kinky while we were dating, so I thought whatever he planned would be pretty mild. I laughed and agreed. He told me to come over in an hour. When I got to his studio apartment, I knocked on the door and opened it after hearing him yell to come in.

"Take off your clothes. Everything," he said, not moving from his leather armchair.

I hesitated, then began unbuttoning my shirt, my jeans, slipping them off uncertainly. His green eyes burned every part of my body, making my nipples grow hard and my pussy wet. My fingers trembled as I unhooked my bra and slide off my black lace panties. 

He had his suit and shoes on, heightening the contrast of my nudity. When I moved my hands to cover my crotch, he stood up, took three long strides, and grabbed both my wrists in one of his big hands to hold them behind my back.

"Spread your legs."

I stepped my feet apart. He slowly traced a line with the back of his fingertips from my neck, between my breasts, over my navel, down to my clit, and then cupped my pussy in his hand. I inhaled sharply and my knees buckled. He started to pull on my pussylips, pinching them, teasing me. I moaned with frustration, wanting nothing more than penetration, but he kept tormenting me.

He released my wrists only to reach up and grab my long blonde hair at the base of my neck, forcing my head back. He started to lick and bite at the soft skin beneath my jaw. He moved his mouth up to my ear and sucked on my earlobe. He whispered, still playing with the lips of my cunt, "What do you want?"

"I... in... put them in..."

He smiled, then plunged his fingers into my wet cunt, then out and in again. I barely had time to moan before he threw me on his bed and straddled my stomach. Things had happened so quickly from the moment I walked in that I hadn't noticed his new bed: A queen size four-poster. Being bound spread-eagle was a fantasy I confessed to him in the first few wine-soaked days of our relationship. In the light of sobriety, he teased me about buying ropes. I blushed and turned away. He tried to make me feel better by saying he would tie me up but didn't have a four-post bed; I was too shy to suggest alternatives. 

I started to wonder why he bought this bed only after I broke up with him, but I snapped out of my thoughts when he grabbed my left wrist and started wrapping thick nylon rope around it, tying it to one of the posts. He reached over me and started to tie my other wrist, and the feeling of stretched immobility terrified and thrilled me. My smooth armpits tingled at the exposure; my nipples hardened. He smiled wickedly at me before moving to bind my ankles to the posts at foot of the bed. The cool air on my wide-open wet cunt made me whimper. 

He stood next to the bed, took off his shoes and belt, unzipped his pants, and took out his stiff cock while appraising my tits and spread pussy. He knelt on the bed in between my legs and rubbed his bell-end in circles around my clit, and I moaned. He leaned down and grazed my nipples with his lips and the tip of his tongue. I gasped and pulled against the ropes, thrusting my hips, wanting desperately to grab a handful of his hair and mash his face into my tits.

He started to tease me with his cock more: rubbing it against my pussy, pushing the tip against the opening, never entering. I struggled beneath him, trying to move down and force his dick into my pussyhole, but he only laughed as the ropes held fast. 

He paused and said, "Beg for it."

I glared at him, but my trembling body and writhing hips betrayed my desire. I wanted to outlast him; I hoped his own lust would overcome his willpower, hoped he'd give in to his need to fuck me fast and hard.

He moved down my body, biting my nipples and stomach, licking my navel, biting my inner thighs. I moaned freely, no longer caring about the neighbors on the other side of his walls. He kissed and licked my clit lightly, teasingly. I arched my back and pushed my hips into his face, needing more, but he only drew back out of reach each time. I strained against my bonds and whimpered noises. He smirked. 

"All you have to do is beg me for it," he said. He slapped my pussy lightly with the flat of his hand, and I shrieked. This tease was too much. I had been on the verge of orgasm for what felt like an eternity, and my pussy was aching to be penetrated. 

"Please! Fuck me! Please, I beg you, just fuck my pussy!" I cried.

Before the words were out of my mouth he thrust his cock inside of me, rubbed his thumb hard on the base of my clit, and sent me over the edge into the wild spasms of my first tied-down orgasm.



Spread Eagle



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You'd pick me up from the airport and greet me with that smile you've had forever, and that accent of yours that walks the line of sexy as freaking hell, and just plain out annoying and creepy. I would get to hug you back as you greet me with the warmest and most loving embrace of my life. As I press in harder I start to feel the other "welcoming committee" get more excited. You put your hand around my shoulder as we walk to your car. Well theoretically not yours, but yours when you borrowed it from your parents, while yours was in the shop getting custom things done to it. As we get into the heavily tinted car and get settled, it shocks me when suddenly you suddenly lean over the console to give me a kiss. Shocked, I gave you that "What the fuck just happened?" look, and you put your finger to my lips to silence any words that I had that were forthcoming.

"I have always wanted to do that, and I have always wanted you." He apologized for being so blunt, but I couldn't have been happier. I too had those same feelings since we had put on a sexy show for each other when we were younger on Skype. But just thinking back to that night sends shivers down my spine, and heat to my unfucked pussy. 

Spotting my obvious excitement, you say, "Open the glove compartment and pick some for later. They're all brand new, I remembered what you said years ago about being allergic to the female ones, so I decided that... well if you want to... " you trail off.

I open the glove compartment to find a massive load of toys, gloves, and condoms. 

"I can pick out anything I want?" I ask you in surprise.

"Anything and as much of anything that you want. I also have surprise for you at my house, I remembered our conversation so vividly and I hope that your fantasies will be filled, if they haven't changed."

I told them they hadn't and I picked out everything there was in the car that could be used to give unbelievable pleasure. You had all my favorite toys that I never had gotten, and condoms up the hoo-ha. Pun intended...

I grabbed the toys that I had always wanted and a bunch of condoms, flavored, ribbed, ultra tough and thin, extra sensitive, hypoallergenic, ass condoms, prelubed, and one of every type. you look at me like I've lost my mind and I say," I'm here for a whole week, and I don't want to leave your bed for one minute of it, I have always wanted your big and thick cock shoved into my pussy and be fucked by it."

My choice of words have your dick at full attention and we pull into your driveway of your abode. Besides the architecture, I could only concentrate on your cock that I have wanted so badly for so many years, as we piled out of the car and into your abode.

As I lean in to kiss you, you pull away, seeing that I'm offended you apologize saying, "Before we start I want to show you something." You go behind me and cover my eyes. With your cock pressing and straining against me, you pick me up and carry me to an unknown place. But when you set me down on my feet and open a door, you tell me to open my eyes. When I do, I see my dream room has finally come to reality. A wall of vibrators, dildos, and toys, sex swings and holsters, a ride on, and a bed surrounded by walls filled with mirrors, were all in there. 

"Oh my vagina!" I say cracking up and walking around inside wondering what I want to try first.

"I only have one question to ask you and depending on your answer will give you access to this room." you say.

"Oh, anything!" I say as you walk up and wrap me into a warm embrace.

"Are you a virgin?" 

I don't want you to think that I'm inexperienced or anything because I know what everything entails, but embarrassed I tuck my head into your big and strong chest as you just stroke my hair and back.

"I'm only asking, because I want your first time to be right, in a bed safe and, not up against a wall spread eagle shoving my dick into you on a sex swing, no matter how hot the thought of that gets us going."

Flattered, and with a little stage fright lifted of actually getting it on my first time in one of those now seemingly daunting swings, I nod my head into your chest. 

"Alright then, come with me. I have an alternative, because your first time should be with someone who you trust and cares about you. Not some crazed sex maniac fucking you. You need a session of love making before I can thoroughly fuck your pussy." You say genuinely with a slightly yet thick seductive tone.

"ok" I say meekly my bravado starting to fade into trust.

You take me by the hand into your bedroom, and pick me up then gently setting me onto the bed.

"this one is for you, this is not mutual it is just so that you can feel what true love making is like by a man that truly loves you from the moment he set eyes on you. I don't want you to worry about if I am feeling good, I want to pleasure you like you've never been before. Just tell me when I hit those sweet hidden spots of yours or do anything that you like. Just tell me to stop if I hurt you my love."

With that we crawl up into the center of the bed and cuddle. As we lay there you slowly start to send shivers down my body when you stroke my back and other seemingly erogenous zones. By making me even more hornier, you can start to feel the heat radiating towards your leg that's intertwined between mine.

Knowing that the cuddling was having its desired effect, you slowly slipped off my shirt, only to have yours join it a minute later followed by the rest of our clothes. Naked spooning wasn't helping the heat that was gathering in my pussy. 

Ever so slowly you slide away from me, letting me fall gently to my back. Once I'm on my back you climb on top of me but letting your hardness stay away from my pussy. You start to kiss my head everywhere but my lips. Once you do kiss my longing lips, I'm aching with desire. 

"I want you inside me, and I want you now." I tell him

"Slow down my fucking bronco." He says to me referring to my desire then demeaningly, "let me tease you first, you need to be nice and wet for me."

Knowing he was right I let his ministrations continue. He slowly made his way down my body, kissing my neck and my earlobes driving me wild. Slowly he kisses a path of kisses down to my bare pussy. Taking his thumbs he opens it ever so gently then starts to eat me out. After a while, his talented tongue has me on the verge of orgasm. He suddenly takes his mouth away from my hole and sticks two fingers inside rubbing spots that put me over the edge when he combined with his rubbing and flicking my clit with his tongue. 

"Oh my god ... I'm cumming!" I say out of breath as I start to coat his hand with my sweetness. However he's fast and quickly switches from his fingers back to his mouth gathering all of my juices.

Once I come back down from climax, he kisses me ever so sweetly letting me taste myself, and asks me for a favor.

"Love, you're so tight and even with a condom on, I don't think I'll last very long. And I want to last a long time with you. So would you consider giving me, even though I'm not a virgin like you already knew... a blow-job? Or hand job? Or both combined?"

To that I only had one question, "Do you was me to swallow? You know I love that, right?"

Stroking himself says, "Oh please swallow, I'm so hard right now that..."

I cut him off with the feeling of my lips kissing the tip of his cock. As I kissed the underside of him he moaned, overcome with the new sensations. I quickly let go of my hold on his cock for less than a millisecond, then only to take the tip of his cock into my mouth. He goes rigid for a second with the sensation and helping him not blast off to early (he doesn't have premature ejaculations at all we are just so horny and it's his FIRST blow job anyway!) I gently pull back and down on his balls stopping his liquid from going anywhere for a while. Slowly, I take his length into my mouth, and once my nose is almost touching his stomach is when I kick it into overdrive. I start sucking him and jacking him off with my mouth while my hands are busy fondling his balls, making him harder and harder. It isn't until I start pressing his balls into and closer his body that he starts to spasm and I lock down my mouth on his cock. 

"Ohhh... I'm going to shoot!" He tells me as a start feeling his hot liquid pour over my tongue and down into my throat. And my god, did he taste good!

I suck him off making sure I got everything, and gently clean him off before I cuddle up to him. 

"That was the best orgasm, I've had in my whole life."

"Better than the first one you've ever had?" 

"Way better!"

"Better than an orgasm brought on by cock in pussy fucking?"

"Absolutely, it was so powerful and strong I felt like my tip was going to fly off with it."

We spoon for a while both knowing that once we "recover" that I'll have my first time. Eventually he whispers in my ear, "You ready?"

"Yes please!"

I pick one of the condoms (ultra thin and tough) and roll it on his entire length, making sure to leave a little room at the top. And once it's on, he starts to stroke my pussy with his fingers making sure it's still nice and wet when he asks, "Do you want to be on top, so you know, you're in more control?"

"No, I want to be held in your arms instead when it breaks." I knew what I wanted and I knew I was going to get it.

"Ok. That can be arranged" you say with a wink.

You take cock with one hand and guide it into my pussy, carefully going in, the thickness and sheer size of your cock makes me gasp with the feeling of it even slightly inside me.

"Are you alright?" you ask me

"Better than alright just stay there for a minute, let me get used to you."

Once I give you the go ahead you slide deeper and deeper into me until you resistance. You pull back a little to get more leverage, but I stop you, "I'm scared."

Knowing all of my past and the fact that I have let myself fall in love with you and grow to trust you, you say, "My sweetheart, I'm not going to lie but this will hurt for a bit."

"I don't want to be a wimp or anything but," I ask him, "will you tell me when you're going to do it?"

"Yes, and I will hold you close when I do it, and kiss any tears that fall if you cry."

"Ok, let's quit being so sappy and do it!" I said enthusiastically.

So you lean down and push against it gently, as if to check that it's still there, and lay on top of me ever so slightly, to hug me. 

"One," he pulls his cock back a bit," two," back a little more, "three!" He pushes through it as if it was a sheet of paper and since I have a high pain tolerance, I barely wince.

We lay there for a moment basking, until you start pumping in and out of my increasingly wet cunt. 

I go to sit up and you adjust so I can see your dick going in and out of me. This makes me incredibly wetter.

"this feels so much better than I ever could have imagined it would!" I say as we pick up pace and you lay on your back.

With you laying back I get to go into an sweet and sensuous exploration of how your cock filled me and hit every angle just so. 

"Thank you for being my first." I say, holding back a yawn, I'm young and I want to fuck, this love making was nice and amazing and all but sometimes you just absolutely need that cock plunging in and out of you at hyper speed.

"Your welcome, and you need to be fucked now." you say matter of factly as you flip me over so your back on top, and you thrust deep inside me, filling me like never before.

After staying like that for a while, we decided to switch things up, and the first thing that came to mind was you taking me from behind. Not anally but you know...

"Holy shit this feels so amazing, please go faster! Please go harder!" I say, "This girl needs to be punished for wanting a cock for so long. Please have your way with me."

And I swear I saw your face light up like a kid who went into the candy store for the first time. 

"That's one of the hottest things you've ever said to me, but now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I know you're going to like it."

It only took minutes that felt like hours of pleasurable fucking before I cried out, "Oh my god, this feels sensational, I think... I think... I'm gonna cum!" And with that I go into the strongest orgasm I've ever had and with everything still spasming inside me, you let my muscles caress your cock in ways only that only they could. 

"I'm not far behind!" and again you blow your load. Feeling how hard you get and how big you have swelled during your climax sets me off into another orgasm, so both of us are cumming together.

"I love you." You say once we are laying down next to each other, and the condom off yourself.

"I love you too."

We embraced and then the festivities picked right back up again, this time me spread eagle.



Spread 'Em



Em was so excited. She was leaving for Wisconsin today. She was going to meet Scott. They had talked for months now and were going to meet. Em packed the car and pulled out of the driveway. She got onto the main highway and got up to the speed limit. After an hour of driving she grew tired of the radio and put in a tape. She was singing away and never realized the speed she was going. 

She noticed lights in her mirror. Great more points to her license, she thought. She pulled over. The policeman walked up to her car. She rolled down her window. Feeling nervous.

"License and Registration please ma'am. Do you realize I clocked you at 120 km on a 100 km stretch of highway?"

He told Em to step outside. This cop was very handsome. Then she got her license out of her purse, it spilled open. And a gun fell out. Em's brother had bought it for her to use as protection. He told her to get out of the car and spread 'em up against the car. Her hands against the car, the officer started frisking her. With only a mini skirt and shirt on, the officer was able to feel every curve in her body. His hands moving up her legs under her skirt. And over her ass. Then Em realized she had been in such a hurry getting dressed she didn't put any panties on. 

"Do you always go around with no panties on in the middle of December?"

She joked and said she did it in case she met a cute cop. Anyways, the officer asked her for her registration. She leaned into the car. On her hands and knees, reaching for the glove box. As she did this, her skirt rose. Exposing her ass. She had perfect cheeks. 

And Officer Halloway noticed right away. He couldn't hold out any longer. He reached his hands out and placed them on her ass. Oh he shouldn't have, but Em didn't mind. It kind of felt good. 

She remained on her hands and knees as his hands moved over her cheeks. They began to slide down over the crack of her ass. She spread her legs a bit to allow him in. His fingers going further. She took a deep breath. Ahhhhhh. 

He had entered her pussy. She was already moist. His fingers finding her hole. Her hips wiggling about. Moving into his fingers. Her hand coming up to her mouth. She bit softly on her hand. Closing her eyes. Lowering her head. Oh man. If his fingers can do this magic. What would his cock do? She thought. 

He pulls his fingers out, covered with her sticky cum. He tells her to get out of the car. She stands there not knowing what to do. The officer pushes her against the car. His hands on her neck. Slowly going down her body. To her breasts. He caresses them. So softly, like a feather. He kneels down on the snow. Lifting her skirt. He loves the look of her pussy. 

Positioning himself, he brings his mouth to her beautiful mound. His tongue licking her crease. With his fingers, he spreads the lips apart. He finds her clit. Flicking it with his tongue. Gently sucking on it. Sending Em into her first big orgasm. He wouldn't stop. She felt her body moving, but it was so intense. She didn't want him to stop.

His tongue moves down. Ohhhhhhh she smells so heavenly. He licks her harder now. Her pussy tiring from this. She needs more. He stops. 

Stands up and tells her to get his cock out of his pants. Her pussy pulsating. She does as she is told. Pulls his cock out of his pants. Using the car for balance, she places her hands on the window and lifts her legs up. Wrapping them around his waist. He again pushes her body against the car. He takes his cock, and runs it over her pussy. Getting her cum over the head. Then he finds her hole. Inch by inch guiding it in. Then with one big thrust, making it go deep inside her. She moans out. 

He pushes it in and out, harder and harder, getting faster and faster with each stroke. She loosens her legs and it gives him more room to work it. His cock throbbing in her pussy. She can feel him about to cum. He starts groaning. 

