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The Ex

By: The Hedonist



I wanted to tell you about my ex's weekend at her mom's hometown.

If you remember, I had told you about a guy that had been trying to date her for some time but so far she had not gone out with him because she felt all he wanted was to get into her pants. 

At this point I should describe her for you; she is about 5’5”, weighs about 150 Lbs. She has 44D tits, a 36 Waist and 40 hips. Naked her tits stand up quite nicely by themselves and she has nice nipples to crown them. Her bush is kept trimmed and short so that with her legs separated you get a good view of her pussy lips, and when excited her cunt hole opens and can easily be seen by anyone looking up her legs. She has a nice tight cunt and sensitive clit that is easy enough to find and she makes a lot of noise when she is fucked.

I told her that on this trip I wanted her to go out with him and that she was to allow him to do what ever he wanted. I also told her that I expected to hear all about what he did to her when she got back and that I fully expected her to have been fucked.

Well she came back Sunday night and I got over to her place a couple of days later. Here is her story.

As expected the guy, whose name is Larry by the way, called her up the day she got into town and asked her out, the ex shocked hell out of him by saying yes and he showed up to pick her up about seven. She had put on the dress I had picked out for her, a red dress that wrapped around her crossing at her tits and leaving a pretty good amount of cleavage showing. The reason I had picked this dress was that whenever she moved so that the top had a little slack, it opened and whoever was looking would get a great view of her right boob. The material was thin clinging stuff and when her nipples got hard they would show through to make sure of this I had gotten her a bra that just supported her knockers allowing her tits to jiggle and sway. For sure she was going to be the center of attention as all the guys in sight were sure to be watching them. The dress was fastened at the waist, but nowhere else, so that when she slid into a seat the skirt would open and give a great view of her leg. If she wasn’t careful to hold the top of the skirt slit she would also give a view of her pussy as she was not going to be wearing panties.

She said that by the time she had slid into the car he had a boner that was making quite a tent in his pants. She had no trouble seeing that she was going to have a large cock up her cunt before the evening was out.

He had a bit of trouble driving the short distance to the restaurant because, of course, her skirt had separated and he was spending more time trying to look up her legs than watching the road. At one point he tried to feel her up, but she told him to keep his eyes on the road.... “and he did!”

The restaurant was much the same except that since she had allowed the dress to open all the way she sat through most of the meal with her pussy exposed and his fingers (she said he wound up with three fingers) up her hole.

The waiter was enjoying the show as well, he kept wiping the table down for them, leaning over to get a look at her cunt. By the end of the meal she was just leaving her legs open so that the two men could get all the looking they wanted and even the waiter got his hands on her snatch at one point. She said he seemed to know more about how to please a cunt because his thumb went straight for her clit and gave it a quick rubdown. By the time they left the restaurant she said she was so wet she felt as though she had pissed herself.

As soon as they got back to the car though, Larry was all over her, he almost tore her dress apart before she could convince him to let her suck his cock, which she did, right there in the parking lot. By that time she wanted to get a look at his equipment anyway because, as she said, “they'd been looking me over all night and I wanted my turn.”

Turned out she had a lot to look at, he had at least 10" worth of hard dick and thick to match. The ex said she almost felt like a virgin again, wondering if she would be able to take all that meat up between her legs. Only difference this time was that she wanted to feel the cock stretching her apart and even feel it banging up against the top of her canal because "even if it hurt I wanted to feel it all the way up me."

With the state he was in it didn't take Larry long to cum and he had enough cream in him to satisfy a horse, she thought he'd never stop pumping the white stuff down her throat. The ex has been laying for guys since she was 14 years old and she said she's never had a guy cum so much before.

Anyway, that cooled him off a bit though he was still at half-mast. Even with his cock half limp he was still impressive. Her cunt lips were swollen and since she needed to cum herself she decided to give him a real show. So, as they were driving down the highway to his farm, she opened the dress all the way, took off what passed for a brassiere, slid down on the seat a bit, spread her legs and began to finger fuck herself.

It was becoming obvious to her (and she was getting off on the fact) that in spite of being in his early 40's at least, Larry was as inexperienced as a teenager on his first date. The way he fumbled his way around her boobs as he tried to drive, like he was afraid they would come off in his hand was almost funny. But, as I said she was getting off on it, "almost like taking a young kid and giving him his first fucking" was the way she described the feeling.

By the time they turned into the lane leading to his farm, she was pumping her hole like gangbusters, moaning and groaning and all but squirting cunt juice all over the floor of the car. She was so hot by this time she didn't care who saw her, she just wanted to feel that cock sliding up her crack. When he finally stopped the car she got out, naked as a jaybird, and made for the house. She only made it to the front steps though, that was where Larry caught up to her. He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees and, before she knew it, had his monster sliding beneath her ample ass and right up her twat.

This time it was her turn to cum off and she did, so hard she was almost pissing at the same time. She could feel her cunt contracting around his shaft, squeezing it for all it was worth and it didn’t take long for him to start pumping his load up her belly. He may not have had as much cream by that time but there was still plenty to soak her pussy hairs and overflow her box, making her hole drip like a leaky faucet.

Of course by this time I had my own cock buried in her crack. The thought of her with this other guy humping her dog style, his cock buried to the hilt (I could even picture his balls slapping against her ass) was doing its job and I could feel the cream building up in my own nuts. I knew this would only be the first such episode, and the possibilities of what else I would be having her do were going through my mind as I emptied the contents of my balls into her.

The Ex



I had to admit that I was surprised when my ex phoned me that afternoon to invite me over to her place -- our old place -- that evening. When Sonja and I split up 6 months earlier we didn't exactly part company on the best of terms. We had been together for almost seven years and I truly believe we were both certain that we had found our soul mates. For Sonja, it was her second go round at marriage and she brought two young kids into our relationship. I had also been married once, but thankfully had no baggage. Although Sonja's ex kept contact with his kids every other weekend, I readily accepted the role of father to them when they were in our house. 

Sonja and I seemed to think alike on everything; raising her kids, our leisure activities, home renovations, sex... everything. It seemed almost too good to be true, and unfortunately it turned out that it was. We ended up having a big fight after Sonja found out that I was visiting some websites that were, in her opinion, a little too kinky. I tried to defend myself, but Sonja's mind was made up, and when that happens there's no going back. She began to worry that I was no longer sexually attracted to her and needed these 'lurid fantasies' in order to prime myself for sex. That, ultimately, was the beginning of the end. Two months later I was moving out of the house that I...that we... had put a lot of blood sweat and tears into, a house that I had hoped that we would grow old in together.

So there I was at the office on a Friday afternoon, intent on merely finishing out the day and then heading home. My big plans for the evening were to go out to my local pub to see if I could meet up with the cute blonde that I had been working on for a few weeks. That's when my cell phone rang. I was surprised to see Sonja's cell number on the call display since we hadn't talked at all since I had moved out. I had no idea what to expect, so I answered with a little trepidation.

"Hi there."

"Hi Dave. It's been a long time. How are you doing?"

"OK I guess. How about you?"

"Not bad. Staying busy. Listen, I know this is kind of awkward so I'll just get to the point. I don't know about you, but I've been thinking about you a lot since you left..."

"Me too. I've never been able to get you out of my head."

"Really?" Sonja sounded truly surprised...happily surprised. I was surprised myself to hear her speak like this and my heart skipped a beat as I thought that there might be a chance, even the slightest chance of a reconciliation.

"Sonja, I told you that I never stopped loving you, and that's still true today. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about you and wish that we had never split up."

"So how come you've never called?"

"I...I can't really say. I guess I thought you were so mad at me you never wanted to see me again."

"You should have at least tried. It would have showed me that you still cared."

"I'm sorry. I just felt really bad about what happened and didn't want to hurt you any more."

"Well, I've been waiting for your call and it never came. Finally I thought that if I felt strongly enough about what we had, maybe I shouldn't wait for you and make a move myself...and that's why I'm calling you today. To see if you'd like to stop by the house tonight...say around 8:00. The kids will be with their dad tonight for the weekend."

"Sounds great...can I bring anything?"

"No...the house is pretty well stocked. Just do me one favour."

" Sure, you name it."

"Well, I don't want the neighbours talking, so if you don't mind could you come in a cab? I don't want them to see your car out front. Eight should be dark enough that you can slip in without drawing any attention."

I thought it was kind of a weird request, but agreed. I didn't want to do anything that would mar the evening. I was completely useless the rest of the afternoon, watching the clock go by, counting the minutes 'til I could leave. I went home to my apartment and paced. I felt just like I did when I was 15, nervously preparing myself for my first date. I carefully picked out my clothes and laid them out on the bed. Sonja always liked the way they looked on me. Now all I needed was to shower, shave and get ready. Once I was showered I put on her favourite cologne, and as an afterthought dabbed some on my taint and just above my cock. I was hard as a rock in anticipation of what I had hoped would be a great evening. I hadn't had sex at all since Sonja and just assumed that she was in the same boat as me. While she was gorgeous and sexy, she also had a couple of kids at home that would hold her back from jumping into a new relationship. 

I called a cab and twenty minutes later found myself pulling up to my old house for the first time in six months. It felt pretty strange ringing the doorbell to a house where I had always just walked in for six years. Sonja answered the door within seconds. She was as radiant as I remembered. 

"Hi, you're right on time. Now what are you hiding behind there?" She smiled as she craned her neck to see what I was concealing behind my back. I presented her the flowers. They were her favourites, a mix of Bird of Paradise, white lilies and purple iris. "My favourites...you remembered...how sweet. They're beautiful. C'mon in."

Sonja led me into the kitchen. She was already halfway through a bottle of wine. Now that was a good sign. She always got very horny when she was drinking.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Sure."

"Gin and tonic?" She knew me well.

"Sounds good." I watched as she pulled a bottle of Tanqueray from the cupboard and poured what looked like a triple over ice into a tall glass before topping it up with some tonic water and then a wedge of lime.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to get me drunk." I joked.

"What if I said I was?" she replied smiling. I hadn't expected flirting this early in the evening. This was looking good. 

"I guess I'd say it's not necessary."

"You don't even know what I have in mind for tonight. Perhaps if you did you might want to drink up." Hmm, this was getting interesting. We made some small talk while we drank and flirted. The drink was definitely strong and I could feel a buzz from it already. Sonja took the opportunity to pour me a fresh drink as soon as I finished the first.

"Why don't we take these upstairs to finish them?" Sonja handed me my drink, picked up her wine and then headed for the stairway without even looking to see if I was following. I couldn't believe she was being this forward. She had obviously had a hard time going without sex for the past six months, and I was glad she did because she was about to unload all that energy on me.

I followed her perfect ass as it swayed back and forth up the stairs and down the hallway to the bedroom. Stopping me short she took my drink from me and placed it on the bedside table and then turned and sat on the edge of the bed crossing her legs.

"Take your clothes off." It was more of a command than anything. I was taken completely by surprise by her aggressiveness, but it was really turning me on. I had always fantasised about her becoming more assertive in the bedroom. As instructed I undressed until I was standing nude in front of my ex with a raging hard on.

"I see you like my new aggressiveness," Sonja stated as she stared hungrily at my hard cock. "I was pretty upset with you when you left. I truly believed we had something special that would last for our entire lives." 

"Me too..."

"Let me finish. I thought a lot about us and what it was that made us so special. Then I had to think a lot about what you did to me. I saw a shrink and did my own research about your fantasies and the things you were looking at on the internet. It became obvious that you were looking for a take charge woman in the bedroom...and alpha female to your beta male. I realised that if you and me were to ever be, then I would have to learn to not only accept that, but embrace it. So I've learned to change the way I think about sex, and now it's time to see if you're ready to accept the new, dominant me. Ready?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good." Sonja reached into the bedside table drawer and retrieved something that I couldn't see and then walked towards me. Standing behind me, she reached around and pulled my right hand and then my left hand behind my back, securing them together with some kind of handcuffs with soft, wide bands that didn't cut into my wrists. I pulled against them and found that they were not toys. Assured that my hands were secure, she reached in front again and started stroking my cock.

"Mmmm, you do like this, don't you?"

"Oh yes. I like it a lot."

"You get turned on knowing that I can do anything I want and you can do nothing to stop me, don't you?"

"You know I do," I managed to answer.

"And does it excite you to know that you are going to have to do everything I tell you to do or there will be consequences?"

"I'm sure you can feel how excited I am."

"Yes, that's true, you're pretty hard. That's good; because tonight I'm going to push your limits and see if you're ready for the new me."

"Oh Sonja honey, I'm ready and waiting."

"Maybe you should wait until later before you decide you're ready for me. I'm not at all the same woman you walked out on six months ago. I've got urges and needs now that might scare you."

"Oh yeah? Well bring them on. But I'd better warn you that I'm going to cum soon if you don't watch out." It was true, between Sonja's hand and the things she was saying I knew that I wouldn't last much more than a minute. At that she gripped the base of my cock and squeezed hard, cutting off my impending release.

"Let's save that for later...no sense wasting it on the floor."

"Good idea. At my age there's only so much gas in the tank."

"Don't worry about that...I slipped some viagra into your drink. I wanted to make sure that I wasn't short-changed tonight." 

Sonja started to unbutton her blouse. Revealing a white lace bra, unlined. The dark nipples of her 36C's were clearly visible and sticking out proudly. I had always wanted her to wear sexy lingerie but she was never comfortable with it.

"You like?"

"God, you are so sexy."

"Yes, I finally realised I'm very sexy. And now you're about to find out how sexy I am." Sonja unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her shapely legs. She was wearing a white lace thong and matching stay up stockings. I couldn't believe what she was wearing. For a woman of 42 she was unbelievably sexy. Long blonde hair, about 5'6, 145 pounds with big tits, a nice rounded ass and beautiful curves. She looked much more toned that I remembered.

"So...what do you think?" Sonja asked as she stood before me.

"Wow...you look even better than I remember. Have you been working out?"

"Like a fiend. I've been pumping iron 5 days a week at the gym, but I'm afraid that all the testosterone that comes with it has increased my sex drive in ways that I never imagined. Not only has it helped me with my new found sexual dominance, but I find that I'm horny all the time. Really horny." Sonja turned to go back to her night table and displayed her firm round ass with the floss of her thong reaching up between her cheeks. She was really toned now; you could see her muscles rippling subtly beneath her skin. God she looked fabulous! 

She once again returned to me with something in her hand. Standing behind me again, I felt her put something around my neck. It wasn't tight, but it had tiny points in it that itched against my skin.

"Ouch...what the fuck is that?"

"Relax...it's just a restraining collar, and if you don't strain at it, it won't stick you. Now just do as you're told and you won't get hurt." Coming round to face me, Sonja hooked a short leash onto the collar. It fell to just below my knees.

"Wow, pretty kinky stuff. I think I like this new you."

"Thanks, but you may want to wait until later before you pass judgement."

"Don't worry...I can't see anything at all that I don't like."

"Not yet, anyway. I warned you that I've now got some large sexual needs that will take a special man to satisfy. Now follow me." Sonja picked up the loose end of my leash and led me, strangely enough, into the ensuite closet.

"What are we doing in here?" To say the least, I was more than a little confused.

"Get on your knees." Sonja's voice was stern... insistent. There was no room for debate so I dropped to my knees finding me staring right at her crotch. Mmmm, I could see through the lace that she was shaved bare, another thing that I had always wanted her to do. Sonja kneeled down, and fastened the ring at the other end of the leash to a clasp fastened to the floor at the doorway that I didn't notice before. With my hands behind my back, I was at her mercy.

Sonja stood up again, her crotch a mere few inches from my face. 

"Still want to go on? After this there's no turning back." I had no idea what was coming, but she had me so excited I couldn't wait to find out.

"I couldn't stop now. You've got me so horny there's no way I would want to stop...not for anything."

"Good, just what I was hoping to hear. Now get ready for the ride of your life." Sonja turned and left me there then, but soon returned with her cell phone. Once again she stood right before me, only this time her thong was gone. God she had a beautiful pussy. I could see her lips were open, glistening with her excitement and her inner lips stuck out all plump and knotted. I tried to lean forward to taste her, but the collar dug into my skin. Sonja laughed at me.

"Poor baby wants a taste of my pussy. Don't worry, you'll get a taste." Sonja put her foot up on the chest that she kept in the closet and showed me her sex.

"Like it? Want to suck it baby?" Sonja taunted me as she reached between her legs and spread her lips apart, showing me the bump of her clitoris.

"Oh yes, please, let me suck your pussy." Slowly she came forward until my tongue was pushing her lips apart to delve up inside of her. I ignored the pain of the collar as she ground her hot cunt against my mouth while pulling my head into her with one hand. I looked up at her between her tits to see her dialling her cell phone with her free hand. She held it to her ear.

"Hey there baby, what are you doing?"

"Listen, why don't you drop that for a bit, get your ass over here and fuck me. I'm lying here in bed all horned up and I need me some cock. The front door's open, just c'mon over, fuck me and then you can go out with your friends. Now hurry up, I want you here in 5 minutes." Sonja hung up the phone, not waiting for him to respond. I was in shock. I couldn't believe what I had just heard, but couldn't say anything as my mouth was full of pussy.

"So, what do you think of me now? A little surprised? Your sweet little ex is not quite as innocent as she used to be, is she? I told you I was super horny and very aggressive. Ooo yeah, baby...suck that clit. Now you get to see me in action. Jim's alright, I guess. A little too young for me, but he's got a nice cock and he fucks like a mule!" Sonja humped my mouth for a few minutes before she pulled back.

"I better get in bed. Jim'll be here soon. Now you just stay quiet and everything will be alright. Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Jim won't take long...he plays hockey tonight so he'll be out of here in twenty minutes." Sonja turned off the light in the closet and pulled the door within two inches of closing, leaving a gap that left me with an unobstructed view of the bed. 

My mind was in turmoil. I wasn't sure what to think. Here I was hoping for a reconciliation, and here was my ex tying me up and leaving me in the closet so I could watch her fuck another man. I felt like a complete fool, but in spite of all the conflicting emotions I was experiencing, my cock was like steel. Well, it was painfully obvious that she hadn't been doing without. I watched her as she moved across her room and I realised that only a fool would think that a woman as sexy as Sonja would have to do without. Any normal guy would do anything he could to get between her legs.

"Sonja," I called out to her from my prison.

"Shut up, he'll be here any minute. Now just enjoy the show...it'll be good. I promise you. If you say anything more I'll gag you." I knew she was serious, so I kept my mouth shut. Then I heard the front door. Sonja fell back on her bed and opened her legs. Seconds later I heard someone enter the room.

"Mmmm, just in time. I was going to get started without you." I couldn't see anyone from my vantage point. "Now strip down, get over here and fuck this pussy." Sonja's legs were spread wide for Jim while she played with her pussy.

"Oh baby, that's what I like about you...you don't waste any time. It's always right to the fucking."

I could hear rustling as her lover undressed.

"No," she said matter of factly. "No condom tonight. I want to feel you cum inside of me."

"Cool. I'm all over that."

Then he came into view. He was young, perhaps 20 at the most, obviously athletic, and hung. His uncut cock must have been 7 inches long and very thick. He climbed onto the bed and right between Sonja's legs. She reached between them and I knew from experience that she was guiding him inside of her. 

Jim's ass muscles tensed as he plunged into her, and I could hear my ex moan as he penetrated her completely.

"Ooo yeah...fuck me baby...fuck me with that big cock of yours...fuck this pussy hard." Sonja sounded like a cheap slut in some porn film, and I wondered if she was doing this for my benefit or if this was just part of the 'new' Sonja. Her strong legs wrapped around his hips and she used his body as leverage to fuck him hard, slamming her crotch up into him as she pulled him down into her. I couldn't believe my eyes...she was completely out of control. They kept up their torrid pace for a good ten minutes before Jim announced his impending orgasm. Sonja urged him on.

"Cum in my pussy...fill my hot pussy with your hot cum...I want it all in me...give it to me." Jim couldn't hold out against her and I saw his entire body tense up as he thrust into her and held, releasing his seed deep into her womb. He collapsed and lay on top of my ex while she continued to slowly grind her pussy against him. Sonja was the first to speak after a minute or two.

"You'd better get dressed and get out or you'll miss hockey."

"You sure you don't mind? I can come back later after hockey if you want."

"No thanks...I got what I needed. I'll call you if I need you. I tell you; sometime you'll have to get me into that locker room after a game so I can check out all your friends when they're all sweaty and naked."

"I told you...I'm working on it. There're a few guys that might get a little freaked out, but most of them would go for it for sure."

"Cool, well get it together then. Nothing would make me hornier than being in a room with 12 naked guys, just walking around feeling their cocks and doing whatever I want with them." Jim was dressed at this point. I noticed he didn't bother washing his cock, probably wanting to wear my ex's scent so he could brag to his buddies at hockey about the hot piece of ass he just had. Then he kissed Sonja goodbye and left. A minute later I heard the front door close.

That seemed to be the signal Sonja was waiting for. She slowly got out of bed and crossed the room towards me. I was surprised that she didn't go to the bathroom to clean herself up, as she always used to. She opened the door, turned on the light and stood right before me. I could smell the raw sex on her as she stood defiantly above me, feet slightly apart and her hands on her hips.

"So...how did you like the show?"

I didn't know what to say because I wasn't really sure of what I thought, so I just kneeled there in silent shock.




The Ex



"Told you I was a different woman. I also warned you that you might not like what you see. But I also told you that there was no turning back. Now you're just going to have to ride this out 'til I'm done, but judging by your cock, I think that you enjoyed the show. Now I've got something I need you to do."

"What's that?" I asked nervously.

"My pussy's a mess, and I'm afraid I'm going to need you to clean me up."

"There's not much I can do for you unless you take these handcuffs off me."

"Who says you need your hands free to clean me up?" I looked at her open, red sex and realized with horror what she expected me to do to her. Jim's cum was starting to ooze out of her.

"Sonja...no...you can't expect me to do that...why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I like being in charge and making you do things. And if I remember correctly, this is your fantasy. Now you might as well enjoy it, because you've got no choice." Sonja lifted her foot up onto the chest again and showed me her sloppy sex. Her red swollen lips were splayed wide apart, her inner lips gaping out of her wide open cunt. Her clit was swollen and everything was glistening with her lover's cum that was slowly seeping out of her. Her hand reached out and grabbed me by the hair as her cunt advanced towards me. I was grossed out at the thought of having to lick out her cum-filled pussy but realised I had little choice as she was in complete control of the situation. I tried to pull away, but between her grip on my hair, and the spikes on the choker I had nowhere to go.

"You wanted an aggressive, dominant bitch in the bedroom...well that's what you've got. Now get busy on this pussy. It's going to have to be clean for your second surprise." And then she was on me. I had no choice but to lick up the combination of their juices as she forced her pussy into my mouth. Grinding away at me, she squeezed her pussy muscles tightly, forcing Jim's cum into my mouth.

"That's it...suck my pussy...lick up all that cum and swallow it...make sure I'm nice and clean." Sonja humped me until she was clean and then turned around, spread her ass cheeks with her hands and then backed up onto my face.

Once again I could feel the spikes itching me as I licked up all the cum that ran down between her ass cheeks.

"That's a good little slave; stick your tongue right up my ass to make sure that's clean while you're at it. Suck my ass clean!" I obediently did as I was told and snaked my tongue as far up inside of her asshole as I could while she continued to push back at me. After a minute or two she abruptly pulled away and turned around, once again holding her cell phone. She started dialing.

"Hello, Tom. Hey baby, what are you up to right now?" She looked down defiantly at me as she listened to his response, once again lifting her leg and then playing with her clit just out of my reach.

"Too bad...I'm super horny and could use a good fucking. Your loss." She hung up and began dialing another number.

"Hey baby, I need you to come over for a quick one."

"What do you mean when? Right now...I need to get fucked right now!"

"I don't care...you just get your big cock over here right now and fuck me with it or I'll have to send those pictures of us to your wife."

"I don't care what you say to her; just get over here...now you've got 5 minutes before I email these to her work address. The front door's open, so get moving...now!" Sonja hung up and looked down at me.

"Don't worry, he'll be here. I've got him wrapped around my finger. He wouldn't dare deny me, which is nice because he's got a really huge cock."

"Sonja...why are you doing this to me? I...I don't understand."

"Well, first of all because I can. I found out that I get real turned on being in charge...my pussy gets so wet when I'm dominating a guy. After checking out all your websites I know you got turned on reading stories about sexually dominant women. I researched it and then found myself getting turned on reading those same stories, imagining that I was the dominant bitch in those stories, going out and fucking whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted while my husband waited faithfully at home, ready to do my bidding once I got back. I got so horny I had to take on a stable of lovers to service me and have been planning on showing you this side of me for quite a while now."

"What do you mean...a stable of lovers? How many guys are you seeing?"

"I don't know. I guess about five or six, but then that's none of your business now is it? What about you? Surely you've been out getting laid."

"Actually, I...I haven't been with anybody since you."

"Isn't that sweet. You've been sitting at home pining away for me while I've been fucking my brains out. What a pussy you are. See, already you're adapting to the new me. That's good because I will not accept you fooling around on me...I expect you to be 100% faithful to me. Now we just have to make sure that you're going to do as you're told, and then you can move back home so you can look after my needs the way they need to be looked after." At that point I heard the front door open.

"Oh good, he's here. Now Al's got a big cock, so you watch carefully what it does to me so you can understand why I need to fuck other men. Too bad his wife doesn't appreciate it. Well...too bad for Al. Her loss is my gain!" Sonja shut off the light and pulled the door almost shut again. I could then hear someone else join her in the room.

"Hurry up...get your clothes off and fuck me. I've been thinking about your big cock all day long." Sonja fell back on the bed and spread her legs, opening her pussy for her lover. Then Al stepped into my sight line. Holy shit, Al was a friend of ours and he lived just around the corner. We used to get together with him and his wife to party every once in a while! His kids played with Sonja's kids. He was about the same age as me, not in as good a shape as me, but I could now see that he did have a huge cock. It must have been about nine inches long and at least as thick as Jim's. He was on top of her in an instant and I could tell her pussy immediately engulfed him as she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deep into her. 

Sonja worked Al pretty much the same was that she did Jim, holding him captive deep inside her with her strong legs while she fucked him hard and fast, moaning and thrashing about on the bed beneath him. He didn't really have any chance at all, but he managed to hold out for a good ten minutes or so, giving Sonja time to have two strong orgasms. Unable to hold back any longer, Al finally spilled his seed into Sonja's womb as she came one last time. Al lay there for a few minutes before he tried to exit, but Sonja wouldn't let him go.

"Sonja...please...it's Jill's birthday...I've got to get going," he pleaded.

"I'm not letting you go until I figure out whether I'm done with you or not. You know I love fucking your big cock." Al appeared to be in a bit of a panic as he tried to pull away from Sonja, but it was obvious that he was not strong enough to escape the clutches of her strong legs. Finally Sonja unlocked her ankles, allowing Al to climb off of her. He went immediately to the bathroom to wash himself off before getting dressed.

"Hey baby, say happy birthday to your wife and remember to thank her for letting me use your cock," Sonja teased.

"She's gonna kill me if I don't get home soon. Sonja...you've gotta cut me a little slack...it's not always easy for me to get away."

"Then you need to find someone for me who can replace you...or rather your cock. But until you do that, you do as I tell you...understand?

"Ok...well...uh...I'd better get going. Talk to you soon." Al went and kissed Sonja goodnight while she reached between his legs to fondle his package. 

"Mmmm...I love this cock...I just can't get enough of it. Now you better get out of here before I change my mind and handcuff you to my bed so I can fuck you all night long." Hearing that, Al beat a hasty retreat out of the room and out of the house. 

As soon as the front door closed Sonja slid out of the bed and started to move towards me. God she looked so sexy. I had never been so aroused in my life. Even though I knew what was in store for me I couldn't help but love her and silently vowed to do whatever it took to make her happy. Sonja opened the door and flipped on the light.

"So I take it you recognised Al," Sonja said matter-of-factly as she kneeled down to unhook my leash from the floor ring.

"Yes...how did that happen?"

"It's not important. What's important is the fact that he's got a huge cock and it feels sooo good inside of me. Now let's get to bed before I start dripping all over the carpet. Al's dumped a ton of semen in me for you to suck out." Holding onto the leash with one hand, Sonja helped me to my feet with her other and then led me to the bed. I expected her to unleash me and free up my hands, but instead she turned me around and then pushed me backwards to the bed. When the backs of my knees touched the mattress she placed her hands on my chest and shoved me backwards. Without my hands available to stabilise me I tumbled onto my back.

Sonja climbed on top of me, straddling me on her knees as she smiled down at me. I could see she wasn't kidding; Al's cum was flowing out of her swollen pussy and dripping onto my stomach. She slowly moved up my body, staring into my eyes the whole time as she kept that sexy, confident smile on her face. As she straddled my face I looked at her cunt for the first time. If I thought it looked swollen after she had fucked Jim, Al's cock had obviously stretched her right out like I had never seen it.

"I sure hope you're hungry, because when Al cums, he fills me right up. Just make sure you get it all because I don't want any stains on the bed." Sonja slowly dropped her cunt onto my face, taking care to make sure her gaping lips were stuffed into my mouth while she squeezed her internal muscles to force out what must have been a huge load of cum into me.

"Suck and swallow, baby...suck it out and swallow my cum." My mouth was filled with semen and I had no choice but to swallow it all as Sonja kept her cunt pressed hard onto my mouth, wriggling her hips back and forth, simultaneously rubbing her engorged clit against my nose. After she was sure I had sucked all of Al's cum out of her, Sonja reached behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide before sliding forward and forcing her tight little rosebud onto me.

"Don't forget to get your tongue way up there and suck my ass out, too. There might be some cum still up there from the ass fucking I got this afternoon." I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing. If I hadn't just watched her fuck two guys within the last hour there was no way I would believe her. Still she had me so aroused I planted my lips around her butt hole and started to suck as I drove my tongue as far up her as I could. Sonja showed her appreciation by moaning and pushing hard onto my tongue, trying to get as much of it up her as possible. If it weren't for the viagara she had slipped me in my drink, I would have blasted off a load of cum that would probably hit the ceiling. Sonja knew exactly what to do in order to keep me from cumming; I could go for hours when I took viagara, and not being able to touch myself meant that I would be hard all night long while she pleasured herself with my mouth. At least I knew that when I finally did cum, it would be mind blowing.

Sonja must have fucked my face for half an hour before she finally climbed off of me and laid back and spread her legs nice and wide. Finally I was going to get to fuck her. I tried to get in position, but it was difficult with my hands behind my back.

"So...you wanna join the club and fuck this pussy, too?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still answered her affirmatively. She was writhing on the bed, slowly and seductively humping her engorged sex against an imaginary lover. I couldn't believe she was still horny after all she had been through this evening.

"If you wanna fuck me, I'm not going to help you. You're gonna have to take me."

"Can you take off my handcuffs?" I asked.

"Of course not. That would be too easy for you."

I rolled over onto my stomach and then managed to get up onto my knees by scrunching up like an inchworm. Turning towards Sonja, I moved towards her, my turgid cock sticking out in front of me. I crawled until I was between her legs; basically all I had to do was fall forward and I would fall inside of her. I was almost there, and then she clamped her thighs tight around my waist, denying me entrance to her. Sonja lay there with her hands behind her head and laughed at me as I tried in vain to thrust myself into her. She was definitely much stronger than she was when we were together last, but I knew if my hands weren't restrained behind my back I would be able to force her legs apart and get my dick in her.

"What's the matter? Am I too strong for you? Do you need me to make it easier for you, my weak little man?" Sonja was clearly enjoying my plight and slowly opened her thighs enough so that my cock head was twitching right in front of her cunt. Another inch and I would be able to slip my head in, but she kept me poised at her entrance.

"Poor little man. Is the dominant little woman still too strong for you? Do you need me to make it even easier for you?" I was at her mercy. She kept me right where she wanted me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it. She relaxed just enough so that my head made contact with her lips and then she held me there, grinning at my frustration as she reached between us, spread her lips apart with one hand and used the other to rub her clit with the head of my cock.

"I guess if you're not strong enough to get your cock in me, I'll have to use you like this. I bet my other lovers would be man enough to balls deep in me right now." 

I couldn't take it anymore and could feel my orgasm building as Sonja began to rub herself more vigorously. I tried as hard as I could to push my way into her, but Sonja kept me right where I was with seemingly little effort as her own orgasm approached. My balls tightened up and I was amazed to feel my already rigid cock swell even more as my cum started its journey from my balls and up my shaft. I almost passed out between the combined forces of physical exertion and the force and intense pleasure of my first release of this highly sexual evening, but held on to enjoy the sensations as my cock spewed it's juice onto her pussy.

"Ooo yeah....cum on me, baby...cum on my pussy...cum all over my clit..." Sonja cried as she had a powerful orgasm as my cum splashed all over her cunt. When there was no more left in me, I slumped forward overtop of Sonja, my hips still suspended above her by her thighs. We lay like that for a few moments.

"Mmmm...that felt nice...real nice," she moaned lazily as her arms came up to hold my face lovingly, or so I thought. Stopping at my shoulders, she pushed me down to her wet, sloppy pussy again. "Now clean up your mess before it gets all over the bed." For the third time that evening I licked and sucked away at her pussy, eating the cum that had been deposited there. At least this time it was my own.

When I was done, Sonja opened her legs and released me. We lay there on the bed, her on her back with her strong shapely legs splayed wide and me between her on my side, my head resting on her thigh. She was red and swollen, her thick lips protruding out of her and framing a dark pink entrance that was still very much open. Amazingly I realized I was still hard, but then remembered the Viagra. We lay like that for a few minutes while we basked in the afterglow of our passion. Finally Sonja broke the silence.

"So...what do you think of the new me?"

I paused for a moment to consider the question...not sure of what to say. Obviously I had been shocked, to say the least, at what happened tonight. I couldn't believe the metamorphosis that Sonja had undergone in such a short period of time. She had gone from what I had perceived to be a normal woman to a manipulative, demanding, wanton slut in six short months. Sure I found it incredibly arousing; this was, after all, what I had been fantasizing about for years. But now it was a reality. I wasn't sure I could enter into a relationship with someone who could so easily have so many partners, no matter how much I still loved and missed her. Sonja raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at me.

"I know it's a lot to take in in such a short period of time, and in spite of what happened here tonight and the way I treated you and talked to you, I hope you realize that I still love you and miss you. I'm not just some inconsiderate bitch who's looking to fuck you over for something that happened in the past. I'm not asking you to make a decision right now, but I want you to know how I feel. I still believe, deep in my soul that you are the right man for me. You opened up something in me that I never knew was there, and now that that door has been opened, I can't close it. 

"I know you probably think I'm a cheap slut, but I can't help it. I'm addicted to the buzz that I get from being the alpha and having multiple partners. Besides I'm so horny that I don't think one man alone can satisfy me. I know it is unconventional at the very least, but I want you in my life as well. Not as some stud who I call when I'm horny, but as my partner." Sonja reached over, opened the night stand drawer and took out the keys. First, she unfastened the collar around my neck, and then she got up on her knees to release the handcuffs from my wrists. She tossed them onto the floor beside the bed.

"Come lie beside me," she asked as she lay back down. I crawled up beside her and she curled up to me with her head on my chest. I put my arm around her and stroked her shoulder as she ran her fingers through the hair on my chest.

"I miss this," she said.

"Me, too," I replied and then kissed the top of her head. I felt extremely comfortable...like I was home again with Sonja in my arms. "This feels like old times."

"Mmhmm," she murmured. "But you realize that we can't go back to those times. Not completely. You will still be my true love. Those other guys are just guys that come over so I can fuck them. And it's not as though they are over all the time, after all I am still a respectable woman in this community. I have kids and friends and neighbours and I care what people think about me. But sometimes, when the kids are away with their father, I need some release. And now that I am in such good shape, my libido is so strong that I may have four or five guys in the same day, and you have to be ok with that. Do you think you can handle that?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I know this is my fantasy, but I'm honestly not sure I can handle being chained up in the closet watching while a bunch of guys parade through our bedroom fucking the woman I love. It was intoxicatingly arousing beyond belief to watch you in action tonight. You are the most incredibly sexy and beautiful woman I have ever seen, but, in spite of my fantasy, I don't think my ego could handle being your submissive slave. I do have some pride, you know."

