8 comments/ 91179 views/ 6 favorites The Boy By: MsWenchiness Mary Alice stretched like a cat, arching her back and pushing her large breasts high. She casually looked through her window to make sure the neighbour was still watching her. Mary Alice got very hot thinking of that young 19 year old boy staring at her naked body. She ran her fingers across her stomach and slid them up to cup her bountiful breasts. She pinched each nipple between her fingers, rolling them back and forth. She could feel her pussy getting hot and damp. She looked through her window again to check if he was still watching her. Assured that he was, Mary Alice lifted her left foot and placed it on her bed. She slid her right hand down in between her thighs and started stroking her hungry pussy. It was so wet and slick that her fingers slipped in. She finger-fucked herself slowly as she looked through the window at the boy. Beyond the shadow of the boy in the window, she could see a sliver of light appear, as if a door had opened. The boy quickly drew his curtains. Disappointed, Mary Alice sighed deeply but continued toying with her hot wet hole. She slid her free hand behind and started teasing the tight pucker of ass. She slid a finger inside as she thrust her hips into her other hand. In a frenzy, she gyrated and ground her hips back and forth between her two hands. She moaned low as she climaxed and felt her pussy muscles tighten around her fingers. Licking her fingers clean she strode off to the bathroom, replete but somehow unsatisfied. She felt pathetic. It had been too long since she had had a cock inside her. After washing up, she crawled into bed and fell asleep with a frown on her face. All through the summer, Mary Alice would look out her bedroom window and if she caught the boy looking back she'd put a show on for him. After a while the boy started playing back. Lit from behind he would stand in front of the window, jerking his cock as he watched Mary Alice fuck herself. In silhouette, his young cock jutted forward as he stroked it hard and fast. Mary Alice loved watching him play with his cock. But, as much fun as showing off her pussy was, what Mary Alice really wanted was a cock to play with. She wanted his cock. Thinking of his hard cock pumping into her wet pussy always made Mary Alice cum. If it wasn't for the fact she was 22 years older than him, she would invite him over for some up close and personal contact. September came and the boy was getting ready to leave for university. His parents threw a barbeque for him and invited all the neighbours. Mary Alice sat with the other guests and ate and drank all the while sneaking looks at the boy. She grimaced inwardly when she heard the boy and his mother have a quiet argument because he didn't want to come home for Christmas vacation. Soon it was time to say goodbye and while Mary Alice smiled politely as she wished him good luck at school, her panties got wet thinking of the night before. He smiled back and thanked her. He shook her hand and as he did so he squeezed it. Mary Alice whispered to him that her back door would be unlocked that night. The boy squeezed Mary Alice's hand again and then walked off to join his friends. Later that night, long after the party had ended, Mary Alice lay in bed. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation. She closed her eyes and rubbed it softly, needing to feel something down there, but not wanting to cum until the boy was there. Eventually, she drifted off to a very frustrated dream filled sleep. Mary Alice awoke to the sensation of something warm and wet rubbing against her right nipple. She opened her eyes and looked into the grinning face of the boy. He lapped at her nipple again and Mary Alice grabbed his hair and pulled his face closer to her. He sucked the hard nipple into his mouth as he crawled onto the bed. He was already naked and Mary Alice loved the feel of his young hard body pressing against her. He took turns at her nipples going from one to the other. Mary Alice was getting too excited to settle for much more of this teasing. She sat up and pushed the boy over on his back. He moaned low in his throat as Mary Alice wrapped her fingers around his cock. Mary Alice slid her free hand in between her thighs and fingered her hot pussy as she took his sweet young cock in her mouth. She slowly sucked and licked her way up down his hard throbbing shaft. It didn't take long for him to lose control and cum in her mouth. Mary Alice swallowed his cum and kept sucking. He stayed hard. Mary Alice worked his cock until he came a second time. He started going limp but Mary Alice wasn't done with him yet. She slid her tongue over his balls and started lapping at his ass while she jerked his cock. He got hard again. He pushed Mary Alice away from him and she rolled over on her back. Reaching out, she grabbed a hold of his cock again and started tugging. He moved in between her thighs and slid his thick cock into her waiting pussy. Mary Alice came immediately. Just the feel of his cock in her was enough to make her cum. He fucked her with long slow strokes that made Mary Alice moan. He pumped away at her pussy as she slid a finger up his ass. He jerked away but soon moved his ass against her hand as he realized how good it felt. They spent the rest of the night fucking and toying with each other until at last they fell into an exhausted sleep. Mary Alice woke alone. Her pussy was swollen and bruised. Her nipples were sore and there were teeth marks on her breasts. She smiled with contentment and rolled over and drifted back off to sleep. Across the yard the boy was packing his car. He walked a little bowlegged and kept re-adjusting the crotch of his jeans. His cock felt raw from the abuse it taken the previous night. He finished packing the car up and slid into the driver's seat. With a grin he pulled a pair of panties out of his pocket and draped them over the rear view mirror. As he pulled out of the driveway and started the long drive to the university he smiled to himself and thought that maybe he'd come home for Christmas this year. The Boy Across the Street Now, right from the start, let’s get the details over and done with. My name is Jan, well, Janet actually, but let’s stick with Jan as everybody else does. I’m fifty-two at the time of writing, but was fifty when the events I shall relate took place. I am five feet six inches tall. Buxom, in fact very buxom, but its all firm. Nothing flops about, including my bosom – 40 C if you want to know, but then, I don’t often wear a bra because I like to show off my nipples. I’ve got very nice, strong legs, sturdy but not thick, if you know what mean, but after all, its what’s at the top of them that counts, isn’t it? I’ve been married to Tom for thirty odd years. He’s about five years older than me, and gave up getting intimate with me about ten years ago. We’re a bit of a laugh when seen together because he’s a couple of inches shorter than I am and thin with it. I once overheard some horrible male say to another after seeing the pair of us; “It’d be like a pimple on an elephant when those two are at it.” Well, we are no longer “at it,” but in early days, Tom did manage to sire three kids on me, and that currently leaves me with four grandchildren. I didn’t mention my face, did I? It’s a bit hard to assess one’s own face, but I think it looks okay. I’ve got wide set brown eyes that I enhance by having my hair dyed blonde. I always think brown eyes and blonde hair look good together, don’t you? I have a sort of snub nose and what I believe is called, a “full mouth.” Talking of “full”, I’ve always taken great care of my teeth, so I’ve got a really nice set of white “pearlies”, all my own. That takes care of the personal stuff so now let me give you the setting. I live in a nice suburb of the city, you know, good neighbours, nice gardens and trees along the street. In the house opposite ours lives a widow, Stella, and her son, Steve. Steve was about twenty-two at the time I’m telling you about. When we first moved in Steve was about seven years old. I watched him grow up, and he turned out to be what I think is called these days, a “real hunk.” If that means he is a nicely shaped, sexy looking young man, then that’s what I mean. I used to think, “My God, if I were twenty-five years younger I’d have his shoes under my bed.” Stella’s husband, Dan, died of cancer when Steve was about sixteen. He was a nice fellow, and Steve looks just like him, that is, before Dan was wasted away with cancer. I suppose Dan’s death could have embittered Steve, because he got on well with his father, but it didn’t. He sort of became serious, and took on the job of being the “man of the house,” looking after his mum, doing the gardening, and so on. I don’t know what Steve did about sex, but I never saw him with any girls, but I’m sure he would have had no trouble getting them with his body and looks. I thought perhaps that he just kept them well out of his mother’s sight. Steve turned out to be a bit of a computer whiz – went to university and did a computer course that started out with say, a hundred students and ended with ten, it was so tough. Steve was still there at the end. When he graduated Stella held a party for him, and the whole street went to it. It was at that party I first noticed something strange. No, I lie, I had an inkling that something was happening some time before the party, and in fact, it first came to my attention when Steve was about seventeen. But it was at the party that it really became clearer to me. There were plenty of local girls at the party, some of them quite pretty, but Steve almost ignored them. I began to wonder if he was gay, but he didn’t latch on to any of the fellows either, and some of them were pretty too. It was me he glued himself to. You know, getting me drinks and food, and chatting away. He hardly left my side all evening. Even though I got a bit wet between the legs with him so near and attentive, I told myself that he was opting for safety with a woman about the same age as his mum. Talking of his mum, it reminds me, it was that night of the party when she came over to speak to me, she told me that Steve was not going to go after a job with some company, but was going to start his own little business working from home. Now, don’t ask me the in and outs of it because, although I now have a computer, what goes on inside that box thing is a mystery to me. Anyway, Steve was going to be doing something with or about computers working from home. Stella showed me the front room that they were going to make into