His rhythm faster then ever now. He pushes into her, and then his cum fills her pussy. Ohhhhh, they are both exhausted. He leans against her body. His head on her shoulder. Then lifts her body and pulls out of her. He does up his pants. As she is pulling her skirt down, he says there wouldn't be a ticket today. And he walks to his car and gets in. 

Her idea of getting stopped by a cop has changed...oh well.....it was worth not getting a ticket.



Spread 'Em, Baby



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Spread the Word



Amy walked slowly down the street; her spirits were low. It was the last day of school for the summer and her classmates were celebrating but the 18year old blond girl had failing grades and could not graduate. She dreaded telling her parents; her stepfather was extremely strict and the brown-eyed beauty feared his reaction to her failing grades. Amy had no friends at all; her stepfather insisted she come directly home from school every day and did not let her go out on weekends. There was a time when girls would invite her to do things and the busty 4'11" blond received many invitations to go out on dates but her steadfast refusal to their offers had long ago discouraged any would be friend or suitor. 

Her mom, May, was in the kitchen preparing dinner and Amy just sat in her bedroom wondering how she was going to tell her parents the bad news. The introverted girl just could not face her parents. She was frustrated and confused, she felt so unsure of herself. The beautiful 18 year old girl has had no sexual experience at all, on the rare occasion that she masturbated; she felt shame and was filled with fear that she would be caught.

Amy helped her mother work in the kitchen, and then she went out to get the mail. May was sorting the mail and placing it on the arm of the easy chair for her husband to read when she spotted a letter made out to her. It had no postage or return address. The 37 year old mom opened the envelope apprehensively, she could not remember the last time she received a letter. A look of shock crossed her beautiful face as the words came to life!

May sat at the kitchen table stunned, she told her daughter to have a seat and read the letter. Amy read the letter and nervously smiled. May's husband wrote that he had found another love and that they were leaving the state together. He told her that she would never see him again! May had mixed emotions; she no longer loved her controlling husband but she feared losing the family provider. The homemaker worked very hard at home but had never had a job and feared for their financial future. The idea of going out to work actually appealed to her but she doubted her qualifications and wondered who would hire her.

Amy felt a deep sense of relief; her stepfather was so strict that she had no life at all; he was at the root of all her problems and would not be missed. Amy said, "Don't worry mom, I will find a job too. Between the two of us, we will earn enough to get by ok."

May opened the newspaper and went directly to the classifieds searching for work. They made up their minds to find jobs tomorrow morning. May was glad to be rid of him; their sex live had been non-existent and he was a mean controlling bastard. The mother knew that she was still attractive and felt alive again at the prospect of finding a new romance!

May drove her daughter to a local shipping company and went on to answer another want-ad for herself. They did not have cell-phones so Amy said that she would search until she found a job and meet her mom at home. Amy went in the office of Ms. Carla Valdez and was seated across the desk from the dark-haired beauty. Carla read the application and frowned when she said, "I don't mean to be rude but without a high school education I cannot hire you, that is of course unless you want to craw under the desk and eat my pussy!" Carla was joking to break up the tension and was in a state of disbelief when Amy replied. "I need the job so much, I would do anything to be hired! I do not have any experience at kissing a woman down there but will do my vert best to please you! Tell me how to do it." The cute girl crawled under the desk!

Carla did not know what to say, so she just spread her lovely legs and let the young girl lick her moist cunt. The 25 year old Carla was thinking how surreal this was, it had long been a fantasy of hers to have a sweet young thing under the desk licking her pussy but she never thought that it would really happen! "Oh yeah, baby, lick it! Suck my clit, good girl, please don't stop!" Carla held Amy's face tight against her pussy as she reached a blissful orgasm! Amy sucked out all of the love juice and savored every drop!

The young girl kissed the hot pussy and kissed down Carla's sexy legs before going back to her chair. Carla smiled at the glistening face of the young girl and told her to go in the restroom and wash her face off. As she sat back down, Amy asked, "Well, do I have the job?"

Carla found out that the girl could type and operate a computer and answered, "I will overlook your lack of a high school diploma and add a comment that you display a willingness to work and possess strong people skills. By the way, I love your skills and am looking forward to experiencing them again! You will be working in the order room down the hall to your left, be there at 9 am. tomorrow morning and report to Carol Burk, she will be your supervisor. Welcome aboard Amy, your starting salary will be $12.50 pr. hour and Carol will let you know what your days off will be, and here is a folder that explains the company's rules and your benefits. See you tomorrow!"

"Oh, thank you so much, I will do a good job and make you proud of me. How can I ever thank you enough?"

"Amy, I think you already know the answer to that question!" Amy excitedly hurried home and just couldn't wait to share the good news with her mother. Amy walked home thinking of her first sexual experience and wondered if she was a lesbian. She knew that she was not attracted to boys and she enjoyed sex with Carla so much that she reached an orgasm herself, while under the desk servicing the sexy woman!

Amy arrived home before her mother and showered, put on a robe and sat on the sofa drinking soda while waiting for her mother to come home. May came home a little later and informed her daughter that she accepted a job as a maid at a motel. Amy told mom about her job and they took it easy the rest of the evening, anticipating their new jobs in the morning. 

Amy was doing well at her new job; she amazed herself the way she was so outgoing and able to take orders and sell products. Perhaps it was because it was over the phone and not face to face or maybe her stepfathers exit from her life helped also. Every day she was summoned to Carla's office and Amy happily performed oral sex on the Latin beauty. After three weeks on the job, one afternoon she did not close the door shut when she entered Carla's office. Three girls were walking by when they heard Carla's moans of lust escape from her office. The curious girls stopped and peeped inside to see what was going on and were shocked to see Carla sitting on her desk with her legs spread wide and Amy feverishly devouring the dripping wet pussy!

After work, the girls offered Amy a ride home. Once in the car, the girls told Amy that they saw her eating Carla's pussy and offered the young girl their pussies to eat. Amy was in the back seat with two-21year old girls and one of them lifted her skirt up and displayed her bald pussy saying, "Come over here and eat my sweet pussy; I shaved it just for you. Why should Carla have all the fun? I know you want it, so get down and eat my pussy, bitch!" Amy got down and eagerly licked the bald pussy. The car was parked in an alley and they all took turns fucking Amy's pretty face. When they were through using her mouth as a fuck-toy, the girls dropped Amy off at her house. Amy thought how nice they were to give her a ride home and let her taste their luscious pussies! 

Mom seamed very tired lately so Amy decided to prepare dinner that night. Amy smiled proudly as she handed her mother a paycheck, telling her to put it toward bills. "Oh my, you earn more money than I do! It is not necessary to hand over your whole paycheck. You should start your own checking account and save some money to buy yourself a car."

"I know mom, but this will help you get ahead, next pay, I will open my own checking account and you can tell me how much to give you for the bills. Oh buy the way, with everything going on, I forgot to tell you that I failed school!"

I know dear, you are a very intelligent young- woman but living with your cruel stepfather would stifle anyone. It is amazing that you did as well as you did! You really should work on your diploma now." 

"I will mom, you should get more sleep, I've noticed that you are not yourself lately, you are tired all of the time."

"I know, it's just that the work is hard, I will be alright, just a matter of getting use to it."

"Maybe you could come work with me! I could introduce you to Carla. What do you think?"

"We'll see, let me think about it." They finished dinner, watched some television and went to bed early. Amy climbed in bed and closed her eyes but sleep did not come. Her mind was swirling with thoughts of her recent sexual awakening. A hand went between her legs when she relived eating pussy and Amy wondered what it would be like if someone ate her pussy?

The next morning Amy was walking down the hall at work and she noticed all of the girls staring at her. She could hear some of them saying, "Spread the word!" she had no idea what was going on. She sat at her desk and began taking orders when her supervisor told her to finish with that order and then come see her. Amy entered Carol's office worried that she had done something wrong. The tall slender redhead stood and directed Amy to sit in the chair. Her green-eyes sparkled when she told Amy, "Everyone is saying, spread the word! Do you know what the word is?"

"No! I heard them talking about spread the word but I don't know what they are talking about."

The 39 year old supervisor leered at her underling, lifted her foot up, and placed it on the arm of the chair, allowing Amy a great view of her juicy cunt covered by a clump of red hair! "The word is legs and I am going to spread the word. Do you see anything you like little girl?"

"I... um... Yes, I like your pussy!"

"Well then, why don't you put your sweet mouth on my wet pussy and make mommy feel good?" Amy sniffed in the sensual aroma of the aroused pussy, placed her lips to the pussy lips, and kissed passionately, and then her tongue probed the depths of the still waters that flowed within Carol's sea of lust. Amy licked and sucked up every precious drop of delicious love juice! Carol cried out, "Yes, good girl, make mommy cum in your mouth! Ohhhh...yessss...sooooo fucking gooddd, lick it all up, baby!"

Amy was walking down the hall to go to the ladies-room and clean up when she was pulled into an office and the door was quickly closed behind her. Three beautiful Oriental women in their thirty's stripped Amy and one ate her pussy while the others took turns sitting on Amy's face. Amy reached orgasm after orgasm, her face was pussy fucked furiously and her cunt was filled with tongues and fingers. As she staggered to the door she was told, "Spread the word."

Amy spent the rest of the day trying to keep up her sales but her co-workers kept offering their pussies to her and they all wanted to give her a ride home. Amy smiled when she thought how lucky she was to work with these wonderful women! Once again, she feasted on hot pussy during the ride home!

Things were hectic for the young girl; she never seemed to have enough time for anything but eating pussy. She loved it but her sales were slipping badly. The only time that she got a break was when she was at home with her mom. Lately, if she walked outside the house, neighborhood girls and their mom's would invite her in for some pussy! They really did "spread the word!"

The next morning before she could sit down, Carol informed her that Carla wanted to see her. Amy was greeted with a kiss and hug from the alluring Carla. Amy could not believe her ears when Carla informed her that they were considering giving her a new position with the company that would pay her $30.00 an hour. She would be in charge of employee morale! Carla and Amy drove to a motel room to meet the owner of the company.

Amy's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped when she was introduced to Marie. The Latin woman was stunning; She possessed the face and body of a goddess, lustrous black hair fell to the center of her curvaceous back, her breasts were huge, her long tan legs were the most beautiful that Amy had ever seen and her flimsy pink satin robe did little to conceal her many charms. The 33 year old sex goddess offered her hand to the trembling girl in greeting, smiled revealing perfect white teeth, embraced and kissed the melting girl. Amy fell to pieces when they broke the tender kiss and she gazed into Marie's black eyes, her eyes sparkled, giving the appearance of stars in the midnight sky. Amy was spellbound when the voluptuous sex kitten whispered in her ear, "They tell me that you are very talented with your tongue, little girl, let's go over to the bed and you can show me what you can do!" Marie led Amy to the bed by the hand and instructed Carla to undress and assist the little girl with her clothes. Amy gasped when Marie took off her robe and stood before her in just black stockings, a garter and high-heels.

Marie was in the bed on her back and when Amy was nude, she got between the luscious legs and dove right in! The bewitched young girl wanted to devour the succulent trimmed pussy. The sex goddess commanded, "Whoa! Whoa, hold it, stop, and tease me before you please me! Kiss every inch of my body. Kiss my neck, arm pits and linger on my bosom, then go to my feet, suck my toes, lick my feet all over, work your way up to my thighs and then worship my pussy with your mouth!" Amy excitedly kissed the ravishing beauty's neck and licked under her armpits, and then she nursed on the huge tits as Marie hand feed the rubbery nipples to her sucking mouth. Amy worked her way down to her feet and admired the lt. blue nails, as if in a trance she sucked each toe and then lapped each foot all over. The little blond girl kissed her way to the thighs, she breathed in the intoxicating aroma of the aroused pussy and vigorously sucked the enlarged clit. Next, Amy began tongue fucking the delicious pussy with fervor. The seductive sex goddess held the little blond girl's face so tight to her sopping cunt that Amy could hardly breathe.

There was a tap on the door, Carla was the only one to hear it, she peered thru the peephole and when she saw an attractive blond woman, Carla quietly opened the door and let her in. The lusty Latin woman noticed the maid's uniform and when the maid attempted to speak; the naked Carla pulled the frightened woman close to her and held a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Carla held her sexy body tight against the frightened woman and whispered in her ear, "We must be quiet and not disturb them. You can clean the room when they finish."

"May whispered back, "I'm not here to clean the room; I just wanted to see my daughter a minute."

"Your daughter? Her name doesn't happen to be Amy by any chance?" May simply nodded her head up and down. "Well, as you can plainly see, your daughter is busy eating pussy. The woman that is enjoying Amy's many skills is Marie, she owns the company that we work for and we can't disrupt them. Your daughter is such a fantastic pussy-licker! Could it be that you were her teacher?"

"No! I have never done that in my life and I can't understand why Amy is doing it!"

"She is eating pussy because she loves it. Why don't you try it, I know that you will like it!"

"No, no, never, it's disgusting. I'm not into women, let me go!" Carla pulled the attractive mother even tighter and kissed her full on the lips. With one hand, she made circles around her ass-hole and with the other, three fingers wormed their way into the aroused pussy. May's pussy was ablaze, she hadn't had sex in so long, every fiber in her body was on fire, there was no way she could resist the manipulations of this sensual woman. 

Carla finger fucked the squishing cunt vigorously, she could feel the trembling woman succumbing to her will and broke the kiss, pushing May's head to her ample bosom she commanded, "Suck my tits bitch, You have always wished that you had a pair of boobs like these, now is your chance to see what real tits are like. Yes, that's it, put your sweet lips on my nipples and SUCK!" May nursed on the large melons, nibbling on the rubbery nipples and gently brushing them with her teeth. Carla brought the frustrated mom some needed relief when she finger fucked the hot pussy and tight ass until May reached a trembling orgasm!

Carla pushed the submissive mother to her knees and demanded, "Now eat my superior pussy, and worship my cunt with your mouth and tongue. The only thing that matters to you now is my beautiful pussy! Now, you understand why you were born! Your reason for living is to please your mistress. You will fulfill my every desire, obey my every command and refer to me as mistress. From this moment on, you will be my willing fuck-slut! Do you understand?"

"Ya... yes... ma... mistress! I am totally yours!" Mom looked up at Carla adoringly and proceeded to lick the scrumptious pussy of her beautiful mistress. May gobbled up the delectable pussy with fervor. She just could not get enough of this tasty treat! May marveled when she realized that she got soaking wet submitting to her authoritative mistress! What she would have considered as degrading, she now found arousing. The submissive mother continued to feast on the magnificent pussy of her demanding lover, and when Carla turned around and pressed her shapely ass to May's pretty face, May enthusiastically tongue fucked the tight shit-hole!

Amy's mother was so embarrassed when she noticed her daughter and Marie staring at her. Her face turned crimson and she could not speak. Marie shook her head and said, "Like mother like daughter!" The exotic beauty kissed Amy goodbye and told her that she did a fantastic job and to take the rest of the day off and see Carla in the morning about her new position. They all dressed and Amy decided to wait for her mother to finish work and go home with her. Carla ordered May to be in her office in the morning. 

Amy had to kill two hours waiting for her mother and decided to get a sandwich. She gazed around the dining area and noticed two older black women staring at her. The one that was facing her, waved Amy over to their table with her hand. The young girl walked over wondering what was up. The women knew her name and where she worked, they instructed her to sit with them and the waitress would bring her food over to their table. Amy sat next to a large black woman with a smiling face and huge tits. The woman hugged her and said that they would pay for her meal! The black woman that sat across from the white girl was tall and thin. Amy guessed them to be in their late thirties or early forties. As they chatted, Amy recognized the lust in their eyes and felt a tingle between her ivory white legs. 

The two overbearing black women paid the bill and ushered Amy out the door. The heavy-set woman held Amy's arm while the slim one purchased a motel room. The black women guided the young white girl into the room, locked the door and ordered Amy to strip! Amy was told that the women of this town had spread the word, and they knew that she was a cunt-lapper. The women disrobed and pushed the frightened white girl in the bed, on her back. The heavyset woman sat on her face and the slender one ate Amy's sopping pussy. They changed positions several times. Then the big black woman sat on the pillows and spread her chubby black legs wide. Amy was placed on her knees and her face was pushed into the smoldering hot black pussy. The skinny black woman with a red tint in her hair moved closer to the white girl whose ass was sticking up in the air and shoved a 10" black dildo into her virgin pussy! The scream that escaped Amy's mouth would have bee deafening had it not been for the pussy grinding her pretty face. It sounded like she was yelling from the bottom of the Grand Canyon!




Spread the Word



"Spread the word to others. The more Earth Trustees there are the more we can trust the future and each other. When enough people help and trust each other we will have a healthy, peaceful planet."

-John McConnell, founder of Earth Day

Spread the Word

The immaculate Ross Stone stood over me, dressed in pressed navy trousers and a freshly ironed white shirt, the sleeves rolled up three quarters of the way to reveal slender, tanned forearms. A large silver watch weighed down his left wrist and glinted under the harsh florescent kitchen light. His eyes studied me through round silver-framed glasses perched on a sharp nose. My ankles and wrists were bound and my head throbbed while my mind tried to arrange what brought me to this state in chronological order.

"Earth Day is a day for concern of our planet and all its living things. John McConnell founded Earth Day in 1970 and he will be celebrating its anniversary with his wife, Anna as guests of honor in Laguna Beach, California for Earth Day 2007."