"Of course baby, do you think that I'm not sensitive to that. I don't want you to think that what you saw tonight is the way I would treat you all the time. To the outside observer, anybody that sees us would see a regular, committed, loving couple sharing an equal partnership. And even when it's just the two of us here or wherever, it'll remain that way. But when we are in the bedroom, well, that's when I take the reins. And when I bring other men here, I don't expect you to hide in the closet. No. I want you in bed with me, helping my lover's pleasure me. Licking me while they fuck me, eating the creampies that I make for you, doing whatever I tell you...without questioning." Her hand was stroking my cock now. I considered her offer, but my rational mind was slipping away, overcome once more by my lust. Sonja tipped her head and took me fully into her mouth without flinching. God she was good. She looked up at me with her big eyes and released me from her mouth. 




The Ex



"I know how turned on you are right now. No other woman could ever understand your sexual fantasies and live them out for you like I do."

"Oh God, Sonja...you are so fucking incredible."

"I know...just imagine what we can do together. Tonight you've just seen the tip of the ice berg. Just imagine what lies beneath the surface." She took me into her mouth again, her eyes holding mine. My cockhead felt her throat, but she didn't even gag. She let me slip from her mouth again and crawled up on top of me, straddling me, reaching down and inserting me into her and then slowly sinking down onto me, swallowing me effortlessly with her pussy. In spite of the big cocks that had just ravaged her, she felt wonderful inside...hot, wet and still fairly snug. I figured she would be loose as some old used up whore, but her muscle tone was great. She must have been doing keagles along with her other exercises. Sonja knowingly smiled down at me.

"Nice and tight, eh? When I work out...no muscles get ignored." She wasn't moving, but I could feel her cunt contracting around my cock rhythmically...wave after wave that felt like she was trying to draw me deeper inside of her. I had never experienced anything like it before.

"Told you I was good," she said as she smiled down at me. "Now you know what keeps all my studs coming back for more. Imagine getting a piece of this pussy every night and every morning, because I'm going to expect...no...demand that from you. Think you're up to the task?" She knew she had me. I knew she had me. It was pointless trying to pretend otherwise so I nodded to her that I was. Sonja smiled at me and then we both came. Now I had to live with my decision.



The Ex



Once again thanks to Millie for her infinite patience and expert editing

His Story.

As I donned my dressing gown I glanced, almost drunkenly, at the alarm clock; the flashing green light showed 01.53. The storm still raged outside, rain pelted the window as the bell sounded again more persistently this time. I was still only half awake as I reached the door to see her standing there, in the dim light almost unrecognisable from the girl I once knew. The long dark hair, of which she was so proud, hung like rat's tails over the collar of her trench coat, but it was her face that commanded my attention. What little make-up she wore was smudged and streaked, painting her face grotesquely in shades of blue and gray. I didn't speak; I could only stare at this caricature of my ex-wife.

As Claire spoke her words were almost carried away by the ferocity of the wind.

"I'm sorry, I had nowhere else to go," she sobbed. 

As I looked at her my heart almost melted, almost but not quite.

"What do you want; do you know what time it is?" I asked, my anger taking over from my surprise.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, as if those two words would wipe out all the pain she had caused me or turn the clock back to those idyllic days when we had first met.

I realised that whatever differences we had I couldn't leave her standing there and I moved to one side in a silent invite. She slipped passed me, staring at the ground as she entered. Where, I thought, was the arrogance of two years ago when she left? Her parting words echoing in my ear, burning themselves indelibly into my brain, "Half of all this is mine, and I'm having it," she had said. 

Was that really the same woman who stood in front of me now, dirty, dishevelled . . . pathetic?

"There are such things as hotels you know", I spat at her.

Her sobbing increased as she sat on the couch, the one we had selected so carefully together.

"I have no money," Claire mumbled, her face creased up as more crying racked her body violently.

"But you had, God only knows, how many thousands after the divorce, where has it all gone?"

"He's gambled it away, there's nothing left."

I felt the rage rising inside me and my hands shaking as I stared incredulously at her.

"All the fuckin' money I worked so hard for, you gave it to him, knowing what he was like? Are you a fuckin' idiot or what?"

Tears poured down her face as she clenched and unclenched her hands. She didn't answer.

I took a cigarette from a packet on the small coffee table, not offering her one even though I knew she smoked. I wasn't feeling terribly generous at that moment. Compassion, if not forgiveness, took over as I inhaled deeply feeling a coughing fit developing which I managed to suppress.

"You can stay, but only tonight."

She didn't answer as she stepped by me and, however sorry I felt for her at that moment, I couldn't resist a parting shot.

"You know where the spare room is, don't you? The one I occupied for days on end, or should I say nights?"

She paused half way up the stairs as I watched her. 

"May I have a shower?" she whispered, without turning. 

"Do what you want," I snapped back at her, "but just be gone in the morning".

She nodded and continued up to the landing.

I returned to the lounge and slumped into my favourite armchair and closed my eyes. 

'What the fuck have I done?" I thought. I had just started to get my life back on track after the, somewhat, messy divorce; then suddenly she was back, like the proverbial bad penny. At this moment I saw Claire as some frightened, vulnerable child, desperate for reassurance but I knew I had to be 'hard', she'd hurt me before and I no intention of allowing her to do it again.

As I turned off the light I heard the shower start and, as I climbed the stairs, the gushing of water. I crossed the landing and noticed she had left the bathroom door partly ajar, as she used to. I glanced in and watched her through the frosted glass of the cubicle. Even with the details distorted I could see she was still as she had always been gorgeous, tall, lithe, her dark hair cascading down onto her shoulders and part way down her back. I groaned inwardly as I felt my cock stirring under my dressing gown. "Not again," I thought. "Please, God, not again." 

As I once again snuggled down under the warm sheets I was more determined than ever not to be suckered into falling for her. I was still thinking that as I drifted towards sleep and felt her creep in alongside me, her body moulding itself to mine as she pushed herself tight into my back. I ignored her as I plucked up the courage to ask, no, tell her to go. But as she rested her head against my back and I felt her full breasts pushing into me my anger crept from the bedroom in much the same way as she had crept into it, and animal lust took its place. 

Her hand slipped down to my waist, over my hips and onto my already hard erection, but as she moved the loose skin up and down my shaft I still had enough will power left to realise that for the first time in years it was me who had the upper hand, tonight I would dictate what happened. I smiled as I recalled all the things I wanted to do that she denied me in the past. Well, tonight would be mine. 

Her story.

I could see that the house was in total darkness, even with the wind and rain lashing at my face, and I was confused, He said he would be in, waiting for me. I had completed the delivery he sent me on, it had taken all day, but I didn't mind and he did promise to have dinner waiting for me and a little play time later. With his recent lack of interest in sex it was something I could look forward to, after all, he hadn't touched me in at least two months. Although I did get worried, I knew he had money problems, he swore things would get better, just one big win that was all it would take and everything would be ok again. Stupidly I believed him.

I took the key from my pocket and tried to open the door, when nothing happened I noticed the lock was new, shiny; it had been changed. Panic took over from confusion and I staggered to the rear of the house to find a scrap of paper pinned to the door.

''Hi, sorry got to go, the bastards want their money, sold furniture but still nowhere near enough. May see you again but if not it was fun. Barry."

I read it twice before the full implication sunk in. I was penniless with no friends and nowhere to go.

I don't remember much about the next hour or so. Only that I must have walked for miles in the awful weather and I found myself outside the house I once shared with my ex-husband until Barry came onto the scene. Luckily there was a bus shelter opposite to protect me from the storm and I stood for a long time, plucking up the courage to walk the few yards to his door, The last few months we were together I had treated him abysmally and I could guess what would happen if I asked him for help. He'd humiliate me and I would deserve it.

The sex we had had at its best had been mind blowing and at its worse less than ordinary. I knew Will well enough to understand that the way back into his affections was through the bedroom; but I had to plan this carefully. I could afford no mistakes.

I walked first to an all-night chemist around the corner, mixing with the junkies and prostitutes to purchase what I was sure I'd need, and again found myself standing at the end of the drive.

It was nearly two a.m., when I stood outside the door and pushed hard on the button. The wind and rain seemed to sense my actions and were determined to punish me one last time leaving me colder and wetter than I'd been all evening.

God only knows what I must have looked like as I waited patiently for him and when the door eventually opened his reaction was no surprise. He was always a sucker for tears so I turned on the 'waterworks', not that it took that much effort. He agreed to let me stay that night; I knew he would; now it was time to put my plan into action.

I left the door of the bathroom open while I showered, I could almost feel his eyes on me. As soon as I heard his bedroom door close I dried myself and hunted around in my shoulder bag for the tube of lubricant, He always wanted to fuck my arse and I always denied him, but tonight he would get his way, I had little choice.

I took a small amount of KY jelly and using first one then two fingers lubricated my tight channel, as much as I could, it did feel good, but not as good as my usual opening. I removed all traces from the outside and crossed the landing, peeping in I could see he was asleep, or almost, and crept in. Sneaking into bed alongside him I allowed my hand to drift down, his cock was already hard, I smiled, the first part of my plan completed.

His Story.

I took her hand from me, none too gently and, as I turned towards her, pushed it downwards towards her groin, watching in the dim glow from the landing light as she hesitatingly began to masturbate. I threw what remained of the sheet covering us onto the floor and turned on the bedside light; this I was determined to see. Claire was always too embarrassed to pleasure herself in front of me feeling that if she wanted to wank she'd do it alone, but tonight that was a luxury I wouldn't allow her. I could see the look of shame on her face as her fingers played around her clit; I was enjoying this, almost too much. 

I rested myself up onto my elbow and stared into her face, only occasionally glancing down to watch her movement; her expression of disgust at herself seemed to be growing, or was it my imagination? I inched myself up the bed until my cock was touching her lips and her hand left her pussy and encircled my shaft. As I pushed her hand away and back to her slit I trapped her other arm beneath me, I would control how much of my cock went inside her mouth, not her.

The look of pleading on her face as I ran my cock over her lips and into her mouth should have made me relent, I suppose, but it didn't. As I pushed deeper her hand once more came up and rested against my stomach to prevent me feeding her too much of my, by now, rock hard erection. I moved it back down as I began to fuck her mouth slowly, each push going deeper until I felt, and heard, her gag on me. I pulled back a little; I didn't want to hurt her, at least not physically. 

I noticed her hand at her pussy had stopped moving so I covered it with my own and used her fingers to again rub at her clit. Then, embarrassment on embarrassment, I slid two of her fingers, along with mine, deep into her cunt and began to finger fuck her. 

As she gagged once more on me I realised I had better stop. Anyway, phase one was over, now to begin phase two of 'the humiliation of Claire'.

As I pulled my cock out of her mouth and fingers from her pussy I could see the relief on her face. I knew she would expect me to cover her now and take her in the age-old missionary position, the only one she used to allow but not tonight. 

I eased her onto her front, feeling first her reluctance, but eventually her acceptance of what was about to happen. As she positioned herself on all fours I slipped my cock deep inside her wet slit in one movement. It surprised me, a little, that she seemed so aroused and that her pussy was gripping my shaft almost lovingly as I drove into her. I reached around and once more pulled her hand down to caress her own clit, my fingers working along side hers, as I pushed my cock ever deeper into her. 

I pulled back from her, my cock leaving her pussy and finding itself at her tightest opening. I felt her tense beneath me and for a second wondered if I was right in doing this, after all she came to me for help and here I was about to ravish her tight arse. I should at least use a lubricant, I thought, but it didn't stop me. The head of my cock was almost in her when I felt her go rigid, a quiet moan escaped from her, and for once my conscience took over. I was about to pull away when she rose up pushing her back against my front and driving my cock high into her tight channel. 

She slumped back down with my cock still buried deep into her. As I fucked her in that place she had always denied me all thoughts of revenge disappeared, only the incredible sensations remaining. With my balls on the brink of bursting I flooded her with my seed, jet upon jet flying high into her. 

As we fell forward onto the bed together my cock plopped out of her and I watched as a stream of cum escaped from her, dripping onto the sheet. Not a word had passed between us during our 'love-making', a little like old times, and I once again began to wonder what the fuck had I done. 

I drifted into a deep sleep with her clamped to my back and a little voice echoing in my mind, 'You fuckin' idiot'. 

Her Story.

For the first time, as my hand encircled his shaft, I began to worry that he may have developed some kind of proclivity since our parting; something even at my lowest ebb I couldn't bring myself to do. God, what if he had got into piss drinking, or worse, what would I do then? I knew it was too late to back out now, I would have to 'bite the bullet', I was his tonight, or so he would believe. 

As he forced my hand down I knew what he wanted. I was never comfortable masturbating in front of him, but I expected this and as I let my fingers play about my hardening nub I felt my juices start to flow inside me. He was staring at me as I wanked and I tried to put as much distain onto my face as I could, although I was becoming more aroused by the second. Why I had never done this for him before I couldn't imagine; but I was making up for lost time now.

As he moved up the bed to push his erection close to my lips I couldn't wait to suck on him, but I knew I had to be patient. The last thing I wanted was for him to realise that the girl that had left him two years ago was not the one that came back, Barry ensured that. He taught me so much about sex, and the pleasure it could bring, these actions were what I had grown used to.

As Will's cock pushed into my mouth I had to repress a contented sigh and, as he was much less well-endowed that Barry, I found I could easily take all of him deep into my mouth. I had long ago suppressed my gagging reflex but somehow I had to conjure it up again, just for him. I think I must have overacted a little because, after a few thrusts, he removed his cock and as much as I wanted him back in my mouth I knew I had to let him take the lead.

As he began to push me onto my front I realised how glad I was to have lubricated my arse as I knew that was where he was intending to go. I positioned myself on all fours and waited but surprisingly his cock slid into my wet pussy. This was an unexpected turn of events, and for a while I was concerned that he would be shocked at how aroused I was, but it didn't seem to register with him. I tried to grip him tighter to overcome my wetness, but he still moved so easily inside me. He moved my hand back onto my clit where I was desperate for it to be, but I feigned resistance. Will was thrusting so fast and so deep into me I began to wonder if I had misjudged him in lubricating my arse until I felt him withdraw and position his cock a little higher.

I had learned to love a good arse fuck from Barry and waited expectantly for him to push into me. As the head went inside I knew I shouldn't have but my own animal passion took over and I pushed myself back against him, feeling his cock slide inside, into my very depths. It felt so good as he thrust into me, and suppressing my orgasm took all the will I could muster. Luckily as I felt my resolve weakening I felt him shudder and his cum jetting into me.

I waited until he was asleep before I went to the bathroom to 'finish myself off'. Holding back my orgasm had been harder to accomplish than I could have believed and I desperately needed my release. When I returned to bed I snuggled into him and smiled, thinking how predictable this had been. The same old Will, cock driven, but through it all still a nice guy; how could I have been so stupid as to have left him; but now I was back, whether he knew it or not.

His Story.

I looked over my shoulder as I opened the car door and saw her waving at me through the kitchen window, a broad smile on her face. It was as if the clock had been turned back to those first idyllic years of our marriage, then my mind focused on the latter times when her arguments and bitchiness seemed to consume her. Everything I had done was wrong and just when it seemed I was free from her she was back and, strange as it may appear, I was happy . . . but she had to go. I knew I could not survive another acrimonious break-up. I would tell her to go tonight or maybe tomorrow, or when she finds somewhere to live. Yes, she definitely had to go.

Her Story.

I was washing the breakfast dishes when I saw him turn and wave at me. For a moment I could see the doubt on his face but he grinned, a little, as I waved cheerily at him. I knew that there was more work to do, far more, before I could wheedle my way back into his affections, but last night had been a great start. Will had left me a little money, so maybe some lingerie or an exciting 'toy' or maybe a porn DVD for tonight, he loved those. Everything was coming together, 'Like it or not, Will, I was back for good.'



The Ex



It was late and I was tired. I had spent the night in watching movies and doing little else. I had the night off from my job as a waiter and my girlfriend was having a girls' night with her friends. I took the opportunity to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. 

It was about 9:30 or so when my phone rang. It was Rae. I hadn't heard from her since the afternoon when we she confirmed her plans for the evening. I didn't want to bother her during girls' night and didn't plan on talking with her until the next day but I was pleasantly surprised to see her name come up on my phone. 

When I picked up I heard so rustling and some barely audible noises. She had pocket dialed me again. It was annoying but it happens so I let it go and was about to hang up when I picked up the sound of voices on the other end. I got curious as to what they might be talking about and decided to take the opportunity to listen in on what girls' night conversation was all about. There was giggling on the other end and more rustling around. I imagined the girls were having some wine and laughing about something. Then I could hear Rae's voice. 

"Oh yeah, that's it. Oh just like that"

The rustling noise turned to a smacking sound. It was a sound I knew. It was the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I checked my phone again. It was Rae. I put my ear back to the phone thinking maybe I had made a mistake identifying the noise or maybe I didn't hear correctly or maybe I caught it at the wrong time.

The sound of flesh crashing together continued. Rae's voice got louder. "Oh fuck me! Yeah fuck me!" I had made no mistake. I knew what I was hearing.

A man's voice quickly followed Rae's. "You like that? You like it when I fuck your pussy like that? Take it you little slut"

"Fucking give it to me Steve. Harder, Harder! Oh fuck yeah!"

I could hear it clear as day. I was listening to my girlfriend getting fucked by another guy. Girl's night was just Rae's night to get fucked by Steve. We had only been dating for 3 months and I had no idea who Steve was. I didn't care. I was pissed. I didn't know what to do. Should I go over to her house and confront them? I didn't even know if they were at her house. I hung up the phone and set it down. I felt an anger in me that rarely showed itself. I needed to cool down.

I slammed a beer and went out for a quick walk before deciding I should just go to bed. Maybe tomorrow she would call me crying about what had happened or maybe even not cry and just tell me she had met someone else. After all, it had only been 3 months and I would get over it. We would see in the morning.

**********************

The next day I woke up and took a shower. It was about noon before my phone rang. It was Rae, checking in for the morning. 

"How did girls' night go?" I asked, wanting to open the door right away for her confession. She didn't take the chance.

"It was ok. I mean, I had fun but Tiff had too much and got sick so I had to put her to bed but the rest of us had fun."

"Who was all there?" 

"Just me, Tiff, Amy, and Kendra."

She clearly wasn't going to admit to anything on her own. She had no idea that I heard everything and she was going to try and play it like nothing was going on. I invited her over that night and told her I missed her and wanted to spend some quality time together. She said that she would be over about 8 and that she was looking forward to seeing me. She was good. It almost had me convinced except for the soundtrack that wouldn't leave the back of my mind.

I spent all day thinking about it. Thinking about what I would say to her. Wondering if she was with Steve when she called me this morning. Did she even tell him about me? Was she going to fuck him again before she came to see me?

I could have driven myself mad asking myself questions. Instead, I decided, I needed to once again relax and cool down. I got myself a drink and turned on the TV.

**********************

Rae arrived just after 8. She was wearing a short jean skirt the came up her thigh and shoes with a little bit of heel. Her legs seemed long and her skin looked soft. The tight, low cut shirt she wore formed to her curves and almost made her C cup tits pop out of her bra. She had dressed up for a night in. 

"I have something for you" she said as she came in and kissed me. I let it go, trying not to think about her lips and tongue being on some other guy's dick.

"A surprise?"

"I'll show you later. What are we having?" pointing to the drink in my hand.

"Captain and cokes. It's my day off." I said with a smile. I went and mixed her a drink. A strong drink. I too had a surprise for her.

After a number of drinks, I had started to get her drunk. I asked her what the surprise was that she had in store for me and she grinned. Rae told me to stay seated as she got up and went over to my iPod that plugged into the stereo. After a minute or two of searching through my playlists, she found one to settle one and started it. Rock music began to pour out of the speakers and she turned towards me. 

"Strip for me" I demanded. I didn't care if that was her plan or not. I was in control and the forcefulness of my tone let her know it. She did as I told and slid her shirt over her head as she danced. Her shirt had left little to the imagination. Her tits were flowing over the restricting bra and it wasn't long before she unclasped the black, lacy number and released her tits from their cage.

If she was trying to blind me from her actions with sex, it wouldn't work, but her efforts were yielding results. I could feel my blood start to pump as her hips moved and her hands explored her body. She was putting on quite a show. Rae made her way over to me and mounted my lap. She put her hands on the back of the couch, one on either side of my head. She tossed her dark, wavy hair over me and lifted her tits to my face. She moved her chest and brushed her nipples over my face. 

I could feel myself getting harder. She leaned back, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I could feel her grinding her pelvis into my crotch and her hips rock. I grew even stiffer and I wanted to see more. I put my hands on her thigh and slid the up to her ass, pulling her skirt up over her pussy. It was hidden behind her matching black, lace thong. She stood off me and seductively dropped her panties to the floor, leaving her bare pussy still hidden under her skirt. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into me. She crawled back over me ready to finish the stripper role play she probably had in mind. 

I put my hands on her ass and moved her up the couch, positioning her pussy by my face. Rae braced herself on the back of the couch and lifted her skirt, preparing herself for my tongue. With my hands still on her ass, I lowered her pussy onto my face and met her with my mouth. I toyed her clit and licked up and down her lips as she began humping my mouth. Her wet pussy was all but dripping down my face and I slid my thumb into her with ease. She let out a moan. One that I was familiar with. I slid my thumb back out of her as she picked up speed, fucking my face. I didn't move it far and rested it on her asshole.

She was an anal virgin and had never let me penetrate her ass. That didn't stop me as I put pressure on her with my thumb. She let out a light gasp as the tip of my thumb slipped into her. I pressed in deeper and her moans got louder. My tongue was working her clit and I had gotten all but an inch of my thumb into her tight ass when she started to cum. The juice from her pussy gushed down on my mouth and I was licking her clean as she came. 

I slowly pulled my thumb from her and felt her tighten as it came out. I moved out from under her. She stayed resting on the couch, lowering herself so she was now kneeling on the cushions, bent over the back. I stood behind her as her soaking pussy presented itself to me. I did away with her skirt and mounted her from behind. I grabbed her hips and lined my cock up to her pussy. She pushed herself back into me and I watched as my cock slid into her.

I gripped her hips and pulled her back into me and set my pace, fucking her from behind. As I plowed into her, our bodies smacked together and I immediately recognized the noise I heard on the phone the night before. In that moment, I knew how it happened. I knew exactly how she had given herself to him. I knew that she had bent over while he fucked her from behind. 

"Oh Yeah!" she screamed out, solidifying my theory "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

My mind went blank. My heart iced over and I obeyed her command. I pulled my cock out of her and slid it up to her asshole. Greased from her soaking pussy, I pressed the head of my cock into her tight asshole. She let out a whimper and looked back at me. We had never done this before. It was something she had never tried and couldn't understand what had gotten into me. 

"I know about Steve" 

She looked like she had been hit by a freight train and in a split second, she understood. She knew what this was. This wasn't me getting carried away. This was punishment and she took it.

I thrust myself into her sending my cock deep into her tight asshole. She let out a cry as I penetrated her. But it wasn't just pain she was feeling. She was excited by this. It was dirty and it crossed her boundaries, just as fucking Steve had. It hurt, but she found a hint of pleasure in her punishment. I wasn't gentle as I started working my cock in and out of her ass, going deeper with every thrust.

Rae pressed her face into the back of the couch letting out moans and whimpers as I pounded her ass. I reached up and ran my hands through her hair, taking hold on the back of her head. I pulled her hair, forcing her head back as I thrust deep in her ass. My cock was throbbing and her tight hole was more than satisfying. She moaned and she felt me completely fill her. I could feel my cum squeeze out of her with every pump. Her muscles constricted and her legs shook as I emptied myself in her. 

It had been such a mix of excitement and pain that the feeling of cum shooting deep in her ass, sent her spinning into an orgasm she had never felt before. I pulled my soft cock out of her and watched as what was left of my cum drained out of ass and down over her pussy. 

Rae paused for a moment on the couch before getting up. She dressed herself and made her way to the door. I didn't know if I had opened her up to a whole new experience. I didn't know if she had enjoyed her punishment or not. I didn't care. I was done with her. For now.



The Ex-Babysitter



Apologies to my fans for not finishing Alice Takes a Cruise yet. It will be. Meanwhile here's a not-so-short story to be going on with.

They say men think about sex every nine seconds. I don't know if that's true for other men, but when I was eighteen it was certainly true for me. One way or another sex filled my head. At school, at home, on the bus, watching a film, reading the back of a cereal packet, whatever, I either had a hard-on or was trying to get one. Of course, I hadn't had any experience of actual two-person sex by then, so my stimulation wasn't exactly based on memory. More on wishful thinking.

I'd just finished school and was still wondering what to do with myself. My dad was going away for the summer with my stepmum, but I was at the age when the last thing I wanted to do was have a holiday with them. My sister had gone off to the Amazon to help dispossessed Indians or something worthy like that, so I was on my own. That is, until Jenny turned up.

Jenny was an old friend of the family. After my real mum had died, when I and my older sister were little, my dad had used her as a babysitter a lot. I can't think why, but she seemed to like us. I suppose she had that teenage girl's liking for small kids, like younger ones have for ponies. She was only about ten years older than us, but to us she seemed as old as a third parent.

It seems she was trying to finish some book or other and couldn't do it at her own home because there were too many distractions. I knew what she meant. I'd only been to her house once, but once was enough. She was the middle of five kids and the other four were all nutters, mad as hatters. Her mum and dad were 'artists' – or so they thought of themselves; they never sold a single painting as far as I knew – and they thought exercising discipline over children was something only Nazis did. God knows how, but Jenny grew up the sane one.

Anyway, there she was on the doorstep with a suitcase in her hand telling me my dad had offered her the use of our house for as long as she needed. No word to me, needless to say. What did his own son matter?

To give her credit, she was embarrassed. She even asked if I minded and said she'd go if I didn't want her there. But what answer can you give to a question like that? 'Yeah, I want the place to myself. Piss off.'

So I had a companion for the rest of the summer. Actually, given that I spent most of my time out and the rest in my room, she wasn't much of one. She was busy on her book in dad's study. Occasionally we bumped into each other in the kitchen or outside the bathroom, but the more occasionally it was the better I liked it. Sharing your home with your ex-babysitter is a weird experience when you're eighteen. I kept half-expecting her to stick her head round my door and tell me to turn my light out. 

The summer dragged on. My friends from school drifted off, some to new jobs, some on bizzare gap year activities like teaching Siberian peasants Shakespeare or building wallaby houses in the Australian outback, some just on holiday. Before I knew it I was on my own. I woke up one morning and I had no one to hang out with, nowhere to go.

So I thought of sex.

It was early – well, 10.30 – and naturally I had a hard-on. What better way to start the day? I masturbated at least once a day, two or three times if I had the opportunity, and though I say so myself I was getting pretty good at it.

It's funny, but up to that day I hadn't really fantasized that much while trying to make myself cum. The physical sensation was enough. The pleasurable feeling of my fingers on my stiff cock was intense enough to blot out nearly all thought, other than just the hazy picture of a vague all-purpose girl who had no clearly defined features but with whom I was doing all sorts of exciting but unspecific acts leading swiftly to cries of pleasure, real on my part, sadly imagined on hers.

This particular morning, though, I never got to the cries of pleasure. Well, not immediately, anyway. With my hand working feverishly beneath my duvet and my eyes closed tight, I sensed rather than heard my bedroom door open.

A split second later my hand was a good yard from my cock. My eyes opened. Even so, I didn't really see Jenny. All I saw was the door closing. Then I heard a muffled 'Sorry' and hurried footsteps on the stairs.

I lay frozen with embarrassment for a good five minutes. Jenny had seen me wanking. Well, not as such. The duvet was over me. But as good as. By rights my cock should have deflated like a pricked balloon. But surprisingly it didn't. It stayed stiff as a poker. Whatever shame I felt, my cock obviously didn't share it. God, I thought with horror, maybe I'm an exhibitionist.

How could I look her in the face now? Say what you like, whatever your relationship with someone, to be seen masturbating by them changes it. Now I'd have to avoid her even more than I did already. I imagined her checking the laundry basket to look for telltale stains on my boxers. This was too much.

But then my hand crept back to my cock, still stiff, still hard and needing to be dealt with. I pulled back the foreskin and started stroking under the crown. Bliss. I closed my eyes. Well, she was hardly going to come back into the room now, was she? 

And it was then the strangest thing happened. In my mind's eye I saw Jenny. Jenny peering round my bedroom door, watching me, watching my hand stroke my cock. And she was smiling, encouraging me. The image was like a gun going off. I came instantly, almost without me realising it was going to happen. At eighteen you get orgasms like that. Bang. It's over almost before you know it's coming. Even so, it was still a great start to the day.

Later, when I knew she must have finished breakfast, I crept to the bathroom. I knew she'd be busy in dad's study til lunchtime, but I was still reluctant to make too much noise. She might think I was trying to scrub away the evidence of my misdeeds. Then I dressed, grabbed some cash and was out.

That evening we sat either ends of the sofa, careful to be as far away from each other as possible. I was trying to read a new Grisham, but it was difficult with her watching the 10 o'clock movie, some romantic bollocks about a silly woman not realising she loves the hero, then finally realising she does. My mind wandered.

Needless to say it wasn't long before I had a hard-on. I was lounging right back on the sofa, my legs out straight, the kind of position my mum hated me to sit in when she was alive. Unfortunately it showed my cock was stiffening to anyone who cared to look. Almost in direct line of sight to the TV, the bulge in my jeans looked like a mountain to me. I tried to think of something to make it go away – politics, football, the film's drippy heroine – but it stayed resolutely hard.

I shifted my weight, tried to raise the leg nearest to Jenny so it might hide my bulge from her without being too obvious.

'Can't you sit still? I'm watching this.'

'Sorry.'

It was like being a kid again. I remembered how my sister and I had often sat either side of Jenny on this very sofa while she'd read a bedtime story to us. Maybe once someone has that kind of authority over you, they never lose it.

But my cock seemed to grow with every minute. The bulge in my jeans was sticking up a good two or three inches. It was getting painful. I had to move.

There was a sigh of aggravation from the other end of the sofa. 'Well, are you going to deal with that or aren't you?'

For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about. 'Deal with what?'

She glanced disdainfully at my groin. 'That.'

I felt my neck go red and sat up hurriedly. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

She turned back to the TV. 'Fine. Then stop shifting about and let me watch the film.'

That certainly had the desired effect. Within a minute my tent had subsided as if it had never been there.

With nothing to hide I stood up. 'I'm going to bed.'

''Night then.' But she didn't look away from the TV. I guess the drippy heroine must have been at a really crucial stage of her emotional journey.

'Enjoy the film.'

I was out of there. It was only when I'd finished in the bathroom and undressed I realised I'd left the Grisham downstairs. So much for grand exits. Now I'd have to reappear and leave all over again. I put on my dressing gown. 

Though I was in bare feet I didn't intend to be quiet, but I guess I must have been, because when I came through the door to the livingroom Jenny jumped as if a ghost had appeared. And as soon as she saw it was me – who else did she expect, for Christ's sake? – a big pink blush spread right over her face as if she'd just been caught with her hand in the sweet jar. I must say it made a change her being embarrassed, but I didn't crow.

'Forgot my book.'

'Oh, right,' she mumbled. 'Yes, of course. It's over there.' She pointed to my arm of the sofa as if I couldn't see the book for myself.

I grabbed it and went to bed. I didn't give her another thought.

The next morning I was the first up for a change, and for the first time since whenever, didn't wake with a hard-on. After the embarrassment of the previous evening it didn't take a genius to work out why. I lay in bed thinking about it for a while, but the whole thing was too shaming – an ex-babysitter passing a disparaging remark about a guy's erection – I'd be surprised if I ever managed another. I got up and walked along to the bathroom. 

I don't know what made me stop outside Jenny's room – or rather, the room my dad shared with my stepmum. I never had before. Maybe it was a small noise, or the fact the door was open a little. Not that it hadn't been before, but it wasn't usually. Even so, it wasn't open enough for me to see directly in, but I could see a mirror that hung on the wall over the chest of drawers and in that I could see the bottom half of the big double bed. Jenny was still in it. I could see the outline of her legs under the thin summer duvet, one straight out, the other bent at the knee so her thighs were wide apart. Higher than her waist I couldn't see, because the angle on the mirror wasn't right. That was fine by me: it meant she couldn't see me.

I don't know why I stood there watching. It was Jenny asleep; there was nothing to see. Then I noticed a little stirring under the duvet, hardly anything. Just where the outline of her legs joined, there was a small hump where there should have been flatness. That's what I'd seen move. And there it was again, a faint but unmistakable stirring, like a little trapped animal. Immediately I felt a stirring of my own – in my balls. I realised what I was watching. Jenny – my almost 30-year-old ex-babysitter – was masturbating.

Straight away, the embarrassment of the previous evening – not to mention the time when she'd walked in on me wanking – left me. I smiled evilly to myself. Now I could get my own back. For a moment I thought seriously about pushing the door open and walking in unannounced. That'd wipe the smile off her face. But I rejected it. It'd be difficult to retain the moral high ground with my cock pushing the front of my dressing gown out the way it was beginning to. So I just gave a loud cough and marched on to the bathroom, satisfying myself with the thought of her freezing in horror. Oh no! Had I seen her 'doing it' to herself?

In a good mood I put Massive Attack on the bathroom CD player, turned it up loud and ran a bath. Now we'd see who tried to avoid whom round the house.

I took off my dressing gown and admired my erect cock in the mirror. From surreptitious comparisons with other guys tackle in the showers after football I knew I didn't have the biggest. But I didn't have the smallest either. It was good enough for me, anyway. I gave it a few friendly strokes, but decided to save it for the bath. One of the best places for a pull, in my opinion.

When the bath was hot and full I got in and lay down as flat as I could. Aah, nothing like it once your body gets used to the heat. I soaped my cock and balls thoroughly to get them nice and clean and slippery, then pulled the foreskin down with one hand and played with the crown and the underside of it, trying hard not to cum too soon. I thought of Jenny. That might slow me down. She was almost thirty so she didn't even figure as a sex object. Not only that, but she didn't exactly make an effort to look attractive, wandering round the house in shapeless sweat pants way past their sell-by date, a sad baggy Robbie Williams tour t-shirt, a pair of sheepskin slippers and her hair tied back with an elastic band. She didn't even bother to put on make-up.

Despite all this, my cock demanded to be stroked, perversely getting more and more excited at the picture. Not only that, but then I started thinking about her masturbating in dad's bed, stroking herself with her hand. I imagined her finger on her clit, flicking it backwards and forwards, another finger actually inside her, slipping in and out. Aaah, that was a lovely picture. I could feel my cock pulsing beneath my hand. I grabbed it hard at the base to try and stop cumming.

Then, of course, the worst thing happened. The door opened and Jenny marched straight in. Jesus, why hadn't I locked it?

I tried to hide my cock beneath the soapy scum on the water. 'Do you mind?'

She stood looking down at me with her hands on her hips. 'So this is what you do all day: play with yourself.'

'I do not,' I protested. 'And what's it got to do with you, anyway?'

'Nothing at all,' she announced. 'Unless you're spying on me in order to fuel your teenage fantasies.'

'You must be kidding,' I retorted, trying to sound as if that'd be the last thing I'd do. But she knew she'd scored.

'Creeping downstairs last night and hanging round outside my bedroom this morning. You're so pathetic.'

'Hang on,' I protested. 'What do you mean, creeping downstairs?'

'You know exactly what I mean. Don't pretend you don't.' She made to go, but not before glancing dismissively at my groin. 'And I don't know why you're trying to hide that. You forget I saw it plenty of times when you were little.'

With that she left the room.

Boy, she really knew how to make a guy feel small. In every respect. 