an office or workshop, or both – something like that. That room looked straight across the street to our house. Steve started his little business and I noticed computers coming and going, so he seemed to be doing all right. I also noticed something else. Steve had a sort of desk and workbench by the window. Every time I appeared I could see him working, and I could also see he looked up at me, and kept looking up as long as I was in sight. At first, it was disconcerting having a pair of male eyes focused on you whenever you were out the front. I wondered what the attraction was. Then I fell in, I was the attraction. “My God,” I thought, “I do believe that boy fancies me.” Then I began to recall how for some years, as I said before, he seemed to be interested in me. I’d taken no notice of his stares and how, if I were in the front garden, he would come across and chat with me, and seemed to take an inordinate interest in my breasts. Mind you, he wasn't the only one with that particular hobby. Again, I must say, that despite my fancy for the horny youth, I put his mammary fascination down to “growing up,” whatever that means. Now that I seemed to capture Steve’s attention every time I appeared out the front, I let myself think that this would pass eventually, but it didn’t. The result was, I began to enjoy his attention, and started to get evil thoughts about that young man. My husband Tom did nothing around the house, including nothing in the garden. It was all left to me. And when Tom wasn’t at work, he was mainly off to play golf with his mates. You could say that the flower of romance had wilted where Tom was concerned. As for me, I was fond of him and had no desire to part from him, but I had been left with quite a hole in my life – no pun intended, although he certainly left that hole empty. I know there is a view held by some that when a woman gets to forty or thereabouts, she shuts up the sex shop and settles for knitting and television. Let me tell you, it is not true. At fifty, I still hankered after a big fat male organ in my nice little cleft. Put your self in my place, if you can. Here was I, a virile matron longing for some hero to come and give me the joy of his body, and of course, I would give him the joy of mine, and across the road was a lovely penis looking for a home, or so I thought. Action was required. The question was how could I lure that male organ into the vicinity of my genitalia? I began with a programme of tantalising. As I said, I may be buxom, but it’s all firm. I therefore began by dressing so as to stimulate. Not, of course, the bikini that is so popular and evident in these sorts of tales. Such a garment was not really suitable for me. Instead, I dressed up in very tight shorts and an equally tight top. The purpose was to display my female charms to the best advantage. The shorts were of the sort that the cloth passing under the crotch sank into my cleft, while the top, with no bra underneath, displayed both my cleavage, that is deep, and my nipples that are long. Thus clad, I would proceed to the front garden and commence some real or imagined horticultural activity. I made a point of bending over some of the time with my buttocks pointed in the direction of Steve’s workshop. This displayed the firmness of my posterior, and gave him some idea of the position of my vulva and its desirability. At other times I would face his window and pretend I needed a stretch, so as to display my breasts to best advantage, and also demonstrate that I did not have a sagging belly. That it drew his attention was obvious. He must have thought that I could not see him through the window because he actually got a pair of binoculars and focused them on me. I gave him all the stretching and bending I could decently manage, and thought, “If this doesn’t get him out here, nothing will.” Sad to say, my ploy didn’t work, although I tried it repeatedly. I think he must have rushed off to his bedroom or the bathroom to masturbate. I had to think of something else, but what. If only I could get him out that room and into my house. Then the obvious struck me, and I could have kicked myself for being so slow. He was a computer whiz. I had a computer. What if something went wrong with my machine? Now, as all you computer owners know, if you don’t want anything to go wrong with the damned thing, it invariably will. But just you try to get it to go wrong deliberately. I punched every key and pressed every button. I tormented icons and played merry hell with the menu bar, and the rotten thing just would not go wrong. Well, I would just have to play a more subtle game. Picking my time carefully so as to be as sure as I could that Tom would not be arriving home for a few hours, I crossed the great divide and knocked on Stella’s door. Stella came to the door, her hands covered in flour, and I asked with sweet innocence, “Do you think I could have a word with Steve, my computer has gone wrong?” “Of course, I’m sure Steve would love to help you if he can, go in and see him.” I made my way to Steve’s office/workshop, knocked and entered. One of the first things my eyes fell upon were the binoculars on his desk. “Steve dear,” I began, in my best maiden in distress voice,” I wonder if you could help me, my computer has gone wrong?” I moved close to him, pretending to take an interest in some computer parts he had on the desk. My nearness seemed to disturb him, which was of course, the idea. “What…er…what exactly has…er…gone wrong?” “There’s all sorts of funny lines on the screen.” “Do…er…do you want me to…er come over and…er have a look?” “Oh, would you? That would be lovely. You are a darling. I’ll pay you, of course.” “That…w-w-wont be…er…necessary, Jan.” “That is kind of you, but I’m sure there’s something I shall be able to do for you in return.” He gave a gulp and said, “D-d-do y-you w-w-want me t-t-to c-c-come now?” “If you could just give me ten minutes. I’ve got something I need to do, and I would like to watch what you do.” “Ok-k-kay.” I departed triumphant. I would have him in my wicked female clutches. The ten minutes were spent in preparing myself for the main attack. I took off my panties and put on my shortest and tightest shorts. I put on a top that plunged so low at the neckline it almost reached the bottom hem. In this battle array, I went to answer the door when Steve rang the bell. I think he was well on the way to an erection before he saw me, but when he clapped eyes on me, I saw the formidable swelling in his shorts rise to tower like proportions. I thought the fight almost over. Victory was mine. Not quite, however. Remarkably, Steve had more resistance than I had been given to understand most men have. He did not collapse into my arms, begging to be relieved of his agonising lust for me. Feigning sweet innocence I said, “Darling, when I got in the trouble seemed to have cleared up, but I would appreciate it if you would have a look at it in case it happens again.” “Er…yes.” I took him to the computer and he sat down in front of it and commenced to view various and unintelligible mysteries. At first I stood behind him pretending to watch what he was doing, and becoming interested, I leaned forward so that my breasts were brushing against his shoulder, and he could experience my gentle breathing on his neck. I could feel him quivering with tension as he tried to ignore my proximity, cope with his arousal and deal with the computer. After a few minutes of this, I drew out my deadliest weapon. I moved to stand so that my crotch was near his face as he sat. I had removed my panties for the dual purpose of letting my lubricant be seen soaking the cloth of my shorts, and in order also to let him smell my sex organ. This latter ploy was a gamble. Some men are repelled by the woman smell, and others are driven nearly berserk with lust by it. Fortunately for me, Steve was in the last category. His face flushed and his fingers gripped the edge of the desk. I expected him to turn on me in mad sexual passion that very moment, but he did not. I had one last throw of the sensual dice to make. Still acting so that it was possible I was merely looking at the computer screen, I leaned over him so that my breast, and particularly my nipples, where close to his face. “If you won’t let me pay you,” I said seductively, “I’m sure you can think of something nice I can do for you. You’ve been so kind, coming over to help me.” As I said this, I let my hand wander briefly through his hair. That did it. The male animal was released from its sexual restraint and was crouching ready to spring and devour me. Well, not quite. There are some people, male and female who, when it comes to sex, have no difficulty asking the desired person outright, “Can I have sex with you?” Sadly, they seem to be in the minority. The rest of us mess around playing endless games before the penis finally enters the vagina. I think the basis of this problem is, we have a fear of rejection and the humiliation when we are rejected. We often hear talk of the “predatory male,” but as many of you ladies will know, it is frequently we members of the “fair sex,” who must give the male beast a final shove. Well, that is what I had to do. “Surely, I whispered close to his ear, “I’ve got something you’d like to have?” “I-I-er-Oh J-J-Jesus, J-J-Jan, I-I-I w-w-want t-t-to…” I could tolerate this delayed animal leap no longer and made the pounce myself. “You’d like to fuck me, wouldn’t you Steve.” “I-I-I was…” Then it came out with a rush, “going to say I want to make love with you.” At least he had a politer way of putting it than I did, but whether it was love or not was a debatable point. Personally I had no desire to debate it and what’s more, I didn’t care. “Well, for God’s sake, Steve, let’s get on with it.” “I don’t want it as a payment, Jan.” My God, this boy was meticulous. “Steve, it doesn’t matter whether it is or not. If it is a payment, let’s call it a ‘win-win situation’.” I pulled down my shorts, which was a relief because the lubricant soaking the crotch was getting uncomfortable. I then ripped off my top to reveal my naked self before him. He was standing by now and staring at me, especially my breasts. Frustrated at the further delay in events I started to get his shorts and underpants down, and for a moment it was my turn to stare. What I had thought looked like an adequate male organ, was larger than I had anticipated. Released from its sartorial enclosure, it reared up like a sturdy, light brown column, topped with a purple cupola and engorged with blood. It gleamed with pre-cum. I could have