My vision blurred as Ross droned on, I faded away and was momentarily unaware of my captor and his enthusiastic lecture on Earth Day. My name is Violet Ford, and I had stumbled upon this quaint home in the woods while taking a late summer hike with friends, looking for a nice spot to sit and get high. Before we found a place, I took an unannounced pee break in a heavily wooded area and when I finished I discovered I was lost and alone.

The sunlight had relented to the dusk and I stumbled on through the woods until I came upon an unexpected one story home of wooden white panels and a tidy front yard. A walnut swing hung by chains on the front porch and beckoned me to rest on it. An obese cat studied me from what appeared to be a living room window. Fatigue was setting in and the dusk was rapidly dissolving into darkness and I needed to use a telephone. I knocked twice on the door and when the door opened the rotund cat escaped through the legs of a slightly built man sporting a blond buzz cut and a very neat appearance opened the door. I was aware of my own disheveled appearance, ragged cut off jeans and purple halter top that barely covered up my breasts. I wiped off my face with my grubby hands and smoothed back my straight, shoulder dark hair.

"Could I use your phone?" I asked, introducing myself and explaining to him my situation. He immediately let me in with an empathetic smile, and as I entered I was struck across the top of my skull with a cordless phone. I don't know how much time had passed until I opened my eyes and was lying in his kitchen, my wrists and ankles bound tightly in white, nylon rope. 

Ross Stone introduced himself to me and then assured me no more harm would come to me. He said it was meant for me to come upon his home, lost in the woods and seeking guidance. Ross claimed I was lost not geographically, but spiritually and needed only to become an Earth Trustee to find guidance and stability in my life. 

"Other dates have been incorrectly labeled Earth Day...but designating the First Day of Spring as Earth Day was to take advantage of the Vernal Equinox on the 21st of March and provide for the event to be celebrated at the same time all over the world..." Ross, his finger tips pressed together as he walked in front of me and continued his eloquent planet ranting. "...the Vernal Equinox is when day and night equal and millions of prayers are for the nurturing of our planet can be heard..."

I nodded off again and a foot gently nudged my buttock. My blue eyes snapped back open and left hip was numb from the hard tile. I thought if I moved it might only provoke him. 

"...and first proclamation of Earth Day was by San Francisco, the city of Saint Francis, the patron saint of ecology!" finished Ross; bringing his smallish hands together in a loud clap to indicate he was finished. He turned on his heel and disappeared and soon I heard running water. Ross returned and untied my feet and hands to assist me in removing my clothes. I submitted to his request because I was too exhausted to protest. 

My nude body fascinated Ross as he led me down a short hallway to a small bathroom. The bath water looked inviting and I wanted to wash. Ross set me down on a small vanity chair and taking a seat on a petite cobalt blue toilet, swiftly unzipped his fly and pulled out an impressive sized cock for a man of otherwise limited stature. He stroked out an orgasm in less than a minute, catching every bit of semen in a perfectly folded square of toilet tissue which he deposited in the petite toilet and flushed. The bathroom was so cramped I could have reached over and stroked him myself. 

Following his orgasm he placed me in the hot bath. Ross washed me as if I were made of delicate spun glass. The soap he used was rounded, yellow and scented faintly of lemons. Ross repeated his manic masturbation scene twice more during my bath, and again after he toweled me off and replaced a white robe to cover my clean, soft skin. 

"Tomorrow," he said as he walked me to his bedroom, "We will discuss further the meaning behind an Earth Trustee!" 

In his dimly lit bedroom my robe pulled away from my body and I collapsed into white cotton sheets. When I woke in late morning hour; I smelled coffee and bacon and felt sharp hunger pains. The cat had returned and he purred while I stroked his striped orange fur until he jumped down. I found my robe and followed the fluffy feline into the kitchen. 

Ross stood over a skillet and wore only gray flannel pajama bottoms. I was amazed to see such muscle definition on a little body. Ross set a plate of eggs, hash browns, bacon and toast on the table for me along with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. It wasn't until I finished and was sipping my coffee from a dainty cup that I realized I hadn't even spoken with him.

"You're not married?" I asked him.

"No!" he laughed, inspecting his cuticles as he mentioned that most women found him a bit rigid, impulsive and just a tad difficult to tolerate. 

"Have you?" he asked in return, his eyes now staring down into the contents of his coffee mug.

"No" I answered, with forced smile before I continued. "I came close three years ago. I was twenty-one and in college but a week before my wedding day my fiancée revealed he was bi-sexual and had a boyfriend...the best man." I stopped talking, a numbness spread through my now sagging shoulders. 

"I'm sorry" he said, his eyes peering at me through his glasses. I nodded and sipped my coffee.

"Are you ready to hear more about being an Earth Trustee?" he asked, his face was that of a little boy anxious to show me his new dirt bike. 

"Becoming an Earth Day Trustee helps people develop their calling to sustain the Earth and its inhabitants by making informed choices and decisions..."

My robe had come loose and staring at his compact body left me feeling anxious. My clitoris stirred as memories of his unusual self-gratification ritual distracted me from the Earth Day topic. 

"The hope is to create a new civilization of freedom, brotherhood, and love and for those that believe in the power of prayer this is a possible way to bring about world peace."

I shrugged off my robe to prompt a repeat of last night's frenzied performance. I liked the idea of world peace but wanted Ross now. Ross responded by coming around the table, pulling down his flannel bottoms enough to introduce his swollen cock into my ready mouth while my education resumed. 

"Most feel the sword is mightier than the spirit; mankind is still not ready to use their greater strengths of the mind and spirit instead of the sword. Earth Day Trustees are responsible for practicing positive thinking and act as stewards of the Earth..."

I mumbled I was listening around his shaft and tickled his sac to encourage him to continue but Ross was ready to climax. Ross pulled out of my mouth and flipped me over the table to mount me from behind. His hands locked onto my hips and he slipped effortlessly inside me, methodically thrusting until he exploded with a delicious cry. 

I turned around and Ross roughly pushed me all the way back on the breakfast table and sat down at my chair, placing my legs over his narrow shoulder while he used my breakfast napkin to clean me out, still discussing Earth Day trivia. The entire process of cleaning his spill excited him and he stood up with another erection.

"Learn how an elected official treats the Earth before you vote for them...determine if your job destroys life more than it helps it..." Ross continued on in a husky voice listing Earth Day tips until his face was bright red and glistening with sweet sweat. 

I wrapped my legs around his trim waist and let him slip back inside of me. A delicious friction built inside my cunt from his relentless pumping until my back arched in my own climax. Ross bucked against me until several waves of pleasure had washed over my quivering body.

"Share...anything you can...oh yeah...newspapers...magazines...titty and transportation...so wet...whatever can be shared...boycott products that pollute or cause waste...so warm...sweet hot pussy..." 

His second orgasm took hold and he choked out the words.

"Recycle... plastics... groan... glass... groan... metal... grunt... your sweet fucking pussy..."

I experienced spine tingling pleasure when Ross finally ceased speaking and silently spasmed in a climax, his soft brown eyes rolled up towards the same florescent lights I had squinted yesterday. We left the kitchen and showered together, the slippery lemon soap changing hands as we washed each other.

"Growing your own food is another measure an Earth Trustee can take to ensure the longevity of our planet." Ross soaped up my back in lemony suds and promised to show me the garden outback. I learned he made the lemon soap! 

In the backyard, I was shown the most beautiful flower and vegetable garden, a true paradise. It didn't surprise me after learning Earth Trustee's encourage others to use their own hands and make whatever they can instead of buying it. A gazebo covered in grape vines was where we ate his homemade bread and strawberry preserves. 

I fell easily in love with Ross because minus his peculiarities...he was a wonderful man. Some couples convert to other religions before taking their wedding vows but I took an oath and enrolled to be an Earth Trustee. 

Seven months after Ross abducted me, we wed on Earth Day under the gazebo with a circle of our closest Earth Trustee friends. I wore a simple white gown I sewed myself with a flowing veil. The same moment we were declared man and wife, the United Nations Peace Bell rang for a moment of prayer for our planet and of commitment for Earth Trustees, and our new lives as Ross and Violet Stone began on the first day of Spring! 

What the world needs is to be bashed over the head with a phone to make people aware of Earth Day. And who would have thought that saving our planet could be so damn sexy? 

The End



Spread the Word



The pain was replaced with pleasure, the white girl fucked back at the black dildo, and she feasted on the black cunt in her face. The black women got up, explaining that they had to go and the slender one apologized for taking her virginity so roughly; it never occurred to her that an attractive 18 year old girl would be a virgin. Amy hurried to go down to meet her mom.

Mother and daughter spent a quiet night at home, never discussing the events of the day!

They drove together to Carla's office. Amy was told that the women could no longer use her at will and would have to submit a request for her services. The ones with the top sales record and best attendance would be given first crack at her. She laughed at her choice of words. Amy was given a key to her new office and instructed not to admit anyone without a pass that was signed by Carla Valdez, except for Marie, of course. Amy entered her new office and was impressed with the round bed, mirrors and plush rugs and furnishings.

Carla informed May that she would be taking her daughters place at the order desk. May was also told that she belonged to Carla and would not have sex with anyone else but her. The only exception would be when Carla ordered her to have sex with another woman. "I am your mistress and you are my fuck-slut. I own you and you will be my willing sex slave. Do you have a problem with that?"

"Oh no, mistress, I live to please you in any way that I can!" 

Amy was surprised when her telephone rang and picked it up to find Marie on the line! Marie asked her how she liked her office, told her that she was impressed with her and said that she would come by to visit her often! Amy gushed with joy! She was worried that she would not see Marie again. Marie was a goddess to her and she would gladly give up all other lovers to be with Marie, she would even be her fuck-slut, just like her mom was for Carla. Amy got herself a drink and sighed as she took in her surroundings and thought about the many charms of the enchanting Marie.



Spread Thy Close Curtain, Love-Performing Night!



The Beginning.

I was crushed. Anger, loss and guilt mingled to make of me an emotional and increasingly, a physical mess.

Those who have experienced the loss of their first love will understand how I felt when I received a letter from Judy announcing she was to be married. 

Perhaps I had better explain.

Chapter 1. Cubby Love

I first fell in love with Judy when I was six years old. I was in the same class as her in Primary School when I first set eyes on her across the class room. A pretty little creature with black curly hair and large dark eyes and a brown complexion as if she had a permanent sun tan; it was love at first sight.

There it would have remained because I was far too shy to speak to her. Also at recess time in those days the girls and boys were separated into different “play grounds,” as they were called, so no opportunity presented itself for further contact.

I might, of course, have tried to meet her before or after school, but her mother brought her to school and met her afterwards.

Fortune, however, was on my side. Judy lived in the same street as my family and my mother became a great friend of Judy’s mother, Mrs. Parsons. Thus eventually I was brought into further contact with Judy. 

The first time I met Judy, apart from the school room, was when Mrs.Parsons, visiting my mother, brought Judy with her. The two adults chatted as Judy and I stared at each other, once more across a room. Then mother made the usual comment of most parents; “Why don’t you two go out into the garden and play.” No doubt they wished to discuss the latest local scandal not fit for children’s ears.

“Show Judy your cubby house,” mother added. If only parents understood the dangers of cubby houses!

Judy and I duly wandered out into the garden and still unspeaking I led her to the cubby house. Here Judy, with all the wiles of a female three times her age, flattered my male ego. 

“I’ve got a cubby houthe too,” she lisped, “but ith not ath big ath thith.”

I, with male instinct for what was required responded, “But I bet it’s got some nice things in it.”

“Oh yeth,” Judy responded, “Ith got a tea thet and a real bed and table and chairth.”

The social ice was broken and from that moment Judy and I became firm friends. The visits between our mothers were quite frequent so when mother went to visit Mrs.Parsons I tagged along, as did Judy when her mother visited mine.

In time we were allowed to visit each other unaccompanied by mothers and in our respective cubby houses over the following years, all sorts of interesting games were played.

These began, I think, when we engaged in the childish curiosity which culminated in, “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

At that stage interest in each other’s genitals was purely academic as we speculated why I had one and Judy didn’t. Then came the time when Judy, having secretly observed her parents in the act of what in later years I knew to be sexual intercourse, announced, “I thaw daddy lying on top of mummy and he wath moving up and down.”

We considered this strange phenomenon but could come to no conclusion as to why her parents should have been so occupied. In order to consider the matter further Judy suggested we should play at mothers and fathers.

This took place in her cubby house with her “real bed,” which wasn’t actually a real bed, but the cut down version of a single bed. Never the less it served for the purpose of our experiment.

Judy lay down and I got on top of her as instructed, then sort of pounded up and down. The effect was unspectacular if not positively uncomfortable so we gave up this attempt and returned to the intellectual speculation of the subject.

It was agreed that Judy would try to see her parents in the act again, and try to find out any further details. I undertook to do the same with my parents. 

I think I was more fortunate than Judy when it came to this investigation. From the standpoint of adulthood I can now see that my parents were still very emotionally engaged with each other. Sometimes, when I was supposed to be asleep, I had heard strange cries, whimpers and moans emanating from my parents bedroom. 

In addition, there was little of physical prudishness in our family, and it was not unusual for me to see mother or father moving about the house, not quite naked, but in very basic underwear. I had observed some differences between my mother and father in that on occasions when I had seen mother in panties and bra or her two piece bathing suit, I noticed she had rather “large lumps” in front of her chest, and father was less well endowed in this respect.

While on the subject of mother I should point out that as a child I thought her very pretty, in fact, it was Judy’s similarity to mother that probably attracted me to her in the first place.

Whilst I might not have given her this description when a child, I can now say that mother would probably not be described as beautiful or even pretty; if I were to use one word to describe her it would be “striking.” The same brown complexion that I had observed in Judy, dark shining eyes, a nose slightly curved giving her something of a noble hawkish look, full lips with a soft rounded chin and a long neck that reminded me of a marble column.

Her figure is full with breasts tending to the large; narrow waist and wide hips to match her breasts. She said of her figure, “I have to watch it,” meaning that she could easily put on weight. Her legs are shapely and sturdy with narrow ankles and small feet.

I have heard someone refer to her voice as “dark brown,” which I think was a description of its soft alto timbre. I know I have always loved to hear her speak my name, “Hugh”, for she gave it a musical lilt.

My father’s favourite name for her was “Gypsy” that he used more often than her true name, “Hera.”

Mother is a pharmacist who during my childhood worked in the local Pharmacy. 

My father is a robotic engineer. He was apparently one of the first to graduate in this specialised branch of engineering, and had his own consultancy practice.

In looks he was the exact opposite of my mother, being tall, slim, with fair hair and penetrating blue eyes. Perhaps it was the very physical difference that attracted them to each other, for attracted they were, being very physically demonstrative, and since I now know what those noises from their bedroom meant, they must have engaged in sexual intercourse frequently.

It was on such a night of ecstatic sounds that I made my first spying foray to my parent’s bedroom, where, as Judy had informed me, she had seen her parents engaged in the mysterious activity in their bedroom.

I cautiously opened their bedroom door. Had I been detected I had my excuse ready. I would announce that my bedroom was on fire.

I was not, however, observed, and the sight that met my eyes nearly made me give myself away with a gasp of amazement. Father was not on top of mother. It was the exact reverse. 

Mother was just climbing on top of father and I could see upstanding his penis, or “Thing” as I called it in those days. Mother proceeded to make his thing disappear between her legs. She then proceeded to slowly lift herself up and then drop down again, whimpering as she did so, while father groaned.

Such words as I could decipher seemed to be talking about how they loved each other and could go on doing whatever it was they were doing for ever.

Fascinated as I was by this performance, I feared detection, so having observed thus far, I fled back to bed bewildered as to what all this might mean.

Judy and I having examined each others genitals externally, I knew that Judy had a slit. I conjectured that somehow mother was putting father’s thing into a slit such as Judy’s. From the sounds I had heard I was not sure if they were cries of pain or pleasure, but as they seemed to be enjoying what they were doing, I opted for pleasure.

The very next day after school Judy and I retreated to her cubby house where I related what I had seen.

Judy considered my report for a while then announced we should play “mothers and fathers.”

On this occasion this demanded the removal of our nether garments and Judy climbing on top of me. Endeavour was then made to get my “Thing” into her “Slit”. It was of no avail. My limp organ could make no impression on her little slit so eventually we gave up the attempt, relegating it to the category of one of those strange, unexplainable things adults did. We ended up having pretend afternoon tea together.

Chapter 2. Jolly Boating Weather

The next step in my bonding with Judy came about through our family annual holiday. My parents always hired a houseboat on the river for a couple of weeks, and when I was about eight my mother asked me if I would like Judy to come with us.

I jumped at the idea of having a companion of my own age and particularly Judy, my special friend. Thus over the following years Judy was always with us for our river holiday.

We swam naked in the river, fished, and explored the surrounding woodlands when the boat was tied up usually about mid afternoon.

The boat consisted of a large area at the front with the steering console, dining and kitchen area, and a lounge all melded into one. There were three bedrooms or cabins; two with double beds in them and one with twin bunks. It was in the twin bunk cabin that Judy and I slept in the early days, often laying awake long after we were supposed to be asleep, listening for the ecstatic sounds coming from my parents’ room, and giggling as we conjectured what was happening.

Judy was my special friend, but she was not my sole friend. I had friends among the boys and as the years passed and we shared information, I learned more and more about what happened between mothers and fathers, and not only mothers and fathers. One boy had sneaked a look at a book belonging to his parents that had something to do with sexual love. It apparently had graphic pictures, and he entertained us for a long while describing what he had seen.

Then at age eleven there was the first separation of Judy and me. It was decided that on future holidays Judy would sleep in the second cabin with the big double bed, and I would remain in the bunk cabin. It was a bitter blow to both of us, especially as no explanation we could understand was given. 