But then I smiled to myself. So that's what she'd been doing last night in front of the TV. No wonder she'd gone red. She probably masturbated as often as I did.

For the next couple of days, despite her having had the last word, it was Jenny who seemed to avoid me, rather than the other way round. It was as if she'd realised I'd found her out. If I came across her in the kitchen she'd mumble something about having to get back to work and be out of there quickly as possible. If we met in the hall or on the landing she'd skirt round me as if I had the plague. And she would never look me in the eye. We hardly exchanged a word. After a while I got to enjoy it and deliberately hung round in the kitchen at mealtimes instead of taking food up to my room. I even took to reading in the livingroom, lying full length on the sofa, effectively stopping her watch the TV. Well, it was my house.

Eventually, of course, she lost her embarrassment and things got back to some kind of normality. We took to spending most evenings in the livingroom, sometimes eating off our laps if there was anything remotely watchable on TV. We didn't talk much, but sometimes we'd have a joke about something we were watching, or she'd remember something funny I used to do as a kid and I'd have to tell her to shut up. But there was no more of this babysitter attitude from her. She must have realised I wasn't going to take any more of her crap.

In fact maybe I got a bit too relaxed in her company. It wasn't long before we were sitting on the sofa as usual – both reading this time, but separated by the usual no-man's land of a few feet – and I got the inevitable hard-on. There was no reason for it, of course; there hardly ever was. But gradually I felt the familiar stiffening, then the pushing against the crotch of my jeans – which as every teenage boy knows, only makes things worse – then the irresistible urge to touch myself. Under cover of shifting my weight, I put a hand in my pocket to move my cock so it was pointing straight up under my zipper, a lot more comfortable than being jammed halfway down my leg. Then I tried to concentrate on my book. Maybe it would go down. If it didn't, I'd have to go to bed early.

It didn't go down. If anything, it took advantage of the extra freedom and grew a bit more. Despite lying flat against my belly it made a pretty obvious bulge. I tried hiding it under my book, but the resting of the book on it was almost enough stimulation to make me come there and then.

Needless to say, Jenny soon realised what was going on. 'Honestly, Tim. Do you think about nothing else?'

'What?' I asked innocently.

'Sex, of course. Can't you just read?'

It was just like the other time: behave or go to your room. I decided to brazen it out. 'It's not my fault, it just happens.'

'Huh.'

'And if you must know, it's uncomfortable.'

'Well, deal with it then or something. Anything so's I can get on with my book.'

'What do you mean? How?'

She looked at me with a sarcastic air. 'Well, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that.'

She was actually telling me to go and have a wank. 'OK, I will. Since you insist.' I started to get up.

'Oh, don't go on my account,' she said, turning to her book. 'I won't look. Reading this is a lot more entertaining than watching you play with yourself.'

I wasn't sure I'd heard right. 'You mean you want me to do it right here?'

'I don't want you to do anything. Just do what you have to or don't do it. It makes no difference to me.' Ostentatiously she turned a page.

This was seriously weird. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, but I couldn't back down. I'd had enough of being reminded of our previous relationship. On the other hand, I wasn't about to let her see me jack myself off in full view. So I pretended to carry on reading but let my right hand drift casually onto the bulge in my jeans. God, it was nice to touch it at last. A small moan escaped me before I could stop it.

'Enjoying yourself?' asked Jenny without raising her eyes from her book.

'Yes, thanks.'

I started to stroke my cock through the stretched denim. It wasn't something I'd done much before; I'd usually been in private situations where I could take it out, so why hide it? The crown was particularly great, really sensitive, and it was only a few seconds before I knew I was going to cum. Involuntarily my legs stretched out so I could stroke the full length. My book fell to the floor. The thought of Jenny only a couple of feet away was a hell of an erotic stimulation, but truth to tell I didn't really need one I was that close to the edge. I felt that uncontrollable shaking coming, when your cock takes over, and under cover of the denim my cum shot out once, twice, three times, hard into the fabric of my underpants, then dribbled down my belly, warm and sticky.

'That didn't take long.' Jenny was still looking at her book, but I suspected she'd been watching. There was a little pink flush creeping up her neck.

'Yeah, well, sometimes there's no holding back.'

'So I see.'

Not in the mood for sparring, I just lay back and enjoyed that post-orgasmic feeling. True, now it was over, I was beginning to feel embarrassed by what I'd done, but she'd asked for it, hadn't she? That'd teach her to issue challenges. As my cock subsided I picked up my book.

'Are you just going to sit there? Aren't you even going to clean yourself up?'

There she went again, acting the ex-babysitter. I raised myself. 'I suppose so.' But then a thought occurred to me. I smirked at her in what I hoped was a knowing manner. 'I suppose you want me out of the way so's you can play with yourself too.'




The Ex-Babysitter Version 02



[This is largely a rewrite of the earlier story. My wife -- my fiercest critic -- didn't particularly like the way it developed, so I decided to see if I could make it go in a different direction. For those of you who have already read the earlier story, this version is pretty much identical up to the point where Alice takes over the narration, which is about a third of the way in. If anyone has the stamina to read both versions I'd welcome any comments on how they compare.] 

They say men think about sex every nine seconds. I don't know if that's true for other men, but when I was eighteen it was certainly true for me. One way or another sex filled my head. At school, at home, on the bus, watching a film, reading the back of a cereal packet, whatever, I either had a hard-on or was trying to get one. Of course, I hadn't had any experience of actual two-person sex by then, so my stimulation wasn't exactly based on memory. More on wishful thinking.

I'd just finished school and was still wondering what to do with myself. My dad was going away for the summer with my stepmum, but I was at the age when the last thing I wanted to do was have a holiday with them. My sister had gone off to the Amazon to help dispossessed Indians or something worthy like that, so I was on my own. That is, until Jenny turned up.

Jenny was an old friend of the family. After my real mum had died, when I and my older sister were little, my dad had used her as a babysitter a lot. I can't think why, but she seemed to like us. I suppose she had that teenage girl's liking for small kids, like younger ones have for ponies. She was only about ten years older than us, but to us she seemed as old as a third parent.

It seems she was trying to finish some book or other and couldn't do it at her own home because there were too many distractions. I knew what she meant. I'd only been to her house once, but once was enough. She was the middle of five kids and the other four were all nutters, mad as hatters. Her mum and dad were 'artists' -- or so they thought of themselves; they never sold a single painting as far as I knew -- and they thought exercising discipline over children was something only Nazis did. God knows how, but Jenny grew up the sane one.

Anyway, there she was on the doorstep with a suitcase in her hand telling me my dad had offered her the use of our house for as long as she needed. No word to me, needless to say. What did his own son matter?

To give her credit, she was embarrassed. She even asked if I minded and said she'd go if I didn't want her there. But what answer can you give to a question like that? 'Yeah, I want the place to myself. Piss off.'

So I had a companion for the rest of the summer. Actually, given that I spent most of my time out and the rest in my room, she wasn't much of one. She was busy on her book in dad's study. Occasionally we bumped into each other in the kitchen or outside the bathroom, but the more occasionally it was the better I liked it. Sharing your home with your ex-babysitter is a weird experience when you're eighteen. I kept half-expecting her to stick her head round my door and tell me to turn my light out. 

The summer dragged on. My friends from school drifted off, some to new jobs, some on bizarre gap year activities like teaching Siberian peasants Shakespeare or building wallaby houses in the Australian outback, some just on holiday. Before I knew it I was on my own. I woke up one morning and I had no one to hang out with, nowhere to go.

So I thought of sex.

It was early -- well, 10.30 -- and naturally I had a hard-on. What better way to start the day? I masturbated at least once a day, two or three times if I had the opportunity, and though I say so myself I was getting pretty good at it.

It's funny, but up to that day I hadn't really fantasized that much while trying to make myself come. The physical sensation was enough. The pleasurable feeling of my fingers on my stiff cock was intense enough to blot out nearly all thought, other than just the hazy picture of a vague all-purpose girl who had no clearly defined features but with whom I was doing all sorts of exciting but unspecific acts leading swiftly to cries of pleasure, real on my part, sadly imagined on hers.

This particular morning, though, I never got to the cries of pleasure. Well, not immediately, anyway. With my hand working feverishly beneath my duvet and my eyes closed tight, I sensed rather than heard my bedroom door open.

A split second later my hand was a good yard from my cock. My eyes opened. Even so, I didn't really see Jenny. All I saw was the door closing. Then I heard a muffled 'Sorry' and hurried footsteps on the stairs.

I lay frozen with embarrassment for a good five minutes. Jenny had seen me wanking. Well, not as such. The duvet was over me. But as good as. By rights my cock should have deflated like a pricked balloon. But surprisingly it didn't. It stayed stiff as a poker. Whatever shame I felt, my cock obviously didn't share it. God, I thought with horror, maybe I'm an exhibitionist.

How could I look her in the face now? Say what you like, whatever your relationship with someone, to be seen masturbating by them changes it. Now I'd have to avoid her even more than I did already. I imagined her checking the laundry basket to look for telltale stains on my boxers. This was too much.

But then my hand crept back to my cock, still stiff, still hard and needing to be dealt with. I pulled back the foreskin and started stroking under the crown. Bliss. I closed my eyes. Well, she was hardly going to come back into the room now, was she? 

And it was then the strangest thing happened. In my mind's eye I saw Jenny. Jenny peering round my bedroom door, watching me, watching my hand stroke my cock. And she was smiling, encouraging me. The image was like a gun going off. I came instantly, almost without me realising it was going to happen. At eighteen you get orgasms like that. Bang. It's over almost before you know it's coming. Even so, it was still a great start to the day.

Later, when I knew she must have finished breakfast, I crept to the bathroom. I knew she'd be busy in dad's study til lunchtime, but I was still reluctant to make too much noise. She might think I was trying to scrub away the evidence of my misdeeds. Then I dressed, grabbed some cash and was out.

That evening we sat either ends of the sofa, careful to be as far away from each other as possible. I was trying to read a new Grisham, but it was difficult with her watching the 10 o'clock movie, some romantic bollocks about a silly woman not realising she loves the hero, then finally realising she does. My mind wandered.

Needless to say it wasn't long before I had a hard-on. I was lounging right back on the sofa, my legs out straight, the kind of position my mum hated me to sit in when she was alive. Unfortunately it showed my cock was stiffening to anyone who cared to look. Almost in direct line of sight to the TV, the bulge in my jeans looked like a mountain to me. I tried to think of something to make it go away -- politics, football, the film's drippy heroine -- but it stayed resolutely hard.

I shifted my weight, tried to raise the leg nearest to Jenny so it might hide my bulge from her without being too obvious.

'Can't you sit still? I'm watching this.'

'Sorry.'

It was like being a kid again. I remembered how my sister and I had often sat either side of Jenny on this very sofa while she'd read a bedtime story to us. Maybe once someone has that kind of authority over you, they never lose it.

But my cock seemed to grow with every minute. The bulge in my jeans was sticking up a good two or three inches. It was getting painful. I had to move.

There was a sigh of aggravation from the other end of the sofa. 'Well, are you going to deal with that or aren't you?'

For a moment I had no idea what she was talking about. 'Deal with what?'

She glanced disdainfully at my groin. 'That.'

I felt my neck go red and sat up hurriedly. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'

She turned back to the TV. 'Fine. Then stop shifting about and let me watch the film.'

That certainly had the desired effect. Within a minute my tent had subsided as if it had never been there.

With nothing to hide I stood up. 'I'm going to bed.'

''Night then.' But she didn't look away from the TV. I guess the drippy heroine must have been at a really crucial stage of her emotional journey.

'Enjoy the film.'

I was out of there. It was only when I'd finished in the bathroom and undressed I realised I'd left the Grisham downstairs. So much for grand exits. Now I'd have to reappear and leave all over again. I put on my dressing gown. 

Though I was in bare feet I didn't intend to be quiet, but I guess I must have been, because when I came through the door to the living room Jenny jumped as if a ghost had appeared. And as soon as she saw it was me -- who else did she expect, for Christ's sake? -- a big pink blush spread right over her face as if she'd just been caught with her hand in the sweet jar. I must say it made a change her being embarrassed, but I didn't crow.

'Forgot my book.'

'Oh, right,' she mumbled. 'Yes, of course. It's over there.' She pointed to my arm of the sofa as if I couldn't see the book for myself.

I grabbed it and went to bed. I didn't give her another thought.

The next morning I was the first up for a change, and for the first time since whenever, didn't wake with a hard-on. After the embarrassment of the previous evening it didn't take a genius to work out why. I lay in bed thinking about it for a while, but the whole thing was too shaming -- an ex-babysitter passing a disparaging remark about a guy's erection -- I'd be surprised if I ever managed another. I got up and walked along to the bathroom. 

I don't know what made me stop outside Jenny's room -- or rather, the room my dad shared with my stepmum. I never had before. Maybe it was a small noise, or the fact the door was open a little. Not that it hadn't been before, but it wasn't usually. Even so, it wasn't open enough for me to see directly in, but I could see a mirror that hung on the wall over the chest of drawers and in that I could see the bottom half of the big double bed. Jenny was still in it. I could see the outline of her legs under the thin summer duvet, one straight out, the other bent at the knee so her thighs were wide apart. Higher than her waist I couldn't see, because the angle on the mirror wasn't right. That was fine by me: it meant she couldn't see me.

I don't know why I stood there watching. It was Jenny asleep; there was nothing to see. Then I noticed a little stirring under the duvet, hardly anything. Just where the outline of her legs joined, there was a small hump where there should have been flatness. That's what I'd seen move. And there it was again, a faint but unmistakable stirring, like a little trapped animal. Immediately I felt a stirring of my own -- in my balls. I realised what I was watching. Jenny -- my almost 30-year-old ex-babysitter -- was masturbating.

Straight away, the embarrassment of the previous evening -- not to mention the time when she'd walked in on me wanking -- left me. I smiled evilly to myself. Now I could get my own back. For a moment I thought seriously about pushing the door open and walking in unannounced. That'd wipe the smile off her face. But I rejected it. It'd be difficult to retain the moral high ground with my cock pushing the front of my dressing gown out the way it was beginning to. So I just gave a loud cough and marched on to the bathroom, satisfying myself with the thought of her freezing in horror. Oh no! Had I seen her 'doing it' to herself?

In a good mood I put Massive Attack on the bathroom CD player, turned it up loud and ran a bath. Now we'd see who tried to avoid whom round the house.

I took off my dressing gown and admired my erect cock in the mirror. From surreptitious comparisons with other guys tackle in the showers after football I knew I didn't have the biggest. But I didn't have the smallest either. It was good enough for me, anyway. I gave it a few friendly strokes, but decided to save it for the bath. One of the best places for a pull, in my opinion.

When the bath was hot and full I got in and lay down as flat as I could. Aah, nothing like it once your body gets used to the heat. I soaped my cock and balls thoroughly to get them nice and clean and slippery, then pulled the foreskin down with one hand and played with the crown and the underside of it, trying hard not to come too soon. I thought of Jenny. That might slow me down. She was almost thirty so she didn't even figure as a sex object. Not only that, but she didn't exactly make an effort to look attractive, wandering round the house in shapeless sweat pants way past their sell-by date, a sad baggy Robbie Williams tour t-shirt, a pair of sheepskin slippers and her hair tied back with an elastic band. She didn't even bother to put on make-up.

Despite all this, my cock demanded to be stroked, perversely getting more and more excited at the picture. Not only that, but then I started thinking about her masturbating in dad's bed, stroking herself with her hand. I imagined her finger on her clit, flicking it backwards and forwards, another finger actually inside her, slipping in and out. Aaah, that was a lovely picture. I could feel my cock pulsing beneath my hand. I grabbed it hard at the base to try and stop coming.

Then, of course, the worst thing happened. The door opened and Jenny marched straight in. Jesus, why hadn't I locked it?

I tried to hide my cock beneath the soapy scum on the water. 'Do you mind?'

She stood looking down at me with her hands on her hips. 'So this is what you do all day: play with yourself.'

'I do not,' I protested. 'And what's it got to do with you, anyway?'

'Nothing at all,' she announced. 'Unless you're spying on me in order to fuel your teenage fantasies.'

'You must be kidding,' I retorted, trying to sound as if that'd be the last thing I'd do. 

'Creeping downstairs last night and hanging round outside my bedroom this morning. You're so pathetic.'

'Hang on,' I protested. 'What do you mean, creeping downstairs?'

'You know exactly what I mean. Don't pretend you don't.' She made to go, but not before glancing dismissively at my groin. 'And I don't know why you're trying to hide that. You forget I saw it plenty of times when you were little.'

With that she left the room.

Boy, she really knew how to make a guy feel small. In every respect. 

But then I smiled to myself. So that's what she'd been doing last night in front of the TV. No wonder she'd gone red. She probably did it as often as I did.

For the next couple of days, despite her having had the last word, it was Jenny who seemed to avoid me, rather than the other way round. It was as if she'd realised I'd found her out. If I came across her in the kitchen she'd mumble something about having to get back to work and be out of there quickly as possible. If we met in the hall or on the landing she'd skirt round me as if I had the plague. And she would never look me in the eye. We hardly exchanged a word. After a while I got to enjoy it and deliberately hung round in the kitchen at mealtimes instead of taking food up to my room. I even took to reading in the living room, lying full length on the sofa, effectively stopping her watch the TV. Well, it was my house.

Eventually, of course, she lost her embarrassment and things got back to some kind of normality. We took to spending most evenings in the living room, sometimes eating off our laps if there was anything remotely watchable on TV. We didn't talk much, but sometimes we'd have a joke about something we were watching, or she'd remember something funny I used to do as a kid and I'd have to tell her to shut up. But there was no more of this babysitter attitude from her. She must have realised I wasn't going to take any more of her crap.

In fact maybe I got a bit too relaxed in her company. It wasn't long before we were sitting on the sofa as usual -- both reading this time, but separated by the usual no-man's land of a few feet -- and I got the inevitable hard-on. There was no reason for it, of course; there hardly ever was. But gradually I felt the familiar stiffening, then the pushing against the crotch of my jeans -- which as every teenage boy knows, only makes things worse -- then the irresistible urge to touch myself. Under cover of shifting my weight, I put a hand in my pocket to move my cock so it was pointing straight up under my zipper, a lot more comfortable than being jammed halfway down my leg. Then I tried to concentrate on my book. Maybe it would go down. If it didn't, I'd have to go to bed early.

It didn't go down. If anything, it took advantage of the extra freedom and grew a bit more. Despite lying flat against my belly it made a pretty obvious bulge. I tried hiding it under my book, but the resting of the book on it was almost enough stimulation to make me come there and then.

Needless to say, Jenny soon realised what was going on. 'Honestly, Tim. Do you think about nothing else?'

'What?' I asked innocently.

'Sex, of course. Can't you just read?'

It was just like the other time: behave or go to your room. I decided to brazen it out. 'It's not my fault, it just happens.'

'Huh.'

'And if you must know, it's uncomfortable.'

'Well, deal with it then or something. Anything so's I can get on with my book.'

'What do you mean? How?'

She looked at me with a sarcastic air. 'Well, I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that.'

She was actually telling me to go and have a wank. 'OK, I will. Since you insist.' I started to get up.

'Oh, don't go on my account,' she said, turning to her book. 'I won't look. Reading this is a lot more entertaining than watching you play with yourself.'

I wasn't sure I'd heard right. 'You mean you want me to do it right here?'

'I don't want you to do anything. Just do what you have to or don't do it. It makes no difference to me.' Ostentatiously she turned a page.

This was seriously weird. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, but I couldn't back down. I'd had enough of being reminded of our previous relationship. On the other hand, I wasn't about to let her see me jack myself off in full view. So I pretended to carry on reading but let my right hand drift casually onto the bulge in my jeans. God, it was nice to touch it at last. A small moan escaped me before I could stop it.

'Enjoying yourself?' asked Jenny without raising her eyes from her book.

'Yes, thanks.'

I started to stroke my cock through the stretched denim. It wasn't something I'd done much before; I'd usually been in private situations where I could take it out, so why hide it? The crown was particularly great, really sensitive, and it was only a few seconds before I knew I was going to come. Involuntarily my legs stretched out so I could stroke the full length. My book fell to the floor. The thought of Jenny only a couple of feet away was a hell of an erotic stimulation, but truth to tell I didn't really need one I was that close to the edge. I felt that uncontrollable shaking coming, when your cock takes over, and under cover of the denim my come shot out once, twice, three times, hard into the fabric of my underpants, then dribbled down my belly, warm and sticky.

'That didn't take long.' Jenny was still looking at her book, but I suspected she'd been watching. There was a little pink flush creeping up her neck.

'Yeah, well, sometimes there's no holding back.'

'So I see.'

Not in the mood for sparring, I just lay back and enjoyed that post-orgasmic feeling. True, now it was over, I was beginning to feel embarrassed by what I'd done, but she'd asked for it, hadn't she? That'd teach her to issue challenges. As my cock subsided I picked up my book.




The Ex-Babysitter Version 02



'Are you just going to sit there? Aren't you even going to clean yourself up?'

There she went again, acting the ex-babysitter. I raised myself. 'I suppose so.' But then a thought occurred to me. I smirked at her in what I hoped was a knowing manner. 'I suppose you want me out of the way so's you can play with yourself too.'

'Don't be ridiculous!' She tried to look outraged, but it didn't come off.

'Oh don't go all innocent on me,' I countered. 'You know I know you do it.'

'Yes, I do know,' she stated meaningfully, 'but I have the decency to do it in private.'

'Oh I see, it's alright for me to do it openly in front of you, but with you we've got to pretend it's a secret.'

She knew I had her, but she wasn't giving up.

'It's different. I'm older than you. I used to be your babysitter.'

'Yeah, and don't you keep reminding me.' I decided to act the kid she plainly thought I still was. 'It's not fair. You watched me, now I get to watch you.

She tried another tack. 'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'Because.'

I laughed out loud. 'Because? Now who sounds like a kid?'

'Because I'm embarrassed.' True, her face was now a bright pink. Perhaps I really was pushing her too far. But just as I was about to relent I had an intuition. What if she was blushing because really she was turned on by the thought of playing with herself in front of me?

'No, you're not. You want to.'

'Don't be absurd,' she exclaimed. But it didn't carry much conviction.

'I bet your knickers are all wet.'

'Don't be disgusting. Of course they're not.'

'OK, show me.'

'What do you mean, show you?'

'Put your hand down there and show me. Prove it.'

'I will not.'

'Because you know I'm right.'

There was a long pause. She stared at me defiantly, but I held her gaze. Eventually she sighed. 'Alright. But only to keep you quiet.'

'Whatever.'

With what I took to be feigned reluctance she lifted her t-shirt and slid a hand inside the waistband of her sweat pants. She moved her legs apart slightly and the outline of her hand slid between them. But instead of bringing it out again so we could both examine the evidence, or lack of it, she closed her eyes and gave a little breathless cry.

'Well,' I prompted, 'am I right or am I right?'

She opened her eyes and looked at me. 'Of course you're right. Now do you want me to do this, or are you going to distract me by talking all the time?'

'Oh, you go right ahead.'

'Just stay over your end of the sofa then. I don't want you getting any ideas.'

'Just pretend I'm not here,' I advised her generously.

She gave a little ironic laugh. 'I can't believe I'm doing this. I must be mad.'

No sooner had she spoken than her eyes closed again and her head tilted up as if she'd just touched a particularly sensitive spot. 'Oh, God, I can't...' But if her mind wanted her to stop, her body plainly had other ideas. Her hips rose and fell in time with her busy fingers. 'Oh, it feels lovely... I can't believe it, but I think I'm going to come.' Under the cotton of her sweat pants I could see her hand pressing into her, as if trying to prevent something escaping. 'Oh, it's happening! I'm coming! I can't stop it!' And her pelvis thrust up off the sofa as if trying to swallow her hand, and the muscles of her arm stood out as she held her fingers firmly against her no doubt throbbing clit.

I waited.

'There, that wasn't so bad, was it?'

She opened her eyes. 'I can't believe I just did that. That's the first time I've ever done it in front of anyone.'

'There's a first time for everything.'

'Oh, listen to the man of the world.' She closed her eyes again. 'And that was the quickest I've ever come. I must have been really turned on.' She spoke as if it was a real surprise to her. Modesty prevented me from pointing out my little performance may have had something to do with that.

But then she made it clear nothing much had changed. She sat up and straightened herself out. 'Right, we've both had a bit of fun, but this was just a one-off, OK? No repeat performances.' 

She was serious. Alright, I didn't fancy her, but surely we could have a bit of fun now and then. 

'I shouldn't have encouraged you. I know you're eighteen, but I still feel responsible for you. Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you, not play sex games with you...'

'Hang on,' I interrupted. 'Dad asked you what?'

'To keep an eye on you...'

'Oh, I see,' I stormed. 'Once the babysitter, always the babysitter.' I stamped upstairs and slammed my bedroom door behind me. 

Was I never going to be allowed to grow up?

Of course, I wasn't mad for long. Yes, I resented being treated like a kid, but that was my dad all over. He probably thought I still hadn't reached puberty. It wasn't Jenny's fault. 

After a couple of days sulking in my room so's she got the message I wasn't happy, I started drifting downstairs again. Over a meal she cooked of spaghetti bolognese she didn't say anything and neither did I, but we both knew it was by way of an apology. From now on, the unspoken promise was, she wouldn't treat me like a kid. And though I didn't say so, I suppose I was sorry in my own way for what I'd made her do in front of me.

So things drifted back into the usual routine. I'd wake up and have a wank -- though from then on I kept my door locked -- and I assumed she also had one occasionally -- though from then on dad's bedroom door was never open when I went to the bathroom, so I never knew for sure. For the rest of the day she'd work on her book and I'd lounge about reading or listening to music or watching a DVD. Then we'd have supper, watch some TV and go to bed. Pretty mindless, really.

It wasn't so surprising, then, that I found myself masturbating more and more often, sometimes three or four times a day. Even more surprisingly, I found myself thinking of Jenny while I was doing it. I kept telling myself I didn't fancy her -- how could I? To me she was middle-aged. But the sight of her making herself come that evening on the sofa just obsessed me. I couldn't get it out of my mind.

And it wasn't long before I had another image to excite me.

One morning I got up after the usual wank and wandered along to the bathroom. I must still have been half-asleep, because I didn't register either that Jenny's bedroom door was wide open or that there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I just marched straight in. Luckily the room was all steamed up, so she didn't see me come in. In any case, she was busy. She was in the shower. I could just make out her shape through the frosted glass and running water. I was just about to back out again when I saw what she was doing. She was standing with her legs spread wide and slightly bent at the knee and she was directing the flexible shower hose up between them. Above the sound of the water I could hear her voice going 'oh God, oh God,' over and over like she was in some kind of trance. Her other hand was pressed flat against the side of the shower stall as if for balance and her head was thrown back, her hair loose and wet against the glass. My cock stiffened instantly and thrust out from the front of my dressing gown. Amazing. I'd only come about five minutes ago and now here I was ready to go again.

Jenny was completely lost. Even as I watched, her body went rigid and her free hand clenched into a fist. She cried out, 'Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!' 

Then slowly she lowered the hose and her body started to relax.

I decided it was time to make myself scarce. I slipped out and closed the door, then went back to my own room, climbed back into bed and brought myself off there and then, without even bothering to lock the door. And all the time I thought of Jenny, the hose pouring jets of water against her clit, her clenched fist, her long wet hair against the glass, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

That day I was in and out of my room like a jack-in-a-box. Every time I had a spare moment my mind drifted back to the sight of Jenny in the shower and I just had to go and get rid of the ensuing hard-on. By supper time I still couldn't get her out of my mind, even with her sitting opposite me looking like a dog's breakfast in her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. 

It didn't take her long to notice.

'You're very quiet. What's up with you?'

'Nothing.'

'Right,' she said, which was her way of saying she didn't believe me.

I got up. 'I'm going to watch TV.'

'What's on?'

'I don't know.'

'Sounds good to me,' she smiled. 'I think I'll join you.'

'Suit yourself.'

We took our usual positions at either ends of the sofa. There was nothing on worth watching, but we watched it anyway. My mind wandered to the memory of her masturbating in the shower. I got a hard-on. Inevitably. This was becoming almost tiresome. I got up. 

'I'm going to bed,' I announced.

'What, at 8.30?'

'I'm tired.'

'Oh, sit down. What's the matter with you? You've been bobbing up and down like a yo-yo all day.'

'Haven't.' I knew I sounded like a spoilt kid, but I sat down.

We sat in silence for a while. Then, 'I suppose you want to go off and play with yourself as usual.'

Oh, this was too much. 'I do not.'

She smiled, infuriatingly. 'I can see you do from here.'

'No, you can't.'

'So what's that then?' she queried, nodding at the bulge in my denims, 'a banana?'

'Very funny.' I decided I had to put her in her place. 'At least I don't jack off in the shower every morning.'

The blush that instantly spread from her neck to her cheeks was very gratifying. Bulls eye.

'Have you been spying on me again?'

'No, I haven't. You ought to try locking the bathroom door when you're in there.'

'Don't worry. I will.' But despite her angry tone, she also sounded a bit embarrassed. I decided to go a little easier.

'I shouldn't worry about it. I didn't see much. It was all steamy.'

'Yes, well...' She sounded less angry. 'I can see you liked what you saw.'

'What do you mean?'

'Honestly, Tim, you're so transparent. How many times have you done it today? Four? Five? That's pretty impressive, even for you.'

Now I was the one who was blushing. 'How do you know?'

'Has it never occurred to you your dad's study is right under your bedroom? And your bed rocks when you jerk off? I can practically hear you come.'

Oh God, this was embarrassing.

'Luckily you never seem to take very long, otherwise I'm sure I'd never get my book finished.'

'Jesus, why didn't you tell me?'

'Because I didn't want to stop you. It's no business of mine what you get up to in your bedroom.' I was mortified. Then she made me feel even worse by being sympathetic. 'It's nothing to be ashamed of. Every teenage boy does it.'

'Yeah, right. That makes me feel a whole lot better.'

She could see she was going to have to do more. 'What can I say, Tim? Seriously, you're doing nothing wrong.' She looked me straight in the eye. 'In fact, I like the idea of you doing it.'

'You're kidding me.'

'I'm not. When you made yourself come in front me the other night I really liked it. Well, you know it turned me on.'

This was sounding better. I decided to push my luck. 'So you'd like to watch me again?' I put my hand on my erection just to make my meaning crystal clear. But it was a step too far.

'Ah, now I didn't say that. In fact, I remember distinctly telling you it was a one-off.'

'Yeah, but I don't remember agreeing.' I stroked the denim stretched over my cock. 'Look at it. It needs dealing with.'

She laughed despite herself. 'I honestly don't know where they come from. How many times did I say you'd come today? Four? Five?'

'Six actually,' I grinned. 'You missed the one I did in the downstairs toilet.' I caught her look. 'Don't worry, I cleaned it up.'

'I should hope so.' She was looking at my hand slowly moving up and down the length of my shaft. Was it my imagination or were her lips slightly parted? And was that the tip of her tongue between them?

'I promise I'll go to bed straight after,' I said.

She was silent for a long time, but her eyes never left my slowly moving hand. 'Alright then, just this once.' Then immediately, 'God, what am I saying? I can't believe I'm actually encouraging you to masturbate in front of me again.'

I started rubbing my cock in earnest. 'Well, I don't think I need much encouragement.'

'No,' she agreed. 'You certainly don't.'

I concentrated my fingers on the top. Having come six times already that day I felt as if I could linger over it a little. I was hot, but I wasn't going to come that quickly. From her end of the sofa Jenny watched spellbound, all pretence of reluctance gone now. 'What does that feel like?'

'What?'

'When you touch the end like that.'

'Great.'

She squirmed in her seat.

'What's the matter?'

'What do you think? You're making me horny.' 

'Touch yourself then,' I suggested.

'No way.' She drew back. 'I told you, that was a one-off.'

'Spoilsport.'

'Let me just concentrate on what you're doing.' She laughed. 'God, I can't believe I just said that.'

I eased myself back into the sofa so she could get a better view.

'Don't you want to touch yourself?' she asked after a while.

'What do you mean? I am touching myself.'

'I mean properly.'

I caught her drift. 'Oh, you mean like this.' And I slid my hand under the belt of my jeans and into my boxers. At the touch of my fingers, my cock immediately put on another half inch.

'What does that feel like?' Jenny wanted to know.

'A bit cramped, to tell the truth.'

'Oh.' She seemed disappointed.

I kept my hand there because there's nothing quite like the touch of flesh on flesh, but I wasn't lying: I could barely move my fingers there was so little room. Jenny watched me struggle for a bit, then

'I suppose you could always undo your belt.'

'Yeah, I could, couldn't I?'

So I pulled my hand out and undid the belt on my jeans and unzipped them. I slipped my hand back into my boxers and grabbed my cock. On each down stroke the head just peeped out from under the waistband.

'Is that better?'

'Much,' I assured her. I was beginning to feel I might be close to coming, so I tried to slow down.

'Are you going to come?'

'I don't know. I'm trying not to.'

Jenny smiled. 'Yes, I do that too. A bit of you wants it to last forever, but the rest of you wants it to happen as soon as possible.'

'Right.'

'What's the bit that feels the best?' she wanted to know.

'Just round the slit and under the crown.'

She took a deep breath. 'Show me.'

Had I heard right? 'What? Take it out?'

'Yes, I want to see. I want to see what you do to yourself every time you disappear into your bedroom and stop me working.'

'You're the boss.' I lifted my hips from the sofa and pushed my jeans and pants out from under me. My engorged cock sprang into full view. I wanted to take them off completely but she stopped me.

'No, leave them round your thighs like that. It looks more...abandoned.'

I put my hand back round my shaft, but no, she didn't want that either.

'No, don't touch it for a minute. I want to look at it.' She leaned forward a little and gazed intently at my stiff red naked cock lying flat against my belly. 'You have a lovely cock, Tim. Still, I expect you know that already. You make love to it often enough.'

'Very funny. Can I finish now?'

'Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.'

So I resumed. And because she'd asked me to, I paid a lot of attention to the slit and the rim under the crown and within a minute or two I was about ready to explode, what with her watching me so intently and licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.

'Are you going to come?'

'Yes.'

'I knew it. Your eyes have gone all hooded.'

'Oh yes, it's happening.'

'Go on, do it, Tim, do it for me. I want to see your come spurting.'

'Oh, Jenny, I'm coming.'

'Yes, do it. Do it.'

And then my cock was throbbing and jerking in my hand and come was shooting out in thick gobs all over my belly. 

'Oh, that's so lovely. Your cock looks so beautiful. Your come is so thick and creamy. Keep stroking yourself. Squeeze it all out for me.' Her eyes were bright, as if she were on drugs. 'Oh, that's so beautiful.' She was still at her end of the sofa, but leaning forward, intently watching my hand slow on my already shrinking cock. 'Rub your come into your skin. Rub it all over.'

I did as I was told. She watched me as if mesmerised.

I began to come down. My hand fell off my belly onto the sofa. I felt shattered. My seventh orgasm that day. No wonder.

I glanced at Jenny. The brightness had gone from her eyes. She looked as if she were coming round from a trance. She straightened herself up. Now it was over, she seemed to be avoiding my eye.

'Did you enjoy that?' I asked, more to regain some intimacy than because I wanted to know the answer.

She smiled a stiff little smile. 'Of course I did. But you'd better clean yourself up now.'

'So you can have your turn,' I suggested.

'I've already had it,' she admitted, 'while you were having yours.'

So that's why she'd been squirming round so much. 'That's not fair. I wanted to watch.'

'Too bad. You were busy.'

'I won't be next time,' I assured her.

She stood up. 'There's not going to be a next time.'

'What?'

'I've told you, Tim. This has gone much too far already. I have to behave myself even if you can't. I'm in a position of responsibility here and I can't allow a repeat of this.'

'Hang on a minute,' I protested. 'What about...'

She walked to the door. 'I'll see you in the morning and we'll say no more about it. Good night.'