eaten it, and given the chance, I’d have a good try. “My God,” I thought, “Poor old Tom could never produce half that, even at his most robust.” Steve was still standing, staring at me and I was eager for the action to begin. Then in a groaning, gasping sort of voice he said: “Jan, I didn’t know you’d be so…so…so…er…” “Sexy?” I inquired. “Hmmyus,” he mumbled. Things were reaching crisis point. He still made no move, yet I could see he was nearly firing off his load of cum. “He’s going to shoot before he even gets near me,” I thought. This would be annoying because I’d only the other day had the carpet cleaned, and I didn’t want a mess on it so soon. Steve is a big lad, powerful, if you know what I mean? In normal circumstances, I wouldn’t try anything too physical with him, but I was getting desperate. I tried giving him a push to get him to lie down on the carpet, but it was like trying to push over a cliff. In a voice of sexual frustration and despair I cried out, “Steve, will you damn well lie down so I can fix your little…big problem.” He seemed to shake himself out of his salacious revere and obediently lay on the floor. With sigh of combined relief and passion, I sat astride him and poising my door to paradise carefully over his manly projection, I let myself down onto him. He fitted tightly against the walls of my vagina and as a dropped lower to take his full length, I felt his crown touch my cervix. I could take him all in, but only just. I wasn’t expecting a great deal for myself on this occasion as the poor boy was too far gone to last long. It is an interesting feature of having sex with someone for the first time, that it can be a roaring success or a miserable failure. In the latter case, the man may fail to maintain his erection or fail to come. With the woman she might not lubricate successfully or won’t get an orgasm. It’s usually a case of what people call, “Nerves”. Persistence is the answer to this problem. In the case of Steve and I, it was successful up to a point. As I guessed, he couldn’t hold back, and he was no sooner in than he was erupting like a volcano with great gouts of sperm, and accompanying it with moans and howls. My impression was he had not offloaded for some time, because he went on and on emptying himself into me. This was enjoyable, but a girl does need something for herself, so when he finally ceased his flood irrigation and started to pull out I said, “Whoa, where do you think you’re going, young man?” “I thought it was over,” he replied. “Not on your life, sonny,” I said. “That was only the first installment with lots and lots more to come.” “You mean, you want me to…” “Yes I do mean…” (Why was I always finishing his sentences for him?) “I’m going to go and wash out that love juice you’ve put into me before it gets on the carpet, and you can clean up as well. I’ve got to give you your next payment, and we’ll carry out the transaction on the bed this time.” After a little genitalia scouring we retired to the bedroom and clambered onto the bed – or at least, I clambered on, he stood by the bed. I thought, “Oh my God, are we going to go through the staring routine again?” I needn’t have worried because it became clear this boy knew what he was doing. I wondered where he had learned his trade. I made a mental note ask him some time. After briefly surveying the scene, he came beside me on the bed and combined some tongue thrusting deep kissing with breast manipulation. The latter consisted of his hand starting under my breast at the base, then slowly stroking upward to end by gently pinching my nipple. This combination proved very potent and almost brought me to the point of orgasm, but I fought it down in an attempt to prolong our loving. He went on to another combination of sucking a licking my nipples while his hand made a tentative exploration of my vulva and inwards. When his finger finally found my clitoris, I was nearly going out of my mind trying not to come, but determination won out, and I still held back. Having made his voyage of discovery round the island of clitoris, Steve pushed a couple of pillows under my buttocks, spread my legs and opening the outer lips of my vulva, commenced thrusting his tongue through the heavenly gateway, to lick up my female juices. He ended this sequence with his tongue flicking round my clitoris until in squealing weeping misery I begged him, “For God’s sake, Steve, get into me, I’m hanging right on the edge.” The Boy Across the Street There is this guy that lives across the street from me, and he has lived there for a few years. I've constantly had my eye on him, he's just so sexy. Before, I couldn't do anything about it, but now that I'm single, it's game on. I didn't really know how to go about it, all I knew was that I wanted to sleep with him - badly. And at this point, it's been about 3 months since I've had sex. So I'm pretty desperate, or getting there! I was outside on my front steps when I seen him come out. I watched inconspicuously, admiring from afar. He is about 6' tall, athletic body, and the few times I'd seen his face up close, I was looking at amazing features. Light brown hair, but the most gorgeous brown eyes - it would be very easy to get lost in them. I sat there, wondering how I was going to do this, when his dog came running up to me. "Sasha!" He yelled, "get back here!" My question was answered. "Awe, come here Sasha," I said as the dog came closer. I hooked on to her collar as I pet her waiting for him to come over to us to retrieve his dog. The sixty seconds that it took seemed like a life time. But he came. "Hey, sorry about that, she usually doesn't take off like that," he said. "No problem, I love dogs. She was probably attracted to mine," I said. "Yea, she likes you though, she is usually very picky about who she lets pet her," he smiled. "I'm Andy," he extended a hand. I met the gesture with mine, and shook it, "Serena," I said with a innocently seductive smile. "You seem bored, I was about to take her to the dog park, did you want to join us? I'm sure Sasha would really appreciate that," Andy asked me. I could hardly contain my excitement, but managed to. I hesitated ever so slightly, as not to seem ecstatic. "Sure, sounds good. My dog could use some time out too, do you mind?" "No, not at all, what's his name?" he asked. "Damon," I answered, "just give me a second." I stood up and went inside to get my dog ready for the park. But first, I double checked my hair and made sure my boobs were perfectly perky. 'If things go right, I'll be getting laid tonight,' I thought. Back outside, I closed and locked my door behind me, and with my dog in hand, we walked across the street and piled into his truck. "So, you've just moved back here? I haven't seen you around in a while," he said. "Yea, I moved for school, but my boyfriend and I split up, so I figured it be easier for everyone to just move back home," I explained. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, but not with sympathy, with excitement. Not a lot, but enough to detect. "Don't be, I broke up with him. He was an ass anyways," I said. "What about you, if you don't mind my asking, on the topic of relationships. Single or taken?" He chuckled, "I'm single, have been for a little bit. I'm not really looking for a relationship either, to be honest. I don't think I'm ready for commitment, I still just want to have fun," he said with a smile. "I understand, I'm at that stage too again. Nothing wrong with it," I said. We pulled into the dog park. The rest of the afternoon was conversation about life, our dogs, relationships, food, music and movies. It was nice actually, but I was still aching for sex. If I could have, I would have done it up against a tree in that park. But I wasn't going to risk public indecency for something I knew I was close to getting in a few hours. We returned to his place, and I got my dog out of the back seat. As I began walking back across the street to my house, he called to me. "So, if you're not busy tonight, maybe come over, have a beer and some pizza, hang out and watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Sure, sounds good. I'll be over in a few hours?" I asked with a smile. "See ya then," he said as he turned around and walked into his house. The next few hours were torturous. I spent them doing little chores, and trying on sexy outfits. I didn't want to seem too desperate, so I opted for a simple tank top and some shorts. But I made sure I was wearing fresh underwear. A sexy thong with a matching bra was suitable. I checked in the mirror, adjusting my bra to make sure my boobs were nice and perky, fixed my hair, and spritz a little bit of body spray over me. I looked like I was going out with friends to hang out, nothing fancy, as too not look too desperate or anything, but still, I was sexy enough to get the mood going, and it was all very easy to take off. It was time. I walked across the street and knocked on the door. "Hey!" he said with a smile, as he opened the door, beer in hand, "I was wondering when you would show, starting to think you got lost." I laughed as I walked in the door, "Nope, I just wanted to keep you waiting," I said with a seductive smile, "beer in the fridge?" "Yea, help yourself, pizza should be here soon too," he said. I walked into the kitchen to grab myself a beer, and then walked into the living room to find him sitting on the couch in the typical male pose. I sat on the opposite end of the couch, and crossed my legs. "So, I have a few movies tonight, they are right there if you want to look through them. Personally, I'm in the mood for something scary." I laughed, "I'm sure you are. Do you get scared easily?" I said, looking through the movies. I picked out the scary one, because it was something I did want to see. I got up to go put it in. "Nah, do you?" he said. "Yea, I do actually," I said with a giggle, "but I'm okay as long as I have someone to grab onto." I looked back at him. I bent down to put the movie in, and gave him a nice view of my ass. I smiled, and hoped that it did the trick. I stood back up, and walked back to the couch as the doorbell rang. "That should be the pizza, I'll get it," he said, getting up. I nodded at him, as he walked past. I noticed that as he did, he glanced down my shirt. I felt exhilarated. A few moments later, he walked back in. "Alright, lets get this party started." he exclaimed setting the pizza down on the table, "I just got pepperoni, wasn't sure what you liked, and you can never go wrong with pepperoni." I smiled, "pepperoni is great!" He sat down, we each grabbed a slice, and started the movie. I noticed that he sat closer to me though, and I couldn't help but feel so horny. 