In addition there was to be no more nude bathing. Swimming gear was to be worn. Again we could get no satisfactory explanation.

The following year the same regime applied, and beneath Judy’s bikini top I noticed the first signs of swelling, that in the following years became increasingly obvious.

From being several inches shorter than me, Judy seemed suddenly to be taller than me. In addition she was no longer so companionable and at times seemed to go into herself and at other times could be quite irritable and scornful, decrying the stupidity of boys and their childish ways.

In the meantime my sexual education had taken another leap forward. One day in an old barn we boys used to meet in, one of the older boys ordered the others to hold me down. My penis was exposed and the older boy announced that he would show us what it was for.

He began to flick my foreskin over the crown of my penis with an ever increasing movement until suddenly I felt what I thought of as a lovely pain. I writhed and groaned but the older boy was derisive. “He can’t do it properly yet,” he jeered, “Here, I’ll show you.”

He began to operate on himself until suddenly closing his eyes he gave a grunt, and a white creamy liquid spurted from his erect organ. When the last dribble had fallen to the ground he gasped, “That’s doing it properly.” We were all greatly impressed.

Thereafter I experimented, trying to reproduce the lovely pain I had experienced, and eventually succeeded. It took several attempts before finally, white cream shot out of me. After that, I felt as if I had truly arrived.

It was at this time my mother gave me her sex talk. I must say it was more about how girls and women are arranged physically, and how they feel, than it was about boys, but I got the main gist of her explanation, which was the meaning and purpose of the sexual act.

At fifteen I had grown upwards so as to once more overtop Judy in height, and after a couple of years of being at arms length with one another, she going off with her girl friends and me playing football and basket ball with my mates, we began draw close again.

By then Judy had taken on the curves of a young woman and I had noticed the increase in size of my penis and the arrival of pubic hair. Clearly our interest in each other had now taken on a sexual content, and I ached for her, and my nightly masturbation had her as its fantasy.

I kissed her seriously for the first time during our annual river holiday, and after that we were constantly entwined with each other. I was in love for the first time, and I think the same applied to Judy.

For a whole year we frustrated each other with our touching and embracing until the approach of the next river holiday. It was then the delights of paradise were opened to me but in a way unexpected.

There had been collusion between my parents and those of Judy. It was not said at the time, but I afterwards came to understand that they feared Judy and I might begin to lead promiscuous sex lives.

To head that particular Indian off at the pass, they decided that Judy and I could begin to engage in sexual activity. To this end Mrs. Parsons had arranged for Judy to begin using the contraceptive pill, and it was my mother who put it to me that Judy and I might like to share the double bed on the boat.

In the meantime, as I later gathered from Judy, her mother had apprised her of the joint family decision. Judy and I were to become lovers with our families blessing.

It came almost as a command, and I was both exultant and embarrassed by the situation. Exultant because I could think of nothing more wonderful than being Judy’s lover, and embarrassed by the way it was to be brought about in so clinical a manner.

I suppose most young people when they first engage in sexual activity get a bit of a kick out of doing it behind their parent’s backs. To be given permission by both sets of parents took some of the spice out of the event, or so I felt.

I was further embarrassed when my mother gave me some explicit advice on the taking of Judy’s virginity, which, she said, “Might prove painful for her and must be done with the utmost sensitivity.” This was followed by the advice on how to prepare Judy for the event, making sure she was well lubricated, to press up against Judy’s maidenhead, and then push in firmly and quickly.

There was still a week to go to the start of the holiday when our cohabitation was supposed to begin. Judy and I discussed the matter then, sneaking into her old cubby house, and in the discomfort of the minimal bed, I took her virginity.

My mother had been right. I had performed the lead up as instructed; kissing Judy deeply, fondling her breasts and feeling her vagina to discover if it was wet. It was all a rather fumbling and uncertain act of love making, and as I entered Judy and felt the resistance of her hymen, I hesitated.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I uttered. “Don’t be silly, Hugh,” she replied, “Someone’s going to hurt me like that some time, and I want it to be you.” So I thrust in quickly and firmly. Judy gave a stifled scream and clung to me. I felt an increase in the wetness around out united groins and Judy said, “I think I’m bleeding.”

My manhood wilted and I quickly withdrew from her. Lighting a stub of candle we kept in the cubby house we saw the result of our union. The rough sheeting that covered the bed had blood on it and my penis was well doused in the gory outcome of our coupling.

Judy, somewhat limp from the breaking of her hymen, made for the house to sneak a shower and hope that there would be no further bleeding. I made for home also with a shower in mind, and to rinse out my underpants which bore some of the stains of our deed.

Behind all this was the feeling of triumph that we had scuttled our parents, careful plans for us. Painful and uncomfortable as it had been, we had pursued our wicked way outside the bounds of parental oversight.

As it happened it all worked out for the best, because on our first night together on the houseboat we had a fairly successful union. I ejaculated into a vagina for the first time, and, although Judy did not have an orgasm, she declared herself happy with the occasion.

Thus began two years of fulfilling sex life as we gradually expanded our knowledge of what love making could offer. Before the holiday was over Judy had her first orgasm, and from then on she rarely failed to achieve her climax.

Beyond the holiday it was understood that I would spend a couple of nights a week at her house, and another couple of nights she came to our house.

Chapter 3. To Be of Service

It had settled into my mind that one day Judy and I would be married and have children. That time was some way off, but that I thought was my future. 

The first hiccup in this hoped for future came when we were both eighteen. I was set upon following in my father’s footsteps as a robotic engineer and I was all set to hurl myself into the appropriate university course.

Judy was less enthused by the idea of academic life, and when her parents offered to pay for a twelve months overseas trip she accepted excitedly. 

I was appalled. The thought of twelve months separation from one whom I saw as “the love of my life,” seemed insupportable. Judy was adamant. She would have her trip no matter what I wanted. “It won’t seem long,” she said, seeking to console me. “We shall be together again when I come back.”

Now followed oaths of fidelity promising that we would withhold ourselves from all sexual activity until we were together again. On the day of her departure there were copious tears and more promises of faithfulness.

Disconsolate as I was, I had before me what seemed an exciting academic life studying subjects I was strongly committed to. Unfortunately our own State Universities did not have the appropriate courses, so I applied for and got accepted into a university in another State.

This meant living away from home and I made the decision that I would not ask for entrance to one of the university residential colleges, but would seek a suitable place to live a more independent life.

Accordingly I contacted the university Accommodation Department early and was quickly offered a place with a Mrs. Lawson. “She’s a widow,” the Accommodation Officer informed me, “and she has had a number of students before. They all expressed themselves very satisfied with the service they received.

At a surprisingly cheap rate I got a study, separate bedroom, my own bathroom and three meals a day provided, with no limitations on my coming and going.

I arrived to take up my new quarters a week before the University year began. The accommodation was even better than I expected, well and tastefully furnished, and Mrs. Lawson’s cooking was excellent. “Mr. Lawson was always very particular about his meals,” Mrs. Lawson informed me; “and just call me Audrey.”

Audrey proved to be a widow in her early fifties, or so she informed me. Tending towards plumpness with a well rounded figure and dyed blond hair, and with ripe red lips, she didn’t look her age.

Mr. Lawson, it seemed, had been a successful plumber who, having made a packet of money had bought an elegant nineteenth century house into which he had poured the excellence of his plumbing skills, hence my personal bathroom. It had the additional advantage that it was only five minutes walk from the university.

Mr. Lawson had been some twelve years Audrey’s senior and soon after moving into the house of his dreams he died, no doubt from his lifetime of plumbing exertions, leaving Audrey to enjoy the fruits of his toil. This seemed to include some considerable financial investments, because although the house could have taken at least four more students, Audrey, as she informed me, did not need the money and only took one student each year “So as to be of service,” as she put it. 




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So I settled in, and if in the absence of Judy from my life I can hardly say I settled in happily, at least I would be comfortable.

Chapter 4. My Education Advanced 

My university course begun, I tended to work late at night and Audrey would tap on my door on her way to bed and put her head round the door to see if there was anything further I wanted. Usually I said “no,” and bade her good night.

Audrey took what I understood to be a minor interest in my family and whether I had any girl friends and would I be socialising a great deal. Having a singing voice that wasn’t too bad I had joined he University Gilbert and Sullivan Society and was hoping to get a place in the basket ball team. This, I anticipated, would be the limit of my socialising, and certainly, I told myself, I would not be seeking female company in the light of my promised faithfulness to Judy.

Audrey’s questions I took to be part of casual conversation, giving it no more significance than that until “The Night.”

On that night Audrey tapped on my door as usual, but instead of just putting her head round it, she stepped into the room.

I was working on my computer with my back to the door, but sensing Audrey had stepped inside the room I turned to look at her. I was startled to say the least, at the sight that greeted me.

Audrey was standing a couple of paces into the room, and was clad in a black but diaphanous garment that I suppose would be called a “Negligee,” and obviously she wore nothing else. I think it must have been designed to expose more than it hid and I could see her body clearly outlined through the flimsy material.

She took some further steps towards me asking in a rather provocative manner, “Is there anything I can do for you, Hugh?”

Her blue eyes had that hooded look, the pupils dilated, that seems to indicate sexual challenge and her pink tongue protruded for a moment to provocatively wet her red lips.

She came right beside me and leaned over my shoulder to ask, “What are you doing?” Her soft warm breasts were brushing my cheek and I was sure I could smell her sex organ exuding that stimulating aroma of female arousal.

I had never considered it feasible that I would be sexually stirred by a woman nearly three times my age. Now her unashamed sensuality and desire, her closeness and female fragrance, had their effect.

Deprived of my sex life with Judy I had been forced to masturbate for sexual release, but to one who has grown used to the “real thing,” it was little comfort. Now the clear offering of Audrey’s body caused a stirring in my groin. My penis grew erect and thoughts of age difference faded. I wanted her.

There flashed across my mind the sworn fidelity to Judy, but the saying is true, “An erect penis has no conscience.”

Audrey was breathing into my ear; “I’m sure there’ something nice I can do for a young fellow like you.” With a groan I leaned my head against her breasts. She went on; “That’s right, I thought you’d like a nice soft breast to cuddle up to, a virile chap like you. I think there’s a lot more you’d like, isn’t there?”

I reached beneath the negligee to feel her sex organ, it was wet and her lubricant had begun to soak her thighs. My penis was throbbing wildly with every heart beat as Audrey whispered, “Come to bed with me, sweetheart and I’ll give you everything. Let me make you feel good.”

I had no will or desire to resist as she led me to her bedroom and the large double bed. She slowly stripped me as if relishing each new exposure of my body and when I stood completely naked before her she smiled and said, looking at my penis, “You are a big boy aren’t you?” Then she slipped out of her negligee and we stood naked before each other.

Judy had all the slenderness of a young girl with sweet up pointed breasts and nipples. Now, as Audrey drew me to her bed I began to appreciate the joys of a plump, soft, warm female body. 

Lying on the bed Audrey deep kissed me, exploring the recesses of my mouth with her tongue. She was driving me out of my mind with lust for her and whilst I wanted to do a thousand things to her, I had not the strength of restraint. I had to sink into her or I would come before I could enter.

Audrey seemed to understand my desperate need and lay back, parting her legs, saying, “Don’t hold back darling, just let it all come into me.”

I came over her and plunged without hesitation into that wet, soft warmth that is the female vagina. As I entered her she gave a gasping moan and in a breathless voice said, “My God, you are big, darling.”

I had no power to hold back and quickly I was ejaculating into her as she kissed and stroked my face murmuring; “That’s right, sweetheart, let it all go.”

I was groaning and moaning into her and she seemed to receive me like a tender loving mother comforting to her child. As much as I had loved Judy I don’t think I had ever been able to shoot as much sperm into her as I poured into Audrey.

When I had given my last spurting thrust into her I stayed with her, panting with relief at the emptying of myself into so receptive a woman. Audrey smiled up at me and whispered, “That’s better, isn’t it, darling?”

I smiled my agreement.

My penis had begun to slacken in her, but she continued to tenderly kiss me and quickly I had another erection. Audrey, feeling this said, “It’s all right, darling, let it all come into me.”

I began to move up and down in her again. We were both soaked with our juices and as my next ejaculation approached I felt Audrey suddenly begin to pulsate with growing violence. 

When Judy had orgasmed she did so with soft yelping cries; Audrey was far noisier.

“Fuck me deeper darling. Fuck me to death,” she began to yell, then as her climax approached she gave an ear splitting scream and dug her nails into my back. At the same time I shot my next ejaculation into her and we fought and wrestled together in a moment of savage lust.

When it was over I stayed with her for a while, and then withdrew, falling away from her gasping for breath. Beside me I could hear Audrey equally breathless.

I cuddled into her and she murmured, “That feels better, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

I muttered my agreement, and fell asleep with my head between her breasts.

From that night on I never slept in what was officially my own bedroom again. My nights were spent with Audrey and, when the mood took us, part of the days as well. 

The relationship between Audrey and me was one in which, to state it negatively, we used each other. It was not love as I then understood it, but need meeting need. 

On Audrey’s side, and despite stories that women in their fifties no longer experienced sexual desire, there was a powerful sexual drive that I was able to meet. 

In addition to this, there was a motherly aspect to her love making. Despite a wish to do so she had never been able to have children. As well as lover, I was also her substitute son who’s needs she could help fulfil. I had little chance to get overly conceited about this because although it was never explicitly stated, it became obvious that previous student occupiers of my rooms had also been granted her sexual favours.

In short, Audrey was a woman of strong sexual appetites with a motherly instinct and a desire to be generous with her body.

On my side I gained release from sexual tensions, some degree of solace for the absence of Judy and the warmth of my family that I was missing. In addition I learned the joys that could come from a sexual relationship with an older and experienced woman. Audrey knew how to give and receive the maximum pleasure in the sexual act, and looking back, I am grateful for all she taught me during that year.

One major advantage I gained from my relationship with Audrey was that being freed from sexual tensions, a major factor with young people; I was able to focus more readily on my studies. Even if I had sought to slacken off from my work, Audrey in her sterner mother role made sure I didn’t. One of her favourite sayings was, “No studies no sex.” I made sure I studied.

Chapter 5. The Fateful Letter

I remember that my grandmother, who was full of old maxims, used to say, “All good things come to an end.” How right she was!

I completed my first year of studies with considerable success and despite my comfortable life with Audrey, I was looking forward to going home, mainly because Judy was due to return shortly.

Then arrived “The Letter.”

I shall not tax my reader’s patience by quoting it in full, but in summary it said this: Judy had met a man during her overseas trip with whom she had fallen in love and whom she was shortly to marry. He was some years older than her and financially well provided for. The letter ended with those fatuous words, “I know we shall always remain great friends.”

Like hell we would. I had to read the letter four times before its full import finally struck home. The blood pounded in my head and my stomach began to heave. Judy, my first and only love, had thrown me aside for another and I hated her for it. My life was in ruins. Nothing would ever be worthwhile again; so my thoughts and feelings ran.

Then began the guilt extravaganza. This was divine retribution for my unfaithfulness to Judy with Audrey. God was an evil punishing being without mercy and I detested him. I would never love again; never build my future hopes on another woman. All women were detestable and not to be trusted. Thus went my anger and despair.

Audrey, with her women’s sensitivity, knew immediately that something was seriously wrong. Without any consideration of her feelings I poured out my woes and she tried to calm me. It was useless. Sex between us was hopeless. I found myself impotent, and like a frightened rabbit I ran for my burrow, home.

My parents already knew of Judy’s impending marriage and were appropriately soothing. My father, following the pattern of my grandmother, came out with sayings like, “There are plenty more fish in the sea.” It helped not one bit.

Mother and father had made arrangements for their summer holiday and on this occasion they had decided to take the houseboat for three instead of the usual two weeks. With their despairing, depressed and angry son they seemed at a loss to know how to proceed.

Chapter 6. Against the Stream

I had been anticipating that Judy would as in past years be accompanying us on the boat trip. Now, as far as I was concerned, I did not care where I went so long as it was within the orbit of my comfort zone, my parents, especially my mother. 

Mentally and emotionally I was in hell. All the delights of previous trips, especially those with Judy, were now soured. I did not care about fishing, swimming or forest explorations. I was in a world of bitter loss and dark thoughts.

As usual we set off up stream, but this time we were to go beyond close human habitation with more then a hundred kilometres between one town and the next. It was in the middle of the first week of our trip that the curse of humankind, the mobile phone, sprang into life.

“Bloody hell,” said my father, after listening to the message of the infernal electronic machine, “Our latest foundry robot has stuffed up. I’ll have to go and see if I can sort it out.” 

In summary form, one of his latest robot inventions for a foundry had failed, and the company with huge overseas orders was panicking.

What this amounted to was that we should have to drop father off at the last river port before we set off into the wild country. This was less than one day’s sailing away.

“You keep going until I can rejoin you. It will probably be at Port………..,” he said, giving the name of the next main river town we would be arriving at. “I’ll send a message to the Post Office there to let you know how I’m situated, but I hope to be able to join you.”

The town we had stopped at boasted an airport of sorts, so father managed to get a seat on the small intercity flight that departed once a day.

Returning to the boat, mother and I decided we would stay tied up at the town wharf for that night and continue up river next day.

Mother was dejected by my father’s unexpected departure. Apart from not being able to share some of the trip with him, she probably didn’t relish being alone with a miserable son. We filled in the rest of the day wandering around the town looking at what passed for “historic sites,” and ate our evening meal at one of the two local restaurants.