And with that she was gone.

The next day I decided to spend in bed. Round about lunchtime Jenny knocked on my door, but I pretended to be asleep until she went away. At suppertime she tried again. 'I've done steak and chips.'

My favourite. 

'I'm not hungry.'

After a while I heard her footsteps going down the stairs.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. I'd only managed one cock session since the morning. Perhaps I was sickening for something.

At breakfast the next morning I sulked, just to make sure she knew I still wasn't a happy bunny. Jenny didn't say anything, but she must have got the message because there were two extra rashers of bacon on my plate. It rained all day, so I just lounged round the house, played a couple of computer games and watched The Matrix for the nth time. By the evening I was bored out of my skull.

After dinner we sat in the living room. I didn't fancy sitting on the sofa with her, instead I sprawled in what is known in our family as dad's chair. While I pretended to read, I watched her surreptitiously. She sat squeezed into the far end of the sofa, her legs folded up beside her, her book open on her thigh, her head supported by her arm resting on the arm of the sofa. She was still dressed in her usual shapeless gear but for some reason she'd dispensed with the elastic band, which meant her hair fell down past her shoulders, partly obscuring her face. Fine by me.

I tried to think of her as the ex-babysitter, the near-middle-aged family friend, but it was no good. My mind kept returning to the scene the last time we'd been in this room. Me with my jeans and pants down to my knees, rubbing my cock for all I was worth while she watched me with her bright eyes and secretly brought herself off. It's little wonder the inevitable happened. Yeah, I got an erection.

As my cock built its tent out of my jeans, a bit of me thought I should try to hide it. Hadn't she made it pretty plain nothing was going to happen again? But another part of me couldn't be fucked. Let her leave the room if she couldn't stand the sight of a good healthy hard-on. So I just stayed sprawled in the chair as I was, with my legs spread out in front me and a nice firm bulge growing in my crotch. I even gave it a couple of strokes.




The Ex-Babysitter Version 02



It wasn't long before she noticed. 'Honestly, Tim, don't you think about anything else?'

'Obviously not.'

'Well, this time you can either lose it or go to your room.'

'I don't see why I should. You're the guest in this house.'

She closed her book. 'Fine. I'll go to mine then.'

'Don't bother.' I took my hand away. 'Faced with you it'll probably go down anyway.'

'Thanks for the compliment,' she replied with a smile. Honestly, insults were lost on her.

She went back to her book. I tried to concentrate on mine, but those same thoughts kept coming back to me. My bulge didn't go away.

'Anyway, you think about it too,' I said eventually.

She looked up. 'Yes, but not all the time.'

'Well, nor do I.'

'No, only about every other minute of the day.'

'Well, it's natural at my age. You said so yourself.'

She didn't have an answer for that.

'So what do you think about when you do think about it?' I asked.

'God, Tim, I don't know. What a question.'

'Well, I'm interested.'

'I've never thought about it. What do you think about?'

I wasn't expecting that. 'Nothing in particular. I think about what I'm feeling, I suppose. You know, what's going on...down there.'

'That doesn't sound very imaginative.'

'Well, I'm sorry, but I haven't had as many experiences as you've probably had. No wonder I'm a bit low on fantasies.'

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disparage your sex life. It's just that to my mind what you're thinking is often the best part. If all you concentrate on is what you're doing it's nowhere near as good.'

'OK, so what do you think of, then?'

'I can't tell you that. It's private.'

'Oh, come on, Jenny. After what we've done together, you can't go all shy on me now.'

'Yes, and don't think I'm naïve enough not to realise where all this is heading.'

I was all innocence. 'Where?'

'I've told you, Tim, it's not going to happen again. Understood?'

I waved a hand as if to say that was a given. 'Sure, understood. But there's no harm in talking about it, is there?'

She didn't say anything, so I took that as agreement. 

'So tell me. I'm curious. What do women think about when they're playing with themselves?'

She laughed. 'You have such a delicate way with words.'

'Yeah, I blame comprehensives. Don't change the subject.'

'Well, I don't know, I suppose mostly I think about being pampered...and admired...and being made love to.'

'Who by?'

'By men, of course.' She hid behind her hair again. 'Well...sometimes women.'

I could feel the bulge in my pants give a little leap. 'Yeah?'

'Of course. Don't you ever think about men?'

'No way!'

She laughed. 'You will. One day.'

'Yeah? Well, pardon me if I don't take your word for it. So how many men do you think about?'

'Sometimes just one, sometimes a whole group.'

'Yeah? How do you manage them all?'

'Well, it's a fantasy, isn't it? The practical details don't come into it. Mostly I imagine one or two actually making love to me, the others standing watching...stroking themselves because they're so turned on by what I'm doing.' She shifted herself in the sofa. 'Right, that's enough. You're making me embarrassed.'

'Don't stop now. This is getting interesting. What about the women?'

'There's usually just one when it's a woman. I imagine us all entwined and kissing and loving and being really breathless and touching everywhere. Sometimes there are men as well and they're watching and getting incredibly turned on.'

'Like me,' I said, putting my hand on my bulging erection.

It was the wrong thing to say.

'I knew it. Right, that's enough.' She stood up. 'I'm going to bed. I don't know what possessed me to tell you all that.'

'There's no need to be ashamed.'

'Isn't there? I suppose now you'll jerk yourself off fantasising about my fantasies.'

'I might,' I smiled. 'Do you want to watch?'

'No,' she said firmly.

'Well, can I watch you, then?'

'Definitely not.' But then she laughed. 'You're incorrigible. What am I going to do with you?'

But before I could give her any suggestions she was gone.

I started stroking myself almost the moment she was out of the door. I was so hot from what she'd been saying, within a minute or so I'd come inside my pants.

I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I had a headache fit to split my skull and my skin felt all creepy. Thinking a shower was what I needed, I got myself on my feet. Almost immediately the room started to move around and I thought I was going to throw up. I crawled back into bed and shivered.

About 10 o'clock Jenny knocked on my door.

'Are you OK, Tim?'

I tried to say no I'm not, but it came out more as a helpless croak. Jenny opened the door and put her head round. At the sight of me the colour drained from her face. That got me really worried.

'You look terrible. What's the matter?'

'I don't know. I think I'm dying.'

She put her hand on my forehead, asked me what my symptoms were, took my temperature and pronounced I had the flu. How do women know these things?

She got some stuff from the chemists and I spent the next three days in bed, still feeling like shit, but at least knowing I wasn't going to die. She put a thicker duvet on me, plumped my pillows, washed my face and generally acted the nurse. She even tried to get me to eat, but the thought of food just turned my stomach. I lay in bed and felt sorry for myself.

On the fourth day the fever started to die and I began to feel a bit less like one of the living dead. I even felt the stirrings of the good old morning hard-on underneath my boxers. I thought I might even get up later.

But then I thought a bit more. The trouble with being sick is you feel so lousy, you can't really enjoy the experience of lying in bed all day and having all your needs catered for. What I needed was to prolong the experience so's I could get my money's worth. So when Jenny knocked softly on my door I pretended still to be suffering. 

She took my temperature. 'The fever's going. How do you feel?'

'Still pretty rough.'

'Do you want anything to eat.'

'Maybe I could try a little scrambled egg.'

After she came up to collect the dirty plate I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was the sound of kids coming home from school along the street outside. And I was hot. The duvet was too thick. I kicked it off and lay in my boxers. Pretty soon I had a hard-on. I stroked it idly through the cotton. I was obviously getting better.

Unfortunately, before I could really get into it I heard Jenny's gentle knock. 'Are you asleep?'

I didn't answer. I decided to pretend I was. Maybe she'd go and leave me to get on with it. I closed my eyes, threw my arm over them and assumed what I hoped looked like the attitude of a person deep in the land of nod. After a moment I heard the door open and Jenny tiptoe into the room. I peeped out through the narrowest of slits in my eyelid, hoping it was hidden by my arm. I could see Jenny quietly tidying the things on my bedside table. Then she tried to smooth the sheet I was lying on without disturbing me. I moaned as if in the middle of a dream and shifted a little, hoping it looked natural. She froze and looked at me anxiously. But when I didn't 'wake' she relaxed. She went to put the duvet back over me, but stopped herself. She was looking at my boxers, or more specifically the outline of the hard-on beneath them.

She must have stared at it for a good three or four minutes. She seemed fascinated. I could see that same parting of her lips I'd seen before, the same pink tip of her tongue. My cock twitched as if it knew it was the centre of attention. I knew erections were common during sleep; I only hoped it was also common for them to move. I didn't want her suspecting anything.

But far from becoming suspicious, she seemed to become bolder. She leaned forward, as if to inspect it more closely. I closed my eyes. This was getting too much. 

Then I felt it. A gentle touch, as light as a feather. 

Under my arm, my eyes snapped open. I almost gave the game away. But Jenny was far too engrossed to notice. She was touching my boxers where the cotton was stretched over my cock, stroking her finger gently along the shaft. Now it was my turn to freeze. Her finger reached the crown and moved in a small circle over it. My cock flicked up involuntarily to meet it, straining against the cotton. A pleased little smile appeared on her face.

She ran her finger down my length again, then back up to the crown. On cue my cock rose to meet it. She was fascinated by it. She did it three or four more times, tracing the same little circles on my crown at the end of each stroke. It was like being tortured. Inside I was screaming to be allowed to grab my cock and make myself come.

Then I felt a second finger on me, and her thumb. She was holding me between the tips of two fingers and her thumb, stroking gently along the cotton from the base of my cock to the crown, pausing each time just under the crown and playing with it. She was hardly touching me, but the sensation of the cotton being rubbed against my cock was exquisite. Another few strokes and I would come. Maybe my throbbing cock passed some message to her, because she seemed to sense it, speeding up her stroking just that little bit and squeezing my cock more firmly. I could feel the come building. My cock started to twitch involuntarily, almost leaping out of her grasp, but she kept up her rhythm, all the time watching it intently, her tongue licking her lips. With the first pulse of come she moved her fingers to the crown and circled there, as if to feel every sensation of the come shooting from my cock into the cotton of the boxers. The sensation was so incredible I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. Then the second shot came, and the third, and the fourth, my cock throbbing and jerking against her fingertips with every one.

My cock started to soften. Her fingers stroked up and down my shaft, but slower now, as if soothing me, coaxing me to go back deep into my sleep. I could feel my pulse slow beneath her touch. 

After a few moments she seemed satisfied with her secret bit of 'nursing' and withdrew her hand. Was it my imagination or did she do it reluctantly? Then she did something incredible. She lifted her fingers to her lips and licked them. For all the world as if they were the most delicious ice lolly she'd ever tasted.

Then she reached down the bed, pulled the duvet gently over me and left the room, pulling the door quietly to after her. Within a few minutes I was asleep.

The next morning she came in as if nothing had happened.

'Feeling better today?' she asked brightly.

'A bit,' I conceded.

'Think you can make it to the shower on your own?'

'I'll give it a try.'

'Good. Give me a shout if you need anything.' And she was gone.

OK, I thought. Let's pretend. I can play that game.

I took my time in the bathroom. I half-expected her to come in and 'surprise' me, but she didn't. She didn't know what she was missing. I kept up a good soapy erection the whole time I was there.

Eventually I realised she wasn't going to join me and wandered back along the landing. She called from downstairs.

'How do you feel now?'

'Still a bit wobbly,' I lied. 'I'm going back to bed.'

'Do you want anything to eat?'

'I'll try.'

'OK, I'll bring it up in a few minutes.'

I took off my dressing gown and climbed back into bed, naked this time. I couldn't be bothered to put on my boxers and I was too warm to have the duvet over me. Besides, I had a plan.

With a bit of careful stroking I kept my erection nicely hard without taking it too close to the edge. It was torture but I felt it'd be worth it. When I heard Jenny on the stairs with my breakfast, I lay back in a position similar to the one I'd adopted the day before and pretended to be asleep. Plainly it surprised her.

'Oh, are you asleep?'

I didn't answer.

'Tim?'

This time I kept my eyes closed. I knew she was probably looking at me closely to see if I was faking.

'Tim?'

I forced myself to keep my breathing low and slow. It seemed to satisfy her. Unfortunately her next action wasn't what I'd expected. I heard her leave the room and go downstairs. I opened my eyes. She'd taken my breakfast back down to the kitchen. Fuck.

I lay there wondering what to do. Maybe I should just make the best of a bad job and have a wank anyway. So I was well into ministering to my cock when I heard her feet again mounting the stairs.

Maybe she'd changed her mind. I quickly adopted my sleeping pose and waited for her to come in. But instead of coming to my room, her footsteps disappeared towards the bathroom. Now what? Was she just going to have a shower? I put my hand on my cock. This was pissing me off.

But a few moments later her footsteps sounded again, from the bathroom towards my room. By this time I didn't really expect her to come in, so when my door started to open I had to switch into 'deep sleep' mode pretty quick.

She entered on tiptoe.

'Are you asleep, Tim?'

After a few moments of silence I risked peeping out from under my arm. As on the previous day, she was standing by my bed gazing intently at my cock, now naked and completely visible to her. That pink tongue was snaking wetly round her lips. It was a risk, I knew, but this time I kept watching. I wanted to see everything she did.

Tentatively, with a quick glance at my shielded eyes, she reached out and traced her forefinger along the length of my shaft, from the crown all the way down below my balls almost to my ass. My left leg was bent outwards at the knee so she could go pretty well as far down as she wanted. But she seemed more interested in my cock.

As before, she ran her forefinger under the rim of my crown, then traced little circles over the tip. She brought her thumb into play and pulled the foreskin backwards and forwards a few times, apparently fascinated by how it almost covered my crown, then slowly revealed it. She was really getting into that -- so was I -- when she suddenly stopped and took her hand away. Had her conscience got the better of her? I was almost on the point of 'waking' and grabbing myself to finish it off, when I felt a cool, liquid sensation running down the length of my shaft. It was so unexpected I almost gave the game away.

From beneath my arm I looked down at my cock. It was covered in a thick line of oil, which she'd squeezed onto it from a bottle. So that's what she'd been doing in the bathroom. As I watched, she put the bottle down, then using both hands, started to smear the oil all over my swollen shaft and balls, slowly, gently, almost lovingly. Then, when she was satisfied she'd got me well and truly lubricated, she started to stroke me rhythmically, starting each hand at the crown, then letting it slide slowly down all the way to the base, followed in an unbroken motion by her other hand doing the same. The sensation was unbelievable, made more so by my having to keep absolutely still and silent. 

Occasionally she paused at the top of a stroke and twisted her hand round the crown or let her fingertips play with the slit. But then, as if she couldn't get enough of feeling my hard shaft, she'd resume her stroking. Her tongue licked her lips until they were wet and shiny. Her breathing got shorter. She was so intent on what she was doing I felt sure I could have lain there with my eyes wide open and watched her and she wouldn't have noticed. As it was, I could barely stop myself from moaning out loud. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten, my cock stiffening, getting ready to spurt. It began to jerk in Jenny's hands. 

'Yes,' I heard her whisper urgently, 'come for me, you beautiful cock. Let me see you come.'

It was all I needed. The first spasm hit me and a jet of pale milky white come shot from the end of my cock.

'Oh, that's lovely,' breathed Jenny, still stroking me, but slower, more deliberately. 'Do it again.'

Another jet of come shot out and landed on my chest and stomach. Another. And another. Jenny held my cock vertically and gently squeezed it so that come oozed out and dribbled down over her fingers. Still she moved her hands slowly up and down, gradually milking the last drop of come from me. I lay there in an agony of ecstasy, not daring to move a muscle.

After a few moments, Jenny seemed to realise my cock might be feeling a little sensitive and released it. But she wasn't done. She dipped her fingers in the come on my chest and stomach and smeared it round, gently rubbing it in. Then, as before, she put her fingers to her mouth and sucked them dry, avidly, as if they were coated in honey.

Then she gave my cock a friendly little pat, picked up her bottle of oil and walked out.

Over the next couple of days I tried to get her to do a repeat performance, but she wouldn't play. Every time I heard her come up the stairs I lay back and pretended to be asleep. On the first couple of occasions she tiptoed straight out again, but then she got suspicious and made so much noise clattering round the room I was forced to 'wake up'.

Eventually she declared I must be well enough to get up. 'You can look after yourself from now on. I've got a book to finish.'

Things went back to normal.

Try as hard as I could, I couldn't get her to loosen up, not even in front of the TV like the other times. Every time I let her see I had a hard-on she either stuck her nose further into whatever she was reading or got up and walked out. I even tried surprising her in the bathroom again, but she always locked the door after that one-and-only time.

Eventually I was forced to go back to my old masturbation routine: one in the morning, one at night and maybe a third during the day if I could be bothered.

The summer passed. Soon it was almost time for dad and my stepmum to come back, and time for me to think seriously about getting a job. 

One evening Jenny broke out a bottle of champagne over supper. She looked pretty pleased with herself.

'What's this?' I asked.

'Celebration. I'll have finished the book tomorrow.'

'Great. Does that mean I finally get the house to myself again?'

She looked genuinely hurt. 'Sorry. I haven't been very good company, have I?'

'You're OK,' I conceded. 'It's not your fault you used to be my babysitter.'

When we'd polished off the bubbly I went to bed. Funny, but the thought of her going depressed me. You'd have thought I'd have been glad to get her out of my hair, but I suppose a part of me kind of liked having her around.

The next morning I had a lie-in, conjured up the usual picture of her sliding her oily hands up and down my cock and had a really nice orgasm. Then I put on my dressing-gown, went downstairs and made myself some breakfast. 

Jenny was nowhere to be seen. I guessed she was in dad's study as usual, putting the final master touches to her great opus. Feeling in a conciliatory mood I decided I'd make her a cup of coffee, something I'd never done the entire summer.

I knocked on the study door and walked straight in.

It sounds a stupid thing to say, but the really amazing thing about surprises is that they are really so damn surprising. You just never expect them. Like the sight that greeted me in dad's study. I just never expected it, not in a million years.

I'd expected to see Jenny sitting at dad's desk, busily tapping away on his computer. Instead I was presented with the sight of her laid back in dad's big swivel chair, her legs wide apart -- in fact, one bent over an arm of the chair -- her sweat pants hanging off an ankle along with her knickers. Her head was bent down to look at what was going on between her legs.

Whatever words I was about to utter froze on my lips. Her head snapped up, she grabbed something from between her legs and hid it behind the chair, her legs closed, the Robbie Williams came down over her thighs. But not before I'd got a good view of what had been between them. Just below the place where her pubic hair would have been if she hadn't shaved it all off, the unmistakable red plastic end of some sort of vibrator had been protruding from her pussy lips. 




The Ex-Babysitter Version 02



It's amazing what the eye can take in in a split second.

She was almost apoplectic. 'Don't you ever knock?'

The injustice of the accusation made me angry too. 'I did, as it happens. But I guess you were too busy to hear.'

She backed down a little. 'You should still have waited for an answer.'

'Why? I thought you were just writing a book.'

'I am. I mean, I was.' She was flustered, no doubt. It was a sweet sight. 'I've finished it.'

'I get it.' I gave her a knowing wink. 'So this is another celebration, like the champagne.'

'Don't be disgusting.'

'Me? I wasn't doing anything.'

She pressed her knees closer together. 'Yes, well, now you can leave.'

For answer I swung the door shut behind me and went and perched on the desk near her. A look of panic flitted across her face.

'What are you doing?'

'Just being sociable. I thought you might like some company on your last day.'

She tried her babysitter voice. 'Go, Tim. Now. Before I get really angry.'

Her sweatpants and knickers had fallen to the floor. She saw me looking at them and quickly bent down for them. But not quickly enough. I got there first. 'You're not cold, are you?'

'Give them to me, Tim. Stop fooling around.'

'Who's fooling? I like looking at your legs. You look awful in these things anyway. I'd be doing you a favour if I threw them out with the rubbish.'

'Don't you dare.'

'Or you'll do what?'

She held out her hand. 'Give them to me. Please.'

I ignored her. 'And where's that toy you were playing with?'

She tried to play the innocent. 'What toy?' But her blush gave her away.

'The one you're hiding behind the chair. Come on, you might as well show me. I've seen it already, anyway.'

She sighed and brought her hand out. Now I could see it clearly, I could see it was a bit of a monster, a good ten inches from end to end, a section in the middle containing small plastic balls and a little two-pronged thing that must have been for her clit. I reached over and took it from her. 'Wow, this is quite some toy. Where did you get it?'

'In your stepmother's bedside table, if you must know.'

My dad's wife? No way. 'You're kidding.'

'Oh dear. Shattered an illusion, have I?'

Not exactly, I thought. But I'd certainly start seeing her and dad in a new light from now on, that's for sure.

I pressed a button on the control end. Immediately the business end started to rotate, the little balls move within their container. 'Neat.' I pressed another button. The two prongs fluttered rapidly. 'So does it work?'

'Evidently.'

'I mean does it give you good orgasms?'

She crossed her legs. 'None of your business.'

'Come on, Jenny, don't be so high and mighty. I'm only asking.'

'Alright. Yes, if you must know. Fantastic ones.'

'Show me.' I held it out to her, but she didn't take it.

'Certainly not.'

'Come on, you were working up to it when I came in. You must want to finish yourself off.'

'Not any more I don't.'

'I don't believe you.'

'That's too bad.'

I put some saliva on the ends of my fingers, then used them to lubricate the toy. I gripped the still rotating shaft and slid my fingers up and down it a few times. 'Treat yourself. This is supposed to be a celebration, remember.'

Her eyes were following the slow movements of my hand. She uncrossed her legs, but still kept them tight together. 'No.'

'Fair enough,' I said, 'then I guess I'll just have to tell dad what you've been doing with me over the summer.'

It had the desired effect. She was horrified. 'What things?'

'Like tossing me off when you thought I was asleep.'

'I didn't!'

'And very enjoyable it was too.'

She looked away in embarrassment. 'Oh God, I was certain you were asleep.'

I smirked at her. 'I don't know. Taking advantage of a sick teenager. Wait til dad hears about that.'

'You wouldn't!'

'Well, I think he deserves to know how the person in whom he placed so much trust really behaves, don't you?'

'You can't! He'd never speak to me again.'

I shrugged. I knew I didn't really need to spell it out for her. Her options were plain enough. She made a last plea. 'Please, Tim.'

I offered her the toy. 'You just said it gives fantastic orgasms. You should be grateful to me.'

I could almost see her brain working. She knew she didn't have any choice. 'And if I do it, you'll promise not to say anything?'

'Of course.'

She tried to decide if she could trust me. Actually I had no intention of telling dad anything about what had happened between us, whether she took the vibrator or not -- it would be just too bloody embarrassing -- but Jenny wasn't to know that. She put out her hand.

'Give it to me, then.'

I handed it over with a smile. 'Well, don't look so miserable about it. Anybody'd think I was asking you to poke yourself in the eye with a sharp stick.'

'Huh.'

She wet her fingers and moistened the shaft of the toy. Even that had my cock sticking up like a flagpole. Then she laid it in the valley formed by her thighs and eased it under the hem of the Robbie Williams.

'Sorry, that doesn't count,' I told her. 'I've got to be able to see what you're doing.'

She thought about defying me for a moment, then gave in. 'I can't get it in with my legs closed anyway.' I could tell she was beginning to resign herself to the situation. She might even have been thinking she might as well try and enjoy it.

'Put your leg over the arm of the chair, like it was when I came in.'

With a pained sigh she did as I told her. The moist pink lips of her pussy came into view. I realised this was the first time I'd actually seen them -- apart from the millisecond glimpse I'd had when I first surprised her. They were beautiful, like a flower, absolutely clear in every detail against her completely shaven skin.

'I didn't know you shaved.'

'Well, it's not the kind of thing that comes up in conversation.'

'I suppose not,' I conceded. 'It looks lovely.'

She allowed me the tiniest of smiles. 'Thanks.'

'And your lips are all wet. You're as turned on as I am.'

A little blush spread up from her neck, so I took that as agreement.

I watched as she eased the head of the toy between her lips, backwards and forwards a couple of times to lubricate it with her juices, then in a couple of inches until the two little prongs were almost touching her clit.

'Aren't you going to turn it on?'

'In a minute. I just need to feel it inside me.'

She closed her eyes, I guess to feel the sensations more. Or maybe to shut out the sight of me watching. Her hand moved hardly at all.

My cock was pressing against my dressing-gown. I started to stroke it -- but not too much. I didn't want to come before she did.

Then she pressed a button on the end of the toy and it started to hum. 'Oh God,' she breathed. Her hand gripped the toy more firmly. Even so, I could see it rotating slightly in opposition to the rotation it was doing unseen inside her pussy. After a moment, she opened her eyes and smiled, running her tongue over her lower lip. 'Do you like what you see, Tim?'

My mouth was all dry. 'Yes.'

'Do you like to see my pussy lips stretched open like this, all wide, sucking on a big plastic cock?'

Wow, this was different. I'd never heard her speak like that before. 'It's beautiful.'

'Now I'm going to press another button and turn on the rabbit ears, so I can be fucked and have my clit played with at the same time. Do you want me to do that?'

I nodded. I was finding it difficult to speak.

She pressed the button and the buzzing changed tone. 'Oh, God, that's good.' Her head shot back and she put her other leg wide over the other arm of the chair. With the hand that wasn't holding the vibrator in place she spread her pussy lips so the twin prongs could really get to work on her. I could see everything. She worked the toy in and out a little. I tried to imagine what she was feeling: the hard cock stretching her pussy open, the gentle rotating inside her, the fluttering ears against her clit.

She opened her eyes again. 'Take your cock out, Tim. You know how much I like to see it. I want to see you stroke it.'

I didn't need to be told twice. I undid my dressing gown and it fell open. My cock stood up a good eight inches, thick and red and swollen.

'It's beautiful,' she murmured. 'Stroke it. Slowly. I want you to make it last.'

'Like this?' I gripped it gently, slid my hand slowly up and down the shaft, let my fingertips play around the crown.

'Oh yes, just like that. Just looking at you doing that's going to make me come.' She held the toy firmly against the front of her pussy, making sure the vibrating ears never let go her clit. It was no good, the sight was such a turn-on I was going to come soon, I knew it.

'I think I'm going to come. I can't stop it.'

'Me too.' She was breathing sharp and shallow. 'Come over here, quickly.'

I took the two or three steps to her. She reached out with the hand that wasn't holding the vibrator and grasped my cock. 'I want to feel your cock throbbing when you come. I want you to shoot in my mouth. I want to taste your come.' And with that she pulled me to her and thrust my cock in her mouth. It was the first time anyone had ever done that to me -- every teenage boy's fantasy come true. The touch of her lips round my shaft and her tongue playing with my slit was enough to tip me over the edge. 

'Oh yes, I'm coming,' I heard myself groan. 'I'm coming.'

She didn't let go. She just let out low animal moans as she sucked hard on me, her hand moving rapidly up and down my shaft, and I felt the come building up inside my balls then shooting out of the end of my cock in uncontrollable spasms. 

'Oh yes, I'm coming inside your mouth, Jenny. Suck me. It feels so good.' 

She moved her mouth away so I could see the white milky streams shooting out onto her tongue, her chin, her cheeks.

'Come for me, Tim, let me taste it. Come all over my face, in my mouth.' Then her own orgasm hit her and she screamed out loud. 'Oh Christ, yes! Yes! I'm coming too! Oh god, I can't stop it, I'm coming!' And from her pussy all the way up to the hand that was gripping my cock I could see the spasms rippling through her body, jerking her back against the chair as she tried to escape from the relentless vibrations of the toy inside her. 

'No! No more! I can't stop!' And another wave hit her, and another.

Then she managed to switch off the vibrator and the spasms slowed. She looked at my cock in her hand, almost as if she'd forgotten it was there. 

'Your lovely cock, Tim. I love the taste of your come.' With that she sucked it into her mouth again, only slowly this time, as if she knew it was sensitive, and gently sucked the come off me and licked my crown clean. 'There,' she smiled, pleased with her handiwork. 'All clean again.'

I let her play with it a bit until it went soft. 

'So, are you sorry I made you do it?'

She smiled openly at me, as if she'd finally decided she was going to let go with some big secret she'd been holding onto. 'No. You know I'm not. Did you enjoy it?'

'It was amazing.'

'Good. I wanted it to be.'

Hang on, was there something I wasn't getting here? 'You wanted it to be?'

'Of course.'

'It didn't feel that way. More like getting blood out of a stone.'

She sighed. 'Oh Tim, you really are young, aren't you?'

'OK, grandma, you don't have to keep reminding me.'

'Do you honestly think I'd have let all this happen with just any boy?'

That silenced me.

'Haven't you the faintest idea what I feel about you?'

'Yeah, you've made that pretty plain. You think I'm just a kid.'

'No, I don't. That's the trouble.' She took a deep breath. 'I want you, Tim. I've wanted you almost from the moment I stepped in the house. Even when you were a little kid I liked you. And now you're all grown up and handsome I think I'm in love with you.'

'You're in love with me?' This was getting seriously weird.

'Is that so strange? I think about you all the time. I've been sitting down here trying to work and listening to you masturbating in your room above and I had to keep doing it myself or I'd have gone mad. Why do you think I made you come when I thought you were asleep? Why do you think I let you take your cock out and come in front of me?'

'I thought we were just fooling around.'

'I know.' Her smile was gone. She looked a bit sad. Had I said the wrong thing?

'Well, we can keep on fooling around, can't we?' I suggested.

'No.' She didn't even think about it.

'Why not?'

She sighed. It was her I'm-your-thirty-year-old-ex-babysitter sigh. 'For all sorts of reasons, most of which you wouldn't understand even if I told you. But mostly because I'm leaving today.' 

'Today?'

'Yes. I'm already packed.'

'Well, when will I see you again?' This was unfair. A woman tells me she loves me, then walks out -- she wasn't even giving me time to get my head round it.

'I don't know.'

'What do you mean, you don't know?'

'I'm sorry, Tim, I should have told you, but I'm going to America tomorrow.'

'So?'

'And I don't know when I'll be back.'

I felt as if I'd walked into a wall.

'I'm sorry,' she said again.

I mustered as much sarcasm as I could. 'I'm sure you'll have a great time.' Then I walked out.

I think she said something to try and stop me, but I didn't hear it.

I shut myself in my bedroom for the rest of the day. She called me a couple of times, even tried my bedroom door, but I'd locked it. Eventually I heard the front door slam. 

Goodbye Jenny.

Of course, I got over her.

I moped round the house for a couple of days, til dad came back and started moaning at me to go out and earn some money. Eventually, mainly to shut him up, I took a badly-paid job in a supermarket, helping stack shelves and collect trolleys from the car park. It was pretty mindless stuff, but it was OK. In the evenings I thought about Jenny sucking my cock and had an orgasm or two. Life pretty well got on with itself.

The following spring I started going out with the sister of a guy I knew from school. Alice was a year younger than me and frigid. At least that's the way she was with me. She was gorgeous looking and had a fabulous figure, but running right through the middle of her like a slogan in a stick of rock was this solid streak of morality. Kiss and cuddle OK; anything else, no way. At least, not until she had an engagement ring on her finger.

Still, she made all my mates jealous as hell because she looked so great, and that's half the point of going out with any girl. They didn't know I hadn't even got as far as touching one of her firm young breasts, but I wasn't going to tell them that. Let them imagine what we were doing together, that was enough for me.

Course, I got pretty frustrated. We'd sit on the sofa when dad was out for the evening with my stepmum -- the same sofa Jenny and I had shared -- and I'd try and get my hand inside her top or down her jeans, but I never got anywhere. I even tried that same trick I'd done with Jenny, playing with my hard-on in front of her. But she just went red when she realised what I was doing, leapt out of the sofa like she'd been stung and insisted it was time for her to go home.

Relating it now, the relationship didn't seem to be going anywhere -- but somehow it suited me. She wasn't much effort, she made guys envious, she was entertaining enough to be with, and I was having nice uncomplicated sex, if only with myself.

The summer came. Dad and my stepmum went away for their usual three-month trip. I had the house to myself again. I made long complex plans about how I would kidnap Alice and hold her hostage until she let me have my wicked way with her. After which she'd become my adoring sex slave and willingly perform all sorts of wonderful acts on various bits of my body.

It never happened. When we didn't go out, mostly we just sat on the sofa and watched TV.

Then one day the doorbell rang. It was Jenny.

It seems she'd done America. She'd been back a few weeks.

'Why didn't you call?' I asked, not intending to sound hurt, but it might have come out that way.

'I didn't know what to say.'

She was writing another book.

'And you've come here to finish it.' I finished the sentence for her.

'Only if you want me here.'

I waved an arm airily. 'Course. It's open house.' 

Actually I was as pleased as hell. I wondered if I should sweep her into my arms and carry her up to my bedroom right away. But two things stopped me. One, she didn't look quite like the wild, post-orgasmic Jenny who had sat half-naked in dad's swivel chair with a vibrator in her pussy and told me she loved me. And two, Alice was in the living room sitting on the sofa.

I introduced them. I don't know who was the more surprised. If Jenny was put out by my announcement this sexy-looking eighteen-year-old was my girlfriend, she didn't show it, but I could tell she hadn't expected it. And I think Alice was just as surprised to learn a woman as attractive as Jenny was going to be living in the house with me for the rest of the summer. Of course, if I'd been a bit older than nineteen I might have realised straight away that what I was looking at was jealousy, plain and simple. 

Anyway, we all had a couple of beers and Alice asked Jenny about America, and they seemed to get on OK. Then Jenny said she was tired and went off to bed. A little later Alice said it was time for her to go too. I kissed her goodbye inside the front door. She only lived on the next street, so there was no need to see her home. I pressed my erection against her belly.

'How old is Jenny?' she asked.

'No idea. About thirty, I think.'

'She's very pretty for someone that old, isn't she?'

'Is she? I've never noticed.'

She smiled as if I'd said the right thing. 'Kiss me on my neck.'

I did so. She had a beautiful neck, long and smooth. The touch of my lips made her shiver. She pulled away. 'Oo, I can't stand it. It makes my legs go all wobbly.'

Then she was off down the path and gone. Typical.

I went upstairs and crept quietly along the landing to dad's bedroom. The door was open a little. I stuck my head in. Jenny was lying curled up under the duvet, breathing heavily. She was fast asleep. Just my luck.

The next morning I was up before Jenny and out of the house. I had to be at the supermarket by eight. All day I thought of her, an erection coming and going every ten minutes, remembering her holding the vibrator inside her pussy, sucking my come from my cock into her mouth. At five I practically pole-vaulted all the way home.

But she wasn't there. Yes, there was evidence she'd moved in -- stuff in the kitchen, her coat in the hall, women's things littering the bathroom -- but no sign of her. My erection subsided. I'd psyched myself up for the evening, imagining all the things we were going to do together -- once I'd forgiven her for walking out on me the previous summer, of course -- fucking her at last, getting her to suck my cock again, playing with any toys we might find lying around. But nothing could happen if she wasn't actually there.

I had a shower. Still no sign of her. I made myself some pasta. Seven o'clock came and went. I thought seriously of calling Alice. An evening of snogging on the sofa was better than nothing.

But then Jenny came back. With Alice. They'd been doing a few hours retail therapy and were laden with designer carrier bags. I might have known. Two women meet. Therefore they go shopping. QED.

They were in high spirits, giggling over their various extravagances. I got a couple of pecks on the cheek, otherwise I might just as well not have been there. Alice asked if she could have a shower.

'Be my guest.'

Well, at least that would get rid of her for a few minutes.

As soon as she was upstairs, I grabbed Jenny, stuck my tongue down her throat and ground my hard-on against her pelvis.




The Ex-Babysitter Version 02



She pulled back with a smile. 'It's been a long time since I felt that.'

'Yeah. I missed you too.' I reached down and tried to put her hand on it, but she pulled away.

'Did you? You seem pretty happy with Alice. How long have you been going out?'

'About three months.'

'She's a lovely girl, Tim. Just right for you.'

'Forget about Alice. I want you.'