'Patience,' I thought to myself. All through the movie, we stole glances at each other, and the scarier it got, the closer I got to him. I was literally hanging off him by the end, "Well, you do get scared easily," Andy said chuckling. "I warned you," I said, "now I'm going to have nightmares, that was fucked!" I said. "Nah, I won't let you," he said. I sat up, and looked at him. He had a devilish look on his face, and the look in his eyes told me he was ready to devour me, "what do you mean?" I asked shy and innocently. He smiled, his head came down to mine, and his lips met me in a forceful kiss, which I returned. He pulled me on top of his lap, as I pulled off his shirt. I took a second to admire him shirtless, and smiled before I leaned down to continue kissing him. He pulled of my shirt, revealing my bra and navel-pierced stomach. I could feel his cock rising in his pants as he admired my body. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra while watching his face. He anticipated the revealing of my 42DD boobs. His eyes never moved from my chest, as I pulled my bra off. His hands came up and caressed them, before he put his mouth on them. Sucking, nibbling, licking - my head went back in ecstasy. He kissed up my chest, up my neck until his lips found mine. Then he threw me on the couch, and was on top of me. Before I knew it, my pants were unzipped and thrown onto the floor. "I like girls that wear thongs," he said, as he lifted my legs up into the air, and pulled it off. I bit my lip as he moved his mouth up my legs, getting closer and closer to my dripping wet pussy. I moaned and squirmed as his climbed. Finally, he was at his prize; he stared at it for a few seconds, and smiled at me. Then, the flick of his tongue on the most sensitive part of my body made me moan so loud and my body quiver. He licked faster, sucking, nibbling. My juices flowed, my moans grew louder, and I thrashed in ecstasy. He knew how to eat pussy. "Oh my god! Fuck, it feels so fucking good! Eat that pussy!" I yelled. It seems the louder I moaned, and the more a thrashed, the faster he went. Then suddenly, he lifted his head and moved it closer to mine. His lips were wet, and I could smell myself on my face. "Taste yourself," Andy said. I smiled and with pure enjoyment, I kissed him, and licked every drop of my pussy from his face. "Do you like to taste yourself?" "I do," I admitted, "I love it." He smiled, and I felt his fingers trace down my cleavage, around my navel and finding their way to my pussy. He didn't play with my clit, or anything, he instantly shoved three fingers deep inside my pussy, never taking his eyes off mine. My back arched violently, and my thrashing become even more intense the faster and deeper his fingers went. "Yea, baby, you like those fingers fucking your pussy?" "Oh yea, don't fucking stop!" I screamed. I'm sure the neighbours could hear me at this point, but I didn't care. It felt so fucking good. "Fuck that pussy, please, I want your cock!" He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, and shoved them in my mouth. As I licked them clean, he unzipped his pants, and pulled down his pants and boxers, kicking them aside. His 8inch cock stared at me, intimidating. I admired it, still licking every drop of my pussy from his fingers. Without hesitation, I grabbed his cock, and shoved it to the back of my throat. His head went back, and his hands grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Yea baby, suck it. Suck it good, if you want it inside you. Get it nice and wet." I continued to gag on his cock. I couldn't complain though, no better feeling than a big cock in the back of my throat. I sucked, and licked, and stroked his cock, After about 10 minutes, he stood me up, and then he sat on the couch. I straddled him, and reached down to his cock, placing it against my pussy. Once the tip was in, I slowly sat on it, taking in all 8 inches of it."Oh fuck!" I yelled. I had just reached the base when he started fucking me so hard and fast that I couldn't contain the orgasm. Within seconds, I was screaming at the top of my lungs in ecstasy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK YES!" I screamed, as he slowed, my pussy juices dripping down his cock. I caught my breath, and then slowly began to ride him. It felt so good inside my pussy. "Like that pussy?" "Fuck yea," Andy said, pulling me into a kiss. I rode him, and then he pushed my down onto the couch, legs in air, him still inside me, and proceeded to pound my pussy like I've never felt before. The whole neighbourhood could probably hear my screams of ecstasy. "I'm going to cum," he said. He pulled out of me, and I got on my knees. I began to suck his cock again, and stroke, until his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop. He sat down, breathing heavily. I found a blanket and wrapped myself, sitting down beside him. "Holy shit," I said. "Yea," he chuckled slightly, "I've been waiting for that for a while." "What do you mean?" I asked, "Please don't tell I'm one of your conquests?" "No, not at all, Serena. I watch you, you know. You do a lot for your family, and I admire you. And it comes with perks for me too. Watching you mowing the lawn in just a bra and shorts, so fucking sexy. And the other night, you were all dolled up going somewhere, the only thing I wanted to do was drag you in this house and fuck your brains out. You are the sexiest girl alive for so many reasons." I smiled, "how come you've never said anything?" Andy shrugged. "Age difference I guess, I know I'm quite a bit older than you. You're what, 24. I'm 31." "Well, what are you looking for?" I asked, "Sex or a relationship? No one needs to know we are sleeping together if that all we are going to do. No strings attached type thing. But if you feel something for me, which by the way you kissed me kind of tells me you might, of course we will be under scrutiny, but if it's worth it-" I paused. "Is that what you want to do, because I really don't know how I feel. Maybe we should just talk?" I couldn't help it, but a giggle escaped me. "I don't mean to laugh, but after sex like that, you want to talk? Don't you think that's a little backwards?" "Whatever, I can actually think now though, now that I'm not sexually frustrated," he laughed, "What do you say?" The Boy Across the Street He complied and I let rip. The rumbling threat orgasm had been shaking me for some time. It was like a minor earthquake I once experienced, when it seemed to start a long way off and then came rushing towards us, then finally shaking the ground beneath out feet. Now my orgasm no longer restrained came like an avenging fiend. I was shuddering from head to foot, screaming and yelling I don’t know what. Steve was working with me, drawing back and thrusting in powerfully, then suddenly, and just as I reached my climax, he was firing into me again. Looking back, I am surprised that the noise we made did not set all the neighbourhood dogs barking and howling. We ended up still coupled, gasping for breath, and I was luxuriating in the most exquisite post-coital relaxation I had ever experienced. That boy certainly knew what to do with a woman once he got going, and I had a shrewd suspicion he knew a few more things that he had not let loose on me this time. Once we had calmed down and Steve had pulled out, my curiosity got the better of me, so I took my chances and making it sound like a humorous question, I asked, “Where did you learn to do all that?” I did not expect him to answer, but quite ingenuously he replied, “With mum.” I was stunned and wondered if I had heard correctly. “Did you say your mother, Stella, taught you?” “Yes. You see, I rather took over when dad got too sick to do anything with her any more. She’s always been a very sensual woman and what with looking after dad during his last illness, and going without sex, she got really depressed. She asked me if I would comfort her, “After all,” she said, ”it will help you to learn how to please a woman.” I could scarcely credit what I was hearing. Stella, who is a few years younger than me, is attractive enough, given her age, but she had never struck me as a “very sensual woman.” She always seemed to be so shy and reserved, so it just goes to show you can’t always tell by the outside. There was something that disturbed me about this revelation. If Steve was having sex with Stella, and she found out what Steve and I had just done, there would be hell to pay. On top of that, I don’t like being in the second rank with a man I make love with, so I fronted Steve with it. “Do you mean, you’re having sex with your mother, and now you’ve had it with me?” “Oh no,” he protested. “Mum and I stopped some time ago. She said she felt a bit insecure having sex with her son, as she thought it wouldn’t last. Now she’s found herself a boyfriend about her own age. They might even get married, so she couldn’t very well carry on with me.” “To tell you the truth, Jan, I’ve wanted you for years, so I’m afraid mum was a sort of substitute. I like older women, you know.” “Yes, Steve, I rather gathered that. So what do we do now?