That evening I managed to get one of my sources of guilt out in the open. Mother and I were sitting together on the bench type sofa that was set in one corner of the lounge area of the boat. She began to ask me questions about the place I had been staying at throughout the year, and enquired about how I got along with Audrey.

Out it all came…my sex life with Audrey and the thought that somehow Judy’s marriage was punishment for my infidelity.

A smile seemed to flit over what had been mother’s solemn face. “I don’t think it works like that Hugh. You’re young and virile and if you didn’t mind Audrey being so much older than you, then all I can say is, you’ve been very fortunate to have lived with such a generous woman.”

For all my woes I could not resist a grin. “I’ve not been the only one,” I said. “I think Audrey offers her ‘services’ to all the students that come to live with her. I’ve sometimes thought she looks upon it as a sort of university extension course, educating young men in the ways of sex.”

We both managed a laugh and I went on, “I suppose some of the students come to her as virgins and she sees it as a duty to initiate them.”

“Well there are a lot worse things she could be doing,” mother said. “I’ve often thought that it is a pity when young people are at their most potent, they often find it difficult to find a regular sex partner. I think you should be very pleased and grateful that you met someone who is a giver, but then, I’m sure you brought her gratification as well.”

I was somewhat surprised at mother’s comments. I thought she might be disgusted that her son had been the lover of a woman nearly three times his age, but it seemed that she approved.

Chapter 7. An Embarrassing Swim

The matter was dropped and we decided it was time for bed. I had used the twin bunk cabin, unable to face sleeping in the double bed in which Judy and I had made love so often. I did not sleep well that night as memories of that love making kept exploding into my mind.

I don’t think mother slept well either as I heard her get up several times during the night. Perhaps she was finding the bed lonely without father there, but then, she had slept alone many times when I father had to go off on one of his work trips. It may have been our discussion of my life with Audrey that was occupying her mind and making her unable to sleep.

Sleep or not, mother seemed very bright the next morning as we untied the boat and set off up stream into every more remote country.

We took it in turns to steer the boat and there was little conversation between us. After her early morning brightness mother seemed to sink into a contemplative mood and the shadow of Judy once more passed over me.

The day was very hot and in the early afternoon we decided we would tie up for the rest of the day and do some swimming to cool down. We took the boat onto the upstream side of a river sandbar; a beautiful spot fringed by huge river gum trees and clusters of saplings. There were signs on the sandbar that kangaroos and other creatures came down there to drink.

Once safely tied up, the next event was to be a swim. There was a surprise in store for me. When Judy and I were young we had always swum in the nude. It was only at the approach of puberty that swimming garments were insisted on. Mother and father often swam, but always appropriately clad. This time it was different.

We were now far away from habitation and there were no other boats in sight or sound, and mother clambered down the short swimming ladder at the rear of the boat stark naked.

I stood on the rear deck transfixed by the sight of my exposed mother. Although I had seen her in minimal clothing many times before, I had never seen her completely nude. Both Judy and Audrey had pubic hair; Judy a little triangle and Audrey more liberally endowed. Mother had no pubic hair and so clearly visible was the firm cleft of her vagina. I noticed also how firm her breasts were. 

Judy’s breasts had been firm with up pointed nipples. Audrey’s breasts were large and soft, tending to droop slightly. Mother’s breasts seem to fall between the two, not being as large as Audrey’s or quite as firm as Judy’s. I confess that as I looked at her still standing on the swimming ladder, I almost forgot she was my mother and she began to take on the aspect of a very desirable woman in my thoughts.

“Come on, Hugh,” she called, “Don’t bother about swimming trunks, there’s no one to see us here.” She let herself down into the water and began to swim away from the boat. I slipped off my shorts and going down the ladder, joined her in the water.

We swam around for a while, and then mother, normally a rather sedate person, started to become playful, almost as if she was a teenage girl. This was a new aspect of her and I was not sure how to respond. 

She plashed and ducked me, finally wrapping her arms and legs round me, clinging tight.

Since the arrival of Judy’s letter my sexual drive had diminished to zero, but with this close physical contact with mother I felt a tingling sensation in my groin, presaging an erection. 

As my penis stiffened to its full extent I think mother must have felt what was happening, and she broke away from me with a laugh. I was embarrassed by my state of arousal. We had been in the water for some time and I was beginning to feel cold, but dared not get out of the water for fear of my condition becoming visible. I prayed that mother would get out of the water before me and go into the boat interior. Instead mother stood drying herself with a towel on the rear deck, and to add to my difficulties she called to me, asking if I would come and dry her back.

I clambered out of the water, trying to keep out of mother’s line of vision, but she turned to look at me as I approached to take the towel. There could be no doubting what caught her attention. She stood staring at my erect penis and from being a laughing playful woman, she suddenly became very sombre.

I took the towel and dried her back and no word was spoken by either of us. I too had become serious in my thoughts as I contemplated the shame of being sexually aroused by my own mother.

When I finished drying her back mother murmured, “I’ll go in and prepare something to eat,” and she disappeared through the stern door.

I put on my shorts and to try to distract myself I took up the fishing rod, baited the hook and cast out. Gradually my erection diminished, but the vision of my naked mother entwined with me still rose up in my mind, and with that vision, feelings of lust that no matter how hard I tried, I could not suppress.

I sat with my thoughts waiting for the fish to bite, which they didn’t. Then mother called me in for the evening meal. When I entered the dining area I noticed mother was wearing a garment she often wore on hot evenings during our river trips. It was a loose fitting dress held up by narrow traps over her shoulders, and although I had never noticed it before, I realised she had nothing on underneath.

The dress flowed over her breasts to hang straight down from their tips, clearly showing her nipples. With each movement she made her breasts moved in that provocatively sensual manner that can send a man nearly out of his mind.

My erection began again so I sat down at the table hastily to try and cover my confusion. I was so affected by my condition that I found it hard to eat, but rather than have mother ask if there was something wrong, I forced myself to swallow the food.




Spread Thy Close Curtain, Love-Performing Night!



When we had finished it was usually my job to clear and wash up. My erection was now a throbbing agony and my shorts did little to hide its protrusion. I hoped mother would leave the table and go elsewhere in the boat, but it was a hope in vain. She continued to sit there apparently contemplating me.

I tried to move so that she might not see the protuberance pressing against the cloth of my shorts but I suspected I was not very successful.

As I proceeded with the washing up mother asked, “I got some videos from the library, shall we see one tonight?”

I mumbled my agreement, but what I really wanted to do was to escape to my bedroom so that I could masturbate. This time my erection was showing no signs of diminishing and I saw myself going through sexual torment the entire evening.

Finally I came up with the bright idea that I would have a shower before we settled to watch the video. On announcing this mother said, “Oh, but you’ve not long had a swim, you don’t need a shower.”

I searched in my head for a response, and came up with, “But I need a shave.” I didn’t since I had shaved that morning, but mother made no further comment so I escaped to the shower room where under the warm water I gave myself some relief from my sexual frustration.

This was the first time I had performed anything resembling a sexual act since the arrival of Judy’s letter, but nature had continued to do its job and I had a massive build up of sperm. It shot out of me, splashing against the shower tiles then cascaded down them.

When I had finished I almost staggered out of the shower feeling a mixture of weakness and relief. The relief was partly engendered by the discovery that despite my period of impotence, things were still working properly.

I felt that I could now face the evening with mother without further disgracing myself. How wrong I was.

Chapter 8. In the Heat of the Night

Mother and I settled down on the bench type sofa in the corner of the lounge. It was a very roomy couch, extending as it did for some distance down two walls, but mother elected to sit close to me.

Despite my recent masturbating I was intensely aware of her proximity, and I could detect what I think of as “female aroma.” The film began and I tried to distract myself from lustful thoughts by concentrating on it. That was a bad mistake.

Mother had chosen the videos at random and knew nothing about the one we were watching. It turned out to be a somewhat erotic production with a number of explicitly hot sexual scenes.

“No wonder the library listed it as “For adult viewing only,” mother muttered.

The sex scenes and the closeness of a female body had got me going again. I needed to escape to once more masturbate, but couldn’t think of an excuse at that moment.

It was then I noticed mother looking at me with great intensity, her eyes shining and the pupils dilated. As I had noticed with Audrey, her pink tongue wetted her lips and she seemed to be having difficulty keeping still.

The video finished, she leaned against me and her lips close to my ear she breathed, “That really was quite stimulating, wasn’t it, darling?”

“Yes,” I croaked. “It could really get someone worked up.”

“I can see that, Hugh,” mother continued, and I felt her hand begin to stroke my penis through the cloth of my shorts.

I was at a loss to know what to do. Should I push her hand away? Get up and leave the room? Or what?

What I did was to continue sitting their as mother pulled down the zip of my shorts to release my penis that was now hot and throbbing to the beat of my racing heart.

“Oh God, Hugh, you’re so big. Your father would love to have one this size.”

I had never taken any interest in the relative sizes of the male sex organ, and Judy had never made any comment; but then, Judy had been a virgin when I first took her so she had had no means of comparison.

I recalled Audrey’s comment about my being a “big boy,” but had paid no heed to it, thinking that she referred to my overall size rather than my phallus.

Now, in the light of mother’s obvious reference to my sex organ I understood that there was something exceptional about its size. It was some time later that I learned that I was extraordinarily well endowed in that department.

Mother’s hand was stroking up and down my length, her fingers not quite able to encircle its thickness, and as she played with it she smiled in a soft sensuous way and spoke in a voice I can only describe as seductive.

“Oh Hugh, if only we could, just once darling, just this once…could you…would you…just for this one time? I to try you so badly sweetheart…”

Her mouth closed over mine, her tongue thrusting and searching the recesses of my mouth. Then she lay back on the couch, drawing me down with her and I felt her hand pull up the bottom of her dress until it was above her waist. Her legs parted and I had no will to protest or resist as she guided my length into her vaginal opening.

I could feel that she was saturated with her female juices but as I sought to thrust into her I felt a slight resistance.

“I’m rather small, darling”, she whispered. “Just push in firmly.”

I did as instructed and felt myself sliding into a warm, wet but tight tunnel. Then came a surprise, or perhaps I should say, a jolt of wonder. She fitted tightly round my organ, but in addition I suddenly felt my penis gripped with enormous power, and I felt myself being sucked into her depths. 

It was a sensation I think most men dream of experiencing, but few do. I felt as if I was in mother’s power and although physically I could have forcibly withdrawn from her, I knew I could never have summoned up the will to do so without her releasing me.


If during my previous sexual experiences I had felt myself to be in Paradise, it had been nothing compared to what I was now feeling. This was ecstasy, bliss; the fulfilling sexual coupling of one’s fantasies. Mother was both the fantasy and the reality.

If that was true about what I was feeling about mother, I gathered I must have been having a similar effect on her. She was whimpering; “Oh darling, wonderful…it’s so beautiful…deeper…hurt me please hurt me…I want you to…please…”

I thrust in to my full length and felt her convulse and cry out; “Oh my love, my love.”

I was so overwrought, so aroused, I could not hold back my ejaculation, and as I felt its approach mother started to scream out, “No…no…darling…please, don’t make me come…please…its torment….I can’t bear it”; but even as she begged me to stop her nails dug into my back and her legs wrapped round me, holding me firmly to her.

Then we became a screaming moaning tangle of rapturous madness. I released myself into her with a violent ejaculation, pumping my semen into her like a man possessed, which I suppose I was. Then came another bolt from the blue.

I was thrusting the last of my sperm into her and mother was just reaching her climax, when in addition to her lubrication and my sperm, there was another burst of fluid. I thought for a moment I had injured her and she was bleeding, but mother continued to hold me in her.

What I was experiencing was what I understand is a rare female phenomenon, the female ejaculation. As the fluid poured out of her mother began to weep, her body heaving with sobs. As I finished I stayed with her as her post orgasm sensations gradually diminished.

Then we lay together looking into each others eyes as mother said; “Wonderful, darling…exquisite…we’re so right for each other.”

With deep sincerity I responded; “I’ve always loved you mother, but now I love you more than ever. I want us to be always like this.”

Mother’s vaginal muscle had continued to grip me, but now I felt it relax as she said, “Let’s shower then come to bed with me Hugh.” My coupling with mother had been so beyond belief I was already getting another erection, so I needed no second bidding to share her bed.

The shower alcove was too small for us to share so mother went in first. I followed, and when I finished and went to her bedroom she was lying naked on top of the bed. 

Although I had seen her naked during our swim and had briefly glanced the lower half of her body during our coupling, this was the first time I was able to look at her clearly.

My penis already erect with anticipation began to throb as I looked at her. Her vagina bereft of pubic hair looked delicious as, beginning just below her mons, it curved neatly away under her groin. The outer lips were full yet firm and I longed to look at what lay within them.

Her breasts, not overly large – 36B I believe – displayed pink nipples surrounded by deeper pink aureoles that enticed the observer to suckle them. 

Her long shapely legs tanned by the sun were close together. I could hardly believe that shortly they would part to give me entry to her womanhood, as already our previous union seemed like a wonderful but impossible dream.

“My God,” I thought with awe, “This woman has offered all this to me.”

Mother extended her hand to me and as I took it she drew me down beside her. I bent over her and began kissing her. Our mouths clung together for what seemed a brief moment, but it must have been for at least five minutes.

As we kissed I began to caress her breasts, stroking up from their base to the tip then giving a gentle pinch on her nipple. With each such pinch I felt mother’s kiss grow more intense and although our mouths were locked together, she gave a little muffled grunt.

With my hand I explored first her belly then gently pressed her mons, causing her to give a slight upward heave, inviting me to venture further.

I ran my finger along the outside of her outer lips, gradually pressing more firmly until it found her inner lips, then her entrance.

She broke away from our kiss and whispered, “Not yet darling, there’s something I’d like you to do for me, if you’re willing.”

“I could do anything with and for you,” I responded.

Mother moved away from me asking me to lie on my back. I obeyed and she came to sit astride me, her wet vagina pressed against my belly. She gradually slid up my body, her sex organ leaving a trail of her lubricant until finally her organ was poised over my mouth. 

Her legs astride me the outer lips of her vagina were slightly open and I could see the rose petal like inner lips. I pulled the outer lips wider apart and thus fulfilled my earlier desire to see clearly her vaginal loveliness.

Her entrance was open before me as mother lowered it to my mouth, and I began to lick along the length of her cleft, to finally thrust my tongue into her, savouring the musky fragrance and taste of her female juices.

Shortly I explored with my tongue for her clitoris and finding it, began to circle it with my tongue.

Mother began to give little cries and whimpers and suddenly her hands came behind my head and once more she was pleading with me not to make her come even as she held my head tightly to her.

I felt the first quivering of her body as the delicious agony of her orgasm approached and the violence of her shuddering forced me to cling tightly to her thighs. She was now lubricating copiously and my face was wet with her fluid, but then began her female ejaculation that poured out over me and I was now drenched by her discharges. 

Before she had finished her climax mother pulled away from me and I felt my penis tightly encased in the fierce grasp of her canal. I was being sucked into her as she struggled with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I was crazed with lust for her and began to fountain my sperm into her.

I was moaning and crying out, and mother was weeping. I was later to learn she always wept as her orgasm began to calm down. “It’s out of sheer joy,” she explained.

As we both began to climb down from the fury of our orgasms we stayed coupled together. I felt a post coital peace such as I had never experienced before. This was total sexual satisfaction yet I had no desire to break away from her. It was as if we were two bodies but one soul. We belonged together and this was something I had never experienced before in my sex life, even with Judy.

It was as if the love I had always had for her as mother had melded with that of a sexual love producing immensely powerful emotions and bonding.

I was so overcome and awe struck by this miraculous discovery of true male/female union, I could not at that time foresee the dangers of our situation. I had been granted entrance into a region of surpassing beauty, and could not then see beyond it.

I think mother was as captivated by our sexual compatibility as I was, but as I was to find out, she was more alert to the hazards of our situation than me. 

Still coupled we looked into each other eyes and murmured words of love and devotion. I barely recognised the women who sat across me as mother. She was a woman whom I desperately hungered for; one with whom I had fallen in love. To be in love with one’s own mother is surely one of the most perilous of relationships!

I was saturated with mother’s discharges and after a while she gave a deep throated laugh and said, “Darling, I really have made a mess of you, and I’m pretty messed up myself, I think another shower is in order.” 

I being the most “messed up,” took my shower first and finishing returned to the bed and awaited mother’s return. 

When she came into the room we lay facing each other. Our earlier voracious appetite for each other had quietened a little, but I had yet another erection and clearly mother was ready for penetration. This time I slipped into her and we lay still, gently kissing while my hands stroked her breasts.

Poets have striven generation after generation to find the words that can express that love and desire of man and woman for each other. Now, as we lay joined to each other, mother and I sought to find words that could express our yearning for each other, the love that goes beyond words.

At high school I had studied Shakespeare’s play “Romeo and Juliet.” At the time I had little interest in this tale of thwarted lovers and joined with other boys to snigger at the love of these two young people. Now, as I experienced the depths of love and carnal passion, there came to mind some words from that play.

“Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night.”

How relevant these words were to our situation I did not know, but at that moment they symbolised for me the desire for that night to never end. I longed only to lay united in love with this woman, and desired that our union never end.

I knew I had found a fulfilment in mother I would find with no other woman. I tried to express this, but mother broke in gently; “I shall never be satisfied by any other man.”

I was puzzled and asked, “Why?”

She looked at me and smiled. “I really believe you don’t know, darling.”

“Know what?”