She shook her head. 'No, I shouldn't have come. It's ridiculous. I'm over thirty and you're still a teenager. Alice is the right girl for you. She's lovely.'

I looked at her. 'Hang on a minute. You tell me you love me, then piss off for a year, now you're back again. What's going on?'

She sat down. 'Oh, I'm sorry, Tim. It's just I've been thinking about you for so long, imagining what it'd be like when we were together again, I think I've been going a little crazy.' She made like she was pulling herself together. 'I've been so silly. You've got a girlfriend now. I shouldn't have come back. I don't know what I was thinking of.'

No, no, no, that wasn't what she was supposed to say. 'I've been thinking about you a lot too.'

'No you haven't. Even though it's sweet of you to say so.'

'It's true,' I protested. It was time for the big one. 'I love you.'

But it didn't have the desired effect. Instead of melting into my arms, she just laughed. 'Oh Tim, you're priceless. You don't know the meaning of the word. That's just your cock talking.'

'So is that it?'

She didn't answer, not straight away. She changed tack. 'Tell me about Alice.'

'She's OK.'

'She really likes you. She's been talking about you practically all day. 'D'you think Tim'll like this? D'you think he'll like that?''

'Yeah?' This was news. 'Well, I wish she'd demonstrate it a bit more.'

She gave me one of her infuriating, understanding smiles. 'Oh, I see. Poor Tim. You haven't persuaded her to do anything yet.'

God, this was embarrassing.

'Well, you must really like her, then.'

'How do you work that out?'

'You're still going out with her, aren't you? So you must really like her.'

I hadn't thought of it that way. But, yes, now I did think of it, perhaps she was right. Alice was gorgeous, but that wasn't all. She was fun to be with, liked the kind of things I liked -- I looked forward to seeing her, despite knowing I wasn't going to get my cock sucked.

Jenny looked long and hard at me, as if she was trying to work something out. Then she got a little glint in her eye, like something had occurred to her. 'You know, maybe I will stay, after all. Maybe I owe you. I could help get you two properly together.' She looked at me to see how I was reacting. 'It might even be a turn-on, getting Alice to lose her inhibitions, getting her to do all the things you want me to do.'

Now this I liked the sound of. 'OK, see if you can do better than me. I've been trying for weeks.'

'Ah,' she smiled knowingly, 'but I'm twelve years older and a woman. I know the way her mind works. Give me twenty-four hours.'

When Alice had had her shower they both went up to dad's bedroom. It sounded like they were trying on some of the things they'd bought. When Alice came down she was wearing a short strappy dress that flared and came to just above her knees. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra, but her eighteen-year-old breasts filled it out nicely. She gave me a twirl and a glimpse of tanned thighs.

'Do you like it?'

'Great.'

'You don't think it's too...revealing?'

'No, it's fine. A nun would be comfortable in it.'

She laughed and sat next to me on the sofa.

'I like your old babysitter. She's fun.'

'Yeah, isn't she? Where is she?'

'She's having a shower.'

I put my arm round her and flicked on the TV.

Jenny came down twenty minutes later. Gone were the baggy pants and Robbie Williams t-shirt of the previous summer. Now she was in a tight sleeveless top and a pair of loose linen trousers tied at the waist. She wasn't wearing a bra either.

She sat the other side of Alice. 'Girl time. We need to relax after a hard day's shopping. You can go and sit over there.' And with that she put her arm round Alice and leant back into the corner of the sofa, gently pulling Alice with her.

I didn't move.

'Come on, shift yourself,' she ordered. 'We need to stretch out, don't we, Alice?'

Now I couldn't even sit on my own sofa. I went and sat in dad's armchair.

Alice took the opportunity to stretch full length, leaning back against Jenny, whose arm lay carelessly across Alice's stomach. She arranged her dress over her legs. 'I could get used to this,' she laughed.

'It's what girls do best, lie about looking beautiful,' said Jenny, giving me a smile Alice couldn't see. And she gave Alice a squeeze near the elbow, a girlie squeeze, perfectly innocent. Except that now her arm rested right across Alice's breasts.

We watched TV for a bit, some mindless crap about life in a hospital ward -- or rather they watched and I tried to watch while at the same time keeping one eye on what Jenny might have been up to with my girlfriend. But nothing happened, even when some guy turned up in the hospital all covered in blood and Alice went 'Ugh, how horrible,' and turned her head away and Jenny laughed and put her hand up to her eyes as if to protect her from the sight.

I began to get bored.

'Why don't you open a bottle of wine, Tim?' Jenny suggested.

I got some wine and three glasses. I gave Jenny a glass but before I could give Alice hers, Jenny said, 'That's alright, you can drink from mine.' 

She held her glass to Alice's lips, but Alice couldn't get her head in the right position and when she tried to drink, some of the wine dribbled down her chin and onto the skin above her dress.

'Whoops.'

'I've got it,' said Jenny, and put a finger on Alice's skin just below the red droplets and scooped them up, continuing slowly all the way up her throat, over her chin and up to her mouth. Alice didn't show much sign of opening her lips, but Jenny just pressed a little and her finger went in anyway.

'Mmm,' went Alice, all innocence. 'That's a nice way to drink wine.'

Then they each had a couple more big slurps and Jenny put her glass down. Now her arm was resting over Alice's shoulder, her hand hovering just above my girlfriend's left breast. And as I watched out of the corner of my eye, it started moving, not directly on her breast, but so the fingertips were stroking Alice's bare arm next to it. Up and down. Up and down. Almost absentmindedly.

Alice was still watching the TV, but her face was getting a dreamy expression on it, like part of her was off somewhere else. She noticed me looking at her and gave me a smile. Nothing more, just a smile, but it made me feel really warm inside. Then she went back to the TV.

Jenny's fingertips continued their stroking -- until I was beginning to think she would never get anywhere just doing that, even though Alice clearly liked it. But then I noticed the angle of her hand had changed slightly. Hardly at all, but enough. While her fingertips stroked Alice's arm, now the palm of her hand was gently grazing the dress covering Alice's breast. Alice still wore her faintly dreamlike expression, but even from where I was sitting, I could tell the stroking was having an effect on her. At each motion of Jenny's hand I could see Alice's nipple standing out against the material of her dress, as hard as a cherry.

It wasn't the only thing in that room getting stiff either. My cock felt as hard as a rock. I started to imagine what it would be like to do what Jenny was doing, feeling Alice's nipples beneath my hands, easing the straps of her dress over her shoulders, letting it slip below her tits...

'Pour us some more wine, Tim.' Jenny's voice brought me round from my fantasy.

I got up, quite forgetting I had a tent pole sticking out in front of me.

Jenny laughed. 'Oh, I think we can guess what you've been thinking about.'

'Yes,' giggled Alice, 'what he's always thinking about.'

After they'd both had a good laugh at my expense I went and sat down again, putting my legs over the arm of the chair to hide my hard-on. Jenny fed Alice some more wine and Alice got to suck Jenny's finger a bit more, lingering a little longer over it this time, I fancied, or that might have been wishful thinking on my part. Then Jenny's hand resumed its stroking and Alice's face went off into its dream world somewhere. And this time -- and this wasn't my imagination -- I could see Alice pushing up a little into Jenny's hand as if to make Jenny press harder onto her tit.

God, it was a turn-on. I desperately wanted to put a hand on my cock, but somehow I knew it would be the wrong thing to do. Any move on my part I suspected would break the spell Jenny had put over Alice. The moment would be lost. So I had to sit there and watch in frustration.

As it happened, Jenny was the first one to break the spell. She gave Alice a quick girlie kiss on the forehead and eased her into a sitting position. 'I'm getting cramp.'

Alice was quick to apologise. 'Oh, I'm sorry, I must be an awful weight.'

'Don't be silly. You're as light as a feather. Still, next time it's my turn.'

Alice's eyes shone. 'Oh yes, I'd like that.' She looked at both of us. 'I've had a really lovely time today. Still, maybe I'd better go now.'

'Oh, don't go on my account,' said Jenny. Then an idea seemed to occur to her. 'Look, you were almost falling asleep. Why don't you stay here tonight?'

'Oh, I couldn't.'

'Why not? You've got those night things you bought today. And Tim's dad's bed is absolutely vast. You can share with me. That is, if Tim doesn't mind.'

'Fine with me.' As if I'd object.

But Alice was unsure. 'Oh, I don't know if I should...'

'Go on,' smiled Jenny. 'Live a little. I promise I won't snore.'

Alice looked at me. I could tell she wanted to stay. 'Are you sure you don't mind?'

There was more to her question than the mere words suggested: did I mind the fact she wouldn't be sleeping with me?

'Course not. It's getting late anyway.' I could play that game too.

'OK.' She looked like she'd just decided to eat a whole box of chocolates. 'I'll just go and phone mum.'

She disappeared into the hall. Jenny picked up the wine glasses. We exchanged a look. We didn't need to say a word.

After a bit of rigmarole over who was using the bathroom first, Jenny disappeared into dad's bedroom and Alice and I had a quick goodnight snog on the landing. Her breasts felt beautiful and soft and full under her thin dress. As usual I pressed my erection against her. Only this time instead of springing away like she'd been stung, she just smiled. 

'Honestly, Tim, don't you think about anything else?'

Now where had I heard that before?

Sensing a subtle change in her attitude I tried to move her hand onto it, but she slipped out of my grasp and blew me a kiss. 'Naughty. See you in the morning.' And disappeared into dad's bedroom.

I went to my own room and made a point of closing the door nice and loudly. I stripped off and lay on the bed. The night was warm. I admired my stiff cock lying on my belly and gave it a few strokes. Very nice.

After five minutes I put on my dressing gown, opened my door as quiet as I could and slipped along the landing. Dad's door was ajar, not much, but enough for me to see the mirror and the occasional sight of Jenny and Alice as they passed in front of it. I only hoped it wouldn't occur to Alice to look in the mirror and see me -- or worse, close the door.

'Are you going to wear that new nightie?' That was Jenny.

'I don't know. Do you think I should? What are you going to wear?'

'I'm not going to wear anything. It's too warm. You don't mind, do you?'

A pause. 'Of course not.' Alice's voice, quiet, still.

Jenny laughed. 'It's alright, I'll keep my knickers on til I get under the duvet.'

'I'm sorry, I must seem an awful prude to a woman of the world like you.'

'Well, you don't look a prude in that dress. You look like you could break the balls of any man who came near you.'

'Oh, God, do I? Mum'll kill me.'

'Well, we'll keep it only for when you go out with me or Tim.'

'I think he really liked it. His eyes kept dropping to my breasts, and when I gave him a twirl I'm sure he was trying to get a look at my panties.'

'That's why we women wear dresses like that.'

'I always hated men staring at my...front, but somehow with Tim, well, I actually want him to.'

'Of course you do. And for God's sake, let's call them tits.'

Alice laughed. 'Alright. I like him looking at my tits.'

'I don't blame him. They're fabulous.'

Alice laughed again, this time a little nervously. 'Oh no. They're just ordinary.'

'Not from where I'm standing.' Jenny walked across my vision to the mirror. 'Just look at them.' 

And she moved the mirror.

So that I could see nothing, just a wall. Hell. Now I'd have to use my imagination.

'I can't. It's embarrassing.'

'It's never embarrassing to look at yourself. Especially when you have a body as beautiful as yours.'

'Don't. You're making me go all red.'

'Oh, stop pretending you're a little girl, Alice. You're a grown woman and you're allowed to behave like one.'

A pause. 'Well, maybe they're not so bad.'

'Not so bad. They're gorgeous. If I were Tim I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off them.'

'No.' A giggle from Alice. 'I have to do that for him.' 

Yeah, I knew all about that.

'Compared with mine, yours are lovely and round and firm; they don't sag at all.'

'Oh no, yours are beautiful too.'

'Well, thank you for being polite, but look, when you see them in the flesh...' A pause. '...like this, they're nowhere near as firm as yours.'

Silence. I imagined Alice trying to get her head round the sight of Jenny's naked tits.

'I've never seen another woman's...tits before. Not outside the showers at school.'

'There's a first time for everything. It's alright, you can look. They won't bite.'

'I wish I could be more like you. Uninhibited.'

'Oh Alice, there's no trick to it. Here...'

There was a sharp intake of breath, I guessed from Alice.

'...now I can see your tits too.'

'Oh God.'

'No, don't pull your dress up again. They're nothing to be ashamed of. Look at us in the mirror. See, just two half-naked women. If our arms were lopped off we'd look like a couple of Greek statues.'

Alice laughed, trying so hard to loosen up. 'Except they wobble when we laugh.'

'Yes, mine more than yours unfortunately.'

'Oh, that's not true. I hope mine are as good as yours when I'm your age.'

'I'll take that as a compliment, shall I?'

'Sorry. But you know what I mean.'

'Yes, I know mine only look as good as yours if I lift them up like this.'

'Well, mine look better in a bra too.'

'No, they don't.' A pause. 'Look, let me show you. See, if I come behind you and put my hands under them like a bra...' Another sharp breath from Alice. '...they don't look anywhere near as good.'

No answer from Alice. Another woman's hands on her tits. Yes, that would render her speechless.

'They look much better if I just let them rest in my hands...like this. Don't you think?'

'If you say so.' Alice was finding it hard to speak.

'I do say so. And while I'm at it, they feel gorgeous too. Especially now your nipples are going all hard.'

'Oh God, are they?'

Jenny laughed. 'Well, what do you expect when someone strokes them like that? They know what they like. It's alright, I've let go now. You can start breathing again.'

'Oh, I feel so stupid.'

'Don't. And take no notice of me. I'm just a jealous thirty-year-old who can't get a boyfriend as handsome as Tim.'

'But you must have plenty of men after you. You're really pretty.'

'Well, thank you, I do. But none as gorgeous as Tim.'

'Oh, do you think so? I really like him.'

'I can tell. And what's more, he really likes you too.'

'How can you tell?'

'Well, he didn't have that huge bulge in his jeans because he was looking at me.'

Ah, now we were getting down to it. I felt my cock thrust against the dressing-gown.

'He has that all the time. It makes me go all weak when he presses it against me. It's as much as I can do to stop myself grabbing it and taking it out and kissing it all over.'

'Well, why don't you?' Yeah, why didn't she?

'Because I know I'd just lose control. I wouldn't be able to stop. Sometimes after I've been with him I lie in bed and think about what it might look like...'

'It looks amazing.'

Whoops. I don't think she meant to say that.

'You mean you've seen it? When?'

'When he was a little boy. I used to bath him when I babysat.'

'Oh, then.'

'He had a lovely little willy. I used to tweak it for him.'

Girlie laughter from both of them. Very funny.

'I bet it's even more lovely now.' Did I detect a note of wistfulness in Jenny's voice.

'So do I. Just thinking about it is making me go all itchy, you know, down there.'

'Me too.'

'Really?'

'Of course.' A rustle of movement, linen trousers sliding down legs. 'Look at me, I'm all damp.'

Another silence. I imagined Alice not daring to look, going red, eventually screwing up her courage. 'They're pretty panties.'

'So they should be, they cost enough. Not that I get many people admiring them, unfortunately.'

'Well, I like them.'

'Thank you. And now they're all damp. All through thinking about your boyfriend's big cock. Is it having the same effect on you?'

'I think so.'

'Let's have a look then.'

'No!'

'Come on. I've shown you mine, now you've got to show me yours.'

More girlie laughter.

'Oh alright. There.'

'Well, I can't see much with your dress just lifted up like that. Take it off.'

'I can't.'

'Why not? Are you intending to sleep in it?'

'Of course not.'

'Well then.'

Pause.

'Alright.'

A rustle of material.

'There.'

A long silence.

'Aren't you going to say something? You're making me embarrassed.'

'I'm speechless. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Alice. You're perfect.'

'Oh, stop it, you're making me blush.'

'I mean it. You're amazing.'

'Yes, damp panties and everything.'

'They just make you look more sexy.'

'Oh God. Do they?'

'It's no good, I've just got to touch myself.'

'Jenny!'

'Don't tell me you've never felt the same.'

'Yes, but not in front of anyone.'

'We're among friends. Right now, I'll go mad if I don't do something.'

'Oh Jenny, you're awful.'

'Well, turn away if you're embarrassed.'

'I can't.'

'See, you're as turned on as me.'

'I know. I keep thinking of Tim's cock, holding it and stroking it. Oh, Jenny, don't!'

'It's no good, I've just got to.'

'Please...'

'Oh, that feels so good...'

'Please don't...'

'Even through my knickers I can feel my clit. It's all swollen. Look. It's making a bulge like a miniature cock. Oh, I've just got to open my legs really wide...'

'Oh Jenny...'

'Look, you can even see my pussy lips. I just love to run my finger up and down between them. Don't you?'

Silence. I imagined Alice, heart beating, hardly daring to look, but unable not to. I was stroking my own cock pretty hard too by now, trying to keep it slow, but not succeeding much. I looked down. The swollen dark red crown seemed to be even bigger than usual.

'How can you do it in front of me?'

'Because you watching me is even more of a turn-on. I'm not a lesbian, Alice, so don't think I'm going to rape you or anything. But even I'm turned on by the sight of a beautiful near-naked woman. And you're as beautiful as they come.'

'Oh, I'm not.'

'You are. And speaking of coming...'

'You're not coming!'

'No, but I'm going to soon.'

'Oh God, I'm getting so itchy.'

'Well, what are you waiting for then? Get your hand down there.'

'I can't.'

'Come here then.'




The Ex-Babysitter



'Don't be ridiculous!' She tried to look outraged, but it didn't come off.

'Oh don't go all innocent on me,' I countered. 'You know I know you do it.'

'Yes, I do know,' she stated meaningfully, 'but I have the decency to do it in private.'

'Oh I see, it's alright for me to do it openly in front of you, but with you we've got to pretend it's a secret.'

She knew I had her, but she wasn't giving up.

'It's different. I'm older than you. I used to be your babysitter.'

'Yeah, and don't you keep reminding me.' I decided to act the kid she plainly thought I still was. 'It's not fair. You watched me, now I get to watch you.

She tried another tack. 'I can't.'

'Why not?'

'Because.'

I laughed out loud. 'Because? Now who sounds like a kid?'

'Because I'm embarrassed.' True, her face was now a bright pink. Perhaps I really was pushing her too far. But just as I was about to relent I had an intuition. What if she was blushing because really she was turned on by the thought of playing with herself in front of me?

'No, you're not. You want to.'

'Don't be absurd,' she exclaimed. But it didn't carry much conviction.

'I bet your knickers are all wet.'

'Don't be disgusting. Of course they're not.'

'OK, show me.'

'What do you mean, show you?'

'Put your hand down there and show me. Prove it.'

'I will not.'

'Because you know I'm right.'

There was a long pause. She stared at me defiantly, but I held her gaze. Eventually she sighed. 'Alright. But only to keep you quiet.'

'Whatever.'

With what I took to be feigned reluctance she lifted her t-shirt and slid a hand inside the waistband of her sweat pants. She moved her legs apart slightly and the outline of her hand slid between them. But instead of bringing it out again so we could both examine the evidence, or lack of it, she closed her eyes and gave a little breathless cry.

'Well,' I prompted, 'am I right or am I right?'

She opened her eyes and looked at me. 'Of course you're right. Now do you want me to do this, or are you going to distract me by talking all the time?'

'Oh, you go right ahead.'

'Just stay over your end of the sofa then. I don't want you getting any ideas.'

'Just pretend I'm not here,' I advised her generously.

She gave a little ironic laugh. 'I can't believe I'm doing this. I must be mad.'

No sooner had she spoken than her eyes closed again and her head tilted up as if she'd just touched a particularly sensitive spot. 'Oh, God, I can't...' But if her mind wanted her to stop, her body plainly had other ideas. Her hips rose and fell in time with her busy fingers. 'Oh, it feels lovely... I can't believe it, but I think I'm going to cum.' Under the cotton of her sweat pants I could see her hand pressing into her, as if trying to prevent something escaping. 'Oh, it's happening! I'm cumming! I can't stop it!' And her pelvis thrust up off the sofa as if trying to swallow her hand, and the muscles of her arm stood out as she held her fingers firmly against her no doubt throbbing clit.

I waited.

'There, that wasn't so bad, was it?'

She opened her eyes. 'I can't believe I just did that. That's the first time I've ever done it in front of anyone.'

'There's a first time for everything.'

'Oh, listen to the man of the world.' She closed her eyes again. 'And that was the quickest I've ever cum. I must have been really turned on.' She spoke as if it was a real surprise to her. Modesty prevented me from pointing out my little performance may have had something to do with that.

But then she made it clear nothing much had changed. She sat up and straightened herself out. 'Right, we've both had a bit of fun, but this was just a one-off, OK? No repeat performances.' 

She was serious. Alright, I didn't fancy her, but surely we could have a bit of fun now and then. 

'I shouldn't have encouraged you. I know you're eighteen, but I still feel responsible for you. Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you, not play sex games with you...'

'Hang on,' I interrupted. 'Dad asked you what?'

'To keep an eye on you...'

'Oh, I see,' I stormed. 'Once the babysitter, always the babysitter.' I stamped upstairs and slammed my bedroom door behind me. 

Was I never going to be allowed to grow up?

Of course, I wasn't mad for long. Yes, I resented being treated like a kid, but that was my dad all over. He probably thought I still hadn't reached puberty. It wasn't Jenny's fault. 

After a couple of days sulking in my room so's she got the message I wasn't happy, I started drifting downstairs again. Over a meal she cooked of spaghetti bolognese she didn't say anything and neither did I, but we both knew it was by way of an apology. From now on, the unspoken promise was, she wouldn't treat me like a kid. And though I didn't say so, I suppose I was sorry in my own way for what I'd made her do in front of me.

So things drifted back into the usual routine. I'd wake up and have a wank – though from then on I kept my door locked – and I assumed she also had one occasionally – though from then on dad's bedroom door was never open when I went to the bathroom, so I never knew for sure. For the rest of the day she'd work on her book and I'd lounge about reading or listening to music or watching a DVD. Then we'd have supper, watch some TV and go to bed. Pretty mindless, really.

It wasn't so surprising, then, that I found myself masturbating more and more often, sometimes three or four times a day. Even more surprisingly, I found myself thinking of Jenny while I was doing it. I kept telling myself I didn't fancy her – how could I? To me she was middle-aged. But the sight of her making herself cum that evening on the sofa just obsessed me. I couldn't get it out of my mind.

And it wasn't long before I had another image to excite me.

One morning I got up after the usual wank and wandered along to the bathroom. I must still have been half-asleep, because I didn't register either that Jenny's bedroom door was wide open or that there was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I just marched straight in. Luckily the room was all steamed up, so she didn't see me come in. In any case, she was busy. She was in the shower. I could just make out her shape through the frosted glass and running water. I was just about to back out again when I saw what she was doing. She was standing with her legs spread wide and slightly bent at the knee and she was directing the flexible shower hose up between them. Above the sound of the water I could hear her voice going 'oh God, oh God,' over and over like she was in some kind of trance. Her other hand was pressed flat against the side of the shower stall as if for balance and her head was thrown back, her hair loose and wet against the glass. My cock stiffened instantly and thrust out from the front of my dressing gown. Amazing. I'd only cum about five minutes ago and now here I was ready to go again.

Jenny was completely lost. Even as I watched, her body went rigid and her free hand clenched into a fist. She cried out, 'Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!' 

Then slowly she lowered the hose and her body started to relax.

I decided it was time to make myself scarce. I slipped out and closed the door, then went back to my own room, climbed back into bed and brought myself off there and then, without even bothering to lock the door. And all the time I thought of Jenny, the hose pouring jets of water against her clit, her clenched fist, her long wet hair against the glass, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

That day I was in and out of my room like a jack-in-a-box. Every time I had a spare moment my mind drifted back to the sight of Jenny in the shower and I just had to go and get rid of the ensuing hard-on. By supper time I still couldn't get her out of my mind, even with her sitting opposite me looking like a dog's breakfast in her sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. 

It didn't take her long to notice.

'You're very quiet. What's up with you?'

'Nothing.'

'Right,' she said, which was her way of saying she didn't believe me.

I got up. 'I'm going to watch TV.'

'What's on?'

'I don't know.'

'Sounds good to me,' she smiled. 'I think I'll join you.'

'Suit yourself.'

We took our usual positions at either ends of the sofa. There was nothing on worth watching, but we watched it anyway. My mind wandered to the memory of her masturbating in the shower. I got a hard-on. Inevitably. This was becoming almost tiresome. I got up. 

'I'm going to bed,' I announced.

'What, at 8.30?'

'I'm tired.'

'Oh, sit down. What's the matter with you? You've been bobbing up and down like a yo-yo all day.'

'Haven't.' I knew I sounded like a spoilt kid, but I sat down.

We sat in silence for a while. Then, 'I suppose you want to go off and play with yourself as usual.'

Oh, this was too much. 'I do not.'

She smiled, infuriatingly. 'I can see you do from here.'

'No, you can't.'

'So what's that then?' she queried, nodding at the bulge in my denims, 'a banana?'

'Very funny.' I decided I had to put her in her place. 'At least I don't jack off in the shower every morning.'

The blush that instantly spread from her neck to her cheeks was very gratifying. Bullseye.

'Have you been spying on me again?'

'No, I haven't. You ought to try locking the bathroom door when you're in there.'

'Don't worry. I will.' But despite her angry tone, she also sounded a bit embarrassed. I decided to go a little easier.

'I shouldn't worry about it. I didn't see much. It was all steamy.'

'Yes, well...' She sounded less angry. 'I can see you liked what you saw.'

'What do you mean?'

'Honestly, Tim, you're so transparent. How many times have you done it today? Four? Five? That's pretty impressive, even for you.'

Now I was the one who was blushing. 'How do you know?'

'Has it never occurred to you your dad's study is right under your bedroom? And your bed rocks when you jerk off? I can practically hear you cum.'

Oh God, this was embarrassing.

'Luckily you never seem to take very long, otherwise I'm sure I'd never get my book finished.'

'Jesus, why didn't you tell me?'

'Because I didn't want to stop you. It's no business of mine what you get up to in your bedroom.' I was mortified. Then she made me feel even worse by being sympathetic. 'It's nothing to be ashamed of. Every teenage boy does it.'

'Yeah, right. That makes me feel a whole lot better.'

She could see she was going to have to do more. 'What can I say, Tim? Seriously, you're doing nothing wrong.' She looked me straight in the eye. 'In fact, I like the idea of you doing it.'

'You're kidding me.'

'I'm not. When you made yourself cum in front me the other night I really liked it. Well, you know it turned me on.'

This was sounding better. I decided to push my luck. 'So you'd like to watch me again?' I put my hand on my erection just to make my meaning crystal clear. But it was a step too far.

'Ah, now I didn't say that. In fact, I remember distinctly telling you it was a one-off.'

'Yeah, but I don't remember agreeing.' I stroked the denim stretched over my cock. 'Look at it. It needs dealing with.'

She laughed despite herself. 'I honestly don't know where they come from. How many times did I say you'd cum today? Four? Five?'

'Six actually,' I grinned. 'You missed the one I did in the downstairs toilet.' I caught her look. 'Don't worry, I cleaned it up.'

'I should hope so.' She was looking at my hand slowly moving up and down the length of my shaft. Was it my imagination or were her lips slightly parted? And was that the tip of her tongue between them?

'I promise I'll go to bed straight after,' I said.

She was silent for a long time, but her eyes never left my slowly moving hand. 'Alright then, just this once.' Then immediately, 'God, what am I saying? I can't believe I'm actually encouraging you to masturbate in front of me again.'

I started rubbing my cock in earnest. 'Well, I don't think I need much encouragement.'

'No,' she agreed. 'You certainly don't.'

I concentrated my fingers on the top. Having cum six times already that day I felt as if I could linger over it a little. I was hot, but I wasn't going to cum that quickly. From her end of the sofa Jenny watched spellbound, all pretence of reluctance gone now. 'What does that feel like?'

'What?'

'When you touch the end like that.'

'Great.'

She squirmed in her seat.

'What's the matter?'

'What do you think? You're making me horny.' 

'Touch yourself then,' I suggested.

'No way.' She drew back. 'I told you, that was a one-off.'

'Spoilsport.'

'Let me just concentrate on what you're doing.' She laughed. 'God, I can't believe I just said that.'

I eased myself back into the sofa so she could get a better view.

'Don't you want to touch yourself?' she asked after a while.

'What do you mean? I am touching myself.'

'I mean properly.'

I caught her drift. 'Oh, you mean like this.' And I slid my hand under the belt of my jeans and into my boxers. At the touch of my fingers, my cock immediately put on another half inch.

'What does that feel like?' Jenny wanted to know.

'A bit cramped, to tell the truth.'

'Oh.' She seemed disappointed.

I kept my hand there because there's nothing quite like the touch of flesh on flesh, but I wasn't lying: I could barely move my fingers there was so little room. Jenny watched me struggle for a bit, then

'I suppose you could always undo your belt.'

'Yeah, I could, couldn't I?'

So I pulled my hand out and undid the belt on my jeans and unzipped them. I slipped my hand back into my boxers and grabbed my cock. On each downstroke the head just peeped out from under the waistband.

'Is that better?'

'Much,' I assured her. I was beginning to feel I might be close to cumming, so I tried to slow down.

'Are you going to cum?'

'I don't know. I'm trying not to.'

Jenny smiled. 'Yes, I do that too. A bit of you wants it to last forever, but the rest of you wants it to happen as soon as possible.'

'Right.'

'What's the bit that feels the best?' she wanted to know.

'Just round the slit and under the crown.'

She took a deep breath. 'Show me.'

Had I heard right? 'What? Take it out?'

'Yes, I want to see. I want to see what you do to yourself every time you disappear into your bedroom and stop me working.'

'You're the boss.' I lifted my hips from the sofa and pushed my jeans and pants out from under me. My engorged cock sprang into full view. I wanted to take them off completely but she stopped me.

'No, leave them round your thighs like that. It looks more...abandoned.'

I put my hand back round my shaft, but no, she didn't want that either.

'No, don't touch it for a minute. I want to look at it.' She leaned forward a little and gazed intently at my stiff red naked cock lying flat against my belly. 'You have a lovely cock, Tim. Still, I expect you know that already. You make love to it often enough.'

'Very funny. Can I finish now?'

'Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.'

So I resumed. And because she'd asked me to, I paid a lot of attention to the slit and the rim under the crown and within a minute or two I was about ready to explode, what with her watching me so intently and licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.

'Are you going to cum?'

'Yes.'

'I knew it. Your eyes have gone all hooded.'

'Oh yes, it's happening.'

'Go on, do it, Tim, do it for me. I want to see your cum spurting.'

'Oh, Jenny, I'm coming.'

'Yes, do it. Do it.'

And then my cock was throbbing and jerking in my hand and cum was shooting out in thick gobs all over my belly. 

'Oh, that's so lovely. Your cock looks so beautiful. Your cum is so thick and creamy. Keep stroking yourself. Squeeze it all out for me.' Her eyes were bright, as if she were on drugs. 'Oh, that's so beautiful.' She was still at her end of the sofa, but leaning forward, intently watching my hand slow on my already shrinking cock. 'Rub your cum into your skin. Rub it all over.'

I did as I was told. She watched me as if mesmerised.

I began to come down. My hand fell off my belly onto the sofa. I felt shattered. My seventh orgasm that day. No wonder.

I glanced at Jenny. The brightness had gone from her eyes. She looked as if she were coming round from a trance. She straightened herself up. Now it was over, she seemed to be avoiding my eye.

'Did you enjoy that?' I asked, more to regain some intimacy than because I wanted to know the answer.

She smiled a stiff little smile. 'Of course I did. But you'd better clean yourself up now.'

'So you can have your turn,' I suggested.

'I've already had it,' she admitted, 'while you were having yours.'

So that's why she'd been squirming round so much. 'That's not fair. I wanted to watch.'

'Too bad. You were busy.'

'I won't be next time,' I assured her.

She stood up. 'There's not going to be a next time.'

'What?'

'I've told you, Tim. This has gone much too far already. I have to behave myself even if you can't. I'm in a position of responsibility here and I can't allow a repeat of this.'

'Hang on a minute,' I protested. 'What about...'

She walked to the door. 'I'll see you in the morning and we'll say no more about it. Good night.'

And with that she was gone.

The next day I decided to spend in bed. Round about lunchtime Jenny knocked on my door, but I pretended to be asleep until she went away. At suppertime she tried again. 'I've done steak and chips.'

My favourite. 

'I'm not hungry.'

After a while I heard her footsteps going down the stairs.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. I'd only managed one cock session since the morning. Perhaps I was sickening for something.

At breakfast the next morning I sulked, just to make sure she knew I still wasn't a happy bunny. Jenny didn't say anything, but she must have got the message because there were two extra rashers of bacon on my plate. It rained all day, so I just lounged round the house, played a couple of computer games and watched The Matrix for the nth time. By the evening I was bored out of my skull.

After dinner we sat in the livingroom. I didn't fancy sitting on the sofa with her, instead I sprawled in what is known in our family as dad's chair. While I pretended to read, I watched her surreptitiously. She sat squeezed into the far end of the sofa, her legs folded up beside her, her book open on her thigh, her head supported by her arm resting on the arm of the sofa. She was still dressed in her usual shapeless gear but for some reason she'd dispensed with the elastic band, which meant her hair fell down past her shoulders, partly obscuring her face. Fine by me.

I tried to think of her as the ex-babysitter, the near-middle-aged family friend, but it was no good. My mind kept returning to the scene the last time we'd been in this room. Me with my jeans and pants down to my knees, rubbing my cock for all I was worth while she watched me with her bright eyes and secretly brought herself off. It's little wonder the inevitable happened. Yeah, I got an erection.

As my cock built its tent out of my jeans, a bit of me thought I should try to hide it. Hadn't she made it pretty plain nothing was going to happen again? But another part of me couldn't be fucked. Let her leave the room if she couldn't stand the sight of a good healthy hard-on. So I just stayed sprawled in the chair as I was, with my legs spread out in front me and a nice firm bulge growing in my crotch. I even gave it a couple of strokes.

It wasn't long before she noticed. 'Honestly, Tim, don't you think about anything else?'

'Obviously not.'

'Well, this time you can either lose it or go to your room.'

'I don't see why I should. You're the guest in this house.'

She closed her book. 'Fine. I'll go to mine then.'




The Ex-Babysitter



'Don't bother.' I took my hand away. 'Faced with you it'll probably go down anyway.'

'Thanks for the compliment,' she replied with a smile. Honestly, insults were lost on her.

She went back to her book. I tried to concentrate on mine, but those same thoughts kept coming back to me. My bulge didn't go away.

'Anyway, you think about it too,' I said eventually.

She looked up. 'Yes, but not all the time.'

'Well, nor do I.'

'No, only about every other minute of the day.'

'Well, it's natural at my age. You said so yourself.'

She didn't have an answer for that.

'So what do you think about when you do think about it?' I asked.

'God, Tim, I don't know. What a question.'

'Well, I'm interested.'

'I've never thought about it. What do you think about?'

I wasn't expecting that. 'Nothing in particular. I think about what I'm feeling, I suppose. You know, what's going on...down there.'

'That doesn't sound very imaginative.'

'Well, I'm sorry, but I haven't had as many experiences as you've probably had. No wonder I'm a bit low on fantasies.'

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disparage your sex life. It's just that to my mind what you're thinking is often the best part. If all you concentrate on is what you're doing it's nowhere near as good.'

'OK, so what do you think of, then?'

'I can't tell you that. It's private.'

'Oh, come on, Jenny. After what we've done together, you can't go all shy on me now.'

'Yes, and don't think I'm naïve enough not to realise where all this is heading.'

I was all innocence. 'Where?'

'I've told you, Tim, it's not going to happen again. Understood?'

I waved a hand as if to say that was a given. 'Sure, understood. But there's no harm in talking about it, is there?'

She didn't say anything, so I took that as agreement. 

'So tell me. I'm curious. What do women think about when they're playing with themselves?'

She laughed. 'You have such a delicate way with words.'