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, since we’ve had a taste of each other, do we want to continue eating, or do we say ‘enough’? Put it another way, shall I pay you some more installments?” “Yes please,” Steve said with hasty fervour, “Now?” “Don’t tell me you can manage another one?” “Well, yes, if it’s all right with you, Jan.” “Where you’re concerned, my darling boy, any time will be all right, but it isn’t quite what I meant. What I wanted to work out was just when we could get together. I mean, your mother might not like the idea…” “Mother’s got her boyfriend, I don’t see why she should complain if I’ve got my girlfriend.” “I’d rather Tom didn’t know,” I said. “He doesn’t do anything with me these days, but it might still hurt him if he knew, and I don’t want that.” We made times when we could safely get together for some conviviality, and then we proceeded to join in congenial sexual congress over the next couple of hours. Over the following weeks Steve and I continued to make each other very happy and contented, but I still felt a bit apprehensive about Stella. This situation was resolved when one day, while I was working in the front garden, and trying to tempt Steve to cross the road to me, Stella emerged from their house and came over to me. She started in without preamble: “I’m so glad Steve has found a nice friend in you. I somehow thought you two might get on well one day because he’s often talked about you. He was getting quite surly, you know, Jan. Now he seems so happy and relaxed.” “I might be getting married again soon, Jan, and if I do Arthur, my intended,” (she grew a little demure) will come and live with us. I’d hate to have Steve feeling resentful because…”(I think she pulled herself up just in time) “because there was another man in the house.” “I’m sure he’ll be just fine, I assured her.” Stella kissed me on the cheek and went back into her house. As I said at the beginning of my tale, I am fifty-two at the time of writing. When things began with Steve, I didn’t expect them to last. I thought I would be an interlude between his mother and some young girl. After all, why should he go on wanting a woman more than twice his age…?” Sorry, I have to stop writing. I can see Steve crossing the road and… The Boy & The Blonde This is a story that my husband told me about an experience he had when he was a teenage boy. It's basically true although I've used some artistic licence to add some colour, but being a factual story I think makes it all the more interesting and exciting. Firstly though I should describe my man, Paul, although of course this all happened before I ever met him. He was, and still is, a quiet, fairly reserved person, slightly shy and, I imagine, even more so when he was young. His parents were quite well off and had their own apartment in Portugal which they went to most summers, taking Paul and his older sisters with them until the girls felt that they had outgrown holidays with their parents and refused to go. Paul though, being younger, still went along for a while until he felt he'd outgrown family holidays eventually too. The apartment was in a small complex with a shared a pool and as such there was plenty of opportunity to meet other young people, but in this particular year the place was unusually quiet, probably because it was late in the season. Consequently boredom set in early and he took to wandering about the town and walking along the beach, leaving his parents to relax in the sun by the pool; he was after all now eighteen years old and they must have recognised he needed his own space. The beach was always the main attraction, and not just for its fine sand and breaking surf. Attractive women abounded and topless sunbathing was common, so a long walk by the sea was always interesting. The day was particularly hot and the beach near the town was crowded with people soaking up the sun, and naked, sun-tanned breasts could be seen at every turn of the head. However the heat made a swim a necessity and, as the sea was crowded, he decided to keep walking to look for a less noisy area. The beach was a long, open strip of golden sand that ran for almost a mile before being broken into small bays and coves by outcrops of rocks. There were still a few couples even at the extreme reaches of the main stretch and after walking for fifteen minutes or so, Paul stopped and sat with his back against a smooth rock where he could observe two particularly attractive young women who were sunbathing with their partners. At first he thought they were foreign, Scandinavian maybe, as they all had fair hair, especially the girls who had long golden tresses that they'd gathered up off their necks so that the sun's rays would fall on their already tanned shoulders. They were wearing only small bikini briefs and the rest of their bodies were unbroken by any paler lines. They lay there on their backs, their breasts pointed heavenwards, tipped with pale, soft, coral coloured nipples, their stomachs flat and smooth. Sitting against his rock a little way back up the beach, Paul was able to observe all this without interruption and was idly wondering if the two goddesses were sisters as they both had similarly perfect bodies, when one abruptly sat up and reached into her bag for a bottle of water. Paul was caught cold; his eyes fixed on the girl as she stared straight back into his face. He quickly looked away pretending to study something on the far horizon, but not before he caught the trace of a smile on her face. In fact, far from looking annoyed or, worse, telling her muscle bound husband or boyfriend to go and discourage the young voyeur, she stood up and tipped her head back, draining the bottle. At the same time she arched backwards and thrust her lovely breasts out giving Paul a wonderful view – and a wonderful hard on! He couldn't easily have got up and left now anyway so he continued to study her surreptitiously. She turned away from him allowing a close study of her narrow waste and long, brown legs, but most of all her lovely bottom that was barely covered by her tiny briefs. To add to his pleasure, or was it anguish, she casually ran her fingers around their hem, pulling them away as she did so to reveal even more of her the curve of her buttocks. Then, glancing back at him still with a slight smile on her lips, she lay down on her back, making her boobs jiggle and tremble as she made herself comfortable. Paul continued to take her in for a few more minutes, but the heat of the sun, combined with the inferno in his shorts, made a swim essential now, so he stood up, restraining his semi-stiff cock as best he could, and continued along to the first small headland that suggested another bay beyond. He looked back at his goddess a couple of times, but on the second occasion she had sat up and he was caught again, so he stared fixedly ahead until a comfortable distance away. The sea was lapping at the rocks at the base of the headland but it was only occasionally ankle deep so he was able to walk round into a small, empty cove. It was peaceful and seemed completely separate from the rest of the world and encouraged by the safety of its remoteness, and by the sand that had encroached into his shorts, he stripped them off, turned them inside out and shook them. He stood there in the sun, enjoying the warmth of it on his naked body, but still clutching his one article of clothing in his hand in case anyone should suddenly appear. But no one did, and feeling bolder, he walked down to the surf and let it lap round his feet. He looked up and down and round the cliffs that surrounded his private bay, but he was completely unobserved and alone. Why not go for a skinny dip, he thought? Once in the sea, as long as he didn't go too far out, he would be able to see back round the rocks in plenty of time should any other walkers appear so, leaving his shorts on a small boulder out of reach of the water, he waded naked through the small waves that rippled on the shore. It was a wonderful mixture of sensations; the warm water touching every part of him, the freedom, the tranquillity, but most of all the sense of danger, his only clothing lying out of reach as he waded farther out. As he had thought, he could indeed see back round out of the bay once he was away from the cliffs and with only the distant figures of people on the main beach visible, he abandoned his concerns and floated on his back. His erection had only partially subsided and he occasionally idly stroked his prick to keep it hard as the feeling of the sea's resistance to it was sensuous and very pleasant. Feeling refreshed and clean, but with another check to see if anyone was about, he waded out and walked back up the sand and retrieved his briefs. He stood naked in the middle of the bay not wanting to put them back on and break the spell, so he wandered along until he was partly concealed by some rocks and lay back on the soft sand, even though it was hot against his back and he knew he would be instantly covered by it's powdery grains again. He didn't care though; it would be a good excuse for another naked swim. He ran his hands down his body and slowly began to stroke his prick, which was now fully hard again. He did so very gently with the minimum of movement, thinking of the lovely blonde girl he had seen and remembering her reaction to his stare. He didn't want to bring himself off, the feeling was too pleasurable and an orgasm would bring the inevitable end to the sexual tension that was so enjoyable in the open air. So he drifted on the edge of sleep, gently running his finger tips up and down his sensitised shaft and round his balls that were contracted hard against his body, stopping every so often when he felt the first signs of a climax and starting again as soon as the feeling lessened. How long he had been drowsing he didn't know, not for more than a few minutes he was sure, but the quiet sound of voices startled him back to consciousness. He raised his head and looked past his hands that were still holding his erection. There were two people not far away down the beach at the edge of the sea. He quietly rose into a crouch, but the rocks were low and hardly concealed him. Worse, his shorts were on top of them and out of reach without standing up. So he stayed still and watched, praying that the two would come no nearer. His heart jumped as he recognised the girl. She was walking slowly along the surf line, stooping occasionally to examine a shell and swirling the water around her toes. She still only wore her bikini bottoms, and the site of her lovely near nakedness sent a fresh surge of blood to his cock, making concealment even more necessary. Her boyfriend walked a little way behind her, until she stopped and waited for him, and reached up and kissed him on the lips when he came up to where she stood. Then they separated again, he continuing along by the sea, but the lovely young woman turning inland up the beach and straight towards the partially concealed boy. He could do nothing but remain still as she approached but when she was about ten yards away she squatted on her ankles to pick up a particularly attractive shell. It was when she rose again and lifted her head that she saw him. She stopped, surprised, but instantly took in the scene of her previous admirer, naked and exposed before her, his hands unsuccessfully trying to conceal his swollen prick. He didn't know whether to expect an angry stare or even a scream, but instead her beautiful mouth opened slightly as though she might say something, but then turned into a smile, not a laugh or a mocking grin, but a warm, slightly shy smile. Her eyes strayed over his body for several long seconds then she turned and walked slowly away back down to where the man had also begun to walking towards them. The girl intercepted him before he also caught sight of the nude, sexually excited boy; in fact Paul got the impression that she guided the man away from him