She paused as if trying to find the words to express her thoughts, then seemed to take the plunge and said; “Darling, you’ve got a very large penis, don’t you realise that?”

Mother gave a wry smile and went on, “You made your confession about Audrey, so I’ll make my confession to you. I had sex with two other men before I married your father, and I can tell you, if you want a rough statistic, you are about fifty percent bigger than any of them, including your father.”

Once more I remembered Audrey’s remark about my being a “Big boy,” and mother’s words about my father wanting one like mine. So that was it! I had the power to satisfy mother as my father could not, or, apparently, any other man as far as she knew.

Thus we were caught in a dilemma. We both felt that no one else would ever meet our sexual needs. The consequences of this still did not strike home to me then, as I felt mother grip me again with her vaginal muscle and she said, “Come into me again, darling.”

I needed no second bidding. We came together but this time quietly with low cries of gratification. 

Then we slept still conjoined in the bond of tenderness.

Chapter 8. A Reversal

During the night we must have separated for mother was gone from the bed when I woke in the morning. I could hear the sounds of her moving about the boat so I rose and went to the shower.

Entering the dining area I found mother busy preparing breakfast, and coming up behind her I put my arms round her and cupped her breasts.

She rounded on me savagely and said, “Don’t you dare touch me, you beast.”

After all that had passed between us, I was astounded. I began to protest; “But mother, we…”

“I know what we have done,” she cut in, “and it was immoral; adultery and incest. Don’t you dare touch me, ever again.”

My mind went into a spin and as I tried to come to terms with this new situation.

“Mother, last night we said…”

“I know what we said,” she almost screamed at me. “It was wicked, what we did and said. Now leave me alone and don’t speak to me.”

I was shocked and disorientated. After all that had passed between us to have this reversal in mother’s attitude was almost beyond comprehension. 

My stomach was so knotted I could not eat breakfast, so with an absolute minimum of words between us we untied the boat and carried on upstream. Apart from essential communication we continued in silence throughout the day. If we could have turned the boat round and returned to the base as quickly as we could, that is what I would have done; but of course, we had arranged to meet father at the upstream port.

Mother kept out of my way as far as possible, moving around with the look of someone carrying a great pain inside them, grim and stern faced. I suppose I must have looked very much the same as I tried to wrestle with what was happening.

If I had been depressed when I had received Judy’s letter telling of her marriage, it was nothing to the pain and anguish I now felt. The gateway to the garden of delight had been opened to me, only to be slammed shut again in my face.

I hardly noticed the passing of time I was so wrapped in my misery. During my anguish over Judy I had been able to share it with Audrey then mother; now there was no one I could talk with, ever. How could I say to anyone, “I’ve been fucking my mother and it was wonderful, but now she won’t let me touch her”?

Meals came and went, but we barely ate. Even the slightest attempt on my part to question mother about her change in attitude was cut off by her savagely. 

We continued travelling for most of the day since while on the move there was the boat to be steered and whichever one of us was at the wheel, the other could keep out of the way. When we finally pulled into the bank and tied up, the silence, once something we had taken pleasure in, now seemed oppressive.

I retired early to bed, returning to the double bunk cabin, having been dismissed from mother’s bed. I tossed and turned for what seemed an age, unable to sleep. I heard mother retire to bed, shutting the door to her cabin noisily.

I longed to be rid of my thoughts, the agony of my deprivation, but as is the way with thoughts, they persisted. At some point, however, I must have dozed off because I suddenly came too to find mother sitting on the edge of the bunk.

Chapter 9. Another U-Turn

Moonlight was filtering through the cabin window, but I could only see her dimly outlined. I thought for a moment that I must be dreaming but as the mist cleared from my brain I said, “Mother?”

I’m sorry,” darling, she whispered, “so terribly sorry. I’ve tried I’ve really tried, but I can’t help myself.”

I sought to make sense of this and asked, “Tried what? What is it you can’t help yourself about?”

Her hand groped for mine in the gloom of the cabin and finding it she gripped it tightly and answered, “I’ve tried to push you off, to stop our relationship going any farther, but I can’t. I need you; I don’t want to be without you ever again. Forgive me, darling. I’ll never refuse again, ever, I promise.”




Spread Thy Close Curtain, Love-Performing Night!



This sudden swing in events had me even more confused. From absolute rejection mother was now pleading with me to resume our sexual relationship.

“Why mother,” I asked, “why did you try to stop what we were doing…I don’t understand?”

“I tried to stop it because I was frightened by my own need for you. I’ve never had a lover who satisfied me as you do. I’ve never had a penis in me as…as big as yours. I was terrified at the thought that eventually you would leave me and I would spend the rest of my life a desperately frustrated woman. But I do need…want you so badly. Come back to my bed. Come and make love with me darling, please.”

I might in my way almost have echoed mother’s words. All day among the turmoil of my thoughts had been the knowledge that I would probably never find anyone who would satisfy me like mother. 

We went together back to her bed, and that night we made very gentle love. My final penetration into her was with her lying beside me with her back towards me. After I had ejaculated we went to sleep, still joined to each other.

During the course of the following days we seemed unable to leave each other alone. Mother was insatiable and I even had to ask for respite since I seemed to have run myself out of semen. Even then she asked me to stimulate her with my hand or give her oral sex.

Looking back some of our sexual antics seem almost comic. Whoever was at the steering wheel, the other would be for ever touching and fondling. 

We didn’t bother with clothes, and one day as I sat on the steering wheel seat mother came and facing me sat astride me, inserting my penis into her. It was a miracle we did not run into the bank as I tried to peer round mother to look at where we were heading, and she moving up and down on me, laughing and crying all at once as we orgasmed together.

Another time she came and knelt in front of me and began to masturbate me, and then she took the head of my penis into her mouth. I felt the early signs of an ejaculation approaching. I choked out a warning to her; “I’m going to come.” She stayed with me as I shot semen into her mouth. She tried to swallow it, but it was too much. It dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the carpet.

When I had finished her mouth was still full of my warm glutinous sperm. With a devilish look in her eyes she kissed me, pushing some of the salty semen into my mouth, and then fled to the bathroom to wash her mouth while I swallowed what she had transferred to me. The river bank loomed in front of me and only just in time I swung the wheel.

Mother returned laughing with a bowl of water and cloth and began to clean the carpet of my sperm. She asked, “Did you enjoy that, darling?”

“Yes, I said,” joining in her laugh, “and just you wait until I make you taste yourself.” This I did later that day by giving her oral sex and making sure I had plenty of her fluid I kissed her deeply.

Chapter 10. The Dark Night

The farther we went up river and the closer the river port we were heading for drew near, there loomed over us the cloud of father joining us. This would bring to an end all but the odd furtive coupling, perhaps while father was at the wheel.

Arriving at the town we tied up at the wharf and headed for the post office to see what message father had sent. There was none. No telephone call, email or note had arrived.

“Looks like the job is taking longer than he thought,” commented mother. “He could at least have sent a message to say so.”

We still had plenty of time in hand for the downstream return to base, so we decided we would stay tied up at the wharf for a couple of days to see if a message arrived. After that we would have to set off again.

That evening we ate at one of the restaurants, and then returned to the boat and bed.

Having sexually sated ourselves during the day, we now tended to use bedtime for a gentle coupling. Often we would lie facing each other, my penis in mother’s vagina, and we would speak of our love and the pleasure we derived from each other. When mother decided she wanted to come, she would start gripping my penis with her vaginal muscle and I then knew it was time to start moving.

On this night we had been lying in a state of tranquil love, when I heard a thump and the boat gave a slight movement. At first I thought the boat had bumped against the timbers of the wharf, but then I heard the sliding door at the front of the boat being opened and closed.

Mother must have heard it too and she gasped, “My God, it’s your father.”

I tried to pull out of mother but it was too late. We had been making love with the light on and as we strove to separate father came to the door. He stood stock still, the blood draining from his face.

“What the bloody hell is going on here,” he said in a strangled voice.

Mother began, “Jim, we were…”

“Don’t bother to lie Hera. It’s all too obvious what you were doing. The place reeks of sex. You filthy incestuous pair of animals; you’re depraved…absolutely depraved. I could murder you both. I never want to see either of you again.”

He stood for a moment longer as if paralysed, then suddenly turned and ran from the boat. We never did find out where he went to that night.

Mother and I lay side by side, unmoving for several minutes, and then mother began to cry hysterically. I tried to comfort her, but there was so little I could say, especially as I was also in a state of shock.

I did not leave mother’s bed that night but there was no sleep as we held on to each other, with mother having more outbursts of weeping.

Chapter 11. Confusion Reigns 

At first light I crept out and untied the boat, and we began our miserable trip downstream. As at the time of Judy’s letter I had become impotent, so now. Mother too seemed to have no desire for sex; the feelings of guilt and grief swamped us both.

After a couple of days, however, nature seemed to takes it course, and we began sexually coupling again, but not yet with our previous fervour. We talked, trying to anticipate what would now happen, what father would do. 

Whilst incest is a crime in our country, as I was well past the age of consent there was little likelihood that anything would happen in that direction. Adultery is not considered a crime, and it is now so common that few would even worry about the moral aspect. It was our own thoughts and emotions that we had to deal with.

I believe that there are two main responses to the situation we found ourselves in. Either the couple concerned begin to hate each other, accusing each other as the author of their trouble, or they are drawn closer together in an act of mutual support. It was the latter that happened to mother and me. 

Initially we agreed that we would never leave each other, but then practicalities stepped in. At the end of the long vacation I should have to return to university, and probably to Audrey, even if only for lodgings. I told mother I would not go back to university, and I would get a job. This she refused to accept.

In the end it was a wait and see situation…see what happened when we got home.

On the day of our arrival home father was not there, and there was no sign that he had been there. There were still some weeks to go before my return to university and during that period father finally appeared.

He had a simple proposition to make that ran something like this: If I got out of the house, and mother promised to never see or try to contact me ever again, he would forgive her.

I made no attempt to intervene or try to persuade mother in her decision, and when she said, “I want to talk to your father alone, Hugh, would you leave us, please?” I left them to their discussion.

Not being present during their talk I do not have all the details of what was said, but from bits and pieces mother has told me from time to time, I gather it went like this: Father was adamant that mother should never see or hear from me again. Mother said that even if we never had sex again, she would not agree to never seeing me.

I do not doubt that much more was said since they were together for nearly two hours talking, but in the end their relationship was over. All that remained was the haranguing over who lived where and who got what. 

Financially mother had made a significant contribution to the house and contents, and father, rather than drag the matter through the courts, offered a cash settlement and mother agreed to move out of the house, leaving it for him to occupy.

All this took some time to settle and before it was halfway over I had to return to university. Mother and I spoke of our future – whether we could be together or not. I had begun to share her bed again and was quite clear in my own mind that I wanted to be with her.

Mother was equally certain she wanted to be with me, and as she was to move out of the house anyway, it was agreed we should live together as near the university as possible. This meant I had to return to the city where the university was located some three weeks before the academic year began, to try and find somewhere suitable for us to live.

When the previous academic year had ended I had fully intended to return to live with Audrey. I rang her and asked if I could join her earlier than she had anticipated, and to this she happily agreed.

On my arrival one of the first things I did was to tell her that I would be unable to live with her that year as my mother would be coming to take care of me. Audrey took this amicably, simply commenting, “I’ll get on to the university and get another student in.”

I gave her no detail of why mother was coming to join me, but Audrey was a shrewd woman and asked slyly, “Pretty is she, your mother?”

I replied, “Not exactly, but she is striking.”

Audrey gave a crafty smile and simply said knowingly, “I see. Lucky young fellow, aren’t you.” I did not respond and Audrey asked no more questions and made no further comments.

I had to set to at speed to find suitable accommodation for mother and me. I as seeking a flat or small house near the university. Visits to housing agents convinced me that the price of housing in the required area was horribly expensive, but since mother would be arriving with a substantial sum of money, I accepted the necessity of the costs of housing.

Finally an agent came up with a small house some ten minutes walk from the university. Mother sent over the money to close the deal and all that was left was for her to arrive and begin the task of furnishing.

Chapter 12. For Old Time’s Sake

During this time my relationship with Audrey was a strange one. At first I occupied my original bedroom, but one evening Audrey said, “What about coming to bed with me, for old times sake.”

I had been unfaithful to Judy by having sex with Audrey, and when Judy’s letter arrived I had quickly seen it as a sort of divine punishment for that unfaithfulness. Now, although I was extremely sexually frustrated because of mother’s absence, I hesitated to take up Audrey’s offer.

Audrey saw my hesitation and in her prescient way knew why.

“Listen love,” she said, “I’m not asking for a lifetime’s devotion, I’m too old for that,” she chuckled, “but I’ve never had better sex than with you. So why not make an old woman happy for a couple of weeks? What’s the harm? We’ll both feel better for it, and whatever you’ve got in mind for your sexual future, we won’t be taking anything away from that. So what about it love?”

Put that way I agreed and for the following days I shared her bed and enjoyed her body, although it was nothing like the deep gratification I had with mother.

I was three weeks into my university studies when mother finally arrived. Audrey had her new student living with her, but as far as I could tell, she had not begun her sexual education programme with him. To my surprise Audrey suggested that mother should come and stay in her house while we settled the final details of our house purchase and completed its furnishing.

I contacted mother about this and I was again surprised when mother agreed.

On her arrival Audrey gave mother a room containing a double bed. In her crafty way she said to mother, “I expect you’ll make good use of it.” 

I was amazed at the way in which mother and Audrey seemed to become fast friends very quickly. They were for ever chatting to each other and laughing together. I have no sure way of knowing what they were laughing about, but I think we can all make an educated guess.

By the time mother and I, or rather, Hera as I now called her, left Audrey’s establishment, it was clear that her new student boarder had been initiated into Audrey’s learning programme. The young man, a lusty youth much given to rugby football, demonstrated all the contentment of a gratified virile youth.

Chapter 13. The Long Love

Hera and I moved into our little house and once settled, continued our love life with great earnestness. No one has questioned the story that a rather ascetic bachelor son had forsworn family life in order to live with and be cared for by his devoted mother. In fact I know some people decided I was a non-practicing Gay.

A year after our taking up life together mother got word from an old friend that father had remarried to a girl nearly half his age. We speculated that he might have been inspired to marry the young woman after seeing mother take on a lover less than half her age, albeit her son.

One problem we faced was that our sexual union had born unexpected fruit. Hera was pregnant in her mid forties, and people tended to assume that the father was a rather careless husband who had deserted her. Actually this was impossible because early in their marriage father had undergone a vasectomy much to mother’s distress. Fortunately I was able to provide her with the daughter she had so much desired. 

To this girl child, Zoe, I have always been “big brother,” and this has meant that Hera and I have had to be somewhat covert in our sexual relationship. But when one has found that ever flowing fountain of sexual love, one can be more circumspect in how and when one drinks.

Hera supported me financially all the way through to my doctorate in Robotic Engineering, having found herself employment as a pharmacist near to where we lived until just before Zoe was born. My original intention of entering a partnership with father had obviously become impossible, so I found myself employment with a company in the robotic field in the Far West State. 

Mother is now in her mid sixties and me in my mid forties. Although we long ago ceased to be desperate in our sexual need for each other, we still lay side by side, my penis in her vagina, telling each other of our love and desire that no other can satisfy.



Spreading Her Legs



She came to my private hospital room, in mid-afternoon, as it turned out, to commiserate with me. 

Yes, it really was a commiseration. The doctors said I was now as fit as a fiddle but they insisted that I stay in hospital for what might be quite a long time to make absolutely sure that there would be no relapse. 

So I was a prisoner in a hospital room - and I never felt better. All my vital organs - without exception - were working perfectly. One of them began predictably to stir immediately she came through the door. 

It was just after I'd been told I must stay longer in hospital that she came to visit me. 

She was divine. 

She was dressed in cream - that a cat would have loved to lick - with a splash of colour here and there, mainly pink. She wore a short skirt, not too short, just above the knees, that showed off her "to-die-for" lovely legs. Her top was discreet but she had lovely full, firm breasts and the blouse was just revealing enough to suggest that the nipples were saying a fond little hello to me. 

She was wearing the cutest little hat - cream, of course - from which her lovely hair - light brown, verging on blonde - a shade that I loved - flounced out cheekily. 

Her shoes - if you had a fetish for shoes, you would have gone crazy for hers. Again, cream and they sort of hugged her neat-and-tidy little feet. They completed and emphasised the beauty of every part of her beautiful body, but with a ladylike discretion that her breathtaking loveliness enabled her easily to afford. 

She was wearing - again cream - stockings. I was, from the start, prepared to bet that they were stockings and not pantyhose, with probably little pink garters at the top of her thighs.

Yes, she was divine. She was "class" - upper class - but that warm and friendly class that, when you find it, is the ultimate in feminine loveliness. 

She gave me a peck on the cheek when she came in and sat, crossing her legs very properly, on the visitor's chair beside my bed. 

I told her the good news first: that I was so fit that the doctor said I was "dangerous."

"Oh, that's wonderful news, Jimmy." 

That's what she nearly always called me: Jimmy. Sometimes she said "darling" but I think I preferred the music of her "Jimmy" and the way her lips pursed as she said it, as though it were a prelude to a kiss. When she was really, truly affectionate to me or talking about me, she called me "Yimmy." 

That's just what she did now. She uncrossed her legs and leant over to kiss me.

That same vital organ that had already begun to stir now did so much more robustly. 

Then I told her the bad news: that I had to stay longer in hospital. 

"Oh no, Yimmy, oh no, no!" she cried. 