'Yeah, I blame comprehensives. Don't change the subject.'

'Well, I don't know, I suppose mostly I think about being pampered...and admired...and being made love to.'

'Who by?'

'By men, of course.' She hid behind her hair again. 'Well...sometimes women.'

I could feel the bulge in my pants give a little leap. 'Yeah?'

'Of course. Don't you ever think about men?'

'No way!'

She laughed. 'You will. One day.'

'Yeah? Well, pardon me if I don't take your word for it. So how many men do you think about?'

'Sometimes just one, sometimes a whole group.'

'Yeah? How do you manage them all?'

'Well, it's a fantasy, isn't it? The practical details don't come into it. Mostly I imagine one or two actually making love to me, the others standing watching...stroking themselves because they're so turned on by what I'm doing.' She shifted herself in the sofa. 'Right, that's enough. You're making me embarrassed.'

'Don't stop now. This is getting interesting. What about the women?'

'There's usually just one when it's a woman. I imagine us all entwined and kissing and loving and being really breathless and touching everywhere. Sometimes there are men as well and they're watching and getting incredibly turned on.'

'Like me,' I said, putting my hand on my bulging erection.

It was the wrong thing to say.

'I knew it. Right, that's enough.' She stood up. 'I'm going to bed. I don't know what possessed me to tell you all that.'

'There's no need to be ashamed.'

'Isn't there? I suppose now you'll jerk yourself off fantasising about my fantasies.'

'I might,' I smiled. 'Do you want to watch?'

'No,' she said firmly.

'Well, can I watch you, then?'

'Definitely not.' But then she laughed. 'You're incorrigible. What am I going to do with you?'

But before I could give her any suggestions she was gone.

I started stroking myself almost the moment she was out of the door. I was so hot from what she'd been saying, within a minute or so I'd cum inside my pants.

I woke up the next morning feeling like shit. I had a headache fit to split my skull and my skin felt all creepy. Thinking a shower was what I needed, I got myself on my feet. Almost immediately the room started to move around and I thought I was going to throw up. I crawled back into bed and shivered.

About 10 o'clock Jenny knocked on my door.

'Are you OK, Tim?'

I tried to say no I'm not, but it came out more as a helpless croak. Jenny opened the door and put her head round. At the sight of me the colour drained from her face. That got me really worried.

'You look terrible. What's the matter?'

'I don't know. I think I'm dying.'

She put her hand on my forehead, asked me what my symptoms were, took my temperature and pronounced I had the flu. How do women know these things?

She got some stuff from the chemists and I spent the next three days in bed, still feeling like shit, but at least knowing I wasn't going to die. She put a thicker duvet on me, plumped my pillows, washed my face and generally acted the nurse. She even tried to get me to eat, but the thought of food just turned my stomach. I lay in bed and felt sorry for myself.

On the fourth day the fever started to die and I began to feel a bit less like one of the living dead. I even felt the stirrings of the good old morning hard-on underneath my boxers. I thought I might even get up later.

But then I thought a bit more. The trouble with being sick is you feel so lousy, you can't really enjoy the experience of lying in bed all day and having all your needs catered for. What I needed was to prolong the experience so's I could get my money's worth. So when Jenny knocked softly on my door I pretended still to be suffering. 

She took my temperature. 'The fever's going. How do you feel?'

'Still pretty rough.'

'Do you want anything to eat.'

'Maybe I could try a little scrambled egg.'

After she came up to collect the dirty plate I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was the sound of kids coming home from school along the street outside. And I was hot. The duvet was too thick. I kicked it off and lay in my boxers. Pretty soon I had a hard-on. I stroked it idly through the cotton. I was obviously getting better.

Unfortunately, before I could really get into it I heard Jenny's gentle knock. 'Are you asleep?'

I didn't answer. I decided to pretend I was. Maybe she'd go and leave me to get on with it. I closed my eyes, threw my arm over them and assumed what I hoped looked like the attitude of a person deep in the land of nod. After a moment I heard the door open and Jenny tiptoe into the room. I peeped out through the narrowest of slits in my eyelid, hoping it was hidden by my arm. I could see Jenny quietly tidying the things on my bedside table. Then she tried to smooth the sheet I was lying on without disturbing me. I moaned as if in the middle of a dream and shifted a little, hoping it looked natural. She froze and looked at me anxiously. But when I didn't 'wake' she relaxed. She went to put the duvet back over me, but stopped herself. She was looking at my boxers, or more specifically the outline of the hard-on beneath them.

She must have stared at it for a good three or four minutes. She seemed fascinated. I could see that same parting of her lips I'd seen before, the same pink tip of her tongue. My cock twitched as if it knew it was the centre of attention. I knew erections were common during sleep; I only hoped it was also common for them to move. I didn't want her suspecting anything.

But far from becoming suspicious, she seemed to become bolder. She leaned forward, as if to inspect it more closely. I closed my eyes. This was getting too much. 

Then I felt it. A gentle touch, as light as a feather. 

Under my arm, my eyes snapped open. I almost gave the game away. But Jenny was far too engrossed to notice. She was touching my boxers where the cotton was stretched over my cock, stroking her finger gently along the shaft. Now it was my turn to freeze. Her finger reached the crown and moved in a small circle over it. My cock flicked up involuntarily to meet it, straining against the cotton. A pleased little smile appeared on her face.

She ran her finger down my length again, then back up to the crown. On cue my cock rose to meet it. She was fascinated by it. She did it three or four more times, tracing the same little circles on my crown at the end of each stroke. It was like being tortured. Inside I was screaming to be allowed to grab my cock and make myself cum.

Then I felt a second finger on me, and her thumb. She was holding me between the tips of two fingers and her thumb, stroking gently along the cotton from the base of my cock to the crown, pausing each time just under the crown and playing with it. She was hardly touching me, but the sensation of the cotton being rubbed against my cock was exquisite. Another few strokes and I would cum. Maybe my throbbing cock passed some message to her, because she seemed to sense it, speeding up her stroking just that little bit and squeezing my cock more firmly. I could feel the cum building. My cock started to twitch involuntarily, almost leaping out of her grasp, but she kept up her rhythm, all the time watching it intently, her tongue licking her lips. With the first pulse of cum she moved her fingers to the crown and circled there, as if to feel every sensation of the cum shooting from my cock into the cotton of the boxers. The sensation was so incredible I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out. Then the second shot came, and the third, and the fourth, my cock throbbing and jerking against her fingertips with every one.

My cock started to soften. Her fingers stroked up and down my shaft, but slower now, as if soothing me, coaxing me to go back deep into my sleep. I could feel my pulse slow beneath her touch. 

After a few moments she seemed satisfied with her secret bit of 'nursing' and withdrew her hand. Was it my imagination or did she do it reluctantly? Then she did something incredible. She lifted her fingers to her lips and licked them. For all the world as if they were the most delicious ice lolly she'd ever tasted.

Then she reached down the bed, pulled the duvet gently over me and left the room, pulling the door quietly to after her. Within a few minutes I was asleep.

The next morning she came in as if nothing had happened.

'Feeling better today?' she asked brightly.

'A bit,' I conceded.

'Think you can make it to the shower on your own?'

'I'll give it a try.'

'Good. Give me a shout if you need anything.' And she was gone.

OK, I thought. Let's pretend. I can play that game.

I took my time in the bathroom. I half-expected her to come in and 'surprise' me, but she didn't. She didn't know what she was missing. I kept up a good soapy erection the whole time I was there.

Eventually I realised she wasn't going to join me and wandered back along the landing. She called from downstairs.

'How do you feel now?'

'Still a bit wobbly,' I lied. 'I'm going back to bed.'

'Do you want anything to eat?'

'I'll try.'

'OK, I'll bring it up in a few minutes.'

I took off my dressing gown and climbed back into bed, naked this time. I couldn't be bothered to put on my boxers and I was too warm to have the duvet over me. Besides, I had a plan.

With a bit of careful stroking I kept my erection nicely hard without taking it too close to the edge. It was torture but I felt it'd be worth it. When I heard Jenny on the stairs with my breakfast, I lay back in a position similar to the one I'd adopted the day before and pretended to be asleep. Plainly it surprised her.

'Oh, are you asleep?'

I didn't answer.

'Tim?'

This time I kept my eyes closed. I knew she was probably looking at me closely to see if I was faking.

'Tim?'

I forced myself to keep my breathing low and slow. It seemed to satisfy her. Unfortunately her next action wasn't what I'd expected. I heard her leave the room and go downstairs. I opened my eyes. She'd taken my breakfast back down to the kitchen. Fuck.

I lay there wondering what to do. Maybe I should just make the best of a bad job and have a wank anyway. So I was well into ministering to my cock when I heard her feet again mounting the stairs.

Maybe she'd changed her mind. I quickly adopted my sleeping pose and waited for her to come in. But instead of coming to my room, her footsteps disappeared towards the bathroom. Now what? Was she just going to have a shower? I put my hand on my cock. This was pissing me off.

But a few moments later her footsteps sounded again, from the bathroom towards my room. By this time I didn't really expect her to come in, so when my door started to open I had to switch into 'deep sleep' mode pretty quick.

She entered on tiptoe.

'Are you asleep, Tim?'

After a few moments of silence I risked peeping out from under my arm. As on the previous day, she was standing by my bed gazing intently at my cock, now naked and completely visible to her. That pink tongue was snaking wetly round her lips. It was a risk, I knew, but this time I kept watching. I wanted to see everything she did.

Tentatively, with a quick glance at my shielded eyes, she reached out and traced her forefinger along the length of my shaft, from the crown all the way down below my balls almost to my arse. My left leg was bent outwards at the knee so she could go pretty well as far down as she wanted. But she seemed more interested in my cock.

As before, she ran her forefinger under the rim of my crown, then traced little circles over the tip. She brought her thumb into play and pulled the foreskin backwards and forwards a few times, apparently fascinated by how it almost covered my crown, then slowly revealed it. She was really getting into that – so was I – when she suddenly stopped and took her hand away. Had her conscience got the better of her? I was almost on the point of 'waking' and grabbing myself to finish it off, when I felt a cool, liquid sensation running down the length of my shaft. It was so unexpected I almost gave the game away.

From beneath my arm I looked down at my cock. It was covered in a thick line of oil, which she'd squeezed onto it from a bottle. So that's what she'd been doing in the bathroom. As I watched, she put the bottle down, then using both hands, started to smear the oil all over my swollen shaft and balls, slowly, gently, almost lovingly. Then, when she was satisfied she'd got me well and truly lubricated, she started to stroke me rhythmically, starting each hand at the crown, then letting it slide slowly down all the way to the base, followed in an unbroken motion by her other hand doing the same. The sensation was unbelievable, made more so by my having to keep absolutely still and silent. 

Occasionally she paused at the top of a stroke and twisted her hand round the crown or let her fingertips play with the slit. But then, as if she couldn't get enough of feeling my hard shaft, she'd resume her stroking. Her tongue licked her lips until they were wet and shiny. Her breathing got shorter. She was so intent on what she was doing I felt sure I could have lain there with my eyes wide open and watched her and she wouldn't have noticed. As it was, I could barely stop myself from moaning out loud. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten, my cock stiffening, getting ready to spurt. It began to jerk in Jenny's hands. 

'Yes,' I heard her whisper urgently, 'cum for me, you beautiful cock. Let me see you cum.'

It was all I needed. The first spasm hit me and a jet of pale milky white cum shot from the end of my cock.

'Oh, that's lovely,' breathed Jenny, still stroking me, but slower, more deliberately. 'Do it again.'

Another jet of cum shot out and landed on my chest and stomach. Another. And another. Jenny held my cock vertically and gently squeezed it so that cum oozed out and dribbled down over her fingers. Still she moved her hands slowly up and down, gradually milking the last drop of cum from me. I lay there in an agony of ecstasy, not daring to move a muscle.

After a few moments, Jenny seemed to realise my cock might be feeling a little sensitive and released it. But she wasn't done. She dipped her fingers in the cum on my chest and stomach and smeared it round, gently rubbing it in. Then, as before, she put her fingers to her mouth and sucked them dry, avidly, as if they were coated in honey.

Then she gave my cock a friendly little pat, picked up her bottle of oil and walked out.

Over the next couple of days I tried to get her to do a repeat performance, but she wouldn't play. Every time I heard her come up the stairs I lay back and pretended to be asleep. On the first couple of occasions she tiptoed straight out again, but then she got suspicious and made so much noise clattering round the room I was forced to 'wake up'.

Eventually she declared I must be well enough to get up. 'You can look after yourself from now on. I've got a book to finish.'

Things went back to normal.

Try as hard as I could, I couldn't get her to loosen up, not even in front of the TV like the other times. Every time I let her see I had a hard-on she either stuck her nose further into whatever she was reading or got up and walked out. I even tried surprising her in the bathroom again, but she always locked the door after that one-and-only time.

Eventually I was forced to go back to my old masturbation routine: one in the morning, one at night and maybe a third during the day if I could be bothered.

The summer passed. Soon it was almost time for dad and my stepmum to come back, and time for me to think seriously about getting a job. 

One evening Jenny broke out a bottle of champagne over supper. She looked pretty pleased with herself.

'What's this?' I asked.

'Celebration. I'll have finished the book tomorrow.'

'Great. Does that mean I finally get the house to myself again?'

She looked genuinely hurt. 'Sorry. I haven't been very good company, have I?'

'You're OK,' I conceded. 'It's not your fault you used to be my babysitter.'

When we'd polished off the bubbly I went to bed. Funny, but the thought of her going depressed me. You'd have thought I'd have been glad to get her out of my hair, but I suppose a part of me kind of liked having her around.

The next morning I had a lie-in, conjured up the usual picture of her sliding her oily hands up and down my cock and had a really nice orgasm. Then I put on my dressing-gown, went downstairs and made myself some breakfast. 

Jenny was nowhere to be seen. I guessed she was in dad's study as usual, putting the final master touches to her great opus. Feeling in a conciliatory mood I decided I'd make her a cup of coffee, something I'd never done the entire summer.

I knocked on the study door and walked straight in.

It sounds a stupid thing to say, but the really amazing thing about surprises is that they are really so damn surprising. You just never expect them. Like the sight that greeted me in dad's study. I just never expected it, not in a million years.

I'd expected to see Jenny sitting at dad's desk, busily tapping away on his computer. Instead I was presented with the sight of her laid back in dad's big swivel chair, her legs wide apart – in fact, one bent over an arm of the chair – her sweat pants hanging off an ankle along with her knickers. Her head was bent down to look at what was going on between her legs.

Whatever words I was about to utter froze on my lips. Her head snapped up, she grabbed something from between her legs and hid it behind the chair, her legs closed, the Robbie Williams came down over her thighs. But not before I'd got a good view of what had been between them. Just below the place where her pubic hair would have been if she hadn't shaved it all off, the unmistakable red plastic end of some sort of vibrator had been protruding from her pussy lips. 




The Ex-Boyfriend



I was home alone late one night. The first time in what felt like centuries! My roommate had decided she would be staying over at her boyfriends place, but wasn't sure if she would stay for the week. 

As soon as she said that, I hauled ass to the closest video store & rented a bunch of movies with the hope she would stay the whole week & get fucked. She was behaving very restlessly & getting on my last fucking nerve! So I was totally ecstatic when she had made her plans known to me. 

As soon as the door hit her ass on her way out, my clothes was off of my body hitting the floor! DAMN! I thought to myself, I've forgotten what it was like to be able to walk around the apartment naked! I allowed myself a few blissfully silent minutes to let it sink in, before I had grabbed my blanket & pillows from my bedroom. I popped in the first of what I thought was to be a movie marathon. I had just settled my naked ass on the couch when the doorbell rang. 

WHAT THE FUCK??? I glanced at my watch. 1AM??? Getting up off the couch, swearing at whom ever was standing on the other side of the door. 

"YOU BETTER HAVE A DAMN GOOD REASON FOR RINGING MY BELL AT THIS DAMN HOUR!!! I yelled as I flung the door open. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT??" I barked at my very shocked ex-boyfriend. 

It took him a moment to compose himself, before he could mutter, "Well! Hey sexy! I Haven't seen," He paused to look at my nakedness over, smiling as he did, "You in awhile & thought I'd stop by to see" He stopped again, grinning like a damn fool, "You & how you're doing." 

"Well now that you've seen me, GO AWAY!!" Slamming the door in his face as I turned, heading back to my movie & the couch. 

He stopped the door from slamming in his face with his shoe covered foot. 

"OH! FOR FUCKS SAKES NICK!!" He came walking into the room, striping as he did. I noticed to my displeasure, his cock was already half hard. I rolled my eyes at him turning my attention back to the TV. 

"Dam! Ashley! I've forgotten how fucking sexy you are!" His cock was jumping as he spoke. "Dam! Nick! I've forgotten how much of a pain in my ass you can be!!" I said back at him for blocking my view of the TV with his nakedness. "But I seem to remember you screaming HARDER!!" I be damned! If my face didn't flush red, betraying my secret thoughts. 

Although Nick & I haven't been a couple in a few months, he had a very uncanny knack for coming around when I was horny! Which is the ONLY reason I haven't kicked his sexy ass out yet. I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. 

"No I didn't! Maybe you was dreaming that I did!" When I looked at him, he had that look that I knew all too well. And from the way my pussy was reacting, I knew it wouldn't be much longer before I'd be screaming "HARDER NICK!!" 

"Lets see who is right then." He said. Laughing I asked him, "What do you mean? And the way you said that, it sounds like some kind of challenge." A big grin came across his face. "It is a challenge! To see who is right!" 

His hand moved to his now hard cock, griping it in his hand, slowly fisting it. I bit on my lower lip, afraid my voice would crack if I spoke. He leaned over to me, kissing my lips. His hand went from his hard cock to my breast, cupping it in the palm of his hand, as his thumb brushed lightly across my nipple.

I groaned softly as he kissed me from my lips to my neck, lightly sucking & licking, almost teasing my skin. He then moved further down, replacing his hand with his lips on my breast. Sucking my already hard nipple into his hot mouth. 

I moaned a little louder when I felt him gently bite my nipple, holding it softly between his teeth, as his tongue lightly flicked over it. He grabbed hold of my ass with his free hand, pulling me further down on the couch. 

I was reaching for his throbbing cock when he brushed my hand aside. "Not yet honey." He softly said. He hooked his arms beneath my thighs, his hand cupping my breast. His face between my thighs, his tongue working its magic on me. My hands went to the back of his head, pressing him down roughly to me. As his tongue became more insistent, the louder my moans became. 

I was just about to cum, & he knew it, when he suddenly stooped. He looked up at me with a huge smile on his face. "Why did you stop?" I asked, a little more then irritated with him. 

He winked at me, just before he shoved 2 fingers into my already wet pussy, finger fucking me, as he flicked his tongue & sucked on my clit like a mad man. "OOH!! GAWD!! I loudly moaned. "OOH!! NICK!! I'M ABOUT TOOO!!

He shoved a 3rd finger into my tight little asshole, which made me cum even harder. He continued this untill I was finished cumin & I was breathing hard. 

He stood up swinging my legs off the couch & turning me onto my stomach. I felt him kneeling behind me, rubbing his hand over my ass. "MmM" I moaned, as I felt him rubbing the tip of his cock over my slit & clit. Prying my lips open as he did. He pushed the tip into my pussy, slowly working his length into me. 

"OOH!! DAMN!!" I moaned, wiggling my ass back towards him. "MmM! Slam it into me Nick!! Damn!! You feel so good!!"

His hands rested on my shoulders. He pulled me back towards him at the same time thrusting his throbbing hard cock into me. "OOOHHH!!" I groaned out loud, as he picked up speed. 

"OOOHHH!!" I heard him moan. I knew he would be cumming soon. Just like I knew he would take his cock out of my pussy right . . . About . . . Now! 

As if he read my mind Nick removed his cock from my pussy right on cue. "Hold your cheeks open babe, I want your hot tight ass!" An ass cheek in each hand, spreading it as wide as it'll go. I felt something cold land on me & knew it was lubrication. 

Nick rubbed the tip of his cock into the lube, spreading it around. He popped just the head into my ass. He waited just long enough for my ass muscles to stop griping his cock, like my mouth sucking on him hard, before he continued slowly sliding his cock in. 

He must have had at least half of it in, when I felt his hands on my shoulders again. I felt him slide almost completely out of my asshole. In 1 swift motion, he tightened his grip, pulling me back to him, slamming his rock hard cock into my tight ass to the hilt. 

"AAAAHHH!!" I screamed out in pain! He kept sliding in & out of my ass at a steady pace. 1 hand on my shoulder, the other hand grabbing a fistful of hair. "AAAHHH!!! DAMIT NICK!! YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!" 

It seemed the louder I would scream, the more he would moan. Just as I was getting used to the feeling of being stretched, & I wasn't screaming as loud, Nick would fuck me a little faster. The faster he would pump into me, the louder his moans became, & the more roaming his hands did. 

He finally settled his hands on my tits with my nipples between his fingers, pinching & rolling it. I moved my hand to my very wet pussy, rubbing my clit hard & fast. Our moans of pleasure filled the room. 

"OOOHHH!!! HARDER NICK!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!" I nearly screamed. "OOH!! YEA!! BABY!!" Nick moaned just as loud. "OOHH!! FUCK ASHLEY!! I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE IN YOUR FUCKING ASS BABY!!"

Hearing him moan this was all I needed to send me over the edge! "HARDER NICK!! OOHH!! FUCK!!! I'M GOING TO CUM!!!"

"AAARRRGGG!!!" Nick groaned loudly as he came in my ass. My breathing became nothing more then heavy panting as I came like a dam that broke! And just at the moment I was coating Nicks swinging balls with my juice, I sat straight up in bed, drenched in sweat & breathing hard. 

I looked about me at my surroundings, trying to shake the cobwebs from sleep & the dream away. 



The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 01



Laura was sitting next to me at a table in a neighborhood style restaurant. She was talking animatedly, the result, no doubt, of two beers in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. But that's what sunny summer days are for - shaking off the stress of a busy workweek with some fun, laughs and old friends. In this case, it was her friend Kris who had flown in to spend a few days with us.

Somehow we had gotten on the topic of old boyfriends and girlfriends. Kris is single at the moment, but she had some pretty good stories to tell and we were all laughing freely. I'd added a couple of my own, such as the time years ago when my roommate walked in on me spanking a stripper-friend of mine while doing her doggy style. Embarrassment always plays well to get a laugh and this was no exception!

Laura had listened closely to my story. "You never told me that one before," she had squealed in delight when I finished.

Soon Kris was asking Laura about her ex-boyfriends. With a sweet smile, Laura had nodded towards me. "I don't think about them much any more. Well, except maybe for one..."

Of course that got a reaction from both of us and we prodded her. "What's so special about him?" I teased her.

Laura made eye contact with Kris for a split second and I saw the amusement creep across her face; women, especially old friends, have an instinctive understanding of some things. "He was very large," she stated.

"Oooh, tell us!" encouraged Kris. I wasn't quite as enthusiastic, but I had to admit that I was curious. Laura had always told me I was the second largest guy she'd ever been with, but had said little more.

She paused as if pretending to have to think about it. "Well, long, I suppose. Actually, pretty damned long. But it was more the thickness than anything else."

"How thick?" Kris practically demanded. Laura's response clearly shocked her. It shocked me - in fact, I had a hard time believing her.

"Um...a little smaller than a coke can, I guess," she said quickly. "I don't remember that much now. It's been a long time." 

I had a feeling that she was trying to change the subject out of concern for me, and she put her hand lightly on my thigh. What we were both surprised to discover then was my rock-hard erection. She tried not to let her expression break as her hand slid onto my crotch to explore the tent in my shorts, and for my part, I tried not to let the feel of her fingers show on my face either.

More to test out my reaction than anything else, I think, Laura decided to go a little farther in her description. "At first it was kind of too much because he was so big. But once we had sex a few times I got used to it. He was too big to do much more than missionary because it would start to hurt, but it felt great going in!" All the while, her hand was exploring the front of my pants and feeling my dick jumping at her words

A few days later, after Kris had gone, Laura brought up the topic while we were lounging on the living room couch. I had more or less relegated it to the back of my mind, but it must have been burning a hole in her curious mind.

"Honey, can I ask you about something?" she began. I looked down at my wife, lying in my lap, muted the television and nodded. Laura thought for a moment.

"The other day when we were at that pub with Kris, and I talked about my old boyfriend...well, you were really hard..." I didn't say anything - I wasn't sure what I should say at that point. I just let her keep going.

"Did I turn you on?" she asked. Then a mischievous gleam lit her eyes. She started teasing me. "Did I get you excited talking about that big dick and how he used to fuck me?"

Sure enough, my cock began swelling rapidly. I can't attribute it all to her words. Laura looked very desirable just then, with her dark-red painted lips, thin T-shirt loosely pooled around her succulent breasts with their firm nipples, and a simple pair of white cotton panties. Not fancy-vixen sexy - more that comfortable, sensual, everyday woman eroticism that can melt a man where he stands—or sits, in my case.

No doubt she felt my soldier saluting against the back of her head, and a little smile crossed her face. "Such a big dick," she murmured. "He couldn't eat me like you do, but he could fuck my brains out." She pushed her panties to one side and ran two fingers through her slit to moisten them, then rubbed her clit. "I felt so full. It was like he was going to break me in half." 

Laura rolled over onto her side and fished my hard prick out of my boxer shorts. In seconds, her red lips were descending on my shaft leaving her saliva clinging to my flesh as her hand stroked the base. Her fingers were busy between her legs while she sucked me, rubbing at her clit and plunging into her moist snatch. 

It was a wonderful blowjob, all the more so because it was unexpected and sudden. But those are always the best from her—when the mood is right, my wife is very spontaneous in bed. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth as she bobbed up and down. I do not have a coke can for a cock, it is only 6" hard and not that thick.

All too soon, she stopped sucking me and stood up, dropping her panties from her hips. Then in a combined motion, she sat in my lap facing me and guided my dick into her pussy. I was amazed at how wet she was. Clearly I wasn't the only one to have a sexual reaction hearing about her old affairs. She kissed me hungrily, pushing her sticky tongue into my mouth, and I caressed her tits roughly. When she is highly aroused, Laura likes direct, intense stimulation and a short, powerful ride to orgasm.

I tried hard to provide that for her, feeling her twat clench me as she gasped out her excitement into my mouth in one-word statements. "Fuck...yes...harder...fuck...me..." I love it when she talks dirty like that, and I felt my balls contracting in pre-ejaculatory tension. I redoubled my efforts on her chest, pinching her nipples firmly and kissing her hard. Her gasps turned to cries, rising in pitch rapidly. We moved together towards a crashing orgasm that had us both moaning loudly for several intense seconds before slumping backwards into the couch together, my warm come leaking out of her slack pussy as my dick softened inside of her.

"That was hot," she smiled, kissing me, and I agreed.

**********

"Wait a minute, you're telling me your husband got turned on hearing about some old boyfriend of yours fucking you?" Terri said in disbelief.

Laura smiled widely. "I know it sounds kind of strange, but...yeah. Well, it wasn't just any 'old boyfriend' either."

Terri laughed. "Sure, it was this guy with the huge cock...bitch!" she exclaimed jealously.

"Look, just because a girl likes a big dick once in a while doesn't make her a bitch! Well...maybe a little. I could probably find his phone number for you if you want to ask him for a ride."

The women giggled wickedly. Terri leaned back into the couch and gazed at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment. Finally she glanced at Laura quizzically. "You think you still have his phone number, you say?"

"I'm sure I could track it down. Why, do you want to take me up on the offer?" Laura teased.

"Well, that might be fun... But actually what I was thinking was - no, that's too fucked up."

"What?" Laura burst out. Her curiosity was well piqued.

"Well, doesn't all this sex talk with your husband make you feel a little nostalgic for this guy? I mean if my husband was turned on by hearing about a guy I used to sleep with, I don't know, maybe I'd want to do something about that."

"Are you saying I ought to call Ed and just ask if he wants to fuck me?" Laura asked disbelievingly.

"No, I guess not. But you know, it crossed my mind. Just wishful thinking I guess."

"That's because you're a naughty little slut," Laura informed her friend with a big grin, slapping her playfully on the arm.

The idea of calling Ed stuck in her mind though. Their breakup hadn't been ugly, she recalled. In fact, she had broken up with him because even though he was well built and hung like a horse, they just hadn't had a strong connection emotionally. He had been disappointed and clearly wanted to keep seeing her. She wondered idly what he was up to these days. Was he married? Kids? Fat and hairy now? 

She chuckled softly. Ed had been one of those guys that naturally had a great body without needing to work hard at it, so the time he put in at the gym was like icing on the cake. She doubted he would have let that go.

She wasn't seriously considering calling him - she was very happy in her marriage and didn't care to jeopardize that, even for another shot at that monster cock. But the first inklings of an idea sprouted as she let her mind wander. If hearing about the sex she used to have with Ed had turned Jim on so much, perhaps she could drive him even wilder by planting the suggestion that maybe a get-together could be arranged. She loved to tease him anyway, and that should be enough to really get him going. 

Pleased with herself, she settled herself deeply into the couch and let her fingers slide inside her underwear to tease her sex as she made plans for the mind fuck that she was going to work her husband over with. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her nails raked lightly across her clit and she felt a warm gush of sticky honey matting her panties against her slit. Apparently her body had reacted to her train of thought as well. She decided that Jim was in for a hot night of sex after all and got a little more serious about masturbating to the scenario running through her mind as she sought to take the edge off her arousal.

**********

When I arrived home that evening from a long day of golfing at a nice course about an hour and a half away, I was a bit on the tired and sore side. I figured a hot shower was the first thing on my agenda; my dinner needs had been satisfied at the club's attached restaurant along with a couple of beers as well.

I was more than pleasantly surprised to find my sexy wife waiting patiently for me when I opened the door. She was wearing a slinky black mesh and lace negligee that clung to her ripe 36D breasts perfectly. She wore sexy evening makeup and the time she had spent finessing her hair was evident. I felt my pants tighten as my dick swelled at the sight of her. After the hot sex we'd had the previous day, I hadn't really anticipated doing much that evening, so finding her ready to go was a wonderful cap to my day.

As I set my clubs down next to the closet door, she strode directly up to me, high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. 

I felt her arms encircle my neck and then her red lips pressed firmly to mine while our tongues fluttered together. Finally breaking the kiss, she spoke huskily. "How would you like a massage to work those kinks out of your back from golf."

Those were magic words to my ears and I eagerly followed her to the bedroom, shedding my clothes as I went. By the time I reached the doorway, I was down to my boxers and my dick was starting to get hard. Laura touched it appreciatively and motioned me inside. True to her word, she had a towel lying on the bed and the massage oil was on the nightstand next to the bed.

Laura told me to lie on the towels face down and she dribbled some scented oil on the middle of my back. It was a little cold, but as her hands worked it into my skin it warmed up and felt great. She worked from my shoulders down, but focused a lot of her attention and skill on my lower back, digging her thumbs hard into muscles that are always a little sore after 18 holes of golf. Once she'd loosened them up, she switched the massage from therapeutic to sensual and erotic. Stripping my boxers off, she began to work on my ass and her oiled fingers worked there way down my butt crack to my balls. I spread my legs to give her better access and she took advantage by cupping my balls and rolling them with her fingers. She then moved back up and eased a finger up my asshole to play with my prostate. As she worked her finger around the back of my prostate my cock, already half hard, stiffened all the way. 

Laura knew the effect she was having on me and told me to turn over so she could work on the other side. Laura paid no attention to my hard-on, moving instead up to my shoulders and leaning over to kiss me. 

"Looks like you're enjoying this." I responded by thrusting my hips upward. She dribbled some more oil over the length of my cock and slowly ran her fingers up and down, softly caressing the entire shaft. The sensations were exquisite, but I wanted her to do it harder and faster—I just wanted to come. Laura had different ideas, though. She rose up, slipped her negligee off, straddled my head, and lowered her pussy to my mouth. 

I love licking her pussy but in all the times I'd done it, I'd never seen her so wet so fast. I licked up and down the entire length of her slit savoring the taste of her arousal. I stuck my tongue as far up inside her as I could, causing more of her nectar to flow into my mouth. I grabbed her hips and started flicking my tongue across her clit. As soon as I did, she groaned her approval and pressed her pussy against my mouth. I tongued her clit faster, vibrating the engorged little nub. When I started sucking on it, I felt her tensing up and I knew this was going to be a big one. Seconds later, it hit and Laura began shaking and quivering in the throes of her orgasm, her girl cum filling my mouth and covering my chin.

She slumped forward against the headboard of our bed, gasping for breath. Once she recovered, she slipped down to lie next to me, reached down between her legs to get her fingers all wet with her juices, and then wrapped them around my cock as she again started stroking me. She sensed that I was close and gripped my cock a little firmer. 

I leaned over and kissed her deeply. It had been some of the hottest sex we had had in quite some time and I wanted her to know that I appreciated what she had done. At the same time I wondered what caused her aggressive initiative to my return from playing golf.

"That was so hot," I broke the silence with the first words spoken in nearly an hour.

"You thought so, hmm?" she whispered. "I've been very horny today."

"I can see that. And I like it a lot. What brought that on?"

"Well, I was thinking about what we were talking about last night," she whispered, kissing me softly in between the words. My cock jumped when she said that and I felt her lips curl upwards in a smile. She kept stroking me firmly and continued. "I got so horny that I fingered myself. Well, at first I fingered myself. Then I went and got the big dildo out." 

I knew which one she meant - it was 10" inches long and well over 2" thick. It was my favorite toy to use on her, but she rarely used it alone because she thought it was a little too much to handle unless she was really turned on.

"I...well, I was imagining it was him. When I put it inside me it felt so good, so big...just like when he used to slide into me and I felt so stretched out inside." My cock was drooling pre-cum onto her hand and she was smearing it around my flesh. She was playing with her clit again as she spoke. We were both incredibly aroused.

"I came so hard imagining Ed was in me. And afterwards I was still horny, so I knew you were going to be in trouble tonight. But then I was doing some housecleaning and I found something."

"What?" I gasped as she fondled my balls.

"Ed's phone number."

I made the intended mental connection very quickly and she must have noticed it instantly as my cock swelled even more. "You didn't call him, did you?"

"I don't know...maybe," she teased, tracing my lips with her tongue. "Do you think I should? Who knows what might happen if I dialed that number. I'd probably want to fuck him again for real. Or maybe I did call it, and something happened..."

Laura was such a fucking incredible tease. I was almost incapable of coherent speech by that point. "You didn't," I finally managed.

"Didn't I?" It was a dangerous question, full of unknowns and innuendo.

"You're kind of quiet," she said dramatically. "Maybe I should just throw the number away and be done with it."

"No!" I gasped loudly. It just came out without any thought.

I heard her amused chuckles again and she worked my dick faster, the skin stretched tautly around it. "So you think I should keep it then," she confirmed. "I guess there's no reason to keep it if I'm not going to call him - that's pretty clear, right? But then if I call him, what am I going to tell him? Maybe I should just be honest and tell him I've been thinking about that huge cock of his and ask if he wants to fuck me again for old time's sake?"

She slid towards the middle of the bed and put those red lips around my cock, sucking me hard. She knew that I was on the edge anyway and she wanted to bring me off in her mouth. It didn't take long. I kept imagining her on her back with her legs wrapped around his ass, pulling him into her with that thick cock. I felt the rush of semen erupt from my cock and fill her mouth as her head bobbed on me. She swallowed most of it around my shaft and licked me clean, finally lifting her head from me. She moved to my face and kissed me deeply once again and I could taste myself in her mouth. She's never done that before, but I think she's become so accustomed to me eating her used pussy after we have fucked that it simply felt natural to her.

As she had anticipated, I was still aroused. 

"Now that we got that out of the way, you should be able to last a long time. The night is still young and I need to be fucked very badly right now."



The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 02



"So you're going to do it then?" Terri's voice inquired over the handset.

Laura had told her most, if not all, of the details of the previous night's encounter over the telephone the next day. Her friend was incredulous at both Laura's audacity, and the effect it had on me. 