deliberately. Then she drew him to a stop when they were a little way down the beach and reached up and kissed him again, this time for much longer. Now that he was safe once more, Paul had time to collect his thoughts and again appreciate the exquisite beauty of the girl. She was some six inches or so shorter than the man and his muscular frame only served to emphasise her female gracefulness. Her legs were long and slender; her toned thighs widening into a firm bottom that her small, taut pants did little to conceal. Her body narrowed with the curve of her waist but gently flared out again into perfectly proportioned shoulders. She was somewhat older than the boy who drank her in with his eyes, maybe by as much as ten years, but that only served to heighten his excitement as her body was far more perfect than any of the girls his own age that he'd dated at home. As she turned and led her boyfriend by the hand further up the beach, he could see her flat stomach was also slightly muscled as though she maybe worked out regularly. But it was her breasts that drew Paul's eyes. They were rounded and upturned without being large, the nipples tipping each one pointing slightly outwards and upwards and darker and more prominent than they had been when he had seen her sunbathing. They moved slightly with the motion of her steps, but always seeming firm. She had a face that was gentle and went beyond just being pretty, her lips and eyes always seeming to betray a smile, and all this was enhanced by a golden tan and golden hair that she'd freed to fall to her shoulders. The couple stopped when they were about twenty yards away and in a position from which Paul was partly concealed. He got the feeling she had chosen this spot purposely so that there was less chance of him being seen but at the same time leaving them completely exposed. Then she turned to the man once more and kissed him with more passion, reaching up and putting her arms round his shoulders. He responded by pulling her against his bare chest and they stood like this for some time until she suddenly unentwined her arms from about him and stood back. Then she hooked her thumbs into her pants and slipped them down past her thighs before kicking them off. She turned towards where Paul lay and he knew that she was deliberately letting him see her naked. Her flat belly continued to a the v of her crotch and Paul was close enough to see a small, pale triangle of soft blonde curls that had been trimmed almost to nothingness before she turned back and pressed herself against her boyfriend again. Paul hardly dared to touch his cock as it felt as though it may burst at any moment. His erection almost hurt but he couldn't take his eyes off the naked woman whose body was now being touched and stroked by the man as he cupped her buttocks in each hand and pulled her against him. Then she stepped back once more and knelt in front of him, pulling off his shorts as she did so. His prick rose in front of her face as it was released and she stroked it with her hand to bring it to full hardness. Paul eased himself round his rock a little so he could see better and he risked kneeling up as the man was slightly turned away from him. He saw the girl glance towards him and smile before she parted her lips and took the tip of the man's prick into her mouth, holding it's base with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. His hand came down to the back of her head so that she couldn't withdraw and Paul watched as she slid her lips back and forward up and down the shaft, taking it deep into her mouth. Paul couldn't help himself and slowly wanked, trying desperately not to go beyond the point of no return. Her could see her eyes were closed as her face was so close to her boyfriends body, but then she drew back against the pressure of his hand and started licking the end of his erection, and as she did so she opened her eyes and stared directly at Paul as he played with his own straining cock. Time seemed to stop and Paul could hear the man giving small sighs of pleasure as she worked on his prick with her lips and the tip of her tongue. Then she drew away again and said something to her lover so that he lay down on his back facing away from the entranced voyeur. Now she straddled him, her thighs wide apart as she knelt with her legs either side of his body and moved up until she was directly above his face. Every intimate detail was now revealed and Paul could see that the fair hair between her legs was now damp and darker. The man raised his head and traced the line of her vagina with his tongue, parting the swollen lips of her pussy. Now there was no chance of him seeing Paul or even of seeing the girl's face as his own face was pressed up between her thighs, and so she could look at Paul who was now in full view. Her eyes were half closed as she was pleasured and she licked her lips occasionally and pouted with unconcealed ecstasy, alternately gasping and sighing as the man licked and probed between her legs with his tongue. Paul could contain himself no longer and he knelt up fully and wanked himself so she could see, and as she did so he could see her lips silently saying yes to him as she willed him to come at the same time as herself. Her moans were louder than the man's had been and sent Paul past the point of no return. He felt his cock stiffen and bulge in his hand until a jet of silvery white semen spurted out on to the sand, followed by several more powerful surges and, as he came, so did she with a cry of pleasure that reached across to him. But her man hadn't come yet so she slid back down his body and, reaching down in between her legs, guided him into her. Paul could see the swollen lips of her pussy parting as the tip of his cock pushed up between them then she settled right down onto it and began to move her body back and to until in only a short while he arched himself backwards, lifting her up as he reached his own orgasm. Then as her partner relaxed, she leant back, supporting herself by placing her hands behind her on his legs so that she was fully exposed to Paul's avid stare. The broad root of the man's still erect cock spread the lips of her vagina wide apart so the delicate inner lips of her pussy were also visible and drops of the man's own semen ran back out of her and lay like silver pearls in her soft, damp pubic hair. She remained like that for several seconds, watching Paul's eyes devour her final act of overt, erotic exhibitionism. Paul was still out in the open, his cock still hard in his hand, but the girl gave a slight motion with her arm to tell him to conceal himself again before she drew herself off her lover's prick. He slipped back behind the rock that was his hiding place and watched as they stood up and walked with their arms round each other down to the sea, carrying their clothes in their hands but still naked as they went waist deep in the water before swimming a little way out. Paul lay back and thought about the show the girl had allowed him to see, not wanting to forget a single detail. He watched as they emerged from the water before the man pulled his shorts back on and she slipped back into her bikini pants and arranged them around her hips. Then she took him by the hand and led him back past the rocks, but not before glancing back with a smile to where knew Paul still lay. It was some time before Paul himself could muster the will or the energy to leave his hiding place, but when he was sure he was alone again, he walked, still naked, down to the sea and washed the sand, sweat and stickiness from his own body. Then he walked back round the headland to the main beach, all the time wondering if she would still be there – and she was. The other couple and her partner were still stretched out in the sun, but the girl was sitting up, seemingly waiting to see if Paul would walk by and, unobserved by the others, she smiled at him and quietly said hello as he walked close by. She was still only wearing her bikini briefs and in one last unashamed display of her sexuality, she leaned back on her elbows so that he could see her naked breasts once more, her nipples still erect and dark in contrast to the pale pink they had been when he first saw them. With one last, longing look back at her, Paul walked back up the beach and doubted if he would ever see anything so erotic ever again, or even if he would ever get to meet his golden girl once more. The Boy and the Fairy Local folktales warned of Fairies, but such stories were long ignored or thought of as just a source of amusement. It was after all the twenty first century, mythological creatures were almost entirely forgotten in Dagsdown. But that didn't make them any less real. Since the age of five, Gregory was often left out in his family's large backyard. They never thought him in any danger because it was surrounded by a large garden and a forest just beyond that. Almost every day, whenever he was alone in the backyard, he would hear her voice calling out to him. She would whisper his name sweetly, tell him stories, or sing him songs to keep him company. As Greg got older, he walks into the garden to meet his magical friend. There he found a tiny young looking woman with large butterfly wings and flowing hair that would change between a pure blonde or a stunning red depending on the wind and temperature. She told him her name was Sofia and he would sometimes whisper her name whenever he was frightened or sad. Her name was like a magical word that made everything better. She told him never to tell anyone about her even though she became his best friend. As the years went by Gregory got older, but Sofia still remained a tiny beautiful companion. Sofia however noticed Gregory's changes and waited patiently for him to reach the right age. "Gregory, do you know how lonely it is to be a fairy?" Sofia asked the innocent boy one day as they sat around a large stone well deep in the garden. "Um, no Sofia. I had no idea." Gregory answered. "I love having you as a friend, but you're always going places without me." Sofia said. "I'm sorry." Gregory began, but was quickly interrupted. "How would you like to help me make more friends?" Sofia flew over and landed in Gregory's lap. "How do I do that?" He asked. "Take off your cloths." Sofia instructed and pulled down his zipper. His pants were off before he could even finish removing his shirt. His underwear seemed to just disappear, but he knew Sofia was magical after all. "Did they teach you about sex yet?" Sofia asked standing over his limp penis. "Uh, yea. I learned about that a long time