She stood this time, leaned over me and kissed me again, in a way that brought on a feverish response in my only vital organ that now at all mattered. 

She must have noticed. She could always read my mind like a simple book written with a vocabulary of less than a hundred words. But she didn't even need to read my mind this time. A bulge in the single thin hospital bedsheet that covered me said it all. 


"Oh, Yimmy, Yimmy, Yimmy, that's terrible news. I so much wanted you to come home right away." 

She reached over and took my hand in both of hers. She looked lovingly into my eyes. 

"We must do something to cheer you up - to cheer us up. What can we do?" 

Then she thought of something. 

When she had sat back on her chair, she had not crossed her legs. 

Now slowly and seductively she began to move her knees apart. 

"Yimmy, darling Yimmy..." she breathed and blew me a kiss. 

No one can really imagine the desire that I felt in those moments. As she moved her legs more widely apart, I could see her lovely thighs and, yes, I was right: she was wearing stockings with little pink garters at the top. Between the top of her stockings and the cutest little panties you have ever seen, was a strip of bare flesh. 

It drove me wild - as no doubt, she knew it would. 

The panties were thongs - cream of course - with just a triangle in front to cover her pubic hair. They had little pink bows on either side and I could see just a few strands of the hair I loved peeking out saucily from behind the bows. 

I looked up and she was watching me, smiling, her lively, blue-grey eyes sparkling. 

She did not need to ask how I felt. My appreciation was written in capital letters all over my face. 

And elsewhere.... 

Now she took the crotch of her cute little panties in her left hand and drew the triangle aside. 

"My God!" I thought, "I can't stand it. I'm going to burst." 

My vital organ was stiff as a ramrod and as big, it seemed, as a barge pole. There was only one place I wanted to put it and that was.... 

Just looking at her, I was about to explode whether I did anything about it or not. 

Now she was gently sliding a delicate finger between the lips of her adorable honeypot. The lips were pink too, against the creamy whiteness of her upper thighs. 

I was going mad with desire as I looked up at her. 

She was smiling. "Nice?" her lips formed the word in a sensuous whisper. 

"She'll be there waiting for her Yimmy when he comes out," she promised. "So please come out quickly." 

I looked up at her pleadingly - the ultimate plea of the male who is utterly entranced and enslaved by the woman he adores. 

"Please... please...let me have her now. I must - I can't wait - I must have her now..." 

I did not really say a word. My eyes said it all and she read every syllable they uttered. 

With her legs still apart and with her left hand holding the crotch of her panties, she reached with her right hand under my bedsheet, towards the tent where my vital organ lay - or, now, I should say, where he stood erect with such urgency. 

She took him in her hand and, gently, oh so gently, fondled him. She tweaked and teased and rubbed the tender tip between her slender forefinger and thumb and watched with eager anticipation to see how much I liked it. 

"Ooohhhh...darling" I began to moan. 

She looked into my eyes, spread her knees jusy a little more saucily and whispered, "Imagine he is going in..in her...right in there, between her lips...pushing in....right in and then coming out...then in again.....do you feel her...do you, my darling Yimmy...." 

I couldn't help it. I began to scream. "Ooooooooooohhhhhhaaaaa...." 

Suddenly the door burst open. 

It was my nurse, a lovely girl, almost as superbly beautiful as the girl who was visiting me. 

"Is everything all right?" she asked. "I thought I heard....." 

Then she stopped, embarrassed. 

She had seen that my visitor had guiltily withdrawn her hand from under my bedsheet, that I was trying to conceal the tenting that had strangely appeared under that bedsheet and.... 

She noted too that my visitor was hastily adjusting her skirt, snapping her knees together and crossing her legs. She sat now with her hands clasped together in her lap, looking demure. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't know...." 

"Not at all," my visitor said. "I should be going anyway." 

She stood. 

"What a superbly lovely creature," I thought as she kissed me discreetly on the cheek and said - 

"Have a nice night, James. Sleep well." 

The nurse held the door open for her to leave. 

When she closed the door on the departed visitor, she asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?" 

There certainly was but it was something I couldn't ask her to do. 

She had come in a moment too soon. A moment later and I would have exploded.... 

That would have been even more embarassing but at least I would not have been left in a sort of hopeless no-man's-land of desire. 

I was unimaginably excited but, so far as I could see, there was nothing I could do about it. I could not make love to my girl and I could not easily relieve myself. To touch myself to climax - it would not have taken much - would be too obvious and embarrassing, especially to my nurse.

She pumped up my pillows, straightened and tucked in my bedsheet. 

Her closeness excited me even more. Her body smelt good; she had a female aroma that I always love. I wanted to embrace her - just a little friendly embrace, I told himself; but oh..... 

Just to take hold of a woman...almost any woman... 

My erection was at full stretch again. 

I tried to turn on my side so that she wouldn't see it. But she tucked me in tight and she must have seen it, as I almost poked it inadvertently into her eye as she bent down. 

"Again, I'm so sorry that I burst in like that," she said in parting. "I'll look in later to see how you're going." 

When she left, I was too disturbed to do or enjoy anything. 

Another nurse brought me my evening meal which I tried to eat. Afterwards I tried to read but I couldn't concentrate on anything. Then the lights went out. 

Usually I sleep easily and well; but not this night. I turned from side to side. I tried to think of comforting things; I tried too to think of infuriating professional things that would absorb my mind. 

Nothing worked. 

It must have been nearly midnight when finally - I don't know how or exactly when - I managed to get off to sleep. 

I slept deeply for a while but then, even in my sleep, feverish desire returned. 

I dreamt that my girl was sitting by my bed. She spread her knees and I saw the patch of bare skin between her stocking-tops and her sweet little panties. She drew the panties aside so that I could see her lovely little honeypot. I was reaching to grab her and pull her into bed with me when suddenly... 

I was awake. Someone was standing by the bed. I sat up wonderingly. 

It was my nurse. She had not turned on the main light. The room was still dim. 

"Didn't want to disturb you," she said. "Just wanted to check that you were all right." 

Was she straightening the bedclothes? Or was she... 

Through the bedsheet, I could feel her hand on my vital organ. 

I had no doubt had a half-erection while I slept and it would have become more robust when I dreamed of my girl spreading her legs. 

"I think I know what the trouble is," my nurse was saying. 

Our faces were close together. She put her hands behind my head and drew my lips to hers. 

"Oooooooohhhhhhh...." I moaned. I was kissing my girl, my beautiful girl. I was going to... I kissed and hugged her to me... 

She threw the bedsheet off me, kicked off her shoes and slipped into my bed. 

Now she took my naked cock in her hand and, spreading her legs, guided him to where he so desperately wanted to go. 

I was making love to my girl. I had taken her cute little knickers off - my nurse had come well prepared; she wore no knickers at all under her uniform - and my cock was slipping between the adorable moist lips into that cosy little nook she had so teasingly shown me that afternoon.

I looked down. The little patch of lovely bare flesh above the stocking-top was now much larger and I could see her pubic hair and her bare stomach... 

But, above all, I could see her lovely little cunt, its pink lips seeming to pulsate with pleasure as my cock - yes, oh, glorious sight - as my cock pushed in and out, in and out.... 

"Oooohhhh.....," I moaned. 

Oh, the blessed relief - the intense pleasure. I was in her, up her, taking my pleasure in her body, driving my cock into her as far as it would go and she was moving beneath me, dancing a dance of love with me, moaning softly and murmuring - 

"Oh, yes, Yimmy, my YIMMY..... YEEEEESSSSSSS...." 

I exploded inside her as she gave her final cry. 

Yes, she really was divine and the gift of her body - the gift of her love - was divine too. I flew to the stars and beyond and gently, contentedly floated back again to earth. 

"There," my nurse was saying to me matter-of-factly. "You should rest more comfortably now." 

She was already out of the bed, using a towel and straightening the bedclothes, when the door opened and another nurse looked into the dimly lit room. 

"Did I hear something?" the intruder asked. "Is everything all right?" 

"Yes, it's fine now. I was just giving him a little something to help him sleep." 

A few moments later, she left, saying "Night night, James. Sleep well." 

I was glad she did not call me "Yimmy." No one other than my real and true love should ever call me that.

Only my nurse and I knew what had happened - but even she didn't really know the full story - although, I was aware, she may have guessed. 

When I had made love to her, I had really made love to my girl - my girl in her cream and pink outfit, with the cute little hat and the "hug-my-feet" shoes, the cream stockings with the little cream and pink garters at the top, the patch of bare skin between stocking-tops and panties, the light-brown pubic hair and, most wonderful of all, the loveliest little honeypot between her legs, with its pink and rather pouting little lips - the loveliest little nook that an urgent lover was ever able to slip a "vital organ" into and say - 

"Oh, darling, I love you - so much!" 

And I could imagine her saying, as I erupted inside her, "Oh, Yimmy, my own, own Yimmy....I love you too." 

There was only one thing that I prayed to God for: and that was that she should never get to know that I had made love to her that night by proxy or, if she ever did, that she would find it in her generous heart to understand and forgive me. 



Spreading Her Wings



Mary had always been the so called good girl in her family. She made good grades, never broke curfew, just the typical girl next door. She had always been beautiful, even as a baby, people would remark about her gorgeous eyes and cherry red lips. But, Mary was no longer a baby. She was now a beautiful 19 year old girl, standing 5'6, 129 lbs, long, gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes that almost seemed to hypnotize and fresh out of high school, busy planning her next move in life. She decided to take a year off to just goof off and learn how to have fun before diving into the so called "real world."

Her parents had always taught Mary to be responsible, unfortunately, they weren't much for having a sense of humor, and this too, rubbed off on Mary. She was the girl you knew in school that got voted "Most Likely to Succeed." She never went to parties or football games. She even blew off prom so she could stay home and scan the internet, hopefully to find a college that best suited her needs. 

But, that was then, and this is now. School was finally over and Mary was ready to cut loose. Her parents were leaving for 3 months for Italy, to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary, and Mary realized this was the best time to spread her wings.

"Okay, I think we have everything," said her mother, thumbing through the overstuffed suitcase on the floor.

"Helen, would you relax?" said Jack, Mary's father, "You've packed everything but the kitchen sink. We're gonna miss our plane if you don't get your ass in gear."

"Well, I'm sorry, Jack, but we are leaving for 3 whole months. I don't want to forget anything," Helen said, zipping up the last of the 7 suitcases.

"Okay, you have the number of the hotel we'll be staying at," Jack said, "There's a credit card in my desk drawer for your necessities, and if you need anything, the Clarks are right next door."

"I know, Daddy, the Clarks have been right next door since I was born. I'll be fine, stop worrying and just enjoy your trip," said Mary, giving them both a hug and a kiss, on their way out the front door.

And just like that, Mary had the house to herself. Now normally, in situations like this, a huge party ensues with mass quantities of sex and booze, but since Mary had not really taken the time to make any friends, their really wasn't anyone to call.

So, with a heavy sigh, she flopped down on the couch, determined to find a good movie to spend the night with. 

Hours later, the doorbell rang, and Mary sprung to her feet, completely startled from a sleep she had obviously drifted into.

"I'm coming!!" she yelled, turning off the TV and heading towards the front door.

"Well, hello, Mr. Clark," she said, giving him a warm smile.

"Hi, Mary, your folks asked me to check in on you from time to time, while they're gone, just to make sure you don't need anything," he said, as Mary ushered him into the house.

"Well, that's very kind, but I really can't think of anything that I need right now," she said, offering him a seat in her father's chair.

Mr. Clark wasn't your typical "old man." Yes, he was older, having just turned 59 just 3 months earlier, but he didn't spend his time watching TV and napping 5 times a day. He was always outside messing around with old cars, fixing them up and having barbecues and parties, very out going and laid back. His wife, on the other hand, was a total stick in the mud. She mostly kept to herself, often spending her days knitting or baking cookies for the church.

"Well, I see your father's really re-vamped this house, it looks really good," he said, as Mary brought him a cold drink.

"Yes, he's always doing something around here," she said, taking her seat on the couch again, crossing her legs and looking over to Mr. Clark.

"You have really grown up to be a gorgeous girl, Mary. I remember when your parents brought you home from the hospital. Now look at you, all grown up and fresh outta high school. Have you decided where you're going to go to college?" he asked, rubbing his thick thumb up and down the soda can.

"Not yet," she said, "But I hear really good things about the colleges out west."

"I never got to go to college myself," he said, placing his can on the coffee table, "But, things were different in my day. You didn't need a college diploma to get a job, just skills and the desire to work."

"Well, times do change, Mr. Clark," she said, trying her best to make idle conversation.

"That they do, Mary, that they do," he agreed, leaning back and getting comfortable.

"Speaking of times changing," he said, "Your parents must be very proud of the fine young woman they've raised."

"Oh, Mr. Clark," she said, shyly, "I'm no different then any other girl. I just happen to like school alot more then most girls did."

"You're not like any other 19 year old girl I've seen," he said, giving her a smile and a wink, "Most girls are still flat chested, with nothing to show for their 19 years of life."

Mary's face began to burn and her stomach did a small flip. She wasn't used to someone speaking of tits. The human body wasn't something that was explored, or even mentioned, to a great extent, in her house. 

"Don't be embarrassed, Mary," he said, "You've got nothing to be shy about, you're a gorgeous young woman."

"Well, I better get started on some dinner," she said, standing up and walking towards the door, "It's getting late and I'm kinda hungry."

Mr. Clark scanned the vixen as she passed by him. His cock instantly hardened with the aroma of her perfume, and the sight of her gorgeous, long legs, peeking out beneath her short skirt.

"You know, Mary, you and I don't have to be strangers," he said, slowly walking towards the shy, young woman.

"We're not strangers, Mr. Clark, I've known you all my life," she said, reaching for the door knob.

Mr. Clark reached out, placing his hand on hers, "I don't have to be home yet. Mrs. Clark is talking to our daughter, long distance from Arizona."

Just then, he stood behind her, purposely pressing his cock into her ass, and placing his calloused hands on her hips. 

"Your hair smells delicious," he whispered, leaning in and taking in the aroma of her long, flowing blonde locks.

Mary froze, unsure of what to do next. She could feel Mr. Clark's stiff bulge, pressing into her ass. His hands were strong and powerful, gripping her hips tightly. She took a deep breath, and slowly turned around, facing him.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity to get you alone. Day after day, I watch you through my backyard fence. The way you sit outside and read from those books you're so fond of. The way you twirl small strands of hair and bring them to those ripe, cherry lips of yours. It's all so exciting. Many times I've jacked off watching you, Mary," he said, reaching up and cupping her full tits beneath her shirt.

Mary was speechless, she had no idea that anyone was watching her, much less pleasuring themselves while they watched. She closed her eyes as Mr. Clark's trembling fingers released each shiny button from her blouse, eventually revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Oh my God, your tits are even sexier then I imagined," he said, completely wide eyed, staring at the pink tipped nipples that capped off Mary's supple, heavy tits.

"Unzip my pants," he whispered, slowly sliding her blouse off her stiff body, "Reach in there and grab my cock, it's so hard it hurts."

Mary slowly opened her eyes, and with her own trembling fingers, released the warm button from Mr. Clark's pants and slowly pulling the zipper down.

"Yes, that's it, Mary," he whispered, grabbing his pants and pulling them down to his knees, "You like what you see?" he asked, slowly stroking his stiff cock.

Mary's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She had never even seen a cock, but from listening to the other girls in the locker room, she knew this one was well above average. Her nipples hardened and she couldn't even blink.

"Touch it," whispered Mr. Clark, "It won't hurt you."

Mary remained frozen and wide eyed and Mr. Clark gave a light hearted laugh as he reached forward, taking the young woman's hand.

"Just slide your hand up and down my shaft, make me feel good, Mary," he said, reaching behind her and unzipping her skirt, moaning as it fell to her feet.

Mary obeyed and gently grabbed Mr. Clark's cock, wrapping her warm, yet clammy hand around the thick shaft, unsure of what to do next.

"Yeah, that's it, just stroke it a few times," he said, leaning in and taking her left nipple into his mouth.

Mary groaned silently, never realizing that having her nipple sucked would feel this good. She began to stroke his cock a little bit more, causing Mr. Clark to moan and suck a bit harder, even nibbling on the nipple tip.

A few minutes later, with her back to the cold front door, Mary's pussy had become extremely wet, but she didn't know why. Her nipples were hard as glass and Mr. Clark was sucking them like a newborn baby getting his first meal.

He suddenly stopped and took Mary's hand, stepping her out of the skirt around her ankles and leading her to the couch.

"You still a virgin, baby?" he asked, kicking his shoes and pants off, until he was completely naked.

"Y-es," she stuttered, unsure of what was going to happen next.

"Mmmm, I haven't fucked a virgin since I was 20 years old," he said, stepping up and instructing the young woman to get on all 4's.

So, with shaky knees and wobbly elbows, Mary got up on all 4's, struggling to support her body. Mr. Clark stood back, for a moment, admiring Mary's perfectly round ass, not a lick of fat anywhere on her body.

With slow, quiet steps, he came up behind the nervous young woman, again placing his hands on her sexy hips and slowly pushing the head of his cock to her pussy lips.

"Ohhhhhhhh," she groaned, "Mr. Clark, don't hurt me."

"I have no plans to hurt you, Mary, just to make us both feel good," he hissed, pushing his cock inside her further.

And, with slow, even strokes, Mr. Clark eventually was able to push his entire erection inside the tight, sloppy wet pussy. 

"Oh, God, I could cum right now, you're so tight," he said, gripping her hips tighter and thrusting slowly.