"I don't know," Laura admitted. "It's not that I don't want to - I do. I really want to. But when I said all that stuff to him, I was just making most of it up. I hadn't even looked for the number at that point, but I wanted to see how he'd react."

"You have the number now though, don't you?"

"Hell yeah! I found it after he fell asleep and I also have his email address! It might be easier to send him an email trying to reconnect."

Terri laughed. "OK, let me get this straight. Your husband is really turned on by the idea of you fucking this guy and basically gave you the green light. You yourself admit that the guy has the biggest dick you've ever fucked and you're turned on by the idea too. But you're not sure if you're going to call him? Forgive me - if I were you I'd be on my hands and knees in front of this guy right now and my husband would be the last thing I was thinking of. Shit, if you don't do it, maybe I'll have to fuck this guy myself and let your husband watch since he's so interested in it!"

Laura burst into peals of laughter at that. "He'd probably love that. He's always thought you were sexy anyway and I'm sure he'd jump at the chance to see you naked, much less having sex with anyone. But," she continued, "You make a good point. I don't know why I just don't go ahead and call or send him an email message. He's probably married now anyway. Or he hates me or wouldn't want to screw me regardless."

"Don't be silly, Laura. I know half a dozen guys that would line up to fuck you. I've heard my husband and his friends talk about you when they think I'm not around. If you call this guy, you're going to sleep with him, period."

Laura decided the best way to approach Ed was to send him an email asking him how things were going in and effort to reconnect. She didn't think this would be as obvious as to what her real intensions were, at least at the start. She sent him an email asking what he was doing and how were things going with his family. She told him that she was finally married to someone she had dated for five years and over 20 years after she had dated Ed. 

She was surprised how quickly he responded. He was married and lived in the state just south of our home about three hours away. Overall things were good, but his wife had some health problems that were difficult to deal with. He immediately told her that he had fond memories of the time they dated two decades ago. He even was so bold as to say that he fantasized about fucking her when he masturbated. He said she was the sexiest woman that he had ever been with even after all these years. 

That was a bit surprising as well, but Laura was, nevertheless, flattered by his comments about their previous sex life. Maybe it was going to be a little easier to talk about perhaps fucking again than she thought. She sent him an email asking him what sort of health problems with his wife was he talking about. She was curious as to why a married man of his age was masturbating rather than just making love to his wife. 

In his reply, he said his wife had MS and was slowly getting weaker as the disease progressed. One of the complications of MS is that the majority of women experience sexual dysfunction making normal sexual relations at best difficult and most times impossible; unfortunately that was the case with his wife. And that was why he'd turned to memories of fucking Laura for his masturbatory images. 

Laura's sympathy for Ed's marital situation didn't stop her from escalating the talk about sex in the next email. She wrote back that she was sorry to hear about his wife and mentioned that given the sex drive that she remembered he had, it must be especially hard for him to satisfy his needs. She told him she was enjoying married life and her sex life was good in that her new husband was quite adventurous in the bedroom. Jim was not a young stud but he was getting her to try some new things with some toys that she had not ever imagined had existed. She then dropped the not so subtle hint that Jim was not the jealous type and was encouraging her to contact some of her old lovers. 

It didn't take long for Ed to respond, asking what she meant by his encouraging her to contact him: Did "encouragement" mean that he was fine with email exchanges, her or was it more than that? He said he definitely was interested in chatting with her and if she was interested in more than that, that was all the better. He wondered what Laura had told Jim about their previous relationship. Ed knew that they didn't have anything to base a long term relationship on back then, but the sex had been amazing; better than anything he had experienced since they broke up. 

Pushing things further in her next email, Laura explained that she had shared with her husband everything about her time with Ed, and had confessed that she still recalled fondly—and vividly—enjoying the biggest cock that she had ever known. She said Jim was not jealous or intimated at all by these revelations and had even pressed her for details on just how big Ed's cock was and how it felt to have it deep inside her pussy. As far as doing anything more than just emailing or IM'ing each other, Laura simply suggested Ed use his imagination—and not worry about Jim. 

That, of course, got Ed's attention and he immediately replied that his imagination was running wild about what they could do together and the kind of relationship she seemed to have with her new husband. He asked her whether it was truly an open relationship where both were free to fuck others? 

Laura waited a day and sent Ed a reply saying that she was glad that he still had a good imagination and hoped he was having naughty thoughts. As for her marriage, she said it was "sort of open," but not completely. In fact it was only partially open for her and not at all for him. She told Ed that Jim had a fantasy of watching her being fucked by a big cock, and maybe participating in a threesome with another man. He did not want to fuck other women and Laura didn't want that either. When it came to making the fantasy a reality, Jim's only stipulations were that he wanted to know whom she was with, he wanted to watch if possible, and he hoped he could participate as well. She told Ed that Jim thought, given what he'd heard about her relationship with Ed, maybe he would be a good candidate for a threesome. "So," she wrote, ending the email, "could you possibly imagine something like that happening?" 

Ed was excited when he read her email, but not sure how to respond. He had fantasized for years about fucking Laura again, but those fantasies had never included another man let alone he husband, in any way. When he finally wrote back, he confessed he very much wanted to have sex with her again, but was ambivalent about having her husband being there watching them. He said he might feel different later, but he was a little nervous about it right now. "Any way we could get together without him—at least until I feel more comfortable with the whole situation?" 

Laura read Ed's reply and her first reaction was disappointment. She wanted to feel Ed's big cock deep inside her pussy again, but she knew that her husband wanted to participate in some way. It was, after all, his idea and she simply couldn't do it without him. She realized she'd have to be creative her mind went into high gear as she thought of how to make this work for everybody. She smiled when she thought she had the solution—and told Ed not to worry—just let her take care of the arrangements.

She was immediately wet, thinking about how that cock would feel inside her again. Ed had been able to reach places inside her that no other man, and she'd experienced a level of sexual excitement and near constant arousal that she'd never known. 

**********

For the next three weeks everything seemed normal on the surface. Life was routine in most respects, but I did notice that Laura seemed hornier with each passing week. She wanted sex more often and using the 10" dildo became a regular part of our lovemaking, invariably giving my wife her most intense orgasms.

So when I woke up one morning fully erect, I figured she'd be up for at least a quickie before going off to work. I snuggled up close behind her, slid my stiff cock between the soft warmth of her ass cheeks, and started gently massaging her breasts. 

"Mmmmmm, now that's my idea of an alarm clock," she said, rolling over, kissing me, and grabbing my dick. "I love waking up to that!"

"Isn't this the kind you "get" off as opposed to "turning" off?"

I laughed and groaned as she stroked my shaft and teased the head with her fingers. She threw off the covers, slid down and eased the tip between her lips, rubbing the sensitive underside with her tongue. 

"Yum, I do love the taste of your pre-cum!"

Without another word, she swallowed my entire length and held me deep in her throat a second or two before backing off and doing the same thing again, then again, and again. It wasn't what I'd had in mind, but I sure as hell wasn't complaining! It was one of those things I'd been thrilled to discover early on in our relationship: Laura gives the best head I've ever experienced—she is just simply a great cocksucker!

I moaned, reveling in the exquisite sensations, already anticipating the pleasure of exploding in her mouth.

Slowly, deliberately swirling her tongue all around, she pulled my cock out of her mouth. 

"Hold on, there, big boy," she said. "I know what you want, but...

...you're not going to get it quite yet."

I moaned again—in disappointment. 

She gripped my shaft, now slick with my pre-cum and her saliva, and slowly stroked it 

"I have other plans for this, and I think you'll find the wait more than worth it."

"I'm going into work early, so I can have time to give you a very special sensual treat tonight." She took my hand and rubbed my fingers over her pussy.

"See how wet I am? I want you to think about that all day, but don't you dare make yourself cum! I want you storing up lots of sexual energy and anticipation, 'cause I think you're going to find this evening very, very exciting!"

What the....? There I was, about as hard as I'd ever been, her hand still sliding up and down my shaft as she talked, and she was telling me to wait?! To wait until tonight?!

With that, she kissed me passionately, and promptly got out of bed. Forty-five minutes later, she'd showered, eaten breakfast, and was out the door. I was left with a final warning to save myself for the evening. 

With no real option except to focus on something else—anything else—I ran some errands and then headed to the golf course. It was a perfect day, but my game sucked. My mind just kept flashing back to the morning, and wondering what my wife had in store for me this evening. So after 18 holes, I called it quits, grabbed a beer in the clubhouse, and headed home, hoping my torture would soon be coming to an end.

It was around 6:30 when I got back to the house and I really expected Laura to be there. So I was a bit surprised—and disappointed—when she wasn't. I saw her note, though, as soon as I walked into the kitchen.

"My dearest Jim,

At this very moment, you're probably wondering where I am and what is going on. Remember what I said this morning about having a special treat for you when you got home tonight? Well, the fact that I'm not home right now is the start of a little sensual adventure we're going to have tonight, and I think you're going to enjoy it. 

So what I want you to do is get on the computer at 7:30 and open your messenger. I will contact you then. 

Your loving wife, Laura"

Now I was really perplexed and my mind was racing. What was she doing and where was she? I checked in the living room for Laura's computer where it usually lay next to the recliner, but it was gone, so she must have taken it with her—wherever she was right now. She'd told me she was going to have a treat for me, and her note mentioned a "sensual adventure," but now I had no idea what she had in mind. What I did know, was that my wife's naughty, kinky side had taken over, and I while I might "suffer" a bit waiting to see exactly what was going to happen, I was indeed going to enjoy it when it did.

The next hour dragged on for what seemed like ten. Imagining what she was up to, and how this whole little scenario she'd set up was going to play out just added to my lustful anticipation. Somehow I knew this was going to a very special evening. 

At 7:20, I got my laptop, turned in on, logged on, and waited. At 7:30 sharp, there she was on IM:

"Are you ready to have some fun?" she typed. 

I smiled and replied, " All depends what you have in mind."

"You need to be patient, you will find out shortly."

"Where are you?"

"Well, let's just say I'm close by and about to satisfy one of your fantasies."

"And just how do you propose to do that if you are not here? "Cybersex with you has never been one of my top ten fantasies—not when I have the real thing!"

"No, my love, we're not going to 'cyber.' This, I think you'll find, is going to be much, much better."

An invitation to view a web cam came up and I eagerly accepted. 

The first thing I saw was my wife smiling at me, dressed in the clothes she'd worn to work. I remember thinking then that they were unusually sexy for a day at the office, and she was even hotter now with her hair down and a look or pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes. I could see in the background that she was in a hotel room somewhere; a king-sized bed dominated the room and lights were dimmed, but still providing more than enough for the web cam to pick up everything.

As I watched, Laura told me to get ready to enjoy the next couple of hours because she was certainly going to. She then turned to her left and what appeared to be the lower torso of a man stepped into the view of the web cam. Laura's hands reached out to fondle the obvious bulge in his trousers. She wasted no time unbuckling his belt, unzipping him, and pulling his slacks down, revealing tight briefs and a barely contained monster of a cock that wasn't even fully erect yet. 

Laura reached up and grabbed the top of the briefs, pulling down. I had to admit that what came into view was impressive: still only semi-hard, it looked to be at least 7 or 8 inches long rising above a pair of large balls. Laura looked into the web cam and reached up to cup his balls with her right hand and grab his cock with her left where I saw the wedding ring that, less than a year ago, I'd slipped on her finger. My pulse quickened and my own cock began to rise, as though Laura was fondling me at the same time. 

I'd fantasized about seeing my wife with another man for quite some time and she knew what that fantasy did when we played it out in bed. Now there she was in real life, holding another man's cock and balls. I couldn't get out of my own clothes fast enough!

I watched, mesmerized, as Laura leaned forward, brought the head of the cock up to her lips and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip. It immediately began to stiffen more and grow as she sucked the entire head into her mouth. As she worked her lips up and down the shaft, the monster grew to its fully aroused state. It had to be 9, if not 10, inches long and my wife's hand just barely managed to close around it as she slowly stroked up and down the slick shaft. 

Laura looked into the web cam. "You like this, don't you? You've always told me you wanted to see this, so...."

By now I was well aware that the big cock belonged to Ed. 

"I've been thinking about this for months. See his balls? They're full of nice, hot, sweet cum, 'cause poor Ed hasn't had sex for at least two weeks. He's going to work that big dick deep into my pussy, fuck me hard, and cum inside me. And you get to watch—just like you've always dreamed."

I was watching, all right. I couldn't take my eyes off her mouth as she sucked Ed, easing him further and further into her throat. She eased off, and looked straight into the web cam as she continued stroking him and fondling his balls. I couldn't see Ed's face, but I heard him moaning.

"And I have to be honest, my love. This is just as much for me as it is to fulfill your fantasy. You know all about Ed and me, and how I loved being fucked by his big cock. And I suspect, these past few weeks, you've been well aware that when you were using that big dildo on me, I was thinking about Ed's cock and how it would feel to have him deep up inside me again."

I couldn't argue with that. I knew it—and I knew how that realization had added immeasurably, surprisingly, to my own excitement. 

"I know you actually wanted to be in the room to watch me with another man. Ed wasn't quite ready for that yet, and I couldn't wait any longer to have this monster again." She turned back and sucked him again, flicking her tongue over the fleshy head, teasing out a drop of pre-cum that glistened in the light for an instant before she devoured it.

Laura smacked her lips. "Mmmmmmm, even better than I remember! Anyway, this is the compromise solution I came up with. Ed—obviously—is fine with it, and you can see how I feel. I took a chance, I know, but somehow I knew you'd accept it as well."

I responded with a resounding "yes," thrilled that she was doing something that I didn't think she would ever actually do. I knew, too, that this was just the first step and that sooner or later I'd be in the same room with the two of them. 

Laura stood up, firmly gripping Ed's cock, and leading him up onto the bed. She took off his shirt, the last thing he had on, and pushed him down, his massive dick bouncing against his abs, then jutting straight up, throbbing. Quickly stripping off her blouse and wriggling out of her skirt as she stood above him, it was obvious that my wife wasn't interested in any foreplay or slow, sensual, lovemaking. She wanted to fuck, the feel Ed inside her again.

Ed was leaning back against a mountain of pillows and I could see by the expression on his face that he had the same thing in mind. He gazed up lustily at my wife as she unhooked her bra and caressed her breasts. She slid her hand down into her panties, obviously strumming her clit as her hips gyrated slowly to her own internal sensual rhythm. All the while, she was looking straight into Ed's eyes and running her tongue over her lips. 

Unwilling and unable to resist any longer, Ed sat up, reached forward, and grabbed my wife's legs, tracing his fingers up the inside of her thighs. He pulled her panties to one side and shoved two fingers deep into her slick pussy. I watched Laura's knees start to buckle as she began gasping for breath in the throes of what I knew all too well to be the first of many orgasms she would certainly have before the night was over. Ed added a third, then a fourth finger as Laura shamelessly humped his hand. I was certain I could see her juices sliding down his wrist. 

My wife, eyes glazed with desire, looked into the web cam. "No more waiting, Jim. This is what you've wanted to see—and god knows this is what I've wanted—for some time now." With that, she pulled away from Ed's hand, tugged her panties down her legs, and stepped out of them as she straddled Ed's lap and began to lower herself, her pussy aligned perfectly with the throbbing shaft jutting straight up below her. She dropped to her knees, reached down, and started rubbing that monster cock all along her slit, all the while looking straight at me through the web cam. 

Suddenly she dropped right on it, taking all 10 inches at once, impaling herself completely. 




The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 02



For a moment she didn't move at all, but I could see her entire body quivering and I knew she was focused entirely on the feel of Ed's cock once again filling her tight cunt. Slowly, she raised up and I saw about half of Ed's fuck pole emerge, glistening with her juices, before she lunged down on it. Then up again, nearly all of him coming out of her before she lowered herself, taking him in to the hilt.

I watched as she increased her pace, fucking him faster, bouncing on his thighs, as he arched up to meet her, burying himself deep. She was riding him hard, rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples with one hand while the other worked furiously on her clit. Her hair whipped around her face and a fine sheen of sweat now covered her body. Ed grabbed my wife's hips, holding her down tight against him as he ground into her. Laura groaned and began moving her hips in a circular motion. I knew she was probably squeezing her vaginal muscles as well—something that always sent me over the edge. 

Ed bent his knees and pulled his feet up, spreading my wife's legs wide and giving me clear view of her pussy lips splayed around his thick, red, shaft. Another, deeper groan filled the room and Ed again thrust his hips up. I saw his balls contract and I knew he was right on the verge of cumming in my wife. 

Laura's wail confirmed it and she started shaking uncontrollably as she was clearly feeling the sharp stabs of hot cum shooting deep in her cunt. Ed kept himself buried deep as the first ropes of his seed spewed into my wife, but within seconds he was again fucking her hard and fast, gripping her hips and moving her body up and down on his cock. 

My wife arched her back and grabbed Ed's arms for support, her tits thrust out and bouncing in time with his strokes. Her throat and breasts flushed a deep pink as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure racked her body. She was gasping for breath and making sounds I'd never heard when we fucked.

I was absolutely hypnotized—so transfixed with what I was watching that I'd actually stopped stroking myself. Unconsciously, I was squeezing the base of my cock hard, trying vainly to simulate the sensation of Laura's tight pussy grabbing me, milking me as she came when I was balls-deep inside her. Pre-cum had been leaking out almost the entire time I'd been watching and had dribbled down onto my fingers and balls. I hadn't cum, but it looked like it.

Laura slumped back on Ed, his hands fondling her tits and moving down to feel her slick pussy. He reached under her arms and pulled her whole body up just enough to cause his massive prick to slide out, shining with their co-mingled cum. Laura, slowly recovering but still languishing in the afterglow of a magnificent fucking, spread her lips wide and squeezed. A stream of Ed's spunk oozed out, sliding, white and sticky, down her slit, and she gently massaged it into the folds of her pussy.

Raising herself up again, my wife, smiled, looking right into the web cam—right into my eyes—as she dipped two fingers into her folds, scooping out another massive dollop of Ed's cum. Staring right at me, she brought her cum-covered fingers to her lips and sucked them deep into her mouth. 

She smiled again, then rolled off and cuddled up next to Ed, reaching down to gently caress his cock and balls, while he reached down and fondled my wife's ass. It was a picture of perfect sexual contentment, and I felt a sharp pang of jealousy, resentment, and sadness well up inside me. And it wasn't because my wife had just fucked another man—her big-dicked ex-boyfriend. I wanted to be there—not watching on a fucking web cam. My dick, however, wasn't at all conflicted; it was still painfully erect, throbbing, pulsing out little drops of pre-cum. 

They just lay there awhile, their bodies glistening with sweat, kissing and holding each other, until Ed got up and brought the laptop down to the bed to get a close-up of her wet, sloppy pussy—the lips red and swollen, globs of cum still seeping out and sliding down her ass. In the background I heard Laura tell him that was the best fuck she had had in years, that his big cock felt so good in her pussy, and that she couldn't believe how much cum he'd shot into her. 

Ed then said something that I bet Laura didn't expect any more than I did. He said the fact that someone was watching him over the web cam added to his excitement. 

"Too bad Jim's not here," I heard my wife say. "I'd like nothing more than to have him cleaning up this wet, sloppy pussy while you watch." 

I'd lapped up my own cum from her pussy, her ass, her breasts lots of times, but until now the thought of sucking another man's cum out of my wife's cunt had never crossed my mind. Strangely, I found the idea just added to my excitement and at that point I wanted desperately to be there with them, down between her legs, doing exactly as she suggested. 

I started stroking myself again, knowing I was just seconds away from the most intense orgasm of my life when Laura said, "No! Don't cum yet! Don't cum until I get back home!"

I groaned in frustration. "Alright, but I don't know how long I can hold out!"

Laura laughed. "It'll be worth it—trust me!"



The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 03



I saw Laura slide off the bed as Ed put the computer back on the dresser. A few minutes later, she came back into camera ranged, crawled up on the bed, straddled Ed's waist and looked over her shoulder into the webcam.

"Are you ready for round two?" she asked. 

I thought about if for a second, with mixed feelings. I had enjoyed watching Laura get fucked even if I was not there and was sure that it would be just as exciting to watch it again, but my cock was rock hard and my balls desperately needed relief—they were ready to explode and I honestly didn't know if I could stand watching another round without being able to cum. 

She must have seen the torment on my face—or read my mind.

"Remember, Jim; you started this. I admit I was happy to go along, but right now I just want to have Ed fuck me again and again with his huge cock. I'm not ready to come home just yet. You told me to enjoy myself and that's what I intend to do. You can watch or not—just as long as you keep your promise not to cum until I get home."

With that she moved her hand down to Ed's crotch and began to play with his cock and balls. It hadn't been 20 minutes since he'd cum, but Ed was starting to respond to her touch. Of course he was 16 years younger, but the short recovery time was still impressive. Once again my eyes were drawn to Laura's left hand as she slowly stroked his hardening cock. Seeing the glint of her wedding ring as her hand caressed another man's cock had an affect on my psyche that was even stronger than I had imagined. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock seemed to get even harder. 

I watched on my computer as Ed caressed my wife's beautiful body, stroking her breasts, causing her nipples to stand at attention. He spooned up to her from the back—exactly like I do with her—and began thrusting against her ass. She lifted her left leg a little to give him better access. He slid down a little and she moaned as his cock entered her. At the same time, he reached around and started to play with her clit. Laura loved to be fucked from behind and I knew this was one position she'd probably wanted most to re-live with Ed. 

She raised up on her hands and knees, displaying her glistening cunt lips for me briefly before moving around so I could have the full benefit of seeing her impaled on Ed's huge shaft. Ed grabbed her hips and moved her around further, denying me that view, but positioning her so that she was looking straight at the web cam, staring right into my eyes. I knew by the way her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent moan that Ed was again entering my wife, stretching her, filling her in a way I couldn't. Seconds later, my wife's eyes opened wide, she look straight at me, smiled, and licked her lips.

"Oh, god, so good, so big, so hot.... Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Ed!" 

Ed seemed to ignore her pleas—as though he was intent on teasing her with long, slow, steady strokes. Again, by the look on her face I could tell when he was bottoming out—and when he'd withdrawn almost completely. With the web cam angled the way it was, I couldn't see his face; I could only see his abs and his hands grabbing my wife's hips as he fucked her, gradually increasing his pace, her full tits swaying back and forth, erect nipples brushing against the sheets with each thrust. 

I could see on Laura's face that she was close. Her breathing became labored as Ed thrust into her harder and harder by the minute. With each stroke Laura's body was pushed closer to the camera. I could hear their bodies slapping into each other and if Ed had not been holding her hips she would not have been able to stay upright. Ed was shoving all 10 inches of his cock as far into her pussy as he could and doing it as hard as he could. 

She raised her head and looked at me one more time before her eyes closed, her face flushed deep crimson, and a prolonged moaning emerged from somewhere deep, deep inside—my wife was cumming with an intensity I'd never seen before! 

"Yes, yes, don't stop! Fuck me, Ed. Fill my cunt with your cum! I want it, I need it...NOW!"

I heard Ed grunting and saw him bend forward over my Laura's back, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her hard back against him. There was no mistaking it—he was taking my wife just the way she wanted it—he was pumping his load deep inside her yet again as she milked every last drop from him. 

Laura's arms gave out and she collapsed flat on the bed, bringing Ed's face into camera range as he fell with her, keeping them coupled, his huge cock buried to the hilt in my wife's convulsing pussy. He looked briefly into the web cam, grinned, and then bent down to kiss my wife's neck—a post-coital caress I knew she loved. She sighed, turned her head and kissed him deeply. 

I could hardly believe what I had just seen and my cock was again painfully hard and slick with pre-cum. I was going crazy with lust after seeing my wife fucked hard by her big-cocked former boyfriend. When I looked at Laura lying on the bed with Ed on top of her I thought that maybe she had passed out. A few seconds later, though, she raised her head and looked at the camera.

"I love you for letting me do this. I love Ed's big cock, but he knows—and I need you to know—that I don't love him. It's a purely sexual attraction, the 'thing' I have for big cocks." I could see the love in her eyes as she smiled at me, adding, "Jim, sweetie, I never dreamed you would let me fuck someone else, let alone that you'd enjoy watching it! Are you happy I helped you realize one of your fantasies?"

I told her she was the sexiest wife in the world and it had been even better than I'd imagined. 

"The only problem with how we've made this fantasy a reality is that I'm in agony right now—I need you!"

Laura smiled.

"Well, my love, I've got some bad news for you. Right now I couldn't help you very much even if I was there--I am completely sated and Ed fucked me so hard there's no way I could handle another cock tonight. Besides, you said you wanted me to make the most of Ed being here, so....

"...I'm going to sleep here tonight and in the morning I'm going to get Ed to fill me up one more time. That's what I'm going to bring home to you tomorrow, my love—a well-fucked pussy still slick with Ed's cum. Will you be ready to fuck me, then? Will you be ready to take your "sloppy seconds?" 

I groaned. "Ready?" Was she kidding? She was right about one thing, though. I did tell her she should take full advantage of Ed being down here, so I had only myself to blame. Well, not quite—it wasn't my idea to hold off and not cum until Laura came home. In the end, though, I'd agreed, so my own promise was got me into this predicament: an erection that hadn't gone down for hours, and balls aching to release the load that had built up.

"I'm shutting down now, Jim. I'll be home tomorrow around noon, but if you want, you can watch Ed fuck me again before he leaves. Just remember your promise—no jerking off. You can masturbate all you want, just don't cum. Save it all for me! Sweet dreams!"

My beautiful wife, who—with my encouragement—had just been royally fucked by another man, told me she loved me more than ever but she also loved how it felt to have Ed's big cock inside her again. That feeling of fullness was the only thing that I could not give her and she appreciated that I cared so much for her that I allowed her to experience that pleasure again. She blew me a kiss and turned the web cam off, leaving me with all the mental images of what I'd witnessed over the past few hours, and wondering how the hell I could stand another round without breaking my promise. By tomorrow morning, I might not even have to touch myself—just seeing them fucking again could send me over the edge.

Of course having sweet dreams depended on being able to sleep in the first place. I had just spent the last couple of hours watching my biggest fantasy: having my beautiful wife fucked by a big—no huge—cock come true. Other than not being there physically, it had been everything I had hoped it would be. I knew Laura would enjoy having Ed's big cock inside her, but her enthusiasm was beyond my expectations. Both of them were obviously into fucking each other again and the level of the intensity was almost incendiary. The problem I now faced was how to handle the huge amount of sexual tension pulsing through my body. Still, I had waited a long time to live out this fantasy and I didn't want to just jerk myself off when I knew that in a few hours Laura would be here with me.



The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 04



Laura woke up in a strange bed at the Country Inn and felt a hard cock nestled firmly between the cheeks of her ass. She sighed contentedly, recalling what that cock had done to her just hours ago, and pushed back against it, feeling her pussy moisten instantly in anticipation of more fun. Cupping her breast and rolling her already stiff nipple between his thumb and forefinger Ed sent a shiver of excitement coursing directly from her nipple to her pussy. She lifted her leg a little and grabbed Ed's hard cock, slipping it down the crack of her ass and sliding its huge head along the wet folds of her. 

Ed groaned, "Damn, woman! I sure have missed that!" He began moving his hips and Laura guided his cockhead just where she wanted, teasing her outer lips, rubbing it against her clit, pulling it just inside her, getting it all nice and wet with her now copious flow. 

"Yes, baby, and I've missed this!" she said as she squeezed his cock. "Now let me feel that monster up inside me again!"

Laura positioned Ed's cockhead right at the entrance to her pussy and he pressed himself against her ass, his dick sliding easily all the way up her cunt. 

"Uunnhhh, god, yes! So full, so full of cock!"

Ed began to thrust slowly in and out of her, reveling in the feel of warm, tight, wet pussy on his cock. Laura pushed back against him, squeezing her vaginal muscles around the fiery hot shaft. It was the kind of unrushed, sensual fuck they'd always enjoyed after they'd gotten past the first torrid, urgent couplings. 

"Baby," Laura whispered between moans, "play with ass, please?"

Well, Ed thought, this is a new kink—she'd never been into that when they were together before. More than happy to oblige, however, he slid a finger up her pussy, wetting it with her juices before circling it teasingly around the tight little bud of her sphincter.

"Ohhhh, godddd! Inside, please, put it inside! Finger-fuck my ass while your big dick fills my cunt!"

Ed complied, shoving his index finger all the way in. It had been a long time since he'd engaged in any ass play with a woman, and Laura's sweet little rear door was as hot and tight as any he could remember. He set up a nice, slow rhythm, fucking both her holes, and his cock seemed to get even harder with the additional pressure of his finger in her ass. 

Laura let out a series of deep, long, keening moans as she came. Ed felt her spasms as her pussy contracted on his cock and her ass clenched his finger. He waited, letting the spasms subside and then started to move again, ready to pursue his own release.

"No, babe, wait...wait, please." Laura reached back, grabbed his hand, and eased the finger from her ass before pulling her hips away, causing his cock to slip out. Quickly, she hopped off the bed, turned on the computer, activated the web cam, and sent an invitation to Jim giving him access. "Be there, my love," she thought, "be there. Join us again, please."

**********

It had been hours since I'd witnessed my wife fucking her big-dicked ex-boyfriend. Much to my surprise, I'd actually drifted off to sleep pretty quickly after she'd ended the show. Although I'd been sexually charged way beyond anything I'd ever experienced and, as best I could recall, still had a throbbing erection when sleep came, I must have been emotionally exhausted, because I crashed hard. 

When I did wake up and looked at the clock, I wondered if I should call a doctor immediately, since it had been close to seven hours since I'd nodded off and I still had that throbbing erection!

I managed to crawl out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for some desperately needed coffee, my morning wood bouncing in front of me the whole way. Thank god I'd programmed the coffee maker before getting online last night! A few swigs and now I had a throbbing, caffeinated cock. 

My timing was impeccable, because I'd just settled into my chair and logged on when Laura's message came up on the screen. I quickly accepted and watched as Laura's smiling face, sporting the telltale signs of a recent orgasm, came into focus.

"Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well? Did you sleep at all? I hope so because I'll be home in a few more hours and I want you up and ready for me!"

I chuckled. "Well, I did get some sleep alright and if I had my cam on, I'd show you just how 'up and ready' I am!" 

She laughed and blew me a kiss.

"Looks like you started without me," I said.

I swear Laura blushed at that.

"Well... sort of." Ed, too, was 'up and ready' and I was wet and more than willing, so...."

"But, see?" she said, pointing to Ed lying in the background, his huge dick sticking straight up, glistening with my wife's pussy juice. "I'm the only one who's gotten off so far. Ed filled my pussy with his cock and then I had him finger my ass. You know what that does to me, lover!"

I smiled. I sure did. That was one of our favorite activities. What puzzled me was how the hell Ed hadn't cum yet. When I'm fingering my wife's ass and fucking her, her response is overwhelming—I can never hold out for more than a minute or two.

"Funny you should mention having your cam on. That's exactly what I'd like you to do—turn it on. Then I want you to strip off any clothes you might have on, and make sure the cam is pointed right at your cock."

I did as I was told and then watched as Laura climbed up on the bed with Ed. Immediately, she threw a leg across his lap, grabbed his cock and started sliding it back and forth across her wet, swollen pussy lips. The camera was aimed directly at the front of Laura and all I could see was Ed's legs and his balls nestled under her neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair. She stayed that way for a couple of minutes obviously enjoying the feeling of being completely filled with the biggest cock she had ever had inside her. 

Laura looked into the camera, arched her back, and raised her hands to cup her big beautiful breasts and play with her nipples. She was clearly enjoying being an exhibitionist and was playing to the camera for my viewing pleasure. After playing with her breasts for e few minutes, Laura leaned forward, grabbed Ed's thighs, and placed her hand on Ed's thighs so she could raise her ass off of his cock to fuck him at her pace. She rose so that only the head of his cock remained in her pussy and then lowered herself to the bottom so that only his balls were visible 

"Are you gonna keep teasing me, babe? I'm not complaining—I love what you're doin' but I sure would like to be back inside you," I heard Ed say.

"You mean like this?" Laura said as she lunged down on Ed's shaft, and started running her fingers lightly over his balls.

"Oh, god, yes! Jeez, woman, you are so hot and tight and wet!" 

I watched as my wife began bouncing on Ed's lap, sliding up and down his long, thick pole as her cunt lips gripped it and left it slick and shiny with her juices. I'd seen this only a few hours ago, but I was still captivated by the sight. My wife being fucked—well, fucking, actually—another man, a guy with a huge cock! I grabbed my own and started stroking it, smearing my already copious around the head and down the shaft, knowing full well what Ed was feeling and imagining her mouth sliding up and down my shaft while she fucked him.

"You...are...one...lucky...man...Jim...!" Ed kind of grunted out the words as my wife fucked him harder, rising higher and slamming herself down on him over and over again. She was diddling her clit at the same time and then I saw her eyes open wide at some new, unexpected sensation.

"Ooohhhhh, yeahhhh, do it! All the way! Harder!'

I knew right away that Ed had started finger-fucking my wife's ass again.

I also knew that Laura was fixated on the sight of me stroking my cock on cam but I had to stop. I wanted desperately to cum, but I didn't want to break my promise to Laura, so I squeezed the base of my shaft hard and then just took my hand off.

"Yes, baby, fuck him hard," I told her. "Squeeze that tight cunt around his cock, let him do your hot ass with his finger! You actually want two inside you don't you?" 

"Uunnnhhhhhh...hunnnnhhhhh...." Laura groaned, her eyes glazing over in that lust-filled expression I knew meant she was really, really close.

She gasped. 

"That's what she's got now, Jim," Ed said. "I've just slid another finger in that sweet little ass! See how she loves that? I think she just might like you in her ass while I fuck her pussy!"

That was all it took. Laura's entire body went rigid as she came, her eyes wide, staring at my cock on the computer screen, her mouth open in a soundless scream of intense pleasure, a deep crimson blush spreading across her neck and chest. 

I saw Ed stiffen as well, his hips rising almost completely off the bed, lifting my wife as he drove deep into her. His balls pulled up tight against the base of his shaft and I knew that he was shooting rope after rope of hot cum right up against my wife's cervix, planting his seed deep in her womb. If she weren't on the pill, he'd be impregnating her for sure.

It was too much—way too much—for me.

I couldn't stop. I lost control. I grabbed my cock and squeezed the base again, but it didn't matter.

"AAAHHHH, LAURA!!!!!!" I yelled, as I felt my own searing cum shoot out, the first hot burst reaching my lips and chin, the second, third, and fourth coating my neck and chest.

"YESSSSS! Ohhhh, godddddd...." Laura screamed, another huge orgasm wracking her body.

There was nothing else I could do—my promise was already broken—so I started stroking my cock, and was amazed as another series of forceful explosions sent more cum spewing all over my abs and dripping down my fingers and over my balls. 

"Goddam, Jim! That's incredible!" Ed, his arms wrapped around my wife's waist, his cock buried inside her cunt, his cum mixing with hers even as he felt the second tsunami crash through her body, had seen me cum—seen me cum without touching myself and then, when I did start stroking, cum again within seconds.

My wife looked as though she had passed out—she was limp, her head bent forward rocking back and forth, her body still quivering. Ed's arms around her waist were the only things holding her up. His head was resting on her shoulder, and he just looked at me, smiling.

I'd slumped back in my chair, overwhelmed by the intensity of my own orgasm and all the sights and sounds of the past hour. I felt my cum dripping off my lip, and stuck my tongue out to catch it. 

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry we made you cum, but that was sooo hot—seeing you cum without touching yourself and then cum again right away. You have anything left for me when I get home?" Laura had recovered, and was leaning forward, her beautiful big breasts pressing against Ed's legs as she gazed into the cam.

"Well, certainly not as much now, but don't you worry," I said, wagging my still half hard cock at her. "All I'll have to do is remember the sight of you and Ed fucking, and I'll be hard as steel and ready to fill you with my cum."