ago." "Well, I bet they didn't teach you how Fairies have sex." Sofia held up Greg's dick and massaged the hole with her tongue. "Sofia... I... I don't know if I can..." Gregory had never thought of her in such a way and she was making him very uneasy. She felt good to the touch however and his dick was hardening in her arms. She removed her small coverings made from flowers while rubbing his dick's underside with one hand. Gregory couldn't help but reach out with one finger and rub one of her breasts. She gladly pressed her chest onto his hand and let the boy enjoy them, before he noticed her Cock. His eyes jolted toward the long, and growing, cock hanging between her legs. "What... What is that?" he asked curiously. "This is how Fairies have sex." Sofia said with an evil grin and began dry hump the boys dick while she made out with his hole. Her wings glided her gently up and she stood in his lap while growing slightly larger along with her cock. She hugged the head of his dick and blew toward his stomach. Her warm breath guided him back and he lay waiting unaware of what she was going to do. The worry shown on his face. "There, there." Sofia said in her soothing way. "It won't hurt. I promise." She finished kissing the head of his dick and pulled it forward. The small head of her cock slid in with ease, but her cock's girth swelled just enough to stop her from continuing. She started masturbating with frustration. "I'm going to fuck you Greg!" She shouted and his eyes widened with surprise. "I'm going to fuck you right in your little piss hole; you know you want me too!" Her crude words worked and the mouth of his dick moistened with pre-cum. Her own cock began sliding forward gently into his and growing in response to the success. "Ow, this is wrong. It's too much." Gregory whined, but Sophia ignored it. Her own cum was finally pouring into the boy's penis and it would work its own magic soon enough. Her cock just continued to grow in size while stretching the Human's out. Once her hairy ballsack slid over the bottom of his dick head, the hairs tickled him causing him to twitch. The pressure on her nuts was the sign she needed and she freely mounted his dick like a whore. She wrapped her arms around his shaft and humped his hole with the speed and vigor of a bull rider. Gregory twisted and moaned, his hips bucked and he squirmed under the incredible sensation as his manhood was violated. The magical cum flowed into him with far more than her balls let on. She was pumping him full of more then he himself could produce. Her seed found its way into his own testicles but it would be hours before she would be done with him. He complained more and more about the growing heat in his balls while moaning in ecstasy. When his body was fully drained of energy and his dick was too numb to feel, did a powerful gulping sensation shoot through his dick and cause him to black out momentarily. He blinked awake into the afternoon sun and studied his lopsided dick. "Is it bigger?" Gregory asked and Sofia patted his dick's head with a smile. "Yep. The holes bigger too." She almost laughed at the last part and walked further onto him. He leaned forward expecting that their friendship had just reached a new level, when she put her mouth around one of his nipples and sucked out a nice droplet of milk. Greg trembled and grabbed at his small breast. Sofia flew up and away with a chuckle. "The eggs should almost roll right out of your dickcunt thanks to my pecker. Take good care of my daughters dumbass!" And with that, Sofia disappeared into the forest. The Boy At My Door... I had turned off all the lights in my apartment except for a few dim night lights and had turned the heat up to 95 degrees. It was uncomfortably hot inside, and I was coated in sweat and was very aroused, thinking about what might happen tonight. Standing nude in my living room I heard two soft knocks on my door. I walked to the entrance of my apartment and quietly knocked back once, then peered through the peephole and saw the surprisingly small eighteen year old boy standing wearily outside. If he was really interested in doing what we had talked about online, he would now have the opportunity to show me. As the boy stood at my doorstep he put the license up to the peephole showing proof that he was really eighteen and of consenting age. I watched as he pulled down the front of his pants and lifted up his shirt showing his totally smooth and fully shaved body wearing a tight see through pair of girls panties. He pulled his sweats back up, and put his drivers license back in his pocket. He actually was legal! I knew now that I could bring him inside and use him all I wanted! . He had been telling the truth about his age online, and I wondered if he was telling the truth about his desire for total submission as well. He was very short and thin; about 5 foot 5 with a small frame. I figured he weighed about 125 pounds soaking wet. He pulled a black winter hat out of his pocket. He pulled the hat over his head, pulling it down over his eyes so that he was unidentifiable and could not see anything, he then bowed his head. That was the signal. I swung open the door and dragged the boy into my apartment. Earlier tonight I had been surfing some gay chat sites, not really that interested and unwinding after a stressful day. As I was wasting time online I opened a room titled "Younger 4 Older Domination". As I was looking through the list of people in the room an instant message popped up. It was from someone with the screen name "Just18sub4U". Just18sub4U: Hi Me: Hello Just18sub4U: whatcha doin? Me : nothin, just bored. Just18sub4U: you r from Michigan? Me: yup Just18sub4U: Me too :) what area? Me: Southfield Just18sub4U: Cool, u live near me, I'm from Royal Oak Me: yea that's not far. Just18sub4U: So tell me about yourself... Me: u first. Remember that you're the one who started this conversation Just18sub4U: ok well... Just18sub4U: I'm white, I just turned 18, I'm kinda short, I'm very shy and quiet. I've got a 13 year old sister and a 20 year old brother. I live at home with my sister and my parents. I'm a high school senior... What else do u wanna know? Me: Are you really 18? If not it's ok, but you talk like you are really young and I won't talk to you unless you are of legal consenting age. Just18sub4U: No I am, I just turned a few weeks ago. Me: Ok, well you're in a chat room titled younger4olderdomination, and you're talking to me. You must be looking for something. Why did you IM me? Just18sub4U: Promise not to think I'm weird? Me: sure Just18sub4U: Well for a few years now I've been getting these really strange thoughts stuck in my head. I've never told anyone about them before,. Just18sub4U: but they are all that I think about all day every day and I can't help it. Me: like what? Just18sub4U: You really promise you won't think I'm a pervert? Me: Yes, tell me what you think about. Just18sub4U: Ok, well I know it sounds weird but I've always wanted to be totally used by an older guy for his sexual pleasure. I've been reading online about submission to another man, about being forced to do things.... Me: That's not perverted at all, why would you think that's weird? Just18sub4U: I guess because guys are supposed to like girls, but I think about other stuff about older men doing really bad things to me. It's pretty much all the time. Like I'll be sitting in school and I'll think about having one of my male teachers blackmail me and make me do nasty things to him... Me: that's all? Just18sub4U: or I'll be having dinner with my dad and his friends, and my dick sometimes gets hard because I start thinking about them all using me together... Or like whenever I go into a public bathroom, I always hope some older man will take the urinal next to me and look down at me and see my that my dick is getting hard, and he'll know what I want. He'll take me by the hand and lead me to his car and put me in the trunk, then drive me to his house and make me his little sex slave. Me: It's called a cock, not a dick. And those are completely normal feelings for a boy your age. I don't think it's weird at all. Just18sub4U: Really? Me: Yea, it's completely normal and not weird at all. Every guy thinks about having a dominant gay sexual relationship with an older father figure when they're young. Everyone tries it once at least to tell if it's something they are interested in. Adult straight guys all talk about when they tried it and didn't like it. The pussies are the guys who didn't have the balls to try it. It's something almost every guy tries at least once. Me: It's a normal part of growing up and being an adult and learning who you are. If you asked your father like most boys do he would say the same thing. Me: So why haven't you acted on these thoughts? Just18sub4U: Well it's just that I can't get the courage up to ask anyone in real life... Just18sub4U: This is actually the first time I've even really talked about any of these feelings to anyone. No one besides you and me even knows about these thoughts at all. It's really turning me on to tell someone about all this. My "cock" is hard :) Me: :) that's better my boy. Me: Well I think you should act on these feelings, you'll never know if you actually like doing that stuff otherwise. Just18sub4U: I do really want to try it, but I'm too shy Me: well then you don't have to say anything, you can just come to my house and I will take over. Just18sub4U: I would, but I kind of want my first time to be anonymous. I do want to be used by a man, but I don't want to know what he looks like. How could I come to your house without seeing your face? Me: Hmmm..... Me: well, you could bring a winter hat with you and pull it over your eyes and head before you come inside, then you wouldn't be able to see my face at all... Just18sub4U: That's a good idea! Me: is that a yes? Are you going to come over to my apartment? Just18sub4U: I guess it's now or never. Me: yes or no. Will you come over and let me do whatever I want with you? Just18sub4U: ...... Me: answer me now or I'm done talking to you. Just18sub4U: Yes. Me: good boy. Me: can you come tonight? Just18sub4U: I guess so. My parents are out of town with my little sister this week and the next so I have the house to myself and they let me use their car too :) Me: Perfect. as soon as you sign offline, you will go to the shower and find one of your dad's razors. You will shower thoroughly and shave all the hair off your body from your neck to your feet. You will pay close attention to the area around your cock and your ass, you should be completely smooth