Mary closed her eyes and instinctively arched her back, as she gripped the small throw pillows on the couch. Her knuckles were white and her body trembled harder each time Mr. Clark's cock slithered inside her now open cunt. She groaned and rocked her hips back and forth, almost riding him, instead of him riding her.

"Oh shit," he groaned, "I haven't had any pussy in over a year. That bitch I'm married to won't give me a damn thing. You wanna be her replacement, Mary?"

By now, Mary's body had totally submitted and her mind was in overdrive, "Yesssssssss, I'll do anything you want."

Mr. Clark smiled wickedly, thrusting into her faster, hearing her moaning only spurred him on. He felt her body jerk when he pushed through her hymen, now she was his little fucktoy.

She groaned and moved her body side to side, feeling the warm gush of her juices. She knew she was now a full fledged woman, never again would she be naive.

Mary's back arched further and her groans became breathless whimpers. Mr. Clark drove his steel rod deep into her, sending shudders and chills all over her naked body. She chanted his name and begged for more, hardly believing the words that were coming out of her own mouth.

She leaned forward and slammed back, causing his cock to bottom out. He knew he was close to cumming and it was all he could do to hold back.

"Fuck, Mary!!!!" he yelled, "I'm gonna cum, tell me where!!!"

"Inside me!!!" she responded, "Please!!! Please, cum inside me!!!"

Mr. Clark closed his eyes and dug his fingertips into Mary's flesh, pumping into her so hard the couch rocked back and forth.

"Tell me you're my little fucktoy!!! Hurry!!! Say it!!!!" he yelled, snarling and grunting.

"I'm your little fucktoy!!! Your little secret slut!!!" she groaned, feeling her stomach muscles tighten and her pussy walls almost close shut.

Her heart was racing and the room was spinning. Her mouth fell open and her fingers clenched the pillow tighter. The air was cold, falling from the air vent overhead and dancing over her naked, sweaty back. She moaned as her tits slammed into each other, causing her nipples to kiss each time a thrust sent her forward.

Mr. Clark groaned and pumped, looking down at Mary's sexy asshole, peeking up at him. He threw his head back and let out a roar so loud, you'd thought he was a lion in the jungle, protecting his territory.

He pumped and thrusted, groaning words that neither he nor Mary understood, but neither cared. Mary's pussy clamped his cock, sucking the very life from it as it unloaded, creaming every inch of her cunt. She groaned and her eyes flipped back into her skull. Her body jerked and her stomach flipped. She was experiencing her very first orgasm and nothing, up to this point, ever felt so good.

Her mouth remained wide open and her eyes blurry. Her pussy felt warm and wet, yet she was more relaxed then she had ever been in her life. 

"God, that was awesome," whispered Mr. Clark, dropping to his knees and seperating Mary's pussy lips with his fingers.

"Oh, God," she groaned, almost cumming again when she felt his warm tongue slither deep inside her creamy cunt.

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, tounging the young woman's pussy and rubbing her supple ass.

He blew warm breaths into her fuckhole and slowly slid one finger into her ass, causing her to jerk, just a bit.

"OHHHHHH, Mr. Clark," she groaned, again getting back up on all 4's.

He drove his tongue inside her used fuckhole even further, wiggling it deep within her pussy walls. His finger pumped in and out of her asshole, slowly opening her up. She spread her legs apart and again, gripped the throw pillow.

"Fuck, I gotta get in that ass," he said, quickly yanking his finger out and wiping his mouth off, which, by now, looked like a shiny glazed donut.

"Let me have that ass, Mary," he whispered, "Please, I won't hurt you."

"Yess, yesss," she moaned.

Mr. Clark smiled and grabbed his cock, slowly guiding it to Mary's virgin, puckered asshole. With one swift, yet gently thrust, he pushed his cock tip past her rim. Hearing her soft moans only provoked him and he continued, finally pushing all seven inches deep into her. Again, he grabbed her hips and looked down, watching his cock appear, then disappear inside the young woman's asshole.

"Ohhhh, Mr. Clark," she groaned, biting her lip and closing her eyes, "Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Don't worry, baby, I'm not gonna stop till I cream this hole too," he hissed, pumping a bit faster, already feeling his balls begin to draw tight.

Minute after minute, thrust after deep thrust, Mr. Clark's cock became harder and harder, as Mary's asshole loosened up, welcoming him inside her. He groaned and grunted, driving his shaft deep into the young woman's ass, then suddenly pulling it back out. He repeated this a few more times until it was obvious he could not hold out any longer.

He swatted her ass cheeks, just enough to make them warm and pink, thrusting inside her one last time.

"I'm gonna cum, Mary," he panted, "Tell me to cum, baby."

"Cum, Mr. Clark, please cum!!!!" she groaned, feeling her second orgasm quickly approaching.

Just then, she felt a warm gush spray inside her asshole. She heard Mr. Clark groan and the thrusts stopped. Her own body began to jerk and her nipples, again, became hard as glass. She gripped the pillow tightly and arched her back, throwing her head back and screaming, chanting Mr. Clark's name, over and over, trying desperately to catch her breath and support her body, all at the same time.

"Oh, God!!!!" she groaned, finally collapsing onto her stomach on the couch. She was physically spent, but felt oh so good.

Mr. Clark smiled and slowly slid his pants back up, sliding his shoes on and bending down beside Mary.

"You're such a good fucktoy, I always knew you would be," he whispered, gently kissing her on the cheek, "I think you and I are gonna have a blast this summer, baby."

Mary smiled, but was too wiped out to walk Mr. Clark to the door. She just laid there, totally satisfied, never in her life, ever feeling this relaxed. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep, still naked and full of cum. 

She knew this summer would be the summer to spread her wings, little had she known this was also the summer she would spread her legs.



Spreading My Jeans



 [©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[Facing a costly divorce, a father makes a desperate choice: having his studly son 'fill in for him'.] 

*

It was my 17th birthday and we hadn't moved south yet. I was a sickly youth with a lot of problems inherited from my old man. For his part, he had the same problems including poor vision and a lousy build. He also was under-equipped. Mom had stayed with him because he was from a rich family. 

Anyway, I could hear them arguing about his bad performance in matters of love. When we got south, he begged mom for one more year; he'd spend a fortune and workout to become the man she deserved. She said 'one year'. 

Well soon enough he had this blue zip folder. He told her what was in it was expensive but almost magical. One night when they were out, I looked. It had Viagra, other similar things; it also had HGH (human growth factor) and steroids that promised strength, growth, etc. Some were even experimental. There also was a gift coupon for laser eye surgery, since he (and I) had problems there too.

Well, it was the worst thing I'd ever done, but payback for a long list of things he'd done to me over the years. I quietly pushed out the window panel in the sun room. Next I took the blue folder, helped myself to some of his cash in a metal tackle box and messed up both their and my bedrooms to cover my tracks. Then I left a phone message on their machine that I was staying with friends.

They got back and called me on my cellphone. I said I was still at my friend's place, when actually I was at the beach, just waiting for their call. I rushed home and was 'shocked' at the burglary. My 'old man' went into a funk about the blue folder theft; items in that bag were either irreplaceable or too expensive to repurchase. He was SOL and had to accept the fact that my gorgeous mother was history in twelve months.

After cleaning up, they figured out the net loss was that blue folder and $5,000 from his crude home safe. My mom asked her 'old man' what he was going to do to try and change before the year was out. Dejected, he said nothing. Shaking her head, mom then looked at me, . 

At that moment I chose to say that I was going to get a small weight set for myself, speaking of self-improvement. My mother smiled, motioned me to come over, and gave me a light buss on the cheek, happy that at least I was trying to move forward.

As the next year progressed, my mother occasionally noticed that I was developing amazingly fast. Of course, just maturing would do that--especially buoyed up by serious weightlifting (I did it hours per day.) 

Unknown to her, I also had those prohibitively expensive supplements that her 'old man' had lavished upon himself—the ones 'stolen' by that 'intruder'. By the halfway point of that year, I had changed from 'dork' to stud. Formerly five foot five and one ten, I had become five ten and one eighty, a lot of it chiseled muscle.

When I worked out by the pool, I often glanced sideways without turning my head. Sure enough, more times than not, my gorgeous mother would be at the window. With the onset of summer, when I got tanned and really buff, my mom's nipples would pout, slowly erect, and then POP when she saw me in my Speedos. More importantly, she got sopping wet, wet enough to enter, if I so much as entered the same room.

For me, this was going great. I had the weight set as a 'cover' to explain my extraordinary development and change from boy to superman. It was harder to explain my ditching of those coke-bottle lens glasses that I (and my 'old man') had to wear. I had the laser eye surgery, but I told them that I just found contacts that actually worked.

Now we come to the end of that year. My MILF mother was going to give the boot to my father. He just didn't cut it in bed and she was sick of squandering her 'good years' waiting for some inheritance or divorce settlement. 

He was desperate--about to give up and move out. Then he noticed that as I came in from cleaning the pool, sweaty, buff, looking like a greased-up body builder on stage, his gorgeous wife briefly stared at me. She went back to her Kindle book, but he noted that her nipples were now poking out thru the tissue thin material. Then he noticed there was a big damp spot down below also. He was all set to lose his temper when he realized he'd found a solution.

He called us together for a family confab. We thought it was about my eighteenth birthday plans, as I'd just become 'an adult' that very day. Well, no, it was something totally unexpected: What he said would create total shock and awe.

The old man: "This is going to sound weird, but hear me out. Within a few days, Sue here has vowed to file for divorce. She said that she can do a lot better, and I'm not questioning that. I noticed that she looks at you with not just pride but more than a little lust. My thinking...and just hold on...is that we could solve her 'needs' and Jim's 'needs' if the two of you 'got together'. We could at least try it; nothing would be lost if it didn't work out and we had to part our ways."

It was the strangest proposition in history. It also was brilliant. Mom's insatiable needs for loving could be filled by me, whereas my unspoken lust for her would also be satisfied. We both controlled ourselves and somehow came up with objections. He actually 'bought it' and thought he'd have to convince us to come together.

Old man: "Damn it, I thought this was a perfect solution; well, I'm not going to give up easily. Somehow, I'll just have to convince you two that you can be lovers. Let's test that once and for all."

To that end, he had me sit in the big oak chair in the family room. He dragged a 'reluctant' wife (my mom) over to me and literally forced her to her knees. He barked for her to reach into the gap of my athletic shorts and pull it out. She did, but when my huge cock appeared, her eyes grew as big as saucers. 

He couldn't see her lick her lips, look up at me in appreciation and abject submission, then go down to worship it. Soon enough, her head was moving at an incredible rate. I wanted to control myself, but the utter shock of having the object of my dreams 'going down on me' was just too much. With a gasp and a sigh, I let loose a tidal wave into her warm, welcoming mouth. 

All of a sudden, dead silence hit the room. Mom got up and looked at me and then him. Finally, slowly at first, from all corners of her mouth, warm white liquid starting oozing out. The incredible volume of my spend made her cheeks puff out. He was a little shocked, and I secretly pleased, when she noisily swallowed that warm ocean of love that remained in her mouth. Everyone was stunned by the sheer erotic scene we had just witnessed.

He didn't have to ask us if we were willing to go through with it now; he knew. He left the room for an hour to do his income tax. He returned to the family room where mom and I were still trying to recover from the unbelievable pleasure we'd both experienced from our first sexual encounter. Her 'old man' for his part figured I'd had enough time to recover.

He 'ordered' us to get on with it. In the spirit of the moment, I swept mom up in my arms and carried her to her room. Within seconds we were making out like a pair of longtime lovers. Within a few more seconds, I had her stripped nude and flat on her back. The odds weren't great but it happened: as I closed in on her, my ten inch manhood somehow found the slot and entered her in one seamless motion. I slid in balls deep. She moaned in pleasure as did I.

I pulled all the way out before plunging in with all the force I could muster. She winced in pain as my oversized cockhead rammed her deepest part like a gentle punch of a child. Thereafter, I was in cervical territory with each deep penetration. 

It was driving her wild, between the taps at her deepest parts and the action of my heavy, ribbed with veins, ten inch cock remorselessly dragging itself in and out, in and out. Her vaginal walls, unused to this kind of attention, were oh-so-very-sensitive. She felt every vein, every bump on that invader, my pride and joy as it was dragged slowly against the tingling tissues of her love tunnel. The ending on that deep probe was so large that it dragged itself against all sides of her chamber as it slowly made its way in, then out, again and again. 

I was inexperienced in matters of love. I didn't know that her periodic tensing up and moaning were signposts of the big 'O'. As clumsy as I was as a virgin lover, I had somehow elicited eight orgasms from my beautiful mother.

About halfway into our forty minute love session, I noticed that the old man was a voyeur, silently watching us. That was cool; the idea of me 'sticking it' to his wife while he watched was an ultimate fantasy of mine anyway. I got up on all fours, only connected to mom by that long tube, my ten inch babymaker.

In all my formative years, I'd never seen my beautiful mother in anything revealing. Now, there she was! Plump breasts, shapely legs, soft feet massaging me as I serviced her; it was all so overwhelming. Between her beauty and that Viagra I had 'borrowed' from that blue bag, it was no wonder we could carry on for a solid forty minutes. 

From the intensity of our breathing, anyone could tell we were about to get off together. Sure enough, to our mutual shock and amusement, we heard a voice at the doorway.

Old man: "I wasn't spying on you, just walking by. Sue, remember that calendar hanging on the door of your closet: you'd better use precautions or have him dump his load into the trash. Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone now." [He threw us a pack of condoms. He had purchased them years before.]

To be honest, I hadn't considered anything past satisfying Mr. Johnson. I looked at mom, wondering if she was going to send me packing or, worse, make me wear a condom. 

Mom: "I don't know what to say. I didn't even think in those terms...about the risk of pregnancy. Well, he's right. I hate to do this to you, but you're going to have to put one on."

I was frustrated; you'd be too if you had yourself in the warmest, tightest, most welcoming place and were ordered to put on a full-size 'raincoat'. 

Grumbling all the way, I opened the package and put it on. I noticed, though, that he had had these condoms for a LONG time; the latex was incredibly brittle. I didn't tell mom this, though. That poor condom, stretched to the max to encompass my big mushroom shaped cockhead, could only cover the crown at the very end. I was too much man for those rubbers.

We went back to our lovemaking as if we hadn't stopped. Determined to enter parts of my gorgeous mother that no one ever had, I pushed her forward, rolling her up, with her legs now draped over my shoulders, her perfect smooth feet dangling in the air. Her eyes were closed but opened all the way in shock as I quietly but determinedly entered her womb. She was totally unprotected and at maximum fertility. 

We French-kissed, making out as I gently pushed her until she was angled upward as I sat on my heels on the bed. We were now two people literally connected as one. My testes were huge, swollen with potent seed. Each globe was the size of a large apple and stored enough vibrant spermatozoa to knock up all the women in a small nation. 

With a final manly grunt of satisfaction, I pressed downward with all the strength and force I could muster. With my mouth on her warm pliant lips, our tongues playing, my cockhead swelled with power. At first I could feel...even hear...the jets of love splashing against the latex condom. Then, after a few copious jets of my love liquid, what I hoped would happen...did happen. That old condom, brittle and stressed to the max by the size of my manhood, just gave way. 

Almost instantly, I could feel a change. My cockhead once again was in a warm, welcoming place. This time it was returning the favor, bathing mom's rubbed red and raw inner passage with a soothing bath of warm, love liquid. On and on the firehose-like deluge continued. 

My beautiful mother's eyes popped open again; she could sense the warmth flowing into her. Instead of kicking me off her and running to clean out my genetic material, she locked her ankles around me. She whispered for me to stay inside of her after I was finished. It was just something that men were supposed to do...after they tried to impregnate their woman.

Mom: "That's it, Jimmy, fill me up. Give mommy all of your precious seed. Make mommy pregnant with your baby. Oh God, so much cum, so much sperm, you must really want me to have a baby. I promise you...if you knock me up, I will give birth..."

I was stunned that she accepted my seed and even encouraged me. Sure enough, I stayed inside of her, still hard, still shooting. We kissed before we both fell into a gentle sleep. 

One hour after we had fallen asleep, her old man came back and looked in on us. He saw the open condom package and congratulated himself. Now mom would let him stay, there'd be no costly divorce, and those condoms ensured that nothing 'unseemly' would happen. It was all so neat and perfect; if he only knew that as he looked down upon us, basking in his genius, my gorgeous mother conceived.

Yes, four of my little guys had found the prize of prizes: my beautiful mom's precious ovum. So, as her 'old man' stood above us as we slept on his marital bed, those four little guys steered that thing against her inner walls, achieving the pinnacle: I had made my beautiful mother pregnant.

Our lovemaking continued without pause. To his anger, we sometimes spent all day in bed, with food delivered for us. He was comforted that we used those condoms; he was unaware (as were we) that mom was already pregnant. He also didn't know that I carefully opened the condoms and put them in my pocket. Later I threw them out, unused, into the kitchen trash bin. 

About six weeks after our first lovemaking, mom sensed something was amiss. She went to her doctor who confirmed it: mom was pregnant. I was ecstatic as was she. She took great delight in informing him of the 'new reality'. He would now have to sleep in my room while I slept in the master bedroom with mom. Condoms were a thing of the past. We had a lot of time to catch up on so we'd go bareback riding. 

This wasn't the ending that he had planned for, but at least he wasn't out on his ear. It all worked out in the end: he would tend to the growing army of toddlers we produced. First it was quadruplets, then two boys and finally twin girls. We had matched 'Kate Plus Eight' and had more fun reaching that goal than anyone in history.