Ed was rubbing my wife's back and squeezing her ass when he looked into the cam and said, "Hey, Jim. I gotta thank you, man. You have no idea what last night and this morning have meant to me. You're a hell of a lucky man to have this woman as your wife—and she's damn lucky to have you." 

"I sure am, my love! I'll be home soon." My wife rolled off of Ed's now soft cock, leaned over and kissed it, and holding her hand tight over her pussy, climbed off the bed and went to get dressed. A few minutes later she re-appeared in front of the cam in bra and panties.

"Jim, sweetie, I'm heading out in a few minutes. This has been very special and I love you for letting me have this time with Ed. But now I want you. See you soon." She blew me a kiss and shut down the cam.

I couldn't wait for Laura to get home. I found myself wondering what it would be like to eat her when she got home, still carrying remnants of Ed's cum—maybe a whole lot of "remnants." I thought about what she would taste like, her juices and his all intermingled. I also wondered if her pussy would be lose and stretched after getting fucked so much by Ed's huge cock. 

I kept re-playing in my mind everything I'd seen and heard since last night, especially this morning as Ed filled my wife's pussy once more while fingering her ass. I was surprised at her reaction (as well as mine!) when he said he thought she'd like having the two of us fuck her—me in her ass and him in her cunt. I'd certainly had one fantasy fulfilled, and granted my wife one of hers in the process. She got to fuck Ed again, and I got see it. As exciting as it was watching on the web cam, I wanted the real thing even more now. I wanted to be with my wife while Ed fucked her. I wanted the two of us inside her at the same time. And after we'd both cum in her, I wanted to go down on her and clean her up.

I found my cock getting stiff.

Just under an hour later, Laura's car pulled into the garage. I was in the kitchen, waiting—thinking of how I would grab her as soon as she came in, lay her on the kitchen table and feast on her sweet, cum-filled pussy, and then fuck her until our juices were mixed.

As the door opened, I moved to carry out my plan, but stopped immediately, a huge grin spreading across my face.

Right behind my lovely wife, was Ed.



The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 05



My wife immediately walked up to me and we kissed passionately. Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I could taste something different on her lips. She looked radiant, more vibrant and alive than I have ever seen her. I held her tight and told her that I loved her so much for understanding my fantasy and making it possible. She responded that she loved me for encouraging her to do what she did and then said that we were not done with everything that I fantasized about. She hoped that I didn't mind having Ed come home with her, but after what had happened during the last day, she didn't want the feeling to end quite yet. I told her that I felt the same way and I was looking forward to the next phase in this new relationship. I looked over her shoulder and saw Ed smiling while listening to what we were saying. 

As we held each other Laura ran her hand down to my crotch and after noting that my penis was rock hard, said that it appeared that my cock agreed with shat I had just told her. I told her that in this case actions speak just as strongly as words and I was ready to do what she had told me she wanted just over an hour ago. I ran my hands down her back, over her ass and along her legs. Finally I worked my fingers under her skirt and up to her panties. As I felt her crotch, her panties were wet and her pussy seemed to be hot to the touch. I ran my middle finger under the elastic around her legs and slid it into her pussy. It was wet, but also a little more sticky than usual when she was excited. I guessed than some of the cum that Ed had shot into her pussy less than two hours earlier was still in there. She said "so, my love, do you like how my pussy feels after it's been fucked long and hard by a big cock? Do you like the feel of Ed's cum deep up in there? Would you like to feel it sliding along your cock while you fuck me? Do you want to make love to me with another man's cum still fresh inside my pussy?" I was surprised by her blunt comments, but excited that she was obviously getting into this more than I could have ever expected. I took my fingers out of her pussy and raised them up to coat her lips as I pulled back from our kiss. Then I leaned back in, catching them between our lips and slowly licking them clean, savoring the taste. 

I told her that I wanted to fuck to her more than ever before. I wanted Ed to watch me make love to my beautiful wife, and not just fuck her, to show him how much I really loved her. He may have a bigger cock than me, but he did not love her like I did and she did not feel the same way about him as she did with me. It is one thing to feel physically connected, but the emotional connection trumps everything else and that is what we have. I wanted her to feel more of a connection than she felt the last night with Ed. 

I took her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and kissed her while cupping her big beautiful breasts with both of my hands. I ran my hands up on down her body and began to undress her. First came her top and she reached back to unhook her bra letting her beautiful breast fall free. I immediately kissed them taking her nipples between my lips causing them to get hard and extend into my mouth. I them reached down to unzip her skirt, pulling it down her legs. Now the only thing between me and her pussy was her wet cum soaked panties. I moved down between her legs, knelling beside the bed so my face was at the perfect height to view what I longed to see close up. I had seen what Ed's cock had done to her last night and earlier this morning, and I wanted to see up close how her pussy had been used and abused. As I moved my face down between her legs I could smell the combination of Ed's cum and Laura's pussy juices. The odor was different than I had ever experienced and it added to my already high state of arousal knowing how it came to be. I saw that some of their combined juices had already dried to a cream colored powder around the edges of Laura's panties. However the middle of her panties was still wet giving off the odor that I was smelling. 

Laura asked me if I liked what I saw. "You like that, don't you babe. How about this?" With that, she pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy lips were swollen, red, and glistening. "You just had a taste a few minutes ago. Don't you want to feast on me, now? Please, I need your tongue on my clit and in my pussy."

I reached up, grabbed the sides of her panties and pulled them down her legs. When I had it off I brought it up to my mouth, tonguing the inside of the crotch. I watched as my wife's eyes flamed with lust. Then I dropped down between her thighs, spread them wide, and took a close look at what Ed's pounding had done to my wife's sweet cunt. 

As I ran my tongue up and down her slit she screamed out, "Oh god Jim...aahhhh, aahhhh, aahhhh."

Laura was cumming again! It was a small one, but I felt the rhythmic pulsing I knew so well and, then, the sudden increase in wetness as she peaked. As familiar as it was, there was something very different, too—how she tasted. Then I realized that she probably still had lots of Ed's cum deep inside her. She was right: I'd just had a taste a few minutes ago. Now I was feasting. My mind was reeling. This was it—I was eating another man's cum straight out of my wife's pussy!

Overcome with the excitement, the newness, and the exotic—for me, at least—eroticism of it all, I hungrily, greedily lapped at the liquid seeping from her, trying to catch every drop. Sometimes Laura's pussy juice is sweet and eating her is like eating a ripe peach; other times, especially when it's mixed with my cum, it has a musky, earthy flavor—like portobello mushrooms. This time it was more like the latter, but with a tart, tangy essence, and I couldn't get enough of it! 

I felt my cock throbbing and I knew copious amounts of pre-cum were dribbling out. Had Laura touched me in any way, I would've cum instantly. As it was I found it hard to hold back.

"Mmmmmm, my sweet lover! You really seem to like the taste of another man's cum mixed with mine!"

I just nodded, thrusting my tongue deep in, looking for still more.

All this time, Ed had been lying next to us, watching intently and slowly stroking himself. I felt a shift and looked up to see him kneel at Laura's face, his cockhead teasing her lips. She grabbed his dick and licked up and down the shaft before opening wide and taking him fully into her mouth. 

Ed groaned in appreciation and as I continued to lick Laura's clit I watched as she sucked him. I knew by the look on her face that my lovely wife was in heaven. She had me sucking her pussy and Ed's huge cock in her mouth. Ed began to thrust, fucking my wife's face while I started flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit. I knew that's what she wanted and I felt her thighs begin to quiver in what I knew signaled the onset of still another orgasm. She reached down with one hand, grabbing the back of my head and holding it firmly against her mound as she thrust up, rubbing her clit and cunt lips against my mouth. 

"Oh, god, oh god, oh god! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed as her entire body arched up stiffly, shaking and shuddering as her orgasm washed over her. For what must have been close to a minute, her body quivered uncontrollably in spasms of intense bliss. Long, keening cries of pleasure echoed off the bedroom walls. 

And to my utter surprise and delight, several forceful streams of hot, sweet liquid gushed out. I tried to catch as much as I could, but when her spasms eased my entire face, my neck, and the upper part of my chest were soaked, as were her thighs, her ass, and the sheets under her. 

I rose up and was about to say something when I realized she'd gone completely limp. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be gasping for breath. For a split second I wondered if she'd passed out, but then I saw the smile on her face as she shuddered one last time, then opened her eyes, looked at me, and whispered, "I love you!"

My cock was rock hard and I wanted to fuck her badly, but Laura was calling the shots and if she wanted Ed's cock filling her pussy right now then that was o.k. by me. Ed and I switched places and I watched as he positioned himself between her and aimed his huge, hard cock at her opening. I leaned down to kiss her, knowing that just seconds ago her lips were wrapped around Ed's big cock. My own cock throbbed as Laura thrust her tongue in my mouth, sharing the salty, musky taste of that monster.

"I know you want to fuck me, lover," she said, "but I know what you really want is to fuck me after Ed has filled me up again. You want to feel that hot, thick sap all around your cock, gliding over the head and down the shaft as you pump me. Don't you?"

"Oh, god, yes!" I groaned into her mouth as she squeezed my balls and ran her finger over teasingly over my ass.

I looked down and saw Ed about to slide his big cock into my wife's hot wet pussy. He slowly eased it into her, inch by inch, until he was all the way in balls deep. Laura groaned as she felt his cock fill her completely. 

'Yeah, you love seeing that, don't you? It's even hotter than before when you saw it on the webcam!"

I groaned again, my eyes fixed on Ed's cock thrusting slowly in and out of my wife's cunt, her lips stretching wide around his shaft and spreading her own wetness all along its length. I watched as he pulled out almost completely, my wife's labia sliding up over the crown, before he eased back in all the way. 

Laura ran her fingers up along the sides of my cock and spread the slippery drops oozing from my slit all around the head. I didn't really need any more stimulation as finally watching my long time fantasy playing out right in front of me was almost more than I could handle. 

I was on emotional as well as sensory overload as I watched my wife begin to fuck her ex-boyfriend right next to me. I could tell she loved the feeling of being filled up by Ed's big dick. She began to moan and told him to fuck her harder. He didn't need much encouragement and began to step up the pace of his thrusts. As he fucked her harder she responded by wrapping her hand around my cock and pulling me up to her face. 

I knew this was her dream come true--having two cocks inside her at the same time. It had been mine, too. The sound of Ed's thighs slapping against hers was a kind of pounding backbeat to the softer, but still audible squishing counterpoint of Laura's wet pussy flooding his shaft with her sweet juice. 

"Faster, Ed! Harder!" 

Ed gave her what she wanted. He grabbed her legs, put them up on his shoulders and started really pounding into her. 

Laura worked my cock deep into her mouth and then her throat, sliding back and forth along my entire shaft with urgency that I knew meant she was headed for yet another intense orgasm. The feel of her hot wet lips and tongue, her saliva dripping down over my balls as she took me in completely, her hand wrapped around my shaft and pumping as she pulled away and licked and sucked the crown was bringing me closer and closer to flooding that gorgeous mouth with my cum. The sight of Ed fucking my wife and the feel of his thrusts relayed up through her body to her mouth had me right at the edge, and I managed to hold back only because I really wanted to feel what it was like to fuck my wife right after another man had filled her with his cum.

Just then Laura started shaking and writhing in another mind-bending orgasm. Ed kept ramming his 10 inches deep and riding with her as she bucked up against him. As she came, she tightened her grip on the base of my shaft and took me deep into her mouth, muffling her moans of pleasure. 

As Laura's orgasm subsided Ed slowed down and pulled out, still fully erect, his dick gleaming with my wife's juices, streaks of whitish girl cum dripping down over his balls. When she released her hold on me, I pulled back as well.

"Noooo! Where are you two going? I want you back inside me!"

Ed and I looked at each other, grinned, and watched as Laura came down from her peak, whimpering, her body aglow and still shuddering slightly, the exquisite look on her face a combination of absolute ecstasy and still-smoldering desire—a look that said she wanted more, wanted to experience this over and over again.

"Don't worry, my love. We're not nearly finished with you," I said.

Laura had just had her second amazing orgasm in the last hour and her third of the day, but she was still ready for more. After just a few minutes to catch her breath she told us that she had something else in mind that all of us would enjoy. She was directing our play like and someone that had experienced dozens of threesomes rather than this being her first. She knew that both Ed and I were still hard and in need of satisfaction. What she wanted next was really no surprise to me as I knew it was her favorite position. She wanted Ed to take her from behind doggy style. That was he could maximize his penetration and her pleasure. However, what she wanted me to do was something I did not expect. 

Laura said, "Ok. guys," I said, letting them go as I got up and knelt between them. "Now it's time for something I know we're all going to love!"

She backed into Ed, feeling his massive cock nestle right between her ass cheeks.

"Now, my love," I said to me, "I want you to lie down on your back with your head between my legs.

"You're going to eat me while Ed fucks me."

I smiled broadly with the realization that yet another version of a fantasy we'd acted out between us many times was actually going to happen for real. I quickly positioned myself and Laura dropped onto all fours, reaching under and pulling Ed's cock up against her soaking wet slit. Ed slid slowly into her and she gasped in delight at she felt him stretching her wide yet again. 

My head was pounding with sexual overload. Directly above me Ed's massive member was driving deep into my wife's cunt and pulling almost completely out before driving back in. Laura's honey flowing freely, dripping onto my face and in my mouth. It was sweet and musky, the faintest remnants of Ed's cum still apparent and enhanced further with the pre-cum he was surely oozing as he fucked her. 

I raised my head and stuck out my tongue, flicking Laura's clit just as Ed pulled out.

I heard her yell something, but I was so overcome with lust I couldn't make it out. I just knew what we both wanted—hopefully all three of us.

I continued to flick her clit as Ed stroked her, but then I dropped down just a bit and slid my tongue along her labia, before flattening it out and...licking the underside of Ed's cock.

It was as if every nerve, every sensory organ in my body was focused completely on the sensation—the feeling of hot, hard cock, slick with my wife's pussy juice, sliding along my tongue.

"Ahhh, damn, Jim!" I heard Ed growl. "I like that!"

"Ed, lover, c'mon! Do me the way I like it," my wife said, and I knew what that meant having seen it over the webcam last night.

He pulled out slowly until his glans were just inside her pussy lips and I was tonguing the rough little ridge below. Then he rammed it back inside her hard. He did that again, and again, and again.

"That's it, that's what I like," Laura moaned. "I can feel you hitting my cervix! You're the only one that's ever done that and I love the feeling!" 

I sucked Laura's clit hard and she pushed her mound against my mouth. As Ed plunged back into her his balls would hit my forehead and nose as I continued to suck her clit. Laura's juices were flowing like a river, running out of her pussy down into my mouth. I lapped up every drop, relishing the taste. 

"Ahh, ahh, ahhh, don't stop, don't stop! Harder, harder, harder!

"Yes, yes, yes....unnhhh, unnhhh, unnhhh...."

Laura started thrusting back furiously against Ed and grinding her cunt on my mouth. As another massive orgasm crashed through her, she screamed in release and I felt her pussy lips contracting around Ed's cock. Then came the deluge. Once again, my wife squirted—female ejaculate spewing—thin, hot, sweet, nectar—covering my face, neck, and chest, and Ed's cock, balls, and thighs. 

It seemed again to go on and on, but just as her orgasm seemed to subside and she pulled her pussy away from my mouth, Ed began to thrust faster and I saw his balls pull up in his sack, signaling his orgasm. He rammed himself completely in and stayed there a few seconds before easing halfway out. I watched, amazed, as pulses of cum traveled up the underside of his cock, depositing another huge load of cum deep in my wife's pussy. He pulsed at least half a dozen times. I lifted my head and pressed my tongue against Ed's cock, feeling the last few spasms. I heard him groan as he pulled my wife back hard against him and held her there as the two of them came down from their peaks. 

Ed kept his cock completely buried in Laura's pussy for several minutes. Then, as he began to go soft, he eased out right above my head, his monster dick dripping with their combined juices. I opened my mouth and a big drop fell on my tongue. I rolled it around in my mouth, savoring the taste, and pulled my wife's sloppy pussy down to my lips.

"Mmmmm," I heard her moan. "Yes, lover, clean me up! Just like that!"

I licked teasingly all around the outside of her pussy lips, lapping up all the fuck juice coating them like a frothy icing. It was sweet and tangy at the same time, and I couldn't get enough of it. I shoved my tongue as far inside her sopping pussy as I could, licking and sucking to get more. I was feasting on fresh cream pie and it was like a gourmet dessert.

But there was one other "main course" I still wanted to try before I polished off that "dessert."

When a large blob of Ed's cum oozed out into my mouth, I held it there as I scooted out from under my wife, flicking my cum-coated tongue across both her nipples as I did and drawing another low moan from her. 

I pulled he head down and kissed her deeply. 

She moaned as we 'snow-balled' with Ed's cum. 

"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am," she said. "I could easily get addicted to this."

With that, my greedy wife pushed her tongue into my mouth, sucked hard, and pulled that rich, creamy glob into hers. Then, grinning down at me impishly, she swallowed.

I smiled back at the woman of my dreams—still on her hands and knees above me; still having her pussy and ass caressed by her other lover.

"Oh yeah," I said. "This has been everything I imagined and so much more, and I adore you for making our fantasy our reality. But there's one thing we haven't done yet. I need to fuck you—I need that now more than ever."

Laura reached down to touch my cock and it pumped in anticipation. 

"Mmmm, looks like you've got lots of sperm, still."

"Lover, I'm gonna fill you just like Ed just did!"

Ooooo, that's what I wanted to hear! Ed, lover, bring that gorgeous monster up her for me to suck on while Jim fucks me!"

Ed scrambled up and held his wet, soft cock up for Laura to clean while I positioned myself between her legs and pressed my rod, hard as steel, against her slick pussy lips.

"Oh, god, yes! Do it, Jim! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Cum in me—deep in me! I want to feel your hot seed mixing with Ed's!"

I grabbed her hips and thrust deep into her all at once. Then, like Ed, I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. And I did it again. And again. And again.

The sensation of fucking my wife's cum-filled pussy was amazing! Like everything else in the past 24 hours, it was so much better than my fantasy of what it would be like. Now, like Laura earlier, I was possessed. We'd given ourselves up completely to a kind of sexual abandon we'd never experienced when we were just enjoying the fantasy—it was pure, absolute, wonderful lust. 




The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 06



Laura led us into the living room and saying that as we had spent the last couple of hours filling her tummy with a marvellous meal and great wine. Now she needed to be filled in some other places with our hard cocks and amorous intentions. 

She instructed us to sit down on the sofa and knelt in front of us. Without waiting or any other comment she began to loosen Ed's belt, unzipped and pulled off his jeans. I was watching as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips whilst at the same time a hand reached down to fondle his cock and balls inside his shorts. Their tongues intertwined and I glanced down to see the impressive bulge in his underwear began to grow in response to her fingers. He in turn reached up with both hands to fondle Laura's breasts through her blouse and bra. After a few minutes he moved a hand down between her legs and began to rub her pussy through her jeans. It was obviously that they were getting more excited by the minute, but I must say that just watching them was having the same effect on me. My wife was actually making out with her ex-boyfriend and right next to me!! It was strangely exhilarating and I felt my cock begin to of its own accord grow within my pants. Laura broke her kiss and looked over at me with a smile. She looked down at my crotch and saw a tent forming in my pants. 

"You like to watch me with someone else, don't you? We're not even undressed yet and still it is turning you on. Please, why don't you help me out of my clothes so you can get the full effect?"

Without even thinking, I got up and gave her a kiss, then helped her to her feet and kneeling in front of her unzipped her pants, lowering them to her ankles. Then as I lowered her panties and saw and smelt that glorious aroma that could only come from panties that were dripping wet with her juices, I could not resist, leaning forward I swirled my tong along her slit and around her clit. She gave out a small moan I could tell she was more than ready for another round of heavy duty fucking. At the same time Ed was helping her to remove her top and unhooking her bra. She was now totally naked telling us that we needed to naked as well. 

It was now Laura's turn to kneel in front of Ed to pull down his boxers to release his now fully engorged monster 10 inch cock. Firstly, she gave it a quick lick and then swivelled round towards me, unbuckling my belt and taking off my pants. I took off my own shirt and she pulled down my boxers to free my own hard cock. She looked at both of our cocks with true greed and passion and said that she was ready to take advantage of our bodies, our cocks and us. Remaining on her knees between us, she first licked and sucked Ed's cock and then mine, not just once but over and over again. God we were so hot and ready to go we couldn't wait to see what this incredible horny lady had in mind for us next. 

My, it didn't take long for her to make her wishes know. She said she wanted both of us to fuck her at the same time. My heart began to race at the very thought of my wife being fucked by the two of us, as this was maybe, my ultimate fantasy. Laura told Ed to get seated on the sofa as she wanted to ride his big dick first. His cock was already impressively sticking straight up; she told me she needed me to help her get all of it inside of her. 

"I need you to guide that big fat cock into my sodden pussy. I really need you to feel how huge big Ed's cock is, so you can appreciate how it must feel for me to have it deep inside me."

She knew that having me do that, would be playing with games with my head, I have never handled another guy's cock, would it make me even hornier? So without a further thought I wrapped my hand round and fondled his monster cock, as Laura climbed over it, I aimed it first at her gaping wet hole. Laura just straddled it for a minute or so to let me contemplate what was about to happen. During that time I could feel the blood pumping up into its full 10 inches. With my hand still wrapped around it I could appreciate its girth as well as it length. It was not only several inches longer than mine, but it must have been at least twice as wide. I now completely understood why Laura felt it was so special. What woman wouldn't?

Finally, as she began to lower herself over that monster cock I moved it backwards and forwards up and down her cuntal slit, rubbing it over her puckered ass hole and protruding clit. As she impaled herself, I kept hold of Ed's cock until she was at least half way down and her pussy lips were touching the top of my hand. When I eventually, I forced myself to let go of his cock, she, with a slight cry, slid all the way down taking his entire length into her waiting pussy. I heard her let out a gasp as she hit bottom and she turned and asked me to kiss her again. I kissed her with passion as she slowly began to ride Ed's cock up and down. After a few minutes she told me she really loved me for understanding and letting her do this, she said she now needed to suck on my cock while he was fucking her. I stood up facing her and she leaned down to take my cock into her lips. I was so excited that I was worried I would cum all to soon into her mouth, she sensed that I was close to the edge and backed off a bit now just licking it lightly. Incredibly went on for what seamed like hours, but what could only in all reality been just a few minuets. 

Ed was thrusting from below and Laura was countering him with her own downward. I'm sure that the world could hear the squishing sounds of her pussy juices as she continued lightly sucked on my cock. It was easy to tell that both of them were getting more turned on by their fucking and I too was now more than ready for something more when Laura told me she wanted me to now fuck her in the ass. Believe me I didn't need to be told twice and in preparation moved around behind her. Laura obviously had planned this well in advance and told me that there was a bottle of lube was on the coffee table. I applied some to my fingers and her asshole; I slowly worked one, two and then three fingers into her puckered rosebud. I also liberally pored some more onto my cock and worked it in. God, we were ready to do something that I had only ever imagined in my dreams, and never thought I would ever actually experience. I was about to take part in the double penetration of my wife, fucking her ass while she was being cunt fucked by a Ed and his monster cock. 

Laura and Ed stopped fucking for a moment as he slid down the sofa lying on his back she still impaled with his cock deep in her cunt. I slid behind her to line up my cock, she being like the meat in the most delicious sandwich I was ever likely to taste. Ed reached up to spread the cheeks of her ass to giving me even better access to her readied asshole. I slowly eased the head of my cock onto her tight sphincter. She took a deep breath and I took this as a signal that she was ready for more of my cock. I pushed in slowly and felt the head of my cock pop into her ass. Stopping for a few seconds I let her adjust to the feeling of my cock inside her ass. Soon she told me she was ready for more, I slowly slid my whole hard cock deep inside her body. 

She immediately began to moan saying, "That's it guy's, God it feels so good, fuck me now. I can't believe how full I feel with both of your cocks deep inside me." 

Ed and I both began to pump into her at the same time. It took a little while for us to get the rhythm just right, but we soon got it down to a perfect art. With both of us thrusting into her at the same time I could feel our cocks touching through the membranes in her ass and pussy. Boy, it felt great to me, but it must have been even better for Laura because she was more excited than I've ever seen her. 

She was thrashing about and yelling out, "Yes, come on fuck me with your big hard cocks. I love being filled with all that cock. Don't stop, now give it to me harder, fill me with you hot, wet cum." 

I really didn't need much more encouragement, but tried to thrust into her ass even harder. Ed also seemed to pick up the pace a little as well. I reached around and grabbed her big, beautiful breasts and pinched her long hard nipples, which seemed to set her off even more. She began to shudder in what I knew had to be a huge orgasm. Her body was on fire and her asshole began to spasm around my cock gripping it tighter than it had ever done before. I could feel her pussy was doing the same thing to Ed's cock as she was in a total convulsive state. Her cunt juices sprayed out of her as Ed's cock drove again and again, as deep into her as he could get banging right up against her cervix. I couldn't hold out any longer and yelled out that I was going to cum. Ed began to groan and also began to pump another load of his cum deep inside her. My own orgasm was so strong that I almost passed out. It felt like every drop of cum in my balls was being sucked deep into her ass, into the centre of her very being. Laura continued to shake with orgasmic convulsions for at least another minute before she collapsed on top of Ed and I collapsed on top of both of them, feeling more sexually drained than I ever had before. We were all soaked in sweat and covered in pussy juice and spunk. 

When I caught my breath I slowly tried to pull out of Laura's ass. However, her sphincter was still gripping my cock tightly as if it, like me, didn't want the pleasure to end. I lay back at the end of the sofa and watched my wife slowly come back down to reality from her sexual high. After a couple of minutes she looked over at me, blew me a kiss and smiled with a look of utter contentment. She then did something I was really not expecting. She began to inch forward allowing Ed's now deflating cock to slip with a slight plop out of her. However, she didn't stop there she scooted forward until her cum soaked cunt and ass were over Ed's face. She reached around to the back of his heard and pulled it forward so that his mouth and lips rested on her pussy. 

She then told him. "Jim got to taste my cum filled cunt earlier, now it's your turn to taste and enjoy." 

He didn't hesitate and immediately began to eat and lick Laura's sloppy pussy. If what I was seeing was anything to go by it appeared he was enjoying it as much as I had before, he was aggressively licking up and down the full length of her pussy. She so, so, enjoying his efforts and urged him on and on by grinding her cunt harder and harder into his face. 

"That's it, eat my pussy, lick my asshole. Taste and smell and enjoy all three of our combined juices. Just you think of how much fun we had getting them there and now you get to savour it all." 

It seemed to me that she had really liked and enjoyed taking charge of this whole sex scene. Although it had started as my fantasy, it was obvious that she was as into it as much, if not even more than I was. In fact it was obvious that she was using both of us as part of her private sex toy collection and I was pretty dammed sure that neither Ed nor I minded being used as such. 

I could not believe it but Ed's tongue was working it magic on her again. Even though she had just come down from an earth shattering orgasm she was rapidly building up to yet another. I got up and moved next to her so I could kiss her at the same time. She was breathing hard but still our lips pressed together hard and our tongues intertwined. Later she told me it was exactly what she wanted at the time, but she continued to grind her pussy against willing his mouth. We continued to kiss passionately as her orgasm continued to build. A few minutes later she broke our kiss to let out a cry of passion as she came with a bang one more time. She climbed off of Ed's cum and pussy juice soaked face and fell exhausted at the end of the sofa. I quickly took her in my arms and held her tight, telling her she was the sexiest wife a man could ever want. 

As we all claimed down we started to reflect on what had just taken place. We all agreed that it was the hottest sex any of us had ever experienced. I was amazed at how Laura was able to handle both of us at the same time, and how amazing is was to feel someone else's cock inside my wife while I was inside her as well. Ed said that feeling my cock nudging his as he fucked Laura's cunt was a truly unique experience. Laura asked if he enjoyed eating his first creampie. He told us whilst he wasn't sure he wanted to try it at first, she didn't really give him any choice when she plonked herself on his face. But he said, having been forced to do it, at the end of the day he actually enjoyed the taste and that it had added to the overall excitement. Plus it was really exciting to have Laura take charge of the situation, and to see how she reacted to his eating her out. He was definitely not sorry he had done it, and would love to do it again given the opportunity. 

Laura was last to tell us that the double penetration was for her far better than even she had ever dreamed it could be. She said, it was so exciting to have a cock in her mouth whilst she was being fucked, but having both of her bottom holes filled with cock at the same time was way beyond anything she had ever imagined. The feeling of fullness was amazing, and she could not believe how sensuous it was to be sandwiched between two horny men. 

She then said, "I wonder what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth while at the same time being fucked in her pussy and ass. Having three loads of hot, creamy cum deposited in my body at the same time would be the only way to possibly beat what I just experienced. I don't know if I could ever experience another orgasm stronger than what I just had, but God I would love to try and find out." 

We all laughed and I couldn't help but think that my wife, that not long ago needed to be talked into a threesome, was now willing to try something even more adventurous. 

We were all exhausted and decided to clean up with a shower and get ready for bed. Ed had to get up early tomorrow morning and I just wanted to hold my beautiful wife who had just fulfilled my ultimate fantasy. Ed retired to the quest bedroom and Laura and I climbed into our king sized bed feeling more sexually satisfied than at any other time in our lives. My balls actually ached from coming so often and so hard. I'm sure there was not an ounce of cum left in me. Laura and I cuddled together in the spoon position with my cock wedged in between her butt cheeks that I had just finished fucking. Amazingly my cock began to stir as I thought about what had just taken place. I knew I could not perform again tonight, but I couldn't help but think about tomorrow as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning next to my wife with a raging hard on resting up against her ass. I reached around and cupped one of her big breasts with my left hand pulling and tweaking her nipple and kissing her on the back of her neck. 

"Good morning babe." Laura responded "Good morning to you too. It feels like you have recovered from our orgy last night assuming that's your cock poking me in the ass." 

I was thinking about a morning quickie, but she had other thoughts. Saying, "Honey, I want to make love to you too, but we have a guest in the next room that has to leave soon and I want to give him a little going away present before he goes. You and I have all day to play, but right now I want to have that big cock down the hall deep inside my cunt one more time. You do understand, don't you? I promise to make it up to you later." 

After what I had experienced the last couple of days how could I deny her request? I had seen what that 10 inch monster was capable of doing and up close at that! And I knew that we probably would not be doing this again for quite some time. I gave her a kiss and a light slap on her bare ass leaving a slight red hand imprint telling her to go enjoy herself. 

I got up, put on a robe and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. Laura, slipped on a silk robe, but rather than follow me to the kitchen, headed down the hall to the guest bedroom. I watched as she knocked lightly and opened the door. She smiled at me and waved as she entered the room leaving the door ajar. 

I made some coffee, got out some orange juice, and set out some muffins and toast for breakfast. Once the coffee had finished brewing I poured myself a cup and decided to wander down the hall to the guest bedroom. When I got closer to the room I could hear the noises of a couple fucking and I knew Ed was enjoying his wake up call. 

Through the open door I saw Laura on her hands and knees with him fucking her from behind. I heard her cry out 

"That's it, fuck me hard. Shove that big cock deep inside my cunt and let me feel all of it. I want you to fill me with your hot, wet spunk one more time and leave me with a reminder of that big, fat dick." 

He was doing his best to give her what she wanted as he was slamming his cock into her hard. With each hard stroke I could see her lurch forward; her big boobs hanging down between her arms swinging back and forth. If he drove into her any harder he would have ended up knocking her over. Both of them were covered with sweat and I was thinking to myself that this was a much more enjoyable way to get a morning work out than running on a treadmill or going to the gym. Even I just watching and gently wanking my cock was feeling the heat and sweating! After a few more minutes I saw Laura began to shake in what I knew was a prelude to another orgasm. Ed's cock was once again working its magic and giving her an orgasm through fucking, which was something I was not able to do on my own. Her orgasm last night during our double penetration was the first time I had seen her fucked her to an orgasm without oral or finger stimulation. As Laura began her orgasm Ed also announced his, with a loud groan. He shoved into her as far as he could for one last time as he emptied the contents of his balls deep inside her vagina. Both of them collapsed onto the bed with Ed sprawled on top. 

When he caught his breath he told her, "Babe you have drained my balls of everything they have in the last three days. I have never felt this way before, but I honestly don't think I could get another drop of cum out of my cock if I had too. Even after saving it up for two weeks before we met, I just can't believe it is possible, but after all this was the most intense period of sex I have ever experienced. Even when we dated, when we would fuck all weekend, I never ever felt this way." 

I saw Laura smile when he said this, I knew that she felt proud that she had managed to drain all the cum out of two healthy men in just a couple of days. I do understand that not very many women are capable of such an accomplishment! Boy was I so very happy I was married to one who could! 

Ed got out of bed when he saw me in the doorway watching and stroking and headed to the shower to clean up before breakfast. 

I walked into the room with my cock leading the way after watching my wife being fucked by her ex-boyfriends big cock that one last time. I tried to think how many times I had seen her fucked by him over the last three days and concluded it must have been at least 6 or 7 times. Given that number it was no wonder why his balls felt drained. I had felt the same way last night, but I had recovered some of my virility because of the good nights sleep last night. I was more than ready to take some sloppy seconds and Laura appeared up for it as well. 

I dropped my robe and she said "I see that you still like seeing me fucked by another man. I think I'm getting to like it too, so this may actually turn out to be that hobby we have been always been looking for, something that we can both really enjoy doing together." 

I laughed and said "Yes, I like it a lot more than shopping and I'm sure you think it's more fun than playing golf." 




The Ex-Boyfriend Ch. 06



With that said I crawled up on the bed and kissed her passionately. Her body was still hot from her recent sexual romp and damp with her sweat. I needed to feel the heat of her body and to taste her sex. I moved my lips from her mouth down her neck to her breasts. Her nipples were still pointy and hard with sexual excitement and they responded by getting harder still when I sucked on them. A few seconds later I moved down her abdomen to the top of her legs. 

Laura spread her legs and said "Yes, baby you know what's just been down there and he left a little gift for you to enjoy. There may not be as much as before, but I'm sure you will be able to taste the difference than just me." 

Wow, I could definitely taste that Ed had deposited yet another load of cum in her cunt. Her pussy lips were still swollen from the hard pounding I had just seen administered by his cock. She was so wet from a combination of her juices and his thick cum. As I began to lick up and down her slit it dripped down my chin and I noticed the smell and taste that was becoming so familiar. She put her hand on the top of my heard to push my mouth hard to her pussy. 

"That's it baby lick up all of that cum from my cunt. It could be a while before you get an opportunity to taste it again so don't miss a drop." 

I knew what she meant so I licked and sucked everything out of her hot cunt that I could, inevitably sucking on her clit and got her all worked up again. But, before she got to her orgasm she pulled me up to her and told me she needed me to fuck her now. My cock was ready and it slid into her sloppy wet pussy with ease. I began to fuck her as hard as I could there was no need for any more foreplay. I drove into her as hard and fast, knowing that was what she wanted, what she needed. To my surprise she began to quiver in what I realized was the beginning of an orgasm. I continued to pound her she shouted "for fuck sake don't stop fuck my cunt God fuck me!!!!" 

I did just as I was told and both of us being right on the edge of coming. Just as I was about to shoot my load she began to spasm in orgasmic bliss and her pussy grabbed my cock her rippling mussels sending me way over the edge. As we both came down from our orgasms we both realized that I had finally gotten my wife off with just intercourse. I had broken down another wall in our sexual experience. 

The last three days had truly been a sexual awakening for both of us in many different ways. As I enjoyed the afterglow of our orgasms and held my wife in my arms, she commented that given how well this weekend had worked out maybe we should try some of the other things that we fantasized about. At that point in time I wasn't sure quite what she was talking about, but I told her I was up for pretty much anything that made us feel good. It was looking like our new "hobby" was going to take off big time.

Maybe we can share some of those new fantasies in my next story.