and totally hairless. Will u do that? Just18sub4U: Yea, but why? Me: don't ask why. You will do it or you can't come over. You will then go in your little sister's room and find a pair of her panties. I want you to choose a small thong or some thin, tight boy-shorts and put them on under your clothes. Don't ask why, you will do this or our talk is over. Me: Also, what is your email address? Just18sub4U: ok I'll do it. It actually sounds kind of hot to think about wearing my little sister's panties, I bet they'll feel nice on my smooth skin ;) Just18sub4U: My email is Just18sub4U@gmail.com Me: I'm going to email you directions to my apartment from Royal Oak right now. You will drive to my apartment complex and park. You will get out and walk to my front door. Just18sub4U: ok Me: My front door is very secluded. You will knock twice, and wait for me to knock back once. When you hear the knock,You will then take your drivers license and hold it up near the peephole for a moment so I can see that you are really 18. Just18sub4U: ok Me: you will then pull down your pants and lift up your shirt so I can look through the peephole at you to make sure you obeyed my instructions. The porch light will be on so I can see if you shaved yourself. Just18sub4U: You want me to pull my pants down while I'm outside??? Me: Yes. You will or this conversation is over. Just18sub4U: ok, I guess... Me: good boy. Me: You will have a winter hat with you. You will pull it over your head and eyes. Once you can't see, you will bow your head while standing at my doorstep. This will be the final signal that you have agreed to do whatever I want. From then on I will be in total control of your mind and body. Is that understood? Just18sub4U: Yes. When should I come over? Me: Right now. Go shower, shave yourself, and drive right here. I expect you within two hours. Be here by 11pm or I won't let you in. Just18sub4U: Ok. Me: I'm signing off now. Print the directions from your email and get ready. See you soon :) Just18sub4U: Cool! cya soon ;) And here he was, the small eighteen year old boy who had shaved his entire body just because I told him to was standing in a totally submissive posture at my front door. Dragging him inside I quickly closed the door and pushed him up against the wall. I used my feet to kick his legs apart while I pulled his arms behind his back. Before he had time to react, I quickly strapped handcuffs to his wrists which made him completely defenseless. With that, I tore his shoes off and roughly pulled his pants down off his legs, feeling the total smoothness of his young body. I saw that he had worn a pair of his little sister's panties. They were white see-through boy shorts that were so tight that his ass cheeks were sticking out the bottom and his little shaved cock caused a large bulge in the front. I had a thick black dog collar that said "SLAVE" in silver letters, and I wrapped it around his neck. I pulled the strap tight till I could see he was having a little trouble breathing and latched it in place. I then took the boy into my bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I pushed him against the wall then took a pair of scissors and used them to slowly cut the boy's tee shirt from his body. He began to try to say something so I took the ring gag I had on the counter and forced it in his mouth, holding his jaw uncomfortably wide and gagging him. I told him that he wasn't allowed to talk, and that I was going to do whatever I wanted so he should get used to it. I could see the fear growing in his eyes. This probably wasn't part of the little fantasy he had worked up, but it was a big part of mine. Once I had removed all the boy's clothing I pulled the tight panties off and turned him around to face me. There he was, 18 years old and not a single hair on his whole body. He had tilted his head towards the ceiling to prevent himself from drooling out the sides of his mouth, but this was not what I wanted. I grabbed the back of his head firmly in one hand and stuck my fingers into his open mouth. As he made gagging noises, I explored the inside of his mouth and began to stick my fingers down his throat. This caused him to choke and cough, making his mouth fill up with saliva. I pushed his head forward and pulled my hand out. I took a moment and smeared the drool around the boy's chin and cheeks, watching as more drool spilled out and dripped from his chin to his chest, making shiny lines down his hairless belly. I reached over and grabbed a thick brass cock ring from the counter. I tugged on his cock and forced it through the ring, then pulled his smooth balls through too. A perfect fit. The cock ring was tight around the boy's semi hard penis and hairless balls, and I could tell that when he got fully hard, there would be no way to remove it. I then grabbed my black ski mask and put it on. With that I flipped on the light in the bathroom and looked the boy over. He was covered in sweat due to the heat, and he was now letting the drool spill from his lips, dripping off his chin and running down his small body. I saw that he was getting very hard. With the ring tightly around his cock, it had turned red and was being forced out and away from his body. I took the boy and turned him around to face the counter. I pushed him forward and lifted his cock so it was resting on the counter, making his legs quiver as he stood on his tip toes. Holding him forward by the handcuffs, I rubbed my hard cock up and down his ass crack. He had done a good job shaving and his ass was completely smooth. I reached around him and stuck my hand in his mouth. Pulling a fair amount of drool into my hand, I reached down and coated his asshole in his own spit, sticking a finger inside him and feeling him squirm, unable to get away while being forced over the counter. I reached back into his mouth and let him taste his own ass. He tried to turn his head, but I kept it in place and gathered more saliva in my hand. I reached down and smeared the saliva on my cock, coating it in the teenage boy's drool. With that, I put the head of my cock to his asshole and in one thrust shoved myself deeply inside him. He tried to scream, but all that came out was a whimpering gurgle as he choked and gagged on the drool filling his throat. I stayed motionless for a few minutes, letting the boy get used to the pain and enjoying the feeling of this eighteen year old virgin asshole squeezing tightly around my cock. With my cock as deep in the boy's ass as it would go, I leaned in to his ear. "Is it everything that you expected?" The boy nodded yes, even though I could tell he was in a lot of pain and his legs were shaking. " I knew since you first contacted me that this is what you wanted. You are my slave now boy. I am going to do whatever I want with you and you will learn to like it. I am going to fuck your ass till it stays open permanently. I am going to use your throat like a pussy and fuck it deep and hard. I am going to video tape you covered in spit and getting face fucked. I am going to rent you out to my friends for sex. You are going to do things that you will never forget. Since you told me that your parents are out of town, I know that I have two weeks to prepare you for your new life. You might not like everything you are forced to do, but you will do it because you are a submissive. Your life is meant for serving other men sexually and I am going to help you realize that." I paused to let the words sink in. "I have one question to ask you and your answer will control what happens now. You will nod your head up and down for yes, and side to side for no. If you answer no I will stop this right now and toss you outside and it's like it never happened. If you answer yes, you are agreeing to let this continue. Do you understand?" The boy nodded his head up and down, signaling that he understood. "Do you want me to keep going?" The boy took a moment, then slowly nodded his head up and down. I knew that he would say yes. If he had been at home on the computer he might not have agreed, but with how horny he was right this moment, I knew there was no way he would want this to end. It was a good thing that I had video cameras hidden throughout my apartment recording everything that happened tonight, because now I had proof that the boy was voluntarily agreeing to be my sex slave. With that, I pulled my cock out of the boy's asshole and took him by the hand. I pulled him into the shower stall and pushed him down to his knees. I put my cock through the ring gag and into his mouth. Slowly I pushed forward until I felt him choke and I knew I had reached the entrance to his throat. I still had about 6 inches of cock outside his mouth, and I slowly began to push it in. The boy choked and gagged violently as my cock pushed past the back of his mouth and entered his throat. He was gagging so badly I was afraid he would puke, but luckily he didn't. Without concern for his comfort, I continued to push my cock down his throat. I put a hand around his neck and felt as my cock caused his throat to bulge. I gave one final push and the boy's nose and face were now being pushed into my stomach. With the boy helplessly gagging on the cock buried inside him, I began to piss. It felt so good to piss straight into this boy's stomach, and I could feel his throat tighten around my cock every time he gagged. I didn't release the back of the boy's head until I was finished pissing and when I did it flew back and the boy gasped for air through the ring gag. I looked down at him and spit in his face then slapped him hard. "Did you like that boy?" He nodded his head up and down. "Good, because from now on, all you will be consuming is liquid." I left the boy on his knees and retrieved a large bottle of warm milky liquid from the other room. When I returned, the boy was still kneeling in my shower, again heavily drooling out the sides of his mouth. "I have something for you boy." I said as I set the bottle on the counter. "From now on you will be fed only what I choose. I have your first dinner right here. It is a bottle filled with a mix of protein, semen, and piss. I have also crushed up several Viagra and some stimulants and mixed them in. I am going to put the neck of the bottle in your mouth and plug your nose. You will swallow the entire bottle or you will drown." With that, I uncapped the bottle and shoved it into his mouth. I plugged his nose and saw him suck hungrily on it until it was empty. It was then that I knew this boy had made the decision to give himself to me completely, and I knew the next two weeks were going to be fun.